#i too have made life choices that i now regret. i too have been influenced by outside forces. i too did not always know what i wanted
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NYT and Pamela Paul are at it again!
Since when are they afraid to speak out?
Yeah mom, how on earth could treating your kids dysphoria help with their depression?
All the ND kids and their genders, amirite?
Once again, they try to act like they're just telling both sides because they mention how they don't like trump, but then will ask "how do we know the kid isn't just gay?" several times.
Bad article NYT, bad bad shitty transphobic writer.
#nyt#transphobia#yes detransitioners should be heard but having the freedom to make mistakes regarding what you want in life is in fact important#just because you made the wrong choice for you doesn't mean that anyone forced you to do anything#i too have made life choices that i now regret. i too have been influenced by outside forces. i too did not always know what i wanted#or who i want to be#i will probably change my mind again before im done with this life#fuck pamela paul
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Absolutely love that Marisha was probably going to make a tamer choice, but Matt saw the perfect opportunity to push her as a Delilah, and really feed Laudna's paranoia. I think that really pushed her over the edge and Marisha fully ran with it.
And Liam really thought through what he knew (this was Laudna and she's being manipulated by Delilah but not intentionally hurting Orym), vs. what Orym knew (something he couldn't see attacked him in his sleep and he needs to defend himself from it because he had no idea what it's intentions were and has every reason to assume it's trying to kill all of them). Honestly Orym remained pretty defensive overall. Love that they both learned into how much both of them felt totally justified and like they were defending the party from harmful corrupting influence.
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I'm someone with mental health problems that cause intrusive thoughts that can make me feel so absolutely certain that I'm justified in viewing other people as being intentionally harmful and lash out at them. In the moment it feels completely justified and righteous and a truth other people need to hear even though they'll resist it. I try really, really hard to resist expressing those thoughts. I try to remind myself I will end up regretting it and pushing people away permanently who (justifiably) won't put up with that treatment.
But sometimes it's so strong or I'm so triggered by the awfulness around me and despair that it escapes me. It feels like everyone else is lying to justify evil and I'm sick of it. Consequences be damned. It feels protective of other vulnerable people. And then I lash out and say things I regret and get yelled and blocked or dropped or otherwise lose people in my life and get more and more isolated. And feel like they're totally justified because really it's me who's the evil monster and need to be isolated for other prep people's protection because I can't be trusted and can't be better. I don't even want anyone too comfort me or love me because they don't deserve to be hurt by me eventually. (I'm not saying that's actually true, but that's how I feel and it feels very real to me while it's happening.)
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Marisha absolutely nailed that depiction. In an ongoing way but particularly in CR C3 E95. And I love that it came right off the joyous mania of the shopping spree for and crafting season where they were all bonding and making plans for the future and letting off steam. But then she was triggered and all of that didn't matter. Off anything the strength of those emotions was a pendulum whose momentum helped her distress swing harder in the other direction.
She was triggered, and Delilah was a second layer of intrusive thoughts that made her feel so sure of her feelings and actions. 100% justified as Marisha said. And she would have been totally justified in just waking Orym up and having a conversation about the sword and at least putting it in the Bag of Holding overnight until they could make a long term decision. I think that's what Marisha was planning to do until Delilah showed up. She wasn't justified in hurting Orym in a unilateral decision that she should feed the sword to Delilah. Her thoughts were very real to get but not based on facts. Whatever her intentions she hurt Orym and avoided apologizing.
And I loved how Imogen pushed back this time. So often she's enabled Laudna because she loves her wants to comfort her. But this time I think she saw that's not what Laudna needs. She needs someone to check her and keep her from escalating. She's feeling complicated feelings right now because she loves Laudna, but she hates Delilah and what Delilah is getting Laudna to do. Like the partner of an addict who loves them, but hates what the substance is doing to them and how they're acting to feed that addiction. I can't wait to see how that plays out in the future.
The whole thing was incredibly real representation to me. This is an incredibly triggering situation that they're all in and they're all crumbling in the face of it. Chetney and Orym both made deals with Nana Mori. Chetney for fame, Orym for power. Ashton secretly took the fire primordial shard and nearly killed themselves in front of Fearne and then the other others. Imogen tried to flip her mom on the cult that's indoctrinated her for decades. FCG did blow himself up. Fearne was lured away by her shitbag sperm donor in the night so he could try to kill her and have a copy take her place. Dorian watched Lolth's crown take over Opal, his brother die, and his friends scattered. Laudna is feeding Delilah's power. None of them are okay and they're all being totally reckless. They're both bonding over their recklessness and being pushed apart by it. Can't wait to see what happens next.
#critical role#critical role spoilers#critical role meta#critical role campaign 3#Bell's Hells#Laudna Critical Role#Delilah Briarwood#Orym of the Air Ashari#Imogen Temult#Chetney Pock O'Pea#Ashton Greymoore#Fresh Cut Grass#Fearne Calloway#Marisha Ray#Liam O'Brien#Matthew Mercer#Laura Bailey#long post
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yandere!klaus mikaelson headcanons
this request (along with a few others) has been in my ask box for a while now. i'm so sorry i'm just now getting to them!! but without further ado, here it is!
klaus already shows particular behaviors in the show, so it wouldn't surprise anyone to know that he is most definitely a yandere.
that being said, though, he would most likely keep it on the down low—you wouldn't really know unless you thought long and hard about it. and he does well at keeping things hidden; he wouldn't be able to live with himself if you were to up and leave him.
you probably wouldn't have a chance to, anyway. he'd make you stay, somehow.
my man can never keep a straight face when he's around you—he loves you so much, and you just make him so inexplicably happy. he'll make sure you know this, too.
i do have to note that klaus is an overprotective yandere. he knows that his impulsivity gets the best of him in his day-to-day life, so being overprotective is a must.
you could be hurt by an enemy of his, and he would never be able to forgive himself.
he lets you go out on your own. that's why you have a tracker on your phone, and why you always have both vervain and vampire blood in your system (if you have yet to be changed; if you have already been changed, he might find other ways, still including your phone—perhaps having a pair of sire eyes on you at all times).
you might not know about the vervain or vampire blood... at some point, i feel like he would confess that, but for some time, he keeps it a secret and sneaks it into your food and drinks. he uses a witch to mask the taste, most of the time. fun.
as noted above, he doesn't want you to be upset with him, so he definitely gives you some time to yourself. but that's not to say that he doesn't know everything you're doing. you just... most likely don't know that he, or someone he trusts, is nearby.
he respects your freedom and your independence, but if you were to ever cross that thin invisible border of betraying his trust, he'd cut you off; you'd be stuck by him, no matter what. he'd explain that it's only because he has so many enemies, but his siblings know better than that.
klaus has always been this way. it's nothing new.
at times, klaus will say things to influence your decisions. not that he wants to take away your choice, but he does try to look after your heart. the things that you do in life are heavily monitored by klaus (again, even if you don't know it).
being a vampire with heightened senses has only made klaus' obsessive behaviors worse. but being a vampire also has allowed him to keep you safe in many different scenarios. he's grateful for his abilities, and even more so that he can sneak around without having you worry about anything.
arguments might get intense, stemming from his insecurities and the fact that sometimes, he really can become suffocating... not that he'd ever tell you that, though.
if you were to ever threaten to leave him, i could imagine he'd become defensive and say something along the lines of, "if you leave those doors, i swear you'll regret it." or some bullshit like, "you're mine. do i need to remind you who you belong to?"
he would definitely pull the, "i'll put myself in harm's way," card, but i'm not gonna delve into that.
If you ended up being changed, no matter what the situation, he would be worse.
he failed you as a human; he wouldn't fail you again. he would become even more obsessed with keeping you safe and under lock and key.
he wouldn't tell you the immense guilt he feels after you were changed. he wanted you to have a choice (although your choice was either "yes" or "yes, but not now").
you often would be by his side, and if you weren't, his siblings were nearby. no longer would he trust a sire; it was either him, a sibling, or you stayed home, where a trusted witch had safeguarded the entire building.
he loves you very much, no matter what; human or vampire.
he knows he would do anything to protect you.
anything.
but he does it out of love. he really does.
at least, as far as you can tell.
#klaus mikaelson#klaus mikaelson x reader#niklaus mikaelson#niklaus mikaelson x reader#niklaus x reader#klaus x reader#tvd#to#the vampire diaries#the originals#headcanons#yandere#yandere klaus#yandere klaus mikaelson#tvd headcanons#gender neutral reader#gn!reader
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I don't think Dumbledore ever expected the kid who hated him more than anything in the world that he sacrificed to the Dark Side in order to keep the blind trust of his "Champions" to be the only person he would trust the most on his last years alive (because i believe that if justice had been done that day Severus wouldn't have spiraled as fucking hard as he did, in his mind there was no Light side, only two Dark Lords and that's a whole ass rant for another day )
I believe that he may have realized that he made a mistake letting him fall through the cracks to keep the Marauders when the latter crashed and burned as soon as they got out of School (as many peaked in highschool kids do). I think that he might had wanted to use them as " Symbols" of trust, inclusion, camaraderie and friendship to set an example of hope and courage to the rest and keep the morale up (i mean in theory it does sounds nice : A Pureblood from an evil family who chose different, a werewolf who fights for justice, another Pureblood who rejects old norms and fights for others, and your everyday person showing that everyone can make a change ; but that's another whole different rant and this one is long enough)
And while doing that he might have overlooked too hard their negative attributes and let himself be swept (like everyone else irl) for the idea of a selfless group of friends who belongs to the Light and fought for good and the less fortunate
I also believe that when the Incident happened he was forced to open his eyes a little, he got a reminder that Sirius still was a Black, that Remus was still a Werewolf that not everything would go as smoothly as he had hoped. Nonetheless he was faced by a choice.
He had one (1) poor genius dark arts obsessed halfblood Severus Snape on one side who was under Malfoy's influence and whose probable only anchor to the Light side was the friendship he was steadily loosing with Lily Evans
and the Marauders.
I'm sure he realized that he couldn't do anything for Snape without loosing the Marauders. Sirius would never forgive him for not taking his side even if he was in the wrong. He would start to question him and if Sirius trust in him wavered that meant no James and no James meant no Marauders, no Marauders meant everything that he overlooked during all their years would have been in vain, everyone he allowed them to hurt would have been wronged in vain
I theorize that before the incident his plan with Severus was to try and keep him in a neutral grey area through Lily Evans (since he would never truly form part of the Light if the Light contained the Marauders) because he recognized that what a powerful asset and enemy he could be for either side and if he couldn't have him on his he at least would try to avoid Voldemort having that advantage (because come on this kid was a complete genius and i doubt things like that slipped past him, not anymore, not since Tom)
But when the Incident happened he had to choose between one of them. He weighted on one hand his Champions and in the other maybe what could be the one biggest threat in Voldemort's ranks. He was already too far in with the Marauders to back down now and he trusted that they would be able to handle him once they inevitably face each other in battle.
He knew he was dooming Severus Snape to the Dark Side, he basically took the Light away from him and in a way gave permission to the Marauders to keep tormenting him. This was the gravest thing they could have done and there was no consequence, that meant there was no limit and now they know it.
He knew Severus would never forgive him, he knew he was making a life long commitment to the Marauders now, he knew he was gaining 4 allies who would follow him blindly thinking he would always back them up (and now he had to) and one enemy who had every reason to want to destroy him, he knew he just handed Voldemort a powerful ally in a silver platter and he knew that he might regret that decision
He just didn't know how much he would regret it later though
Fuckin wow…🤯🤯🤯
You basically just put the thoughts of majority of them snapedom into words, Anon…that’s amazing
I was so mad at Dumbledore while reading this😭 like he really put 200% of his faith in four teenage bullies… pls ✋🏽
He allowed all of that to happen…out of naivety
Because he thought they were gonna be the knights of the light side…but in reality he was tormenting the one that was gonna save them all
Damn.
Thank you for this amazing rant, Anon 🙏🏽
#rant anon#severus snape#pro severus snape#pro snape#snape community#anti snaters#anti dumbledore#anti Marauders#hp fandom#harry potter#hp
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I could've sworn someone asked me for Katherine headcanon but I can't find it in the inbox sadly...
Katherine Hillard Headcanons
-Katherine's favorite passtime honestly revolves around collecting things, mainly after becoming a ranger her interest peaked on the mysteries of the world so now her curiosity is unlimited.
-Both her and Kimberly have found ways to split the pink powers via the Thunder and ninja zords of their respective colors thus putting Zordon's research on too much pink power to a rest. However they still try to keep things to a minimum.
-Because of the phoenix properties of her zord Katherine has found good usage of bringing life to plants, she doesn't mind volunteering at an orphanage and with her abilities she's able to secretly make sure none of the kids starve.
-After Zeo she's had a hatred of Artifical Intelligence and Tommy had to keep her from smashing up all the appliances in her house.
-She hates the moon.
-Pink isn't exactly her favorite color, in fact Kat was offered the position as zeo red in secret by Tommy but she declined it.
-After the Zordon Era pretty much everyone went their separate ways for a while and similar to Tommy she found herself becoming a mentor for a group of younger rangers. A team based on constellations who each had a secret archery motif, she later became a red ranger for the squad and needed to have a master morpher developed as things when on(Referencing Kyuranger, free real estate for them😎).
-Katherine and Tommy took a break around the time of Lost Galaxy and didn't get back together till around Operation Overdrive. During this time however she actually dated Hayley Zitkor and throughout that time span Kat didn't find out that Hayley and Tommy knew each other.
-she's been visited around five times by master pink. Reasons are unknown however it's getting creepy so Katherine managed to put a bunch of net traps around her house incase MP decides to pop in randomly.
-Katherine is one of the most skilled individuals when it comes to shooting guns. Not just that but she's been developing weapons for herself incase another Rita problem shows up, double tap that bitch in the head if you have to. She has to be strapped both for her safety and for her friends(Reference to @skyland2703 headcanon from a while back👍🏾)
-her favorite weapon is a crossbow like sniper rifle called Artemis and it has the power to penetrade 40 zords with one bullet. Due to her sneaking around during Forever Red and collecting pieces of Serpentera she was able to use the samples to make the perfect failsafe agaisnt drastic situations.
-Her house is laced in grid vortex bombs, if anything ever happens then she can wipe an enemy of the face of the map.
-Kat's the dude in her relationship with Tommy if you catch my drift😭
-It's not she's capable of getting revenge but more of the idea of her making you regret your decisions in a subtle way. A guy stood Billy up so Kat decided to scratch the guy's car paint and burst his tires.
-In her will when she dies she wants the team to spread her ashes in space or even find a way to bring her back for another 5 years.
-After hearing about the existence of other dimensions Katherine has a contingency plan. If things go to shit then there's other places to find a life in, heck she'd also consider the future or the RPM verse.
-Kat doesn't really talk about it but she has trouble having kids with Tommy. Heck JJ was came 7 amounts early and doctors weren't sure he'd make it so she stayed by his little bed in the hospital for weeks until he was healthy.
-She made sure to tell Tommy not to pass on any of their ranger abilities to JJ. Mainly as their own legacy should be there to influence him, pass on an opportunity for him to build his own choices if he does decide to pursue ranger activity.
-Kat was thrilled when JJ came back from school shouting about wanting to be the pink ranger after seeing a cool video on these heroes called the power rangers. Tommy was uh...well he's supportive but he just didn't want to see his kid being made fun off and tried to lean him to another color but Kat shut that down, both of them came to an agreement that he could be pink.
-She replaced her left arm and right leg with advanced robotic versions resembling regular limbs but this was because she wanted standby weapons to shift out incase of combat.
