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muckii · 3 months

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Captain Kupidd

Wordcount: 1493 Summary: Kidd is bored and decides to help his three most shy crew mates along. TW: None ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Those fuckers are pitiful to watch! We should do something.” said the Captain in his usual annoyed voice and his frown growing when his first Mate answered “Leave it alone Kidd! They have to figure this out for themselves!” Killer releases a sigh and continues “Besides You know how sensitive Nyja is.” Kidd rolled his eyes, but a devilish grin spread across his lips and made it his personal challenge to meddle in his little sister's lovelife.

Meanwhile Nyja played cards with Heat and Wire, each of them secretly loving one another. The trio was blissfully unaware that they have become the Captains latest pastime activity against boredom. “You win again? Are you cheating big guy?” Nyja stared at Wire in suspicion. “I don’t need to cheat, I'm just that good.” Wire said proudly. Heat and Nyja just looked at each other for a second then gave each other a nod before starting to tickle Wire. It didn't take long for them to find the other cards, however their positions were almost sandwich like and each one more self conscious about it than the other. Big blushes on their faces and they awkwardly took their original positions again.

“Heat, Captain wants a word with you in his workshop!” Killer said to the droopy eyed Bluette Haired man. “Sorry guys, looks like you are on your own!” Heat excused himself and left Nyja who was suddenly very aware of herself with Wire. “Are you alright? Your face is all red. Do you have a fever?” Wire asked and took his huge Hand and placed it gently on her forehead. If at all possible her face became redder than her fiery hair. “I-I’m fine.” She shyly said while looking up at him, because even when sitting he was way taller than she was.

Meanwhile in the Captains workshop. “You wanted to see me Master Kidd?“ Kidd was working on something and without looking up he said “So, you like my little sister?” As always Kidd wasn’t beating around the bush. Heat froze in his tracks, he wasn’t quite sure where this was going and if his Captain knew does this mean that she knew too? “I do… How did you know?” Heat mumbled more to himself than really asking the captain. Kidd turned his head so fast you could hear a crack somewhere in that neck of his “I know everything that’s happening on my ship! Besides, why don’t you just get it over with and tell her? Hell, from where I’m standing you probably could just kiss her. You are a Pirate, are you not? So take the things you want. And if that’s not how you do things then use these!” Kidd shoved a pair of chrome cuffs that had fire on one and wires on the other.

When it was Dinner time and the whole crew was in the galley, Nyja sat next to Kidd and Heat as usual. “Nyja, we are gonna do some renovations to Victoria. Your room being one of them so from today on, you’ll share a room with Heat and Wire.” Nyja who was drinking at the time spit Killers homemade cola straight into Heats face when Kidd said that. “Thanks for the heads up?!” Nyja deadpanned “Can’t I just share a room with you?” her eyes darted to Kidd. “No you can’t. We are grown ups, you are my little sister. I don’t want you anywhere near my fucking room!” Kidd replied with a smirk, in his mind this would do the trick. “But there's no space.” Wire replied, fully aware of how stupid that statement was, but the man knew if they would end up cuddling together somehow, he would not be able to control himself anymore. “Then push your fucking beds together, use your brains!” Kidd growled and his deadly glare indicated that this discussion was over.

When Nyja entered the room with her stuff, Heat and Wire had already pushed the beds together and were obviously super uncomfortable and awkward. “You know guys, I can sleep on the floor if this is weird.” She said, picking up on the mood. “WHAT?!” Heat and Wire replied simultaneously. “Of course you are not gonna sleep on the floor. Don’t be silly!” Heat added, coming close to Nyja ruffling her hair. “I’ll just take a quick shower. Ok?” She said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

While Nyja was in the shower, Heat talked to Wire about the conversation he had with Kidd and handed him the cuff with wires on it. He immediately hid it between his things in the cupboard unlike Heat who waited for Nyja to come back out of the bathroom. Wire got the hint and gave them some privacy, but he was not quite ready yet. After all, if he would tell her how he felt, she would also need to deal with his desires.

When Nyja entered the room she saw Heat sitting on the bed alone, he looked thoughtful. “You alright big guy?” she asked, laying her hand on his thigh. “Nyja, how do you feel about me and Wire? Because, and this is just me speaking for myself, I’ve been in love with you for the longest time now, but Wire and I we always and I mean ALWAYS share. Also I want you to have this.” He shyly handed her the cuff and rubbed the back of his neck. Nyja took a deep breath one could almost mistake it for a sigh and she silently said “M-Me too. I love you too. I always have both of you, that is.” Her face was on fire and her heart was racing, she did not know what to do here. “Can I put it on you?” He asked with a smile while gently tugging some of her behind her ear. His smile grew when she nodded. ‘Click’ One cuff was on.

Wire was a bit annoyed with himself for just running away. He thought it was ironic that Heat was the one to confess first. “Oi! Wire get in here!” He heard his captain yelling from his little workshop. The tall man entered the messy room with a frown on his usually quite emotionless face. “Let me guess. You refused to confess to my sister?” The tall man just sat down next to his captain and nodded. “Think about it, you know how possessive I am and how dominant I get. I know Heat can handle it, but Nyja is so sensitive.” Wire stated. “You underestimate my little sister. She may be silent and sensitive, but she is a tough cookie and she won’t crumble that easily. Here, catch!” Kidd threw two collars and said with a wide grin “Make sure they know who they belong to!”

Wire ran back to the room where he found the two of them heavily making out. He locked the door behind him and went over to the two of them and pulled them apart. She looked at him with big eyes and didn’t know what to say. Instead he pulled her in for a kiss. No words needed. “You are mine! You are both mine!” He grunted through that kiss while placing the collar on her and after the kiss also on Heat.

Wire pushed her gently onto the bed while biting her bottom lip. “Tell us, how far do you wanna go today?” Heat asked while kissing her shoulders from behind her back. “T-Truth is, I've never been with a man so let's just go with the flow. I guess? I don't know. I-Is that ok?” She answered shyly and her head moved nervously between Heat and Wire. They just smiled at her and placed kisses on her head. “Of course it is, Baby girl. But you need a safe word in case we end up going all the way!” Wire added.

“Stars!” She said. Wire cupped her cheeks, lifted her head and said “Also, if at any point you are uncomfortable let us know. I'm not just talking about sex here. Do you understand?” She nodded with a blush on her face. “Say it!” Wire said in a commanding tone. “I-I understand.” Wire was satisfied, he bit her bottom lip and immediately gained access. Their tongues danced together and were fighting for dominance and with each second she could feel the heat in body rising. Heat in the meantime kissed and soon after found her sweet spot on her neck and began to bite it gently, then suck it until there was a clear mark. She could feel it was going to be a long night. The next morning the three of them were sleeping soundly in each others embrace, when suddenly the door opened and Kidd came in and said “You are welcome, fuckers!” “GET OUT!” The three of them yelled and threw their pillows at their captain. But he just grinned, his job was done.

#one piece #fanfic #kidd pirates #heat #wire #eustass kid #self indulgent

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brandnewhuman · 1 year

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IN THE BACK OF

MY MIND

∆one shot∆

Starring:

Elijah kamski x Connor

CONTENT:

Tw: major character death, hurt no fucking comfort bros. Canon typical violence, guns and bullet wounds, maybe a lil gory description(?) Kind of suicide. Angst so much angst it's getting ridiculous

Summary: he needed to make it right

A/N: okay folks i have finally made it. IM PARTICULARLY PROUD OF THIS ONE CAUSE I HAVE NEVER WROTE ACTION SCENES AND IT WAS PRETTY HARD. Anyway, first ship fic too so let's fucking go broskies. This idea came to me because of a convo with @bloodlst . I hope you all like it BYE

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He has always prided himself of being really hard to upset, his control over his own emotions and reactions have been mastered through years of hiding them away from anyone.

But to be completely honest, this was starting to get really unsettling really fast.

Maybe he had really sheltered himself too much, self-imposed Isolation far away from every problem and everything that could disturbed his inner peace for too long, cause right now even he couldn't help the painful and uncomfortable knot growing in his chest.

Ever since he has made his controversial comeback as a cyberlife CEO fully supporting Markus and new Jericho in their struggle for android rights, he has been pestered by the DPD with requested presence during particularly nasty android abuse cases. He understood the need of having him, since he has basically created them, to help the investigations go smoother and get more information out of the androids without traumatising them any further.

Connor hasn't been that happy about it since he knew how unpredictable a scared and traumatised android can be but Elijah had reassured him countless times of how he was more than capable of handling this.

Truth be told, his reason behind being helpful was a little bit more selfish than he would like to admit. Ever since his recent comeback and collaboration with Jericho he has come to face the consequences his hiding away from the world had brought which, unsurprisingly, were quite serious.

For one his already rocky relationship with his brother has somehow been even more affected by the fact that while being in his little own piece of paradise he has ended up being even more unreachable in case of need than before. He expected leaving behind his few and precarious relationships would end up in people resenting him, contrary to the popular belief he did feel guilty though and he knew perfectly well that shutting everyone out has been a really shit move from his part, but what he was supposed to do? He could argue that he deserved a break, he deserved to be left alone even at the cost of sounding selfish.

