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corruptedmaiawrites · 1 month

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Shards of Loyalty

Amidst the shadows of betrayal and loyalty, one rebel medic must navigate fractured bonds in the heart of the Empire's darkness.

Fandom: Star Wars, The Bad Batch

Pairing: Wolffe x Reader

Content: Angst as the reader briefly reunites with Wolffe on Teth

Warnings: Spoilers for TBB S3ep06+07

Word Count: 2,978

A/N: I watched the episode, cried, then spent all my time writing this. Also, I couldn't help but have Gregor simp for the reader in this one. Art in divider is by lornaka.

Sitting around the grey flexsteel table, laughter danced around you, as soft giggles spilled from your lips. Your eyes closed briefly as your cheeks rose, a toothy grin wide across your face in a way that made each corner hurt. Across from you was the other source of joyful sounds, in his worn, white plastoid commando armour. His features were spread into a similar grin, crow's feet crinkled about his chestnut brown eyes that glinted in the artificial light of the ship’s interior, and the worn lines upon his tan skin stretched about his smile. A small, stray strand on his dark, slicked-back hair had fallen out of place, which he brushed back into place with a quick swipe of his gloved hand.

As you calmed your laughs, you shifted your hand to take hold of your cup of caf that sat on the table in front of you, the earthy smell of it curling in your nose as you inhaled. Before taking a sip of it, you tilted your head towards the clone opposite you as he rubbed the side of his face, trying to calm his laughter that was greater than yours.

“As soon as we land, I’m going to go get Nemec to confirm that, Gregor,” you teased him softly, to which the clone burst into another bout of laughter.

“You don’t trust me?” Gregor cooed as his laughs subsided again, pointing an accusatory finger at you. It wasn’t serious though, the lop-sided smirk on his face making it evident.

You rolled your eyes softly, placing your hand around the warm cup and lifting it to take a sip. The caf inside tasted too dry and was bitter on your tongue. Yet, you focused on Gregor, paying the poor taste of the caf little mind. “That mission was wild, I need to hear Nemec’s account. I believe you… but, maker, I need to hear more.”

Gregor chuckled softly at that, raising his cup of caf to his lips as you spoke. Yet, you noticed his dark chestnut hues shift from looking at you, moving to looking at the stairs towards the cockpit. The heavy sound of metal prosthetic legs, slightly muted by boots, traveled down to the table. In the doorway, Echo emerged, his pallid features holding a sense of alarm. He cut to the chase, his caramel eyes settling upon both you and Gregor as he spoke.

“Rex commed. Imperials have discovered the base at the spire. They need extracting, ASAP. We’re about five parsecs away.”

You flicked your eyes back to Gregor, whose dark eyes had now hardened with solemnity. There was an unspoken understanding between you three. Your voice vocalized before you even registered it, holding an almost emotionless tone to it.

“Affirmative.”

You pushed yourself from your chair as Gregor simultaneously stood. You all knew what needed to be done, no orders were needed. That’s how this little group of rebels worked, efficiently like a well-oiled droid; not like the Separatist clankers, but like the whirring of a reliable R-series astromech.

Gregor shifted past you on your right, raising a hand to place gently on your shoulder. His digits gave a gentle, but brief squeeze before departing, a small gesture of reassurance. It was all you needed to push yourself forward, to walk down the familiar corridors of the ship towards the medbay.

Once in the dark room, surrounded by dim blue hues and softly blinking lights of green, red, white, and blue, you didn’t need to turn on the main light to navigate about; you knew this place like the back of your hand. You had transitioned from a medcenter medic to a field medic for the clone rebels, and this place was now as close to a home as you could probably get. You missed your life before, at the medcenter, but here, in this dim room, it was easy to put away the memories, the good and the bad, and be enveloped in the blanket of shadows and low light.

As you sought for your medical bag, fingers grazing against the embroidered section of the fabric, a memory surfaced.

“It’s a gift, for helping with… well, everything.”

Wolffe’s voice echoed in your mind as if he was there. He’d stood before you, a small bundle in his outstretched hand. It was wrapped rather poorly, the edges of the paper coming unfolded as it sat there, as if the commander either hadn’t bothered to find an adhesive, or he simply couldn’t find one. It seemed too awkward for him, in a way, and that was coming from the person who’d been there for… well, everything. At least from the moment he’d arrived, fresh red scar and painfully burnt eye from a lightsaber wound. There had certainly been some awkward moments in his recovery, but somehow, it was not as awkward as this moment. Perhaps, because for once, Wolffe was the one giving, and neither of you was used to it. You’d taken the gift, fingers pulling at the paper to unveil an embroidered patch in the middle, the symbol of the Wolfpack in the middle. “I want you to be an honorary member of the Wolfpack,” Wolffe had explained, still rather awkwardly. At the time, you didn’t know why, but when you went home, to sew the patch to your medpack bag, you’d found his comm details written in the paper wrapping too. That moment felt like a lifetime ago. All memories of Wolffe did. You had been so close. So close, that you’d almost admitted to him that you loved him. But that never came to pass. The world as you knew it shattered, and you had to rebuild. The medbay you currently knelt in was a testament to that.

A sigh, heavy and warped with longing, passed from your lips, falling into the air of the dark room. You had to focus; Rex, Nemec, Fireball, and Howzer were relying on you for the extraction, and you needed to be ready in case anyone was harmed… which was inevitable. Hopefully, all injuries would be minor. Pushing the past where it belonged, in the past and away from your conscious thought, you grabbed the medpack, pulling the straps over your shoulders. No time to dawdle. You stood straight, pack weighing on your shoulders, and you navigated the hallways the way you had just walked, back to the mess room, and then further, up the stairs to the cockpit.

At the very front was Echo, facing ahead as the blue streaks of light shot by like endless blaster bolts. A few seats back sat Gregor, leaning forward with arms crossed over his knees. Both sat in silence; apprehension hung in the air, the deep breath before plunging into conflict, something both clones were used to. You certainly weren’t, yet you were not one to let the unease overwhelm you. Taking a few steps forward, you plant yourself in the leather of the chair opposite Gregor, your voice cutting through the silence.

“How long until we get there?”

Echo tilted his head back slightly, the caramel hues of his irises glinting in the light of hyperspace, coming in from the viewports. “Another couple of minutes. Rex and the boys will need to hold on until then.”

Gregor’s voice quickly cut in after Echo finished his sentence, drawing your attention to him. He’d swiveled his chair to face you, having grabbed something from the small side sill at the edge of the cockpit. “Here, take this blaster,” Gregor extended his hand out, holding a DC-17 hand blaster to you. “Not sure if we’ll have to fight. Be safe than sorry.” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, momentarily going higher pitch before lowering to his usual pitch. After the voice cracks, a small burst of nervous laughter escaped the clone. It was not long ago that you and Gregor shared humorous laughter, and now all that joy had dissipated. You leaned forward, outstretching your arm to take the blaster from Gregor’s hand. Your fingers curled around the weapon and softly brushed Gregor’s hand, warm still through the gloves. As you pulled the blaster back to rest on your lap, Gregor offered you a small, yet warm smile, sincerity glinting in his eyes, wordlessly telling you not to worry.

At the console, Echo moved to pull the ship out of hyperspace. The streaking lights of passing stars shortened, congealing into pin-prick dots of light. Outside the transparisteel before you, the looming, dark shape of Teth emerged. As you got closer, you spied a bright white light at the location, and Echo deftly moved to send an alert to Rex that you were inbound. Gregor stood, leaning over one of the chairs closer to the console, and so you joined him, to get a better look at the scene. You saw a line of Imperial soldiers - you couldn’t quite make out their armor from here. Huddled before them, alert yet holding fire was Rex and the others… A glance over them showed you easily that some were missing - who you didn’t know. Blasted Imperials, you always lost good clones to them. What surprised you was that they didn’t try anything against the ship.

You pushed yourself to stand from your chair, and Gregor nodded to you, standing up straight himself. Echo swung the ship around for easy access to Rex and the others, and quickly you and Gregor sprinted down the halls towards the door. You gripped the blaster tight in your hand. If it came to blows, you were ready to take down a few of the Empire’s men in exchange for the missing troopers. With a swoosh, the door lowered, spilling white light from your ship against the bright spotlights of the Imperial ship. Before you stood the shadowy figures of both your men and the Imperials. It took you a moment for your eyes to adjust upon those who stood there. You looked to your troopers first - only Rex and Howzer remained, the rest were the Bad Batch, with their child and pet. Nemec… Fireball… Both of them were gone.

Anger surged through you, and you raised your gaze to glare at the leader of the Imperial troopers, intent on giving him the most venomous stare you could muster. Yet, as the details of the man were revealed to you, a crack suddenly shattered your heart in half. The blaster in your hand fell slack as you just stared… The one behind this, who’d allowed the deaths of Nemec, Fireball, and the others, was none other than the man you loved. Wolffe.

Beside him, the clone commando eased forward slightly, yet Wolffe raised his arm to tell the trooper, his voice quiet yet rumbling in a commanding tone, “Stand down.” You just about heard it, although his actions spoke louder than his words at that moment. He was going to let you all go, despite likely being ordered to take down your group. Before you, Rex nodded his head with respect for the commander. They were brothers, and loyal to each other even if they fought on opposite sides. That loyalty gave you hope, sparking up inside your chest where the ruins of your heart now lay cracked, perhaps to mend and bond that wound taken to it.

The Bad Batch, followed by Howzer, moved quickly back up to the ship, and Rex himself turned his back to Wolffe. With them, everything had been said and done, but you… You didn’t quite understand. Wolffe was disobeying the Empire at this moment, but he appeared to still be staying with them. You stepped forward down the ramp, brushing past the lanky figure of Crosshair, onto the rocky ground below. Wolffe’s gaze shifted from the turning figure of Rex towards where you stepped, pushing past those retreating in an almost defiant manner. Your eyes met, and the firm expression of the Commander shifted. His eyes widened in surprise, his lips parting softly; his left, natural eye with its caramel hues seemed vulnerable at that moment. Standing opposed to his brothers was different from standing opposed to the person he’d loved. Looking at him, you saw that too awkward stance again, echoing the past when he first truly opened up to you. There was hope, yet this was not a moment, or even such a thing, to be easily navigated. Not with the troopers at Wolffe’s back, and the Empire too. Not with your ship, your group of rebels about to depart. It wasn’t even as easy as giving commlink details on a crumpled piece of paper.

