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Nu Kyr'adyc, Shi Taab'echaaj'la

*rushes to post this before the month is up* Happy Halloween! This is my contribution to Clonetober! I used the prompts Fives, Cutup, Droidbait, tears, and haunt (because apparently I love writing Force Ghosts lol). Title is Mando'a for "Not gone, merely marching far away." Hehehehe have fun

Ao3 link below, like always

Summary:

Hevy appears beside them before the base finishes exploding.

Cutup punches the gunner in a move that probably hurts his knuckles more than Hevy’s plastoid-covered shoulder before tackling him in a hug. “You self-sacrificing di’kut!”

Droidbait quickly joins the hug. He really doesn’t want to let his batchers out of his sight again. Even if that now means watching over the twins and keeping Hevy and Cutup by him and not what he had originally thought. Kriff, that’s the second time the plan had to be adjusted and doesn’t that just hurt.

His brother squeezes them tight. “I did what I had to,” he says, voice muffled from where he’s buried his head in Cutup’s shoulder.

“We know, Hevy. We understand.”

"Not gone, merely marching far away." But what if that marching on was actually...relatively close?

----

Droidbait is the first of Domino to die. One second, agonizing pain wracks through his torso, the next, his vision goes dark. He blinks and here he is, standing above his own body, Nub, CT-327, and Sergeant O’Niner surrounding him.

He blinks again. “Uh...what?”

The Sergeant gives a half-hearted smile. “We’re marching on. Apparently, that includes watching over our brothers.”

“I, uh...huh.” Droidbait has only heard that term a few times in passing, but he knows enough to gather what his CO means. It’s probably a lot more popular of a term out on the frontlines, even with how early into this war they were.

“So, are we going to follow them, or are we just going to watch the droids take the base?” Nub asks, spurring them into motion. Said droids — the same droids that killed him and Nub, he realizes with a start — are chasing the survivors out of the base and taking it over.

They trail behind his batchmates, somehow able to pass through the closed grate, however odd it felt. Down and down and down they crawl, the tunnels never seeming to end. They crawl for what feels like hours but is probably only ten minutes until the light starts to get more grey and less black. Hevy kicks open the other grate and they jump out one by one.

“What do we do without the Sarge?” Fives asks as they start down the path.

“The reg manual says the next—”

“Wait, wait!” Hevy interrupts Echo, holding a hand up and halting. “Did you hear that?”

The four turn consecutively and Droidbait snorts at the irony of how it looks like a domino effect. Straining his ears, he listens for what Hevy pointed out. A faint hissing makes itself known from somewhere close, but he can’t pin it.

“It doesn’t sound like droids,” Cutup adds.

They’re scanning the rock in front of them. The droids had landed somewhere close, hadn’t they? Could they possibly have reinforcements waiting outside for them? Droidbait didn’t know. He never made it to the front lines and the thirty seconds before what just happened surely didn’t count.

The heavy gunner raises a hand. “Don’t forget about those giant eels.” Ah, yes, the eels Echo talked about whenever someone suggested they try to sneak outside.

Fives tilts his helmet in a way Droidbait knows he’s likely rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve…” Something moves over his head and he tunes out his brother, glancing up.

It’s an eel. And it’s headed right for Cutup.

It snatches him off the ground, screams ringing through the air as it bites down on him. “Cutup!” Droidbait finds himself shouting in unison with his batchmates.

Someone starts shooting and he squeezes his eyes shut, hoping he doesn’t have to see his closest brother ripped in half. The blaster fire resonates in his ears over the screaming and his head swims. So much is happening, has already happened today, and they’re not even in an official battle. He fights to focus again, clenching his fists. When he’s able to open his eyes, Nub’s hand is on his shoulder and the eel is gone. His ears ring for a few more moments.

“Ugh, poor Cutup,” he catches once they decide to work again.

That’s it? That’s all they’re going to do? Say only that and move on? A sob chokes the back of his throat. He gets that they had to move on — sithspit, they didn’t even get to do anything about him, as far as he’d seen — but it feels so unfair. Maybe it was a good thing he never made it to the front lines if this is what it entails.

Nub gives him a little nudge and he manages to shuffle along as they follow the remaining three. Cutup hasn’t appeared next to them, so he must still be alive. In agonizing pain, trapped between an eel’s jaw and—

He needs to think about something else.

Glancing ahead, Echo is tapping around on his vambrace. When had they stopped again? After a minute or so, he stops. “It’s no good, their comlinks are on a different scramble set."

Their…? Right, the inspection team. He wants to hope that means these three get off this blasted rock safely, but just fifteen minutes ago he thought Cutup would’ve been included in that, too.

“I’ll signal them with this flare,” Hevy states, holding it up. Droidbait does a double-take. Where had that come from? Granted, it was Hevy, but Droidbait has no clue as to when he could’ve picked up when they were escaping. Which meant the heavy gunner already had it on him, while watching the scope earlier. He sighs, which draws a laugh out of 327, for some reason.

Hevy lights it up and they hold their breaths. He positioned it well, Commander Cody should be able to see it clearly. Within seconds, more blaster fire sounds out from above. He looks up: the landing platform is almost directly above them. An explosion rocks the ground for a second and debris falls, missing the group by mere meters. As soon as it stops, the final three Dominos pick their way around it. This time, he finds his feet moving on their own.

Two clones stand across from them, in orange and blue armor. Commander Cody and Captain Rex, guns raised and pointed at them.

“Hands above your heads.” His brothers’ hands shoot into the air promptly. “Take your sunbonnets off. Take them off. Now!” While Droidbait questions the Captain’s word choice (sunbonnets? really?), his brothers comply.

The second they come off, the ground shakes. Another eel emerges from the rock near them, a growl escaping it that makes his hair stand on end. Captain Rex fires off a shot faster than anyone in Domino has ever seen, hitting it in the eye. With one last growl, the eel falls to the ground, life seeping out of it. Everyone braces themselves as the impact shakes their footing once more.

Wandering over to the eel, Captain Rex kneels by the eye he hit and takes off his helmet. Droidbait blinks when he sees blond hair. He’d known about the Captain, yes, but that wasn’t a detail that made its way through Kamino-centric gossip (and for good reason).

“Nice shot,” Hevy compliments. The shock and amazement on his brothers’ faces are amusing, but he has a feeling his face looks the same. Even the Sergeant looks impressed.

“The name’s Rex,” the Captain responds, reaching out and touching the eel’s blood. Ew. “But you’ll call me ‘Captain’ or ‘sir.’”

“Sir, yes, sir!” his batchmates call out, standing at attention as Captain Rex stands. When Sergeant O’Niner snorts, Droidbait registers that he, Nub, and 327 all straightened to attention as well, even unseen as they were.

“I’m Commander Cody, your new boss,” the other man introduces himself, taking off his helmet.

Fives talks first. “My designation is trooper two-seven dash five-five-five-five, sir.”

“Wow, did Mr. ‘The-Name-is-Fives’ just say his whole CT number out loud?”

Droidbait spins, nearly knocking himself over in his haste. Cutup now stands to his left, helmet off, a semblance of a smile on his face. Faintly, Droidbait realizes he has no idea where anyone’s helmets have gone in death, his own included. Rather, an overwhelming rush of emotion hits him, making him pause for a second before acting. He’s here! Which means he’s not in pain anymore, but means he died, too. The other three couldn’t go back for him later.

“Bait?”

Flinging himself forward, he wraps his brother in a hug. Arms immediately wrap around his own torso. Plastoid armor makes it clunkier than he’d like, but it still soothes him. The two stand there, reveling in the comforting touch. Ignoring whatever their batchers are talking about, they hold onto each other like a lifeline they technically no longer need. Did that make it a deathline, then? Did that even make sense? Either way, Droidbait never wanted to let his batchers out of sight again. The Sergeant said something earlier… ‘marching on includes watching over our brothers’ or something like that. Yeah, he’ll do that, with both Cutup and his living batchmates.

Cutup and Droidbait stay standing there until Nub taps them on the shoulder and alerts them to the others moving out. They’re going to try and retake the base from the droids, and the Sergeant wants to know if they want to follow behind. Nodding their heads, they set off to observe and support them.

They watch the living troopers take back the base through an odd plan courtesy of the Captain. They watch as Fives gets hit by a blaster bolt in the arm. They watch as a Separatist fleet lands on the moon. They watch as Hevy excitedly picks up a rotary cannon once more. They watch as the handset doesn’t link up with the detonator. They follow after the group while Hevy stays behind to fix it before leaving himself. They rush back up to the base when Hevy doesn’t follow, not caring if the Sergeant and the other two are behind them or not.

Hevy appears beside them before the base finishes exploding.

Cutup punches the gunner in a move that probably hurts his knuckles more than Hevy’s plastoid-covered shoulder before tackling him in a hug. “You self-sacrificing di’kut!”

His brother squeezes them tight. “I did what I had to,” he says, voice muffled from where he’s buried his head in Cutup’s shoulder.

“We know, Hevy. We understand.”

“Love you, vod. Please don’t do that again.”

Hevy responds by pulling them impossibly closer into the hug. They cling to each other, reflecting on what happened and avoiding those thoughts all the same. And if they all break down crying once the adrenaline wears off, well, that’s not really anyone else’s business.

----

Following the explosion, Domino decides to follow their two remaining batchmates around, who had gotten themselves inducted into the 501st Legion. It was, after all, the logical next step. Sergeant O’Niner, Nub, and 327 all leave, having their own living batchmates to look after.

Fives and Echo get to paint their armor shortly after arriving on the cruiser. “You’re definitely not shinies anymore,” Captain Rex reiterates, handing them the buckets and paintbrushes. They thank him and take their supplies to a quiet corner in the barracks near the bunks they were assigned.