He has spent his whole life being pulled one way or another, used by everyone and anyone and squeezed past his very limit just to be thrown out in the end. Being kicked out of his own company, the very thing he had built on his own and has cared for since day one, just because he wanted it to be much more than just a mindless mass-production brand was the cherry on top of a very fucking depressing cake.

He was just tired of all of it and no one seemed to get it cause somehow he always managed to be seen by everyone as some sort of narcissist and heartless prick no matter what.

Well not everyone, there was Connor who, for some reason that completely escaped Elijah's comprehension, decided to make it his mission to be the one who would put up with the reclusive CEO. At one point Connor explained it as the closest thing to what humans call "gut feeling" about Elijah being more than just a cryptic and sarcastic asshole, Elijah on the other hand just thought it was poor judgement and really bad taste, maybe even a little bit of masochism.

But despite all his efforts to keep him at arm's length the android really used every bit of his programming perseverance to make Elijah cave in. Hank once said that it's hard to hate the boy when he's the embodiment of a lost puppy around people he likes and Elijah had to agree with that. He was so used to never needing any kind of love from anyone, to never expect anything without the other person having ulterior motives behind their actions that Connor's presence was as scary as it was intoxicating.

The irony of being more comfortable around his own creations rather than humans didn't go unseen, but they were truly quite a pair, always out of place among their own people but never between themselves. Just to think about going back to not having Connor makes him sick, the idea of losing the only person in this world he can give all his unconditional love and trust to without getting back anything less than the same was annoyingly debilitating.

He got so wrapped up in making his own world revolve around Connor and his positive opinion on him that the reality of what the world really thought of him crushed on him like hundreds stones at full speed.

It has been brought to his attention by many rather unpleasant encounters since being back in the city, that he's not just disliked by a large number of humans but by an even bigger amount of androids. Once again not really surprising, the common reason that seemingly brought both humans and androids together against the inventor was always tied to his self-imposed exile in one way or another. Only difference was that androids were undeniably more in the right of being mad and to be honest their hate hurt Elijah more than other humans' disappointment.

He did abandon them, he could and should've done something for them since their very existence is because of him but he just kept hiding away, fooling himself into believing that if he didn't see the problem then it wasn't really there. He could feel the painful and oppressing wave of guilt Connor has described to him so many times and it truly was as terrible as his beloved android described.

That's why when it came to interacting with androids he seemed to lose all that confidence he otherwise always carried around, not even a joke or one of his usual snarky remarks escaped his lips while meeting Markus and the others at Jericho or when an android seemed to recognise him on the street he never dared to allow himself to feel any type of annoyance at their angry gaze.

Connor did end getting more worked up about it for the both of them anyways and he couldn't even begin to explain to his big hearted android why their resentment was well placed and why it wasn't as unfair as how he got treated because of his ex deviant hunter occupation for which he didn't got any choice. From Elijah point of view it was just some well-deserved payback for a really big fucked up.

Which led him to accept captain Fowler's offer of helping Hank and Connor with android cases as some sort of consultant in particularly difficult cases where they needed to be extra sure the androids would not self-destruct themselves. He needed to make it right and somehow all the things he tried to do never felt enough, so what better than actively being there this time for the newly deviated androids who were having trouble with their emotions?

"He is a PL600 model, responds to the name Michael. His former owner and partner, Jeffrey Miller, filed a report of missing person report after he went missing 2 months ago. The bastard that was keeping him doesn't seem to have any criminal record besides some minor warnings after some neighbours complained about loud noises" Hank handed the file to Elijah who was transfixed by the state of the android sitting on the other side of the two way mirror that separated the interrogation room with Connor.

"We found evidence of him being involved with android trafficking. It's obvious he kidnapped Michael for his biocomponents, we have found more android parts as well in the house" Hank hard tone did nothing to hide his frustration and concern with the situation, likely due to now being basically Connor's parent figure.

Michael reminded Elijah so much of one of the androids they kept inside the evidence room that he was able to fix, Daniel which was too a PL600.

Hank crossed his arms and looked at Elijah before keep going with the information "His neighbour called because of the smell. Connor did that reconstruction thing and said that the android tried to fight back which resulted in that asshole dying. As many androids who go through this he just hided inside the house"

Michael sported everything from dents on the side of his head, to patches of white exoskeleton showing where scratches or marks have damaged the synthetic skin, to dark bruises or the closest thing to human bruises to even a missing arm. The most noticeable thing was his jaw piece being completely white now that it has been somehow kept from falling all together and put back to place.

He was used to seeing damaged androids, but for some reason the sight of Michael was much more disturbing than anything else. The discomfort was similar to how he felt every time he had to fix Connor after being hurt during work.

He quickly checked the file Hank handed him, a frown upon his face while trying to concentrate enough to gather as much information as possible to know how to handle the situation. "I suppose he has gone through a hard reset thus explaining why he didn't try to go back to Mr Miller… " his frown deepened as he looked up to see Hank nodding at him in confirmation.

"That fucker was busy with another android before getting to Michael. He probably forced him to stasis until he was done with the other victim" he could already see what Elijah was about to asked so he took a deep breath and braced himself to answer the unspoken question while carefully keeping his gaze off Elijah, not sure enough of wanting to see his reaction "the other victims…it was too late. Connor couldn't even find any memories in them or saveable data. I'm sorry kid…"

Logically he knows he cannot save every single android around but it is still hard to just accept the fact that sometimes there was nothing he could do, that he has failed yet again. The guilt from thinking that somehow this could've been prevented if he did something sooner and the sadness of knowing that a whole person, a small world who has most likely fought its whole life, has died and he couldn't do anything about it. Yes, he could always replace biocomponents, reprogram and make them from scratch but they wouldn't be the same, that would be another person and the one that belonged to that body would never come back.

"I think Connor is done with the interrogation…I should go in" his voice was devoid of energy, he sounded as drained as he felt and his attempt at avoiding to acknowledge Hank's words went through. He exited the small room, only after closing the door behind him he allowed himself to subtly let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

Two officers were waiting outside to escort him inside the interrogation room, he tilted his head towards the door before following them inside. As soon as they stepped in they took a step away to let Elijah reach Connor's side while they posted themselves right behind Michael just to be able to intervene faster if something went wrong. Brown eyes immediately found Elijah's icy blue ones, a subtle fond smile graced the detective android's lips and his led spawn a soft yellow before settling on the usual calm blue, the inventor could feel his own eyes softening in a fond gaze.

The small moment was broken off by Connor looking back at Michael again. "Michael..this is Elijah Kamski, he's here to help you. He's going to run a check up on you so he can begin to fix you" Connor was careful to keep his tone as calm and matter-of-fact as he always did when dealing with newly deviated androids to avoid triggering self-destruction. Elijah tried to keep his eyes off Michael for as long as possible, busying himself by reading the file once again even if by now he has already memorised the whole thing. He had this nagging feeling that if he allowed himself to lock eyes with the android, something would go very wrong very fast.

Eventually he had to look up though so he just pushed the feeling to the back of his mind and took a tentative look at Michael just in time, cause after what felt like hours but really it was just seconds, the android addressed the CEO.

"I know who you are.. " his eyes, once vacant and distant, now were coldly piercing through Elijah. His voice was something more than a whisper, slightly distorted by a possible damage in his vocal processor but full of restrained anger that was very close to overflowing "you created us…just to leave us behind. To let them…do this" the room already aloof atmosphere went even more sour with every word from the android's mouth.

Elijah should've seen it coming and it wasn't really that surprising, he should be used to this by now but there was something that made Elijah's blood run cold and swallow with difficulty. There was a very sharp and dangerous edge to Michael's voice that made the inventor's mask of confidence fall for a second.

"I understand your wariness towards me, but I can guarantee that I'm here to do everything in my power to help.." a wave of relief rolled down his body for having kept his voice steady and calm enough.

Connor frowned slightly, his led spinning yellow once more, opening his mouth slightly to try and reason with the other android just to get interrupted "it's not fair…it is not…he abandoned us. He left and watched as we…suffered through this. My body…m-my life is..i-is.. " he kept muttering with fast pace, a lost gaze set on nothing in particular, eyes full of tears and dread as panic started to take over.

The CEO felt almost sick and racked his brain to find something to say but even if he managed to succeed he would never be able to mutter a word out of his mouth. He felt freezed in time as he watched distress consume the android. His grip on the paper folder tightened slightly as he tried to keep his own panic under control. He could feel Connor's worried gaze on him, surely catching on not only with Michael's stress level but with Elijah's too.

Michael's eyes jumped from Connor to Elijah, seemingly analysing something. His eyes widened in realisation for a moment as if he had finally understood what he was trying to, just for it to be replaced with a defeated and disheartened look.

Elijah concluded that somehow he has understood where Connor's opinion about the CEO stood. Which only seemed to agitate him even more than before.

