#because he did so little for the medical plots and even less for his own patients

[houseswife]

watching an episode of house with my sister and by the 3rd time that wilson shows up she just goes “what does this guy even do. why is he here”

#I Too Am In This Episode #truly what it feels like #I remember googling ‘what is wilson’s job’ when I watched the show for the first time #because he did so little for the medical plots and even less for his own patients #he was just there to vibe #and by vibe I mean have extremely heated exchanges with house #which are complimented by a montage of them being Soft at the end of the episode #but like plot-wise he was so pointless #I love that for him #I’m referring to early season 1 btw

[ani-and-the-corries-au]

There are some things that all troopers know Nat born's will never understand.

All the troopers grew up in a world where perfection was the standard and anything less resulted in death. Where individuality was a crime and being anything more than just another number was a danger, Where saying the wrong thing in front of the wrong person could get you killed.

All troopers know this, but post Kamino the Guards have had it drilled into them all over again. If they want to survive In the Senate they have to fall back on the lessons they learned on Kamino.

The Corries know that there are some things that nat born's will never understand. Things that Nat born's shouldn't understand.

So no one in the guard quite knows how to feel about the strange fallout of the Shiney squad's Jetti Cadets apparent discovery of the Guards position on Courcant.

It starts small, the guard notices that the boy stops being weird about the fact that most of the Corries don't use their names, when asked, the boys. "It's because I know that you have them now." raises more questions than answers, because apparently the boy just figured out that they used their designation numbers around the Senate because their names were a secret on his own. He also seemed to get an unreasonable amount of joy from the fact that all the clones chose their own names.

If it has stopped there then it probably wouldn't be so weird, but it didn't. From sneaking in extra medical supplies and food, (actual food, not just ration bars) when he discovered that 'depur' was cutting their budget for stuff that they needed to function, to the way he seemed to intrinsically understand their need for secrecy, and their reasoning for it. "secrets keep us safe." Without anyone seemingly telling him.

They all agreed that they weren't gonna ask about how the boy had managed to rangle several senators around to the truth of the situation and his point of view with only a few words to one of them. A point of view that not only had them working on trooper sentient rights bills, but also had them aiding in his more under the table helping.

At first it was weird and confusing, both because this kid was a nat born, and because how did a Jetti Cadet develop this kind of understanding, he was a child. It took them a while to connect the dots, Even as the boy started unconsciously dropping hints.

At first it was that weird little nickname he had for the Senate and Senators, in a language that even the most nerdy of Corries didn't seem to understand. They weren't sure what a Depur was, but apparently it applied to the Senate and was probably not a good thing.

The next clue was the stories, because as Anakin spent more time with the guard, becoming more of a Vod'ika than a Jetti Commander and subsequently beginning to learn more and more about the secrets that they kept from the rest of the Senate.

As the boy learnt about the lighter side of the inner workings of the guard, and how to speak the clones particular brand of Mando'a, the guards began to learn stories about Ekkreth, Leia and Ar Amu, stories about secret plots and tricking the The infamous Depur in ways that resulted in the freedom of those he enslaved.

About secret Languages, Tzai, Jappor snippets and secret rituals. About the ways one could steal back some control from the Masters in ways that they would never even notice. About things that the boy claimed that all Slaves should know, lessons that would help keep them safe from their Masters. A term that by now the guards suspended was not referring to the kind the Jedi had.

By the time the boy causally mentioned that he and his mother had been enslaved prior to him being taken to the temple, the Guards already had a pretty decent picture of the situation.

The fact that the boy had been adopting them into his own culture right under their noses had been vastly more surprising. He'd been a little awkward when he'd admitted it. Saying that he knew that they were sort of Mando'ade, but they could be Amavikka too if they wanted.

And sure, maybe it was a little dark that part of the reason the boy spent so much time in the barracks was because it felt familiar, but also this kid cared about every single one of them, to the point where he apparently sees them as family.

Well it really was no wonder that it was agreed that the entire guard would do just about anything for their Ad'ika. Including possibly stopping said Ad'ika from doing the same for them. (Bloody Skywalkers)

#ani and the corries au #padawan anakin #anakin skywalker #the courscant guard #child anakin skywalker #tatooine slave culture #of the fialleril veriaty #i had this thought in the middle of the night #its a long one but i had to write it anyway #Anakin is an Honorary Vode #and he also has several hundred siblings/new family members #they both adopted each other #tw slavery #mostly referenced but its there #the two way culture exchange is my favorite part of this au #mandalorian culture #Clone trooper culture #Corrie guard culture #the image of the Corries kind of mixing the clone brand of there mandalorian heratage with Anakin's Amavikan stories #The guards randomly weaving Amatakka in to there conversations and leaving there other siblings deeply confused #because Anakin never said they couldn't tell the other Troopers about what he told them #but he did say that they should use there own judgement #so they do

[splendidnothings]

Is it in your opinion that Peter would be able to manage suddenly coming into tens of millions of dollars?

We've actually seen exactly what happens when he comes into tens of millions of dollars (and his own company) post-Superior Spider-Man. And let’s just say it did not end well--

("Now, let's tear it down!" Amazing Spider-Man #31 (2015))

Truly, the man did not last more than a couple months, in-universe, before force-ejecting from the entire enterprise, super-villain plot notwithstanding. Even without Otto forcing his hand Peter was routinely giving his money away or using exorbitant amounts for the benefit of his family and friends. His philanthropic work with the Uncle Ben Foundation. Helping out May, Flash, and Carlie. Generally, giving his money away at any opportunity. He bought the Baxter Building for Johnny!

("Everyone was trying to buy this place...and I outbid 'em all..." Amazing Spider-Man #3 (2015))

Peter during Parker Industries didn’t “manage” this money at all. He spent and spent and the only reason he didn’t eventually run out was because his corporation imploded first.

So, I think the easiest answer is if he suddenly came into a lot of money, like for example, if he won the lottery, he would not so much manage the money but just use it until it ran dry and then find a gig to pay next month’s rent. 

Now, Parker Industries is a pretty on the nose example so if we disregard that run I still think it's clear that Peter would manage a million dollars just as well as he would ten dollars and that is to say quickly and/or probably for the benefit of someone else. Peter genuinely just does not care about having money just to acquire wealth. 

(“I don’t value it.” Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #10 (2019) I personally think this is a clunky panel because it’s telling us instead of actually showing us he doesn’t value money but alas it suits my purposes for this post.)

This is obviously not to say he doesn't know the value of money or that he is oblivious to the fact that he needs money for rent or that having money makes life easier. Most of his struggles come from a lack of money. But he doesn’t view money in the long term, he’s not thinking of it as a potential investment but merely a tool to solve immediate problems. Even when he comes into a bit of surprise money he needs it all just to cover bills (Thanks Robbie!)--

(“I have [a savings plan]?! You mean when Robbie made me sign all those forms last year?... That’s just enough for my back rent and a pizza!” Spectacular Spider-Man #126) 

Peter and his relationship with money is established early as core to his character and in connection with his economic status. When you are poor any money you earn is for immediate necessities, not something to be saved and managed. 

("Without Uncle Ben, we've no money to pay our bills." Amazing Spider-Man #1) 

He just needs to make enough to pay rent, for May's medical bills, for food. Maybe he wants to get something nice for May or Betty, Gwen, or MJ. Later on, his money worries are in relation to being able to support a wife (this occurs with both Gwen and MJ). But it's all short-term and a means to an end. Past the immediate obstacle where the money is needed, he doesn't care about money at all.

His very first superhero team-up was less of a team-up and more of Peter thinking he could make money by joining the Fantastic Four!

("There's the way I can make some money--by joining the Fantastic Four!" Amazing Spider-Man #1) 

I’ve been using multiple panels from Amazing Spider-Man #1 so far because I think it’s important in showing how ingrained Peter’s overall views on money are to the character. This is his second appearance ever (after Amazing Fantasy #15) and not only is his socio-economic class crystal clear but so is how he handles and thinks about money. 

Canonically, almost every time Peter does come into a little extra money he gives it away. This is also a pretty consistent trait of his. He's just not one to keep extra cash around unless he's specifically saving for something. Why would he hoard money when he can help someone he loves or give it to a New Yorker who needs it more than him at that moment. 

(...other people need it more than me, right?) 

Further, he doesn’t view Spider-Man as something that holds monetary value. 

(Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #1(2019))

And he knows how important money is for the average person-- 

(“If that money isn’t recovered, what happens to relief payments this month?”)

And--let’s be clear here--Peter could very easily make all the money he wants. He could easily make loads of money. Whether it be because he is a certified genius. Or because he has superpowers and could employ them in a variety of different ways to get money...and he knows this.

("If money's a problem, then I'll just get money." Amazing Spider-Man #542)

(“I can go anywhere! No one, nothing can stop me! Any amount of money could be mine...” Amazing Spider-Man #1 (ASM #1 really doing the most work in hammering home so many core character traits huh!)) 

But, Peter is just not a character who aspires to be wealthy. He wants to be comfortable. He wants an apartment with a tiny skylight so he can easily sneak out and be Spider-Man. He wants enough money to take care of the people he loves. But that's it.

In fact, the jobs that have made him money usually become a problem because they get in the way of him being Spider-Man. He values being Spider-Man over making a name for himself, finishing grad school, making big science lab money, etc., etc. or he wouldn’t be dropping these pathways to a better economic status. He's had many well-paying science jobs throughout canon and he doesn't keep them because he eventually stops showing up. He's a flake who at the end of the day doesn't value that work or that money more than being Spider-Man and helping people Grad school meant so little to him at one point that he full-on dropped out, in part, because he thought he needed to make money to pay for Felicia's medical bills--

(“I might not have quit school to devote more time to making a living...OH WELL...”)

Pulling back a bit we also have to look at Peter and his purpose as a fictional character that requires thought and consistent theme-work. A Peter who acquires wealth. Who hoards such a valuable resource is kind of antithetical to his whole deal. Arguably, his most well-known villain is Norman Osborn the literal embodiment of what an evil man with lots of money and no responsibility can do. So, it really doesn’t make for a character like Peter so rooted in the lower class, so known for helping the ones who truly need him for him in his civilian life to be a well-off guy. Spider-Man is THE street-level hero dealing with street-level crime. At his best he is stopping muggings, beating up unfair landlords, or wealthy people taking advantage of the unfortunate. He's a man of the people and doesn't like when people misuse power and what gives people power more than money?

("...I had the most money!" "Oh, give it a rest." Spectacular Spider-Man #145) 

Wrapping this up, I also think a big reason Peter never feels so beholden to money is because he knows how self-sufficient he is. He invents his own webbing, web-shooters, is shown to be extremely handy, and is a genius. Why should he care about money beyond his basic needs? He can figure things out as the situation calls for it even if all he has is $23.50 in his bank account :p 

#peter parker #marvel comics #marvel #marvel meta #long post/

[maysrinn]

I'm imagining that Lucy Gray going into labor with Clementine is absolute chaos. Because something else is going on, Billy Taupe is trying to get her back, they're unfortunately nowhere near the house and then Clementine is thinking 'You know would be funny?" And the little stomach bug is making her debut.

So Billy Taupe is trying to get Lucy Gray to the hospital, which she is like no, get Sejanus.

And it's not even over.

Months later, when Coriolanus is back, he finds out the whole story and yells "BILLY TAUPE WAS AT THE BIRTH OF MY DAUGHTER!?"

Absolute CHAOS YES

In canon Clementines birth is unhinged pure Chaos of Lucy Gray cursing everyone’s and their dead parents out before taking it back only to double it and so on. Like the day started great and the first few hours are funny even laughing about the situation, until things get real real fast. No complications just plotting a lot of murder and arson against some known individuals in the heat of the moment.

A lot of things were taken back once the little stomach bug was at last in her mothers arms

______

In this scenario is just imagine Lucy Gray is minding her own business on a chilly autumn evening in the meadow trying to write a new song when Billy Taupe once again decides to go „so about US“

Clementine makes her debut before her mother can murder her ex with her guitar. We know that Lucy gray is a fighter and a biter so every attempt of him trying to move Lucy gray to medical care would end with more wounds on his side

Also for max chaos let him do a scavenger hunt to find Sejanus because only god knows where he is at that moment. Maybe if he meets beanpole, bug and smiley he could send them to Lucy Gray in a hurry.

Lucy Gray: yeah maybe he was present BUT! and here is the but, he did not watch if that will make you feel better. Billy Taupe was held back and in check by your bunkmates.

Coriolanus: I see …that doesn’t make it less bad but okay I’ll take it.

Lucy Gray: and well I may have… did curse him out occasionally… all the time *smirk*

Coriolanus: *chuckle* That’s my girl

Lucy Gray: *mumbles* and you-

Coriolanus: huh?!

#tbosas #snowbaird #alternate universe #you think pregnant Lucy gray is scary? think again #no guitars were broken in the process #clementine does what she wants

[badbatchsprincess]

Heated ~ pt.6

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6

Masterlist

Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Canon typical violence, sex!pollen trope, some injury, sexual themes, masturbation, heat cycles, rut

Finally I got his chapter done lololol there's 4k extra words in this one so please enjoy haha!

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"We're under attack!" Wrecker pointed to the sky as more Separatist bombing droids came whizzing by, firing at the Venators in orbit.

"I'm getting Y/N," Hunter started, taking off running towards the growing commotion, but he was suddenly taken off balance when Tech tripped him with his own foot, causing the Sergeant to go tumbling into the grass. He looked up at Tech with a glare.

"You cannot go," Tech said, looking at the camp. "With your heightened senses, it may kill you. From what I can see, those wearing helmets are okay due to their air filters, but those who were caught off guard are starting to display signs of infection. Rescuing Y/N will only risk our own infection, and then it will be irrelevant."

Hunter looked back at the camp, distraught.

"We can't just leave her," Hunter growled, standing back up again.

"What if she's infected?" Crosshair asked, looking down his scope at the medical tent. "The Omegas on the science team died."

Wrecker growled.

"The Omegas died because they had no Alpha to cure their induced heat," Tech read through the researcher's report. "The heat symptoms progressed too far unnaturally."

Suddenly, their com channel cracked. "Hunter?"

"Wolffe?" Hunter responded, looking back at the chaos across the clearing.

"I got her, Hunter!" Wolffe radioed in. "Are you at the Marauder?"

"Yes, we're up here," Hunter said, relieved he could finally take a breath. He grabbed his scope and looked down the rolling hills, trying to see through the foggy red dust.

"We're on our way," Wolffe turned his com off, leaving the 99's in anxious silence. Hunter could pick up the stench rolling off Wrecker and Tech. While the scent was significantly less, even Crosshair was getting nervous seeing the rising tensions in the crowd of 104th regs.

"I see them," Tech said, zooming in his lenses. "1 o'clock."