They take off their armor and set it on the ground, sitting beside it, Echo to Fives’ right like always. Echo’s looks more organized than Fives’, but Cutup knew Fives likely had a better understanding of where he set which piece. The paint sits in front and between the two of them, lid now on the ground and paintbrushes at the ready. There’s a minuscule portion of red paint on the lid one of them must’ve managed to steal from the medics, along with some grey, black, and, surprisingly, white. Where they got that, he has no clue.

“Any bets on what they’re gonna do?” Cutup asks.

“I have no idea,” Droidbait responds.

The twins stare at the armor for a few moments before looking at each other. “Any ideas?” Fives asks Echo.

He tilts his head to the side. “A few. It’s, uh, easier to think about armor designs than anything else right now.”

Fives nods and rests his hand on Echo’s knee. They sit in silence for a few more moments. “Alright, well, I have this idea, but I’m going to need your help executing it.”

They start with the standard 501st stripes down the arms and cuisses, chatting softly to one another. Except, not quite. Fives leaves white stripes in the paint of his left cuisse: three grouped on top and two closer to his knee.

Hevy narrows his eyes at the armor, abruptly jolting, almost falling off the bunk he sat on.

“You good?” Droidbait asks.

He blinks a few times. “I think the stripes are for us.”

“What?”

“Look at it again.”

Cutup does. Three… and two. Five stripes, five Dominos. Droidbait, himself, Hevy; Fives and Echo. Oh. Fives. His eyes sting and he blinks to clear it.

The blinking works and he continues to watch as they continue to paint more of their armor. They take turns putting a handprint on Echo’s chest plate to match the mark Captain Rex had left. Then, they paint the indented cheeks of the helmets blue to match each other. After that comes the top of the helmets. Echo paints two matching stripes on either side of the fin and then the fin itself. Fives watches as he does this. Once done, Echo pulls out a utensil of some sort and scoots closer. They bend over the helmet together, working on an outline. Handing the helmet back, Fives goes to begin painting while Echo produces a piece of flimsi and begins to sketch.

Most of whatever they designed is blue, starting at the front of the helmet and framing the fin all the way back. Finally, the red is used, forming two small dots and something that, at first glance, he thinks is a triangle. The little point on the short side proves otherwise.

Fives sets the helmet down to dry after that. Cutup’s breath catches in his throat when he sees the full pattern for the first time. It’s a Rishi eel. Not only did he do the stripes, but Fives also painted a clear reminder of what happened to Cutup. Everyone can see it this way. He and Echo are likely to be the only living people who recognize the full significance of it, but that’s something he wants everyone to see and himself to see as a tribute and reminder.

He doesn’t bother trying to blink back the tears this time.

Droidbait shuffles over and sits by him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Bait—” he starts, leaning into his brother’s side.

“Shh. It’s okay, I get it.” He looks close to tears himself.

Meanwhile, Fives and Echo begin to take whatever Echo sketched out and paint it onto their armor. They place it in different spots: Echo on his left cuisse, close to where Fives had painted the three stripes on his, Fives on his right pauldron. This uses up the black, grey, and white, but none of the red. Some of the blue is even mixed together with the white to make a lighter blue they use to frame something.

They set down the pieces to dry, and suddenly, Hevy has tears starting to fall. The armor has a rotary cannon, Hevy’s specialty weapon, framed in a circle. Underneath the circle is a small box, painted white over the blue. In Aurebesh within the box reads, “For Hevy.”

Droidbait stands up and drags Hevy over to where Cutup sits, hugging both of them. They accept it gladly, watching as the twins start painting on the armor connected to the back of their gloves. Hmm, from what they had seen around the ship so far, most brothers didn’t paint that part, and if they did, it was an extension of the stripes.

Instead, they paint a series of circles inside each other. There’s only one thing it could be: a target. Droidbait starts crying, too, and the three of them hold tight to each other as they watch their living brothers finish up and start packing up the supplies.

“Do you think they’d like what we did?” Fives asks, low enough Cutup has to focus to make out the words.

“I think so. They deserve to be remembered. They deserve to be painting their own armor right now,” Echo responds, choking up near the end. Fives pulls him into a hug. They cling to each other for a few moments, not unlike the rest of the squad was doing, before pulling away and standing up to clean off the brushes and give the can back.

If only they could see them now.

----

Coming back to Kamino alive would’ve been interesting. Coming back while dead is straight-up strange. Everything and nothing has changed since they last wandered these blinding white halls. Cadets go about as normal, yet Domino Squad has been irrevocably changed. What are you supposed to think when you watch your two living batchmates wander an area that must remind themselves of you everywhere they look?

Then the battle starts. Droidbait has found that he’s picked up on the Mando’a spoken by the infantry troopers just as fast as Fives and Echo in their time in the 501st. It’s a nice thing, being able to understand their brothers more than just the handful of words that get spread through Kamino. Unfortunately, that makes the battle harder to watch, curses and shouts and pleas being thrown around and yelled as soldiers die and watch their friends die.

Echo and Fives perform wonderfully, as always. From being personally requested to snipe by Commander Havoc to helping 99 to protecting the cadets and even getting the cadets a little battle experience of their own. Cutup fails at holding back a laugh when Fives gives his little inspirational speech, Droidbait almost following suit. Not because it was bad, or anything, but because his vod seemed to be unconsciously crouching to get closer in height with the verd’ikase.

Then… then 99 died. He had, miraculously, appeared right next to them. Hevy still has his arms around him, talking his ears off. Cutup and Droidbait somehow managed to get a hug from him, too, even without Hevy letting go. Now, they watch as the twins chat out near one of the landing pads, helmets off somewhere and the sun shining for once.

Echo, gesticulating with both arms, recites a story from the squad’s cadet days Cutup’s not sure he’s not just making up as he goes. Fives — equally amused and skeptical, if the set of his eyebrows says anything — stands there with his arms crossed.

“That doesn’t sound like anything cadet-you would’ve done,” he comments.

Echo scowls slightly. “Yeah, because I never had any sort of fun with you guys while we were here.” He sets his right hand on his hip, an indignant set to his brow.

“I’m just saying, even if you did it, you probably did a lot more complaining than you’re telling me,” Fives responds, lifting his hand off his arm momentarily.

“I didn’t complain that much!”

“All you did was complain about us not following the rules!”

“That’s...only mostly true.”

Hevy snorts. When Droidbait turns and looks at him, he shrugs his shoulders. “The story’s true, but Fives is right about him complaining more than he’s saying. I was there, I’d know.” 99 nods in agreement.

“Echo, Fives,” Commander Cody says as he and Captain Rex approach the duo, who fall into attention at his words. Droidbait perks up at his voice and turns back to face them completely. What could the Commander have for them next? “You both really stepped up in the heat of battle.”

“We did what we had to do, sir—”

“ —what any clone would’ve done,” Echo, then Fives, says, completing the sentence like it’s no big deal, just like Domino Squad got used to them doing. It was odd to others outside their batch how often the duo seemed to be on the same wavelengths, but they’d been doing it for so long, Droidbait almost stopped noticing when it happened.

Captain Rex steps forward and moves in front of them. “Both of you showed valor out there, real courage. Remind me of me, actually.” At that, Cutup chuckles a little. Droidbait rolls his eyes.

Commander Cody looks at them, a twinkle in his eye. “Echo, Fives, you’re both officially being made ARC troopers.”

Dead-Domino Squad cheers loudly and proudly as the twins look at each other in shock. Everyone on this section of the platform, dead and alive, sports a grin at the words.

“I don’t think the Separatists will be coming back here anytime soon,” Rex states, drawing the attention back to him. “But if they do, Kamino will be lucky to have clones like you defending it. Good job, men.”

The officers salute, Fives and Echo doing their own only seconds later.

Droidbait finds himself standing on the platform with Hevy, Cutup, and 99 long after the officers and their batchers have walked off. They’re celebrating, outwardly excited in a way the twins won’t be able to until they’re in their barracks later. He’s smiling so wide still, his cheeks are starting to hurt. He can’t find it in himself to care.

“They did it! They’re going to be ARCs!” Cutup exclaims again, laughing. “Holy kriff, they really did it! I’m so karking proud of them right now!”

“I knew they could,” 99 says softly. “All of you have that potential. I’ve known since you were the littlest of cadets.”

Hevy hugs him tighter and Droidbait gives him another one while Cutup’s grin grows impossibly wider.

They chat and celebrate for a few more moments, sharing memories and telling 99 of the good times before the disaster on Rishi before Cutup stops halfway through a rambling story he had of some cadet-aged shenanigans Force knew how long ago. His eyes widen.

“Guys, I just realized something!”

“Wow, you can think?”

Cutup punches Hevy in the arm— carefully enough to avoid 99, but hard enough to at least try and make it hurt — and continues. “If we’re already on Kamino, then the 501st is kinda leavin’ them here when they ship out again. And they’ll be here for the next few months, too.”

“Oh.” Droidbait finds himself saying in unison with Hevy. “Oh,” again, with grins splitting across their faces. They have months to figure out how to haunt Bric. This will be fun.

----

Fives has been sitting in the corner of the closest empty room to the hanger since he got off the ship, feet planted on the ground, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasping the back of his head, a vacant stare focused on the ground. The only bit of armor he’s taken off is his helmet, which slipped from his fingers without him noticing, now lying by the door. He hasn't talked in hours and, quite frankly, Cutup is starting to get worried, even if the rest of Domino has been almost as quiet for just as long.

The three dead brothers have situated themselves around him, a protective barrier no one can see. If only they could actually do something for him, anything: talk to him, hug him, just be seen by him.

But they can’t.

It’s quite literally impossible.

In lieu of getting to touch Fives, Cutup found himself wrapped in Droidbait’s arms again. Hevy had paced the room, fuming, until about 2 minutes ago, when he slumped against the wall adjacent to Fives, resting his head against the cool surface, staring at the ceiling. The world feels muffled and Cutup can hardly imagine what Fives is experiencing right now.

He wonders how much longer before one of the 501st comes looking for Fives. He hasn't debriefed yet, nor shown up to the barracks. Someone should have noticed by now.