Rex’s hand met your shoulder as he stopped by you. It was hard to break away from Wolffe’s gaze, but you did. The look on Rex’s face told you everything you needed to know. That pair of amber eyes showed understanding, but an urgency, that nothing could be done now, and it was time to move on. You nodded your head slightly, your gaze meeting Wolffe’s, which had shifted to a more guarded look. There was still a hint of uncertainty in his singular natural eye, but his cybernetic one seemed dull and void. All you could do was offer the commander a nod, not unlike the one that had been shared with Rex, but this one told him that you’d be back, and that you’d both be able to reunite someday. Rex’s hand slipped from your shoulder, and with that, you too turned around. The captain allowed you to slip ahead of him so that he could secure safety as you finished boarding.

The steps onto the ship were hard, but you knew that this was not the last time you would see Wolffe. You did not dare look back, for if you did, you feared you’d lose your composure. Yet, thankfully, as you stepped back onto the firm flooring of the ship, you were surrounded by the clones that had supported you during this new reign of the Empire; Rex at your back, Gregor at your side, and Howzer at the front. The ramp raised and the door swooshed shut, leaving you standing there. The Bad Batch lingered around you too, and in that moment, you wished for them to be gone, to leave you with the ones you trusted, but you knew Echo would scold you for that, as they were his squad too. The conflict was evident on your face, it must be, because the pet of the Bad Batch snuffled its nose and came up to you, sniffing at you and rubbing against your legs in a friendly way. The child smiled at you, “Batcher’s just saying hi, don’t worry.” She seemed to have mistaken your expression for a reaction to the animal. It eased your mind a little, and you gave the kid a smile in response.

Rex shifted, stepping around you, and he headed over to the doorway that led to the corridor through the ship, “Come on, let’s settle down and… well… that was a lot. We all need some rest.” The largest clone in the Bad Batch, Wrecker, heartily agreed, followed by the child, then Hunter and the slinking Crosshair. There was no use in lingering here yourself, so you made your way down the corridor after them. In that walk, you realized that you felt as though part of you was missing, like there was a hole in your heart. It seemed that when it cracked when you saw Wolffe with the Empire, a part of it fell and was now left with him. You really would have to go back for it.

Once the ship was traveling at hyperspeed once more, and the Bad Batch was settled down in the cockpit with Echo, you found yourself sitting around that same table you’d been sitting at with Gregor before this all occurred. This time, you sat right next to Gregor, instead of opposite him, and Howzer sat in the chair you had occupied. Rex was standing to the side, stirring some sweetener into his cup of caf. Surrounded by your little mismatched squad, you finally felt able to breathe and to speak. Letting out a sigh, you voiced that which you’d been dying to say since you saw the commander. “I can’t believe Wolffe sided with the Empire.” Gregor shifted slightly, wordlessly putting a hand on your shoulder. These few clones were the ones that knew about your connection to Wolffe, so you felt safe to speak of it here.

Rex turned his head slightly, looking at you with his amber gaze, holding sincerity within it. “Wolffe doesn’t seem to know everything the Empire’s done. He’s likely still under the influence of the chip. But, like with all of us, he did show signs of resistance.”

Howzer added to Rex’s comment, shoving a thumb in the direction of the cockpit, “If Crosshair can be redeemed, then Commander Wolffe can too. That clone showed that he truly had changed today… and I still almost find it hard to believe, even though I saw it with my own eyes. If that can be done, then getting Wolffe to see sense would be like a sandstorm on Geonosis - inevitable.”

The missing clones from your gathering came to mind though, and you frowned, “But… Fireball… Nemec… Wolffe didn’t-”

“Actually,” Rex cut you off, “They were firing at us with stun rounds. There was one of those shadow troopers after us… That was who got Fireball and Nemec. Wolffe’s men appeared to be ordered to take us down with stun rounds.”

You exhaled softly. Wolffe was still loyal to his brothers, even those who fought against him, that was clear. There was no reason to lose hope, even under the dark rule of the Empire. It gave you purpose too; to keep fighting until Wolffe was finally by your side once more.

Thanks for reading!

#commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe #the clone wars #fanfic #star wars fanfiction #the bad batch #captain rex #captain gregor #captain howzer #clone trooper nemec #clone trooper fireball #spoilers tbb #spoilers #bad batch spoilers

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boxbusiness · 1 year

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Can we see more of Val interacting with Beel and the others?

I do have comic ideas for that~ Problem is I need to find time lol

I'd love to draw my MC Valen more but damn if I don't have time to spare. Need to learn shadow clone jutsu asap

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mommymothma · 7 months

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Dave who gave you permission to tug on my heart strings like that?

Here is like the most concise version of my thoughts I am capable of generating 5 minutes after the finally

1. Ezra ahsoka and Sabine are the knee father son and holy spirit I love them and would die for them

2. Sabine's helmet just auto generating into the world was awesome. It means ahsoka picked it up and brought it for her queen behaviour

3. I appreciate that they mention Kanan by name this live action shows sometimes have a habit of just not mentioning important animated characters (like how Satine wasn't mentioned once in the mandalorian)

4. Sabine's family being wiped out on mandalore... I don't know why it took me so long to piece that together that yeah... they probably died. I guess I assumed people kind of just left after the siege but it was intact then and.... can't tall forever moving on

5. It was a violation for that trooper to just pluck Sabine's helmet off her head like that. A disgrace to the way. I'm a little shocked her helmet doesn't seal? I thought most of them did but what do I know

6. Yaya new kanan inspired lightsaber for Ezra just dropped.

7. Force sensitive Sabine. I have mixed thoughts on this but it was awfully convienient

8. I would love if Ahsoka just dual wielded one lightsaber and then Morgan's sword I think it was such a badass as thing for them to do a real win for the gays

9. Ahsoka being afraid of being left alone to die... just think about how many times that thought has crossed her mind. ESPECIALLY with the "all your friends are dead" line.

10. Baylan you SOB. Get your ass back here and stop cosplaying force daddy. Shin needs you. Also, highly sus by the way. But could be cool if it ever leads to a baylan, ahsoka and whoever the "son" will be trio eventually.

11. Manifesting the purrgils return to come save our girlie pops. Really thought that's what the hole in the sky was for.

12. I see u. I see u Dave with the whole "shadows in the stars" thing. I see anakin. And as much as I love the idea of him watching over ahsoka, I also don't like it because he's probably teaching her to be a force ghost which sets her up to die i am weary

13. Ezra not taking off the stormtroopers costume before dropping in on a republic ship is the most Ezra thing ever what a mad lad. Also, go hug your mom bro

14. I don't like them being left behind. But there is something to be said about the possibility of wolfwren now

15. Ahsoka fearing Sabine would turn to the darkside because she experienced loss is such a real reaction for her. She's seen what loss can do to a person

16. Um what was that cargo? Were those bodies in caskets. Clones? Dathomir stuff? I'm not sure but I don't like it

17. They better find their way home in the first episode of season 2 I need this rebels reunion ASAP stop holding out on me filoni

#star wars #clone wars #andor #ahsoka #the mandalorian #ahsoka tv show #ezra bridger #sabine wren #ahsoka tv #ahsoka final #ahsoka finale #i am in processing mode #when is season 2 #all i want is for family to be together #the sword was lowkeye kind of cool #thrawn flocking to dathomir immediately is a red flag #what was in the ship cargo #were those bodies

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rarepears · 1 year

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Nov 2022 Masterpost

rarepears recs

make up fake fic title ask game

endeavor x gin

tywin lannister x sung jinwoo

shen qingqiu marries a brothel madam au

the married life of sung jinwoo and wen ruohan au

time traveling obi wan pretends to be a professor specializing in the study of the Jedi Order au

Shen Yuan and his siblings transmigrate into PIDW and are all Cang Qiong peak lords... the previous Cang Qiong peak lords au

imagine if itachi uchiha was reborn as lan xichen au

Aemond Targaryen x Endeavor

Daemon Targaryen x Endeavor au

time traveler obiwan needs to YEEEEET anakin into therapy asap au

Jinah tries to teach Sung Jinwoo's shadow summons some Human Traditions AU

shen qingqiu has an emotional support parrot and hijinks happen au

if sung jinwoo was reborn as luo binghe au

the lan and order au (the law and order reimagined with mdzs)

shen yuan is mobei jun’s mother thanks to his wife beam and an early transmigration au

shen qingqiu: qing jing peak lord by day and crime lord by night au

the hunt for shen jiu's biological family au

meet percy jackson god of kamino and star wars clones au

shen qingqiu knew luo binghe was su xiyan's son au

shen yuan the fraghead getting thrown in svsss au

aerys targaryen becomes less of a mad king with the steady application of harry potter’s magical healing cock au

Shen Yuan transmigrates into a basilisk character in PIDW au

When PIDW!Luo Binghe is pushed into the Endless Abyss he falls through a dimensional rip into SVSSS world au

svsss modern AU 24/7 dom Shen yuan and sub luo binghe

if Su Xiyan fell in love not with Tian Langjun but Sung Jinwoo (solo leveling) au

svsss my little pony fusion au

observant cang qiong disciples realize somethings about their Shen shibo AU

Liu Mingyan (Svsss) gets reborn as Sung Jinah (Solo Leveling) and gets reunited with her brother again... with a twist au

no one believes LBH to be the real LBH au

solo leveling meta: life insurance

luo binghe's xinmo sword is actually a plasma sword once known as darksaber svsss x star wars au

Sung Jinwoo becomes Gregor and Sandor Clegane's adoptive dad au

Shen Yuan transmigrates as Liu Qingge's mom and becomes a high quality MILF character AU

instead of the fullbringer arc ichigo gives birth to chibified versions of his zanpakuto and hallow au

poison ivy is mistaken to be a goddess of nature in game of thrones and tully is quick to claim her as their ancestor au

shen yuan and luo binghe are aizawa's adoptive parents au

sqh's chicken or egg au

When your disciple LBH tries to marry your shizun SY - AKA Shen Jiu isn’t having a good time in this au

the cang qiong mountain sect hot pot tradition au

a time traveling/dimension crossing!Luo Bingge tries to woo Shen Jiu's shizun aka Shen Yuan au

PIDW reborn as cats and Shen Jiu is the lucky cat owner au

sqh and sy sleepover au

#masterpost #svsss #bnha #solo leveling #game of thrones #star wars #pidw #harry potter #bleach #dcu #naruto #boku no hero acedamia #scum villain self saving system #mdzs #mao dao zu shi #mxtx

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get-wr3ckered · 6 months

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|Cuyan- (Mandalorian!OC) |

Summary: A ship crashlands too close to Cut and Suu's farm for comfort, Rex and Cut investigate.