"What happened to her?" Hunter tried zooming in closer to their silhouette. Y/N was thrown over Wolffe’s shoulder, dangling limply, while Echo followed behind, holding a bloody rag over his face.

"Is she hurt?" Tech asked, trying to get a clearer image.

"I can't tell," Crosshair hissed.

Wolffe and Echo ran as fast as they could, dodging regs and shoving their way through the chaos. When they finally made it up the hill, Wolffe was panting and rubbing at his eyes, trying to wipe the dust from his skin.

The others backed up, not wanting to get any closer.

Wolffe set Y/N down on the plush grass, letting Echo kneel down and press his hand to her forehead. He adjusted the little filtration mask pressed to her face, letting her head lull to the side. She was knocked out cold.

"What the hell happened?" Crosshair couldn't believe it.

"I don't know," Wolffe rasped. "But you gotta get her out of here!" He was panting, starting to feel the effects.

"Tech, power up the ship, we're leaving now," Hunter placed his helmet on, securing the filtration system. The others did the same, running to get the ship primed and ready.

"Radio the General, please!" Wolffe was tearing at his armor, starting to feel the unbearable itch of a rut forming. "Fuck!"

Hunter bent down, picking up the tiny Omega and turned towards the ship.

"What about the other Omegas?" Echo asked, looking back at the camp. The infected regs were raising their noses in the air, seemingly trying to tail a particular scent.

"We can't save them all," Hunter decided, saving Y/N was the top of his priority. "We're not risking it."

Echo just nodded and followed him onboard the ship, letting the door close behind him. 

When Tech started to pull the Marauder up into the air, they could see the Commander crawling in the grass, fighting the effects of the drug, but in the distance, they saw the beady eyes of the infected following Y/N’s trail. 

They seemed to fall into rage when they realized the Omega had gotten away; their howls could be heard from the ship.

"Maker…" Echo was in disbelief. It was hoards of feral Alphas, hundreds of them.

"What happened to Pip?" Wrecker was nudging her limp body, pathetically trying to wake her up.

"Is she infected?" Tech asked.

"No," Echo confirmed. "She got the mask in time."

"Are you infected?" Hunter looked at their co-pilot.

"No," Echo shook his head. "I'm barely human, nonetheless an Alpha. I don't think it affects me the same way it does all of you."

"We should still check," Tech put the ship into autopilot and went into Y/N's bunk to grab her med kit.

"What happened to her?" Hunter asked, setting her down gently on the floor.

"We just got to the triage tent, she was clocking in when Wolffe came to speak with her," Echo noticed the way Hunter’s eyes narrowed, possessively he might add. He was going to love rousting Y/N when she finally wakes up. "They were talking when the bombs dropped. She saw the red and knew exactly what it was. She grabbed a respirator and tried to save her friend, that little skinny Omega."

"Taran," Tech chimed in.

"Yeah, sure, anyways," Echo looked over to his longest-known friend. "She got knocked over in the chaos and hit her head. Almost got trampled but Wolffe found her and got her out." Echo wanted to smirk so badly, knowing it was going to drive his unit up the wall to know Wolffe saved the day once again. 

They had been pining for her ever since they met her, but Y/N was too oblivious to notice. But the arc trooper noticed everything. His sense of smell may have been demolished, but he could see it in all of their eyes.

Echo also may or may not have caught Crosshair rutting with an Omega that looked nearly identical to Y/N the last time they were back for quarterlies. Echo didn't say anything though, but he was always watching.

"What do we do?" Wrecker took off his helmet and sat on the floor next to Y/N.

"She'll need bacta for the head injury and probably pain management when she wakes," Tech informed.

"I'll do it," Crosshair knelt down, taking the pack. "I did it for her once on Crait."

The others just watched as he found the liquid bacta and placed it into her injector. He cleaned the site and pressed the mechanism close to her neck. He pressed the button and watched the dose administer. Her head lulled back into his hand, and he gently removed the respirator from her face.

"Ad’ika?" Hunter cooed, running a gloved hand over her cheek.

Crosshair kept his hawk eyes carefully trained on her eyelashes. She tried to flutter them open, but they were too heavy it seemed. Instead, she just clutched onto his chest plate weakly and groaned in pain.

"It's okay," Hunter whispered, watching Crosshair help her sit up. "You're safe."

She turned into Crosshair, feeling dizzy.

"Get her the painkiller," Tech fussed. Hunter loaded the new cartridge and handed it to the sniper. He pressed it to her shoulder and pushed the button, hearing her wince as the medicine entered her system.

"She's too weak, get her something to lay down on," Crosshair motioned to their bunks.

Wrecker disappeared into her bunk and came back with her cot mattress. They made room on the main cabin floor where Crosshair gently set her down on the mattress, letting her lay down comfortably.

She rolled onto her side, keeping her eyes closed, waiting for the medicine to kick in.

Hunter just looked to Echo, who was concerned, watching his friend in pain.

"What do we do now?" Wrecker asked, watching the Venators approach.

"We let them know what happened, and then I guess we go to Coruscant for quarterlies," Hunter crossed his arms, peering down at the little medic. "We're not going back to Kashyyyk. Not with Y/N."

"It’s been three months already?" Wrecker groused, he hated getting his implant replaced.

"Shockingly yes," Tech replied. "We'll be coming up on seventy-five rotations, give or take a few days." He settled back into his seat to send the transmission to General Plo’s ship.

Up ahead, the darkness of space was lit up with blue and red laser beams as the Republic forces engaged the Separatist warships. Tech stayed far enough away to not be noticed, but close enough to get the message out.

"Well then let's set a course for—" Echo was cut off when their ship was suddenly rocked violently.

"Separatists!" Tech pulled back the controls and started making a beeline away from the planet to make the jump to hyperspace.

"They're on our tail!" Echo exclaimed, watching the red blast fly past them.

"I know…" Tech tried to snake the ship hopefully to throw them, but the droid ship just locked on.

"Make the jump!" Crosshair bit out.

Tech flicked the switch on the console, hearing the hyperdrive power up. Tech set the course for Coruscant, and Echo pushed the lever. Just as the Marauder made the jump, there was a blast coming from the back of the ship.

Just as they jumped, the ship made a loud rumble before falling out of hyperspace. They all lurched forwards as the Marauder was beginning to lose control.

"We've lost left rear engine and hyperdrive," Echo was scrambling to gain the controls back.

"We're heading straight for Mimban," Tech pointed out, seeing the brown planet approaching quickly.

"We're going to have to make an emergency landing," Echo grabbed his steering and tried to pull up to slow the ship.

"Brace!" Tech yelled, pulling up the nose last minute.

The crash was violent and rough. The entire ship creaked as its hull bent under the impact. The lights overhead flickered before permanently shutting off, throwing the whole crew into total darkness. Everyone on board was flung forwards as the Marauder skidded to a halt into something soft.

The emergency lights turned on with a red glow, signaling a total system failure.

~~~

Everything was fuzzy and dizzying the longer you tried to refocus your vision. The pain killers were swirling in your system, making you feel good… really good actually. This was probably the best crash landing you've ever been a part of now that you're thinking about it.

"Y/N?" Echo's face was suddenly in yours. "What is wrong with her?"

You heard yourself giggling. Echo suddenly had two heads, only making you giggle more. Reaching out, your hands felt strange, like they had grown scales or something. You just looked at them, watching your fingertips change colors with an amused gasp.

"Crosshair gave her too much painkiller," Tech brought his flashlight to your eyes, watching them dilate. You placed a hand against Tech's helmet lens, blocking his view, making him swat your grabby hands away.

"What do we do?"

"We just gotta wait it out."

"Well, I don't think that will be a problem. I don't think we're getting out of here for a while."

You could hear their voices talking. Hunter's smokey voice was like honey to your ears. You chewed your lip, looking down at your boots, feeling your cheeks heat up. You felt a tingly warmth start to fill your tummy the longer he talked, and the feeling only seemed to move lower as he continued. You looked up and stared at his criminally slutty waist and fit ass from your jump seat with a longing stare.

You barely registered when he turned to face you with a raised brow. Caught, you turned your gaze up to meet his pretty face and pretty eyes. You bit your lip and blinked owlishly as he studied your face.

"That's freaking me out," Echo grumbled, watching you go out of your right mind.

"Well, let's get to work trying to repair the ship. I don't want to find out what's out here come nightfall," Hunter ordered, "and don't let her wander.”

Soon, you found yourself alone, happily swinging your feet from the jump seat without a care in the world. Echo arrived and adjusted your seat straps so you couldn’t dawdle off like a lost pup. You just giggled and poked at his head ports, making him scowl.

He forced you to drink some water, mumbling something about flushing your system.

You felt the warm Mimban breeze blow through the ship as the boys opened the hatch and got to work digging the ship out.

Tech came to feed you some ration bars and give you more water before checking your vitals. When he determined you were able to hold yourself up without falling over, he unclipped the jump seat straps and helped you get used to your feet again.

“I would suggest you just lay down for a while until you’re functioning properly again.” You clutched his arm while he helped you walk to the mattress on the floor. You plopped down on your bum before flopping over on your side.

“Alright then.” Tech pushed his glasses up and went back to tinkering in one of the side panels.

You pawed at the sky, trying to feel the breeze with your hands, which earned you a few glances from your concerned pack. You nibbled at the food they left for you, but it started to taste funny, and you only giggled more.

“I couldn’t have given her that much,” Crosshair watched you play with your food with an amused look on his face.

“She’s small, even for humanoid omega standards,” Tech ripped out a clump of fried wires and began cutting through the damage, “The dose you gave her was most likely for a full-grown alpha, such as Wrecker.”

“Kriff,” Crosshair whispered and turned back to help Tech.

~~~

Night was coming fast, and you had now come down from being stoned beyond your wildest imagination. You stared at the wall, suddenly remembering everything and realizing the dire situation you were all in. You were beginning to miss the delirium of the painkillers. Luckily, your headache was gone, and the bacta seemed to heal the head injury.

However, you were still royally pissed at your unit.

You didn’t forget what happened, and how they had treated you. You tucked your knees into your chest and decided zoning out into the wall would be better than feeling the rage boiling in your chest.

You noticed they were starting to call it quits making their way back inside the ship. You decided you wanted to be alone and grabbed the corner of your cot to drag it haphazardly through the nearly sideways ship. With a struggle, you got the mattress back into your bunk and hauled it up onto the metal slab. With one final grunt, you shoved the mattress back into place, giving yourself a rest.

You decided to change into something a little cooler. This planet seemed to be a lot warmer than Kashyyyk. You haven’t been able to see outside, but you could taste the humidity in the air and feel the warming breeze. You yanked your long sleeve off and swapped it out for a cropped tank. The tight cargos got swapped for loose ones, and you kicked off your boots, opting just for your socks.

You heard a knock on the door and expected it to be Tech needing something from his bunk, but it turned out to be Echo.

“Hey,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” you replied, folding up your dirty clothes. Your nose immediately scrunched, “You reek.” It wasn’t his normal smell; it was something gross and terrestrial.

He sniffed his armpits, “I didn’t even think I still had sweat glands.”

You shook your head and pointed to his shoes, “Stinky!”

He looked down at the reddish mud caked onto his boots, “Oh… yeah, it’s nasty out there.”

You just made a face and covered your nose.

“You feeling okay?” He asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, but I don’t really know what’s going on. One second I’m on Kashyyyk and the next I’m higher than a hayroot, and then we’ve crash-landed on some stinky planet.”

“Well… you pretty much nailed it,” Echo scratched his head, “You got knocked out in the triage tent after separatists dropped the spice bombs. Then Wolffe carried you all the way back to the Marauder despite being dosed himself and handed you off to Hunter who tried to get away to keep everyone safe and get the message to the General, but we were shot down making the jump to lightspeed and then crash-landed here on Mimban.”

“Mimban?!” You screeched, “That’s in the middle of nowhere!”

He nodded solemnly.

“Did you guys send a distress call to the Republic fleet?”

“We tried… then Tech realized our comms have been squished.”

“Squished…” You narrowed your eyes.

“That was the word he used.”

“I see,” you crossed your arms, “So what I’m hearing is, we have no ship…”

“Correct.”

“No comms.”

“Correct.”

“No fleet.”

“Correct.”

“No one knows where we are.”

“Mhmm.”

“The entire 104th was chemically attacked.”

“Yes.”

“And we’re stranded on Mimban… with no way to leave.”

“Correct.”

“Are you all aware we are supposed to be on Coruscant in eleven days for quarterlies?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, feeling the anxiety creeping in. Great, this is just perfect.

“Are you… alright?” He asked, watching your eye twitch slightly.

“No.”

There was a bout of silence…

He smacked his teeth, “It’s an unfortunate situation.”

You nodded vigorously, “One might say that.”

“An extremely awful and awkward situation…”

“Yeah… it is,” you pushed your tongue into the side of your mouth.

“Well… do you want dinner?”

“I think I lost my appetite,” you gave him a plastered smile.

“Let me know if that changes… I’ll leave you to it.” Echo turned on his heel, leaving your bunk and closed the door behind him. It was only a few seconds before he heard you scream violently into your pillow, making the others jump.

“I take it she figured it out,” Hunter uncovered his ears.

Echo shook his head, “Yeah, I’d say she figured it out.”

“FUCK!” Your muffled scream made Hunter cringe again.

“I think she’s taking the news quite well,” Tech poked at his food.

“Was that you making a joke?” Crosshair raised a brow.

“I thought my sarcasm was obvious,” Tech bit into his warmed food.

“How was that obvious?” Wrecker grumbled.

“We have to get off this rock,” Echo chewed his dinner, “Stating the obvious, but your implants are going to wear out. If we don’t get an evac or somehow manage to fix the ship, we’re going to have a big problem.”

“Our first priority is to fix the com system and try to contact the nearest fleet,” Tech replied, “That would be the most promising scenario given we have no other hurdles.”

“And if we can’t?” Echo raised a brow.

“Then we’ll deal with it when the time comes,” Hunter was trying not to think about the fact that they could be dealing with an omega in heat with alphas in rut in a very confined space. The potential for a mess was likely.

“That gives me a lot of confidence,” Echo snarked.

