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BTHB: Part 4

The fourth fill for my @badthingshappenbingo card continued from the original request from @ladylienda. Here there be angst!

Title: Have I Done No Hurt

Square Filled: Kind Restraints

Characters: ARC Trooper Fives, Captain Rex, Vokara Che

Word Count: 3,700

Summary: Fives is bound, mentally and physically, and Rex begins to see how high the deck is stacked.

Chapter: 2/4

Warnings: Restrained/Loss of Autonomy, Forced Medical Treatment, Forced Medication

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My BTHB Card

The journey from the Halls of Healing was all quick steps and hushed words between Rex and Skywalker. They went over the same few points over and over, confirming what they knew and realizing how little that meant.

We’re chasing our tails, Rex thought as they came to a halt in front of the council’s chambers. As they awaited the masters’ arrival, any sense of proactivity their brisk pace had afforded them faded. Rex watched Skywalker. Brows furrowed, arms crossed, jaw set. Rex knew all too well the tightly-wound contemplation that inevitably snapped into rash action, and - if they were lucky - ended with an unlikely victory.

But this wasn’t a battlefield.

“Sir?”

“Yeah, Rex?”

“Permission to return to the Halls of Healing, sir?” There was no need for him to stay while the council conferred with one another. Maybe it was selfish, but it was also tactically sound. “We don’t know that this isn’t a Separatist plot. And with what happened with Tup…”

He let his words hang in the air between them. Whatever doubt Skywalker had for Fives’ claims, and whatever enmity Fives had incurred by accusing the Chancellor of something horrible, it had all fallen away when the blaster bolt had struck Fives.

I can’t protect FIves from here, he thought. I don’t think I can protect him at all. Guilt stung him more intensely when the thought that Fives would never in a hundred years blame him for it.

Master Windu, Master Ti, and Master Yoda approached from the opposite end of the hallway. Rex’s eyes flickered over them, then returned to Skywalker, whose deliberation was blessedly brief.

“Granted,” he said.

Rex nodded in gratitude. Skywalker shifted his weight from one foot to the other, then inclined his chin.

“I’ll square this with the council, Rex,” he said. Rex wondered if those words were more for him or for Skywalker himself. There was a flash in his eyes, something Rex tried to put his faith in. “I won’t lose Fives, too.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Skywalker nodded, gave him a little smile. His words were a vow at best, and a promise of belligerence at worst. Skywalker turned to meet the masters; Rex hoped care for Fives would temper his appeal to the council.

As he left, Rex felt it. There was a rift between them. It wasn’t observable, and it was something he scarcely acknowledged; he couldn’t explain it, not even to himself, but Rex felt it growing day after day. Skywalker hadn’t been the same since Commander Tano left. And perhaps something had shifted between him and Senator Amidala as well. After comm sessions with her, Skywalker would be possessed of a desperation that had never been present before. Rex set it aside with all of his other hazy twilight worries that he couldn’t name or define.

He began to retrace his steps to the Halls of Healing and check over the comm messages he’d received. The messages from Kix weren’t a surprise, but the message from Commander Doom was. (Rex had forgotten the depleted 125th had also returned to Coruscant.) There were questions he couldn’t answer, and questions he wouldn’t answer. Not until he was sure he could do so in privacy, not until he knew what to say. And even if he did, if Fives was right, would he be spreading that information like an infection?

This goes the whole way to the top.

The Halls of Healing had become busier since he’d left. Not by any means bustling but certainly more awake. He received polite nods and curious looks. He found his way back to where he’d left Fives. But instead of Fives, he found an unfamiliar healer treating a youngling’s knee. He tried to ignore the wave of heat that swept over him. He knew he was in the right place. There was a reasonable explanation. They probably moved him. But where? What if the guard had taken him? What if Fives had slipped away on the table the youngling was now perched atop? That wasn’t a death befitting a soldier, and...

“Captain?”

Healer Che regarded him, her hands clasped in front of her, her expression even.

“Yes, sir?” Rex said. He straightened, and hoped that would make up for the expectant dread in his eyes.

“We moved him to a more private room,” she said. “Somewhere we can continue to treat him, and he can start to recuperate.”

Rex was thankful she answered his most urgent question, but the word private tugged at something in him. Privacy wasn’t something he or his men were accustomed to. His mind cycled through other words. Confined. Contained. Locked away. He glanced away from Che. Perhaps the thought was unworthy of him. He set aside the mistrustful semantics and met Che’s eyes.

“He’s safe,” she said. Her voice wasn’t soft. Not exactly, but it was concise and quiet, and Rex took heart in that. “I’ll take you to him.”

Rex kept pace with Che’s unhurried steps, but with each footfall, the sense that he was too late grew.

He followed her to a room in a quiet corner of a quiet hallway to a low-lit room where a privacy curtain was drawn. Che sidestepped the curtain and slipped by, barely jostling the fabric. Rex did the same, and on the other side, found Idan fastening a restraint around Fives’ left ankle. Contrition edged into the focus on his face when he glanced up as Rex made his way to the bedside.

“A regrettable necessity, I'm afraid,” Che said as she followed Rex’s eye line. “They’ll come off as soon as he’s lucid.”