Warnings: injury and blood, mentions of child death, mentions of the Mandalorian purge.

Wordcount: 800+

Notes:

The timeline's a little ambiguous seeing as I'm not 100% sure of the exact timeframe between Order 66, the Mandalorian purge and Rex & the Batch going to Saleucami.

Eventual oc x Omega (parental relationship obviously)

Any Mando'a will be translated at the end.

I think I've added all the appropriate warnings and tags but if I've missed something or tagged it incorrectly feel free to let me know and I'll fix it asap!

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-Chapter one: Saleucami-

"Mom! Dad!" The panicked voices of Jek and Shaeeah carried over the breeze, and the patter of their hurried feet scuffing along the dirt had the two's parents rising from their seats instantaneously. Rex wasn't far behind, blaster in hand as Suu reached for her rifle.

Darting out of the small home, their eyes searched in tandem for the cause of the children's alarm but found nought. Cut and Suu dropped to their knees checking their little ones over quickly. Rex's guard didn't waiver, all that had occurred in the days prior had left his mind in a state of hypervigilance- a need to see what was coming before it arrived growing in the shadow that the loss of so many of his brothers had cast.

"What's wrong?" Cut urged, one hand cupping Jek's cheek tenderly.

"Are you alright?" Suu mirrored her husband's actions and held her daughter close.

"A Ship," Shaeeah muttered, eyes wide and voice wavering as she spoke. Jek raised his hand, pointing towards a small but growing billow of smoke in the distance. "It looked broken!"

Cut and Rex exchanged a silent glance at the young girl's words. Given all that had occurred, assuming that a ship crashlanding so close to be little more than a coincidence wasn't a luxury any of them could afford. The odds of who or whatever was aboard the ship being friend over foe were non-existent in Rex's mind, and from their shared look it was clear that Cut held similar thoughts on the matter.

"Suu, take the kids inside," Cut grunted as he pushed himself back to his full height, taking the rifle from his wife's grasp.

The Twilek woman nodded wordlessly, quickly ushering the children back toward what little safety the farmhouse could offer.

"Best find them 'fore they find us," The clone turned farmer muttered.

Rex offered a lone nod. "I'm with you."

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How the ship had made it through Saleucami's atmosphere without combusting was nothing short of a miracle. Between the mass of mangled metal and the shattered transparisteel, it would have been all too easy to see the wreckage as nothing more than a pile of discarded scrap rather than a once functioning vessel. The growing pool of fuel beneath the ship and the near-constant barrage of sparks escaping from amongst the broken plates that made up the hull didn't inspire confidence in either clone that the ship would stay stable for much longer, although stable was a term to be used very loosely at current.

Rex didn't doubt that even the most desperate of Scrappers would give the wreckage before them an extremely wide berth.

"Don't suppose anyone survived the landing, do ya?" Cut cocked a mirthless brow.

Rex only wished it could be that easy. "Can't leave it to chance."

With careful, deliberate steps the two men dared to venture inwards. Gaining access to the damaged vessel had been simple enough, the cargo ramp's integrity had been compromised and with the right leverage, the pair had pried it open all too easily. What awaited them within the small interior, neither man could've anticipated.

There, curled up beneath the remnants of the control panel lay three bodies. The larger of the three, clad in an eerily familiar armour, held the smaller two protectively, the uncomfortable contortion of her limbs proof enough that she had been trying to protect them.

Crouching low, Rex assed the fallen three solemnly. The blank stares and limp limbs of the two children told him all he needed to know. Neither were any older than Jek or Shaeeah and yet they lay lifelessly before the two clones, Cut forced himself to look away.

Rex too averted his gaze from the children, there was nothing he could do for either of them.

His focus shifted to the woman, recognition flickering as he eyed the familiar crest painted upon her left pauldron. Supporting the unresponsive woman's neck as best he could, Rex pulled the helmet free tossing it aside with little care as he moved to press two fingers against the side of her throat. He waited, counting each second with bated breath before he felt it, weak and slow but it was there. "She's got a pulse."

Those four little words were enough to stir Cut to action. Kneeling beside Rex, the pair did their best to support her properly as they pulled her from beneath the control panel. It didn't take a genius to see the recognition hidden within Rex's solemn expression. "You know her?"

A near-silent sigh fell past the other man's lips. "Not really, fought alongside the boys and I once."

The way Rex spoke, The whistful tone made it seem like it'd been a lifetime ago but in reality, it had been far closer to the present than it truly felt. So much had happened since the 501st had helped in freeing Mandalore from Maul's grasp, none of it good.

"Right," Cut readjusted his grip on the not-quite stranger. He dared a glance at the fallen children, swallowing the bile that threatened to rise as he did so. "Let's get 'em out of here before this thing blows."

A solemn nod was Rex's only reply.

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Additional Notes: Not proofread, I refuse to suffer my mistakes alone. Mando'a: Cuyan- survivor Taglist: Feel free to drop me a message to be added to the taglist!

#mandalorian oc #mandalorian!oc #star wars oc #tbb crosshair #star wars fic #tbb fic #the bad batch #tbb #writing in progress #get wr3ckered’s oc

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hematomes · 7 months

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No offense to Arlecchino and anyone who likes her but something about that woman being this seemingly caring and gentle if somewhat stern maternal figure to orphans but also working for a shady group created by a god whose goal is to create a Utopia just rubs me the wrong way.

Not to mention said group's members include a mad scientist willing to experiment on and abuse people, a shady banker, a woman scorned, and a dainty angelic girl who's actually so dangerous, not even Childe messes with her (and even he's a dangerous little shit). If these are the type of people you expect me to believe are trustworthy and working to create ultimate peace, I'm dipping ASAP.

i think this is mostly people getting overexcited over arlecchino and therefore kind of misreading her character

we need to keep 2 things in mind when it comes to her: the current latest piece of information (her utopia thing) comes from one of the children she raised, aka lyney. and then, she actively works with dottore

not to mention that we don't know where orphans without potential are sent. and that dottore has a whole fight club in natlan where kids fight abominations to entertain rich people

arlecchino is, i believe, a much more complex character than just a good/evil one - which has been the case for most of the harbingers (even dottore, not bc he could be good but bc he could lose control of his clones, and i think that's going to happen). la signora was consumed by her grief and then her pride, scaramouche had a whole arc and a very rich lore, there's still so much shadow when it comes to childe... etc etc

so yeah no i think people are getting caught up in our latest "version" of arlecchino (father who rescued the kids) when it's entirely biased, and could be full of shit - either bc lyney is lying or bc he himself believes in a lie

tldr: i don't believe for one second that her entire motive is just saving orphans

#— answered #— nonnie

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Without fitted with a turbines the new vehicle goes about 250,000 mph in the air 5000 Plus on the ground really unlimited and about 10 million miles an hour in space so fastest car in space that there is they're fastest is 5 million.

The race is on in Fontana.

We're bringing the car there tomorrow I'm not saying what time it's probably not early in the morning because you'll line up like a some sort of stupid iPod thing I might happen anyways

You do understand what we're doing and we don't want you assholes to have me explain it over and over and you keep doing it and I'm telling them it's illegal and illegal to make them do it it's absolutely true so going after you too I'm going after you for repeating and you're not going to make it tonight at all I'm going to come and kill you.

The races against the racer that the Max and others who are in charge of these agencies and international agencies as well and they're going to try and pick one by vote and then they'll say who and they'll see if anybody objects you're more lock and clones are excluded you're not invited to the race

Zues Hera

I'm also putting in a APB on John Reema Lord and his friends and we're going to apprehend him he's already wanted but we're putting a reward for his whereabouts and we're issuing it now and it's sizable and we do pay it. And we're trying a lot of other techniques as well to stop this horde of idiots from ruining anything that's left and they're making stupid comments all the time in space and we're going to make them pay for it it's illegal for them to do and they're doing it constantly. What they don't know is people can see them clearly all day all night and the horrendous s*** is on TV and they're telling people what they're doing and how they're doing it and all getting intercepted.

John remillard and son their shops are out there in Arizona and there's a gap coming up it'll be about 1 hour long and the max are going to try and take the shops and they're going to put it in there building and they know what they're doing they're going after them. And when they get done with the motorcycles that was what he was going because of what I'm saying now the chopper code and he knows it.

There's a few more things going on these people are not alone in what they're doing and Stallone is wrapped up in it and Tommy f is and Mac Daddy but Tommy effing like Daddy with the target of the codes including the clone Army and they have a plan and it's wicked and it's failing miserably and they continue to do it regardless and everyone needs them to stop and they won't that's a major reason why Mac is examining it he can't seem to get his finger in a couple things why they're running around like complete jackasses for their heads cut off saying dumb things to everybody as if they're hiding something and we do need to capture them ASAP it could have something to do with shatter down and that's the major concern and you cannot allow people to run around doing that we need to hear and see it and allowing them to run around and doing stuff like that might be wrong to say usually we find out that people running around saying stuff have rigged something and they want to hide rigging The Shadow so let's move on this and we need to get into those bases to see if they bring stuff a lot more the laser bases off planet and on planet and I'm ordering it now hey we need to get up the stuff and we need to have a meeting right now every area that we're not we need to man and we need to hire our people by force if necessary immediately and for the war effort mostly but we need to vet and it's more important because they could use why statements as a back door and the information would be here about what's here we would be in a lot more trouble than anyone would think

Zues Hera

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the-silentium · 3 years

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The survivor

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Pairing: Tech x Reader

Words: 918 words

Warnings: Blood, angst.