“It’s all we can do.”

~~~

Day two on Mimban consisted of you coming out of your bunk earlier than the others to eat your breakfast. You looked outside the cockpit window to see nothing but orange fog clouding any terrain. You sighed and prayed to the Force that it would guide you back safely.

The rest of the day, you helped Echo, trailing him, trying to help in any way possible. You quickly realized that the soil on Mimban was reddish-brown clay and it was soft. That was probably the reason the ship hadn’t snapped in two on impact, but the nose of the ship was buried into a thick pile of the stuff. The boys were busy trying to dig out the hull while you, Tech, and Echo fixed the interior damage.

Day three, you were starting to get a little weary. Sleeping on an angle was a bit rough, and Tech decided rest was beneath him. He stayed up all night trying to repair the comm system but didn’t seem to be making any good progress. Echo had you carry around all of the spare parts he needed to try and fix the left engine. Hunter had elected to venture out with Crosshair to see if there were any towns that might be able to help. Wrecker was on shovel clay duty.

Day four, you realized your unit was totally alone in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. There wasn’t anything within remote traveling distance, and when Hunter and Crosshair came back in the morning with the news, you left to lock yourself in your bunk and cry.

Day five was much of the same. You leaned your forehead against the side of the ship while Echo abused your laser suture to weld some pieces of metal to the engine core. You were starting to feel the weight of the situation as the emotional exhaustion was starting to settle in. You missed Kashyyyk. You missed the food, and the fresh water, and the clean air. You missed talking to your unit. They still haven’t apologized, and you’re still giving them the cold shoulder even though they clearly cared enough to protect you from the attack on the war camp. Eating your meals in the bunks was the only time you got to yourself.

Day six was when the others started getting a little agitated. It started with Tech fussing about the mud caking on his boots and ass. He tried shaking off the thick clay but ended up getting so frustrated he screamed and kicked the Marauder with full force. It was so out of character everyone stopped what they were doing to look. No one said anything, but they watched their pack mate rip off his shoes and throw them violently into the cabin with a loud splat followed by very creative cursing.

Wrecker was starving as usual, and his food-related complaining was starting to make your stomach growl too. You had to resort to rationing your rations as you all were not prepared to be stranded for days on end.

“Someone had to have seen us get shot down, right?” You asked Echo, handing him his screwdriver.

“I don’t know, pip,” he sighed, scratching his head, “I don’t think this planet is very inhabited. And if it is, we don’t know if it’s advanced in any way.”

You sighed, taking the screwdriver back and handing him a wrench.

“I think the others are starting to lose it,” you whispered and peeked around the corner to see Tech angrily messing with the console with his mismatched socks on display.

“I’ve certainly never seen Tech yell before,” he snickered.

“I miss Kashyyyk,” you sighed.

“Do you miss Kashyyyk or a certain alpha on Kashyyyk?” he joked.

“Echo!” You whispered.

“What?” he laughed, “I’m thinking about that omega back on Coruscant I had before Skako Minor.”

You gasped, feigning scandal.

Echo smirked, “Whatever gets you through the day.”

“Guys, come out here!” Hunter’s voice echoed throughout the ship.

The three of you came out of the ship to see that they had cleared most of the clay away from the ship.

“We need help pushing her over so she’s back on her feet!” Hunter said, ushering you all to help. When you all were in position, you pushed with everything you had (Wrecker did most of the work), but you all watched in awe as the Marauder was finally on all four landing pads.

“We did it!” Wrecker hooted and picked you up spinning you around before depositing you back in the mud. You gave him a little laugh which made his eyes light up. If he was happy about the ship, that was nothing compared to hearing your voice again. 

They all got back to their tasks while Wrecker lingered a bit trying to figure out how to hear that pretty sound again. 

You just followed Echo back into the now level ship. 

“She laughed.” Wrecker mused, “I haven’t heard her laugh in so long.” 

Hunter just gave him a saddened look. He knew him and Crosshair still had to apologize for their behavior back on Kashyyyk. But so many things that happened since then he didn’t have time to think about what to say or how to even approach you. It was killing him that you didn’t want to be around them anymore. He was angered by the fact that Wolffe has offered to take you in, and you hadn’t denied him. Had they really pushed you so far? Your cries when Crosshair forced you to submit out of fear haunted him. It made his inner alpha cringe. He regrets not stepping in but he knew his jealousy had overtaken him. Hearing you giggling with Wolffe and coming back wreaking of him like a mated pair made his blood boil. He was far more territorial than he had ever given himself credit for even though he didn’t actually have a claim on you.

You on the other hand, had no desire to talk to either Hunter or Crosshair, even in this desolate situation you’ll never forget the feeling of Crosshair forcing you to do that. 

Day seven then turned into eight, which morphed into nine and ten. By the eleventh day, you knew your time was becoming limited. The past few days had everyone’s sense of smell acting up. The pungent odors from the planet’s atmosphere were becoming stronger and you knew the implants were wearing out. 

You knew you couldn’t beat around the bush any longer, by dinner time on the eleventh night, you emerged from your bunk full of anxiety. You walked through the galley and faced your pack who conversed over their food. 

“So, whats the plan?” 

They all whipped their heads around shocked to hear your voice. You stood there raising a brow and crossing your arms waiting for the shock to wear off and someone say something. 

“I’m assuming you’re referring to our implants dissipating.” Tech spoke first. 

You nodded. 

“Well that means we have an undisclosed amount of time before we all inevitably have a rut and you a heat. That puts us in a precarious situation that I think-”

“We know!” Echo snapped. 

“We can turn Wreckers bunk into your place for the week.” Hunter started, “You can stay there and we can rig the lock so only Echo can open it. The rest of us will just deal with it out here.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” You retreated back into your bunk. 

“Y/N! Wait.” Hunter stood up and followed you. He stepped inside your bunk to find you nervously chewing on your lip. You turned around to face him looking like a kicked pup. 

“I-I…” He stuttered wanting nothing more than to reach out and embrace you like you had allowed before this whole fight. 

“What Hunter?” You were getting agitated with his silence. 

“I…I’m sorry, I’m bad at communicating my feelings.” He sighed knowing he was starting to sound like Crosshair, “I don’t know how I should approach you or… I…” 

You just help up your hand stopping him, “Come back when the words find you.” 

He sighed, “No I-I just need to tell you… how sorry I am. I was wrong. I should have stopped Crosshair and I shouldn’t have punched Wolffe. I just… something came over me and I lost it. It wasn’t okay and I should have protected my pack…I should have protected you and I’m so sorry we’re in this situation again. I don’t know what to do, I-I-“

“Hunter.” You stopped him, “Thank you for saying something.” 

He shook his head, “No, you should be angry with me… with us. This isn’t how a pack is supposed to be. At least I don’t think. I’ve never actually been apart of a real one given I don’t have a family.” 

“Hunter…we are your pack.” You sighed. 

“I just… wait what?” His face suddenly lightened, “y-you’re staying?” 

You raised a brow confused. 

“It’s just I thought you were starting to court Wolffe, or rather he was courting you and then he offered you a spot in his ranks…” Hunter babbled.

“Hold up.” You shook your head, “Commander Wolffe?”

Hunter looked at you and blinked. 

“Courting me? Me courting Commander Wolffe?” You couldn’t hold in the laugh anymore, “That’s what this is about? You thought I-… oh my god!” You were howling. 

“He- you-“ Hunter crossed his arms confused now. 

“Me what?” You giggled. 

“You came back… from being with him.” He mumbled. 

“Did you not hear me when I got back to camp?” You were amused at his confusion. 

“It was kinda hard to listen when you came back covered in his scent.” He said pointedly. 

“Hunter… I almost drowned in the river.” You scoffed, “Wolffe had to pull me out before I got swept down stream.” 

He just let his mouth lull open. 

“And yes, while we may have been naked, nothing happened…”

“You were WHAT?” Echo screeched from the main cabin. 

“You were what?” Hunter repeated with a growl. 

“Chill,” You warned. 

“You didn’t tell me that!” Echo yelled. 

“I may have left that detail out.” You yelled back. 

“Look,” You smiled up at Hunter adjusting your crossed arms, “Wolffe has a good ass but he’s definitely not an alpha I’m interested in like that. Now what I cannot figure out is what the hell happened that made you all hate him so much. You didn’t have a problem with him hitting on me on Coruscant.” 

Hunter just reached back and scratched his nape, “I uh…” 

“Tell her Hunt!” Echo chided from the other room. What a little eavesdropper. 

Hunter shifted uncomfortably, “He-he asked if I had claimed you on Crait…”

Butterflies fluttered violently in your stomach. You tried your hardest to steel your emotions but he continued, “I said no. That was the truth, but then he made it pretty clear he was interested in pursuing you. I guess I-”

Suddenly the pieces clicked…

“Hunter, are you jealous?” You put your hands on your hips. 

“W-What?” He sputtered and you watched his un-tattooed side of his face turn pink. 

“And Crosshair too?” You raised a brow. That would explain his sudden aggression towards you. 

“I-I uh,” He genuinely didn’t know what to say but you knew the truth. 

Suddenly you remembered the way they all started acting weird after Wolffe talked to hunter. They were all starting to get territorial. They thought Wolffe was taking you from them and they started changing their behavior trying to get your attention. 

“I’m coming to save Hunter before he implodes.” Echo stepped into the bunk and let Hunter walk out redder than Mimban clay. Echo gave you a playful look before disappearing back into the cabin leaving you alone to think about everything. The one thing you desired was at least some kind of olive branch from Crosshair, you knew you’d never get a heartfelt apology, but until then you’d wait. He owed you that at least. 

~~~

That night, your anxiety was at an all time high. Sleeping in the newly converted bunk the boys had made was making you a bit uneasy. Wrecker’s alpha scent was calming, but you were used to having Tech near by, instead the square box was feeling a bit prison like. The knowledge that you were locked in too didn’t help. You would have preferred to have slept with the door open but Echo insisted that this be how it is. 

You curled up on your side holding Lula trying to close your eyes and let sleep take over, but your elevated heart rate disagreed. 

You picked up your com and pressed the button, “Echo!” You whispered. 

The line was quiet for a moment before he responded, “What?” His voice was raspy with sleep. 

“I’m literally fine can you please let me out? I can’t sleep.” You spoke softly into the device. 

“No.” The line went dead and you rolled over onto your back with a groan. You picked up your data pad and decided to read one of your smutty holobooks instead. 

~~~

“What did she want?” Hunter rasped waking up from the noise. 

“She wanted out.” Echo set the device down and curled back up onto his side. 

“She’s not an animal Echo…” He sighed rubbing at his eyelids, “It’s not a cage.” 

Echo just blinked up at the bottom of Hunter’s bunk, “…No.”

~~~

The mafia boss thrust his massive length into the sweet little omega’s pussy. Her soft mewls filled the gold lined dinning hall with her sweet sound. This only seemed to spur him on. 

“Yeah?” He thrust a little harder, “You like when I maim the men who hurt you? You like feeling their blood on my hands?” He nuzzled into her neck lightly teasing her mating gland with his fang. 

Elina suddenly clenched down at his words and he smirked knowing thats exactly what his little princess liked. 

“Mmm I like that too Caspian.” Y/N chewed on her finger nail finally getting past the enemies to lovers portion and right into the good stuff. Reaching down for her water mug, Y/n suddenly felt a painful knot form in her abdomen. 

With a grunt you put down your holonovel and rubbed at your stomach feeling the pain settle. With a deep breath you tried picking up your book again, but the movement caused another one to tear right through your muscles. You yelped and forced yourself into a sitting position. 

“No. No. No.” You whispered trying to massage the pain away. 

“Please no.” You begged but the dull pain was starting to become something more sinister. The heat started to emanate from the pain and spread throughout your body giving you a flush. You suddenly were uncomfortable in your little sleep set. You couldn’t get further enough away from the blankets on your cot and opted to curl up on the floor absorbing the cold steel floor desperate for relief. 

~~~

Hunter was having a relatively boring dream when his senses started to draw him back to the land of the living. 

He couldn’t help but raise his nose in the air while he blinked awake trying to follow the deliciously sweet scent. He barely had his eyes open when a gut wrenching yowl rattled the entire ship. 

Suddenly Crosshair was shot up in the darkness holding his blaster trying to figure out what startled him. 

“What was that?” Wrecker’s voice croaked from the floor. 

Crosshair rubbed his eyes looking around. Everyone was sat upright listening carefully when another more pained warble made the hair stand up on the back of their necks. 

“Y/N…” Hunter said looking at their closed door knowing she was just on the other side of the hall surely in pain. 

“It started.” Echo laid back down using his pillow to cover his ears. 

“It seems she’s… in heat.” Tech searched for his glasses. 

“What do we do?” Wrecker asked concerned. 

“Nothing.” Hunter groused and laid back down, “Go back to sleep.” 

Another whine echoed making Wrecker tense, “She sounds like in pain shouldn’t we help her?” 

“That’s the point idiot.” Crosshair snapped while he relaxed back down on his side staring at the wall. 

Wrecker just grumbled to himself and forced himself to ignore pip’s desperate cries. 

~~~

“Kriff.” You hissed and writhed on the floor feeling the unbearable heat terrorize your entire body. In this moment you cursed the GAR with everything you had. You missed Layla, she wouldn’t have ever let this happen to you. Instead the universe just had to crash land you on this hellscape of a planet with 5 devastatingly attractive Alphas whose scent was beginning to permeate the blast door’s seal. 

You moaned smelling the delicious alpha pheromones as they all danced around your little cage like the worst form of torture. The smell immediately triggered your slick response. The wetness soaked your panties and little sleep shorts ruining them totally. 

You cried out praying one of the men would snap and take pity on you. 

This was significantly less luxurious than the heat house on Naboo. What you would give to have knotting toys and a vibrator right now. You shoved your tiny hand into your pants bringing them to the source of your wetness and dragged them through your silky folds. 

You bit back a moan when you found your clit and started to circle it just how you liked. Just like the last time, you came fast, but the burn didn’t ebb. You just growled wanting nothing more than to be stretched from the inside. You wanted a thick knot to cure your pain. 

You writhed as another wave of cramps hit and you let out a scream. 

~~~

Hunter had held out longer than he thought we could have. He at least made it to sunrise before he couldn’t take listening to her suffering anymore. It was literally his biology to service an omega. Listening to her helpless sounds was making him feel ill and the rock hard boner in his pants wasn’t helping either. Her cries were so tempting. He tried to cover his ears but it was like a siren’s call. He knew that was the point, but it didn’t make it easier to hear especially because he could hear way more than the others. He could hear her panting, her silenced moans, the way her fingers squelched as she tried desperately to fill herself to dull the pain. It was a torture like no other. 

“I can’t take this.” Hunter said throwing himself over the side of his bunk and exited the ship. He noted how the others hadn’t gone back to sleep either. How could they? 

When he passed by the door, he heard the way she gasped and crawled over to the door trying to listen to his footsteps. Her desperate whines turned into sultry cooes trying to lure him closer to her. She was lost to the heat. He could tell from her cute little sounds, and the way he could smell her slick from the hatch door. She was slipping deeper and deeper by the minute. 

With a bit of willpower, he continued outside hearing her crying fade and turn back into suffering wails. 

He huffed and sat down on the hatch steps feeling on edge. He shoved his hands over his ears trying to down her out. He knew the others were starting to be affected, even their scents started to spike in response to the distressed omega. It wouldn’t be long before they were in rut too. 

~~~

It was time for Echo to feed you. He seemed to be the only one not affected by the now pungent smell. The others resorted to fleeing outside the ship like Hunter had hours ago. Echo was obviously the only one permitted to open your door to make sure you were eating and could use the fresher. 