Maybe they're giving him space. But Cutup doesn't think his vod needs space right now; he needs someone to hold onto him and let him, help him, grieve.

He still can't believe what happened. Another death, that's one thing, especially when they'd expected him to appear right away like Hevy did. But he didn't, so they thought it might take a bit longer like Cutup did. And yet, as much agony dying slowly put him through, he'd rather it have been that than what seems to have happened.

He hasn't appeared.

It's been hours. Too many hours. He's still alive. Fives has no way of knowing. They have no way of telling. And Cutup can't help but feel like this might be a fate worse than death because nobody will know to go back. Nobody will be able to save him from whatever the Separatists plan to do. So instead of dying slowly over minutes, hours, days, he'll be slowly dying over years.

He just wishes Fives would move, show that he's still alive, too, right now. He hasn't moved for at least 10 minutes and his legs are bound to be numb by now. Not that he probably notices.

Why hasn't anyone found him yet?

Droidbait shudders and presses closer into his side. Hevy is now staring at his fingers as he flexes and unflexes them. Fives still won't move. They don't know what to do.

Force, they're going to have to tell 99 what happened. Their ori'vod hadn't gone with them. He's been alternating his time between Kamino, the 501st, and another group of brothers he apparently watched over when they were cadets. Not just what happened, but the aftermath, too, because he will undoubtedly want to hear about how Fives is doing. He always does, but even more so once he finds out.

The door finally slides open. There stands Captain Rex, the top half of his armor off, a few things in his hands. He steps into the room and walks over to Fives, somehow avoiding them even though they're in the way and not visible.

Fives doesn't look up, doesn't acknowledge he notices the Captain in any way. He very well might not, after all.

With the lack of response, Rex crouches down, gets himself to Fives' eye level. "Hey, vod'ika," he murmurs.

Fives glances up and Cutup lets out a small breath of relief. Pain has seeped into his gaze, no longer vacant. Seeing it twists the knife in Cutup’s chest further in, the small amount of relief gone. He has to steel himself for the conversation about to happen; it’s going to hurt.

“Can you talk?”

Don’t know. Don’t want to. Fives signs choppily, left hand still clutching at his hair. That’s good, that’s a response of some sort. That’s still good, right? Force.

“Okay, we can work with that. I’m going to sit next to you, is that okay?” Fives nods, a harsh, quick jerk of his head. Rex does so, setting himself to Fives’ left. (Not the right, nobody else got to be to his right.) He sets the things he brought with him to the side.

Suddenly, Fives’ breath speeds up and he starts tugging on his left vambrace, clawing at the plastoid, trying to get it off. He looks so fragile, all Cutup wants to do is curl up and cry with him.

Rex grabs his hand, stopping the movement. He takes the hand off the armor and keeps it in his grasp. “I’ve got it. I’ve got you, vod’ika.”

Fives breath hitches, not quite a sob, not yet. He signs a small thank you, holds out his left arm, and lets the Captain carefully take off the plastoid and stack it to the side. He buries his head in his right arm, having had to let go to let the armor come off.

Working quickly and only speaking to tell Fives what he’s doing next, Rex takes off the top half of Fives’ armor. Everything from pauldrons to the gloves comes off, leaving the duo only in their blacks, leg armor, and kamas. He reaches back over to the things he brought with and picks up a square. Unfurling it, Cutup realizes that it’s a blanket from the barracks. He drapes it over Fives’ back, tucking him into his side with his arms around him, getting to do exactly what Cutup wants to do.

Hevy — wait a tick, when did he move — throws his arms around him and Droidbait. He knows what the heavy gunner is thinking, what they’re all thinking. If they can’t comfort Fives or tell him what they know, at least he has Rex.

Then, the tears start.

Not just from the ARC, though mostly from him. No, all of Domino Squad breaks down. The situation is hopeless, from either group’s point of view. It’s been building for hours now, but seeing Fives break is the tipping point. They’d been a lifeline for each other, motivating and pushing and being there for each other every step of the way. From decantation through forever. Now that’s gone, torn away by a kriffing extraction mission.

The twins may have spent less time with the 501st recently because of their ARC missions, but Cutup can’t help but be glad that that is where they got their start, who they teamed up with for this last mission. Right now is hard enough. He can’t imagine how much more it would tear at them if they weren’t on the Resolute, weren’t near other brothers Fives knew well.

He just hopes they give Fives more time than normal before his next mission, let him stay surrounded by these brothers he needs by him. Based on how Cutup feels himself, and that’s nothing compared to the ARC right now, he’ll need all the time they give him and more.

Fives buries his head in his brother’s shoulder, clinging to him. “He’s gone. He-he can’t. He can’t be. Rex- I— ” He finally speaks for the first time since the mission, voice cracking, breaking off into more sobs. The Captain holds him tighter, rubbing soothing circles on his back, eyes shining himself.

Why can’t there be a way for them to tell them?

Di’kutla, shabla kyr’am.

----

Fives is starting to understand why General Skywalker hates sand solely from the number of times he’s been on Tatooine. Umbara is quickly becoming that for him, this dark planet full of creatures and plants killing his brothers. Felucia was bad — this is worse. At least on Felucia, they had Jedi who cared about how many men were dying. At least on Felucia, Echo was alive and by his side.

At least they had a general who led from the front, then, not hiding in the back. At least they had a general who didn’t seem to be going out of his way to create tactics to create the most casualties. At least they had a general who, while reckless, they could trust.

Yet said general had been called away again by the Chancellor (why did the Chancellor always need him at the worst times?) and they were stuck with this hut’uun.

They have barely had any battles under him and Fives will count it too soon if he never has to again after this campaign. What a karking disaster.

Blasterfire and crawler tanks and rocket launchers and the HUD having to adjust how dark this planet is and brothers dying left, right and center. Rex wouldn’t listen to him and the General has to hate clones with how he’s insisting they continue even after all of this. The medics are all stressing and overwhelmed by injuries, Kix especially. It doesn’t help that these giant plants seem to be more in the way than proper cover against these tanks.

Felucia was ten times easier than this campaign and they’re still early into it.

He stands his ground, shooting at the tanks with both pistols. Maybe, just maybe, if he's lucky enough, his ARC training will shine through and reward him with a crippling hit to one of them. Not that that has happened yet.

Someone shoves him to the ground seconds before blasterfire flies from an angle he didn’t expect. Right where his head was. He hadn’t noticed anyone or anything over there. Do karking better, trooper. You know better. Especially for the middle of a battle.

“Thanks, vod,” he says to whoever pushed him. He picks himself up quickly.

But there’s nobody near him. Nobody close enough to have shoved him, and it definitely wasn’t the joke of a Jedi that was still hiding in the back of the troops. What the kriff.

He can’t stand and contemplate, though. One oddity hasn’t changed the fact that he’s in an active war zone. Blasterfire continues to be aimed at him and he needs to return it.

Following through with that line of thought, Fives turns back to the battle and files the moment away for later. Later, when, you know, he wasn’t actively trying to not die.

True to his thoughts, Fives finds himself reflecting on the moment as they settle into the airbase.

“You good, Fives?” Hardcase asks as they finish gathering tools to decrypt the hardware on the Umbaran fighters.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Whatever face he must be making doesn’t convince him and his brother raises an eyebrow. “I’m doing better than Kix?” he offers.

Hardcase scoffs. “That’s really not that hard post-battle. What’s on your mind?”

He shrugs. “Oh, it’s nothing really. Just… do you ever feel like you’ve got some brothers who are marching on that are watching over you, even during battles?”

A sorrowful half-smile makes its way across Case’s face. Fives wonders who he’s remembering, if it’s a batchmate or close friend or even a recent squadmate. “Especially during battles.”

He shares his own smile. “It’s just one of those moments, that’s all.” No need to elaborate.

“Ah, gotcha.”

Someone calls for Hardcase in the distance. Fives gestures toward where it came from. “Sounds like someone needs you. Better leave, might be that excuse for a general. I’ve got the rest of this.”

The heavy gunner takes a step away, then turns back around. “You’re absolutely sure?”

“I’m sure, Hardcase. I’ll be fine. Hopefully, I’ll be done decrypting it by the time you come back around.”

With a nod, he puts on his bucket and leaves. Fives takes in the tools and the fighter. He could think over things on his own as he works on it. Provided the decryption doesn’t require his full attention. Nothing like a little mechanics to help, right?

Fives doesn’t get the chance to think about the odd shove until after the campaign. By then, it’s the least of his worries and things occupying his mind. Karking Umbara and Krell.

----

Fives is smothered in hugs before he can register what just happened. He had been lying on the ground, in the most pain he has ever felt, Rex pleading with him, mind clouding even worse than whatever that kriffing kaminii did to him. Now, three sets of arms squeeze him, chattering reaching his ears but not registering. He grunts.

"Oh, kriff, he needs to breathe.”

Immediately, the arms loosen but don't back off. He shakes his head, taking in his surroundings. It's his batchmates that are hugging him. "Hevy?"

His vod nods, half a smile on his face. Droidbait and Cutup share their own when he looks at them, too. Hevy, Droidbait, Cutup. They were dead, so he must be, too. Finally marching on after all these years as the last Domino. The realization is half a relief, half a distress. Is Rex going to listen to him? Who’s going to do anything about the chips?

“You sure are hard to keep alive, did you know that?”

“Huh?”

“That one dark planet… I can’t recall the name right now—” for the better, Fives can’t but help think at the mention of it— “but we saved your life then! Well, I did that time. Anyway, we did a few times.”

He remembers a push in the midst of tanks and blaster bolts and no brother being there. His eyes widen. “That was you?”