A/N: @shadow-hyder here’s what I promised you but deleted. Hope you enjoy this little piece of pure angst.

@haloangel391 hope you enjoy the extra bit!

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

His blood froze in his veins, paralyzing his limbs as soon as your hand slipped from his, his grip alone wasn't enough to keep you from falling. It happened so fast. One second your feet passed his eyes and he couldn't get a hold of them in his panic, his finger tips merely brushing the base of your boots.

He finally recovered from his fright, his head shooting downwards to helplessly discern your body plunging towards the ground, your name escaping his lips in a horrified scream.

The light emanating from the now working Havoc Marauder reflected onto your wet form, allowing Tech to see every second of your free-falling as well as your landing, engraving the picture of your immobile broken form into his brain.

He continued screaming your name in hope that you'd move, that he wouldn't have to live with the fact that he'd dropped you when you'd not dropped him.

His fingers hurt from the strength he used to clutch onto the rock, his nails scratching and breaking against the surface without a care in the world.

Time passed by, the sounds of blaster bolts, of a running ship, and the enraged hiss of the reptile barely registered under the incessant rambling of his brain, telling him that a fall this high headfirst had a 0% chance of survival. All he could concentrate on was the absence of movement from your part and the knowledge flowing through his mind.

He stopped screaming your name when Wrecker kneeled cautiously to your side, watching over your body but not daring to touch you as if he could worsen your state. As if he could aggravate death.

Hands grabbed his upper arms, almost scaring him into letting go of the cliff. Crosshair instead tightened his grasp and pulled him up with a grunt, dragging him on the rock until he was far away from the edge.

"Are you hurt?" Crosshair asked, his helmet moving from his head to his boots, scanning for injuries.

"No." Was all he replied before getting on his feet and running down the promontory to confirm his suspicions.

He tripped on his feet halfway down, crashing to the ground and rolling the rest of the way down. Fortunately, his helmet protected his head. Unlike yours. Crosshair called his name, worried that his brother knocked himself out or worse, but Tech merely got back to his feet like every 28 times he tripped before and continued.

He ran on the grass, eager to know the truth despite the fact that he was afraid to know.

He got to Wrecker just as the ship landed closer to your position, the ramp opening only a few meters away to let Hunter join the group, curses escaping him under his breath.

You laid there on your chest, head to the side, eyes closed with your mouth slightly open, one of your arms was crushed at an abnormal angle beneath your chest, the other resting in the grass above your head. A pool of blood oozing from beneath your head tainted the ground and stained your skin and clothes, throwing Tech's hopes to the ground.

"She's alive." Wrecker said, his voice lower than usual, worry preventing him from being his bubbly self. One of his arms was clutching slightly at his chest, the other supported his bent position on the ground.

Tech was surprised to say the least and because you apparently survived a 0% survival rate fall, he had to check for himself.

He put a shaky hand on the ground to restrain from falling on you, a gasp left his lips when the spongy wet moss beneath him almost absorbed his hand whole. You'd landed on a bed of moss. His hopes increased at the newfound information.

His fingers moved carefully to your warm neck, sliding down to your pulse point. A weak throbbing bounced beneath his fingertips, his eyes widening when his brain registered that you were indeed alive, but not for much longer if you didn't receive the needed medical care.

"She needs a medical outpost ASAP." He snapped, bolting into the ship to get whatever they could use to get you back into the ship without moving your neck.

He'll not drop you this time.

___________________

Tech watched your intubated motionless body from his spot on the chair beside your bed, datapad in hands.

He went against Hunter's order and came to check on you. Again.

He waited for the sergeant to fall asleep, the long days watching over you and making sure that no one found out that you weren't really a pilot finally consumed the remaining of his energy, sending the dark-haired clone to a long night of sleep. Leaving the way clear for Tech to confront your comatose body.

He pressed the play button, the images haunting his mind streaming before him, the fear in your eyes, your desperation, you pulling him up with massive efforts before your foot slipped and you fell.

Tech rewinded and slowed the caption. Your fingers opened around his hands before slipping away. He rewinded again. Your fingers opened. The water making you slip easily in his grasp. He rewinded again one last time and paused on your clearly open hand.

He had watched the whole event again and again and again, telling himself each and every time that this wasn't right. People didn't die for clones. Clones died for people.

"Why?" He asked shakily. He wanted to shout at you for some unknown reason and it infuriated him.

As always, the only answer he had was the regular sound of the respirator breathing for you.

#bad batch x reader #tech x reader #clone wars #clone force 99 #poor Tech #I just traumatised him #wrecker x reader #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #is this a better ending?!

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nny11writes · 3 years

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Hey friend! What better way to show our love for characters than through some good old whump?

“Just move your hands for a minute, please, ______, I can’t help you if you won’t let me see what’s wrong!” +glitra

How dare you. In exchange for being such an enabler with such a cruel and delightful whump prompt I have decided to give you your whumpage. This may be the most classically all hurt no comfort things I’ve ever written.

TRIGGER WARNING: Blood, injury, abdominal injury, implied character death (open for interpretation but vague enough). Graphic depictions of violence and injury.

Please excuse any obvious errors. Lost the ability to blink my eye half way through and was a bit distracted by the blurry pain tearing up part of that, but also fucking obsessed and needing to get this one out on the page like ASAP. (Don’t worry I did take care of it best I could but once you notice that it kinda distracts. Dry eye pain is a jerk and should meet me outside the school at 3PM for an ass kicking.)

Also, uh, happy early B-Day Glimmer?????? I’m so sorry??????????????

It’s not hard to find her once Catra takes every last emotion still left in her wrung out body and shoves it down and away. Deep deep down. It’s relieving. Like pulling a loose tooth out, the feeling of it as it’s finally freed from the gums, the satisfying squelch that comes right before the pressure disappears. It’s painful and disgusting and addicting. And it helps settle her heart enough to think.

The attack was unexpected for sure, and this far away from Etheria Glimmer’s powers were severely limited.

Adora and Bow are helping the surviving civilians that got caught up in the battle. Battle, ha. Ambush. Catra breathes deeper and closes her eyes, lets her hearing and smell guide her. Because they don’t know where Glimmer is, and if the queen had her magic she’d be there helping too.

On the Velvet Gauntlet, Catra saved her for more than just Adora. Trapped on that ship, back to back and trying to stay sane she’d come to a realization. Glimmer was everything that Catra was not, every part of her that could have possibly been good or useful or right bundled together into hope and fire and a warm kindness that felt white hot against her chest.

“Why are you saving me!?”

Because you’re worth it. Because you’re amazing. Because you have so much left to live for. Because I would rather die than let them break you.

“Not you.” It’s one of the biggest lies she’s ever told in her life. “Adora.”

Her eyes snap open as she finally gets a scent. Glimmer. Blood. Lots of blood.

Catra isn’t even thinking as she drops to all fours, claws digging into the dirt and clay to give her purchase. Careless of the grooves she leaves behind, ignoring the cries for help from others as she passes, and certainly uncaring of her own injuries. She catches the sudden change in direction a hair too late, skidding sideways into a half destroyed wall before managing to dig into the ground again.

Only to pull up short.

Thank the moons, thank the stars, thank everything!

She has to learn to stop being hopeful someday. As she finally gets close enough to see that it’s not just the green blood of clones but the red of etherian. To finally notice the weak way that Glimmer is shuddering and twisting, curled around herself tightly with ragged breath.

Catra forces herself to slow down, to keep the emotions down. Lock it up.

“Glimmer, where?”

Hazy through the pain, two pink eyes glance up at her and Glimmer doesn’t even try to smile. Tears roll down her face and she clutches at her stomach. Catra drops to her side, reacting to see but Glimmer gasps and tries to wiggle away. It’s involuntary, Catra knows that, maybe better than most. How many times did her squad reach out to help her after another round of it with Shadow Weaver? How many times did she hiss and bite and struggle when what she needed more than anything else was their help.

“Hey! I can’t help you if you don’t let me.” Catra growls all the same, the box shaking inside of her before she slows her heart rate again. Quickly dragging her fingers through her hair, the scratching and tugging helping her focus again. But reaching in doesn’t help, Glimmer looks panicked, lashing out as best she can with weakened kicks. Ironically in some ways, Catra has to withdraw when Glimmer bites her with a snarl. “SPARKLES!”

It’s a light switch. Glimmer finally stops struggling, and instead squints up at her. “C-Catra?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me. I need to-” She’s barely motioned again to the injury when Glimmer gasps and curls tighter.

“No!”

“Don’t be an idiot!” The box rattles again when Glimmer stares at her as if the last few years never happened. She’s shaking. They are wasting time. “You need to- I need...just. Move your hands for a minute, please, Glimmer, I can’t help if you won’t let me see what’s wrong!”

Glimmer doesn’t move her hands, but she stops fighting when Catra reaches again. It’s not as big as Catra feared, but it certainly isn’t good either. A patch a bit larger than her fist is missing skin and fat, there something small and tube like poking out amidst the missing flesh. The bleeding is mostly from the other side. Explosion? Ballistic? Glimmer’s left side has a wound too, a clear cut exit wound that was hidden by her body.

Catra can feel the terrified purring kicking in as she scrambles to rip Glimmer’s cape into a half assed bandage. She rips off her own shirt to have more fabric. She’d rip of her own fucking skin if it would help. Strip by strip if she could use it to heal.

But she can’t, and she isn’t a medic, and she can’t save her this time. She can’t save her from this.

“I’m going to pick you up, we need to get to Adora.” It’s not up for debate, just a statement of facts as Catra hauls Glimmer into her arms. Her ribs scream and her back must be on fire but it doesn’t matter. “Hang on.”

“Yup,” Glimmer wheezes, obviously trying to be light hearted as she can.