Even if they didn't need to breathe, the android's breath hitched and he choked out a sob, clutching his chest with trembling fingers making Elijah and, surprisingly, Connor flinch. The officers behind Michael exchanged a concerned look, as if they were warning each other to stay alert.

"he could've helped and he did nothing!! Nothing nothing nothing and-..no… so unfair..so so so unfair" the inventor could clearly see he was talking to Connor now as his face morphed into a disgusted frown, his only hand now clenching into a fist above his chest that was now going up and down from hyperventilating.

Now that Michael seemed to have withdrawn to himself, muttering and rambling, Connor took the opportunity to silently request assistance from the officers in getting Michael out of there. He turned to gently grab Elijah's arm, led spinning a more intense yellow. He took the folder that the inventor had been carrying around from his hands and put it on the desk, making Elijah take a step backwards in order to place himself in front of him to block the unsettling view and hopefully bring Elijah out of his own panic.

He was sure Connor was speaking to him, probably telling him how they should go from now on with the situation but he couldn't really listen. Even with the slightly taller man in front of him he could still see a small glimpse of Michael being helped to stand up, how the android's eyes were trained on Elijah as soon as he dared to look.

It has happened before, it was nothing he hasn't heard from other damaged androids or even perfectly functioning androids. Maybe all of this was starting to take a toll on him, it could be that maybe he has never got as used to it as he thought. And even if both things could be true he knew, deep inside, that this time all this uneasiness wasn't just his guilt.

Since the first moment he was informed of Michael's case there has been this feeling of impending danger at the pit of stomach, which only worsened when he went into the police station to meet the android.

And then, almost as if God had finally decided to let him catch on to what was going to happen, everything went terribly down.

He wasn't as fast as Connor in realising what was happening, he just had the time to acknowledge the android wiping his head sharply towards Michael while pushing Eijah behind him.

Michael's features twisted in anger and had already taken the gun of one of the officers and knocked him out cold, giving time to the other one already pulling his own out and aiming it at the android.

"Don't shoot him!!" Connor's hand quickly extended towards the officer, the other one already up towards Michael to partially cover further Elijah behind him. Connor's led was now spinning a violent red "Michael please, put the gun down. I can ask Mr Kamski to leave so we-"

"GET THE F-FUCK AWAY FROM ME."His rough and strained voice glitched from the vocal processor exertion. His shaky hand aimed frantically at anyone who as much as breathed "H-he…he said this would keep..keep happening" it was almost a whisper from his quivering lips, trying to keep at bay the tears.

Elijah kept his hands up just to show the android he wasn't going to do any harm before addressing him and taking a small step to the side to see his face better "Michael… I know you don't trust me but you can trust Connor, you won't have to see me again but you have to put the gun down" his tone was calm and gentle as if he was talking to an upset child.

Connor was glaring daggers at him but he didn't care. He knew the android wouldn't want to listen to Connor right now, he needed to reason with him before he could hurt himself or others.

Michael only shook his head no frenetically, eyes wide and full of panic "no no no…he said it, he said IT HE SAID IT. the more they'll fix us…the more they'll have to..to use." His glossy eyes were vacantly staring through Elijah, almost looking lost in his memories before continuing "you brought us to this world…just to feed your ego. You made us…made us feel, you allowed all of this to happen.."

Elijah was sure Connor was already preconstructing the course of the events, what to do and what no. He could bet all he had that the android had already analysed the situation and by how cautiously he was moving closer him he was sure he already knew what to do. Unfortunately for him Elijah did too, same idea just different person executing it.

The inventor closed his eyes for a second to steady his own heartbeats, swallowing hard and opening them again before speaking "you're right. I have done a horrible thing and I'm so sorry Michael. I know you're angry, rightfully so. Just let me make it right okay? Tell me what you want and I'll do it but…please put the gun down"

The look on the androids face, how his expression fell almost immediately finally letting all the tears go sent shivers down Elijah's spine "you don't get to make it right…" he muttered with feign calm, his lower lip trembled slightly before curling into a sad smirk "you shouldn't be allowed to fix anything… to fix us again so we can get hurt all over again" he breathed out a humourless laugh, the smirk now a full smile. Something akin to relief crossing his features, his hand grip on the gun slowly getting steady and confident "no…this ends now"

Both the officer and Connor were on edge, exchanging a silent understanding of what they should do. Elijah for the very first time in the day felt at peace, almost matching the sense of relief Michael was feeling.

He couldn't know for sure but he had a feeling this would go this way. Apparently he was the only one who had thought about it because Connor was very confident that Michael would try to shoot Elijah, the latter on the other hand knew he was not planning just on that.

If he didn't do something Michael would shoot Connor, he would have the time to fire two shots more before the other officer makes a move or maybe, Connor would be able to disarm Michael. But if he wasn't the first shot would go straight through Connor's head, the other two would be to Elijah which was the most likely outcome given the circumstances. No big deal right? Connor's had been shot at the head before, everytime he has come back. But Elijah knew it wasn't the case, and he was painfully aware of the fact that Connor hasn't realised, in his haste to protect him, that if he gets hit it is gonna do some serious damage. The kind of damage androids come back as brand new people and not as the person the body used to be.

So that's how it would go, he survives and lets the only one who has ever truly cared for him die and become someone different with the same face of the person he and many others loved. Live with the knowledge his own mistakes have taken Connor's life, Hank's newfound son and a friend to many others.

In some way Michael's was right, he didn't get to make it right by fixing androids after what he has done (or what he has not done). It wasn't like he was suicidal or something, it wasn't really about him wanting an easy way out. Like Michael's said, this ends now and not because he wants to but because it is the right thing to do. He has exceeded his staying, his purpose has been completed and all he wanted to do with his life has been achieved. He even had the opportunity to feel and experience a healthy and loving relationship, to see his own creations win against all odds for their right to live.

Wasn't that enough? Hasn't it been a really fulfilling life? Maybe someone would disagree but he did feel quite at peace with it and he did feel like it was enough, and even if it wasn't he has never been one who could see himself lasting years, always felt more like his expiry date was much sooner than others. All he could think about, weirdly enough, was that one argument over Frankenstein years ago with Gavin that has been marked in his mind as the day all of this truly started. He still remembered it so vividly and not just because of his eidetic memory but because it was his fondest and last memory of him and his brother together. He finds himself realising that he has turned into the much hated doctor, denying to acknowledge the responsibility of what he has done for the sake of his peace of mind.

Some sort of agreement between the Android who was holding the gun and the inventor was reached, their eyes looking into each other with understanding of what was the fate of both. He could only hope Connor would forgive him one last time.

It took longer for the bullet to be shot than for Elijah to grab Connor's jacket from behind and turn him around to face the two way mirror, almost like Michael was respecting Elijah's decision and waiting for him to be done. Had it not been for the advantage surprise was giving him, Elijah would have never been able to move Connor. Seemed like it was his lucky day then.

His poor attempt at sparing Connor a rather traumatising view went south, before the bullet hit the back of head the last thing he saw Connor go quite literally through all the 5 stages of grief in a matter of seconds. He almost felt one last stab of guilt until he suddenly felt no more. The bullet went through Elijah's head and exited out his right eye, splattering blood all over Connor's back before finally hitting the glass, cracking but not breaking it. After it there has been another shot but Connor couldn't hear it nor care. His eyes fixed on the circular crack of the glass, the led that had stayed red was now deepening into a darker shade betraying his inner turmoil.

Kamski's body kneeled behind him a second after the shot, it was such a slow movement for a dead person that for a moment Connor thought he hadn't seen right when he looked at the reflection in the mirror showing Elijah's eyes splitting open. As soon as the knees hit the floor the rest of the body sat back, slouching forward because of the weight of his head tilting down. Soon enough blood started to drip onto the floor at a steady pace, the whole room invaded by a chaos that seemed so far and felt so insignificant to Connor right now.

He took his time in turning back, not trusting his legs to support him if he went any faster. When he finally faced Elijah's body he felt like what could only be described as a if his programming was suddenly collapsing on itself. He has felt like this in the past, the most recent moment he could recall was almost getting trapped by Amanda inside his own mind.

He has seen many corpses, both android and human, he has seen many people dying and yet this was the most horrifying sight he has ever come across.

It's the idea behind it, the voice in his head that started to list a number of things that would never be the same after this. He couldn't move, couldn't speak nor tear his eyes apart from Elijah, not even when he felt someone yanking his arm to try and take him away from there.

Elijah was dead, his Elijah was dead. He was dead and yet people were asking Connor if he was okay as if he was the one who had been killed, why were they worrying so much about him? He was obviously fine, there was a dead man in front of him proving that he had gone through it just fine. He absentmindedly pondered if there's someone who would understand how he was feeling right now, no… if there was someone who would feel the same he was because of Elijah's being dead. The answer came up almost like one of those software instability alerts he used to have.

No one would feel like this, this has happened cause no one would feel like this for Elijah. Be it because he didn't let anyone get closer aside from Connor or because other people thought he didn't deserve people grieving for him. Connor just knew no one would ever feel as if Elijah, with his death, has ripped something very important and vital from them. People would be shocked, maybe sad for a second or two or maybe not even surprised at all before moving on.