“Sure was!” Hevy exclaims. “And Ninety-nine, he helped a bit. Oh, he’s going to be happy to be able to hug you and talk to you again. Mostly, uh, because of the whole, you know. That’s not the point I was making. We saw the bolt while you were distracted and pushed you. Other times, it was placing your helmet by you, startling some animals to create a distraction for the enemy, kicking abandoned blasters near you, stuff like that. For some reason, we could only touch stuff when it directly related to your survival. Isn’t that odd? We tried for years but it didn’t change.”

Cutup shoves the heavy gunner’s shoulder. “Force, vod, let the man think.”

“Right, right, sorry.”

Fives finds himself blinking at his brothers, sludging through the last dredges of fog clinging to his mind. “Ninety-nine?”

“Yeah!” Droidbait responds enthusiastically. “He’s not here right now; he’s watching over the cadets on Kamino. So actually, he saw you kind of recently, he just stayed while we followed you to Coruscant.”

He startles as he realizes they aren’t in the warehouse or anywhere on Coruscant. Rather, they’re in some sort of void that looks like the inside of a star destroyer if he focuses. What.

Despite the revelation, breathing is coming easier. Thinking doesn’t hurt as much. He scans his eyes over his batchmates. Droidbait, always the hugger out of them, still presses closest to his left side. Cutup’s to Droidbait’s left, where he has backed off a bit but keeps his hands on Fives’ pauldrons. Hevy’s on his right, one arm looping around the back of his shoulders, the other around Cutup’s back.

But wait, where was...? His brow furrows.

Hevy catches his eye. "Something wrong, vod?" A pause. "Besides the obvious?"

He takes a breath and gulps. "Where's Echo?”

They don’t answer, glancing at each other. His stomach drops. No. He knows what they’re going to say before they say it.

“Fives,” Droidbait says gently, “Echo hasn’t died yet.”

His knees buckle without his permission and Droidbait tightens his arms further, keeping him up.

He left him behind. They had promised each other they wouldn’t leave each other, desperate to cling to their last remaining batchmate. He had thought Echo had broken the promise by dying, but it was really him who broke it. He wasn’t the one left behind like he had thought after the Citadel. No, it was the other way around. He left Echo behind. His fellow ARC, best friend, twin.

His hands shake as he reaches up and rests his head in his hands. Dampness hits his palms and he realizes he’s crying. It’s hard to breathe again. Someone rubs circles on his back, the familiar but long-missing-finally-returned feeling of the other three still around him.

His head spins, the fog that was finally leaving stubbornly staying. He hunches forward, glad to be sitting already.

When did he sit down?

“We’ve got you Fives.” He can only tell who whispers it because of Cutup’s accent. It comes from the same direction as the hands resting on his shins. They must’ve not changed spots, only sat down.

“I left him.”

It’s all he can say, his throat refusing to form anything other than sobs. He broke rule number one. The tiny logical part of his brain tells him that it’s not his fault, it was the Separatist’s for blowing up the shuttle and driving them away, but it gets drowned in the wave of thoughts and jumbled emotions that encompass the rest.

His brothers offer comforting words, soft and quiet. They sit and guard and comfort him as he breaks down. Light touches on his back and shins and side paired with whispers and reassurances and somehow refutes to the thoughts racing through his mind. They get it, too, he realizes. They just had the luxury of finding out a lot sooner.

They sit with him until he exhausts himself. Even then, they make no haste to go anywhere.

He missed this, having his batchers by his side. Even with Echo still alive, this is something he hasn’t been able to experience since the Citadel. Since Rishi, if he wanted to be more literal about it. A silver lining in it all. Slowly but surely, they help Fives put himself back together.

Domino Squad and 99, months later, watch as Rex and the Bad Batch find Echo. They get to watch Echo fight and struggle and work his way back to some semblance of normal. The last Domino standing stays strong, just like they expect him to. Soon enough, he’ll be comfortable with his prosthetics and the Bad Batch and all the new variables in his life, they discuss with 99.

But it doesn’t come. Something much more sinister takes the place of the expected normal. All Fives can do is grip onto Hevy, Cutup, Droidbait, and watch as his twin lives to fight another day and wait.

And wait.

Mando’a Translations:

Di’kut: Idiot

Vod: Brother

Verd’ikase: Private (military rank), can also be used literally as "little soldier" (plural)

Ori’vod: Older brother

Vod’ika: Dear brother

Di'kutla: useless, stupid, worthless; Shabla: screwed up (impolite); Kyr'am: Death

Hut’uun: Coward (worst possible insult)

Kaminii: Kaminoan

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cyoza · 4 years

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shrike

I was not going to post on here and I tried like 5 times but for some reason the ao3 link isn’t showing up in the tags sand I’m feeling very frustrated so I’m just going to upload the first chapter on here and then the rest of the chapters will be on ao3 because it took me forever last time to get all the chapters together here

I’m going to post the link to my ao3 at the end and see if it works this time but its literally giving me a headache lol

In his 3 years as a protective agent of the CIA, Dick Grayson had never once slept past his alarm. However, he’d never felt the urge stronger than he did that morning. Even with the blaring siren of his alarm sounding, he’d lay staring at the ceiling for the few minutes he could spare wishing he could hit the snooze button.

For the next 6 months.

Dick had been very lucky in his 5 year career, shadowing various important but interesting diplomats and thus learning a lot more than the average person about the world and often top secret information. But it seemed like his luck had run out. For he was to spend the next 6 months babysitting some spoiled, pampered princess.

Kory Anders had definitely built up a reputation for herself - and not necessarily a good one. From his research, he had found multiple articles that described her short temper, recklessness and honestly almost careless attitude towards dating; a new man or woman on her arm every month. It didn’t help that she was an actual princess which meant that guarding her was going to be a bigger pain in the ass than usual. When it came to Royals, they would feel more comfortable with their own services as well as CIA protection which made it all the more difficult to get the job done. Safe to say there was no real part of him looking forward to the task.

But Dick got up anyway, clicking off both his phone alarm and battery back up along the way. He got ready in a daze, cruising on autopilot until he stood in front of the mirror adjacent to his front door. White shirt crisp and immaculate as usual, dark navy tie placed perfectly at the centre, all pulled together with a sharp angled black blazer.

A picture of a model agent.

Bruce Wayne would be proud.

Dick watched as his eyes narrowed automatically at the thought but he forced himself to relax; he didn’t need anymore tension in his body today and thinking about his adoptive father wasn’t going to help.

So he grabbed his keys and made his way to work, again not really present for the journey but the dread that settled in him as he pulled into the parking lot forcibly ejected him out of his reverie and back to reality.

He tried to ignore it, doing the best he could to seem like his charismatic but professional self as he made it through security. Saying hello to Joe as he x-rayed his bag and commenting on Max’s new hair do as she scanned through his fingerprints and ID before making his way through the halls to the DS’s office.

He paused facing the heavy mahogany door, bracing himself before knocking.

‘Come in,’ was the gruff reply.

Dick let out a sigh before entering, shutting the door softly behind him and making his way to stand by the double burgundy leather arm chairs opposite the mahogany desk.

Directorate of Support Officer Charles ‘Chip’ Wenthem looked every bit the stereotypical middle-aged officer was to be expected to look. Thick grey caterpillar moustache with a matching buzzcut and permanently stress induced protruding coronary in the neck.

‘Ah Grayson, good you’re here. The Royal Family will be here any minute. I know this isn’t the best assignment but I want you to put your best foot forward, alright? We really need this to go well.’

‘Of course, sir. Looking forward to doing the best I can for my country as always.’ He lied, giving him a tense but polite smile that neither reassured nor reinforced his statement. Yet neither of them mentioned anything, knowing the job would get done either way to an exemplary standard anyway.

‘Glad to hear it, son. Now, as explained in the dossier, you’ll be guarding the Princess Kory Anders of Tamaran along with her personal protection services named Faddei Adeliyi. You’ve done this enough times that I don’t need to hold your hand, Grayson, but proceed with caution. The Tamaranians keep to themselves so we don’t know much about them for a background on customs. Follow their lead and watch yourself. You’re one of my best agents and I don’t want you to get kicked off this case for something stupid, alright?’

Dick suddenly felt the tension he’d tried very hard to suppress return to his body at full force. Chip was a good DS but it was times like this that he felt his patience with him was paper thin. 10 years of experience in law enforcement with 5 of them in covert operations just to have him speak to him like he was a teenager fresh out the force on his first mission. Dick bit back his frustration and gave him another tight smile but before he could speak again, there was a knock at the door prior to Chip’s mousy assistant poking his head through.

‘Um, sir, we have the Tamaranean Royal family through security and here to see you.’ Arthur spoke quietly, shifting his eyes rapidly between Chip and the floor. Even after 2 years working here, Arthur was still terrified of every single thing; it was a wonder how he even got the job.

‘Send them in.’ Chip waved his hand in confirmation sending Arthur’s head back around the door before he came back to swing it wide open again.

Dick had seen beautiful people in his life as he seemed to always fall into their orbit unintentionally. But they all paled in comparison to the people who walked in the room in those next 5 minutes. The man who walked in after Arthur could only be described as ethereal. Towering taller than any other person Dick had come into contact with, it wasn’t his height that commanded the attention in the room nor was it his transfixing good looks. His shoulder length dark locs framed his face and corresponded with his gruff beard, which were both laced through with grey and emphasised the high slant of his cheekbones. It was his eyes, however, that drew the attention to the face, a gleaming brilliant gold that seemed luminescent even in the poorly lit office. But it was neither of these things that person would be enthralled by. Rather the aura around him was so authoritative and regal that it demanded an attention that you never wanted to withdraw. He seemed to glide as he walked into the room, his mulberry chiffon-like robe swishing around him as if there was a breeze that existed only for him. Dick could only assume he was the King, especially with the thin intricately woven golden crown he wore, pinning back some of his locs.

Even the guards that trailed behind him were some of the most stunning guards he’d ever seen, despite them dimming in comparison to the King. A man and a woman, again taller than the average person and again dressed in a similar shade of mauve to the King but more combat appropriate. Dick felt his knowledge of gender binary being challenged as he observed them both, the woman’s head shaved with a complex design tattooed across the expanse and the man with equally elaborate braids running across his scalp and trailing down his back. He had never felt more inferior in his life, even with Bruce Wayne as a father.