Catra doesn’t even remember running back. Not really. She remembers checking in on Glimmer what felt like every few seconds. She remembers almost tripping on a body. But her focus is on the amazing woman in her arms. She barely even remembers passing Glimmer over into Adora’s hands, white magic pouring from She-Ra’s infinite well into their friend.

“You don’t understand!”

“Well enlighten me!”

They stand almost nose to nose, both huffing and nearly panting after shouting at one another.

“YOU WERE DEAD CATRA!”

The fight is sucked right out of her. “...yeah, I was.”

“Shut up, shut up! You were dead and it was my fault!” Glimmer is an ugly crier. Her face gets blotchy and her nose runs like a fountain. Somehow that’s so much worse than if she’d shed a single tear, because it’s for her.

“It wasn’t-”

But Glimmer grabs her and hauls her in roughly. The kiss is intense and lightning fast before Glimmer is hiccupping into her neck. “It was, it was, it was. And-and-and you wouldn’t have known, Catra! It hurt to see you like that, I never, ever want to see that again, okay!? So STOP trying to throw it all away!”

At the time she’d been too stunned to really think it through. But here, now, watching with bated breath and Glimmer’s heart stops even as She-Ra’s magic becomes blinding...she gets it.

Bow’s hand is on her shoulder, both having to turn away from the light, when Catra finally puts a name to it. That feeling she had when Glimmer had kissed her, the drop in her stomach when she’d found her. The box tumbles out and bursts open on the ground.

I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her.

I can’t lose her. I can’t!

But really, when has what she wanted ever mattered?

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dicennio · 5 years

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Here are few tips to color manga panels. This is not a tutorial bc I’m a loser but I hope it helps someone in someway~

FIRST: You need to now the basics regarding cleaning manga, once you get your manga cap ready we can start.

1) I prefer to get ride of all the gray scales because this way your coloring look less messy. When you leave the grayscale the outcome isn’t bad per se but you can see it throught the coloring you know?

2) Once your manga cap is ready select your layer > go to channels > load channel as selection > supr

3) Duplicate your original layer, set the layer blend in multiply and then you can add your base colors between the orig layer and the duplicated one!

4) To make your workspace more friendly separate each color into groups and name them!

5) Once you’re done putting the base colors you can start adding shadows. I tend to choose a color slightly darker than the one I use for the base

6) add a new layer > set it in multiply > add the shadows here. You can add as many shadow layers as you want.

6) Smudge tool is your friend when woking with shadows, I use it a lot bc it helps to blend the colors / make your shadows look more smoth (or if you’re super lazy you can select your layer > filter > blur > gaussian blur)

A FEW NOTES

I put all the base colors before I start shading AND I don’t care about the amount of layers I use to add shadows

When it comes to add highlights I always add them when the shadows are done. Usually white > soft light blend mode

I redraw most of my manga caps bcs I don’t like sfx sounds, to redraw certain patterns/lines clone stamp tool is your fried.

When it comes to coloring eyes I usually redraw them again so I can color them properly:

here’s a lil tutorial on how coloring eyes:

Once your entire coloring is done you can start to play with saturation, levels, curves etc. I tend to do this procces in a new document, to do it so I save the colored page as png and then I open it again to add some effects/textures/etc.

I can’t think in anything else to add, so if yall wanna know something and I can help just let me know and I’ll add here asap~

#I'm sorry if this isn't /that/ helpful tbh #these are just basics but if it helps someone then GOOD.#bc as i said im a loser who is still improving #but i repeat if you wanna know something specific just reply here and i'll try to add it~#gfx asks

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 4 years

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The Meeting: Part 2

You want us...to join the Future Foundation?

That’s insane! What are you thinking!?

Of course, it’s just my opinion. But if anyone has any objections, then please speak freely.

However, think about it from this perspective. Even though they’re talents that were inserted into them prior to their placement in the killing game, they are still Ultimate Students just like us.

Himiko is a magician, which means in the entertainment industry she’ll be able to spread happiness and hopes with her magic tricks.

For the record, I’m a mage, and I perform real magic, not tricks...But yeah, I perform magic for the sake of making people smile and cheerful.

Maki is an assassin, which means from a military or combative perspective, she’d help out massively. Right?

I’ve never done bodyguard work, but I know a thing or two about weapon maintenance and stuff...

And Shuichi’s a detective, and it never hurts to have more people in the police department.

I mean...I’d be honored.

My point is, if we were to accept them into our foundation, it would be the best possible scenario. We can provide for them all the things they need to live the rest of their lives in full, and in return, they can be a really useful asset to the world as a whole.

Hm...He does have a point...

But we DON’T KNOW them! You can’t just take in someone that you’ve only known for a day! Like I said, we have no idea who these people are or where they’ve came from other than their own accounts!

As weird as it sounds, I agree with him. You don’t know us. How can you trust us so easily?

...Maybe this sounds silly to you. To all of you...but...

I don’t have any reason other than that I want to believe in you guys...I don’t need a reason other than that!

!!!

...

Maki?

I-If that’s the case...

I promise...I won’t let you down.

This is madness! You’re really saying you’d accept them into this foundation based on a random hunch you get!?

And what’s wrong with that!?

Settle down! This discussion is getting too intense.

Putting it to a majority vote.

Huh?

Depending on how many people here there are who accept the idea, compared to how many are not accepting of it, depends on what we should do.

I agree with that!

Those who think it is an acceptable idea to allow the three of them into the foundation, please raise your hand.

*Everyone except for Byakuya and Kyoko raise their hands.

And now...those who-

Ugh...Don’t bother...

But Branch Chief...I can’t help but notice you didn’t raise your hand...

Ultimately, the final decision goes to me, so I would rather not vote. However...

At the end of the day, while most of us here will accept the help of our three newcomers, it’s entirely up to them what direction they go in.

You promise I can make people smile with my magic? Because if so, I’m on board!

Same here. It’d be an honor to put my detective skills to use.

Like I already said...I promise not to let you down...

Makoto...you...

Hm?

You were able to survive your own killing game...Yet you don’t always think with your head...

You also think with your heart...I appreciate that.

No worries...Just doing what I felt was right...

Byakuya, it’s pretty clear that most of us here support Makoto’s idea over yours. Do you have any further objections?

...I’d like to say yes, but honestly...I don’t have much else to say...

However, I do request one proposition to the Branch Chief...

And what’s that?

In the very least, I demand that the three of them be placed in different branches.

Not in a way that would prevent them from interacting or seeing each other entirely, but in a way that would make it hard for them to get a moment alone together...

At least...until we can fully trust them and accept them as our own...

...

Very well...I agree to this proposition.

Fine by me...but then, what branches will we place them in.

I’d like that to be a topic we discuss at a later time...but I have already been made certain of one thing.

I believe Shuichi should work with me in Branch 1.

Huh!?

Because he’s a detective?

That’s one of my primary reasons, yes, but there’s more to it. I won’t go into full detail though.

What about you Impostor? Doesn’t this go against your own thoughts and feelings on the matter?

Like Fuyuhiko said, this decision could potentially affect the foundation as a whole.

But if the foundation as a whole accepts the three into our ranks...then no, I have no further objections.

In that case, is that all?

Um...wait, just one more thing...

What is it Sonia?

This isn’t related to the current situation in regards to Shuichi, Himiko and Maki, but...

It’s something I thought I’d bring up. It’s very important...

What is it?

*Sonia reaches under the desk and produces the laptop that Kuripa gave her that morning. She turns it on and Alter Ego’s face lights up on the screen.

Hello everyone.

Ah! master, it’s you!

Hello Alter Ego...Did you get that mission completed for Sonia?

Y-Yes I did...but...

That is what I wish to present to everyone...Alter Ego? Kindly show them.

*Alter Ego’s computer screen lights up with a bunch of computer files laid out in a row. There is a considerably noticeable gap in a particular area.

What’s with that?

These are some important, close to the chest, files that are shared between Branch 6 and Branch 2. This morning, I worried there had been a breach in security, so I contacted Chihiro to see if he could overview it.

I was busy with certain procedures this morning, so I couldn’t make it. Instead, I requested Kuripa from Makoto’s Branch to deliever Alter Ego to the office to investigate the files.

(And thanks to that I almost walked in on Sonia and Gundham doing...stuff...)

And what we found...was more concerning than I thought...

What?

I think...the files have been hacked...and certain pieces of data had been stolen.

I want to be surprised, but I also saw that coming. Do you know what files were stolen?

More importantly, why were Future Foundation files stolen? And who the hell would do something like that?

I wouldn’t be too surprised. The foundation definitely has some enemies. Most of whom remain in the shadows.

There are millions of people in this country, and at least a few hundred were actually supportive of Junko Enoshima and the tragedy. It’s not a nice thing to think about, but it is true.

What files in particular were stolen?

All I can tell is that they were files taken from Branch 2′s lab department. The actual information is missing.

The lab department!?

Um...y-yes...!

Let me see that!

*Byakuya alarmingly rushes up to the laptop and starts investigating the files...

D-Dammit! It’s just as I thought!

Wh-What is it!?

The files that were extracted...they’re directly tied to the coding for the resurrection/cloning machines...

The machines that brought everyone back?

You mean someone took information on those? What for!?

...

You don’t think they’re trying to bring the Ultimate Despair back to life do you...

...

*Silence

S-Sorry...let’s not be too hasty...Maybe I’m being paranoid...

Being paranoid would do you good if there’s a pretty probable chance that it could happen...I don’t know how these files were taken, but they contain information that is too important to be released into the world.

It might be my fault they were taken. At an early public press conference I told everyone the truth about the ressurection program. I just couldn’t lie to them, it would make things worse if I did...

You didn’t do anything wrong Makoto. Stop blaming yourself for this.

S-Sorry regardless...

Hm...There’s no use worrying about it now...but we do need to take care of this issue ASAP.

Is there anything else uncovered Alter Ego?

No Ms Kirigiri.

In that case...Meeting adjourned.

I can’t help but feel like we really became unimportant near the end there...

Hey, whatever works. Right now we’re not the big issue the Future Foundation has to deal with.

I gotta say, the whole issue with our situation got cleared up pretty quickly.

But in the very least, I’ve got you two with me. It’ll be hard to ignore what we once were, but like it or not, we ARE Ultimate's now. Helping these people fix the world is the only thing we can do that’s right right now...