“Hey Y/N?” Echo knocked on the blast door. 

He just heard a small sound letting him know you were in there, “I got you some dinner and thought you could stretch your legs?” 

“Alpha?” She rasped coming nearer. 

Echo used his special pass code to open the door letting it slide open to reveal you absolutely drenched in sweat and shaking on your knees on the bare floor. He knelt down holding your food tray setting it down gently in front of you. You peered up at him with your massively dilated eyes. He sighed knowing how painful all this must be for you. 

“Please Echo.” You whined reaching out for him grabbing his arm. He looked down at your flushed wrist feeling its heat on his skin. He leaned forwards to press his palm to your forehead making you preen. Your skin was hot making him a bit hesitant. He was really hoping you weren’t in any kind of health predicament because of this. He’s personally never seen an omega suffer through a heat alone. His partners had always been cared for and it had never gotten to this point. He was a little distressed looking at your current state. It felt wrong. What little part of him still carried the Alpha instincts, felt for you. He wanted to comfort you but knew it couldn’t do any good. 

“I’ll take you to the fresher when you finish eating.” He said backing up making you drop with wrist with a pout. 

“I’m not hungry.” You sulked. 

“I know hun, but you have to eat something or you’ll get sick.” He reasoned. 

“But…I-I…” You chewed your lip anxiously. 

“Y/N,” He sat back with a more stern voice said, “Eat your dinner.” 

“Can I use the fresher first.” You tried to negotiate. 

“Fine.” He sighed standing up to assist you in standing, “But then you’re going to eat right after this, you haven’t eating anything in 24 hours.” 

You just nodded and let him assist you to the fresher. Once inside, he left you to your devices to use the toilet and turn on the shower to cold. Once inside the shower, you keened feeling the freezing water soothe your burning skin. You tried your best to wash the suds over your hair and skin trying to clean yourself to the best of your ability despite the grogginess. 

Echo handed you a fresh towel from a crack in the door letting you dry off and pull on fresh clothes he had set out. 

You wobbled back to the room seeing the plate of food on the floor you had neglected and internally sighed. You didn’t want to eat. It didn’t sound good. Instead you wanted an alpha, a really really strong alpha. One that would scent you and fill you up so good. Better than that dumb food. 

“Y/N?” Echo eyed the tray, “Remember what you promised?” 

You pouted, “Echo please I’m not hungry.” 

He just rubbed his face getting frustrated and grumpy. 

“Can I have something to nest with?” You asked giving him your best begging eyes, “The floor is cold.” 

He sighed and got up leaving you to glare at the steaming rations. When he came back he had every cargo/moving blanket he could scrounge up along with a few pieces of your clothing. He set them down presenting them to you and you chirped happily taking the fabrics from him with greed. 

“Now will you eat?” He was getting annoyed. 

You ignored him and started fussing around with the blankets rubbing the slightly rough material on your face trying to place them just right. It was making you a bit feral trying to place them correctly in the corned furthest from the door. 

You heard the door slide shut behind you letting you know that Echo had abandoned his attempt to get you to eat something. You smiled finally feeling like you were getting somewhere. You wiped your sweat from your forehead and continued rubbing your scent all over the new nest. 

Unexpectedly, the door slid open again and you spun around at being disturbed. This time, Echo wasn’t alone. Next to him stood Crosshair, who looked a bit crossed. 

“Alpha.” You stood to walk over to him. His delicious smell was making you hazey and you practically tried to throw yourself at him. Crosshair came to save you…

“Stop.” His tone made you freeze on the spot. Your body started to vibrate the longer you scented him and stared into his piercing eyes. 

“Echo said you aren’t eating, ad’ika.” His voice was making more slick produce in your panties. You swore you saw his nose flare at the smell that was radiating off of you. The only thing you could process in your dumb omega mind was how good his knot would feel like inside you right about now.

“Omega.” He snarled. You whined. Alpha is upset. 

“I’m not h-hungry.” You whispered casting your eyes down to his boots. 

“You will eat and you will finish that entire glass of water do you understand?” He commanded with a stern voice you weren’t used to. But man, did it do something to your instincts. You nearly fell to your knees pulling the tray into your lap. His alpha tone was like nothing you had ever heard before, and it sounded so so good.

“Yes, Alpha.” You said picking up the spork and shoving the first bite of food into your mouth, when you swallowed you took the tooka mug of water chugged the liquid not realizing how thirsty you had actually become. You looked up at the two Alphas desperate for their approval. Crosshair just gave you a little nod wanting you to continue. 

“Thank you.” Echo whispered. 

Crosshair grunted trying to keep himself in check. Even though he was engineered to have inhuman levels of self control and patience, somehow seeing you kneeling on the floor desperately trying to finish your plate to please him was making his pants tighten. The alpha in him was desperate to take your pain away. Echo had worried them when he said you were refusing to eat, he asked Crosshair to give the command knowing he’d be able to control himself for at least a little. He still was upset about your weight when you had come back from Naboo. Those karking droids couldn’t take care of you as well as a partner could. He knew he had no other choice but to step in. 

“I’m done Alpha.” You said sweetly placing the tray down hoping he’d give you a reward. 

“Good girl.” Crosshair praised watching your eyes light up as Echo took the tray away, “Now you’re going to eat everything Echo gives you, do you understand?” 

She suddenly pouted realizing he wasn’t staying.

“Omega?” He raised a brow. 

You nodded letting him know you understood.

Then to your chagrin, they closed and locked the door once again. You gave an anxious whine hoping they’d come back, but when the door remained closed despite your hopefully thinking, you resigned to the nest on the floor. 

~~~

“She ate.” Crosshair joined the others in the makeshift tent they created outside. The others visibly relaxed. 

Crosshair noticed Hunter’s cheeks turning pink as he seemed to be locking his vision onto the floor… the little omega must be trying to get herself off again he thought. Hopefully she’d settle down soon and sleep leaving them all to toil in the increasing rut symptoms. 

“Is it getting hotter?” Wrecker tried fanning himself. 

“You’re in rut Wrecker.” Tech bit out yanking at his own collar. 

“Argh!” The giant groaned. 

Hunter shifted uncomfortably noting the near painful bulge in his pants. That damn omega was making his entire system feel like it was on the brink of short circuiting. He was starting to get a little anxious on top of his agitation. It had never felt like this before…granted he didn’t ever let it progress like this…

“I’m so…” Wrecker stood up and pushed his fist into the nearest rock, “Argh!” 

Pieces of red earth went flying everywhere. 

“Wrecker!” Hunter snapped, “Go rub one out, thats an order!”

The giant just stomped away out into the distance to relive himself. 

“I’ll admit, this is beginning to feel unbearable.” Tech slumped against the rock he was leaning on to stare up at the night sky. 

“Imagine how Pip feels.” Echo sighed hoping to get some shut eye. She was being uncharacteristically quiet. 

So much so, that after a bated breath, the others perked up their heads including Hunter trying to figure out why it was so silent. 

Then there was a loud moan breaking the silence and they continued on knowing she was fine. 

“This is cruel.” Crosshair crossed his arms looking at Hunter, “You didn’t see her.” His disapproval had been known since it had started. 

“You don’t think I know that?” Hunter snarled, “But what the fuck are we supposed to do?” 

“Go fuck her!” Crosshair leered. 

“We cannot do that.” Hunter shook his head despite how much his body agreed with Crosshair. 

“So you’re going to let her suffer like this for six more days?” Crosshair rolled his eyes at his stupidly moral brother, “This is cruel to her and you know it.” 

“Since when do you give a fuck about her?” Hunter narrowed his eyes challengingly. 

“I’ve always given a fuck about her.” He bared his teeth, “Like you said, she’s pack!” 

Hunter just stared at his little brother. While Crosshair may be harsh and unyielding, Hunter couldn’t ignore the tiny soft spot Pip had carved out into his stone cold facade. It was the smaller things, Crosshair brining her stuff, keeping an eye on her wherever they may be, the gentle way he holds her when she’s in need, the bastard still treated her like shit out of jealousy, but that didn’t change the fact that Hunter did in fact see it. 

“Alright everyone calm down.” Echo put a hand up in the air, “You’re hormones are taking over.”

Tech decided to stand up to stretch, the clay earth was dampening his trousers making him cringe. He really would prefer to be on Kashyyyk right about now, at least there they had wood for a fire and fresh meat. He decided it would be best for him to also find a secluded space to relieve himself before the frustration became too much. 

“Then there were three.” Crosshair closed his eyes again trying to focus on anything else besides the throbbing in his pants. 

Echo cleared his throat, “I agree with Crosshair.” 

“What?” Both the Sargent and the sniper said at once. 

Echo just looked at Hunter, “I already feel guilty about leaving her at that heat center, granted she had way more available to her, but this is wrong. You didn’t see her Hunter, she’s delirious.” 

“No! We’re not subjecting her to that.” Hunter growled. 

“What if she chooses?” Echo said diplomatically. 

“It doesn’t change the fact that eventually she’s going to not be in heat and have to live with us. Then she’s definitely going to transfer to the wolf pack. She’ll hate us.” 

Crosshair growled menacingly at the mention of the 104th. 

“I don’t think thats the case.” Echo tapped his chin. 

“What do you mean?” Hunter questioned. 

“I just… look she hasn’t said anything to me, but I have eyes. She’s not oblivious to the way you four have been slowly courting her. She knows none of you are going to make a move without threatening to upset the others so she ignores it.” Echo sighed, “I just don’t think she’ll be as upset at you think Hunter.” 

“I still don’t think it’s the right thing to do. She said she hasn’t had a heat in two years. Clearly she’s not interested.” 

“Well… that’s not entirely true.” Echo smirked. 

Hunter raised a curious brow. 

“She had a bit of a thing with the captain stationed on Ryloth, before she transferred to you.” Echo continued, “It was after she was stranded in that village with the droids. The captain had been the first to find her with the pup. Everyone swore he fell in love at first sight. The lovesick idiot couldn’t stay away from her.” 

“They were in a relationship?” Hunter prodded he fought back the jealousy flaring in his chest… with a reg?

“No, no.” Echo shook his head, “Just an arrangement. When she had a breakout heat, he’d be the on she went to.” 

“Which captain?” Crosshair snapped. 

“Howzer.” Echo hid a cheeky smile. 

“Was he assigned to helping Cham Syndulla?” Hunter asked. 

“Thats the one.” Echo confirmed. 

They sat there in contemplative silence. Wrecker and Tech were making their way back at this point, pink cheeked, and sweaty. 

“So, how would this work?” Hunter thumbed his chin, “How does this work without causing a massive problem?” 

“Are you worried about her or the others?” Echo asked. 

“Both.” Hunter answered, “I think it’s obvious we all like her.” 

“We let her choose.” Crosshair repeated Echo. 

“Then whoever it is, helps her, and everyone else agrees to be civil.” Echo added. 

“And what about you?” Crosshair raised a brow. 

Echo chuckled, “I don’t know if you noticed but…” He gestured down at his body, “Not an alpha anymore. Barely a human at that. I’m not affected by her smell or noise.” 

“What are you guys talking about?” Wrecker had an idea but he wanted to make sure he wan’t imagining it. 

“We’re putting Pip out of her misery.” Hunter shook his head unable to shake the feeling that this was a bad idea. 

“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Tech was a bit in shock that his brother caved like this. 

Hunter just looked to Crosshair who spoke up, “Let’s get this over with.” 

They got up, and made their way inside the ship all filing into the main cabin where Echo scooted past them to start entering the access code to Wrecker’s bunk. 

The Alphas were squirming in their shoes in the presence of such strong pheromones. Her scent was everywhere and it was thick they could practically taste it on their tongues. 

The door unlocked and slid open causing Echo to turn his eyes up to the ceiling. Inside, Y/N was nearly naked writhing on the floor as more cramps coursed through her little body. 

~~~

“Alpha?” You whispered feeling how hoarse your voice had become. 

“Just me tiny.” Echo folded his arms looking away trying to give you a little dignity. 

“Are you making me eat again?” You asked sitting up to look at him. 

“No Ad’ika… can you put on some pants?” He cleared his throat. 

You got up on wobbly legs and grabbed a pair of panties and pulled them on with an agitated huff. Had he been still a normal reg, he wouldn’t have ever been able to resist such a pretty thing like you. He was starting to wonder how Howzer didn’t seal the deal and claim you when he had you like this. 

“Thank you.” He sighed and looked back down at you. You noticed him looking to his side and wondered what he was seeing. “I’m going to let you out. The others have agreed to help you on one condition.” 

“An alpha?” Your eyes suddenly lit up and excitement boiled in your tummy. 

“Mhmm.” He nodded, “They’ve agreed to play nice, but you have to choose okay?” 

“Okay.” You slowly made your way out of the confinement space raising your nose in the air smelling the delicious scent of purebred alpha. When you turned into the galley your scent spiked in excitement. Echo helped you stop swaying as you entered the main cabin. You let out a gasp seeing your pretty alphas all in one space. 

“Alright, you got your pick of the litter.” Echo nudged you forward. 

“It’s okay Ad’ika.” Hunter invited you to come closer. 

You couldn’t help but feel the thrill of seeing them having to adjust themselves at the sight of you. You stepped closer taking Hunter’s sturdy hand. 

“I have to choose?” You asked with doe eyes. He nodded. 

You leaned forwards bravely placing your hands on his firm chest. The warmth was making you shiver. You brought your nose forward and pressed into his neck. He smelled as good as he did back on Anakin’s Venator. You shamelessly crawled into his lap straddling him. He let out a surprised yelp feeling your warmth on his crotch. He nearly collapsed when you affectionately rubbed your cheek up against his feeling his stubble along his chin. You repeated on the other side scenting him, you were getting frustrated with how he kept his hands off of you respectfully. You wanted him to grab at the tiny scraps of clothing you were still wearing and tear them off already. 

“Alright sweetheart come’re.” Crosshair was getting jealous and lifted you off of his brother. You purred liking his dominance. He towered over you as he leaned against the dining table. You fisted his shirt in your hands as his hands wandered your back letting you explore him. You really liked how his presence dwarfed yours. His smell was similar to Hunter’s but just slightly different making him uniquely Crosshair. You stood on your tiptoes to reach his neck, he took pity on you and leaned down slightly to help. Your mouth instantly started to water and you opened your mouth to stick out your tongue to get a taste when his hand immediately fisted into  hair to wrench your head back. 

“Ah ah ah.” He chided, “Be good and follow Echo’s rules.” 

You pouted before relenting, ignoring the rush of slick sliding down your thighs.

Next was Tech. He shifted slightly when you approached. You stood between his parted legs and bent over giving Hunter a perfect view of your dripping core and soaked panties. The poor Alpha gripped his chair so hard the metal probably bent. 