Dick’s attention was brought back to Chip as he made his way around the desk to greet them.

‘Your Majesty King Myand’r, welcome to the US. It is our utmost pleasure to be able to host you on your stay here.’ Chip had never sounded or looked more nervous in his life, this interaction clearly having the same effect on him as it was having on Dick.

‘Thank you..Charles, is it?’ He questioned, moving forward to extend a hand which ‘Charles’ anxiously but gratefully accepted. ‘And you must be Dick.’ He turned to Dick and stretched out a hand toward him too.

‘Yes, Your Majesty.’ Dick hoped his voice sounded strong and stable but he made sure that his handshake was, uncharacteristically wanting to exert himself, as futile as he felt it was.

‘So you’re the one protecting my daughter. Then let me introduce, my eldest daughter - Princess Koriand’r.’

King Myand’r stepped aside and it felt like all the breath had been punched out of Dick’s lungs. He had seen pictures, of course, but as beautiful as she was in them, they all felt like insults compared to the real thing. Dick didn’t know where to look first, completely overwhelmed by her presence. She seemed to be a head shorter than her father so she still dwarfed everyone in the room and it didn’t help that the vivid scarlet curls that sat atop her head gave her added inches that she really didn’t need. The crimson coils seemed to halo her face in a heart shape, her cheekbones high and sharp like her father’s and just like her father, her eyes were transfixing. Bright and shimmering, they mimicked his luminosity but hers were an emerald green that paralleled the jewels themselves. They were only emphasised by the glittery gold eyeshadow she wore, her pouty full lips also painted with a dark maroon.

Dick knew he was being rude but he couldn’t help but look at her. It was difficult to look away, especially when she also wasn’t wearing very much. As relatively warm as it was in Virginia in September, it definitely didn’t warrant the outfit she wore, or lack thereof. Again she wore a varying shade of purple to her counterparts, but this time it covered way less. Clothed in a light cotton skirt he could barely call a skirt, it reached the floor but the two high slits travelling up her legs all the way to her hips left very little to the imagination so her legs seemed to go on forever which were only highlighted by the 5 inch gold gladiator sandals she was wearing. Her midriff was also bare, the top she was wearing covering her breasts and not very much else, wrapping around them with two tiny trivial spaghetti straps holding the fabric up.

Dick felt like he had been staring at her for a lifetime but it was probably only 10 seconds, so he cleared his throat and stepped forward to greet her.

‘Princess Koriand’r, hello. My name is Dick Grayson, I’ll be forming part of your protective team while you are here in the US. It is very nice to meet you and it’s an honour to be guarding you.’ Dick stepped forward to extend a hand to her but was taken aback when she merely rolled her eyes to the side and ignored his outreached hand to fold her arms.

Dick looked frantically between the King and Chip dropping his hand and worried that he’d made a faux pas and offended her within a minute of meeting her. But he had merely taken the cue from her father with a handshake. Maybe it was different for different genders? Perhaps he was supposed to curtsey or bow?

‘You must excuse my daughter, Mr Grayson, she is proving difficult to convince that she does in fact need your services. She is quite headstrong which is a trait we admire in our country as it shows strength. But in times like this, we could possibly do without it.’ He explained before gesturing to his daughter.

‘You don’t need to talk about me like I’m not here, Father.’

Dick reeled hearing her voice; it was rich and melodic and suited her perfectly.

‘Well, Koriand’r, start acting like you are here and maybe I won’t have to,’ the King retorted.

‘I don’t see why we have to be here at all. I am a trained warrior, there is no way that I could benefit from having these feeble h-’

‘Koriand’r, that’s enough!’ He cut her off sharply, eyes suddenly blazing. ‘It is time to stop acting like a child and act like you are next in line for the throne, for X’hal’s sake. The CIA were kind enough to extend their services to us while we are here and we were grateful to accept. You shall greet Mr Grayson here appropriately and behave yourself whilst you are under his care.’

Dick could see the fury building under her guise as her father admonished her, obviously wanting to argue when her body abruptly relaxed. She swung her head to face Dick, a wide, sultry smile on her face before making her way to stop a few inches in front of him, hips swaying enticingly as she strolled over. He only hoped his swirling mind wasn’t evident and his professional facade was still in place as he inhaled her sweet rosy scent. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he tried to keep control of himself and not let himself be party to whatever game she was trying to play.

‘Hello, Mr Grayson, it’s a pleasure. I can only thank you for your service and I look forward to being under your care.’ She purred, lifting her hand towards him.

Oh, these 6 months were going to be longer than expected.

Further chapters: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21785914

#titans #dc titans #titans 2018 #dickkory #dickory fanfic #dickkory fanfiction #dick grayson #kory anders #koriand'r #au bodyguard #alternate universe #canon divergence #please let it work this time im tired lmao #i really don't know what im doing wronggggg someone help me pleaseeee

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marvelous-space-nerd · 4 years

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Just breathe, you idiot ch3

Almost forgot to post it here lol. Please leave a comment if you liked it they really make my day!

ao3 link

Summary:

It has been a long day. Geralt and Jaskier got kicked out of town, and one idiot just needed to wake Geralt up in the middle of the night, barely being able to take a single breath.

The consequences of very unsafe binding featering one idiotic bard

Geralt was still watching Jaskier perform his ballad. He was dancing around the campfire, strumming his lute and singing about how the white wolf saved yet another village and how they kicked him out afterwards. He really loved how Jaskier sung about that shithole, no one would come there ever again when they heard it.

‘What do you think?’ He said after finishing.

‘Hm. Prefer your slower songs but it is a good song. So I like it.’

‘Great! I'll perform it in the next inn we see, might make some really good coin out of it.’

‘Just don't do something idiotic with your ribs.’

‘You're still angry about that aren’t you? I explained it all to you and if I may quote you, you said “I do understand, so I know I can't stop you” so don't try it Geralt. I already am way more careful than a month ago, and no I don't know how long that carefulness is going to last but right now I'm doing a pretty good job. So stop saying stuff like that.’

So he didn't say anything, he was right. He said he understood, so he shouldn’t want to stop him. And yet he wanted to stop him so bad. He shouldn't have to hurt himself like this, he should be able to live without this shit. So they just looked at each other for awhile, until Jaskier finally opened his mouth.

‘Look Geralt, I don't want to have to fight you over this all of the time.’So please, don't say stuff like that anymore.’

‘I just want to find a solution and.. uhm..’ He stuttered, he just didn’t know what to say anymore.

‘I know, but we made a plan, and yeah, it really sucks. But that’s just the way things are right now. So please Geralt, stop fighting me over it.’

‘Fine, but you gotta promise me to tell me when it hurts, stop making me guess.’

‘Alright I'll try. So-’

‘Jaskier don't just try, I need you to promise me.’

‘You serious? I don't want to distract you when you really need to pay attention to whatever foe you're fighting!’

‘Jaskier.’ He said gritty. ‘I need you to promise it’

‘Fine, I hereby promise thy Geralt of Rivia to tell you when my ribs really hurt. That satisfy you?’

‘Yes’

‘Good, so where are we headed? We really gotta find a contract soon, and I really want to perform again, so we’re going to a town with an inn or tavern. Preferably one where we don't get kicked out.’

‘Should be a reasonable sized town if we follow this road, so guess we’re headed in that direction’ He said while pointing at the nearby road.

‘Lovely. I'm not gonna sing you to sleep tonight’ He said when the witcher started looking up. He didn’t know Jaskier knew, he really thought he didn't notice. ‘Yes Geralt I know you like it and I won't tell anyone. Trust me.’

‘Hm. You going to sleep early?’

‘Geralt, I have never in my whole life gone to bed early. I want to play a game of gwent and preferably get drunk.’ He said.

‘Would love too but we don't have any drinks.’

Are you really sure about that? Did you think that I would leave the shitiest town on the whole continent without stealing something?’ He said while getting up and walking over to his stuff.

‘You stole from them?’

‘Don't say they didn’t deserve it. Anyway I saved it for a special occasion, you in?’

‘Of course, any specific deck you wanna play tonight?’

‘I feel like playing as the Northern Realms tonight, you?’

‘I'll play Nilfgaard.’ He said while finding their decks.

‘Ohoho, the dreaded Nilfgaard.’ He was now holding a bottle of wine, or it looked like it could be wine. ‘You know it's really not fair when you use all of your special cards, which I know you will do when you use your nilfgaardian deck.’

‘Afraid to lose?’

‘Me? The famous Jaskier, one of the best minstrels in the Northern Kingdoms?’ He replied with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face ‘Never.’

‘Good. Let’s play.’

Geralt won the first round and Jaskier the second. Last round was a tie, and with Geralt playing as Nilfgaard he won this game. But the bottle was still left untouched, so Jaskier proposed that they’d play a drinking game. They’d take a big sip if they’d won a round, because the other way around he’d “Have no interest in winning anymore”. And they did, and Jaskier’s gwent skills somehow became a lot better. He won the next two games without any trouble.

‘Wow that’s some really strong wine. And just like where it came from it’s disgusting, I'm not even sure if you can call this wine’ Geralt could just see that the alcohol started to kick in after the second game and he couldn't wait until he won a round so he too could drink. ‘But wow, this will do the trick, you really gotta play a bit better Geralt, you're missing out’

‘I'll switch decks,’ He said while grabbing the rest of his cards. ‘I'll play monsters this round.’

‘Doubt you’ll beat me, I’m amazing at this game.’