-People in the ranger community consider her a harbinger of sorts because of her battle prowess and wouldn't back down to beating someone bloody for threatening her family.
-Kat loves a lot of rock and roll music as well as things with a fast tempo.
-She's the one which a driver's license, Tommy's has been suspended after he accidentally backed into an old lady think she was a trash can for parallel parking.
-Zordon having the rangers choose Katherine, Aisha, Rocky and Adam as secondary choices weren't out of coincidence. Centuries ago he tried recruiting their ancestors and secretly kept an eye on them, however at the time humans weren't adept to the grids influence and they became prone to natural exposure and got pretty sick, this was around 10,000 years ago anyway and while Katherine doesn't have much of a grudge against him she isn't hesitant about wanting to shoot that tank.
-Kat is very bisexual, Tommy wasn't exactly her first choice relationship wise and even considered dating Kimberly or Tanya though she's chill with the dude.
-Tommy's dating life honestly confuses her, he dated Kimberly and had a thing with Jason(Frankly that didn't surprise her as she got a bit of fruity vibes from Tommy and thought he was full on gay before being alerted that he dated Kim). Then he dated Anton and had her suspicions on what Tommy was into when she found a picture of him tied up in....compromising positionsBottom. Safe to say for gatherings she has the best stories to tell.
-Her parents very much support the idea of her being a power rangers and her dad keeps asking if she has parties with other rangers....also to get zord figures and autographs from the Lightspeed Rescue team.
-After Adam's mishap with his power coin being damaged she decided to utilize what she learned from the Crane Ninjazord and Firebird Thunderzord to pursue learning things at the Wind Academy and Pai Zhua academy to hone elemental and animal spirit abilities. She gained light related powers along with the spirit of the phoenix, fitting for combat as she can obliterate enemies with swift speeds and vaporizing energy.
-She loves dating dudes that are a tad bit strange or shy, they're just adorable in her eyes. Prime example being Tommy, not sure if he should be offended or flattered by this.
-She watches My Hero Academia and has a great admiration for Bunny's persistence.
-Katherine despises barbie dolls but JJ enjoys getting them as figures for imaginary adventures so she allows for him to have them but the minute one begins moving on it's own she's going to shoot that bitch into oblivion.
-She's an expert with hair and easily takes care or Tommy's locks when needed. It's funny to tie it into a bun though the fact that it's almost waist length makes Katherine jealous.
-due to her powers she developed a way of being able to precisely chuck items and projectiles without even touching them, similar to Diego in Umbrella Academy. This is very useful as she won't need to morph if needed and could drawn weapon from a vault she keeps at home.
-After Trini's death Katherine had to oversee Billy in fear that he might shut down due to all the guilt. She knew well on the topic of the only person who truly understood you in the world was gone and even offered a place at her home incase Minh needed somewhere to stay.
-The reason why Master Pink visited her was because of Shattered Grid almost happening again. She explained to Katherine that no one remembers the event as it was a multiverse related conflict of the past so when things ended everything went back to normal, she tasked Kat will trying to keep things from ever ending up as such. This nearly happened in various ways from Billy trying to bring back Trini or Zordon, a huge Zord fight within Angel Grove, having a rogue being nearly disrupt time and space as we know it. Kind of a crazy burden to leave on someone, honestly she couldn't look at Tommy for 4 weeks upon learning about Drakkon.
-She's not the most religious person but she swears that during a trip to the dentist she was visited by an archer deity. Aisha calls her delusional for this but Kat knows what she saw.
-Stocks are a big thing for her and she even has built up a reputation at wall street. (Kat: I can buy and sell you. Stock broker: Excuse me?)
-Katherine has the falcon zord and uses it as spatial transportation. Mainly to take JJ on trips to see the stars etc, it's also a nice getaway from all the stresses of life.
-At one point in her life Katherine considered becoming a hit man against terrible people with her archery and gun skills...though she's never told anyone this. The idea of taking a life away has crossed her mind here and there, however she goes to Dana for therapy on these feelings.
-Tommy is the cook within the family, he learned how to make a bunch of meals well when he was with Jason. Plus after Katherine nearly burned down an acre of land from their house one night she wasn't allowed in the kitchen for months, she finds it funny coming from the guy who dedicated a semester of his career on trying to remake dinosaur meat from bones.
-Katherine has a sort of ranger secret service for herself that not even Tommy knows about. Laced around the place like regular civilians ready to come to her aid.
-She visited the Mystic Mother and human Zedd just to weigh out the situation between them incase anything happens.
-Considering the last headcanon Katherine wonders if the Z-Wave killed all the evil beings within the universe she wonders if any of those beings that were evil consisted of beings that Zordon considered bad, the thought of some innocent people being killed all those years ago or being brainwashed keeps her up at night.
-She is really wondering if all the stuff during the Zordon Era was truly good. Having to fight an eon long war for a floating head against a bunch of crazy beings doesn't sit right with her, in some ways good and bad are basically moral constructs and she doesn't like to judge people on the way they act. Evil rangers, good rangers, the fact about Drakkon who existed in a past existence also bugs her....sometimes she wonders if JJ will end up doing something crazy as a ranger.
-Death doesn't really scare her but if anything Katherine would like to keep her memory alive, something that JJ could possibly look over in timed when he's sad or down in life.
-Utilizing grid archives Katherine can watch other teams in different dimensions like shows. For instance super sentai and such, currently she's on Dairanger and the minute she saw those zords....(Kat: That bird looks famil-AYO WHAT THE FUCK?!)
#power rangers#mmpr#mighty morphin power rangers#katherine hillard#pink ranger#tommy oliver#jason lee scott#jj oliver#kimberly hart#headcanons#headcanon#ask answered#anon ask#someone ask me about it#i apologize if i cant find the ask but here it is#pink
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Unforgettable Night | Crosshair x You
During your encounter at a cantina on the tropical island of Pabu, Hunter introduced you to Crosshair. As the night progressed and the drinks flowed, the atmosphere became filled with uninhibited excitement and spontaneity, leading to an unforgettable experience between the two of you.
This is a crossover between 'Star Wars: The Bad Batch' and 'Cyberpunk 2077.' You are characterized as 'V,' the main female character who was a nomad that became a mercenary in Night City. The story takes place after the end of TBB Season 2 but in an alternative universe where Tech didn't execute Plan 99, and they successfully rescued Crosshair. In Cyberpunk's alternative universe, V didn't get Johnny Silverhand in her head, so she is as fine as Night City allows her to be.
Word Count: 13758
Warnings/tags: NSFW, smut with plot, Crossover TBB x Cyberpunk 2077, Alternative Universe Canon Divergence, The Bad Batch Season 2 Spoilers, Cyberpunk 2077 Spoilers, Hunter might have a crush on you, Hunter - first kiss, Crosshair - first kiss, Crosshair - first time, oral sex, vaginal sex, secret fling / hook up, jealous Crosshair, unprotected sex, Tech x Phee cameo, Crosshair is a natural, use of alcohol.
Notes: I initially planned for this to be a one shot, but I almost have a complete draft for a second part. Perhaps I'll write it someday.
I really hope you enjoy it! Your feedback means a lot to me.
(Friendly reminder: It is important to practice responsible behavior in real life, including being mindful of alcohol consumption, using protection, and obtaining consent before engaging in any sexual activity. Please remember that first times can often be awkward and that this story is purely fictional. It's essential not to idealize or romanticize these situations.)
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The Bad Batch successfully completed their rescue mission at Mount Tantiss, after their covert mission in Eriadu, ensuring the safety of all team members. Upon their return to Pabu, they were accompanied by Crosshair, who had been held captive by the Empire there, in a hidden laboratory. Crosshair's imprisonment was a result of his actions, for murdering Lieutenant Nolan when he reached his breaking point following Mayday's unnecessary death, even though he was a reg.
Initially, Crosshair had reservations about accepting the rescue because he carried the burden of guilt for his actions under the Empire, particularly those directed towards his squad. His past traumas and self-destructive tendencies led him to believe that he was undeserving of salvation. Fortunately, his family saw things differently. The compassion shown by Omega and the unwavering support of the rest of the Bad Batch convinced him that he deserved another chance to be reunited again. They also deeply regretted leaving him behind during the early days of Order 66 when he was still under the influence of the inhibitor chip, even though he later made his own choices.
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Before your first visit to Pabu, you had already spent a few months with the squad. Living aboard the Marauder and working for Cid, you became well-acquainted with them during that time. But they went on that covert mission without you. Although you felt a bit outraged when Phee informed you they had left without saying a word as she caught them by surprise, you recognized that it was their decision to make. You were disappointed that you couldn't have used your high mercenary skills to help them, but you respected their choice.
After several weeks waiting for them without any news, Phee and you started to get worried. Neither of you knew anything about their plans. Was it too dangerous? Were all of them alright? How long was it gonna take?... One night, Genoa called you through the comm, notifying you that their starship had already docked beside the Archium on the landing pad. You sighed with relief. She told you everyone was okay and now they’ve brought another clone, “Stoneface” as she called him. You wanted to run there and greet them but she told you to wait, everyone was exhausted and all of them needed a well deserved rest.
The following day, you eagerly made your way to Shep's house, the place where the Bad Batch had gathered to celebrate their welcome. The smell of freshly cooked food wafted through the air as you approached the open doorway. The atmosphere was lively and convivial. Omega's infectious laughter filled the terrace as she played with Lyana. Tech engaged in a quiet conversation with Phee, a shy smile tugging at the corners of his lips, this time, setting aside his datapad. You also took note of Wrecker and Hazard's enthusiasm for the feast laid out before them. And of course, you appreciated the comforting presence of Hunter by your side throughout the lunch. You looked around, taking in the scene and feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. Echo was the only one missing, having departed to continue fighting alongside Rex and the other clones they had rescued as well, in Mount Tantiss.
The absence of "Stoneface" went unnoticed by you tho, as the warmth of the company enveloped you and you savored the simple joy of being with these people, something that reminded you of your old days as a nomad in the Badlands, only that the environment was much more cozy than the vast expanse of the desert with acid rain due to pollution.
You couldn’t help but to ask Hunter why they didn’t bring you with them and he replied with his smoky voice.
“It was a family matter and we didn’t want to risk putting anyone else in danger. Besides, Lower Pabu and its people needed your attention more than us,” he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
You sighed after Hunter’s words, "Aight, good to see y'all in one piece."
Hunter’s hand dropped from you and he inhaled deeply, thinking about his brother. “Yup. We are. But Crosshair is gonna need some time to get used to this place, that’s why he’s not here yet.”
As soon as the name was mentioned, you made the connection that the man Phee referred to, with that nickname last night, was the same clone that Omega had told you about a while ago.
“Is that the one from your squad who went rogue, right? Omega told me about him,” you wanted to know the certainty of your conclusion.
You could feel Hunter’s discomfort when remembering the past, “Yeah, he is. We’ve had our… differences,” he hesitated and rested his forearms on the table, “I don’t think we can just go back to the way things were before the Empire. It's gonna take some time to work things out between us."
As the two of you continued your conversation about Crosshair and the difficulties they all had encountered during the mission, you were genuinely concerned about Cross’ well-being, now that he was back with the squad. Hunter seemed to appreciate your interest. His usual stoicism was replaced by a small serene smile. It was nice to see him letting his guard down for once.
You’ve learned from Hunter that Crosshair needed some time to recover from his physical and mental wounds. As a result, they had left him on the Marauder to rest, without the need to interact with anyone except for his fellow Bad Batchers.
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Shep Hazard had provided Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Omega with a house before they left the island. However, due to the devastation caused by the recent tsunami, the Mayor was unable to offer a larger house when Crosshair joined them. As a result, he was forced to reside temporarily in their starship until a suitable residence became available. As the distribution of houses continued, Hunter's mind suddenly sparked with an idea a few days after your enjoyable lunch together, when he unexpectedly ran into you. You've been very busy working on the island so you couldn't spend the same time with them as before. He had a feeling that perhaps you could assist him in finding a solution to his brother's current predicament.
Hunter cleared his throat before turning to you. “Hey, V. Do you have a minute? I need to ask you something.”
“Hit me up, Hunter. You want me to keep tabs on Omega today?”
Hunter grinned and shook his head, admiring your laid-back attitude. “No. It's about Crosshair. We need to find him a place to call home. He can't stay on the Marauder indefinitely, especially since we've made a choice to settle down here.”
You hummed in agreement, “Sure thing. Lower Pabu's still under construction, but we're making progress. Lemme check if I can hook him up with one of the fresh cribs.”
Hunter's face fell as he sighed with apprehension, “That's going to take too long. There are still people waiting for their houses, and we can't just skip the line." He paused, scratching the back of his head. “Do you mind if he stays with you? You've got a spare room, right?”
“Oh! Yeah… cool with me. But my place is like the size of a power droid, and he doesn't know jack about me. You sure he ain't gonna flip his chip, after all the shit he's been through?”
He let out a soft giggle, fully aware that handling Crosshair's attitude was going to be a bigger challenge for you than the other way around. “He's tough. It's you I'm more concerned about.”
“Why's that?” you arched an eyebrow, your voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
“I gotta warn you, he's not the easiest guy to be around. He can get on your nerves, so you'll need to have a lot of patience,” Hunter said, looking apologetic for even bringing it up.
You gave him a reassuring pat on the back, but perhaps a little too forcefully. He stumbled forward slightly to catch his balance. “No worries, choom! I got this. Patience's one of my strong suits, and if Crosshair starts fraying at the edges, I always know how to charm my way outta it with ease,” you concluded your sentence by gesturing towards your chest with your thumb.
Hunter relaxed and let out a chuckle at your reaction, trying to hide a slight flush that crept up his cheeks in response to your comment about your charm. “Alright then, if you're not busy tomorrow night, we could head to the cantina. It'll be just the three of us and I'll introduce him to you,” he said with a friendly smile.
“Sounds good to me”, a smug expression played on your face as you spoke and nodded, “I'll meet you there.”
*********
The next evening, Hunter arrived at the Marauder to fulfill his promise of taking Crosshair out and introducing him to you. He also explained to Cross that he was going to move to your place in the following rotations. Wrecker had already been keeping him company during the day.
“AW, MAN! I'm always missing out on the good stuff! I wanna go out with you guys!” Wrecker whined as he punched Gonky on the top, making the droid stagger.
Hunter leaned on the wall of the Marauder, crossing his arms and legs. “Tech's got his head buried in designing the infrastructure for the worst-hit areas, so I'm counting on you to keep an eye on Omega for me.”
Wrecker sighed, rubbing his head. “Fine, I'll keep an eye on the kid. But you know what, we’ll make our own fun! We’re gonna watch a holomovie and eat some snacks,” his voice rumbled in the communications room.
Hunter raised an eyebrow and let out a small chuckle. “Sure thing, Wrecker. Just make sure Omega gets to bed on time. She’s got training tomorrow.”
“Yeah…Yeah…” replied Wrecker as he left the ship, giving a casual wave over his shoulder.
Crosshair stood there, a glint of irritation in his eyes as he watched them in silence. His emotions were veiled behind a mask of cold detachment, but inside he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia.
The Sarge broke away from the wall to stand up to face Cross. “Are you set for tonight?”
Crosshair emitted an annoyed grunt from his nose, resembling a “hmph.” The toothpick in his mouth shifted from one corner to the other as he scowled. He didn't feel like getting dressed up, he just grabbed a plain set of civvies from his old belongings.
“Come on, don't knock it till you try it. The people around here are easygoing, and who knows, you might end up having a good time.” Hunter patted Cross’ arm as Crosshair gave him a sharp look of displeasure.
“We'll get outta there whenever you want, you have my word,” Hunter's soothing tone attempted to alleviate Cross’ anxiety.