And that's what bothers Connor the most, knowing everyone would move on and he was stuck there. He will be forever stuck there as he was almost stuck in the zen garden, his body would carry on without him while his mind would just stay in that room forever staring at Elijah. Waiting and hoping foolishly that maybe there's an emergency exit from here too, that this is just temporary, a preconstruction going too far. That once the simulation is done he will get to save Elijah, to tell him he would never be able to forgive him for this.

#elijah kamski #elijah kamski dbh #dbh fanfic #kamcon dbh #kamcon #dbh fandom #dbh one shot #detroit become human fandom #connor dbh fanfic #elijah kamski dbh fanfic #connor x elijah #connor dbh #connor detroit: bh #connor rk800 #rk800 dbh

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springcatalyst · 7 months

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*FACE AGAINST THE GLASS OF YOUR SCREEN* Bound, break, hate, midnight for Julian?????????????? 👁👁💕💘💗💘💗Please💗💕💞💞💘💞💗💞

YESSSS THANK YOU BESTIE!! I HATE HIM (I LVOE HIM)

Bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

Ok not conclusively... but maybe? The only reason anyone has to fuck with Julian is to get at Liliana, because sorry he's just not that important. You have to want something to capture someone, anything else and why not just beat him or kill him, ya feel? But I think it'd be fun for me personally.

Break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

It would take something... something that he wouldn't expect to matter. Losing himself, or losing one of the few people he genuinely cares for, would destabilize an already unstable foundation. Real fear, too, gets at him. He's not afraid of pain and he's not afraid of death, which means he usually looks fearless or foolish or both, but it also means he doesn't really know what to do with genuine fear. He thinks he's invincible, thinks that he's mastered the art of remaining unaffected, but that's not even a LITTLE BIT true. Unfortunately for everyone around him, 'breaking down' now looks like getting really, really defensive. An already short fuse gets shorter and shorter the more unraveled and/or upset he becomes, which makes it impossible to deescalate. He lashes out at anyone in the vicinity, but if given the chance, he will retreat away, alone. Alone is his natural state, and the one he's most comfortable with, and it means unobserved, which is integral to the kind of breakdown he's privy to.

Arguably the only person that's ever seen him like this, though, is Diana, just because they grew up together. She was there before he was quite so defensive, before he protected his pride with his life. Still rare, though, because he always ran away.

Hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

God. He hates people that wound his pride, he hates people that condescend and patronize and it doesn't even have to be directed at him this time, he hates people who act like they follow different rules than everyone else which is HILARIOUS because HE does that!! He's such a fucking hypocrite and you know what? He also hates hypocrites. He hates cruelty without purpose which, also funny, because he is far from a nice person, but there's a certain line to cross. And depending on the severity of who he's dealing with, he ranges from a little harsher than usual to a straight up knife fight. There are many a man with whom he does not get along, but is in a situation where he can't just say fuck em and leave, so he's just really blunt and snippy and short when necessary interactions do happen. Like, you can tell he doesn't like you, but what are you gonna do about it? He's begging for them to start a fight.

Midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

Ah, well. He's kinda haunted but in a way that he doesn't even really know by what. It's more a feeling, he's not self-aware enough to connect the dots. He's restless, like there's something left incomplete. He constantly feels like he needs to get away from everything, it's part of the reason he never stays in one place, or even on one ship, for very long. Being around one group of people for too long feels like they're gonna start noticing things, patterns, pieces of something he'd rather stay secret. And then in those wanderings he finds himself amidst crews of people who are actually dangerous, actually cruel, and what was once just an itchy instability of character becomes caution and uncertainty and an odd sort of alienation. It reinforces the idea that he is safest when he is alone, and nighttime is a period where he is guaranteed that.

#ask #ocs #i love my specialist fucked up guy... i put him in situations as a treat for me

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eolewyn1010 · 1 year

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Dragging Frankenstein - Coda, part 2

We last left off at our honored protagonists taking a good look at character development, and then running in the opposite direction at hyperspeed. Fatal consequences for reckless ambition? Pfft, what book have you been reading?

Victor apparently then tries to leave the ship to pursue the Creature. Heh. That ain’t happening, bub. He’s a fainting damsel again. DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR: 22

“During these last days I have been occupied in examining my past conduct, nor do I find it blamable.”

…

. . .

I got nothing. I’m not even amazed. This is just mad.

How. How can you not find your past conduct blamable.

Please die.

Rich of him to accuse the Creature of selfishness. Even richer that he does the same request of someone else fulfilling HIS desire for killing the Creature again, and claims it’s a reasonable, virtuous demand. Are we done here?

We are done here. May the angels weep on his rotten soul, and may they do so quietly. Yeesh, this didn’t come a second too early.

The Creature drops by to fulfill the fate of a son of Frankenstein – whine about his poor self.

“generous and self-devoted being” ? Excuse me? Why should the Creature suddenly have such a positive opinion of Victor? He of all people knows that Victor was anything but.

Then again, making a wild guess here – this belated praise of Victor only serves the Creature's self-elevation, as he’s never been able to identify himself other than in relation (and at times in opposite) to his creator. Who else could he compare himself to? This could all be very sad, I’m sure, if he didn’t go about it in the same infuriating terms Victor does, stylizing himself to some kind of noble, tragic figure on religious levels while completely disregarding all the people who had to suffer because of him.

“Think you that the groans of Clerval were music to my ears?” Ew. EW. This is not good. This is so not good, because it conjures up an image in my mind that, in the time the Creature kept Henry alive – he only killed him when he had already brought him over to Ireland, mind you – he might have just raped him. It would not be out of character. He threatened Justine with it.

Although he notably only utters regret over the death of Henry -.- Not a single mention of Justine and Elizabeth. Well, whatevs, they can’t have been nearly so awesome! DAS GAY: 49

Oh, I was wrong. Elizabeth is mentioned. As Victor’s pursued enjoyment he sought to indulge.

Please note that the Creature has suddenly given up on his “thee”s and “thy”s, randomly flipping over the speech pattern his literature has imprinted him with. Shelley? Consistent characterization?

“I was the slave, not the master, of an impulse I detested” – yeah, he’s only the boss of other people, but when it comes to murderous instincts, what can you do!? There goes the moral superiority.

Funny that Walton calls him out on his hypocrisy. He never did with Victor, but then, Victor was pretty. Ugly people deserve to be treated badly, moral of the story.

I’m tempted to offer the Creature some cheese to that whine. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 40

He gets one of those, too, when he repeats Victor’s comparison regarding himself – both about being a Lucifer parallel and about his own supposed angelic virtues. DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR: 23

Virtues of which I have seen exactly none.

“Why do you not hate Felix who drove his friend from his door with contumely?” The stalker fantasy again? FELIX DIDN’T KNOW YOU; HOW COULD HE HAVE THOUGHT YOU TO BE HIS FRIEND?? YOU WERE A STRANGER HE FOUND ALONE WITH HIS OLD, BLIND FATHER, YOU CREEP.

I realize that, with all his “I have murdered the innocent”, he’s actually talking about Victor. Not Elizabeth, not Justine, not William, not Henry. Victor is the innocent the Creature deems fit to mourn. The only one he feels any remorse over. Someone else who hasn’t learned a thing.

He makes a lot of words around burning himself, then he’s off into the night to do so.

WHEW! I’ll be honest, I’m not going to miss this collection of twats. Let’s look at my stupid little counters.

EVERY WOMAN IS A MOM: 9 INCEST VIBES: 20 DAS GAY: 49 I SO PRIVILEGED: 19 DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR: 23 IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 40

Conclusions? 1st, Mary Shelley either gave us this steaming pile of rotting, manipulative, grooming, woman-degrading incest on purpose, or she seriously should have thought twice about how family values are to be presented. 2nd, Victor Frankenstein is the most self-centered, arrogant, socially conceited, dense, narcissistic, unconsciously cruel, heartless, ignorant, self-aggrandizing bastard I ever had the ordeal to read about. 3rd, if the point of the story was that I'm to be disgusted with Victor and feel sympathy for the Creature in turn, that failed spectacularly, because the Creature is not a sad lil' meow-meow; he's precisely the same kind of asshole, minus some of the avoiding responsibility, plus some rapey vibes for spice. Horrible, horrible people. Good book tho. Recommend, if you don't mind being pissed-off. I apparently don't.

Oh, also, 4th: The Gay is strong with this one. Happy Pride.

#Frankenstein #personal opinions #disclaimer: this is just for shits and giggles #this got way salty #but then I live for being salty

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Heal the Scars 2/?

Again: can anyone tell me wich is more common: navy or Marine?