I agree...

Yep, same!

Ah, you guys are here...

Ms...Kabuya, right?

Yoruko is fine, and I’ve been asked to tell you your branch numbers and locations, and I’ll give you a quick rundown on the details too.

Ms Kirigiri seemed insistent for you to be in Branch 1 Shuichi, so that’s where you’ll be placed.

I-I see...

Maki, you’re in Branch 2.

You mean the branch with that man with the glasses is in charge of?

Mr Togami wanted to keep a personal close eye on you in particular. He’s the type who holds a grudge, you see?

I can see...

and Himiko will be in Branch 4.

Ok! Thank you for this!

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bringontheemos · 4 years

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CHAPTER 7 of Itachi Uchiha x OC Yuri!

I’ll get into an updating groove at some point but school and work are killers right now😓

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"Why don't you tell us who you are? What's an Akatsuki member doing by themselves?"

"Ah-choo! Akatsuki? What's that?"

It looked like I may have upset each of them a little. "What do you mean 'what's that?' Are you messin with me?!" The blonde kid grabbed Itachi's cloak and lifted me off the ground with it.

"P-please let g-go." I grunted and tried to pull off his iron grip, but it was useless with my sickened state.

"We need information out of her, Naruto, let her go!" The kid seemed to listen to the pink haired girl. "Here, let me patch you up."

"Thanks... but why would you do that for me?"

"Because, that's just what we do. We're leaf shinobi after all!"

After Sakura healed me, the others asked their questions. "So what happened to the land of flowers?"

"Oh... well I guess since I left, the vegetation has rotted away."

"Why would it matter if you were there or not?"

"My family and I have this strange power that allows life to thrive all around us. My grandpa moved to the land of flowers about 80 years ago and I lived there up until three months ago."

"Okay," The leader sat in front of me. "How did the people die then?"

"Oh... the villagers turned on me. They didn't like me much to begin with but they- they tried to kill me." I hung my head out of shame and bit my lip to try and contain my emotions.

"So you killed them?"

"No! Some people I met saved me."

"Hm." He thought for a moment then retuned his attention to me. "So how did you get mixed up with the Akatsuki?"

"What the hell even is that? You keep saying it but I don't understand what you're talking about. Why do you think I'm even associated with those 'terrible' people in the first place?"

There was silence amongst them. It was as if they were trying to understand if I was actually telling the truth or not. "The cloak you're we-“

"There you are, little flower." That sounds like-!

"Kisame!" I stood up and pranced over to him. "I didn't think you came!"

"Of course I did. We just let you stay with Itachi's shadow clone while we rested. Speaking of which, you look so small in his cloak. Haha."

"I-Itachi?" I heard Naruto stutter.

"That's Kisame Hoshigaki! One of the seven swordsmen of the mist! We have to get out of here!" This Shikamaru seemed concerned too.

"You won't be going anywhere-"

I held out my arms to shield the group. "That's enough, Kisame! You're gonna scare my new ninja friends!"

"Friends?" Itachi's voice appeared next to me.

"Itachi.. Uchiha?!"

"Of course. They're really pleasant and nice when you get to know them. Isn't that right?" I look to the group to urge them to defend themselves.

"R-right!" Said the girls. The rest of the group seemed uneasy and unsure of what their next step should be.

"As far as I'm concerned," Itachi started. "They hurt you. That's unacceptable. Besides, they have the nine tails with them." Itachi's eyes changed from brown to red. He seemed upset, but, maybe, hesitant to do anything to the group.

'Oh no. What should I do?' I formed a thick wall of shrubs in front of the kids and commanded a burst of pollen to act as a smoke screen and deterrent.

"Tch. I can still find them, Yuri."

"I know that but you'll stay right here. Both of you will!"

Both of the men complied and gave up on going after the shinobi when they realized how difficult it would be to get past my complaints.

"Anyway what's this Akatsuki group they kept asking me about?"

Leaf ninja:

"Well she helped us out so that's good!" Kiba and Akamaru were at the front of the group.

"Man! I wanna go back and fight!"

"No, Naruto! We don't know if the enemy is following us or not."

"They aren't." Hinata quickly scanned the area. "My byakugan isn't picking them up anywhere close by. They're still next to Yuri."

"At any rate, we have to report back to Lady Tsunade ASAP."