‘And tipsy, so I’ll beat you’

Jaskier won the first round and Geralt the next two. Jaskier was right, whatever this was it tasted like shit but he couldn't care less. He really needed an evening doing nothing in particular, not worrying about anything at all, and this would definitely do the trick. And as the evening progressed the sips became bigger, until they just downed half of the bottle in one go. It was one of the best evenings they had in a long while. They both really needed an evening of drinking disgusting whatever it was and trying to think of something stupid to do. Jaskier started this with singing some of his ballads, the bad decisions started when he started singing who knows how many rounds of Fishmongers daughter while Geralt was busy telling him to stop.

‘I'll stop when I'm dead, and you can't kill me because I'm fucking famous Geralt. It would give you more trouble than it's *burb* worth’

‘What if I just steal your lute?’ He got up and started walking to the other drunkard

‘I'll still sing it but I won't give up that easily, so fucking catch me’ And he ran away into the forest, still singing, and Geralt followed the sound of false singing and the poorest excuse of playing an instrument he’d ever heard. He just started another round and this time he seemed to stay in the same place.

‘Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger

Come quell your daughter's hunger’

He really seemed to stay in the same place this round,

‘To pull on my horn’

and he really was gonna stop him this round.

‘As it rises in the morn

For 'tis naught, but bad luck’

The sound started to become closer.

‘To fuck with a puck

Lest your grandkid be born

A hairy young faun’

He saw him, he was standing in a clearing in the woods near a little stream and was singing to the rest of the forest, clearly hoping Geralt would come out of it.

‘Bleating and braying all day, hey ho

The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba

The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba’

‘You really couldn’t think of something less repetitive when writing this?’

‘Don't you know? I wrote this song for you!’

‘It's the most annoying song I've ever heard, Jaskier.’

‘Exactly’ A smile from one ear to the other formed on his face as he continued to sing, still inviting Geralt to come and get him.

‘The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba’

So he started walking towards the singing bard, and he walked backwards slowly,

‘The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba ba’

and thus he didn’t watch his footing,

‘The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba’

and that idiot fucking tripped backwards.

‘The fishmonger's daughter, ba- ah fuck! He said while falling, and Geralt saw this as a good opportunity to stop him. He still played one out of tune note before Geralt pinned him down and put his lute aside. And of course he wouldn’t shut up yet.

‘The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba’

‘Is there even a way to shut you up?’

‘Not without putting something in my mouth, or as many bedmates did, by kissing me. But it doesn't seem like your planning on doing that so as I was singing..

The fishmonger's daughter, ba ba ba’

Kissing him huh? Doesn’t sound so bad actually,

‘Ta-da-da-da-ta, ta-da-da-da-da--’

so he did it. Before he even realized what he was doing he was kissing him, and Jaskier kissed him back. He still tasted like that horrible drink but it was still the best kiss he’s had in awhile, maybe even the best kiss he’s ever had. It wasn’t a very deep kiss, and yet it felt so passionate. Geralt pulled back and opened his eyes, and Jaskier was staring back at him, in disbelieve, but still processing what just happened. He got off Jaskier to physically give him some space to progress this, and in all honestly Geralt himself also needed to process it, he didn’t even know he wanted this until a moment ago. And now he just wanted more. He always wanted to hold him, help him, make sure he’s alright. In hindsight his feelings should have been so obvious to himself and yet.. he didn’t realise any of it. Oh goddamnit Jaskier, please say something he thought, he was so afraid of losing him because of his drunk decision making.

‘I.. Geralt… I'm sorry I-’ He finally said

‘Don't. This is my fault, I.. uhm..’

‘Do you..really want this Geralt?’

Yes, yes yes yes and a thousand times he wanted to scream. But he still was a witcher, and they shouldn’t show emotions, but most of all he didn’t want to ruin their friendship by doing another stupid thing. And those thoughts stopped him from saying anything at all. Until Jaskier seemed to read his mind.

‘We’re okay Geralt, I just really need to know that this isn’t one of your very bad drunk decisions.’

‘I do mean it. I just didn’t realize it before and I..uhm..’

‘A lot is happening right now? Yeah I know. Geralt look, I have been in a lot of relationships, men and women, but none of them knew. So, and I know this will sound weird, let’s take it slow. Especially in the sleeping together department. A lot is happening and I don't think I can handle anything anymore if we go too quick. So please, no rush.’

‘Too much is happening to not take it slow, I agree. Let’s just go to sleep now, I'm tired.’

‘Great plan, do you have any idea how to get back? I did not pay any attention to how I got here so I'm really hoping you did.’

‘I just followed you, of course I didn't pay attention.’

‘Lovely, your witcher senses aren’t telling you any clue about where the fuck we are?’

‘I'm drunk, Jaskier, just like your senses mine numb down too.’

‘Well fuck. I don't know about you but I really don't feel like looking for it right now so let’s just collect some twigs and sleep on the moss.’

‘Hm’ He said while he started to collect some twigs, Jaskier was looking for the softest spot on the ground in the meantime. Jaskier pointed at a bed of moss, and Geralt realized that his twigs weren’t going to make things any more comfortable, so he dropped them and made his way over to Jaskier. They both lied down and Geralt didn’t think it was cold, Jaskier however was shivering a few inches away from him.

‘Come here, Jaskier.’ He said

‘What?’

He let out a sigh. ‘You’re shivering and I’m the warmest thing around, so come here.’

He mumbled some things while rolling over to Geralt, and he might’ve even heard a very soft ‘thank you, Geralt’ somewhere hidden in his almost inaudible mumbling. When he was close enough he put his arms around him and Jaskier did the same. And despite the cold and hard ground, the warm body pressed against him made sure it was the best sleep Geralt’s had in a while.

‘Ah, fuck.’

That’s not a nice thing to wake up to Geralt thought. The soft morning sun was shining on his cold face and he slept great. Besides the headache and the cold floor this was a perfect morning. The thing that worried him was that he knew Jaskier didn’t swear when he’d just woken up, not even when hungover. Before he knew it Jaskier was rolling away from him, he lied on his back and he just groaned. Geralt was also hung over but he didn’t react like this. Yes his head hurt but it wasn’t bad enough to just lie on his back and just groan, and they both drank the same amount of whatever that stuff was.

‘Ah Geralt!’ He said cheery as ever. ‘I see you're awake to, sleep well?’

‘I did. You okay?’ He asked.

‘I.. You know what, fuck it. I told you I’d be honest so here it is, I forgot to take my binder off yesterday.’

‘Binder?’

‘Yeah, that’s how I decided to name my bandages from now on, figured it might sound a little nicer than bandages’

‘Does sound nicer. How bad is it?’

‘Not that bad as when you had to force me out of them, but it does hurt pretty bad.’ He said while for some reason letting out a little laugh, which looked like a bad idea. He directly bend over a little bit, hugging his chest. He started grabbing at his bandages-- no binder- when the pain seemed to have lessened a bit. He didn’t seem to be planning on taking his shirt off despite the fact that that made things significantly harder.

‘Let me help you.’ He said before he even realized it. He moved over to Jaskier, who was now sitting on his knees. He sat behind him hoping it would make him a little bit more comfortable.

‘Don't cut them this time Geralt or we’re gonna run out soon.’

He smiled at that joke before helping him out of his shirt and finding the beginning of his “binder”. It still sounded weird, but at least it didn’t sound like he was hurt anymore. The word binding implies you’re holding something together, and yet he seemed to be losing control over his habits. One day it will get bad again, Geralt knew, Jaskier himself told him he has no idea how long his habits would stay this good. So he didn’t think binder was the right word. But he’d use it, if it makes Jaskier feel better.

‘Put your hands above your head.’ He said before starting to unravel the bandages ever so careful. He made sure not to touch him to make things even a little more bearable for him, or so he hoped. He’d already seen him unbound, heck he’s even seen his chest before, but Jaskier still looked so sad, maybe even ashamed every time he had to take them off. When he was done Jaskier directly put his shirt back on, and lied back down.

‘Better?’ The witcher asked.

‘A little bit. I just really wish things were different. I mean I didn't ask for this and it’s not like I did anything to deserve it, I think. Geralt did I do anything to deserve this or is destiny just this funny?’

‘As I said before, destiny is made up, it makes people think there’s an order to this horseshit. Also implies you can’t do something wrong and get, as you say it, punished like this.’ It’s not punishment, Jaskier you’re perfect as you are were the words he couldn't get out. ‘Just focus on breathing while I look for Roach.’ He said before turning around and trying to focus, hoping he’d hear Roach pretty soon.

‘Yeah sure, I’ll come and find you in a minute.’

He just didn’t expect to hear Roach neigh that loud when he started looking.

#geraskier #trans!jaskier #geraskier au #geraskier fic #fanfic #trans!jaskier fic #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #netflix geralt #geralt of rivia #the witcher #my writing

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primrose-path-of-dalliance · 7 years

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rating: General Audiences characters: Terra-Xehanort, OC summary: When the star-shaped charm broke, Xehanort didn’t take it to a glassworker. word count: 935 also on: FFN

posting these one chapter at a time, so the above info’s based on each individual chapter.

this will be a series of 30 drabbles based on merriam-webster's word of the day. i'm also currently a few days behind so please bear with me lol. word definitions will be at the end of every chapter.

When the star-shaped charm broke, Xehanort didn’t take it to a glassworker.

From behind the cash register, the middle-aged mage pulled out a small, strangely glittering magnifying glass and leaned over to briefly inspect the charm—or rather, what was left of it. It was bent inward into a sharp but shallow V-shape, one of the orange-yellow panes fractured in one long clean crack. Another pane lay beside it on the stone counter, whole but popped clear out of its frame.

"What happened to this thing?" he asked with a severe, puzzled frown.

"It was like that before... bent and cracked, that is. That pane fell out yesterday after I accidentally dropped it."

The mage hummed and set the magnifying glass aside with a click on the carved granite. "Come back in two days. I’ll need to look at it more closely and estimate the costs before I can give you my verdict."

Xehanort bowed.

Two days later, he returned. "Can you fix it?"

The mage peered up at him from behind his rimless bifocals with a frown. "Where did you say you got this charm from?"