“Hi Tech.” You smiled sweetly bending one knee to place it between his legs thinking he’d let you. Instead he took you by surprise and grabbed your neck keeping you from making your move. He raised a brow and tilted his head slightly in a domineering way you didn’t expect from the pilot it sent a rush through you.

“You heard Crosshair.” 

Crosshair snorted watching Tech control your movements, it shocked him too. 

“Yes sir.” You whispered letting him guide you to his scent gland. You shifted to get a good smell letting your hands wander his shoulders a bit hoping he’d let you run your fingers through is hair. When you tried, he leaned into your touch giving you the cue. You greedily let your nails scrape against his scalp and you felt the way he was fighting back a groan. When you were satisfied, you then turned to Wrecker who was watching every single micro movement you made. 

“Wrek.” You smiled and crawled over Tech to sit in his lap. They didn’t stop you when you climbed over Tech to straddle the giant. Wrecker placed a massive hand on the small of your back making you shiver with his warmth. His scent was similar just like his brothers, but each of them had tiny notes of something different. They were equally delicious and you could help yourself but to grind down on his lap making him smile and moan. 

“Omega…” Hunter warned. 

“She’s a greedy little thing isn’t she?” Crosshair raised a brow. 

“So?” Echo asked looking at you. 

“I can’t choose.” You pouted pushing yourself into Wrecker who happily let you. You rubbed your forehead against his neck liking his scent. You hadn’t really been able to smell any of them before, not with your implants intact. But now, ugh it was so good. Your entire body trembled with excitement being around so many perfect alphas. 

“What?” They all asked. That’s never happened before. Usually omegas can pick out one scent that they prefer. 

“I don’t wanna- ah!” You clenched weakly around Wrecker as another wave of cramps pushed through. You let out a pained whine, “Help me. Please!” You begged to the room. 

“Y/N we can’t help you until you tell us what you want.” Tech said struggling to control himself. Wrecker rubbed soothing hands up and down your back in an effort to relax you again. 

You squirmed against Wrecker and tucked your face into his neck again mumbling. 

They just looked confused before turning to Hunter. 

He looked up at Crosshair then Tech, “She said she wants… all four.” 

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[heliza24]

Love your blog and all your analysis!!

Many people didn't like S2 because Simon, according to them was just a tool to drive Wilhelm's story, a love interest only and didn't really have his own story. In particular, many are frustrated at the lack of narrative on the video's effect and Simon's subsequent trauma. Of course, everyone's allowed their opinions but seeing as you have experience in the world of writing and making tv magic, wanted to get your insight on this. Thanks, a S2 fan! 💜

Hi anon! Thanks for the question.

I’ve already written pretty extensively about Simon’s arc in season 2 and why I like it in this post. In short, I think he grows a lot in season 2, but his growth takes him towards emotional vulnerability and openness, which is not something we’re used to seeing in characters (especially not male ones). 

I also don’t mind how they address Simon’s trauma in season 2. I’m going to approach this momentarily not as a writer, but as someone who has been in therapy for years. There are some traumas that have happened to me (like a serious car accident when I was a kid) that are very concrete, with a set beginning and end, and that began to affect me right away. (I had ptsd symptoms pretty immediately after that accident). But there are other traumas that feel like a series of small cuts instead of one big punch. It’s harder to decide where they begin and end, and their effects are more subtle. Sometimes it takes me years to even realize that they were traumatic and that they are still affecting me. (The medical trauma I’ve experienced as an adult over several years is like this). To me this is more what Simon is dealing with with the video. Once the video goes online, it’s not coming down. There’s no set end date, and Simon spends most of season 2 not even knowing who the perpetrator was. He’s in the kind of no-man’s land between the initial blow and coming to understand how the whole process has affected him. That being said, I do think we see some changes in him that reflect what he’s gone through. He seems to care a lot less about his academic classes than he did in season 1. He’s writing music in an attempt to process what he’s been through. And you could even see his attempt to have sex with Marcus as a trauma response. The last time he hooked up with someone his agency was taken from him. So it makes sense to me that he’s eager to have sex again but fully on his own terms, to partially erase that feeling of not being in control. I don’t know for sure if this will happen, but I wouldn’t be surprised if we see more traditional ptsd symptoms from Simon in season 3. If there’s some sort of legal action against August that would signify a sort of “end” of the video trauma, and would also probably be re-traumatizing in a lot of ways. I also think interacting directly with the royal family might stir up some things as well.

Ok, now I’m going to totally switch gears and approach your question from a writing perspective. Let’s talk about story structure for a minute, specifically TV story structure. Most TV has an A plot and a B plot (and sometimes a C plot too). In old school cable procedurals, the A plot would be the mystery of the week, while the B plot would be about whatever was happening in the characters’ personal lives. If there was an overarching mystery or storyline that tied the whole season together, that would be the C plot. As you can guess by how they’re named, the A Plot would take up the most time and do the most to drive  the episode forward. The B plot is next most important, etc. Once shows started to become more serialized in the age of streaming, the concept of A and B plots changed a little bit. Now the plots are divided by character and theme. The A plot will be headlined by the protagonist and will explore the main themes of the show. The B plot will be headlined by a secondary protagonist, who doesn’t have as much to do as the A plot lead, but is still answering a dramatic question that relates to the central themes of the show. A lot of times the primary and secondary protagonists’ actions influence each other, but they don’t share a ton of screen time. (If they did, their stories wouldn’t be separate.) You can think of the A and B plot protagonists as two sides of the same coin. They’re intricately connected, they’re exploring the same ideas, but they rarely come face to face, and they often represent different perspectives on the same themes. Black Sails is probably my favorite example of this. (I’m not as active in the Black Sails fandom as I am in the Young Royals fandom, but Black Sails is probably my all time favorite show and I absolutely love all the ungovernable pirates over in the Black Sails tag. Shout out to them). James Flint is the main protagonist and headliner of the A story, but Max is the secondary protagonist that headlines the B story. Both are struggling with the question of how to achieve and wield power in an unjust world, and their political maneuvers consistently influence each other’s plots. They share a lot of secondary characters across both of their plots, but they themselves never interact. So that’s one example, and if you look around at your favorite shows you’ll be able to find lots that adhere to this formula, including, I would say, Young Royals.

I think a lot of people are kind of subconsciously looking for this kind of structure, and have decided that Simon is the protagonist of the B plot. I understand this, because we all love Simon. He’s really well written and acted, his personality is so compelling, and his chemistry with Wilhelm is great. I spend a lot of time writing him in fic (I’m the writer of all the Simon content in Heart and Homeland) so I understand this impulse. But if you were looking for Simon to be anchoring the B plot in season 2, you might have been disappointed. Because in reality I don’t think he’s the secondary protagonist. I think Sara is. 

Sara is set up as a foil to Wilhelm, the main protagonist, in so many ways. I always say that the driving dramatic question of Young Royals lives with Wilhelm, and it’s something along the lines of “should I conform and live the oppressive life that was designed for me, or rebel and find my own path to happiness?” Sara is wrestling with a similar question that’s kind of the inverse of this; for her settling into a prescribed role in the Hillerska class system initially seems like a relief. So maybe for her the dramatic question is something along the lines of “is the price of fitting in worth it? Will it lead to true happiness?” They feel so much like opposite sides of the same coin to me. 

So Sara and Wilhelm are both trying to define themselves in relation to their families and also the class system. This comes up in the similarities of their family structure (they both feel very connected to their class position through their families; they both have complicated relationships with their mothers and bad to negligible relationships with their fathers; they both have a deep connection to their siblings) and in the relationships they choose to embark upon. They’re both navigating a very serious and complicated first love. They’re both dating across class (in the opposite direction, a perfect example of the “different views on the same theme” aspect of primary and secondary protagonists). They both have concerns about how and when their relationships become public, and by extension are both playing in the sandbox of themes around privacy and authenticity that define so much of the show.  

Both have difficulty regulating and recognizing their emotions. Sara seems to exhibit alexithymia, a common aspect of autism that makes it hard to recognize one's own emotions. Wilhelm has been taught to repress his emotions, which he does well until he explodes (like when he got into the fight at the top of the series or when he yells at his mom on the phone). He’s also managing a lot of physical symptoms of anxiety. 

Both also struggle with questions of justice and how to make things right. In the beginning of season 2, Wilhelm is initially determined to destroy August because he thinks August will never repent, but by the end of the season he’s starting to realize that this was the wrong technique. He realizes this largely because of Simon; he only puts down the gun and walks away from August because Simon does first.  Sara makes the opposite journey: she starts by trusting that August will change and repent on his own, but then she is forced to confront the fact that this is not true, and that she needs to use the legal system to bring August to justice. She makes this realization largely because of Simon, and seeing the ways that she has hurt Simon, in the same scene with the gun. 

The other big argument in support of Sara as the secondary protagonist of the show is that she and Wilhelm never directly interact. Their actions affect each other all the time, but they don’t share a scene together. They’re living on parallel but separate story tracks. 

Simon is a crucial character in both Wilhelm and Sara’s stories, but the fact that he is close with both excludes him from being a protagonist of his own plot line. (I would say the same about August, who is a catalyst for both Wilhelm and Sara.) That doesn’t mean that Simon isn’t well written. He has a very compelling character arc, motivates much of the plot, and his relationship with Wilhelm forms the heart of the show. But I think the reason people were disappointed in his story in season 2 is that they were expecting something from him that the structure of the show doesn’t support.  

If you’re interested in reading more about A/B/C plot structures I found this website really easy to understand. Also shout out to @bluedalahorse for talking to me about Wilhelm and Sara and helping me articulate what I was trying to say here. 

Thanks again for the ask, anon and for the vote of confidence in my analysis! I really appreciate it. If anyone else has a Young Royals scene or question they want me to break down from a writing or cinematography perspective, my ask box is always open.

#young royals #my meta #ask box #writing break down #simon eriksson #wilhelm young royals #sara eriksson #prince wilhelm

[triscribeaucollection]

History Reversed

Yet another Time Travel AU. I ought to be famous for ‘em by now, right?

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Wolffe kept a hand close to his blaster.

He didn’t know what was going on, who the Togruta hugging his general really was, because like kriff could that actually be Tano. A couple of discrete hand signals to the troopers behind him got them to separate, spread out, just in case the need arose for stun shots. After a moment’s hesitation, he also pressed a button on his wrist comm to summon a medical squad.

The Togruta looked pretty singed, after all. And they’d scanned further lifeforms aboard the damaged ship, too. Potential mindtrick plot or not, it wouldn’t hurt to have some stretchers nearby, just in case.

And speaking of other lifeforms...

A male Human cautiously scooted down the ramp next, maybe thirty, thirty-five standard. He looked a little better dressed than the Togruta, but with even more mud caked up to his knees, and a much more wary expression on his scarred face. Wolffe could see a holster hanging from his belt - two compartments, one holding a blaster, the other a lightsaber.

“Ahsoka?” The man asked. Wolffe’s fingers twitched.

The Togruta pulled back from his general, smiling through her tears. “Ezra. This- this is Jedi Master Plo Koon. He found me, when I was little. Brought me to the Jedi Temple.”

“Wait- Wolffe’s Plo Koon?” Even as he asked, the man looked up and around, scanning the clone troopers until his gaze landed on- “Commander Wolffe?”

And the fun times just kept on rolling. Reluctant in the extreme, Wolffe reached up to tug his bucket off, and came a few steps closer. From the better angle, he could make out more of the Togruta’s facial markings, and- they did look like Tano’s. Just. Bigger. Stretched, a bit, like when a clone cadet snuck a tattoo onto their skin, only for it to distort when they kept growing and packing on more muscle. Wolffe eyed her, and then eyed the Human, arching a single brow.

The second stranger made a stunned noise. “Holy kriff, that is Wolffe.”

“Wait until you see Rex,” his companion laughed, and-

Well.

Jedi did get into all sorts of bantha-shit with the Force. He’d heard more than enough stories from brothers serving with generals far less careful than his own. Maybe, maybe, Wolffe could believe this was, somehow, an older Ahsoka Tano.

She introduced her friend as Ezra Bridger, Jedi Knight, and then the three kids who tumbled down next as Jacen, Alora, and Pypey, Padawan Learners. And after them- “This is Luke, and his daughter Jaina. She needs serious medical attention.”

A Master and Initiate. A Master, who looked haggard, and exhausted, moving slowly as if the whole galaxy had just come crashing down onto his shoulders, and the only thing keeping him moving at all was the child cradled against his chest. A child, practically a baby Jedi, who bore the wounds of a battlefield and was missing most of an entire limb. Wolffe nearly growled at the sight, double tapping the button on his comm to get the medical team to hurry the hell up.

To their credit, his men spilled into the hangar not thirty seconds later, moving at a brisk jog and not hesitating to come straight up to the group of unknown Jedi. The Ithorian kid and older Human girl were situated on one stretcher, pressed together as their blaster wounds with hastily-affixed bacta patches were looked over. Little Jaina was placed more carefully on the other, the Wolfpack’s CMO muttering furiously to himself as he checked over her worst injury.

Wolffe knew damn well what lightsaber damage looked like.

To his credit, the girl’s father managed to hold himself together after setting her down, and stayed standing through the initial examination. But the very instant the medical team wheeled his daughter and the other kids out, Ezra going with them, Luke dropped to his knees without so much as a flicker of warning.

He didn’t make a sound. Sure looked like he wanted to, though, judging by the painful mix of grief and despair on his face. Ahsoka folded herself down beside him, wrapping an arm around the man’s shoulders, and Wolffe’s general wound up kneeling as well.

“She-” Luke’s jaw spasmed trying to get the words out. “She ran- ran to Ben. Before I- I couldn’t-” A broken sob clawed its way out, and he lifted a hand to press to his face. A prosthetic hand, Wolffe noted with a flinch of surprise. No cover or synth-skin molding, just bare metal.

“Who is Ben?” General Plo asked softly.

“Luke’s padawan,” Ahsoka answered, at the same time Luke himself said, “My nephew.”

Karking hells. That didn’t sound like the start of a fun story.

#star wars #star wars sequals #star wars the clone wars #time travel au #fan fiction #work in progress #ahsoka tano #ezra bridger #luke skywalker #plo koon #commander wolffe #fix-it fic #and by fix-it I don't just mean canon #I was very mean to these characters in a couple other fics #and this is my apology

[stikiduk]

I have made a decision to share my BLU Spy headcanons with you all

First off, BLU Spy’s personality is a little easier to build on than most, because he was heavily featured in Meet The Spy. I’ll go through his personality from what I picked up there.

He’s very sophisticated like the RED Spy, but he’s less mean spirited. He puts on a professional and ‘cool’ persona, but in reality he’s terrified of a lot of the people he works with, especially his enemies. He is skilled at his job, however, and brave when it comes to facing others.