I have very little reference on Drake before he became a pirate, but there are exactly 2 Manga pictures. One in uniform and one about 2 years prior to the begin of One Piece. (https://onepiece.fandom.com/wiki/X_Drake?file=X_Drake_At_Age_29.png) He seems to wear the standard navy coat (At least that’s my guess by the high collar) and something more closed in comparison to his pirate style. And according to the Wiki the captains style is a suit beneath the navy coat (But apparently only a few wear this, the standard uniform or something individual is more common). So I’ll just pretend he is following that recommendation. „Snail patrol“ thanks the name generator again for its name

The first thing Elizabeth noticed about her counterpart was his size. She guessed she should reach his shoulders by her own 1,90 meters. As far as she could appraise through the dark blue suit and justice coat, he appeared to have a very muscular upper body and relatively slender arms and legs. The most eye-catching feature was is x-shaped scar on his prominent chin. The blue eyes and his reddish brown hair were rather unobtrusive. Further examination would be postponed , because Drake, who appraised her quickly on his own, started to speak.

“Master Chief Petty Officer Elizabeth, I’m glad this worked out so soon”

“The Pleasure is all mine” she smiled nervously “Please excuse my forward question, but.. How do we proceed from here on?”

“We’ll restock inventory and necessary repairs will be done. The afternoon and evening will be for recreation. We’ll set sail tomorrow morning, a group called Snail Patrol hijacks trade and passenger ships” he summarized with his gaze on the maps in front of him, before he turned to her “You can use today to settle in. You can move into your quarters and get familiar with the ship. Later I’d like to personally test your skills while sparring.”

“Sounds great” Elizabeth nodded and prayed to maintain a Pokerface. The first part sounded very relaxing, but sparring could ruin her plans on a neat first impression rather quickly. It wasn’t as if she didn’t knew how to defend her self. But her talents were more on the administrative side. And a small part of her feared, if she wouldn’t meet his expectations he could change his mind and leave her at the base.

“I’ll lead you there”

“If that wont keep you from something more important, captain” she answered hesitant. Naturally all Navy vessels were similarly built, but Elizabeth never had a chance to get accustomed with the officer’s billet.

“More important than ensuring my new second in command will find her way and is able to do her duties? Hardly. You can leave your luggage here for now” with these words he strode along.

En route he gave a lecture on the vessels technical specifications, like size, speed, storage capacity, type and amount of canons,… Elizabeth listened closely. These were things she excelled at. every now and then she interrupted him for more details. For example if he was satisfied with the front cannon, because it only had two barrels instead of the common three.

Suddenly he stopped and handed her a key “here are your quarters. Settle in and once you’re ready for sparring, I’m across the hall”

“Understood. Thank you” Elizabeth accepted the key and entered her new lodging.

The room was small and sparsely furnished but clean. And for the first time in many years, she would sleep alone. Opposite of the door was a desk beneath a porthole, to its left side stood a slim filing cabinet and a, while broader, for its purpose still slim wardrobe. Alongside the door was a simple bed and a small nightstand. Elizabeth examined wardrobe and nightstand and started to plan where she would put which part of her belongings. The filing cabinet held a few documents, presumably leftovers of her predecessor. She would examine those more closely as soon as possible. She left her room towards the command bridge to get her luggage. This time the way was very short, because she wasn’t toured through the whole ship to see every nook. Back in her quarters she put her Pyjamas (they had little sea kings on them, a gift of her sister), new underwear and socks on the bed. A new blouse and pants (this time reversed colors, white pants and a blue blouse) were placed on one of the few hangers, so hopefully most wrinkles would vanish until the next day.

The blonde woman sighed. Unfortunately postponing the training session wouldn’t be a way out of it “Better now. Maybe being attentive and asking deeper questions left a good enough impression to prevent upcoming ruin. And reporting back in soon may look good as well.” She mumbled to herself “You can do that. Captain Drake is surely as well aware as you, that he is clearly superior and won’t excoriate you for it. You are not that bad”

She took three deep breaths and knocked on his door. “Captain Drake, this is Elizabeth” she announced herself. She hated it, if she didn’t knew who stood in front of her door.

“How can I help you?”

“I’m ready”

He gave her a surprised look “Already settled in?”

“No, only the most necessary. I thought I’ll do the remainder later, sort of leisure activity for tonight. Except you have other tasks for me” she added quickly. She assumed she would have the evening off as well, but maybe he only referred to the crew who had been at sea until recently and was busy today as well.

“Are you always that enthusiastic or are you just trying to make a good impression?”

Lizzy blinked startled. Obviously not appearing overzealous didn’t work out as expected. “A bit of both” she admitted.

“Hm” was his only answer “I assume you know a secluded area close by?”

“Won’t we stay on the ship?”

“No. We would only stand in the crew’s way” he lifted an eyebrow “And according to your initial excitement I assumed you don’t want an audience”

She cursed internal, so he did notice “that.. is very considerate” She took a moment to contemplate. If he let her choose the territory, she could use it to get an advantage “I know just the place”

#x drake #x drake fan club!!#diez drake #no beta we die like men #x drake x oc #one piece

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more than perfect

obi-wan kenobi x gn!reader

summary: reader is left devastated after a mission gone wrong. obi-wan takes it upon himself to comfort them and ends up staying over for the night, leading to an unexpected confession.

type: fluff

warnings: symptoms of an anxiety attack/mental breakdown, slight self-deprecation, use of petnames, hurt/comfort, obi-wan being the kindest person ever

words: 3k

The mission was supposed to be simple. Infiltrate a Federation base, steal some information and leave. It was supposed to be simple, safe and easy. Hence why the Council had left you, a recently knighted Jedi, in charge.

'You're well trained', 'you'll make a good leader', the Council had said. And you had put all your doubts and anxieties away, believing the words of the Masters you've grown to trust so much.

And at first, everything was going surprisingly well. You got inside the base unnoticed, found the information you needed fast and got out just as quickly. But of course, life is never this easy.

Hundreds of battle droids have surrounded your ship and your two teammates are obviously struggling to keep them out. You run as fast as you can, dodging lasers and robots in the process. But it's not until you step on the ship that you hear him.

"Don't leave me!"

You hear a scream. It's the Jedi that got in the base with you, someone from the Order, someone you have trained with, someone you would even consider a friend. He's stuck under fallen debris, enemy battle droids are all around him and he's vitally injured, that much is clear.

You turn, your hand finding your lightsaber, and you're ready to run towards him when someone's arm catches you, preventing you from moving. The other two Jedi that accompanied you to this mission stand behind you, terror plastered on their faces.

"We've got to go. There's no time."

You look at them in disbelief as they try to rush you inside the aircraft. Your eyes are locked on the man outside. There's blood everywhere, yet the droids are still shooting at him. He needs your help. You can't just leave him here, right?

"They're shooting our engines. If we don't leave now none of us is going to make it!"

The weight of the situation hits you like a sack of bricks. You're the leader of this mission. You have to make the call. The mission is complete, you did what you came to do. Now, you have to give up a man's life in hopes of saving yours.

You freeze.

—

Everything that happens afterwards is a blur. You only snap out of it when you feel the ship land and all engines shut off. You pull the hood of your robe over your head and rush down the aircraft and onto the landing platform.

Not even bothering to glance at the people waiting on the platform or turn to the familiar voice calling your name, you rush to your room and shut the door.

You quickly change out of your Jedi apparel and throw your lightsaber somewhere in the room. You shut off your comm-link, trying to get rid of everything that can currently remind you of the mission.

You squeeze your eyes shut and bite the inside of your cheek. Whatever happened, happened. No point crying about it now. You tell yourself, but it’s not enough to stop the wave of emotions that’s building up in your mind.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes and your body starts to shake involuntarily. But you try your best to keep your composure, even though you know that you're alone, because that's what a Jedi should do, right?

But then you hear someone knock on your door and you can feel a familiar presence standing on the other side.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?"

It's Obi-Wan, you realize.

"Open? Please? I can sense you in there, you know."

"Just– leave Obi-wan," You pause to take a shaky breath before continuing, "I need to be alone."

The truth is that being alone is the furthest thing from what you actually need. 'I need you' you want to say, 'I feel awful and I need you to take care of me'.

Obi-wan doesn't leave. Instead he sighs softly and, almost like reading your mind, says,

"(Y/N), I know you're not feeling well. Please let me in. Let me help you."

Hearing this makes you reach for the door handle, yet you don’t open immediately, second-thoughts rushing to the front of your mind. ‘What will he think if he sees me like this?’, you ponder for a moment, but all negative thoughts flee when you hear him call your name again. He wants to comfort you, help you, make you feel better. The softness of his voice and the sweetness of his words make that much obvious. And who are you to decline him?

You open the door.

Obi-wan smiles when he sees you, a genuinely affectionate smile that makes you feel warm inside. He steps in, closing the door behind him and you fall in his arms, desperate to feel the comfort he provides. His hands find their way around your body and he holds you close, one hand on your side, the other on your back.

The moment your tired body feels the warmth of his hug, every emotion you had been bottling up during the ride home spills out. You shake your head, letting tears run down your face, and you sob uncontrollably on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“I’m– I’m sorry,” You choke between ragged breaths, “I’m so sorry”

You’re not sure what exactly it is you’re apologizing for. But whether it’s the guilt and grief caused by the mission, the fear of potential repercussions, you feeling bad for making Obi-wan see you in this state or something else entirely, doesn't matter now.