“Oh, lucky me,” he muttered with his raspy voice and his eyes rolling with sarcasm. He wasn't really in the mood to go out, but he knew that Hunter would keep bothering him if he didn't.
*********
The moment the clones stepped into the cantina, a rush of lively music hit their ears, filling the dimly lit space with energy. It was bursting with life, despite the long day of work everyone had endured. But now, it was time to unwind, grab a drink, and hit the dance floor with friends.
A couple of locals called out to Hunter, beckoning him to join them. He recognized them from his recent efforts to assist the community and felt obliged to greet them. He turned to his brother and grinned.
“Why don't you grab a stool and order up? I'll join you in a sec,” Hunter pointed to the bar.
Cross growled and clenched his teeth, muttering sarcastically under his breath, “Oh, goody. This is exactly how I wanted to spend the night,” hoping Hunter's enhanced senses could pick up his disdain. If he did, he ignored it. Despite his reluctance, Cross followed Hunter's order. Drinking solo at the bar seemed preferable to enduring the company of two clankerheads from Pabu.
The walls were adorned with colorful murals depicting scenes of the island's lush jungles and pristine beaches. The smell of exotic fruits and spices wafted through the air, mixed with the sweet aroma of drinks being poured and sipped.
As he surveyed the bar, he spotted three vacant seats in the middle. A woman sat to the left, and a couple occupied the ones on the right. He picked the one in the center, trying to avoid any unnecessary contact. A male twi'lek bartender, with a youthful appearance and vibrant green skin, came over to Crosshair ready to take his order.
He sensed someone's gaze on him and quickly signaled the bartender to back off with a raised hand. His stern expression warned the young Twi'lek not to push it any further. Retrieving a toothpick from his pocket, he placed it in his mouth, taking a moment to survey the cantina and the people around him.
Cross noticed that the woman to his left was staring at him as if she knew him, but she didn't seem familiar to him at all. He didn't like it when people stared at him and his patience was wearing thin. In an attempt to intimidate her, he took the toothpick out of his mouth and asked her in an angry tone.
"What's your problem? Is there something on my face?”, he frowned and then flicked that toothpick at her, landing right next to her glass.
That woman was you. Leaning against the bar, your gaze followed the movement of his toothpick before returning to meet his eyes. You grinned in response.
“You must be the new outcast”, you said in a cheerful voice.
“Outcast?” he muttered, his eyes narrowing. His face twisted with irritation at the mention of being called that.
As you waited for him to speak, your gaze remained fixated on him. Your elbow was propped up on the bar, your chin resting on your hand, tapping your fingers against the glass in a rhythmic pattern.
“I'm V. Nice to meet ya,” You broke the silence because he didn’t look like he was going to say anything more. You smirked and raised your glass to him.
“Crosshair,” he took a deep breath and finally nodded, almost imperceptibly.
He scanned you, head to toe. A hot tomboy with cyberware marks on both cheeks and forearms. Your eyes caught his attention. They were also cybernetic, completely black, and featured light blue-ish irises in the shape of a lizard. While it might appear frightening to the average person, he considered it suited you quite well.
You also took a closer look at his face. Even under the dim light of the cantina, you noticed his appearance was rough, with an unshaven beard that hinted at a few days without grooming. The tiredness in his baggy eyes was evident, but they still shone with a captivating light brown hue. His head was bald, showing a large scar on the right side, but the hair around it had started to grow back in little grey tufts.
There was a certain allure about him that compelled you to look past his arrogant facade and discover who he truly was. But the opportunity for further interaction was cut short as Hunter approached the two of you. The scent of alcohol on his breath suggested that he may have already had a drink. Hunter placed one hand on your shoulder and the other on Cross'.
“Hey, how's it going? Just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Looks like you've already met our friend V!” Hunter said to Cross, shifting his gaze back and forth between him and you. “She's been a huge asset to the team since she joined us. And you'll be staying with her. She's been kind enough to offer you a place to stay.”
Crosshair’s stern expression didn’t alter.
Hunter tightened his grip on Cross, “I gotta run back to Zaneer and Taren for a bit. They've got a bunch of stuff they wanna go over with me. It won't take long though, so I'll leave you guys to get to know each other in the meantime.”
“It’s ok, Hun! Join us when you've got the time” You gave Hunter a laid-back nod.
With a brief glance your way and a displeased snort, Crosshairs redirected his gaze to Hunter.
“Whatever”, the lack of emotion in Cross’ hoarse voice was palpable.
“I'll take care of a round of drinks later, my treat,” Hunter said with a smile as he left, humming a happy tune that was playing in the background.
Now that the two of you were alone again, you hoped to lift his spirits and encourage him to open up to you.
“Hey, let me buy you a drink,” you said whilst raising a hand to call for the bartender.
The twi’lek came closer to take your order.
“Fine… I’ll have a whiskey.” Crosshair said, rolling his eyes.
A smile crept across your face as the bartender poured a glass of whiskey for him. In a gesture of camaraderie, you raised your glass and took a sip. Following your lead, Cross mirrored your actions and took a sip of his own drink.
“And who are you, exactly?” Trust wasn’t the best trait in Cross’ personality. He leaned on the bar with the same arm that was holding his whiskey, the other hand resting on his hip.
“I used to be a merc in Night City. I rescued Omega from the corpo scum, they were planning some real nasty biz with the Empire. Things got messy and I figured it was time to delta. The Bad Batch took me in as a reward for my assistance,” you shrugged and tilted your head, “we’ve been chooms since then.”
He took a large sip and frowned his forehead, “What kind of nasty biz?” he hissed.
You darkened your expression and took a deep breath. “Arasaka is kinda obsessed with eternal life, only for the bigwigs, ya know?. They've been puttin' in work on some prototype engram tech that can copy a person's whole existence. They were also looking for someone like Omega to up their clone game. Ever since the Republic bit it, these mega-corporations and the Empire have been working together for their own benefit.”
You stopped to drink all that was left in your glass. “They wanted to play the almighty by dodging death. They better not pull that off.” Your words were filled with malice, you sounded angry and repulsed.
Crosshair's eyebrows raised as he listened to you whilst finishing his drink, taking note of your distinct way of speaking and expressing yourself. You intrigued him, and without realizing it, he found himself momentarily forgetting about his past and living in the present.
“So, what's your story? How'd you end up there knowing all that?” he asked with a curious tone, pushing his empty glass aside with the back of his hand.
In that moment, you seemed to retreat into your own mind, lost in thought. Cross noticed a hint of nostalgia and sadness in your gaze. You raised two fingers to signal the bartender for another round of whiskeys. The green-skinned fellow deftly took away your used glasses and promptly replaced them with full ones, one for each of you. Crosshair nodded in appreciation for your attention to keeping him well hydrated.
You sighed, “Cause my team and I were hired to steal a Relic from Arasaka. It was supposed to be our big ticket for a sweet life. We had no clue how much shit we were diving into.” You held the glass and swirled the liquid around inside, watching the patterns it made while you kept talking, “That gig was doomed from the beginning, everything that could’ve gone bad went even worse. My best choom died, just like our netrunner, and I barely managed to save my ass.”
You ceased playing with your whiskey abruptly and proceeded to consume it all in one gulp, exhaling heavily. “So, turns out that the Relic was the frickin' engram I mentioned. My fixer was furious that we brought so much heat on him. He tried to wipe me out.” you tightly clenched your fists on your lap. “But guess what? I plugged him before he could pull the trigger,” you let out a humorless giggle.
“Anyways, after that, I knew I had to come back hard and wreck anything connected to that damn engram. Spending ‘bout a year getting stronger.” As you breathed slowly, your hands relaxed and your eyes met Crosshair's. “By then, I bumped into Omega at one of the Arasaka buildings, ran into the Bad Batch to save her and the rest you already know.”
He hummed harshly through his nose when you finished, processing all the info. Crosshair propped his elbows on the bar, looking straight at you. He was even more intrigued, wanting to know more about you. It felt as though the world around you both had faded away, leaving only the two of you in that moment.
“Looks like you’re a tough woman. I'll give you that,” he finally smiled.
You couldn't help but smirk at the compliment. He wasn't exactly the talkative type, but you liked the thrill of trying to crack him open. Living in Night City had taught you how to handle yourself in any situation. His raspy voice sent shivers down your spine and left you wanting to know more about the man behind it. Now you felt it was your turn to ask about him.
“Whatta 'bout ya, choom? Anything cool I need to know 'bout the person I'm gonna share a roof with?” you leaned on the bar with your arms crossed.
He masked his emotions, only betrayed by the pursing of his lips. “Nothin' special. I’m just a clone who’s trying to fit in a galaxy that doesn't give a damn about me.” He said dead serious.
“Danm, I need to work on my small talk…,” he pondered.
You hummed, “I know that feeling… I was actually an outcast among outcasts when I went to NC to become a merc.”
You tapped his shoulder, “Don’t worry, choom. Folks here in Pabu are nova. You'll get the hang of it,” then a gentle smile spread across your face.
Crosshair felt a strange sense of comfort at the show of empathy. Kindness was a foreign concept to him, not only during his time in the Republic, but especially not in his time serving the Empire.
As soon as you saw his face contort in an odd manner, you knew it was time to change the topic. “Hey. I’m sorry that you’re stuck with me, I imagine you’d rather be at your brothers’. We're putting up more houses in Pabu but it’s gonna take a while.”
He nonchalantly shrugged and propped one leg up on the footrest, leaning onto his knee, “I'm fine with the Marauder. It's served us well for years, but I suppose having a proper house wouldn't hurt either.” As he spoke, his voice grew mellower. You couldn't tell if it was due to your conversation or the drinks. “I suppose I have to thank you,” he raised his glass at you, “to new friends.”
“WAIT!” You lifted your arm and touched his hand, holding his drink.
He recoiled at the touch of your skin and remained still, giving you an odd look while frowning. You followed with an explanation.
“You gotta fill the tank to lift the glass, amigo”, you smirked as you held up your empty glass, scanning the area for the bartender again.
Cross was quick to act and he poured in your glass half of his whiskey that was left in his, without thinking. You grinned at him and he returned the favor with a sly smirk and a wink. You appreciated the kind gesture and happily raised your glass to clink with his.
“To new friends,” you repeated, now satisfied.
“Cheers”, he replied.
The drinks were gone in a flash as you and Crosshair downed them in unison. Crosshair tried to keep his cool, not wanting to let you see how tipsy he was starting to feel.
His body language eased as he spoke, “Do you have a plan for tonight?”
The alcohol was taking effect on you as well. You could feel a warmth spreading across your cheeks. To answer his question, you looked at the dance floor and smiled.
“Tell me, do clones dance?” You enjoyed dancing because it reminded you of those nights in the city with Jackie after a successful gig, even though one of you sometimes ended up in a fight with a broken nose. Regardless of that, you were testing the waters with him.
“We do,” he smirked, “when we are drunk.”
It had been ages since he had genuinely enjoyed a conversation with someone.
A grin spread across your face as you chuckled. “So…You wanna hit the floor or should I get you another round to get those legs movin'?”
“How about a dance now and then grab some more drinks?” He's feeling more confident by the minute, wearing a cocky smirk on his face.
You gave a single clap of approval, “Sounds like we're off to a good start.”
Shooting him a playful wink, you rose from your seat and gracefully made your way to the dancing area, moving in perfect sync with the beat. He followed your lead. When he rose to his feet, you couldn't help but take a moment to size him up. He was a tall man, with a lean build that only accentuated his height.
On the dance floor, Crosshair moved with a bit of hesitation, like he was out of his element, but he focused on his breathing to stay in sync with you. “I'm not used to this kind of thing,” he exhaled slowly, musing. It was clear he was still uncomfortable in this unfamiliar setting. He looked at you.
“Is this what you do for fun? Boozing and dancing?” he asked.
“Totally, when you're living like every day could be your last, but for real, you learn to savor those chillaxin' moments,” you giggled as your hips swayed and your arms waved in the air.
“Valid observation,” he muttered.
He noticed your wild dance moves, as you let go and lost yourself in the music. “She's pretty good,” he contemplated, “Hunter was right. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.” That gave him the push he needed. His movements became more precise and controlled, wasting no motion. Though he only knew a few dance steps, he followed them perfectly, still with a stoic attitude.
“Not bad”, you said, clearly impressed by him.
Your compliment caused him to break into a broad smile. Thanks to the booze, he began to loosen up, getting into the groove more and more.
“I don't mean to brag, but I've got the moves.” A smug smirk appeared on his face.
While you chuckled at his arrogance, Hunter finally emerged from the clutches of those locals who had abducted him. He came back, dancing his way through the crowd. It looked like he had also enjoyed a couple of rounds while he was away.
“It's been ages since I've seen you dance like that, Cross,” Hunter tapped Crosshair’s shoulder, “Good to see you enjoying yourself once more.”
“I'm simply following V's lead, that's all,” Cross replied nonchalantly.
Hunter chuckled, “Yeah, she's got some serious skills.” He had to move in closer to be heard above the noise of the music.
“Come on, let's show him how it's done,” Hunter said to you.
The Sarge grabbed your hand and twirled you onto the dance floor. You laughed and let him lead. He was really cutting loose tonight, and you guessed it was because they were finally done with their missions and everyone was safe, being able to lower his guard down. Besides, he must've already had a few drinks. You smiled as he held you close, feeling his strength and the rhythm of the music.
Watching Hunter and you together made Crosshair begin to feel a slight sense of possessiveness. He immediately recognized the irrationality of this feeling since he had just met you, and forced himself to quickly push those emotions aside. He found himself searching for a reason to pull you away from Hunter and bring you closer to him.
The music seemed to consume you completely, your hips moving in a seductive rhythm that drew the gaze of many onlookers. You felt Crosshair approach from behind and wrap his arms around your waist, drawing you nearer. He leaned into you.
“You got some rhythm there,” his breath tickled your ear as he whispered and squeezed your hips lightly, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
“Absolutely,” you shot back with a confident tone.
With a graceful turn, you faced Cross, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your hands glide down his chest, before continuing the dance with him. He was momentarily caught off guard, but he soon adapted and began to sway and dip, incorporating more intimate movements as you both stepped to the beat. His hand rested firmly on the small of your back. You couldn't help but get lost in the moment.
The combination of exercise and alcohol had Hunter sweating profusely, and he needed a break, especially after Crosshair snatched you away from him.
“I'm heading to the bar for the round I owe you guys!” He yelled over the music to you both.
After Hunter left, Crosshair whispered in your ear, “Tell me, what's it like to live by your own code? Not bound by any regime or authority dictating your every move.”
In order to engage in conversation with him, you had to match his unhurried pace and tone down your dance moves.
“There were always codes to follow when I was a nomad. We might seem savage, but we got our own set of rules. Break 'em, you're out, and with no clan to back you up, you're a dead man in the Badlands. The streets in Night City got their own set of law too…, if you wanna survive.” You rose to your tiptoes and shouted in his ear to make yourself heard.
Then, you bounced back up and lifted one shoulder while humming under your breath, “Guess you had less freedom than I did, serving the Republic during the war and the Empire afterwards.” You gave his arm a gentle squeeze, “But hey! You're a free man now, along with your chooms. So, what's the plan now?”
The heat of your breath gave him goosebumps. Your voice had a certain appeal that hit all the right spots as you spoke. “I can see why it looks like Hunter's got a soft spot for her,” he reasoned. He took a moment to think about what you’ve just said, “you’re a free man now.” Crosshair had never imagined that this day would come. He had assumed he would die a broken toy, used by the Empire and discarded like trash. But now, he was free from their grasp...
“I'm still figuring that out,” a bittersweet chuckle escaped his lips.