"I didn’t say," Xehanort said stiffly.

"Hm, of course. Well," the mage pushed up his glasses, "I can certainly fix the superficial damage. The bent silver frame is no problem, nor is the pane that fell out. The cracked glass is a bit tougher but ultimately not an issue either. However, the magic worked on this glasswork is something entirely different."

"What magic?"

"You didn’t know? You came to me instead of a normal craftsman."

"I..." Xehanort stammered, a storm whirling in his mind. "No, I—I didn’t know."

"I see. There are multiple enchantments on this glasswork. Spells to protect the glass and the frame, to keep the rope tight and the silver from tarnishing. That’s why the glass is fractured here like so," he said, tracing the crack with the tip of a finger, "and not outright shattered. It’s the same with the pane that fell out and likely with how little the metal frame’s been bent compared to the amount of force that must’ve been applied in order to do this much damage through the enchantments. You don’t know what happened to this glasswork?"

Xehanort hesitated, knowing that he had no clue, and yet—something. Something vicious and black.

The mage watched him expectantly, and finally he shook his head.

"Whatever it was, it must have been something impressive," the mage mused, turning the charm over in his hands. "Though the enchantments were stronger in the end. The spellwork is very well-done and precise. I’m not sure I could have done the same; spells of protection aren't my personal forte. They must have been a skilled practitioner."

Inexplicable pride bloomed in Xehanort’s heart, and he nodded.

"There’s another enchantment as well, and this one’s curious. It’s very difficult to pin down—I’ve never seen its like before—but it seems to be linking this glasswork to something else."

Xehanort shook his head at the question in the mage’s eyes. "I wouldn’t know what it is."

"Well, it’s very unique. Complex as well. Forging a magical connection to another object when it's not for communication is uncommon to say the least. Do you know if this glasswork possibly has any other like it? If the maker crafted other pieces like this? It may be linked to them as a kind of notation or personal signature."

"No, I don’t."

The mage shook his head. "A shame that you know so little about this piece. It’s marvelous work. Anyway, the issue with the enchantments is the beating they’ve taken from whatever damaged the glass and frame. Normally I don’t see this occur with such strong spellwork, but... in layman’s terms, they’re fraying, all of them. If they’re not repaired, the enchantments will eventually break and release a significant amount of energy before falling apart."

"That sounds ugly," Xehanort murmured.

"Indeed it would be. Theoretically I can repair them, but it will take some time and frankly, it will be expensive. It’s delicate work, especially when one of the enchantments is something I’m completely unfamiliar with. However, I would like to present a counter offer." The mage leaned forward, earnest. "I would like to buy this from you."

Xehanort tensed. "Excuse me?"

"I would like to buy this from you," he repeated, pushing up his glasses again. "It’s intriguing and quite a valuable piece; the frame is silver, and as a result it's also very conducive to magic. Personally I would value this at about 75,000 munny."

"75,000?"

"It’s negotiable, but yes. What do you say?" The mage’s eyes glowed with scholarly fascination as he gazed at the charm again, before jumping where he stood as Xehanort slammed his hands down on the counter with enough force to rattle the pieces against the granite.

"This," he growled, lip curling, the wind rushing in his ears, "is not for sale."

The mage stared at him with alarm, eyes wide, and abruptly Xehanort came back to himself, perturbed as he pulled away. "I apologize, sir," he said. "Deeply. I went too far. But I only want to get the charm fixed. I’m not interested in selling it."

"Ah." The mage nodded several times, clearly disappointed but still unsettled as he gathered the charm and loose pane of glass to place somewhere behind the counter again. "All right then. Let me give you a quote on the repair costs."

As he continued to explain the pricing, Xehanort’s thoughts drifted away to puzzle over his outburst instead—with little success.

Why?

assay a-SAY | verb

1: a: to analyze (something, such as an ore) for one or more specific components b: to judge the worth of; estimate

2: try, attempt

3: to prove to be of a particular nature by means of analysis

#kingdom hearts #kh fic #kh fandom #terra-xehanort #wayfinder #prim post #kh #prim writes

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thegeminisage · 7 years

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TODAY’S ZELDABLOGGING, which has ENDGAME SPOILERS (yes i beat it):

all right i got about ~3 hours to get my shield and beat zelda lets fucking do this

the temple of time music is breaking my heart

this is one place where i'm mostly ok with them not using a classic tune for it tbh

like this music has so much grief and tranquility

i used to think the plateau was SO huge and really it's almost miniscule

i know it's a bit of a waste of time but i'm making the final trek on foot, no fast travel, temple of time to the castle

So Many Guardians

i can fight them now but only if theyre in the right place too close or far away and i cant do it

on a side note: yesterday (?) i found a beautiful pink spring i took many pictures of

today i saw that glowing spot on the map and realized i'd never figured out what it was!

dropped a pin bc i was curious, and it's the pink spring

temptation to warp over, check it out, and warp back: astronomical

but i'm on both a mission and a time limit, so it'll have to wait

ok. ok. im Here. its Time. lets go. shield first. that is My Shield, and the stalnox Cannot have it

there's a door i can't figure out how to open :/

ah, i see the stalnox

but i want that door!

google isn't helping me so i guess i have to leave it??

ok, all abilities fully charged, 3 fairies, plenty of food. i can do this. i almost killed one by accident once. that is MY SHIELD.

oh my god its got SWORDS stuck all in it jesus FUCK

my first shot did a lot of damage! but im wearing the atk+ armor which i can't keep on, it's a glass cannon

oh my god that was so EASY?

i kicked its ASS LMAO

YESSSS THERES MY SHIELD OH YES

holy shit when my swoprd strikes something in here it sounds like cannon fire! steady glowing too

i don't think there's one right way to go here so i'm gonna try to explore as much as i can

i've been spoiled by the fact that zelda has a diary laying out somehwere so i wanna find it for myself

ohhh the remains of the red carpet in here

i'm actually next to the tower i climed before, apparently i was just shy of exploring all there was to see up there...i'll see if i can have another look

lol i decide that and it IMMEDIATELY begins with the lightning storm

i found it!!! oh god was this her bedroom ;_;

AAAH SHE TALKS ABOUT LINK

he's quiet and persostent and can't resist a good meal

and it talks about why he never speaks ;_;

I LOVE THIS HE HAS A PERSONALITY!!!!

omg she even talks about her mother ;_;

A WOMAN NOT OF THIS EARTH

the goddess hylia or was it fi?? oh my god.......

WORTH IT!!!

found the guard chambers ;_; this all hurts my heart, so much was just Lost

oh my god no THE BLOOD MOON...

huh. no cutscene here

honestly fighting my way thru moblins in hyrule castle...haha man

ohhhh the library ): i bet zelda loved it here

oh my god they even had docks under the castle!!!

oh NO i found the king's journal

he hated being cruel to her and was gonna be kind when she got back but instead the last time they really saw each other they were fighting!!!

still doesn't give him an excuse tbh but i can find a SLIVER of sympathy now

okay so........now i've explored all the insides. i go out?? i.......fight ?????

oooohh god im scared again ))):

oh shit oh Shit i found it oh god

im looking up a walkthru to read after the fight starts i dont need any more surprises

ZELDA?

OH MY GOD HE'S DISGUSTING HE'S SPIDER LIKE I AM SHRIEKING WHY IS IT ALWAYS SPIDERS

YEAAHH BOY HALF HEALTH FUCK YOU GANON

I HAVE COURAGE!!!!

ooh he has guardian weapons

ok yes walkthru

GOD LMAO if you dont free the divine beasts you have to fight the minibosses here

oh god this is gonna be tough

haha "guardian weapons will break your shield" NOT MY SHIELD

i mean yes it can break but its Highly durable and replacements can be made if it does

OH GOD HE'S GROSS HE'S BUGLIKE WHY WHY

GANON THE MAN WOULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER

i mean i know. they had us fight a manlike thing in ss AND tp but. i miss him

oooh down to 25%

YES FUCK THERE HE GOES

eeeew

im ready for phase 2 baby

there's gotta be one right there ALWAYS is

YES here we go

AAAH I GOT THE BOW OF LIGHT

oh no i dont have epona though just a different horse im sad i should have left her out

BUT HE LOOKS JUST LIKE GANON THAT I KNOW

OH MY GOD THE FINAL BOSS MUSIC IS THE TRAILER MUSIC

THE MAIN THEME AT LEAST

WE'RE ON HYRULE FIELD NEVER DID I SUSPECT THIS WOULD BE OUR BATTLEGROUND

I DID IT!!!!

ZELDA

BEAUTIFUL SWEET YOUNG BRAVE ZELDA WITH HER MUDSTAINED DRESS

oh my g o d

"may i ask, do you really remember me"

oh my god...oh my god

ANSWER HER?

AND NOW CREDITS? IM DYING

ohhh the credits showed a bit of everybody and despite myself when they played the trailer song and showed the old man/the plateau i welled up we've come so far

HEY THERE'S SHIGERU MIYAMOTO'S NAME HEYYYYYYYY

awww that was the last song of the trailer

A STINGER

THANK GOD

ohh my god

IF THE SPIRITS OF THE CHAMPIONS AND THE OLD MAN WATCHING LINK AND ZELDA WEREN'T AN OOT NOD....