If you know anything about tf2’s lore, you would know that the Spy is the Scout’s father. In the comics, it shows that the RED Spy is the RED Scout’s father. However, in Meet the Spy, RED Spy is photographed being intimate with BLU Scout’s mom. Could this just be a plot hole? Yes. It probably is. But I have a hypothesis: BLU Spy is the one who took those photos.

In my interpretation, BLU Spy and BLU Scout’s mom (I’ll call her Ma) were in a close relationship for years. After some time, Ma and Spy had a child, and Spy was ecstatic to finally have a son of his own. That all changed, however, when Spy caught Ma having an affair with the RED Spy out of his office window. He quickly captured it so when he confronted Ma, he would have evidence to prove what she did. After a long fight, Spy left Ma and Scout on their own, quite possibly to never be seen again. He showed them to who he thought was Scout in Meet the Spy to drive home the point of how horrible RED Spy is.

BLU Spy is considerably less wealthy than RED Spy, so he doesn’t have the same ego. He spent almost all of his life off the grid, using a very early version of his disguise kit to get around. He was quickly hired by BLU after seeing the potential his technology had. He met and befriended Engineer and Medic there. They were able to improve on Spy’s original designs, which is how we got the Spy’s current set of tools.

I have an idea that everyone in the RED team doesn’t entirely trust their Spy. This is due to his rather unpleasant personality, and his profession. BLU Spy is almost the complete opposite, in that he doesn’t fully trust anyone he works with. He has this fear that they’re all just being nice to them so they can get close to him, and they all plan on sabotaging him in one way or another. As such, he is always on edge in BLU’s meetings, but does a good job hiding it.

The only real exception to this is Scout, mostly because he feels horrible for leaving him. He is constantly trying to help him in any way he can, even when Scout doesn’t entirely need it. The only reason he’s still working for BLU at all is so he can support his son and help him succeed. Scout himself has grown to look up to Spy because of how well he does his job, even if he doesn’t really want to do it.

Spy has become somewhat of a hopeless romantic over time. He falls in love very easily, but is afraid that if he got into a relationship, it would end up like the last one did. A good example of this is his feelings towards the RED Sniper.

RED Sniper and BLU Spy (I’ll just say Sniper and Spy for convenience) is a very popular ship in this community, so of course I’d have to put my own spin on it. In my eyes, the relationship starts one-sided, almost tragically so. Spy had first gotten a look at Sniper during his first mission, and almost froze when he saw him. Sniper was acting very… calm in the situation they were in, which was almost astonishing to him. But it didn’t inspire envy or hate in him, it inspired awe. This was almost immediately followed by Spy getting shot in the head and having to start from the beginning. Sniper thought Spy was acting ridiculous in this situation, just standing around like an idiot in the middle of battle.

Spy constantly tries to get close to Sniper, most commonly disguising himself as a RED Spy. This almost never works, and Sniper immediately kills Spy after telling him how horrible of a job he’s doing. Sniper genuinely believes Spy is just trying to sabotage and kill him, and he’s doing a horrible job because he’s just a coward. This is one of those situations that could be resolved if they had a conversation, but since Sniper never hesitates to shoot Spy on sight, it’s not easy.

If Sniper and Spy were able to actually hold a conversation, they would get along quite well. This is mostly due to their shared professionalism when it comes to their work, and their shared distrust for most others. They would usually only talk and spend time together in private, however, since they know what happened when Demo and Soldier were discovered to be friends.

And that’s all I’ve got. I hope we can all collectively dunk on RED Spy for ruining at least 3 people’s lives.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 spy #tf2 au #blu team #bloody suit

[cr1mson5returns]

Another fic idea I've been kind of tossing around...

I meant it when I said I really just stopped reading comics after the Red Robin solo series got cancelled.

Tim spends a little longer in Iraq than he thought he would, and honestly these assassins are getting on his last goddamn nerve.

Owens is 100% intent on annoying the shit out of Tim and makes it super obvious. The man is a few inches taller than him and makes it so well known by ruffling Tim's hair and calling him "Shortcake" and just guffawing every time Tim gives him a nasty look. Pru is standoffish at first (nursing a broken nose) but eventually starts matching Tim's energy in her own way. She throws a bag of snacks at him and threatens to gut him if he doesn't eat, smacks him when he glares at her.

But Z is probably the most annoying of them all because he's legitimately trying to parent Tim and you're not my fucking dad, God, leave me alone. Z of course is not taking orders from a literal teenager and just kind of sits in Tim's general vicinity until he wears the kid down and gets him to at least tolerate his presence, if not warm up to him. One night, after a particularly difficult nightmare, Tim wakes up in a cold sweat breathing hard and finds Z sitting in an armchair by the window, where it's easier to see him in the moonlight. He waits a minute before asking Tim if anything ever makes it better, and is that.....concern? Tim sniffs (he's not crying, thank you) and admits that nothing really helps, that he used to take something to help him sleep but he doesn't anymore. Z stands up to leave and gestures to the bedside table. "It's not prescription, but it helps me sometimes."

When the man walks out, Tim looks at the bedside table and sees a small gelcap pill next to a glass of water. Part of him whirs with all the different concoctions of poisons that could be in that pill, but a bigger part of him thinks "fuck it, whatever" and downs it with a few gulps of water.

Tim has the best sleep of his life and wakes up the next afternoon well-rested and a little less cranky. He doesn't say anything to anyone, and nobody questions why he slept so late, but Z does ask him if he'd like breakfast food or dinner food with a gentle smile.

When the Widower attacks, Tim comes to after passing out from the initial shock and thinks - "Fuck this, I did not come all this way just to bleed to death in the desert." It's painful to stagger around trying to apply pressure to wounds and tearing his cape into tourniquets, and even more so dragging limp and barely-alive bodies into the car, and by the time he gets back to Baghdad he's lost so much blood and doesn't have the strength to get anyone up to the executive suite at Wayne Tower. He feels a little less terrible about it when he realizes that the League of Assassins has arrived, and he puts his head back and closes his eyes. What a terrible fucking day.

It takes work to save their lives. It's not easy but the League employs some truly skilled medical personnel, and Ra's trusts them to at least make sure Tim survives. Z, Pru, and Owens are able to get up and try to make their way around after a bit, and they all find themselves congregating outside the room where Tim is recovering. It's quiet for a moment while they all just look at each other with that feeling that only comes when you're 98% certain you'll never see each other again. At last, Owens speaks up. "You think we'll get in trouble if we go in there?"

Tim is not kept in a medically induced coma, but he is on very regular doses of very strong sedatives and painkillers. He's mostly unconscious the entire time, save for surfacing a little bit about thirty minutes before the next dose is due. He can hear the three assassins in the room, talking around him, and he desperately wants to interject in the conversation (because they're plotting to restrict his caffeine intake and come on, guys, I saved your lives, let me have this one thing) but it comes out as jumbled nonsense. He's almost aware that he's being sedated, but he's on the good drugs so the thought slips away about as quickly as it appears.

The assassin team is pretty worried that Ra's might decide to abandon this whole pursuit and just kill Tim in spite of earlier plans. They've just made the decision to mutiny and fight their way out of the Cradle when they're asked to help with applying some restraints. The doctors are weaning Tim off the sedatives but definitely don't want to risk what happens when he wakes up a little more lucid than he is now. So the trio breathes a collective sigh of relief and does as they're told, and when Tim does finally wake up for real he looks down at the restraints, up at the trio, and croaks, "I'm not a psych patient."

Owens can't help himself. "Not yet!" He's earned the glare. (Gotta razz the kid a little, they all almost died out there.)

Somehow Tim gets the trio on board with his plans and when the League bases go down, they fight their way out through the Council of Spiders and go back to Gotham City as a group. Halfway there, Tim realizes - oh, shit, there's nowhere in the world that the trio can go where Ra's al Ghul won't have them hunted down and killed. He sits back in his seat on the plane with a sigh. There's so much responsibility happening right now.

When all's said and done and Bruce Wayne's legacy is intact, and Tim is a little less fucking edgy all the time, he quietly procures a house in a nice neighborhood and shows up at the safehouse where the trio are hiding out one day like, "Get up, we're moving in." And they all exchange looks but they follow him, because what else are they going to do? And the house is cute, not a mansion by any means but a fixed-up little historic home in a neighborhood mostly full of old folks and families. Tim's already put basics in there as far as furniture goes, tells the others he doesn't care what they put up on the walls "as long as you don't have any guns in sight, we're going to have people over sometimes, Jesus." But Z knows it's fond.

Other heroes are very....skittish about Tim's housemates. Kind of wondering why he trusts these people not to just kill him in his sleep. But Z does sort of corner Tim in the kitchen one day and tell him, "You don't have to do this, you know. Not everything that happens is your fault."

Tim shrugs, affecting carelessness. "I'm just helping." His hand shakes a little lifting his mug to his mouth for a sip.

#tim drake #red robin #league of assassins #batfamily #ra's al ghul #assassin trio

[sansaorgana]

Thrown to the Wolves is so good!!! We need more Feyd PoV! But readers relationship with Feyd-yess. But the pregnancy is scaring me a bit especially after one of the former maids said.

Also, this might not be related to the story but more to the character:

It seems like Leto didn’t take Reader/OC seriously & that because she is a woman & the child of her mother (instead of Lady Jessica) she is less than Paul. That’s the vibe I’m getting. I just want to get more understanding of that relationship that lead to her being very power driven.

Hiii!!! 👋🏻 There will be more of Feyd's POV as I promised to my readers – I will include something about him thinking of his wife's pregnancy but I am waiting for the right moment in the plot to include it. 😊

Yes, what she said was worrying but The Reader has that creepy medic injecting vitamins and minerals and proteins and literally everything in her so I don't think her child will weaken her so much. However, as the Baron mentioned to Feyd – the risk is that she will share her mother's fate and die in childbirth (spoiler alert – she won't because I never kill the Reader xd I mean I did that a few times long time ago in a different fandom and it always felt bad and I decided to never do it again)

Now, about the Reader's relationship with Leto — it's how I imagined it while writing it but of course everyone is welcome to have their own theories and feelings (the death of the author – my theories are as valid as yours!!!)

You are right – she was a girl and she was a daughter of a woman whom Leto didn't love; just a fruit of an unwanted arranged union – disappointing fruit as well since his wife was supposed to give him a son (as we know Lady Jessica was supposed to give birth to a daughter so he'd be left alone with no official male heirs).

But was Princess Atreides really treated so badly? Of course she felt worse because she was a girl and she couldn't inherit despite being older than Paul and not being a bastard. And it was making her angry just like the fact his mum was alive and hers was not. But in my opinion she is exaggerating a lot when she's describing her life on Caladan.

Now again, every person would react differently to such upbringing. Not everyone would grow hungry for power. She was either born this way or maybe she inherited it after her grandfather... After all, her mother might have been delicate and timid but her family's far from that. There is also another possibility that I like the most – she grew up with Lady Jessica who was the only mother figure (or the closest to it) she had. She is Lady Jessica. She learned from her.

I personally see the na-baroness a spoiled girl who is angry that her little brother is inheriting everything just because he's a boy and she thinks she'd make a better Duchess. She interprets every action of her family as something aimed at and against her and she kinda has that victim complex, exaggerating every single thing to make herself look like a martyr. There is no doubt Leto and Paul loved her dearly and even Jessica held some maternal feelings for her. But it was simply not enough.

I never meant for the Reader to be written as a good person. In the beginning it was less visible but on Giedi Prime her true self can bloom.

#im sorry it is so long i have so many thoughts about this fic #sansaorgana: Answered #missbingu #tttw

[silverstark]

A White Lie Extra

Surprise for 520, aka “Chinese Valentine’s Day”

Ficlet for A White Lie, a 2ha / The Husky and His White Cat Shizun au where Xia Sini claims to be Chu Wanning’s son. Read it on Ao3 (Registered Users Only). SPOILERS FOR FULL NOVEL.

Auuthor’s Note: This doesn’t necessarily fit into the “canon” of A White Lie because I didn’t think it over carefully enough to see if it messes anything up in my plot. However! I wanted to write something to celebrate 520.

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Mo Ran woke up early so he could go check on his recovering shidi first thing in the morning. Having reassured himself that the child was looking well, he wrote a note of explanation for his absence.

‘I’ll be back soon to give you medicine! I will be with Shi Mei for a little while.’

It was just a precaution: Xia Sini was still fast asleep, and the medication would make him less likely to wake up early. Chu Wanning had always woken up very late when he was sick. Mo Ran expected that Xia Sini would take after his father, as he did in so many other regards.

Mo Ran laid the note upon Xia Sini’s latest boring book. This one was about rare poisons. Mo Ran could only approve of Xia Sini finding a safer way to pursue his ‘win at all costs’ drive than through sword-fighting, so he did not plan on asking about his interest in the subject. He then snuck quietly out of the room and shut the door behind him.

Shi Mei was surprised to see Mo Ran.

“Good morning, A-Ran.”

“Good morning, Shi Mei,” he replied brightly.

“Do we have early morning training today? I must have forgotten,” Shi Mei said apologetically.

“No, no,” Mo Ran said. “It’s nothing related to training.”

Shi Mei’s expression changed. He looked faintly awkward.

“Oh? Then…”

He stopped himself as he realized that he almost asked a rude question.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up early,” Mo Ran said hurriedly.

“No…”

Indeed, he was fully dressed with his hair in near order. It seemed he had been quietly studying in his room, as Mo Ran had expected.

Mo Ran sighed in relief. “I’m glad. I was just hoping to ask you something…”

Here Mo Ran hesitated and scratched his head a little diffidently. Shi Mei seemed unusually reserved. Mo Ran had never interrupted his morning studying before to avoid inconveniencing him. Now he had, and on top of that, he was going to ask him another favor. He wondered if he should check whether Shi Mei had the time before asking him for the favor, or else Shi Mei might agree purely out of politeness.

Shi Mei watched him and suddenly lowered his gaze.

“Want to come inside?” he asked quietly.

“Huh?”

Shi Mei rarely invited Mo Ran into his room. Mo Ran hadn’t been expected to be invited in today of all days.

“So we can speak privately,” Shi Mei said.

“Oh! Thank you, but I don’t really have time,” he said apologetically.

Shi Mei’s eyes widened slightly. Mo Ran couldn’t remember the last time he had declined an invitation to spend time with Shi Mei. Usually he wanted to stick to Shi Mei like sticky candy, as close as Shi Mei would permit, every moment he could get.

Mo Ran explained, “I have to— actually, that’s what I wanted to ask. If you have time.”

“What is it?” Shi Mei asked, puzzled.

“Will you teach me how you make wonton soup?”

Shi Mei blinked in surprise. Then he looked at Mo Ran with an expression like dismay. Mo Ran didn’t understand it until he remembered his poor timing.

“You don’t have to make it with me. If you tell me how you make it, I can just try it on my own.”

“…Why do you want to learn how to make wonton soup?”