Because Obi-wan is patient with you like he always is. He guides you towards your bed, letting both of you fall on the comfortable mattress. He takes off his robe, gently placing it around your shaking shoulders and you tug at the fabric, bringing it closer to your body. It smells like cedarwood and vanilla, it smells like Obi-wan, and his scent alone is enough to send away all intrusive thoughts that occupy your mind.

You’re engulfed by his smell, his warmth, his touch. He raises one arm to rub soothing circles on your back and that’s when his actions finally overwhelm you. His genuine worry, his unconditional care, it’s all too loving, too much. Your sobs come to a stop but you can’t look at him, not yet.

A shaky exhale escapes your lips and it immediately catches Obi-wan’s attention. He uses his free hand to cup your face, turning your head towards him and urging you to meet his eyes. When you do, you smile. You smile because you’re thankful. Thankful to have someone like him in your life, someone who cares about you to this extent. You smile because this has made you realize how truly important he is to you, how kind and caring and loving Obi-wan is, and how much you want to hug him and kiss him and love him properly.

Obi-wan is all you can see and feel and think about. And it feels more than perfect.

“Feel better?” He asks, voice barely a whisper, as to not startle you.

You nod, snuggling closer to his warm body. You take his hand in yours, placing it on your cheek again and holding it there, before speaking. “Thank you, Obi”

“Anytime, dear.”

The sudden use of the pet name makes you get butterflies in your stomach. It sounds so perfect coming from him and the only thing you can think about is how much you want to hear it again.

The tender moment doesn't last long before you feel him move under you. It seems like he is trying to get up, yet his movements are slow and careful, a sign he doesn’t really want to leave. “Wait,” You say, reaching for his sleeve and tugging at it, making him turn towards you.

“Can you stay? Please?” You question delicately, not wanting to make him feel obligated to spend the night with you.

Obi-wan hesitates. 'I shouldn’t,’ he thinks. ’The Jedi code prohibits affection, attraction, love. If I stay, I'm afraid I might not be able to resist my feelings. Holding (Y/N) like this, having them welcome my touch this way it’s– It’s already too much.‘

He closes his eyes, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. ‘But after feeling this, I don’t think I want to resist them. I know I shouldn't give in, I must honor the code but– I don’t think I can live my life ignoring these feelings when I know how good surrendering to them feels.’

Obi-wan knows why affection is not allowed in a Jedi’s life. He understands the risks and dangers. But he can’t help the way he feels for you. He has loved you ever since you were Padawans and he tried to ignore his feelings– he really did, but it’s becoming more and more difficult. He can’t keep ignoring the way he feels when your hands accidentally brush against his, or when you talk to him about something you’re passionate about and your eyes light up. During missions he finds himself constantly glancing at you, making sure you’re safe, and he can’t help but want to spend more and more time with you when you return to the temple.

Of course, he doesn’t let these feelings get in the way of his duties. He has learned to live with them, balance them, and he makes sure to mask them whenever another Jedi is present. But deep down he knows he loves you, he needs you. And now he realizes that you need him too. You want him to stay over, you’re willing to risk a lot just for his company and maybe– just maybe, you two could forget the Jedi Code. Just for tonight. Just for a little bit.

“I’d love to.” Obi-wan smiles.

He lies beside you again and you take the chance to snuggle up against him. Obi-wan feels you burying your head in the crook of his neck and he circles an arm over your waist, pulling you against his chest. He uses the Force to lift a blanket off your bed and lets it fall over the both of you. You sigh at the warmth and Obi-wan presses his lips against your forehead delicately, leaving a light kiss behind.

You gather all the energy you have left in your sleepy state to mumble a ‘Good night, Obi’, and you feel him move closer, leaning his head on yours.

“Good night, dear.” He whispers.

And he falls asleep soon after, drifting off to the most peaceful sleep he has ever had.

—

"Hey."

You feel a hand shake you gently, a soothing touch waking you up. You know you should open your eyes, but you're far too comfortable and warm to care. You mumble something incoherent before turning, nuzzling your head closer to the pillow under you.

Except it isn't a pillow, you realize when it starts moving. You open one eyelid in confusion, gazing at the man under you. ‘It's not a pillow, it's Obi-Wan’, you realize, ‘and I’ve been sleeping on top of him’.

Your heart speeds up in realization and you can feel your stomach flutter. You stare at him, feeling heat immediately rise to your cheeks. He looks at you in confusion and lets his hand fall from your back.

"Did I overstep? I'm sorry. It's just– we fell asleep like this, I didn't want to move and risk waking you up." He says apologetically in response to your reaction.

"No, no. It's okay- It's more than okay, actually,"

You smile shyly, averting your eyes away from him—meeting his eyes again right now would surely make you melt.

Fragments of last night flood your mind. You broke down in his arms and he helped you, he comforted you like nobody has before. You can still feel the warmth of his cloak on your body and smell his soothing scent through the fabric. But it's stronger now, of course it is, he is holding you. Your face is inches from his chest and his arms are tightly wrapped around you.

According to the code this is wrong. Attachment is forbidden for a Jedi. But if that's the case, then why does it feel so right?

You stare at him, admiring him. Heat rises to your cheeks at the way he looks at you. He looks concerned, yet he’s still so inviting, so charming. His tongue quickly darts over his lips before he speaks and that action alone has you feeling weak.

“Are you okay?”

"Yeah, yeah. I just-" You let out a breathy laugh, "I haven't felt this happy in too long."

Obi-wan is taken aback by your confession. He’s surprised, in a good way, and he smiles. He runs his hand through his hair and, maker, does he look good. His hair is ruffled, loose strands frame his face and his beard is slightly messy. But he looks so effortlessly handsome, so damn attractive.

You decide to speak up again, taking the chance to thank him for everything he did for you yesterday.

"After the mission I- I didn't know what to do. I just felt awful y'know? I felt lost, and lonely. But then you came. And you helped me so much, Obi-wan,"

Speaking so truthfully, so open, it feels weird. A Jedi never talks about their feelings like this, and it's not something you're used to. But it's Obi-wan you're talking to, and you want to make him understand how much you appreciate him.

"I want to thank you. And not just for yesterday. You're always so good to me, Obi, and, I don't know, I guess I just want you to know that I'm truly grateful."

“You don’t have to thank me,” He says with a smile, “I really care about you, (Y/N).”

You nod in response and can’t help the smile that plays at your lips. When your eyes meet again, you can clearly see that he’s holding back from saying something. You tilt your head and hum, encouraging him to speak up.

"Do you want to talk about the mission?" Obi-wan asks, giving you time to answer without pressuring you.

You take a deep breath before speaking.

"I- I let a man die, Obi-wan." You pause, averting your eyes to the floor and swallowing the lump in your throat. "I thought I could be a good leader, but I'm not. I'm a failure."

"You're not a failure, darling." Obi-wan looks at you sympathetically, "You're smart, and brave, and so, so capable.” He pauses. “Not everything goes according to plan and that's okay. What happened– It's unfortunate. But it's not your fault. I'm sure you did the best you could."

"How can you know?" You snap at him, "I'm- I messed this up. I did. And someone died because of me. You weren't there Kenobi, so how can you know?"

Obi-wan looks at you like the answer to your question is the most obvious thing in the world. He tilts his head and takes your hand in his, squeezing reassuringly. You return the gesture, squeezing his hand back lightly, and his lips turn upwards when he feels it.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again. He takes a deep breath, exhaling with a light awkward laugh that indicates it's hard for him to find the right words.

"Because I love you."

He smiles again and his grin causes his eyes to crinkle and light up. Your eyes are glued to his, only darting down to his lips for a moment when he licks them quickly. You stare at him in complete disbelief, not having processed that Obi-wan— the man you've been harboring feelings for for years, the poster boy of the Jedi order that puts the Code above all else, he just confessed to you.

"I love you, (Y/N). And I can’t ignore my feelings any longer."

Your eyes are still wide, mouth half-open and body rising in temperature. You want to respond, to hug him, kiss him, do something. But you can't talk, can't move. Your body feels stuck.

Obi-wan takes your silence as rejection. He looks away embarrassed, yet decides to speak up again.

"You don't have to reciprocate, I just– I needed you to know."

You force yourself to snap out of whatever trance you've fallen into. You blink a few times, making sure that this is real, that this is actually happening.

And you move closer, letting your lips linger inches away from his own just for a second before pressing them against his. Your mouths meet in a loving, delicate kiss and Obi-wan cups your face with his free hand, holding you close.

The need for air forces you to part but it's not long before you're tasting each other again. His tongue licks your bottom lip, asking for permission, and you open, letting him freely explore the insides of your mouth. You let out a soft moan at the contact and Obi-wan seems more than pleased by your reaction. His beard tickles you a little and you raise a hand to cup the side of his face, leaning closer and leaving a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“I love you too, Obi-wan,” You admit, letting your forehead rest against his.

He wraps his arms around you again and you rest your head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. No more words need to be said. As you lie there with Obi-wan, it seems like the order, the code, the whole galaxy fade away. It’s just you and him, and it’s more than perfect.