You flashed him a smile and took a small step back, your fingers briefly grazing his arm before moving away as Hunter arrived with three drinks, one for each of you. He pointed out an empty table near one of the sofas.
“How about we take a seat over there?”, he spoke over the music with his smoky voice.
“Yeah! Time for a breather,” you exclaimed.
The three of you were making your way to the sofa. It had a circular shape with a round table. You were feeling the beat and moving your hips, trying - without much success - to keep your drink from spilling. Cross trailed behind, staring blatantly at your waist. You slumped into the seat, Hunter made himself comfortable beside you and Cross sat down next to his brother. All of you went silent for a few seconds, catching your breath. Crosshair took a gulp from his glass, and a nagging thought at the back of his mind wondered if there was anything going on between you and Hunter.
“Are you two an item?” he questioned without any hesitation.
The question caught Hunter off guard and he coughed hard, spraying his drink in all directions, his face turned red. He thanked the light was dim. You laughed at the blunt inquiry from across the table. You were just sprawled out, legs and arms open, with one hand behind Hunter, resting on the headrest.
“Nah… He's all wrapped up in being a dad, only got eyes for his kid,” a mischievous grin crossed your face as you lightly nudged Hunter to tease him before returning to your casual posture.
Hunter was cleaning up his own mess, his face redder than a sunburn. Your comment hit him hard. He felt attracted to you, but his protective instincts for Omega always came first. With survival being his top priority, there was no room for romance or hookups. Moreover, Hunter had no prior experience with women due to the war. He didn't know how to express his feelings, so he buried them under his stoicism. Despite his usually reserved demeanor, the booze had made him more uninhibited. You could feel it when he pulled you into his arms to dance a few moments ago.
Following the choking incident, he uttered timidly, “Yeah… Perhaps Omega might need some space for herself from now on. We’re safe here, after all.” He seemed to be looking past you rather than directly at you.
For Crosshair, seeing Hunter’s face after his teasing remark was worth it. He let out a true chuckle when he looked at his brother, a hint of self-satisfaction played across his features.
“Well, it seems like you still haven't found the time to kiss a woman then, have you?” he couldn't help but giggle at his own taunt.
“Man, I can't even remember the last time I had a good laugh like that,” Cross recalled.
CLANG!
With a thud, you slammed your glass onto the table, spilling a few drops of your drink while the remaining liquid inside it swayed back and forth. The impact was loud enough to turn heads as you looked at Hunter with wide eyes.
“NO WAY, Hun! You ain't never smooched a chick before?” your jaw dropped as you stared at him in utter disbelief.
Hunter's gaze flicked away, desperately racking his brain for a good excuse. But the alcohol had muddled his thoughts, and he ended up blurting out the truth.
“Nah…, we didn't have tim–,” he was shaking his head.
You didn’t let him finish as soon as he said “Nah”. You grasped Hunter's shoulder with one hand and turned his face towards you with the other. Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, opening your mouth. He unconsciously copied what you were doing and your tongues writhing wildly against each other, a bit clumsy. Hunter closed his eyes and let out a deep moan from his nose as if he were famished. Tasting the mix of flavors of vanilla and oak from your whiskey in your mouth, and the bitterness and spice from his Andoan ale. He clutched onto the table's rim for support, gripping it tightly.
After a few seconds, Hunter felt the softness of your lips parting from his.
“Well. Now you have,” you grinned widely.
The booze had definitely made you more daring. You leaned back into your seat. Hunter looked stunned, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to process what had just happened, he was speechless. Crosshair raised his eyebrows at first, then frowned, but at the end, he couldn't help but laugh as he watched Hunter's expression.
“Looks like Hunter just got his first taste of your affection,” Cross hissed.
“What can I say? I'm an altruist,” you shrugged and took a sip of your drink.
With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you flashed Cross a teasing smile. “You wanna a little bit of my affection too or what?” your flirty mood was evident in the way you giggled.
“She's baiting me… Kriff!” Crosshair thought, clenching his teeth in frustration. "Should I take the leap?” As he thought about it, he realized that he had been waiting for this moment since you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“What the hell. I'll take my shot,” he muttered in his raspy voice.
Cross' eyes glimmered with mischief as he leaned across the table, one hand supporting himself and the other gently caressing your jawline. Both closed your eyes as your lips met in a fiery embrace. He was lost in the sensation of your tongues exploring each other, totally swept away by the moment. He tasted just like you since both of you have been drinking the same thing all night. His stubble felt rough on your lips, but that only served to heat you up more.
Neither of you took account of Hunter, sprawled on the sofa between you both. He seemed oblivious to what was happening, looking somewhat inebriated. His enhanced senses caused his intoxication to reach its peak as you kissed him, and he ended up passing out on the seat.
After what felt like an eternity, you broke the kiss, both of you gasping for air. A smile spread across Crosshair's face as he looked at you.
“Did I hit the mark?” He couldn’t hide his cockiness.
You leaned back, flashing a big smile as you licked your swollen lips.
“That was a hot kiss. Don't tell me that's your first as well.” You replied with a playful tone, thinking that he looked like he's been around the block a few times.
He was completely thrown off balance. His sunken cheeks turned red with a flush of emotion, but the low light of the cantina concealed his reaction from prying eyes, especially from you. Even as he tried to collect himself, his mind kept going back to that passionate kiss. The way your lips felt and tasted.
“It. Was…,” Cross admitted, hissing.
He chuckled softly and brought his drink to his mouth, taking a long sip to steady his nerves. Meanwhile, you were devouring him with your gaze, biting your lips.
“Damn, Cross. Not bad,” you sounded pleased.
The clone replied with a cocky smile, taking out a toothpick and bringing it to his mouth. With a proud look, he watched Hunter, whose head was dropped back on the headrest with his eyes closed, snoring. Crosshair let out a mischievous snicker and let out a contented little “hmm” through his nose.
“He'll be paying for those drinks tomorrow with one hell of a headache.” He said in a hoarse voice, taking the toothpick out of his mouth to speak. “All of us, probably,” he thought, acknowledging the inevitable hangover to come.
“Well. Time to call it a night. Let's take him back to his crib,” you said, feeling a little dizzy as you sat up and gave yourself a pat on the lap.
Crosshair and you helped Hunter to his feet, but he was clearly disoriented and unable to speak coherently due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Cross slung his arm around the Sarge's shoulder and supported him against his own body as he escorted Hunter out of the cantina, with you closely following behind.
“Time to rest up, soldier,” Crosshair said.
“Good thing he ain't a total deadweight, otherwise we'd be waking Wrecker for a piggyback ride.” You giggled, attempting to walk in a straight line with little success.
When you spoke, he turned his head and gave you a grin.
“Looks like you hit your limit tonight too, eh?” He chucked.
Crosshair outlasted Hunter in the endurance department. Despite feeling a bit lightheaded himself, he was able to persevere for a while longer. Regardless of his slender appearance, he was remarkably fit, as evidenced by how effortlessly he carried his brother.
“Yeah… just a bit,” you kept giggling.
With a quickened pace, you caught up with them. Then, you lifted Hunter's arm and placed it around your neck to aid Crosshair. The Sarge remained out cold.
“Lemme help ya,” you said.
“Huum…” Hunter grunted with his eyes closed as you crept under him.
On your way to the Bad Batch's house, the tranquility of the night surrounded you both. It was late, and many of the buildings were unlit, leaving only the lights from the boardwalk that lined Pabu at varying levels. The ocean breeze cleared your minds as all of you walked, relishing the quietness for a few moments. Until you broke the silence.
“So... you gonna crash in the Marauder again or you wanna come to my place? I mean, you were gonna move to my crib sooner or later.”
Your heart was pounding, anticipating an affirmation. His arrogance and serious demeanor made you feel drawn to him but that last kiss… It sent a tingle down directly to your core. Frag! It had been like more than a year since anyone had touched you. You had a thing for Hunter for a long time, but he never made a move and you grew bored, convincing yourself that he was going to stay a friend forever. However, Crosshair had you feeling excited all night and responded to your teasing.
He looked at you and gave you a cocky half-smile, wiggling the toothpick. “Hmmph. Perhaps I could go to your… crib.” He emphasized the last word playfully, trying to imitate the use of your slang. “I wouldn't want to keep you waiting any longer, sweetheart.” Cross smiled broadly, feeling that the night might not be over yet for the both of you.
“Oh, look who’s dying to see my place, huh?” You smirked and continued. “You know what they say, why wait for later when we can enjoy the present,” you winked at him with a mischievous glint in your eye.
“But first, let's get the Sarge back in his bunk first.”
The memory of your kiss lingered in Crosshair's mind as you all walked towards the squad's home. As he looked at Hunter, his face returned to its usual stern expression, and he couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy at not being the only one who had captured your attention. He was about to break the toothpick between his teeth when he noticed you looking at him. As you smiled at him, cheeks flushed with your dizzy and laid-back demeanor, Crosshair realized that it wasn't about how things started, but how they ended. And he knew he was going to end up alone with you.
His jaw relaxed with that assumption, making him savor the memory of your tongue twirling around his. You were an amazing kisser, and he couldn't help but wonder about your past experiences.
“Who taught you to kiss like that?” He asked out of sheer curiosity.
“I've had my share.”
“I'm starting to think I have a lot to learn from you,” after replying, he winked at you.
Crosshair wasn't accustomed to being so direct in his flirting with a woman. He didn't mind that you were taking the lead most of the time. It was a nice change from having to do everything by himself, in his daily life.
“I could give you a taste of what you've been missing,” Your teasing was just a smokescreen for what you were really looking for.
You succeeded in making Crosshair extremely flustered. Also, your cheeks turned red from the cold air and the whiskey running through your veins, but mostly because of what you had just said.
“You promise?” he asked with a naughty grin, yet a touch of seriousness in his tone.
He went along with it, unsure if the suggestion was serious or just playful flirting. The home of the Bad Batch was just a few steps away at that moment.
“My word. My bond,” you spoke with conviction, tapping a fist over your heart.
Crosshair managed to contain his excitement, but the corner of his lips gave him away with a slight twitch. Right after you finished your sentence, the three of you had made it to the door and you knocked a couple of times. When it opened, a thin figure, much like Cross, emerged from the other side.
“I observe that he still maintains his previous tendencies of consuming more alcohol than he can endure.” Tech let out a deep sigh and briefly glanced up from his datapad before returning his attention to it. “Your efforts in bringing him back are appreciated, especially considering the cognitive functions of the two of you appear to be impaired as well.”
“We're all blasted, Tech.” Crosshair spoke sharply, his tone conveying a sense of urgency.
“Hey Tech, it's hella late. Why aren't you catching any Zs?” you voiced your curiosity.
“Concurrently, I was working on the infrastructure of Lower Pabu. I developed some ideas on how to enhance the alert system for forthcoming tremors,” he readjusted his glasses, “since I had some time alone now, I’ve been working on several concepts to prevent any future calamities similar to the previous tsunami.”
You hummed. “Phee mentioned she'd be working with you all day.”
“That is correct,” a shy, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Tech’s lips, which you noticed.
“How'd it go?” You asked with a sly grin and tone.
“It was… a productive day,” Tech’s cheeks reddened as he quickly looked away, pretending to focus on his datapad.
You chuckled softly, teasingly. “I’m sure it was.”
Crosshair frowned while watching the two of you chitchatting and hearing Hunter’s nasal rumbling, right next to his face. He was eager to go to your house and had neither the patience nor the energy to waste one more minute there. So, Cross handed Hunter over to Tech, forcing him to hastily set aside his datapad in order to grab the drunken clone.
“G'night,” Crosshair quickly said his goodbyes with an exasperated sigh.
With a firm grip on your shoulders, he spun you around before hooking his arm around your neck and began steering you away from the spot, towards your home. A soft smile crept onto his lips as he thought, “our home.” You waved at Tech, shooting him a sympathetic look for having to deal with Crosshair's lack of manners. But deep down, it aroused you, the fact that he yearned to be with you that much.
Tech waved goodbye to you and then went inside the house with Hunter.
*********
The streets were deserted by now, not a soul in sight. The whole island was pitch black, illuminated only by the stars and the moon. You found comfort in Crosshair's embrace, walking so close to him that you had to wrap your arms around his back to keep up, relishing his warmth and catching a whiff of his scent. The only sounds were the echoes of your footsteps against the walls and the rustling of leaves, accompanied by the chirp of some stray bird. Then, Crosshair held his toothpick and threw it away.
“Any ideas on where we're gonna sleep tonight?” His raspy voice snapped you out of your trance.
“Changed your mind about coming over, or you just curious about where to crash when we get there?” You looked up at him from under his arm.
“If I must make it crystal clear, the solution lies within the four walls of your own bedroom.”
He smiled slyly at you, anticipating your response. You laughed softly and felt a warmth rise to your cheeks.
“If you already know the answer, why bother asking?” Your voice was low and alluring as you whispered.
“Perhaps I just wanted to hear those words coming out of your pretty mouth,” he admitted.
Cross enjoyed listening to the sound of your voice and wanted to engage in a conversation with you all the way to the house. Moreover, his tipsy state caused him to be quite playful.
“If you're not interested, just say so. No need to play hard to get.” He maintained his flirtatious tone, but there was a subtle unease in his voice, as if he was concerned about the possibility of you rejecting his advances.
You withdrew from his embrace to stop walking, and looked directly at him with a serious and furrowed expression. Raising the sleeve of your shirt and pointing to your shoulder with your left index finger. Crosshair noticed one of your tattoos, which read the same sentence you had just spoken: "My word. My bond.”
“This ain't no small talk, Cross. Being a nomad taught me that the only thing truly worth having is our word. It's something no one can take from us. And we don't make promises we can't keep,” you started off explaining with an intense and sincere tone, but ended it with a teasing manner.
His facial expression eased into a smirk. “Well, that's all I need to hear,” he raised his hand – his palm facing outward – as if to signal that he was ready to follow. “Lead the way,” he said, with a confident smile.
You chuckled and grabbed his hand, leading him in a drunken jog as you both stumbled and bumped into each other. Fortunately, there was no one around to see your embarrassing display. Crosshair let out a laugh in response.
“Easy there, you don't want me to fall all over you too quickly now, do you?” Crosshair gasped in a playful tone.
You quickly glanced at him and giggled as your home came into view. It was just a short distance away. Once the two of you arrived, you opened the door. Your house, like the others on Pabu, had a rounded shape and was built from natural materials found on the island. The walls were made of rammed earth and the window frames, door, and furniture were all crafted from wood. Despite its small size, the house had everything you needed, including a living room with a tiny open kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, and a second room.
As soon as you closed the door behind Crosshair, you felt your breath become heavy and your pussy throbbing with anticipation. Without a moment to waste, you threw yourself at him, pressing his back against the door. You went straight to kissing fervently and attempted to remove his shirt.
He was taken by surprise by the unexpected movement, but he quickly responded to keep up. Your lips were soft, and the kissing felt sweet. Cross wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him. Your tongues intertwined in your mouths, engaged in a playful struggle for dominance. Only taking a quick break when he helped you remove his shirt. His hands caressed your back, and he kissed you again as his heart beat furiously. Only letting out a quiet laugh, because of the total loss for words, not only from the enthusiasm of the moment but by the suddenness of everything happening.
You were kissing passionately and both gasped for air when, eventually, you tugged him a few steps towards your bedroom before stumbling against the wall, causing him to groan. You stroked the bare skin of his torso and head. His scars on the right temple did not deter you. As you explored his body, you discovered a new tattoo, in addition to his 'crosshair' inked on his right eye. There was a skull with the number '99' written in aurebesh underneath it, on his right shoulder – from the time when he was proud of being a Bad Batcher. You brushed your thumb over the tattoo, and then gave it a tight squeeze.