“Little Shidi is hurt. I was thinking yesterday, that when I’m hurt, wonton soup always makes me feel better. I want to try to make Little Shidi wonton soup before he wakes up.”

Shi Mei frowned and seemed thoughtful, even a little uncomfortable. Mo Ran blinked at him in confusion. He didn’t understand why Shi Mei didn’t seem to want to want to share the recipe.

“I thought Shidi didn’t like spicy food.”

“I’ll make it without chili for him.”

Shi Mei hesitated another moment. Mo Ran gazed at him in befuddlement, trying to figure out what the problem was.

“Do you…want to keep the recipe a secret?” Mo Ran wondered.

Shi Mei held out another moment before sighing in resignation.

“Shizun will have to forgive me,” he said quietly.

“Um. What does Shizun have to do with this? It’s not like it’s his recipe,” Mo Ran said, laughing a little at the idea of Chu Wanning’s cooking skills.

“It is,” Shi Mei said.

“Hahahahaha!”

Shi Mei watched him laughing. Mo Ran waited for him to drop the serious expression, but as time went on and Shi Mei failed to crack a smile, Mo Ran faltered. Then he stopped laughing entirely.

There was a tired look in Shi Mei’s eyes. The joke had been out of character; perhaps it was his way of distracting Mo Ran from something that was troubling him. Perhaps he had invited Mo Ran in wishing to tell him and unburden himself.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Ran asked gently.

“…Nothing.”

Mo Ran tsk’d and took Shi Mei’s hand intending to lead him into the room so they could talk privately. Shi Mei allowed it.

“Tell me,” Mo Ran urged once the door was closed.

“There’s nothing wrong,” Shi Mei said. “It’s only that I can’t teach you that recipe.”

“That’s okay,” Mo Ran said. “I shouldn’t have asked you out of the blue like that. But that can’t be the only thing that’s wrong. It’s not like you to make jokes at Shizun’s expense.”

“…”

Shi Mei gazed at him with an unreadable expression. Mo Ran looked back at him sincerely, hoping that Shi Mei would see how much Mo Ran cared about him.

“That was not a joke,” Shi Mei said. “It really is Shizun’s recipe. He’s the one who has been making wonton soup for you. I didn’t tell you because he asked me to keep it a secret.”

Mo Ran stared first in disbelief, and then in horrified realization.

“Mo Ran?” Shi Mei asked.

His voice sounded far away. Mo Ran was far away.

Before, he couldn’t think of the wonton soup without feeling a warmth that seeped deep into his bones. And now, he was remembering those wontons rolling across the floor, thrown away by Mo Ran’s own uncaring blow. He remembered the expression on Chu Wanning’s face after. He remembered his own satisfaction in the vindictive cruelty.

“Mo Ran?” Shi Mei asked again.

He sounded concerned. Mo Ran gulped and tried to pull himself together. He couldn’t have a breakdown in front of Shi Mei without explaining.

“Ah, so it wasn’t a joke,” he said with an attempt at a smile. It crumpled into a grimace.

Shi Mei sighed. “Shizun feared that you would react like this. That’s why he didn’t want you to know…”

Mo Ran again remembered the look on Chu Wanning’s face after Mo Ran had strewn his wontons across the floor. Chu Wanning had feared his reaction. But he couldn’t have known…

Mo Ran sucked in a breath. He repeated to himself that he couldn’t have a breakdown in front of Shi Mei.

“Don’t worry,” Mo Ran said. “I won’t tell him.”

He didn’t have time for a breakdown right now. He had to go start making the soup if he wanted it to be ready before Xia Sini woke up. He muttered some polite farewell to Shi Mei and hurried to the kitchens.

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Cooking always settled Mo Ran’s spirit somehow. Cooking for someone he loved was even better. He put special care into every step. He knew very well that he could not fix the mistakes he had made in his past life. What was done was done. But…perhaps he could do better in this lifetime. He wanted to do better by Xia Sini.

The soup was beautifully made. It was nothing compared to the soup Shi Mei had brought him just when he had desperately needed it. The soup that Chu Wanning had made for him and sent to him just when he had desperately needed it. Mo Ran remembered his overwhelming gratitude and the spark of love that had flared in the wreck of his heartache over the way Chu Wanning had treated him. He didn’t know what to make of this now. He didn’t know how to feel towards Shi Mei or Chu Wanning now.

The only thing that was clear was his feeling upon walking into Xia Sini’s room to offer him the wonton soup. Xia Sini was sitting up now seemingly reading the note Mo Ran had left. He startled at Mo Ran’s arrival and tossed the note like he was embarrassed to be caught reading it. Mo Ran grinned, feeling his heart light up with warmth and affection.

“You woke up early,” he noted.

Xia Sini looked at him warily. Mo Ran was a little surprised that he didn’t make some cranky comment.

“Does your wound hurt? Don’t worry, I’ll give you medicine soon, as I promised,” he said cheerily.

“It does not hurt,” Xia Sini quickly denied. “You can take that away.”

He gave the soup bowl a disgusted glare as he spoke. Mo Ran laughed.

“Won’t you even give it a taste? Your shixiong worked hard to make this!”

Mo Ran placed the tray close to Xia Sini and uncovered the bowl to reveal the soup. Xia Sini stared at the contents.

“What? Don’t you like wonton soup? I promise it’s not spicy.”

Xia Sini didn’t look up.

“You…you made me wonton soup?” he asked uncertainly.

“Of course! Little shidi needs good food to recover.”

“…”

Xia Sini said nothing and made no move to pick up his chopsticks. Mo Ran looked at him in concern, but his lashes were low over his eyes and Mo Ran couldn’t read his expression.

“Do you really not like it? I can go get you something else...”

Mo Ran was a little worried. He would have no time to make something good before Xia Sini got hungry. It would have to be some plain, boring congee.

“No, don’t take it away,” Xia Sini said. “I like it.”

“Oh,” Mo Ran said, relieved. “Then what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. It’s just that no one has ever taken care of me like this.”

Mo Ran’s heart ached to hear those words. He had suspected it, but now he knew it was true. He reached out and gently patted Xia Sini’s hair. He didn’t understand how it could be that no one had cared for this precious, clever, kind child.

Xia Sini looked up at his touch and finally met Mo Ran’s eyes.

“Thank you, shixiong,” he said sincerely.

Mo Ran smiled even has his heart broke open, overfilled with affection. Light spilled out through the cracks.

“I said I would take care of you, didn’t I?”

Xia Sini blinked and stared. He said nothing, but Mo Ran thought he saw something small and fragile lighting up in his eyes. Mo Ran tucked a strand of hair behind Xia Sini’s ear.

He cleared his throat before speaking to be sure that it wouldn’t break.

“If you want to show your gratitude, you better start eating before it gets cold,” he chided.

Xia Sini lowered his head and obeyed. There was a little smile on his face. Mo Ran couldn’t look away from it.

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#2ha #Xia Sini #the husky and his white cat shizun #RanWan #husky and his white cat shizun #SPOILERS FOR FULL NOVEL #myfanfic #BTW THIS IS ANGSTY BEFORE IT GETS CUTE #I’M SORRY I TRIED TO WRITE SOMETHING PURELY CUTE AND FLUFFY IDK HOW THIS HAPPENED #I will post this extra to Ao3 eventually #first I need to let it marinate a little. i JUST wrote it today.

[kankuroplease]

Could you share some Shisui hc, if you have any, pls?

On one hand; Shisui is ruthless when it comes to working for the Uchiha. He doesn’t care about pleases of mercy, agonizing screams, he’s not squeamish about blood, etc.

He’d only be dealing with them in that manner if the royally fucked up, so the blame is on them in his opinion

And on the other; he’s all smiles and jokes. No one really knows what to make of him

While everyone one is playing checkers, Shisui has been playing chess since he was 10.

Madara had all the money and power, so he plotted his own adoption by the leader of the Uchiha. Taking knife to the gut defending him was a small price to pay for opening the golden doors of opportunity

And although he admires Madara, he’s never truly seen him as his father. Just the boss he respects and wants the job of

He encouraged Obito to focus on going pro for both their benefits one less person for him to compete with and the sweet idiot would be less likely to die and break his heart as a pro fighter than sticking with the “business”

Kakashi’s the one that did his tattoo piece. He could’ve gone to Minato like all the others, but Minato wanted to be a family man and Kashi can’t kick out the guy that’s brought him so much business since completing his piece

He told the Uchiha’s to let Rin into Obito’s room after his accident for Obito’s benefit after he realized who she was

He introduced Toneri to Hinata in a way she’d think she made the connection herself for the Hyuga/herself. This made his business with her a little more pleasant as she’d be in a lighter mood.

He looks out for Hanabi because very few people outside of Neji and Hinata do. Plus babysitting her is the only way Hinata will give him deals.

Bonus that Hanabi talks too much and spills names and locations of the grown people that owe him money

Is very friendly with Sakura because he has a feeling Tsunade will sway her into finishing medical school and who doesn’t need a good reputable doctor

tried to be cool with Sasuke for his own benefit. If he is going to run things one day, he’d like to at least know something about the kid Sakura and Itachi’s lips are sealed

He uses Chiha’s love of money to bribe her to croon his men. He knows quite a few of them are interested in the little Uzumaki and if they’ve been good, why not reward them with her lovely presence

She really only agrees because Shisui has a strict respect the entertainer policy and he pays her a lot

Michi marrying Neji was not in in plans and he didn’t like that he probably would’ve paired her with Sasuke to build a better connection for himself there. Hot Sauce doesn’t do new friends, but he can still work her marriage to his favor

Despite his ulterior motives, he does care about the people in his life. He just wants what he wants and has a bad habit of treating others as NPCs and pawns.

Itachi is his competition; but he’s also his one good friend. So he’s keeping their foght for leader clean. Even Hana is off limits for Itachi

They often do interrogations together for maximum effect and clean up

See he can play nice?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, he loves kkobri’s kids. Even if his presence has to be “approved” first, he likes seeing their little faces and buying them gifts.

Makes him think he might want his own minions one day. But business first 🤧

Uchiha manwhore leaving broken hearts everywhere because he doesn’t play favorites and has no interest in settling down

Very flirtatious and playful outside of work

He’s never failed to complete a task

Actually a picky eater and embraced about it

He still maintains a respected and feared place within the Uchiha. Which many believe would make him a good leader in the future as planned

His nicer moments to strangers are the ones when he’s helping the down-trotten. He has a whole apartment complex that’s simply “pay what you can” for rent he covers the property tax of the building by inflating the price of the people with money he doesn’t like

Owning all the real estate that he does give him freedom to move himself and founds around freely

His main residence is also home to a lot of his men and weapons collection penthouse life

His weakness lies in his past, which he keeps guarded

His parents went out of their way to help others and when he does the same, he can almost imagine their happy faces

he has paranoia about footsteps in stairwells. They’re the perfect trap that’s how his parents were ambushed

The only one who’s ever noticed his unease with stairwells was Itachi, but Shisui tried to play it off

1000/10 he’s planning and plotting.

#ask #tsau: uchiha shisui #tw suggestive #tw mention of death #tw mentions of violence

[lizhly-writes]

trying to write in chronological order. here's a theoretical beginning/first chapter of my cnovel shenanigans

One day, as he listened blearily to the before-class chatter of the lecture hall, Yang Haoran thought: ah, I’m living in a webnovel.

Now, this wasn’t exactly a new idea he had been entertaining.  When you started having thoughts about how your name and face and your life didn’t fit quite right, and those thoughts started turning into first person point-of-view memories about a boy who was distinctly different but also distinctly similar to yourself, it was easy to think that you’d been reincarnated.  Once that became a solid fact in your mind, it was even easier to think you’d transmigrated, especially after you started picking up memories of the many, many similar webnovels your other self had read.

It wasn’t like Yang Haoran genuinely believed his life made up a webnovel’s plot, exactly.  It was just, well.  He was in mainland China, and he was a proper young master of a wealthy family, engaged to a similarly-rich family’s daughter since childhood.  That was enough to bring in some side-by-side comparisons to a few character archetypes.  

At one point, he’d actually pointed some tropes out to his fiancée for funsies.  “See, so this childhood family engagement is actually a pretty common background, reading these types of novels,” Yang Haoran had told her as he attempted a fairly regular assessment of her physical well-being.  “We could be the male and female lead, or one of us could be a lead and the other one gets dramatically dumped for their true love, or maybe we’re background characters and one of us also gets dramatically dumped for their true love, who is one of the leads.  That’s to show that our leads are really attractive and desirable.”

Jiang Mingxi had squinted oddly at him, a little like she was wondering if cutting him open would reveal the inner machinations of his brain.  Of course, it could have also been the concussion.  Jiang Mingxi got a lot of concussions.  It was a medical miracle that she didn’t have brain damage from it, but Jiang Mingxi was blessed with 1) a ridiculously hard head 2) a remarkably resilient constitution.  She bounced back from any kind of injury or illness like some kind of immortal cultivator, or, perhaps less flatteringly, a cockroach.  

Anyway.  His point was that, yes, he’d certainly thought about living in a webnovel, especially when dramatic events occurred in his life, but on the whole, it was perhaps more sane to assume that he was living a life that wasn’t guided by the whims of a capricious author in a worldline laid on top of his own.

Well, until now. 

There was a name on everyone’s lips, these days. Yang Haoran couldn’t go a second without hearing it.  “Chen Lihua looks like a goddess today!”  “Chen Lihua looks disgusting today.”  “Did you hear about what that Chen Lihua did over the weekend?  Lemme tell you, it’s scandalous.”  “Chen Lihua’s such a two-faced bitch, does she really think she can make us think that she doesn’t mean to attract so many men..?”

Everything, for some reason, was all about Chen Lihua, and Yang Haoran couldn’t figure out why.  She wasn’t famous.  She didn’t have any accomplishments to her name.  Maybe she’d gotten into some shit with someone with influence, but even that shouldn’t have spread to his sector of the campus, which was generally filled with students so sleep-deprived they cared more about caffeine than they did any kind of school drama.  Maybe it was because she was pretty – his best friend pointed her out once – but it wasn’t as if it made much of an impression on him.

Actually, that was one of the things that concerned him.  Zhao Yuhang liked looking at girls, and he liked talking about girls.  Fine.  Okay.  Yang Haoran knew that.  But there was talking about girls, and then there was bringing up a girl’s name at least once in every conversation that Yang Haoran had with him for the past month.

It didn’t help that the same phenomenon seemed to be affecting Jiang Mingxi.  Less effectively, sure, but just the fact that she was even bothering to remember Chen Lihua’s name at all was out-of-the-ordinary.  That she was snarling it out on a regular basis was… very weird.  

Yang Haoran didn’t get it.  At least not until yesterday, when he had been walking back tho his dorm from class.  He’d been in the right place in the right time, to catch a perfect view of Chen Lihua standing in the middle of the quad, bravely facing down another girl who was having a screaming fit at her.  