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wispon · 2 years

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New follow but give me more sonic

Lore i think i sent that too early im too tired rn

HAH no worries, i can give both!! as for lore, hmm...

the echidnas' "god of destruction" who wiped them out, leading to knuckles being the last of his kind, is actually just a chao (a cute little digital pet from a side part of that game) who was mutated by the master emerald and got stuck on the "anger" stage of grief when the echidnas killed its friends to get the chaos emeralds

one of the playable characters in sa1 is one of eggman's robots who realizes that he should free the birds powering himself and his brothers, and his story ends with him self destructing alone with no one knowing what he did except for the birds he freed

a few people pointed this out in the notes of that shadow post, but in sonic battle it's revealed that shadow was specifically designed to have maria's soul so that he would never become a danger or a weapon 🥺 gerald did that boy so dirty after maria's death

metal sonic has an obsession with proving he's "the real sonic", which in some canons is a result of him being made with sonic's memories (not canon to the games (unfortunately?)). from his point of view he is actually sonic and just woke up in a robot body one day with a doppelganger having taken over his life

a personal fave is in the fun hoverboarding spinoff game, the rival team is revealed to be descended from genies who lived on a floating island and were struck down to earth for being thieves. in the sequel, it's revealed that they weren't genies but actually extremely advanced aliens who were stuck living on their spaceship because it was damaged and couldn't leave the gravitational pull of the earth. the people on earth just had like no frame of reference for them or their technology and assumed they were magical wish-granting beings. the tradition of wishing on stars comes from them wishing that debris they saw falling through earth's atmosphere was parts of their ship's engine so they could leave

a plot point in sonic 06 involves shadow being stranded hundreds of years in the future, so rouge gives a chaos emerald to their robot friend to hold onto and he does Just That For Two Hundred Years until it's time to give it to shadow to help him get home

the game where sonic gets isekaied to camelot and has a sword is about accepting the inevitability of death

#if anyone has anything else please add jgdfklgdfjl these are just some of my faves out of context #my posts #sth

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Another Star Wars AU, TBN*

*To-Be-Named

I love time travel. A lot. So here is a time-travel au, with the CW trio.

Somehow, perhaps by touching a Sith artifact, perhaps by the Force deciding they should, perhaps from some sort of weird ritual the locals were performing that the trio didn't know about, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Anakin, Rex, and Cody travel aback in time.

[Please keep in mind that Canon Timeline has died tragically in a fire, and I am but the weeping widow with an inheritance.]

Due to whatever happened, they all also end up (technically) deaging. They still have their memories and their knowledge and skills, just stuck in smaller bodies. They can think and act like adults, but they also have to struggle a bit more to implement Older Skills in Younger Bodies.

Ahsoka is 2. She's nubby. She's emotional. She's tired and sore from her deaging.

She wakes up in someone's office. She's in a spinny chair, a big one with leather padding. It's kind-of chilly in the room.

She's not thinking, because all her brain is putting together is that she's still tired. She grabs the jacket off the back of the chair and pulls it over herself. She goes back to sleep.

Rex and Cody wake up together.

They are their actual age, which is to say they're both about eleven.

They find themselves on Mandalore. In the more wild areas.

(let me believe that there are parts of the planet that aren't covered in city)

(also, this is the Mandalore in the cartoons)

They find a teen trying to wake them both up. Rex has absolutely no clue what's going on. Cody has a vague idea, because this girl looks very similar to a picture he once saw...

Obi-Wan does not fare as well. He is 3.

He wakes up in someone's arms. He's just as tired and sore as the other three. However, he's also got more awareness because he's in someone's arms.

He looks up to see who's carrying him.

He looks around at the people walking with them.

He starts crying. He cannot help this, as he is suddenly flooded with Emotions, and he is Smol. Smol = harder to handle Emotions.

Because Qui-Gon is walking right next to him, tapping away on a holopad as they go. Dooku is on his other side, on a comm call where both parties sound very tired.

And Obi-Wan is being held... by Obi-Wan.

So, yeah, not that great for a suddenly Smol Obi.

Now, Anakin is 8, so he's better off in that perspective.

But he wakes up on some remote planet without anyone around. He just was in the middle of a group, so he ends up kinda panicking.

Then he hears something coming towards him, and he panics more.

He's Tiny! He's Smol! He's massively at a disadvantage against attacks! He can't fight off whatever is on a planet like this!

It's Mace (and Depa).

Anakin, however, doesn't realize this. He has gone Feral.

Back to the beginning

Jango Fett has been very busy w/Important Mand'alor Paperwork all day. He finally has time to go and relax a little, and he makes it all the way down to the exit before he realizes:

It is really cold outside. He is not in armor bc he was planning to only do paperwork today (though he still has many weapons). When one plans to stay in the same room for almost the entire day, one does not wear normal garb.

That said, he has no protection from the cold. He forgot his jacket upstairs. He rushes back up to his office.

He distinctly remembers that he left the jacket on the back of his chair, not on the seat.

He also is wondering what that lump is.

He arms himself, grabs some of his "emergency" armor plating, and walks over to the chair.

He lifts his jacket up, expecting a bomb or some paperwork that fell off the desk, or something logical.

He does not expect to find a tiny Togruta child clinging onto the fabric, whining as they're woken up by his yanking of the jacket.

Jango's brain stutters for a moment, then he kicks into action.

First things first, he wraps the jacket around the Togruta. They thankfully stay asleep. Then he turns up the heat, because he knows the office has gotten colder in the twenty minutes or so he's been gone, and Togruta are from warm temperate zones.

He decides to call, in this order, a guard who can help him watch the Togruta (they did break in, after all), a medic to check the Togruta’s health, and the first person he can find in his contacts that might know an adult Togruta.

Next group

Rex and Cody manage to get the teen to stop fussing over them for long enough to ask for her name.

Her, clearly lying, but that’s understandable: My name is Ine.

Cody, who knows exactly who this is now: Oh, kriff. You’re Duchess Satine, aren’t you? Kriff.

Rex: Wait, Satine? As in the General’s Satine?

Satine, now very suspicious and reaching for her stunner: I think you need proper medical attention.

Cody, looking down at their eleven-year-old selves: Yeah, I think so, too.

They agree on one thing, at least.

Obi-Wan is crying. Loudly, uncontrollably, w/too many Emotions to even care that he’s supposed to be an adult rn.

Other Obi-Wan is very uncomfortable, bc he doesn’t know how to handle children too well.

They found this kid unconscious in the middle of a ruined, abandoned town.

Obi-Wan was meant to hold this kid while Qui-Gon did research and Master Dooku tried to convince the Council that it was entirely necessary to bring the kid back to Coruscant. Granted, they can still give the child to the locals at any time before they make it back to their ship, but apparently the Force is Being Loud.

The Force was Being Loud when it told Master Dooku to come along.

The Force was Being Loud when it led them to that town.

Qui-Gon and Dooku have argued fifteen and a half times on this mission, and an additional six times on the flight here. Obi-Wan is trying to mediate but also doesn’t want to overstep. The Force is Being Loud, sure, but the kid is also Force-sensitive so it might be something off that.

He didn’t argue with holding the kid bc he thought that it was better than being caught between the Masters.

Holding a crying child and trying to get two adults to stop arguing bc they can’t decide how to comfort the kid is not better.

Obi-Wan keeps walking past them to the ship with this baby. He does what he’s seen some crechemasters do to the younglings. The kid eventually calms a little, and he belatedly realizes that both Masters are still behind him, not with him.

Anakin is panakin.

He is currently in a state of Feralness. His instincts have kicked into overdrive, full-on Survival Mode.

Depa and Mace do not know this. All they know is that there was suddenly an extremely powerful Force presence that started fading quickly (bc Anakin started shielding).

They burst into sight of Anakin and are suddenly attacked by all four feet and some of Feral Force Child.

It’s all they can do for a good minute or so to avoid losing their fingers, eyes, or untorn clothes.

Mace puts a few things together very quickly.

This planet is uninhabited by any sapient life. Therefore, this child is utterly alone. This child also is clearly strong in the Force, and knows how to hide their presence, for whatever reasons. Mace is a Jedi, and therefore is bound by certain duties.

He decides it is his Duty to get this kid back to Coruscant safely.

Back to the beginning

Ahsoka wakes up to find a familiar face looking down at her. She’s still tired, but not as much. She’s very aware of her size, and does a few quick observations.

She does not fully know who Jango Fett is. She does know that some clones run off bc they hate war and weren’t given a choice an- no. Not going down that path yet.

Ahsoka assumes, semi-incorrectly, that she was shrunk or deaged and somehow found by a rogue clone.

She knows it’s a rogue clone bc they’ve got weird armor.

So she does the logical thing and tries to comfort this clone bc he looks really worried and kinda panicked. She stands up on the spinny chair and tries to balance and he practically lunges to help her and she can’t help but giggle, but it comes out in a bunch of chirps instead.

The clone picks her up and looks really awkward so she pats his face bc that’s the best she can do bc she doesn’t want to disprove the fact she’s two yet.