In the past year, he has been experiencing a persistent sense of emptiness, however, your presence has ignited a fire within him that he has never felt before, filling him with an intense desire that crackles deep in his chest. With you, he felt truly alive and it only made him want to kiss you even more, aching to feel more connected to you. It was extremely challenging for him to regain control and articulate his thoughts, but he couldn’t delay any further.
“Let's go to your bed,” he spoke hoarsely in between kisses, “seems like these walls are getting in the way, don't you think?”
As you pulled him again on the way to your bed, the two of you were tripping all over the place. The limited space was not conducive to being drunk and you ended up stumbling against your bedroom’s door frame. You giggled and took the opportunity to admire his slender body, you couldn't resist running your fingers over his grey chest hairs, sensing his shallow breathing over your head.
Crosshair grabbed your chin and rubbed his thumb over the smudged lipstick on your lips. Following that, he smiled mischievously and arched his back, giving you multiple intense kisses. He even dared to gently bite your lip once that you replied with a gasp. You've stirred something in him that he hadn't even considered. A hunger to consume every inch of a woman – of you, specifically.
As your hands roamed over his upper body, you could feel the rough texture of the healed wounds beneath your fingertips. He was a soldier after all, and your recognition of that fact brought your arousal to the next level. You could feel the definition of each muscle as your fingers explored his toned physique. Tough guys who may appear unapproachable or intimidating to others due to their stern and reserved demeanor, with a strong sense of self-discipline like him or Hunter, made your pussy wet in a matter of seconds.
After a long moan, you broke the kiss to get rid of your shirt. Severing the thin strand of saliva that bridged the gap between your lips.
“No bra?” he asked himself while gazing directly at your perfectly rounded boobs, and you were captivated by the gleam in his eyes. He stroked your skin from your waist to your chest, tenderly holding each tit and gently caressing the hard nipples with his thumbs. Your body was well trained and enhanced, but that particular area felt both firm and soft to the touch. He already knew that you had tattoos since you showed him the one with your motto, a few moments ago, on the street. There were more than expected, though. A large snake, coiled up on itself, its design covered your chest, right side, shoulder, and part of your back. Right in the center of your breasts, you had a heart drawn with circuits. In addition to numbers and phrases in different areas.
“She's truly striking,” he pondered. “Your body is quite a canvas,” he said to you with a husky tone.
“Don't you like 'em?”, you teased, raising an eyebrow briefly.
You rose up on tiptoes to lick his lips, and even a bit of his tongue, as he got the impression that you were going to kiss him again. Both of you locked eyes for a second and smiled slyly. You sensually ran your hands all over your body to entice him, giving your boobs a teasing squeeze. Cross could feel his crotch becoming increasingly tense under his pants, what you did was unexpectedly hot.
“Heh-heh. On the contrary, it suits you quite well,” he remarked with a playful smirk.
He traced the path of the snake on your skin with one hand, and once he finished, he dug his fingers into one of your tits.
“What other ink have you got on your amazing body?” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.
“You'll have to find out, choom.”
“Looks like I have some investigating to do,” he let out an impish giggle.
A mischievous grin spread across your face as you embraced Crosshair and pulled him to enter your bedroom. Feeling the heat of your bodies pressing against each other and he certainly noticed your breasts against his bare chest. When he looked down at your cybernetic eyes, it was hard to believe that he was sharing a moment like that with you. Someone who didn’t know a few hours before but felt like you were made for him. Cross put his arms around your neck to pull your face even closer to explore your mouth with his tongue once more.
When you two reached the bed, your fingers quickly went to work, unbuttoning Cross’ pants. He took over to do it, so you went for yours. Both of you dropped your own pants, almost at the same time, kicking them out of the way. Crosshair couldn’t stop smirking. You knew what you wanted and he wasn’t complaining. He kicked his shoes and socks off somewhere and stood there, watching how you removed the rest of your clothes until getting completely naked. His heart was racing and his erection was full under his black underpants. He took a long, slow look at your bare skin, from top to bottom, admiring how hot you were.
“Where shall I begin my search?” his raspy voice sent shivers down your spine.
You landed on the bed in front of him, facing up, with your hips on the edge of the mattress so your feet hit the ground. And then, you parted your knees with a big smile on your face, fully flushed. A clear indication that both the moment and the alcohol were having an effect.
“You could start around here,” you caressed your sensitive spot.
Crosshair took a moment to admire your body from that angle. “Wow.”
“Heh, you're quite the provocateur, aren't you?” he raised his eyebrows and grinned.
Your hands didn’t stop caressing your own body. From your inner parts to your boobs.
“Are you coming or not?” you said seductively.
“Yes ma'am.”
It was amazing how everything came naturally to him at that moment. He crawled to you, kneeling between your legs. As soon as Crosshair touched your inner thighs, you let out a soft moan, which made his cock twitch. The way he glanced at you from below your body… It was delicious! And you craved for him to touch your pussy instantly.
Despite feeling a little lightheaded when he descended, he managed to recover quickly. That was worth too much, he couldn't miss the opportunity.
“You know just how to push my buttons,” he looked at your clit and then directly to your eyes.
He started caressing your legs from your calves, climbing his hands slowly. The calloused palms felt a little rough to the touch, but his grip was firm yet gentle. He had long fingers and you giggled imagining how they’d feel inside you, biting your lips while expressing a moan through your nose. After that, Crosshair added some pecks on your thighs. You stretched out your back and lifted your arms above your head, fingers gliding across the soft bed sheets. Taking a deep breath, you let yourself surrender to the moment. The space between your knees widened to give him better access.
Cross glanced at your center for a second, taking the hint of what you wanted. With each gentle kiss, his lips were getting closer to your most sensitive spot. He felt like he was in his element, with a sense of dominance and control over you noticing how your legs were trembling under his touch. The moment was meant to be savored, without any rush. His hands went up and down your thighs and his thumbs massaged your skin in a circular motion. So close to your pussy that he could sense the warmth.
“I’m getting so turned on,” you bit your index finger, letting out a moan through your nose.
His eyes grew wide at the sound of that, “good…” he reflected. Crosshair’s heart was beating at an insane speed. His kisses became hungrier and nipped your flesh over another tattoo that surrounded your left thigh. He shoved your legs to expose you even more to him. When his hands were stroking the top area of your thighs, you started to roll your hips for an invitation.
It was obvious to him what you were asking. He took a deep breath to control himself right before placing his long fingers on your center. That made you shudder and gasp when his skin touched your clit, caressing it in every direction as you moved your hips to make more pressure on his hand. Crosshair’s dick was about to burst out of his underwear, feeling the rush of blood heading there. It was almost painful, but in a good way.
At that moment, Cross’ breath hitched as he could hear the squelches from your pussy. The lustful grin on his face appeared when he noticed how moist you were down there. All his attention was on you, on every movement and noise you were making. His rigorous training and exceptional body control proved to be incredibly valuable in this situation. He was a quick learner, adjusting his strokes to the rhythm and direction of his fingers as you guided him, rubbing every part of your intimate zone. Perfection was the only option for him, driven by his own pride.
“You're getting the hang of it, Cross,” you gasped.
The more aroused you got, the more your body bent. You were thoroughly enjoying it and felt the urge to embrace him with your legs to pull his mouth closer to your wet pussy. You were panting from anticipation. Your words encouraged Crosshair and he grew a big smug smile on his face. His thumb went up and down from your entrance towards your clit, to continue with circular movements on it, using your own lubrication. Your breathing was getting heavier and your heartbeat faster. He brought his face nearer your private area and he filled his lungs with air, tasting all your scents.
“Damn, you smell good enough to eat,” his voice was deep and almost animalistic.
“And why don't you give it a try?” you growled in excitement while wetting your lips.
Only for an instance, he forgot how to breathe. “This is my chance,” he thought as his fingers continued to go around and he nodded. Despite his lack of experience, he had watched some adult holos in the past during his military service for the Republic, relieving himself from his tension when he got some alone time, which now gave him some kind of guidance in this intimate moment. Crosshair extended his arm over your belly, his face diving onto your sensitive spot. He inhaled deeply, savoring your sweetness and feeling your warmth. As he explored further, he opened his mouth and grazed his lips along your surface, eliciting a loud moan from both of you.
Crosshair's expectations were exceeded by a thousandfold, as he was hit by a wave of pleasure that surged through his entire being. It was an experience that surpassed his imagination. That feeling was too much and his cock was craving some action, so he lowered his hand to stimulate himself with one hand over the underpants, at the same time as he was lapping your clit and pussy, playing with your juices.
“Hmm you’re delicious,” a guttural growl escaped his throat that sent shivers down your spine.
“Shit… Cross!” you managed to sputter with your breath hitching.
You locked eyes with him as he peered at you from between your thighs. His gaze was sinful, full of lust and hunger, delving his tongue in your entrance, producing a sweet tingle in your clit. He was doing it with such devotion that it made your nipples very hard and gave you goosebumps, the room was filled with slick noises and your own moans. You passionately brushed his head, caressing even his scar, you liked everything about him. That action caused Crosshair to grow a big haughty smile on his face without bothering to hide it, actually, he was hoping you would see it.
“His killin' it, but I want to suck his dick so bad,” you thought.
After a few seconds of being drowned in pleasure with your pussy inside his mouth, being grazed by his stubble – in a more than delightful way – you pushed down on the mattress with your hands to sit up. Then, you cupped his face to pull him away from you and to guide him to stand up. Juices smeared his face, but Crosshair didn't give a damn as he licked his lips. You rose to your feet and pulled him close, kissing him deeply and tasting yourself in his lips and tongue.
For him, every kiss that you both shared felt more amazing than the last. Crosshair couldn’t explain it, but each time your mouths were pressed together, he sensed a complete connection between your bodies. He kissed you back with the same ferocity, closing his eyes. Afterwards, when you stopped, he looked at you, all sweaty and breathing heavily, still shaking from the whole experience. With a mischievous grin, you trailed your hands down his chest and stomach until you reached his crotch.
You began to rub your hand over the length of his underwear, feeling his dick respond to your touch. It was long and hard as a rock, wider than you expected from his body type. After a few moments of teasing him, you grabbed his underpants by the waist, and firmly pulled them down to his ankles, at the same time that you knelt. Just as you removed his final piece of clothing, he kicked it aside and his dick was just right in front of your face. Crosshair felt the blood flowing to his face as it heated up, feeling a bit of vulnerability by being so exposed, but that only made his cock pounding in anticipation.
“Nice cock, I wonder how does it feel in my mouth,” your words were laced with seduction.
Crosshair couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle, trying to maintain his cool facade even though his eagerness was starting to show. In a momentary lapse, he reached into his non-existing pocket to pull out a toothpick, a habitual gesture of his. However, his cheeks turned a shade redder when he suddenly realized he was completely naked and had to improvise, quickly reaching up and gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, attempting to recover from his awkward blunder.
Gazing into his eyes, you nibbled your lower lip with a confident grin whilst raising your eyebrows. Without uttering a word, you firmly grasped the base of his dick and you put it in your mouth, maintaining unbroken eye contact. Crosshair's heart skipped a beat at that exact moment, as your warmth enveloped his erection and the moist sensation of your saliva surpassed his expectations. His eyes widened, and he tilted his head back, completely surrendering to your command, moaning with a raspy voice. Crosshair attempted to speak, but only incoherent sounds escaped his lips.
His raw groans kept your lust in a high state. You placed one hand on his slim and well-defined thighs, digging your fingers in them whilst your other hand accompanied your mouth thrusts. The bliss he was feeling made his muscles tense and quake.
“Hmm. Fuck,” he huffed.
You could taste the precum on your tongue that emanated from his cock as it jerked in response to the delightful sensations. A satisfied hum escaped your lips, along with a pleasurable moan. The wet noises coming from the stimulation of your mouth were driving Crosshair crazy and he grabbed you by the hair to fuck your mouth, holding back a little to avoid hurting you. But you were enjoying it all, swirling your tongue around it and suctioning it.
When he released you, his dick pulled out and your mouth was drooling. You both were making eye contact almost all the time, smirking. You stroke the tip of his cock with a hand for a moment, right before to suck it whole again. Cross gaze was fixed on your swollen lips and the pleasure they were giving to him. It made him grow tired of adult holos, considering that now there was a far superior alternative available, at stratospheric levels.
A sudden new wave of satisfaction took over him, thanks to your movements, back and forward. His breathing and heartbeat were uncontrollable. His body was shaking because of the extremely intense feelings, but in the best way possible. It was impossible for Crosshair to hold back how much he was enjoying everything that was happening in that moment. You were also having a good time, with the head of his dick between your lips, swirling your tongue. Then, you grabbed Cross’ firm ass and pushed it towards you so his cock filled your mouth till its bottom.
“Fuck. You sure know how to do this,” a guttural growl escaped his chest as he felt all the length of his erection engulfed in wet heat.
Crosshair gently intertwined his slender fingers through your hair, while you were still holding your position for a few more seconds and caressing his balls. Your tongue was playing from inside, swallowing the mix of your saliva with his precum. He had a silly smile on his face, feeling completely disconnected from the outside world.
Once you pulled it out with a “pop” sound, your lipstick had become a messy blur at this point, remaining only reddened lips from the rubbing of the blow job. Following all the hard work, you had to catch your breath in the aftermath from the rigorous activity. Lastly, you gave a gentle peck on the sensitive part of his dick before standing up. As soon as you both were standing, one in front of the other, you cupped his cheeks and pressed your body against his. Crosshair’s erection sank in your stomach and you both melted into a kiss again, it was really heated down there.
His body trembled uncontrollably as his breath tried to gradually return to a steady rhythm. The intensity of his stare showed how much he was loving it. You caressed the side of his jawline, rising to kiss his neck, flicking your tongue and finishing licking all the way up to his ear.
“I want you inside,” you whispered and giggled because of the alcohol running through your veins.
Upon hearing those words, Crosshair’s entire body tensed up. His breathing quickened once more, and his legs felt weak, barely able to support him. The sensation of filling your mouth was superb, but imagining his hard dick in your tight entrance was on a whole different level. All he could do was to nod in reply.
“Oh. I do want it too…,” he yearned in his mind.
You both collapsed onto the bed, a burst of laughter escaping your lips as he tumbled on top of you. Crosshair took a moment to catch his breath, his gaze fixed on you, savoring the sensation of holding you close.
After a moment, Crosshair gradually regained his composure and became aware of his actions. He felt his calloused hand brushing against your side and the realization hit him. “I'm on top of her. This is really happening,” he pondered. That moment was just perfect.
You embraced him, your arms encircling Crosshair’s neck, and began gently stroking his back, occasionally trailing your fingers down to his buttocks and along the sides of his long thighs, tightening your grip on his tan skin. Every touch from you made his body react instinctively, and he found himself involuntarily groaning with pleasure. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cross leaned in to shower you with kisses, exploring every inch of your body, gradually descending to your breasts to play with them with his mouth. He succumbed to the urge to caress every part of you, his legs shaking with desire. Until you snapped him out of his trance.
“We're burning daylight, hotshot. C’mon and fuck me,” you groaned and bit your lips.
One of your hands moved down his body until it reached his erection, a bit sticky from the blow job yet. His breath was heavy, but still manageable. He grinned at you and kissed you, tasting the flavors from your own private areas in the other’s tongue.
“If you insist,” he hissed with a sly smirk on his face, responding in a teasing and flirtatious tone.