"Right!" They sang out.

~~~~~~

"I see. So that's what happened, huh?" Tsunade processed everything her group told her.

"Yes, milady."

"After you all have rested up, I want you to go find this woman and bring her to me. I'll assign a couple more people and spilt into smaller three-man groups since we're dealing with the Akatsuki."

"What?! Why do you want us to do that?" Sakura couldn't understand why the hokage would want to capture the girl.

"Well think about it," Shikamaru explained. "If she's with the Akatsuki they might try to use her powers for something. Seeing as she doesn't have any fighting skills or knowledge of who they are makes her easy to control. She's putty in the palm of their hand."

"Those jerks! They won't get away with that!"

"Yeah, yeah, Naruto. We'll get her when we head out next. My feet are killin me!"

Yuri's group:

After the Leaf ninja escaped, both Akatsuki members prepared for the evening. Yuri's question remained unanswered because Kisame couldn't be bothered and Itachi chose not to respond to her.

Yuri went into the woods to grab some extra firewood for the night. "Here. I'll join you." Uchiha lead the way into the forest and aided the search.

"Hey, Itachi,"

"I'm listening."

Yuri wanted to know more about this man so she asked, "is there anyone you care about?"

"What do you mean?" At this point, the only one making a real effort to gather wood was Itachi. Yuri was fiddling with a twig.

"Uh- I don't know... I guess just anyone. An older sister? Next door neighbor? M-maybe even a lover?" Despite her embarrassment about the topic she started, she found herself choosing bold words which piqued the man's interest.

He stepped to the small pile he made before sitting down. "I have a younger brother, if that's what you mean to ask."

"Really? What's his name?" She sat beside him.

"His name is Sasuke." Yuri let Itachi talk about his younger brother without interrupting because she noticed the glimmer of pride in his eyes. He then went on to tell her about his late best friend, too. She noticed the aching pain of it all, but didn't want to ruin his mood by asking. This is the happiest she had seen him since they met.

"I'm glad you have him. He sounds like a smart kid! I'm sorry about your friend. He sounds kind." Yuri showed a genuine smile then looked back to the stars. "I don't really have anyone like that anymore and I've never had any siblings, so I don't have anyone that I'm able to care for. My parents weren't around much either."

Tilting his head up, the Uchiha said, "I'm sure that one day you'll find someone important to you."

Itachi's soft voice and calming presence had always put Yuri's mind at ease. Never had she felt unsafe when he was around.

'How could those kids so scared?' She thought to herself. This one person had a place in her heart that she couldn't ignore. 'I've never felt something like this before, but... he is special to me.'

Yuri buried her head in her arms and sighed. "Yeah. I think... that person is you now."

"Hm?" He pressed and she quickly sat up, trying to direct the attention in her high pitched voice. Itachi chuckled and took them both back to the fire so they could sleep.

#anime #books & libraries #shounen #writing #itach uchiha #itachi uchiha #yuri uchiha #kisame #naruto

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konohagakurekakashi · 4 years

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Rinne-Whoops (Who Died and Brought you Back out)

Thread continued from here.

All things considered Kakashi thought that the Yamanaka Clan Head was taking the whole, “living-dead” situation and his half-assed theories rather well, if the flicker within the man’s narrowed, emerald hues and the incredulous bowing of his brows could be considered as such. At this point in time Kakashi was opting for a “glass half-full” standpoint, seeing as he has yet to be carted off to the Hidden Leaf’s Performance and Psychological Evaluation Unit or at the very least, the tent that now served its function. At the Yamanaka’s cautious query the Copy-nin managed a hum dipped in a confirmative tone and a nod of his head; his calloused digits releasing the curtains to settle back within the nadirs of his pockets.

“Hai…I’m sure. Should death occasioned the sudden dullness of my senses however, I made a Raitōn clone to cover my…or should I say our…tracks...” After amending his sentence, his stare found the slumbering lump on the Futōn once more, before said gaze flickered up at the creak of cedar, the sliding doors giving way to reveal a sheepish Ino.

Kakashi appreciated the way the kunōichi warned them both of her presence, before physically ‘alerting’ them, despite being off the clock and within her own home. Her clever foresight (while wholly unaware of the seriousness of the situation) a tell of how much the girl has matured since her Chūnin Exam match against Sakura. ‘Kami was that really so long ago?’ Somehow Kakashi felt ancient despite only being in his twenties, another confirmative hum leaving his throat at Inōichi’s pointed glance, before following it up with a friendly eye-crinkle for Ino’s benefit.

Should he be honest Kakashi doubted that he would be able to stomach tea or the awkward small talk that usually followed it (especially if the tea-sipping event would only involve Tsubaki-san; a retired Kunōichi he’s only ever greeted over a tinned-tomato shelf and her daughter) but Kakashi already breached their doorstep with enough trouble to incite a civil war upon the upcoming war against S-ranked terrorists; he couldn’t very well deject Inōichi’s words and hospitality after requesting his help--not when the tea leaves were already steeped. Kakashi liked to believe that he had some sense of decorum, regardless of what his kids believed.

Plus the glimmer of disappointment evident within Ino’s teal gaze once it was clear that her father would not be joining them, was nothing sort of a B-rank Genjutsu and really, Kakashi did NOT want to add to /that/--Notwithstanding the fact that thinking about his Raitōn clone flared his worry anew. Maa, he supposed that it was a good thing that it was still active and has yet to be dispelled. ‘Glass Half-full mentality and all that’. As soon as the door slid shut once more, Kakashi exhaled through his nose, fingers twitching within his pockets.

“Iie…Your loyalty was never in question, Inōichi-san.” He knew from both the Sandaime, Yondaime and Godaime’s affirmations that few were as loyal as those who formed part of the Ino-Shika-Cho trio; but with the Godaime indisposed and the winds of change tugging at the Hashirama branches, Kakashi just didn’t want to risk putting them in a position where they would have to put old allegiances, before new ones. He didn’t want to force them into a position where a warmonger might brand them traitor for doing a good, solid thing. Yet, Kakashi didn’t voice this. Instead he gifted the elder Yamanaka with the same lazy eye-crinkle he awarded his daughter but a few beats prior. He had no other choice. “…I know you’ll do whatever you can to help sensei…So Gambatte ne...Inoichi-san.” Kakashi then ambled towards the study door without any further input, closing the study door behind him with an audible ‘click’.

He would just have to have faith that Shikaku would manage to ward off Danzo’s ‘grabbing motions’ for the Hokage hat and win Tsunade-sama more recovery time via his infamous logic and hereditary Nara deadpan. ‘Glass half-full. Glass half-full’. Incongruously so, his positive mantra shrivelled and died (a quick, embarrassing death) as soon as the Hatake stepped over the threshold into Tsubaki’s kitchen, the vortex of scents and the intensity of her welcoming grin giving the Jōnin pause; afore the matriarch lunged at him with a speed that could rival one of Gai’s whirlwind kicks, then warm hands tightened to haul him into the direction of an expertly set table; a flurry of questions (all involving girlfriends and future, marriage prospects) accompanying each tug at his elbow. ‘Glass half-full? Glass half-full? What Hogwash.’

Viewpoint ☼ skippety ☼ skip ☼ skip ☼

Within the Akimichi compound, Akimichi Chōza was in the midst of simmering a mixture of flour and cooking fat in the hopes of making a thick roux, one of the main ingredients for his clan’s yellow, curry pills. The house was quiet, save for the steady bubble of the lard and the creak of the floorboards each time he moved or adjusted his weight. The lack of bustle was due to the fact that Chōji and Shikaku’s kid were having dinner with Kurenai and his dear wife was still out with her friends from the Haha Rengōgun; the ladies opting in taking turns since the Pein Attack™ to scrunch up and serve meals for those confined to the make-shift, tent barracks. Chōza didn’t mind the stillness while he was working however, the calm from his usually brash household affording him the ability to reflect. Bulky, calloused fingers coiled about a handful of beet chips, whilst the other hand focussed on stirring the roux, swift crunches joining the creak of wood and the bubble-gurgle of fat.

Like most Shinobi of his rank, the Clan Head’s thoughts wandered towards the Fire Capital and like all of the other Jōnin said thought was followed by a deep, weary sigh. He had the utmost faith in Shikaku and would gladly walk into an active volcano to be roasted like a seasoned, pork belly, if the action was penned in one of the Nara’s strategies for the betterment of the Leaf. But the Akimichi also knew Danzō and was one of the few present outside of Tsunade-sama’s tent when the war-hawk started to cajole the other members in the Go-Ikenban into leaving for the Daimyō��s palace.

The Elder’s hunger for the title of ‘Fire Shadow’ was as infamous as the gluttony of a goldfish and with the title finally within his reach (more so than ever before, at least) Chōza believed that the old shinobi would do absolutely everything within his power to finally clasp onto the hat for real—the wishes of the Jōnin and Clan Council be /damned/ (and oh how they refuted the idea of another timeworn Hokage, even the Hūyga, who usually tended to supplement the decisions of the advisors).

The roux was soon joined by Tonkatsu, soy and a dash of honey, afore the Akimichi paused to grab another fist full of chips. One of the mauve crisps escaped his hold and plopped onto the floor, causing the man to ‘tsk’, disappointed and shake his head, his red mane swaying at the action. “Yare…Yare, making me bend my knees like this. You really don’t deserve to be eaten, I don’t care how good you look, I should just throw you out of the window…”

Chōza was about to pluck the escapee from beside his feet when the tinge of warm, candle-wax suddenly oozed above the spoor of curry; effectively grabbing the Akimichi’s attention. He shifted, beady hues travelling about the length of his kitchen until his stare settled on the faint glow of orange within the shadow of his wife’s fruit bowl (an anniversary gift from the in-laws). There, only detectable to the one the message was intended for, pulsed Kanji in the unmistakable hand of his teammate and oldest friend. Speak of the devil and he will appear—or in this instance, his Fūin.

急

Still within Capital. Danzō declared official Rokudaime Candidate. Root agent sent ahead. Something amiss in Konoha. Require status report asap.

急

At the confirmation of his earlier, grave musings the clan head cursed, twisting around to remove the roux from the stove and to switch the appliance off. Without a constant heat-source, the curry would be ruined; but alas, it would appear they had bigger fish to fry and Chōza really didn’t want to add a blazing forest fire to the ever growing list of catastrophes that Konoha seemed to be a steady beacon for. The Akimichi then proceeded to stalk out of his kitchen, crushing the ‘escapee-chip’ underneath his heel and not bothering with concealing the message that was already starting to fade. Taking the Engawa steps two at a time, Chōza then power-walked into the direction of the Nara Forest, hoping that Inōichi would be home and that he or Tsubaki wouldn’t mind the impromptu visit. Damn Nara, how he hated being the bearer of bad news.

Two metres and twelve steps over the forest boundary, Chōza glimpsed the approaching figures of his son and Shikamaru, the first waving what seemed to be a milk-bun back and forth. “Eh, Tou-san? Konbanwa!! Why are you walking so fast, are you trying to lose weight again?” The Elder Akimichi ignored the seemingly innocent query to pin both boys, iie, /Shinobi/ with a leaden stare, effectively halting their strides.

“Chōji, Shikamaru, I’m on my way to the Yamanaka Compound. Chinatsu-san is not home yet, so I need you both to go to Godaime-sama’s tent. Tell Shizune-san that we’ve received word from the capital. No one should be allowed into the tent, Tsunade-sama’s guard is not to be rotated and anyone trying to gain entry into the tent, especially Anbu, should be detained until either Shikaku or Ibiki can question them. Understood?” To their credit and with a sliver of pride eddying within Chōza’s chest, neither of the boys dared to ask further questions, merrily nodding their heads in the affirmative, before setting off in the direction they ambled from once more.

Chōza watched the boys go for a moment longer, troubled orbs almost staring through their retreating forms, until the cry of a Sparrowhawk overhead pulled him from his reverie and reminded him of his task. He so wished that they didn’t have to see the terrors of war, but really, Chōza surmised that sixteen, care-free years were all a Shinobi and a Shinobi parent could ask for; demanding more would be akin to testing the fates…still. Another, bone-weary sigh followed afore the 15th Akimichi Clan Head started forwards once more. Bearer of bad news indeed.

@senjutsunade @minaa-munch

#konohagakurekakashi #Hatake Kakashi [The Scarecrow]#Namikaze Minato [Flake-sensei]#Senju Tsunade [Godaime Sake-sama]#Aka Sleeping Beauty #AU Verse: Rinne-whoops #Reincarnation AU #This is about the best I can do with fluids leaking out of my eyes and nose-thus I haven't beta-read it.#I'm just happy that I finally replied #Despite completely disregarding Minato's mindscape--That's your baby ne CI #Minaa-munch #Senjutsunade #Honourable Mention: Ino-shika-cho #Timeline: Kaka-Sensei/Part II

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arc-77 · 4 years

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"Captain - We've reached Civilian Evac Point Gamma." There's a pause on his end of commlink. "Sir, they were hit with some kind of chemical weapon. We found... seven survivors, sir. Please advise."

The Separatists had no qualms in the use of weapons of mass destruction Chemical, biological, radiological, or otherwise, nothing was out of the question. Many of their plots had already been thwarted over the course of the war, in fact, and they formed a shadow in the back of the mind of every clone that shipped out from Kamino. When would they have to finally use that CBRN training for real?

“If your team has any probe droids or helmet imagers, activate them and give us remote access ASAP.”