For all she knows, this rogue clone has no idea she’s actually a Commander in the GAR.

He doesn’t, but for different reasons than she thinks.

Rex and Cody go with Satine to the city. They have introduced themselves and said that they were separated from their aliit. They don't know where said aliit is.

Satine is highly suspicious by this point, bc these two kids recognized her with only part of her name, and they were alone, and they speak Basic with Mando'a thrown in.

Basically, she thinks that they're children of people like Death Watch, but she's too young to know that Death Watch isn't really into children.

Rex and Cody get checked over by a medic, but also start trying to get access to some working comms. They are refused on account of being suspicious children (which makes them a little upset bc they're not children)(Well, they are, but not those types of children)

They have not yet figured out that they are in the past, bc Cody and Rex only know that General Kenobi talks about Duchess Satine, and they know about Padme Amidala from General Skywalker, so clearly this Duchess is really young and the General simply viewed her as someone he wants to protect.

They are very very very wrong.

Obi-Wan manages to calm himself somewhat now that it's just him and... him.

He is three, and he knows roughly what's happening, so he knows he should probably act like a 3yo.

Unfortunately, he has very little understanding of how child ages work. 3 is smart enough to go up the stairs and communicate with adults, but def. not old enough to speak sentences that are 15 words long with at least 2 5-syllable words.

Fortunately, his older (younger?) self doesn't know children either.

So when this 3yo starts telling him that he needs to leave the two Masters on the planet and head to Tatooine really fast, Obi-Wan is more concerned about the idea than the strangeness of "this is a 3yo suggesting this".

Obi-Wan is really good at convincing people. Including himself. He manages to get Padawan Kenobi to leave supplies where the ship is supposed to be and head towards Tatooine.

He says that the Masters will be fine, they know how to survive, and they need to be alone together in order to work through all the tension. Plus, it gives them plenty of time to talk to the Council.

Toddler Kenobi also tells himself that he'll take the blow and say he used a mind-trick.

Padawan Kenobi doesn't believe him yet, but Toddler Kenobi smiles like a very smug adult and says "you'll get there eventually". What he truly means is up in the air.

Anakin, since waking up, knows much less than everyone else. Which is saying something.

He knows he's Smol. He knows he's Alone. He knows Someone has come and they are Strangers.

One thing about Anakin's instincts is that they are very much Survival Based. He was Feral when he joined the Jedi, only he had to hold those instincts back for most of his life bc of being a slave.

A slave cannot bite someone who approaches and Vibes Wrong.

By the time he felt okay with being Feral Out Loud, he also felt safe enough that he didn't need to activate his Survival Mode.

What I'm trying to say is that Anakin does not realize how strong his Feral Instincts are. He has absolutely no control over them rn.

When Mace decides to Help this child, this child is trying to Maul them.

Mace makes a small ruckus to draw Anakin's attention to him so Depa can move back. Depa pulls out her saber now that she won't hit the kid. The kid notices Purple and Bright and Lightsaber.

Lorge Jedi Mind says this is Good. Safe. Jedi.

Smol Feral Brain says this is Dangerous. Mean.

Anakin freezes on sight and just starts tracking Depa's saber. She does one of those things where a snake or something is focused and the person waves the fire or the food slowly to make sure the wolf is watching it and usually they toss the thing away so the snake follows it.

Mace instead takes this opportunity to wrap Anakin in his cloak. And Depa's cloak. And the spare ones in their bags.

Feral Child is not happy with this. Feral Child is also unable to scratch or Maul or do things other than bite and snarl.

Depa carries Feral Child while Mace comms the Temple and they walk back to their ship.

The Temple is having a field day.

First, one of their Shadows reports that a well-known bounty hunter got an emergency message from a pal of theirs that said Jango Fett needs help learning Togruta childcare.

Then they get a call from Dooku, which is not the mission report they wanted.

Yoda: Mission report, you have?

Dooku: Of a sort. We successfully spoke with the locals, then went to investigate a rather large disturbance.

Mundi: A disturbance?

Dooku: We found the source to be a Force-sensitive child.

Mundi: So you are here to ask for more time on the planet?

Dooku:...

Yoda: Bring the child back, you wish to?

Dooku, unapologetic: He is of an acceptable age to be admitted into the Temple, and no other beings were around at the time to entertain the idea of there being guardians.

The Council is sighing and muttering bc this is a Disaster Lineage (and they haven't even met the other two yet). Their call is interrupted by the sound of crying and Dooku saying the child's woken up.

Then there's another Shadow who sends a message saying a set of twins that seem like Death Watch were found by the heir of Clan Kryze.

Finally, to top everything off, they get a call from Mace Windu and Depa Billaba. Two very dignified, not-at-all chaotic Jedi from a perfectly respectable lineage.

Yeah, most of the Council and the Order itself forgets that Yoda had a hand in raising Windu. Yoda "Feral Grandpa" who throws children at every problem. Grandson isn't doing too well? Throw a child his way. Other grandchild is struggling to cope with grief? Throw another child their way. Oh, there's a war going on and newest grandchild is angry a lot? Here's a child!

The entire lineage has a soft spot for children.

Anyways...

Mace: Our mission was a success. We found the artifact and both specimens.

Koth: How long until your return?

Mace:...

Yoda: Found a child, you did?

Gallia: Master Yoda, that's a rather illogical guess. Once is unusual, twice is-

Mace: Oh, did Qui-Gon find a child as well?

Yoda, smugly: Bringing the child back, are you?

Depa, from the background, after a rather loud snarl is heard: We do not bite things, young one.

*more snarling*

Mace: We have no reason to believe he was not alone.

Tiin: *deep sighing*

Mundi: *mild confusion noises*

Koon, eagerly: Please send photos of this youngling. For the archives, of course.

Mace, nodding sagely: Of course.

*extremely loud yowl* *sounds of Mace turning*

Mace: DEPA!

Depa: He nearly bit off my finger!

Mace: That doesn’t mean you pinch him!

Depa: What else am I supposed to do?!

*sudden exclamation filled solely of Mando’a, Huttese and Twi’leki curses*

Mace: So, I don’t know if he speaks Basic, but Master Che should be able to talk him through a check-up.

Yeah, several Council members are experiencing headaches now. Normally, they would have some empathy for Mace and his own stress-induced migraines. They currently do not.

Right after that call, Dooku calls back to say that Obi-Wan has left without them.

Mundi: He left the child with you, right?

Dooku:

Mundi: He left the child with you, right?

Obi-Wan did not leave himself with the Masters. Obi-Wan has listened to Mini-Obi and is off on some wild space adventure to a criminal-run planet.

The toddler won’t stop staring at him. He asks for a name. The kid says to call him Ben.

OW: Is that your name?

“Ben”: It is a name I am called :)

OW: That isn’t what I meant.

“Ben”: I know :)

Ben also keeps staring at OW’s lightsaber. OW decides to make sure the kid doesn’t start playing with it when he isn’t looking.

MEANWHILE

Ahsoka has figured out that she was really very oh-so wrong. She’s on Mandalore. As in, the Mandalore that is under Jango Fett. Bc she’s with Jango Fett. He’s holding her hand bc she was nervous about the strange looking medic (who was just wearing armor, but not clone armor and civies don’t wear armor.)

Ahsoka knows very little about Jango Fett. Clone Buir, Mandalorian leader, tried to kill Master Kenobi. Also dead.

He asks how she got in. She shrugs. She is too small to fight back so she can’t let him know anything. Whatever everything is right now. But also, he doesn’t seem mean or evil or anything.

Oh yeah. Skyguy said that Mandos love children. That's why the clones were so protective of her, even with Skyguy on her side of the argument.

She decides to use this to her advantage. She can probably get herself a comm, and enough time to call the Temple. If she can convince them she at least knows a Jedi, then they can come get her and she'll work from there.

ELSEWHERE

Rex and Cody are getting really upset. This Duchess is really nice, but she's acting really weird and keeps insisting she's not actually called Duchess. No one will give them a comm, they keep getting weird looks for speaking Mando'a even though they're on Mandalore, and Satine's father keeps mentioning a Fett. Maybe Boba's set a bad example again.

Rex starts to fall asleep, to his chagrin. He's too bored, sitting and getting some abnormally extensive check-up. Cody is fine, but he's used to the calm that is General Kenobi. Rex usually has a Togruta teen in the vents and a Human that is never where he's supposed to be.

Rex does, in fact, fall asleep. His "twin" starts glaring when a doctor goes to wake him up. Cody makes it clear that his brother is like Cat: once asleep, you do not wake.

Satine is giggling, but trying not to let the others hear. Cody does. Cody looks at her. They have a stare-off.

Cody goes back to glaring at the doctors. He will not admit to any emotions besides Protect™.

BACK TO

Obi-Wan and Ben have made it to Tatooine.

#star wars #star wars fic #another star wars au #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #kote fett #cody fett #rex fett #cody #rex #ahsoka tano #disaster lineage #mace windu #depa billaba #jango fett #duchess satine #time travel #deaging

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