At that moment, Cross's hands and knees found a more comfortable position to get ready while you pointed his robust dick at your pussy. When he noticed the heat from your – pretty wet – entrance touching his tip, a wave of anticipation washed over him, igniting a tingling sensation down his spine. And then, he started smoothly sinking into you. It was the first time you witnessed such an intense blush on his face. The man who had been presented as stern and unyielding was now revealing a side of himself that was both expressive and passionate, a side he had likely never shown anyone before, until now.
He was sweating and his heart was pounding. Cross glanced below, observing how his hips were descending slowly until meeting yours. Your breaths became heavier as both of you moaned and growled. Once all his length disappeared into your body, you and Crosshair locked eyes and kissed, digging your fingers into his back. He pulled his hips harder to make more pressure, he wanted to be entirely connected to you. All his body was vibrating from ecstasy.
The way you made him feel was… incredible.
“You're not gonna regret this, are you?” he whispered in your ear with his voice still shaking a little from his emotions. Putting one hand on your hip.
“Too late for that, choom,” you giggled at his question, though it brought a nice sense of being appreciated.
“Good point,” Crosshair couldn’t help but chuckle at your words.
That's when he started to move, setting the pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist, shifting your hips as well, to do it simultaneously with Cross’ shoving. His cock felt insanely hot inside your tight walls, aching pleasantly. At first, it was a bit fumbled but then, he quickly adjusted to a perfect rhythm. Your pussy was so moist that you both could hear the wet noises. You released a low, resonant groan through your nostrils.
“Shit, I needed this. Don’t stop, Cross,” you implored.
“I wasn't planning to,” his voice carried dominance, revealing a smile of pleasure with a hint of cockiness.
Crosshair leaned in to squeeze your breasts and sucking the nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue. You arched your back to offer your body even more to him, he fixed his gaze on the tattoos on your upper body, thinking how sexy you were. Cross skillfully trailed his lips along your collarbone, slowly making his way up to your neck and ear, before finally concluding his journey with an electric kiss upon your lips. He growled as he opened his mouth to swirl his tongue around yours. His big hand cupped your face and traced a path up to grasp a handful of your hair. Meanwhile, your fingers roamed his shoulders, nape, and back, even giving him a teasing scratch as both of your arousal levels escalated. But Crosshair didn't seem to mind; in fact, he seemed to relish in the roughness.
He was completely lost in the moment, forgetting everything about his captivity in Mount Tantiss, the Order 66, his rift with his own squad… everything. At that instance, there was only you and him. As his thrusts were getting faster and hungrier, you both gasped and moaned with your bodies rubbing against each other. Sweat coated the skin on the two of you from both the physical exertion and the effects of the drinks at the cantina.
His dick twitched inside your pussy when Crosshair began to sense a tingling in his belly. You noticed that he changed his breathing and how his arms tensed up, so you increased your strokes and your moans grew more frequent and louder. You found yourself becoming equally excited as his enthusiasm rubbed off on you, sending a stream of more lubrication – that Crosshair definitely felt – making you say a mixture of curse words. He reacted instantly, emitting a deep and throaty groan.
Every nerve in his body was throbbing, his heart beating so fast it was almost painful. The quick and short breaths accompanied a strong sensation of tension and burning heat that was building up inside his body, growing gradually. This was a moment he would never forget, a moment that would stay with him forever. You held his face to kiss him hard, squeezing your pussy around his cock. Crosshair was panting from the adrenaline.
“Come for me,” you hummed and whispered with a seductive tone.
Crosshair was so close that he found himself speechless, unable to articulate a coherent reply. His pelvis moved roughly, snapping your hips as your breasts were bouncing in sync with his powerful thrusts. He couldn't think, he was solely focused on to keep going. His body started to tremble more than ever, his heart pounding louder and harder. You played with your tits while licking your lips with lusty eyes so he could watch you.
This was the moment.
No going back.
“I’m– I’m coming… Where should I…?” he rasped with a tremendous effort.
“The choice is yours, handsome,” you said in a hurry.
As if surrendering to him, you extended your arms over your head on the bed. It was safe if he came inside you, but you intentionally granted him the opportunity to do it anywhere he pleased. But Cross wasn’t sure what to do and, even though he craved to be released inside your pussy, he went for the safest option.
“I– I’m… I’m going to…!”
When he was at his limit, he quickly pulled his dick out to finish himself off and you freed him from the embrace of your legs, opening your knees to give him better access. His dick was still warm and slick under his grip by being fully covered in your juices. You put the tip of your index finger in your mouth, biting and sucking on it. Like waiting for all the cum to come out.
The time just stopped when he reached its climax and his cock started jerking, sending streams of his cum all over your stomach, reaching the corner of your mouth in one of the blasts. It was the most explosive orgasm he had ever had. The only sounds that emerged from him were low, guttural growls, accompanied by the sensation of electricity pulsating through his entire being, until he emptied himself. You enjoyed that he bathed you on his white slick, scooping the splash on your face up with one finger, to finally clean it with your mouth, humming.
When Crosshair watched you doing that, he wanted to start a second round right away, but he just collapsed on top of you. There was no way he could move, every fiber in his body was still shaking uncontrollably. “That was… incredible,” he said to himself while everything started to slow down, his heartbeat and his breathing. You were caressing his back, catching your breath as well.
Even if you didn't achieve climax, you still found pleasure in every step and you were thrilled with the outcome. The stickiness of your bodies pressed together mingled with the sheen of sweat and his cum, as your bodies clung to each other. Both of you were utterly drained, the effects of the alcohol and the exhilaration were starting to show your tiredness.
“Well. That was fun,” a weary giggle bubbled up from within him.
“Hell yeah. You're a natural, Cross. Hard to believe this is your first rodeo,” you chuckled with your eyes closed, feeling fantastic.
“What can I say? I'm a cut above the rest. Just imagine how exceptional I can be next time,” a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he taunted.
“Next time? Hmm? Who said this is anything more than a one-time thing?” you opened your eyes to look at him, only tilting your head. Your tone dripped with teasing mischief as a mischievous smirk played on your lips.
“Just think of the possibilities. A man like me and a woman like you. Heh, don’t pretend you don’t want more of this,” he hissed with a sly smile and a challenging look.
“I'll give it some thought. In the meantime,…” you yawned, “let's keep this between us, huh?” your voice began to grow softer and more subdued.
The heaviness of your eyelids grew more burdensome, making it harder to keep them open. The hand that was stroking his back gradually dropped, weighed down by its own inertia as your breathing deepened, becoming slow and steady.
“Sure thing, sunshine,” he said in a whisper. “You really are something… and I do want more of this. You’d better prepare yourself,” he thought.
His mind wandered into a blissful reverie, replaying the captivating encounter and savoring every vibrant detail with an enchanting intensity. A myriad of emotions danced across his features: pride, relief, satisfaction, and an array of others. But in the end, they all melted away, yielding to a radiant, genuine smile. It illuminated his features, a rare sight that graced his countenance only on extremely special occasions. This smile was unreserved, beaming with authenticity and warmth, capturing the essence of his true joy.
Crosshair observed as you succumbed to sleepiness under him. He tenderly pressed his lips against your forehead, his fingers tracing the soft curves of your cheek with care. Summoning his last reserves of strength, he managed to roll over to your side. The intoxicating effects of the drinks soon took hold, lulling him into a deep slumber. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, surpassing his wildest expectations. As he closed his eyes, a profound sense of gratitude washed over him, knowing that he was fortunate enough that you welcomed him into your home. As he began to dream, a sly smile formed at the memory of his last thought.
“Thanks, Hunter.”
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Ikemen Vampire - MC/Unspecified Suitor
(yes, I wrote this with no specific character in mind, although this specific situation is more likely to happen to some of them than to others)
A small fic in which MC has an illness that can't be treated in the 19th century and has to return to her time.
Angst with a happy ending (I think light angst, but I'm bad at gauging it)
I usually am too sensitive for angst so I don't even know where this angsty plot bunny came from, instead of the usual fluffy and/or smuty ones. Writing neutral characters is hard but I really had no particular suitor in mind for this. I might write some versions for specific guys that I think are more likely to be on this situation later though.
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That love could be painful, she had known, but she wasn’t prepared to be that hurt by it.
When she was told not to fall in love with anyone, it sounded like an easy task. From the moment she noticed she wasn’t on her own time anymore, she had been ready to go home.
But she fell in love, anyway, and now she was paying for it. Because her love just wasn’t to last, not when she and her lover were separated for more than a century.
Now she didn’t want to go home anymore, but she had to if she wanted to live, because she had an illness that couldn’t be properly treated in the 19th century. Her medicine had been enough for the time she was forced to stay while the door that connected both times was locked, but she needed more, and her doctor appointments.
She had sought alternatives, of course. Love was something you fought for until running out of possibilities. But her only conclusion was that, for her to stay in the current century, she would have to become a vampire too.
Maybe being a vampire had its downsides, and turning her had its risks, but was it truly worse than her current state where she was practically living off of drugs and frequent trips to the doctor?
But her lover had been against the idea from the start, which was the source of her current dilemma.
Could she do it, knowing that it would ultimately separate them? If, after the change, she could still return to her time, the answer would have been yes without hesitation. But crossing the door was dangerous for vampires. She would be trading one risk for another.
Having to live closer to him, knowing they would never be together, would hurt way more than the separation.
Would Comte lend her another place to live until she could survive on her own, now that her staying in this time wasn’t his responsibility anymore? Probably. But was it right of her to ask, after everything he’d done for her already and she would never be able to repay?
And there was the problem: she wouldn’t be living a normal human life. Not because she would be a vampire, but because that would make her live for way longer. Way too long to live with a broken heart and the memories of a fleeting love.
Of course, a broken heart wouldn’t kill her. She didn’t need love to live a fulfilling life. But for how long? Would she be able to see the rest of the world grow and change before her, with no one by her side who understood and would support her?
But the only people who could support her lived in the only place she couldn’t stay in. She would suffer, no matter what she chose. Living that long was a burden, anyway. She saw it in how Leonardo and Comte, who would live longer than even the other vampires, tried to cope with the time given to them - Comte better than Leonardo - and she became afraid to try.
Maybe because she was already hurting. If she had more time to make a decision when her mind and heart weren’t so torn, would she make a different choice? Was she being influenced by her turbulent emotions right now?
There was no time, though. The door would open in a few hours and the fact that her decision might have been made hastily and she might regret it later only weighed her more.
But was there a decision that she wouldn’t regret sooner or later? Her fate was a cruel one, no matter how she looked at it. As much as she could live with whatever decision, it would hurt either way.
They’d had a slight argument, not exactly a fight, over turning her or not and hadn’t seen each other again until it was time for her to leave, and he was waiting before the door.
Had he changed his mind? Or did he really want to go through all the trouble to say goodbye? She had been hoping he wouldn’t come, that he wouldn’t make her much needed decision harder and more painful, but she was also glad he was there. She had enough time and presence of mind in the last couple of hours to make another decision. Maybe as hasty and pointless, but one that made her feel a little better.
Although a bitter part of her still thought of it as a punishment to him for his decision, if he ever wanted to see her again at all, but it was more hope than they had before.
She tried not to cry through saying goodbye, but her efforts were futile. Their last kiss tasted salty because of the tears, bodies trembling in each other’s hold.
Before she left, she held his hand, a small piece of paper being passed from her hold to his.
When he questioned its existence, she said: “It’s a promise for a date. Can you give me at least this last encounter? I know it is a lot of time, and you’ll probably have moved on, but give me at last a sign that you’ll be safe and happy and I’ll be able to move on properly, myself.”
She held no hope that her plan held any promise of them having a future together. Her time was so far away from his and he would take the long road there. In fact, she held little hope that he would even remember that date, or agree to it at all. But he gave her a sad smile and kissed the back of her hand.
“There is no way I will ever forget you. I’ll meet you whenever and wherever you want.”
Now she was openly crying when he cradled her face in his other hand and kissed her.
Salty kisses and bittersweet promises. How could these make the future sweet?
They approached the door hand in hand, both too reluctant to let go but, ultimately, they had to, and the door was closed and disappeared as soon as she stepped on the other side, trying to hold back more of her tears in public.
The next few days were hectic. She had disappeared from her time; the police had been alerted, and she had to deal with the consequences and couldn’t even tell anyone where she had been. She was afraid to know what had happened to her job or her house, or the things that were in her hotel that day.
In less than a day, she was already thinking that going back hadn’t been the best decision, after all. At least her money was with her. She would wait for the time she set for their date - about a week, because she had thought there would be some chaos from her disappearance, she just failed to foresee other consequences - and then had enough money to book a plane back to her country.
She had trouble sleeping, both excited and afraid for the time of their promise to come. Most of her dreams ended up with him not showing up, or actually showing up, with another woman instead. She had known these could happen, of course, and had told him she just wanted proof that he was well and happy. And maybe the best for him was to forget, rather than spend that much time missing her.
Despite her early angry thoughts, she didn’t wish her loved one such pain.
Maybe she was the one who shouldn’t show up. The request had been selfishly made for her own benefit, and maybe the last thing he needed was to see her again. But after his last words, how could she break a promise she asked from him?
Fear and hope fought for control when she prepared to meet him, he heart hurt like it was being ripped by these warring emotions and, for a while, she felt so sick she was really tempted to give up.
But she didn’t, and he was waiting in front of the café she gave the address of at the proper time. Alone. Looking healthy and very handsome in modern clothing.
All the fear was forgotten the moment their eyes met, and she felt tears burn the back of her eyes again, this time with a smile.
And he smiled back, crossing the distance between them in fast steps and pulling her into a hug.
And she cried again, hiding her face in his chest, enjoying the warmth. His hold on her was tight and words of love were sweetly whispered to her.
People were probably staring but, at least for a few moments, neither of them minded. Because they had each other, and no matter what the future would bring, both of them knew, holding the other, that they would never part again.
They were forced to part when someone actually decided to ask if she was okay, to which her lover said she was crying from the happiness of their long overdue reunion.
For her, it had been about a week, but there was no need to say that.
He insisted on treating her on their first date. They ordered whatever they thought the other would like, and she happily noticed how adapted he was to modern life. Their interactions were like they had never been apart at all.
And when it was time for them to leave, none of them wanted to go their separate ways, so they settled for going together to her hotel, where they could spend the entire night in each other’s arms.
Maybe she still had to return to her country soon, but they would enjoy their time together the most and would try to find a future they could share.
Bodies intertwined, they kissed for the second time in what felt like an eternity for both, words of love whispered to one another whenever they had to part.
These were followed by overdue apologizes for their fight, and from him for being inconsiderate of her feelings and not respecting her right to choose how to live her own life, then a promise they would properly choose the kind of future they wanted together.
He kissed her again and then she snuggled against his chest, making herself more comfortable. There was no place she felt happier or safer than in the arms of the man she loved. And now that they were on the same page, they could look ahead to a bright future together.
He kissed her forehead this time, and she let out a soft hum, tightening her hold on him. That night was the beginning of their happily ever after, and she couldn’t wait for what tomorrow would bring.
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Pick a crystal! (How your ex feels about you)
**note that these readings are general and not personal or as informative as private readings**
1. Jade 🐉
Jaded. No, really, they felt worn out in the relationship, and it was not fun anymore for them. Someone was influencing them- a woman- but not a romantic partner. This could be a sister, mom, cousin, grandma, best friend… whoever she is, she wanted them to break up with you. There is a twinge of regret within them, wondering if the influences of others were wrong. I sense that this person has the emotional intelligence and self awareness of a house plant. I almost feel bad for insulting plants. You may miss them like crazy and wonder if you should get back together, but it is not a good idea right now. No, ever.