The scene should have been messy and unpleasant and there probably should have been a lot of people trying to go about their day ignoring what was happening.  Unrealistically enough, it was practically picturesque.  It had been a cloudy day, but there was a shaft of golden light catching the girls at perfectly photogenic angles (though Chen Lihua’s was somehow more perfectly photogenic) as flower petals fluttered about and framed their figures.  It seemed very clear who was the villainess and heroine in this scene; a fierce tigress facing down a trembling white lotus, pure and innocent with tears streaking down her jade face and yet still trying to stay strong against an overwhelming onslaught. Truly, Chen Lihua was an existence that had to be protected.  Yang Haoran almost wanted to run over there and throw himself between them (dramatically, of course), declaring that he could not let this stand.

…Which was really weird, because Yang Haoran had almost zero altruistic tendencies and had definitely never felt any urges to protect any random crying stranger, no matter how pure and innocent she seemed, which… actually, he’d never thought of anyone as pure and innocent before, either. 

It was at that moment a realization hit him, like a roundhouse kick to the head.  Chen Lihua clearly had some kind of protagonist’s halo over her.  She really couldn’t be anything other than a female lead.

Which meant that yes, Yang Haoran was definitely living in a webnovel.

#original fiction #transmigration #i'm a boy who transmigrated into a gl novel what am i supposed to do now?! #transmigrated as the female lead's villain fiance #mine #my writing #everything

[stupidcanofpeaches]

so remember the previous master post of all the unfinished five whump fics and snippets and plot bunnies that i posted like. months ago. good news: i have more. bad news: i only finished like two from the original list. whoops. 

(though i did write more for the other ones even though they’re not finished yet so it could be worse. hey, at least i’m writing again!)

so here you go. it ain’t much and it’s dishonest work. ya know how it goes.

1. five is prone to traumatic and violent ptsd flashbacks. usually, though, he finds them manageable. mostly. this time is not one of them. this time, he has a flashback so bad he can’t just snap back, and it happens outside, out in the public, of all times and places. a concerned citizen calls for help, and since five cannot tell them his name - cannot tell them anything, can’t even jump away, nothing - they cart him off to the local hospital and then, deeming his state critical, get him involuntarily admitted to a psychiatric care facility for juveniles. the rest of the hargreeves’s, though, have no idea what’s happening. it takes them a whole week to find where five had disappeared off to,  and when they do arrive to get him out, they find him medicated to hell and back and barely coherent - because when five did eventually somewhat came to, he kept getting "aggressive" and "combative" and "uncooperative" with the staff, refusing to even say his real name, and allison has to rumor the doctors to take him home.

He wants to get up and leave, but his legs suddenly go all foamy, and instead he sinks back to the ground, horrified and weak. His stomach hurts in that nauseous, tightly-knotted, miserable way, and he dry heaves into his hand when his headscarf slips off, further exposing him to the meaty, heavy stench. The bag slips completely off his shoulder, heavily slumping on the dirty floor - spilling the mushy, rotting apples into the pool of brown liquid around the decomposing body before him. It was a woman, he thinks, with long wavy blond hair still visible.

It's horrible. He wants to leave. He needs to leave.

He makes another attempt to get up, the bag with his meagre findings all but forgotten, but this time, it's not his own weak knees that stop him.

It's the hand that suddenly latches on to his wrist.

2. directly inspired by this post. or the one where five has an absolutely miserable time of it after s3 end, and the aftermath of an accident is made a lot worse by an amateur attempt to hide it.

"Oh, fuck," the voice above him says, less than comfortingly, and Five jolts awake.

He hurts.

As he gasps and claws his way to awareness with difficulty, the man above him swears again. The string of curses is half-slurred, panicky, angry. "Son of a bitch," he mumbles, voice trembling, "you little - how the fuck - I thought you were dead!"

Five slowly turns his head up to look at him. The white ring of the flashlight's beam in man's hand is blinding, and he squints painfully, trying to make out a face amongst the flickering stars in his vision. The cogs in his head turns sluggishly.

It's no use. He has no idea what the man looks like. It's no one he knows.

Gradually, he makes out the square dark outline above him, and recognizes the narrow strip of night sky behind the man's silhouette. There are trees looming ominously behind him. There's barely any sound beyond the man's ragged, heavy breathing, and the rumbling of the car's engine.

The car. The engine. The surface on which he's lying is vibrating. The car is important.

They're - not in the city anymore.

He has no idea where they are, exactly. He doesn't know who this man is.

So how did he end up in the trunk of his car?

With this staggering realization that perhaps should've come a bit sooner, he tries to sit up, still feeling out of sync and a little bewildered; an actor in a play where everyone knew their roles except for him. His hands feel numb as he fumbles. His head really, really hurts.

He can't get up.

The man's stance above him shifts as he shifts on his feet - rolls his shoulders - cracks his neck - and then stares back at Five with seemingly determination. Alarmed, he makes another attempt to get up, fingers weakly searching for something - something to help him, to protect himself from what's coming. And he can recognize what's coming just by the taste of the bile rising up in his throat.

When he habitually clenches his fists, nothing happens.

Right.

3. five’s alone. five is all alone. or: autumn out on the streets is rough when you can’t teleport and also look like a thirteen-year-old.

It's just past midnight when Diego gets the phone call. As he groggily palms the phone on his nightstand, nearly pushing it off on the floor, the bedside lamp on the other side clicks on among the buzzing, illuminating Lila's face - also looking sharply and immediately awake.

These days they rarely get any phonecalls this late.

Somehow, he just knows that it's nothing good.

He pushes the button, sitting up in bed, and the ringing stops.

"Hello?" he tersely says. He half-expects to hear Klaus's voice, begging him sweetly to get him out of some night club - nothing but a memory of what used to be a regular occurrence, because Klaus is mostly sober now and even if he had been drinking, midnight is too early for him to call.

It's a woman's voice that answers.

"Hello?" she says, "Is this Diego I'm speaking to?"

He doesn't recognize the voice. Immediately, his stomach twists a little - apprehension and anticipation.

"Who is this?" he demands, without confirming his identity. Lila's head is on his shoulder, listening to the tinny sound of the woman's voice on the other end.

And then she says, "Central clinic, we have your brother," and something in him just goes cold and dead for a moment.

So it has to be Klaus after all. Probably. Most likely. Could be Viktor or Luther but they are probably the least prone to injuries in the family - with Luther still built like a tank and with how careful Viktor usually is, his mind can't help but jump to Klaus immediately. It wouldn't be the first time Diego had to pick him up from one hospital or another.

Last time Diego saw him was a week ago, and he looked good - stable - what the hell happened?

He should've kept tabs on him better. Should've called more. The isolation of this new world was rough on all of them, and god, Klaus doesn't have his powers anymore - if he's seriously injured, he won't magically come back to life - what the hell happened?

"...your contact number was the first in the list, so if you could please, confirm..." the woman continues on, and Diego snaps back a little when Lila none too delicately pinches the back of his other hand.

Diego clears his throat. Questions roam in his head - a list? What list? Hospital?

Right. Gotta confirm it first.

"I, uh. Sorry. Yeah. Yes. I'm Diego. Could you - is he okay? What happened to him?"

The woman takes a second's pause on the other end.

"It'd probably be easier if you came to the hospital, preferably with some identification," she says, clearly hesitant. "This is not something we should discuss over the phone. Plus, we'll need you to fill out some forms as an adult relative to make some decisions regarding his treatment - "

An adult?

"Wait," Diego quickly says. "Hang on there. Is he - incapacitated, or something? Why would he need me to make decisions for him?"

He can practically hear her frown.

"Your brother is currently unconscious," she finally says, her tone a touch colder, "he is also underage. We've been trying to find his parents for a few days now. You are his brother, aren't you?"

Record scratch.

Underage.

This whole time, was she talking about Five?

Five, whom Diego hadn't seen in months at this point?

How the hell did Five get his number?

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sorry there’s not much this time. that last one’s been living in my head for a good couple of weeks now though! i also wanna try something a little new for me with two main narrative lines - one in the present, and one in the past - presented alongside each other. five is alone and miserable and much guilt is had by the family in the aftermath. yay.

also gotta love writing fics set post s3 which, yep, i still still still haven’t watched.

#does anyone know how to deal with writers guilt #like #i enjoy writing #but i also don't write enough #and i know people want to see more #but lately i've just been so tired i haven't been able to really put out anything solid #ahh #so anyway here's something for you #sorry it's not much #i really do like the last one and actually have more scenes written up for this one #tua #five #fanfiction #peaches speaking

[ciaossu-imagines]

Not a request, but I just want to talk with you about IkeRev. whose route is the one you liked the most and that has left an impression on you? for me, even if fenrir is my favorite character, I will definitely say that i liked Edgar’s route the most among all of them because of its surprises and the plot’s twists and turns. i mean, there’s just a lot of things and drama going on in his story, and it’s never bland. 

Oh yay!! Honestly, my dear anon, you don’t know how happy it makes me whenever someone pops into my inbox just to chat, because it makes me so incredibly happy (just as dm’s or anyone just wanting to talk to me does)!! No complaints, because I absolutely love and enjoy writing the requests I get, but being an imagines or writing blog in fandom can get a little lonely at times and can make you feel kind of removed from fandom as a whole, so chances to geek out with people who genuinely want to hear me do that?? Absolutely wonderful and enough to make my day!

Now, I will admit that I have not played through all the routes for IkeRev. I stopped playing it for quite a while, just because I got really into some other things, and only recently really rediscovered my love for it, so I’ve been replaying routes and playing some ones that were either released while I wasn’t into the game as much, or that I didn’t really get around to the first time so I can’t weigh in on every single route but I’ll do my best to kind of be coherent about my thoughts on the different routes, because I don’t actually have a favourite, since I can find positives to most of the routes.

I haven’t played Seth’s route yet, just because I really, really do love Seth quite a bit and am saving it for a bit of a treat myself. I haven’t played Dalim’s because, honestly, he just doesn’t catch my interest quite as much as some of the others. I haven’t played Oliver’s…I adore Oliver, he’s actually one of my favourites, and I know spoilers about his route and the general gist of the story but have not, and probably never will, play through his route. I’m just starting Luka’s route now, so no judgment on it yet!

I will say, straight off that I honestly wasn’t a huge fan of both Lancelot and Ray’s routes. They felt very otome basic to me and though I love both characters, I think the reason I love them so much was because of their roles in other people’s routes and less because their own routes were super enjoyable!

Though I had a list of ‘proper order to play the routes’ when I started playing the game, that kind of got thrown away when I saw Sirius and I did Ray’s route first and then went right into Sirius’ route…and maybe the route isn’t as great as I’m remembering it to be, but after Ray’s disappointing route, and the fact that I loved Sirius so hard right off the bat means that his route definitely remains one I really love, for nostalgia factor. I did Kyle’s right after Sirius’ and I have a lot of love for both Kyle and his route because of that, especially since I was really developing my own fascination with and plans to study in the medical field around the time I was playing that route.

Favourite though?? In terms of pacing, plot, drama and angst, and characterizations, Edgar’s route is arguably the absolute best out of all the routes I’ve played through so far. I was glued to my screen and I spent actual, real life currency to keep playing through that route because it hooked me in so much. Like, I honestly was not an Edgar fan at all starting his route, I was only doing it because I really do prefer to finish all the routes in a game if I can, but I came out of that route just absolutely such a fan of the route and of Edgar’s.

The route I revisit the most though?? It’s Fenrir’s, actually! I won’t say he’s my absolute favourite, love-of-my-life in all of IkeRev, because I love him as much as the rest of them (and maybe a little, tiny bit less than some of them), but I find his route to just be really relaxing to play through. Yeah, it has its conflicts and it’s drama at appropriate moments, but it still manages to feel really light-hearted and Fenrir just always manages to make me smile, so I find myself replaying his route in between routes I’ve found boring or routes that really pulled heavily on my emotions, just to have that kind of mental happiness reset! Loki's is the only other route I replay with any regularity as well.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #admin chatter

[sogno-ao3]

a list of named books in still waters

writing this because it is late and i am going crazy with work and wanted to write this as a diversion--won't include jane eyre and huckleberry finn for spoilery reasons!

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The Jungle, Upton Sinclair

Ah, the first book we see in Still Waters and one that Mollie wonders if Tommy has read. It is evocative of Tommy's own dirty business; Sinclair writes about the violent and unsanitary meat-packing industry and how the main character is a decent man but his circumstances force him into less-than-moral doings...?

North and South, Elizabeth Gaskell and Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen

Contributes to the feeling for Mollie's inexperience with romance--Pride and Prejudice is certainly one of the canonical romance greats, North and South in the third tier...?

The History of the Standard Oil Company, Ida Tarbell

Mostly just to be evocative of Tommy's penchant for empire building, and something that he'd probably read.

Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

To be frank, nothing is really going on here... I suppose one can draw parallels between Heathcliff and Tommy, but that would make this romance rather monstrous...? Hate to disappoint, but revenge plots are not the focus of this story.

House of Mirth, Edith Wharton

Nothing of note, except period accuracy.

A Doctor's Education: a Guide to Medical Schools

A book that I made up.

A Doll's House, Henrik Ibsen

I admit, a little too on the nose, but too perfect to resist as a play and its thematic material--Tommy has trapped Mollie in a doll's house; further commentary on how Mollie is circumscribed by her position in society, and whether she can break out of it or not. Further hilarious references when she tries to escape the Shelby family meeting and abandons a child.

The Tempers, William Carlos Williams

Personally, I am a fan of WCW and just about died when I re-read the poem with Grace the cat--and so it was purrfect to include. Another thing I do love about WCW is that many poems can be interpreted from very surface-level to very abstract, from serious to playful--depends on your mood. This dichotomy I also try to illustrate between Tommy and Mollie.

Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

Can you tell that I hate this book? I'm amazed that it always ends up on the top lists; writing is insipid even without the awful treatment of colonization. Again, a book that inspires differences of opinions between Tommy and Mollie.

Poems, Wilfred Owen

"Written by a war veteran" is how I imagined it was sold in stores, and Tommy just chose it, and then realized he doesn't want to relive any of that, and so neglects to read it, leaving a very chagrined Mollie to pick up the pieces.

The Education of Henry Adams, Henry Adams

Chosen for the themes of growth and change, but most importantly, it was period appropriate.

Agnes Grey, Anne Brontë

An echo to Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre. Also a bildungsroman for a young woman of a lower class.

Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Anne Brontë

Nothing too important except that it's in the Brontë family.

Poems, Emily Brontë

I don't think Emily Brontë ever published a solo book of poetry (she did publish a book with her sisters), but nonetheless, someone aggregated them and when I visited home, I discovered I had a book of her lesser-known poems. I think I had bought this book when I was in my own e-girl era... uh.... anyway, many great poems to give life to Tommy's own e-boy era.

#random #stillwaters-ao3