While identifying the exact agent used could wait until the proper investigatory teams arrived, seeing the weapons’ effects then would narrow it down and greatly inform their overall response. Judging from the soberness of the medic’s voice, he assumed it was going to be ugly, and steeled himself accordingly.

“Find adequate shelter a safe distance from the evac point and move the survivors there. I’m sending my Lieutenant in another dropship — your priority is to keep them stable until he arrives with more instructions. Advisors will be on the line if you need us, Trooper. Good luck, and keep that helmet tight.”

While his command post had medical facilities, the chemical weapons factor dictated a much higher level of security for the wounded than it would be able to handle. Once they were on the return trip, the flight would be assigned a fighter escort and directed straight to their orbiting flagship. It was not purely out of concern for the civilians, no. The reason was that much colder, a matter of intelligence work and legal documentation. Debriefing those civilians was of utmost importance: the GAR had to know exactly what they were up against in order to minimize their own losses.

#v: Desperate Measures #trooperstitch

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simonlovelazy · 5 years

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Saeran/Reader Halloween Fic

This is my very late contribution to the Halloween craze!!!

(Hey, it’s still Halloween here, ok?)

Title: The One Without a Costume

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Saeran/ Reader, Saeran/You

Tags: Teen and up audiences, mostly crack, attempt at writing something hot lol

Word count: 2452

Summary: You have a theory about people going to costume parties without costumes, but maybe Saeran will manage to change your mind?

takes place somewhere in the secret endings or whenever you want it to

AO3 link

The One Without a Costume

You would need way more fingers to count how many times you've heard the good old "don't judge a book by its cover" speech. But there is at least one situation when the rule does not apply. If you're at a costume party, a Halloween costume party to make the sin of dullness even more pronounced, and see a guy sporting his casual clothes, you know exactly what kind of story he is.

You wait for Halloween the way kids wait for their Christmas gifts, and you’d happily buy yourself an Advent calendar counting down the days of October instead of December, but you don’t think anyone has ever come up with an idea to produce one. You always think what you’re going to dress up as in advance; it takes days to gather the supplies and fabrics, and then even more days (and nights) to sew and glue things together. While the process in itself is a joy, the costume party is the crowning moment, and this you enjoy the most.

Some people can’t spend so much time or money on their costumes, or they simply don’t care as much as you, and it’s perfectly fine. A bandage mummy and a sheet ghost are not a repelling view – you enjoy the last-moment costumes and giggle at these conveying a pun.

But the ones without a costume? They don’t attend these parties to have some fun, no, they’re here to announce how much they despise dressing-up, you, and the notion of having fun altogether. Excuse me, sir, but is this too much fun for you? Should we turn the music down? Or maybe, take our stupid costumes and get out?

You shift from foot to foot. Who would have thought your mouth would turn into the Sahara after a song or two of dancing (and violent singing along)? And this guy! He isn't even pouring himself the damn punch!

That's it. You readjust your protruding fang, grab a hold of your cloak, and march in the direction of the notorious punch-stirrer with a sense of dignity, head held up high.

The tactic is to intimidate him with your sheer presence, so without a word, you stand next to him and wait. You have to give him that – even if nothing says “to hell with Halloween” more than a basic black and white raglan t-shirt, the atmosphere around him is saturated with gloom. You’re almost grateful he’s ignoring you and hasn't even looked up from the damn bowl. If his stiff posture and silent determination in stirring can be any determiners, his glare must kill on the spot.

And so he looks up. "What?"

You gasp.

You were right about intensity of his stare. But boy, are his eyes a spooky surprise! One gold and one mint eye narrow at you. The only thing today you expected less than this was the guy who suddenly detached his hand and threw it across the room, scoring well-deserved three points and a little round of applause when it slapped the host across his beautiful face.

Oh, and also:

"You look just like this dude running around in a dress! The one with wings and a halo."

He closes his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Take what you need and go away."

You do a once- over at the table. Melting ghost-cupcakes, cookies with yellow pumpkins made of watery icing, and... you actually don't know what cups of dirt are supposed to resemble, or if they're edible at all. Really makes you wonder how much Zen splurged on catering this year.

"Yeah, but no, just wanted something to drink. Are you done with this?" you ask, pointing at the punch. He hasn't let go of the ladle for a single moment.

"No," he answers with a scowl. "Still haven't found it."

"Found what?"

"My other lens."

Suddenly you're not thirsty anymore. How do you lose a contact lens in a bowl of punch is a mystery you don't venture to solve.

"Are you going to put it back in your eye when you find it?"

He actually dumps the ladle and throws you the most incredulous look you've ever been gifted. He has quite a repertoire of glares, you must say.

"No."

"Then, why not forget about it and enjoy the party? But first, maybe flush the whole thing down the toilet, 'cause if someone chokes himself to death, I'll be the first one to point at you to the cops."

"At least if someone chokes, we’ll have one convincing ghost in here," he says half-smiling, which suits him in a devilish kind of way. And he’s kinda right – the ghost girls in short skirts may be cute, but they have small chances to scare anyone present.

You're about to make a brilliant remark when he grabs the massive vessel and walks off.

"Come on, you'll open the door for me," he throws without turning his head, and you find yourself scurrying behind him before you have the time to question it.

The trip isn't long which isn't surprising considering the size of the apartment. The problem is that there are more people squeezed on one square metre than it should be physically possible, and still more and more guests pours in and, naturally, at least half of the gathering is partying in the line to the bathroom. There's Aladdin and his Carpet (she's not having a good time, you can tell), a promiscuous cat, three colourful feathery beings, and yes, you have found Wally, and guessing by the colour of his face, he really needs to go in asap.

"Kitchen?"

"Kitchen."

When the punch is finally gone in the kitchen sink, or more precisely, spluttered all over the mountains of the dirty dishes (still no signs of the lens to be seen), you start shifting uncomfortably. It must be a Halloween miracle (or rather a trick of fate) because there’s no one in the kitchen save for you and the guy without a costume.

Only the muted echoes of music reach in here, so when you clear your throat, the sound is deafening. “I think I should go now.”

“Why so fast? Is anyone waiting for you?” he asks. He's leaning on the counter, the tap behind his back letting out droplets like a metronome. One silence, two silences, three silences...

In the pale light of the full moon, seeping through the window on the side, the shadows on his face become more pronounced and sinister. Even though he's not wearing a terrifying disguise, or any disguise at all, he gets a shiver out of you.

“I came here with a friend.”

“But?” he initiates, raising an eyebrow. Maybe he noticed how you were dancing alone on the makeshift dance floor.

“But the last time I saw her, she was getting handsy with a werewolf in the parking lot.”

He hums thoughtfully. “She shouldn't have left you alone.”

It may be an attempt at consolation, but the way he says it earns another shiver from you. Was his voice low like this earlier?

You step back to lean on the fridge and fold your arms, trying to mirror his casualness.“What are you doing here, anyway? You don't strike me as a costume-party animal.”

“Wasn't really my choice. I had to come because I'm in the same organisation as our Zen.”

The only organisation that comes to your mind is the RFA, but again, he doesn't look like a guy doing charity work. Not that you have time to mull it over with him lazily leaving his spot and coming in your direction.

Suddenly you understand the infamous toil of breathing in a corset.

“And you? A musical actor, perhaps?” he asks, jumping on a counter next to the fridge. You don't like how his new spot allows him to look down at you.

For a terrible second you think the hand he's reaching out will be placed somewhere on you, and you freeze in both panic and anticipation. You only allow yourself to breath out when it lands above your head and starts playing with magnets.

It’s hard to tell if he's playing with you or being clueless.

What was the question again?

“Haha, no. The werewolves-favouring girl is. I'm just the unnecessary plus one.”

He takes his hand away from the fridge, visibly pleased with the rearranged magnetic letters. You twist your neck to see better, and surely enough, they spell some nasty words. How old is he?

A warm breath tingles your exposed skin where the high collar has slid down a little, the stranger still hovering above your head. You will yourself to face him again, but then, oh Lord, his playful smirk can't mean anything good.

This time his hand aims for you, you can tell by how his funny eyes never leave your face. He's not hurrying anywhere, and you can't stand the anticipation; it's hard to stand still as he closes the distance between you even more, ever so slowly.

Against your better judgement, you pucker up your lips, but his hand doesn't cup your face like you hoped it would. Instead, he gets the hold of your chin with his thumb, and the next thing you know, the soft pad of his index finger traces the outline of your lips. He brushes your cupid's bow with a feathery-like delicacy, grazes your bottom lip, and pushes it slightly down. You open your mouth just a little, paying no heed to the gasp escaping it in the process, and only then you realise that the poking out fang has been painfully biting on your lip the whole time.

“I wouldn't say–”

“Saeran!” Someone turns all the lights on. “Stop hiding out like that, my costume is incomplete without you!”

You jump away from said Saeran, adjust the collar of your cloak in the name of decency, and wholeheartedly hope that your pale make-up manages to cover the blush underneath.

Saeran's clone creeps in the threshold, clutching a hem of his white gown with an unexpected skill and grace.

“Oh! Am I interrupting something?” he asks innocently, but comes a couple steps closer to the two of you.

“Yes, yes, you are!” Saeran growls, straightening. You can't help but share his annoyance. What it was exactly and where it was going – you don't know – and now, you may never get the chance to find out.

“Sorry~” Saeran's clone wears a mischievous grin which doesn't quite match the halo on his head. “At least put on these,” he says, throwing something in your general direction. Only when Saeran catches it, you can take a better look. It's a head-band with devil's horns attached to it.

So he has a costume, after all. Not the most elaborate, but still better than nothing. He doesn’t look too keen to wear it, though.

"No horns, no party!” the one in a dress yells enthusiastically.

"I’ll choose ‘no party,’ then."

"Not an option! Sorry, I’m not the one making the rules. So, suit up and come – let's get this party started with some conga line, whaddya say?” he's about to leave when he turns around once more, “The vampire princess is also invited~”

And with the last wiggle of his eyebrows, the dress-clad guy is gone.

You snatch the horns from Saeran's hands – it's the cheap-plastic kind of deal you can get at any festival. And surely enough, you find the switch. The glowing red horns land on his head, sticking out almost seamlessly from his dishevelled red locks.

“And now you too?” He tries to throw it off, but you stop him.

“Oh, c’mon! Make my millennium.” You step back a little to give him an assessing look. “Suits you.”

Saeran shakes his head in a feigned disbelief, “There’s a special spot in hell for sinners like you.”

“I’d love to find out what you’d do to me if I got there, but I’m afraid I’m immortal.” You say in, what you hope is, a seductive whisper.

From this angle, the red lights glimmer in his eyes like a warning.

“We'll have to make do with the time we have tonight,” he says.

It must have been flirting done right because he grabs you by your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“Wanna get out of here, princess?” he murmurs to your ear, the timbre of his husky voice shattering your facade of composure.

You only manage to hum in response, but it’s enough, and soon you find yourself lead out the kitchen and through the crowd of sweaty bodies, his hand never letting go of yours. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you’re looking around afraid that Saeran’s brother will appear in front of you to ruin the fun.

It’s been a while since you’ve done something spontaneous, and somehow Saeran seems to be a perfect person to be irresponsible with. God, you needed this. You run and giggle at how stupid it is that you’re dressed up as a vampire and yet feel so alive.

When you finally reach the door, you still keep an eye on the surroundings, making sure you’re out of radar range while Saeran is skimming trough the overflowing hallstand. You came here wearing only your cloak, but something tells you, you won’t be cold tonight. He finally pulls out his leather jacket from underneath the tons of other clothes, but he’s not done there until he fishes out car keys from some other jacket’s pocket.

“It’s not yours, is it?” you ask, but he only smiles in a truly devilish way and goes out.

Yes, definitely, he’s not the bore you took him for. The party hasn’t even started yet.

You only catch him up at the end of the staircase leading out of this weird underground apartment. He pushes the door open, ready to go into the night, knowing that you’ll follow, but you tag at his arm stalling him in place.

“No, wait!”

He turns to you with an adorably puzzled look, and you do the only logical thing. His jacket isn’t zipped up, it barely hangs on him, and it’s almost too easy to stand up on your toes and aim where every vampire would. The contact ends in a blink, but leaves you gasping for breath.

Your dark lipstick leaves a mark on his pale neck. He looks pleased, but still very much puzzled, and the recognition lights up in his eyes only when you jingle the keys in his face.

“I’m driving.”

On that day, Yoosung promised himself that under no circumstances will he ever take care of party snacks again.

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