OH MY GOD ONE MORE SECOND AND ZELDA COULD HAVE MET EYES WITH HER FATHER

jesus christ, old man disappeared last too, my HEART

theyre gonna restore hyrule!! they're gonna travel together again!!

okay i GOTTA load my file and see what's what

awww it's the one i saved right before the battle i thought there was post-game content...?

it does have a little star next to it tho

ah well

that was.......incredible

and i cried

so there's that

man!!!!! im so, so glad

what a good game

honest crit: no, it wasn't PERFECT

i could have stood more classic tunes to punch me in the feels more often and give us more of that old #aesthetic since they changed SO much about everything else - at times it didn't even quite feel like a zelda game, though the reminders that it WAS were always heartbreaking and wonderful

also maybe this was just my playstyle but i feel like there could have been more than just the four dungeons since they were so short...i know the dungeon-y puzzle stuff was spread all around with koroks and shrines, but is One big dungeon too much to ask? even hyrule castle had 1000 ways you could have gotten through

could have stood a little more acknowledgement of who you were and what you were doing as the divine beasts started waking up? like from npcs and shit, not even for Glory or whatever but just because the story felt reeeeeeally spread out, even with the memories scattered everywhere

and again a little bias here but some of the battles once you began getting Up There were a little TOO fake-difficult...i saw white bokoblins in old old places so i know it has to do with You, not your location, and i could have lived w/o it tbh

would have loved some form of new game + or postgame content, but maybe i'm just sad bc i misunderstood a spoiler or w/e it was that happened

things i loved:

the music

the cinematics, holy shit

the voice acting

when they DID use classic tunes it was to INCREDIBLE effect, same with the castle style, the ruins, even the nostalgic armor

obviously the open world gameplay was delightful and addicting, i literally couldn't get enough

the final boss battle wasn't too hard but VERY climactic and wonderful, just difficult Enough - could have maybe been a BIT harder but then i did start with him at half health!!

the dungeons, while there weren't enough of them, were EXTREMELY cool, i felt DWARFED by those beasts, after i saw the first one i never called them jaegers again

actually kind of liked the weapon durability thing bc then i could just pick them up during combat when i was running low and steal them or fight with them, throw them, etc

did not like the BOW durability, all my bows broke VERY quickly, that and running out of arrows always was totally urgh...even with my weapons inventory upgraded i STILL couldn't hold all the cool ones the game threw at me, it needed to be like that for players that favored the bow - more of them that were OP, more arrows, etc

anyway i could go on and on but

i gotta sleep, and

i'm so happy zelda is free

it would have been so cool to have her as a companion in post-game, Somehow

or at least see her reunion with all those who missed her

or see link get his memories back

it ended a bit too soon but it was beautiful and i loved it

goodnight

#personal #loz blogging #botw spoilers

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ennuiae · 7 years

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Wow so it’s only Day 4 of my Shopping Fast and it’s been difficult to say the least. I’ve found myself doing a lot of internet window shopping and envisioning myself with new stuff every couple hours or so. I didn’t realize how bad I had it to be honest. To help control myself and keep track of the things I REALLY want..I thought I’d compile the a list here.

I’m almost tempted to only allow myself to buy things that are just off this list to better control my spending and really keep myself aware of what I want. I’ll keep you posted on that idea, I’m not quite sure I want to commit to that just yet since I’m only just beginning this shopping fast. Anyways without any further delay, here are my top items!

Wish List

Jamie + The Jones Pocket Box Tee

Ever since discovering Jame + The Jones last May, I’ve been smitten! The shirt I keep going back to is the Pocket Box Tee. I’ve always been a fan of boxy shirts and one that’s not so form fitting is exactly what I’ve been looking for. The olive color is divine and the fact that the model is close to my size in height also helps me get an idea of how exactly this would look on me. Made ethically and 100% raw silk…I mean what’s not to love? I just need to decide between olive or blush.

Jame + The Jones T Top

Anther shirt from Jamie + The Jones that I’ve fallen in love with. I feel that the T Top would be super comfortable but still appropriate for work depending on how you wear it. Though I already own a boxy black shirt that kinda looks like this (Uniqlo), it doesn’t fall on the body in the same way as the T Top does for that perfect slouchy look.

Elizabeth Suzann Georgia Tee

Ah…yes another “tee”. This one has been on my list even longer than the Jamie + The Jones shirts. Reasons why I haven’t purchased this one yet is mostly because of the price (the other shirts are just as expensive though haha) and also I can’t decide on a color I want. I LOVE THIS TEE and it would look amazing with some matching colored pants. Every time I see this styled by some of my favorite bloggers I swoon for it but I can’t decide between black, flax or ivory. It’s completely frustrating because I know if I get it in a lighter color I’ll get it dirty for sure and with it costing so much it seems like it might just collect dust in my closet because I’ll be too afraid to wear it. This is something I hate and am always trying to avoid…so black seems like a better option but then I think it would be dumb to get the T Top in black as well…maybe I’ll just go with navy to switch it up haha. Any advice would be extremely helpful because this might be my first purchase off this list if I can actually decide haha.

Elizabeth Suzann Clyde Work Pant

More than the shirts, the Clyde Work Pants have been on my radar forever. Not only do they have a stretch waistband but they have deep pockets and both of those are extremely important to me. I’m sorry but what the hell is with making pants that only have enough space to hold a few flat quarters?? Do people not realize how important pockets are or..? I’m also all about a stretchy waistband..I’m not sure if it’s because lately I’ve put on a few pounds and all my fitted pants seem to make me feel like I’m busting out of them or if I just hate any sort of tight feeling around my stomach..but fitted pants are not my jam these days. The clyde work pants look flattering on most figures and with the Georgia Tee in any color I know I would feel stylin and chick.

Everlane Go Weave Sleeveless V-Neck Dress

So yeah…another black dress. I feel like if my wardrobe was restricted to only one thing, black dresses would be it. So far I own two Kowtow black dresses that I love and one other black dress that I bought for my work’s end of the year party that I’m regretting buying now because it really isn’t my style but also one of my male asshole co-workers gave me a look up and down and called me fat at said party so since then, I can’t even look at the dress. This one is a bit more fitted but I really like how it’s slimming but also kinda boxy and angular at the same time.

Everlane Modern Point

I’ve been wanting a shoe that works well for work business trips but also can be styled casually with skinny jeans. In November, I bought some cheap pointed oxfords and I’m pissed I didn’t wait to buy these or some other better made shoes since my November ones are already worn out. I guess you live and learn right?

Vintage Jurassic Park Tee

Haha this is random but I’ve been wanting a Jurassic Park Tee for ages now. I probably could easily find this on Amazon but I worry that the materials wouldn’t last and it probably wouldn’t be made ethically. Honestly, I’ve just searching for this in recycle / vintage shops for the past year or so but still haven’t found it. I think if I find one I may have it cropped or leave as is depending on the size. If any of you see a jurassic park tee at a thrift store get it for meeee! (Size L unless it’s a tent, because boobs)

Matching Two-Piece or Romper

A matching two piece and or romper have been on my list for a long time but I can never find a piece that looks flattering on my body. I really love the matching two pieces I’ve been seeing lately but I feel like since I’m not slim it may not look as good as it does on others. Not only that but a lot of rompers are fitted for people with zero boobage so that’s another issue I’ve been dealing with. I’d love to find something like the pictures above for summer though. Maybe someday… *sigh* (pictures are from Tobi, but as they aren’t exactly ethical, I don’t think I’ll be shopping there but wow that top black romper is simply adorable).

Simple Slides

As you can already tell, my mind is on summer already. I only have one pair of flip flops (Rainbows that need to be scrubbed down lol) and a pair of four inch platform sandals that aren’t really meant for all day wear. I realize that I need to get at least one more pair of sandals or slides so I can have a few more shoe options for summer. I’m more or so a sneaker kinda girl so I have like four pairs…whoops. I really like these Anne slides in cognac from Deux Mains. I found these a few months ago but still have been thinking about them so it must mean I really want them.

That’s all for clothes and most of these have been the top clothing items on my list for 10+ months now so I feel that they are here to stay until I purchase them. I sadly also have been collecting a list of stuff I’ve been wanting to get so I thought I’d also put that here as well so it can all be organized in the same place.

Stuff & Things

Glossier Generation G in Leo

I’ve already talked a lot about Generation G in my Glossier Mini Review post and since I loved the color Crush so much I really want to get it in Leo and possibly another color. This is probably one of my favorite lip products to date (besides Burt’s Bees of course).

Glossier Boy Brow

I’ve heard so many great things about boy brow. I’ve been drying to try it but I can’t as of yet because Glossier still doesn’t do international shipping plus I’m in my shopping fast so boo! I’ve been using an all natural eyebrow pencil as of late but it would be interesting to try a wand type of applicator.

Giant Magicarp Plushie

Here’s where the nerdy part of me makes an entrance…one thing I’ve been looking for ever since I came to Japan is a giant Magicarp Pokemon plushie. I already own quite a few pokemon plushies but Magicarp has always been one that I want the most. I’ve always had a Magicarp on my team (in the game) because who doesn’t want a beastly as fuck Gyarados destroy everyone?? I’ve been peeking into every big city’s Pokemon Center when I get the chance but it seems that the only time they sold giant Magicarps was in 2013 (color was gold though). I’m hoping they re-release them or I can find one on Ebay.

This Exact Star Trek Pin

I’ve put a hold on my pin buying as of late and the shopping fast helps but one pin I’ve been on the hunt for has been a Star Trek communicator badge pin, and low and behold here it is. I’ll get it eventually but no idea when. Check out Robin Eisenberg’s website! The art, pins, and patches are superb. I also love the X-Files ones!

Art Prints

I’ve been focusing on trying to beautify my apartment up a bit and already found an art print I adore and since has been hung up! I want to create a gallery wall above my bed so I’m on the hunt for art pieces to add to this. I’m thinking of adding up to ten pieces overall so I’ll keep this updated. So far my next piece is probably going to be the one pictured above by Meszley.

If I end up getting something I’ll add this –> (updated: bought)

If I end up changing my mind about a product I’ll probably put a line through it–> like this

If I add an item to the wish list I’ll put an asterisk before it with the date like this –> *added January 2017

I’ll also link future blog posts about the items so you can always check back here for links and information.

Thanks for reading. What are your top two wish list items?

(Disclaimer: All photos belong to linked sources unless said otherwise, I do not own these photos or claim to own them)

2017 Wish List Wow so it's only Day 4 of my Shopping Fast and it's been difficult to say the least.

#lust list #wish list #wishlist

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