2. Jasper 🦜
I feel a sense of boredom and disappointment. The disappointment and longing comes from lust. You had a great sex life, and now that it’s over, they miss it. If you get back together, it’s for the intimacy. Here’s the thing; you can’t be friends with benefits, because feelings will come back. You have history, and a lot of it. They might drunk text you or follow you on social media. They definitely miss you, especially at night. I think they’ve forgotten about the bad times you have had. If you want to make it work, you have to go to couples therapy, no excuses. Otherwise, it is time to move on.
3. Rhodochrosite 🪸
They feel that they have been let down by god. Yes, they are very dramatic and have a lot of feelings. Gloomy and pensive, I can see them staring out of a window and wistfully thinking about “the one that got away” (you). They know it can’t work, because they know you are both too different. It isn’t in the stars, but it breaks their heart. If this makes you want to talk to them, they will give you the cold shoulder. This relationship is not fated for you.
4. Chocolate moonstone: 🦥
You might need some chocolate, because you can’t seem to get over this person. You did not have a long relationship, but their impact was so strong, you had no choice but to give them your whole heart. They are indifferent, kind of a player, and their feelings don’t even reach the depth of yours. I know this is hard to hear, but they are not thinking about you. Not in the way you think about them. Something about their energy and their presence made you melt, but know that not every attraction is spiritual.
5. Lepidolite ☔️
Oof, you had a hard breakup. Like, a bad one. Screaming, yelling, hurtful, even abusive words that were said… maybe you meant them, maybe you didn’t. They meant them, though. I feel that they resent women, but it is deep down and they do not want to admit it. Your relationship was severely codependent and I do feel that things were toxic. Fighting all day, not getting along, being silent with each other… yet not being able to leave one another’s presence. Needing to text, call, and sleep with one another. It is both torment and a breath of fresh air to be apart from you for them. They will always hold love for you, but getting back together is out of the question. There is a lot of pain on both sides.
6. Mangano calcite 🐖
This is about wistfully thinking about the past, remembering the relationship in a much better light than it was. This person is obsessed with you and they want to get back together with you. You may have blocked them and told them you don’t want to be with them, but that won’t stop them from contacting you in dreams and trying to manipulate your energy. You do not want to be with them at all, in fact, they kind of scare you. All you can do is say no.
#witchcraft#magic#magick#witch#pagan#paganism#crystals#altar#wicca#metaphysical#witchblr#wiccan#witchy#green witch#crystal#nature#spells#pick a crystal#crystal healing#free psychic reading#free psychic#free readings#free tarot#pick a card
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Happy (incoming) New Year!
It might look like a rush, but in my timezone, New Year only will arrive in as much as several hours. Like I noticed before, in my culture New Year is THE 'winter holiday to celebrate everything good and give warm wishes', not Christmas x)
Not going to lie though, this year has been a literal Hell for me from almost the very start. It is even sort of... hard to recall just how MUCH I've lost this year. Hopes, plans, peace, dreams, any sort of stability in the future, money, losing connections to being more trouble than I was worth, losing people to cold ruthless clutches of death - family members included, friends vanishing without a notion, health depleting... Past some point I started to feel personally cursed, even with the background of the tragedy of society- humanity, in general. I was cynically wondering - 'And what crucial thing will I lose this month?' as time went by. It felt like a sadistic game by a fate itself, to stripe me from literally everything that makes me a human being that I am, so when my inevitable death comes - it can't even count as a person dying... Only an empty husk resembling former self, that no longer can hope or believe. I cursed the whole world and decided I'll be the last one standing when 2023 arrives, even when everything and everyone around me is gone.
But now?
I realize that it is only some hours away from 2023, and yet, I miraculously didn't lose everything. I still live in this house, I still have my mom and my job. And most importantly... I still have my true friends, and just people dear for me.
All pain I went through this year was worth it, if that meant getting to say - 'I have people that saw me through everything and still stayed with me'. The previous New Year celebration I concluded - 'If you are not friends with someone anymore, it doesn't meant you never were', and now the same moral plays differently. Because, truly, in this awful and chaotic world, you can lose anything, anyone, anytime - only keeping warm memories of it. But in the end, the past can only give you so much. However, memories of TRUE, genuine friends are different. The people you chose to keep around and trust to and allow to influence you end up shaping you. Even after they are gone from your life, what you were shaped into by their presence lingers with you even after, helping you to face new challenges, helping you to be a better friend for new friends, after all! This sort of happiness is unique, even if that life takes away from you too.
So, honestly, guys; if you find TRUE friends that love you unconditionally and stay with you through your worst moments and want to UNDERSTAND you despite your differences and are ready to pay the consequences of their love for you and not target to change or fix you... Fucking HOLD onto them. This sort of true friends you cannot attract with 'good behavior', cannot buy with money, cannot earn with drawing things for them and with always giving your support to them, cannot 'deserve' by being a 'good' person, cannot even win by changing yourself entirely to cater to their tastes. With all your struggle and what you THINK can win you loyalty and true love, genuine friends are always and ultimately the gift of fate - for weak or strong, for good or bad. You do not question why you was gifted it, but you must cherish it. And never, ever, EVER trade them for any of the arbitrary and temporary values this world has to offer. Because nourishing and transforming your soul by the bonds that are WORTH it is what will get you all further.
And as this year ends, I do not have regrets, because I have the bonds that are WORTH it, and on every step I've made a right choice regarding what people to value. I've gained experience, and I do not feel alone - instead I feel like I can truly choose friends wisely now, and am free to explore and develop my true self. Pain is how you grow, and pain is worth it when you have people that are willing to see you overcome it.
(Well... and also this year I created drawings I loved, saw the red moon for the first time and helped people a lot on several occasions - things I will value too.)
Happy new year, and I hope that you guys likewise can say that this year you are stronger than the last one, and that you've made choices you are proud of. Friends or just acquaintances, thank you for making this terrible year worth it in the end: @val-of-the-north @saintmicolash @ako-sirin @heraldofcrow @fantomette22 @scrawnytreedemon @kyrdjava @bimbomcgee @bombur-sexy-bitch @tangerinethecat and... also Arrol that Tumblr doesn't let me tag, Kris and Masha that do not have Tumblr and @cuddlefish-fish and now deactivated @fishbowlcarnage - who just disappeared one day, but are very good memories that were crucial for my fandom experience, and I pray that they are fine and are in better place after leaving the internets, not worse one.
#personal#positive#new year wishes#2023#there are some other good experiences like yaj or wizzy#and rhett!#and tealkraken#just not fully sure whether they think of me much. but they are cool!#this year i actually had a regret that i didnt get to draw something like gift cards for everyone#and trust me this is a HUGE progress from my trust issues and abandonment issues#actually willing to give people visible signs of affection is something that evaded me for years#i am just... glad to feel alive again
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missing gerri hours SO… do u have hcs you want to share 🤲
hi hello kat thank you for enabling me during these trying times <3 it’s been a while since i’ve last thrown some gerri hcs together so some of these might be familiar to some people hdksfjs. unsurprisingly this got long so... under the read more <3
she did choose to marry baird but if she truly had had a choice, she probably wouldn’t have married anyone at that point of her life. marrying baird meant influence and stability which in turn helped her career, and being an unmarried woman in the 80s in an environment like waystar wouldn’t have been a good look.
she doesn’t mind being a mother though it’s also another thing she wouldn’t probably have chosen for herself. she acknowledges that she could have been more present in her daughters’ lives during their childhood, but she also refuses to feel too bad about it. in her opinion she has always been there when it mattered.
she also didn’t mind baird and they became pretty comfortable with each other during their marriage. gerri got baird’s job after he died mostly because she already knew most of the secrets and because she was genuinely good at her job. but also because waystar desperately needed more women at the top. while she would have liked to have gotten the job solely due to her competence, she’s not gonna complain.
she genuinely has never wanted to be at the top. she much prefers orchestrating everything from the sidelines. that doesn’t mean she has never thought about what she’d do if she was the one in charge. that is why she doesn’t really like being the interim ceo – in paper she might be at the top, but in reality she’s just being logan’s puppet.
she has always kept her daughters away from waystar as much as possible. she knows why the waystar office walls are made from glass these days. she and baird have attended copious roy family events but their daughters have rarely made an appearance.
has a very delightful frenemies-sort of a relationship with caroline. in a way where she is invited to caroline’s wedding and they have one extremely fake conversation filled with pleasantries but after that they both roll their eyes.
she actually likes marcia.
has spent the past 30-ish years not really liking the roy kids. she hasn’t really let that affect the way she actually works with them: even if she thinks that kendall is pathetic and that roman is stupid, if she has to, she helps them.
obviously she doesn’t think that roman is that stupid anymore.
though if the situation was different she probably would think that shiv is the most competent one out of them.
if roman sends her another dick pic in his life she’ll probably have him murdered. no one will ever find his body <3
she’s bisexual because that makes me happy and i get to decide these things
her team-up with roman is probably the most daring thing she has done in years. she doesn’t exactly regret it but wishes she’d done some things differently.
mostly listens to older music but occasionally also some hit songs from the early 2000s her daughters used to listen to
unwinds by playing games on her phone. she’s unbeatable in candy crush <3 also started playing word games with roman and also beats him in that all the time.
the biggest workaholic you’ll ever see. probably spends more time at the offices than at home.
grudgingly takes blood pressure meds every morning. she doesn’t mind getting older and she doesn’t have many regrets, but she does find it annoying to see the ways her body is starting to age. what do you mean you don’t recover from jetlag in a day or that you don’t survive on 4 hours of sleep anymore? bullshit, thinks gerri.
and finally, if there was a competition about who’s the baddest and biggest milf out there, she’d win it every single time <3
i’ve now decided that there is such a competition. gerri kellman, winner of waystar’s milf of the year award since 2004.
#i love u for giving me this opportunity to talk about gerri. my favorite thing to do <3333333#gerri kellman#answered
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Tagged by the fabulous @cauldronofmorning for eight shows to get to know me! Thanks so much for the tag!
1) Twin Peaks. Agreeing with Char on this one. One of my friends calls it “Pacific Northwest Gothic” and I couldn’t agree more, especially as a girl named Laura from the PNW. Thankfully my life is far more blessed than Laura Palmer’s. It’s really one of the most influential shows of all time. All of the procedurals or dramedies that came after, especially ones with weird avant-garde feels to them, might not exist without Twin Peaks. One such show that has Twin Peaks all overs its DNA is:
2) Yellowjackets. It’s a young show that I’ve only recently become obsessed with, but it’s like somebody put all my favorite narrative choices in a blender in a way that doesn’t feel pandering.
3) Succession. It’s pretty enthralling, innit? The comedy-drama line is a very tricky tightrope, and damn if Jesse and co. don’t knock it out of the park every time. We really get under the skin of these terrible, terrible people, and you find yourself empathizing at least once with every major character.
4) Columbo. As for shows that might have influenced Twin Peaks, I wonder if Columbo was one. They have surprisingly similar vibes, at least sometimes. Columbo himself is a more slovenly, seemingly absent-minded precursor to Dale Cooper. They’re both unconventional weirdos with hearts of gold who present the opposite to the standard cynical TV sleuth -- not to mention they wear the same raincoat, only Coop’s is crisp and clean next to Columbo’s...less crisp and clean coat. There’s also that kind of groovy, mellow ‘70s vibe that can get very unsettling very quickly. I never get tired of watching Columbo.
5) Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul. I’m grouping them together in one because BCS wouldn’t exist without BrBa, and they both do scratch many of the same itches for me. Magnetic casts and writing that transcend the genre -- again, and this might seem like a stretch, I see the DNA footprints Twin Peaks left behind in that the tropes get flipped upside down. Sometimes you’ll start the show on a little boy capturing a tarantula or a closeup of ants devouring a dropped ice cream cone. Pure Lynch.
6) The Simpsons, I’d say about the first eight seasons. It first aired when I was close to two years old, so I don’t remember a time in my life without it. My dad was at first a little nervous about letting me and my sister watch because of how intense Itchy and Scratchy was, but darn it, he wanted to watch it and he rightly knew we would have been little nightmares to deal with if he didn’t include us. It shaped my sense of humor, while also ruining a lot of good kids fare at the time. If you’re raised on The Simpsons, Sesame Street probably won’t do it for you. I do kind of regret that, I think The Simpsons probably made me a bit of an insufferable kid. I still don’t know who I’d be without it in those formative years, though! Too bad it’s now the bloated corpse of what it once was, and I stopped watching years and years ago. It was a sad day when I realized there are now far more bad seasons than good.
7) Mystery Science Theater 3000. Another one that shaped my humor early in life, although not as consistently as The Simpsons. I actually don’t remember seeing it at all apart from my early years until my teens, when the Sci-Fi channel started airing them. I’ll always be a Crow girl, I am not original in that regard.
8) It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I hate a lot of their choices especially in the early seasons, and I won’t defend those choices. But I do see growth in how they choose to satirize the world without falling into the trap of appearing to endorse it. (Most of the time). It’s the funniest cast on Earth with the funniest writing on Earth. Little green ghouls, man.
Tagging: @georgeromerosanalcavity, @thewildwestpyro, @kimberly-wexler, @bluestockingbaby, @tinylilvalery
#sad that 30 rock and bob's burgers and adventure time didn't make the cut but it's a tough life#cauldronofmorning#twin peaks#yellowjackets#succession#columbo#breaking bad#better call saul#the simpsons#mystery science theater 3000#It's always sunny in philadelphia#brba#bcs#mst3k#iasip
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did their childhood have a negative or positive impact on them?
| Character development questions | Accepting
Zed's childhood is a rather sore topic for him. Something he doesn't really - if ever speak of. He didn't really know his father and grew up primarily with his mother until he started working for the Kinkou. He wouldn't consider it a bad childhood, not this early stuff at least. Hell - he absolutely adored his mother he knew that she tried her best even while being a single parent. Never did he mind being poor because of it. He only hated how people treated him for being poor. He absolutely does resent his father for leaving though, never quite understanding why he did. Being a "parent" himself (even if not biological he does see Kayn as his son), he could never imagine leaving, especially when the child is young and needs a good influence.
Part of him wonders that perhaps if his father had stuck around his life wouldnt be how it is now. If he wouldn't have started working for the Kinkou and eventually joined them. But that's something that, even if it did ultimately have a negative impact on him, he wouldn't want to change. If it hadn't been for this he wouldn't be able to protect Ionia now and wouldn't be as strong as he is now.
With that said, i do think it did a toll on his mental health though. From the horrors he saw due to the Golden Demon to the brutality of the Noxus invasion. Those things did leave permanent scars on his mentality. Espscially Jhin. He had never known a man to be capable of such vicious acts. Of such brutality. It was something that shook him to his core, and that truly did make him feel fear. Because up until that point sure there were things he was scared of as a kid - all kids have fears. But what Jhin did? The way he slaughtered people in a way as though they were cattle? And being so delusional that he saw it as art? That showed Zed what primal fear was. What true hatred was. Coupled with the fact that he would not face his crimes and instead be left to live and rot away in a prison? That just made it worse.
That was certainly a turning point for Zed in his childhood. Turning it from a "oh it kind of sucked" to something that left him with deep emotional wounds that he still hasn't healed from. The only person he felt who truly understood the severity of what he had gone through is Shen. And for a bit, he did kind of have him to lean on in a way. But ... even that fell apart too with time. Losing his best friend, the man who he adored with his whole heart. That just made him even more bitter and made things a lot worse than they needed to be. Zed would say that he doesn't regret the choices he has made that drove a wedge between him and the man who he was so close to in childhood, but i think deep down there is a small part of him that does regret it.
He hides his true feelings away by deeming it as "the necessary thing" to do. By framing it as it being a choice he was absolutely certain about. But i really do think that the trauma Jhin had caused had a huge impact on what he did when he decided to take the forbidden Shadow Magic. Because he was so wrapped up in his hatred and fear that he saw it to be the only solution. He never wanted to see another child go through what he had at the hands of another psychopath like Jhin - because he knows how badly it affected him, even if he refuses to admit it. He was scared that if he didn't become powerful enough, then who would be left to prevent such a thing from happening? It had taken so long for them to hunt down Jhin in the first place and they hadn't even given him a fair punishment. Zed fully stands by the idea that they should have killed him when they had the chance.
I definitely do think that, even if he sees his time with his mother and his father leaving them as a more neutral thing compared to the other traumatic shit he went through as a kid it definitely still left a negative impact on him. That's a whole other can of worms to open up, honestly. I think deep down he really does hold a deep rooted fear of abandonment as well from it. Something that only amplified when his friendship with Shen crumbled and fell apart. That's why he doesn't get close to people these days, i think. Why even if he is overall neutral when it comes to others, he wouldn't let another in close enough to learn these things about him. I truly think that, at least at this point the only person who may be able to wrangle some infomation on his feelings would be Kayn.
Of course though, that is always open to changing with how relationships between muses develop... an unpacking of his emotions and trauma, if you will. Which i am very excited for in the future as i rp on here more.
#OOC#Headcanon tag TBD#oh god this was so fun to ramble about...#also i am on mobile so if it formats weird then oopsie
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MERROCK TASK #9
THE INSPIRATION BEHIND...
Alec Landon Jacobs
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Playing Next:
Mutt by Blink-182 [x]
Can’t Stop by Red Hot Chili Peppers [x]
40oz to Freedom by sublime [x]
tw: drug abuse, reference to sa allegations
When coming up with Alec, immediately the two things settled were his two loves in life: music and his high school sweetheart. My next question was basically how can I complicate things, as the sucker for a dramatic backstory that I am. In came the idea that the music was what broke the relationship, and therefore Alec’s belief in love, apart.
The perfect set up became that Alec had spent his entire twenties out on the road as a musician, and all of the troubles that came with that. The drugs, the girls, the financial struggle. The next question became, well what kind of music did he play? What’s more angsty sadboi than pop punk? Even more, a pop punk boy who’d made his name in the warped tour scene?
Alec was heavily inspired by all of the band dudes that I grew up with and around. Being a warped tour kid, I grew up to establish relationships with bands of various degrees of fame and plenty of local guys who wanted to be those bands. From the way he speaks to the way he carries himself, Alec through and through is the epitome that scene in the late 90s and early 00s in Southern California. As a 2000s warped tour emo in SoCal myself, it was just perfect. And with the demise of that tour, it became the perfect set up to have Alec returning to Merrock after more than a decade, trying to settle into “regular” life for the first time while already in his thirties. Regular life meant a job. Of course Alec would be that kid who was doing stick-and-pokes on friends since before he could drive and subsequently kept tattoo equipment with him on tour. Tattoo artist it was.
Upon that decision, I worked my way backwards. How did he end up in Merrock in the first place? His parents, was the obvious choice as he was in high school. However, something told me he was heavily influenced being raised by “cool” parents. The easiest way to relate to your parents without finding them desperately out of touch, I feel, is when they are fairly young. In came the idea that Alec had been raised by a single teen mom, someone he was much more a friend with than a son to. It made sense that Alec would be a sort of inspirational story, from growing up in poverty to touring alongside these internationally renowned bands. Even if financially, touring musician wasn’t exactly making him the riches one may expect. In all of this, FC choice was easy. Anyone who’s been in groups with me before knows I’ve used Tyler frequently, brooding mysterious rockstar is something he pulls off well. Plus, he has the voice! I’m still waiting on a new EP, it’s been 10 years..
Love, sex, and relationships are a huge part of Alec’s story. The muse for the entirety of his music career has been his one and only serious relationship that he never quite recovered from. The one regret Alec has in life is letting his dream come in the way of his future with the one person he considers to have ever been truly in love with. This to say, he has never truly allowed himself to fall in love again since. Alec is now known for his long string of hook ups and flings, never one to entertain a single person for too long at the risk of developing feelings.
Another big factor of Alec’s life life, taken directly from Tyler’s, is his sexuality. Tyler publicly came out as bisexual in 2019, at the age of 32. Being as Alec had been with his high school sweetheart until the age of 23, it made sense that he too would have come out publicly closer to 30.
Now the inspiration for unknown destination. The band concept was developed by both myself and a former member of the group, narrowed down to be stylized after one specific band’s discography from 2006-2012. Unfortunately that band has since landed in hot water with the type of allegations that plague the scene, so I now tend to reference bands like state champs instead as having the same sound. Either way, 00s/10s pop punk is all you need to know.
Alec is ultimately your classic case of bad boy with a soft heart. He’s a bit of an ass at times but he’s got a lot of love to give.
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💛
Danni ❤️ It's taken me way too long to do this, but I have some time now so let's get to it. In vaguely descending order:
Marching On | E | 10k | Snarry (and various background relationships)
Fifteen years into Severus and Harry's relationship, the status quo becomes untenable. Harry grapples with no longer being able to turn a blind eye towards Severus' bit on the side, while Severus finally realises that his best might not have been good enough for Harry.
And Teddy? Well, he's just the catalyst that brought home the hard truths.
Why I love it: It's love in all its messy reality. Sometimes we make choices we come to regret. Sometimes we make choices we don't regret until someone makes us regret it. Sometimes that regret doesn't feel real or genuine except to the person who feels it. And sometimes, the thing that is sacrificed for love is a piece of your soul. Is that a valid tradeoff? Don't know. Ask yourself. I still am.
The Lover and the Boytoy | E | 10k | Snucius, Drucius, Draco/Lucius/Severus
Draco has been thirsty for his Daddy’s best friend, Severus Snape - and Lucius knows it. Of course he'll indulge his boy, even (or maybe, especially) if it means sharing his lover.
Why I love it: Yet another messy situation. I love them. Sudden emotional intrigue in the middle of a PWP? I didn't see it coming and neither will anyone else. Thanks for spawning brain rot, fic, I *appreciate* it. I guess.
All out of Sorts | E | 1.8k | Snarry
The Sorting Ceremony is for children. When adults attempt it, the results can be rather unexpected as Headmaster Snape, the most Slytherin of Slytherins, finds out. Bad-tempered huffing and puffing ensues.
Why I love it: I made Severus a Hufflepuff. It's fucking hilarious. That's all. 😂
Playing Games | E | 9k | Albus Severus Potter/James Sirius Potter
James thinks they’re just playing Truth or Dare. Al is playing a different game altogether.
Why I love it: Feels like the hottest thing I've ever written. May be influenced by @phenomenalasterisk's amazing podfic of it, which made me blush so hard while driving (my first mistake, really) I had to stop listening halfway through for fear of crashing. Just thinking about it makes me a little hot, ngl.
Settling/Unsettling | E | 29k | Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes
Mycroft loves the one man he cannot have - his brother. It doesn’t help that their relationship is tattered beyond recognition. When Gregory Lestrade enters his life, he is pleasantly surprised to find that the man is satisfactory, both in and out of bed. If he can't have the one man he wants, he may as well settle for second best.
But what happens when events draw the brothers closer together, and the impossible becomes probable?
Why I love it: It is not my finest piece of work. A diamond in the rough is a more accurate description of it. But damn, I still love the plot and want to rewrite it someday.
#self rec#snarry#snucius#drucius#malfoycest#jalbus#pottercest#holmescest#bbc sherlock#hp fic#asked and answered#wow look at that RANGE 😏#lmao not really there's so much cest#leave to my degeneracy
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so I was listening to one of my Jason playlists and there's a song I put on there that I always have to listen to several times cause I get SO many feelings about it. I wish I could draw so I could do a cool animatic for it but cause I can't do that I'll just WRITE META ABOUT IT I GUESS
Here's the song. Sorry for the external link tumblr won't let me actually upload the song for some reason.
Breakdown of the song with my thoughts under the cut. (this is very long)
Starting with the chorus
Come paint my face
Come take my hand
I do not wish you to understand
Someday you too
Will go to war
And by that time may you not fear death any more
Ok so I always listen to this song as if Red Hood Jason is looking at and talking to pre-Robin Jason or like has just been taken in by Bruce Jason. I can only imagine the emotions Jason has thinking about how happy and naive he was pre-Robin. Like yeah he went through a lot of shit with his parents and then living on the street but his stint as Robin and then getting killed by the Joker is just... something else. And "will go to war, and by that time may you not fear death any more." just kinda hits me so hard cause as soon as he put the Robin suit on he was pulled into Batman's war and not long after that death became a very large part of his life very quickly till it culminated with his own.
Fortune may hold you
She's not your friend
Kind words spoken
Bows deepened
Foulest creature may wear the sweetest smile
Oh do not fear for I will see you in a while
This is obviously about Bruce taking him in and making him Robin. "Being Robin gives me magic!" He was so fortunate that Bruce found him and took him in. But I have to wonder if he regrets it at this point. Like he's died, been resurrected, tried to kill most of his family, gotten better but like is still not Okay(tm). And the fact that it starts off by talking about how good luck can turn and then ends with what is the best descriptor for the Joker that I have ever heard is just Jason poetry honestly.
Eyes upon you
Through the years
All of your troubles
All of your fear
Always watching
Always see
I am you now and you are me
This is just... man if you go back through his Robin run Bruce, Dick (and by extension the Titans) and even Babs were always kinda telling him he wasn't good enough. Bruce by pushing him to be more like Dick and Dick and Babs literally telling him he wasn't good enough to pick up the mantle from Dick. Not to mention all of rich Gotham society judging him for being from the poor side of town. And then later when he gets older and has more of his own opinions and gets more and more violent as Robin because he cares so much about the injustices he sees. Which only leads to Bruce and Dick saying he's too violent and one day he'll end up killing someone. ONLY for that to be followed by the Garzona thing. THIS SONG WAS MADE FOR JASON ISTG
If I should fall
You take my sword
All that is mine
Will be yours
Do not fear for those we leave behind
The blood that runs in your veins it is mine
And it's like despite everything Robin Jason has been through he knows that what has happened to him to bring him to where he is now is inevitable and it's a cycle he can't change. And maybe sometimes he's not sure he even would given the chance. I'm sure there are moments where he looks at who is right now and how many people he has helped with the way he handles things and knows that Bruce's way doesn't always work and maybe it's good he ended up like this so he can make the hard choices Bruce can't. But he still wishes the young boy he was didn't have to suffer as he did.
I am a stone falling through black water
On the bottom I start again
I am a stone falling through black water
My fall it never ends
My fall it never ends
This part man... it feels like he's talking about his relationship with "justice" and how it influences his relationship with his family. Cause he very obviously still considers them all his family but he's stuck in a continuous cycle of wanting to be part of it but also knowing that his way of justice works. Because he knows what life on the poor side of Gotham is like and he KNOWS Batman's way of fighting the injustice that happens down there doesn't work long term. But he also struggles with the fact that sometimes killing someone can start a vicious cycle that leaves kids orphaned, just like him. And so his feelings on the subject are ever fluctuating and he can't help himself falling over and over into cycle of violence no matter how much he wants to get out of it.
SO YEAH I JUST HAVE A LOT OF JASON TODD FEELINGS RIGHT NOW. Sorry that was so long. hopefully it was coherent and made any form of sense. but also omg why did you read this whole thing.
also if anyone wants me to post my Jason playlists (i have 3) lmk and i will
#jason todd#red hood#batfamily#jaybird#dc comics meta#i got really carried away and blacked out halfway through writing this#so i have no idea if there's a cohesive thought in any of these paragraphs#that's my secret cap I'm always thinking about Jason Todd#Spotify
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AF2 Pace Epilogue 3: Happiness in Regalo
~*Scene: Lord’s Mansion Inside*~
Pace: Hey, Fel!
Felicita: Yes, dear?
Pace: Ahh, it’s such a critical hit when you say that
Felicita: Critical hit?
Pace: A critical hit to my heart
Felicita: …Don’t you have somewhere to be?
Pace: Oh right, I got a letter from Agata
Felicita: About the upcoming conference?
Pace: Yeah, about increasing the influence of the Dono family
Pace: She wants to see Alberto too
Pace: Let’s go everything we can
Felicita: I’ll be sure to support you
Pace: I can’t wait! We’ll do this together
Felicita: Yeah
Felicita: [Even though his fate hasn’t changed, Pace remained cheerful, positive…and smiling]
Felicita: [If we want to spend the rest of our time happily, I can’t think negatively]
Felicita: [We could only look forward to our bright and peaceful future]
Felicita: [Even if our time is short—]
Felicita: [But, maybe if I had made different choices…]
Felicita: [I still would have had that familiar smile beside me]
~*Scene: Mondo’s Office*~
Alberto: Excuse me. Oh? Were you working?
Felicita: No, it’s fine
Alberto: I don’t really have a reason for visiting. I just wanted to see you
Alberto: It’s been a year since…
Felicita: A year…
Alberto: Does it feel long?
Felicita: …Not really. I’ve been busy
Alberto: You’re leading the Family as Donna now, after all
Alberto: I wondered why Mondo decided at that moment to retire and make you the new head of the Family…
Alberto: But it was the best way to help you after losing Pace. Your father is a wise man
Felicita: It’s why I was able to keep my promise to Pace. You have too, right?
Alberto: I’ve taken on the lord’s position, yes. Now that you’re Donna, my father fully recognizes the changing of the guard
Alberto: My mother sends her regards too
Felicita: Your mother?
Alberto: I remember you became good friends while living at our mansion
Alberto: Even my mother’s pride was softened with Pace around
Felicita: Pace really is amazing
Alberto: I still can’t compare to him. But I will grow using the courage he gave me
Alberto: I’ll move forward without hesitating in the way I want. I’ll remember him, and do my best
Alberto: I hope we can support each other in making Regalo a better place
Felicita: Yes
Alberto: See you, then
Felicita: […My last promise to him, was to “smile”]
Felicita: [It’s was a difficult promise to keep with Pace no longer around]
Felicita: […But I still keep struggling not to lose my smile]
Felicita: [All while remembering his—]
Felicita: It’s done…my letter to Pace. About how I’m feeling now…
Felicita: (Pace…the time we spent together was short, but it was the time of my life that I treasure the most)
Felicita: (I’m who I am now because of it)
Felicita: (I’m really glad I met you. I wish I could see you again, but it’s not the time)
Felicita: (I have to experience a lot more so I can tell you all about it. So please, wait for me)
Felicita: (I’ll think really hard about what I want to tell you, and hear about from you when we next meet)
Felicita: (—But for now, can I ask you one thing?)
Felicita: Do you still love me, Pace?
Pace: Do you need to ask? …Of course, I L-O-V-E you!
Pace: I wish that could convey all of what I’m feeling, but I guess it’s not enough
Pace: You might have some regrets
Pace: But I think it’s important how you live your life, and not how long you live it
Pace: I’m happier than anyone because I got to meet you. So I have no regrets
Pace: You’ll be a wonderful Donna…
Pace: The one that I love will be able to protect the place that I love
Pace: Nothing could make me happier
Pace: And you’re still keeping that smile that stole my heart
Pace: If there ever comes a day where it’s too hard for you to smile, then let your tears out under the Regalo sun
Pace: …The sea breeze will wipe them away, and the sun will dry them
Pace: So please, be happy
Pace: And keep smiling. My—
Pace: Felicita…
~*End of Scene*~
(Back to Directory)
#pace#arcana famiglia#arcana famiglia 2#ending#solar translations#psp game#translation#releases#this is the sad one
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