Rex felt numb as he nodded and rested his hands on the bed rails. He was nothing if not practical. He knew the restraints were there for a good reason. This wasn’t even the first time in the same ten-day he’d seen a brother in this state, but seeing Fives there, unable to move, much less defend himself, set Rex’s teeth on edge. As Idan pulled a strap over Fives’ chest, he glanced at Rex, then away, his gaze there and gone like a fish disappearing beneath a rock. Rex knew he hadn’t imagined the contrition and unease he saw there. He pulled in a protracted breath, held it in his lungs and his belly, then released it.

Idan checked his handiwork, then stepped back before picking up a datapad and handing it to Che, who accepted it in both hands.

“His blood work,” Idan said as he pointed at the screen, his expression somewhere between concerned and intrigued. Che hummed as she manipulated the display, her features unreadable.

“Did…did you find anything? In his blood?” He feared the answer as much as he needed it. Just the same, he begrudged himself the quaver in his voice. If either of the healers had noticed, they showed no sign of it.

“We did,” she said with a slow, considered nod.

Idan excused himself to other duties and Rex waited for Che to continue. She set the pad on a nearby stand and, from the side of the bed opposite Rex, regarded Fives for a long moment.

“There were traces of a sedative, but there was something else too. I’m not certain how one chemical affected the other, and the other drug we found in his system is unfamiliar to me. But I recognize enough of the components and their effects that I feel confident enough to offer treatment. As close as I can tell, whatever he was given impaired his cognitive function and amplified his fight or flight response. It’s incredibly long-acting, and…” Che trailed off. Her lekku twitched and something, not anger, not quite, shadowed her features. “And it’s cruel.”

Rex’s fingers tightened around the bedrail. Whatever had leached into Fives’ veins had robbed him of his intellect and stoked his instincts into actions he couldn’t control. Che’s findings went a long way toward explaining Fives’ actions, but Rex had another thought.

“What about…” he tapped his index finger on his right temple.

“I can feel an absence there. Scans show that a procedure was done and that he’s healing without difficulty, but I can’t entirely rule out whether or not it’s had an effect on his behavior. At least, not yet, but whatever is in his bloodstream likely accounts for it.”

Rex made a thoughtful sound as he watched the peaceful rise and fall of Fives’ chest.

“I’m going to bring him out of this sleep,” Che said. It sounded like an apology. “I’d keep him under if I could, but it wouldn’t be the most effective way of monitoring improvements. Or any declines. The best we can do for him is to keep him as calm and as comfortable as we can.”

Che rested her fingertips on either side of Fives’ head, not quite touching his temples. Her eyes slid most of the way closed and her lips moved.

—

Something was calling him away from the mercy of nothingness.

“Fives?”

There was a disconnect between the sound and its relevance; the impulse to respond was fleeting. Fives’ mouth was hideously dry; he tried to swallow - there was no saliva in his mouth to truly accomplish this - and felt the pressure beneath his nose, something in his nose.

He tried to raise a hand to his face, but something around his wrist stopped him well short An unlovely sound came out of his throat as his eyes struggled open and he tried to lift himself, but met with the same result at his chest and feet. He felt the pinch of an IV catheter in the crook of his arm and the adhesive tug of the tape that was keeping it there. Beeping sounded to his left in time with his escalating heartbeat.

There was a person on each side of him, and the realization he was outnumbered as well as restrained scratched like static over his senses.

“You’re in the Halls of Healing in the Jedi Temple.”

Fives’ gaze found its way to the speaker as he continued to struggle. He blinked heavily as he looked at his captor and things became a little more focused. Blue Twi’lek woman. Stern voice, kind eyes. The healer.

“Try to be calm.” Her voice, or something that went deeper, made him want to do just that. To be calm. He wanted to be calm. So calm. But his world was unfocused and his head was spinning and he was tied down and he had to move, he had to…

“Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

Something glib but incoherent flared and extinguished in his mind.

“Lemme go.”

To his disgust, the words came out plaintive and edgeless.

“Hey, Fives.”

That was Rex! Fives’ attention listed to the other side of the bed where his captain stood.

“Rex,” he said. He panted and blinked, trying to clear his mind. Focus, you asshole! “You need to listen. I need to-”

“No, Fives, you don’t.” Rex’s voice was grave, but there was so much worry in his eyes that Fives felt deeply and utterly sorry he was the cause. “You need to trust me. Can you do that?”

Of course he could trust Rex, couldn’t he? He’d come to him because he trusted him. Fives lifted his head off the pillow and his head spun as he looked down at himself, seeing the points at which he was bound to the bed he was propped up on. Someone had changed him into a medical gown; the burgeoning ache in his side told him he’d find dressings and bandages if he was able to see beneath. His head fell back once more, then rolled in Rex’s direction to look beyond him at the privacy curtain obscuring his view of everything beyond.

“Let me go,” Flives pleaded. He focused on each word and punctuated the phrase with a frustrated tug of his restraints. “I need to tell the Jedi!”

Rex shook his head sadly.

“I can’t do that, Fives.”

Rex sounded like he wished for all the world he could. He moved a hand toward Fives’ shoulder, but Fives shied away from the comfort he was being offered. He didn’t think he meant to. It could have been his frayed nerves. It could have been the fact that little of the contact he’d felt in the last few days had been understanding or kind. But beneath that, sour as bile, was a feeling of betrayal.

"'m not crazy."

Fives squirmed, and the heart monitor trilled faster. He was too hurt, too tired, too hot. As though the truth he was carrying was going to burn him alive from the inside out.

“I know that, Fives. I know. Once you’re well-”

“Doesn’t matter,” Fives groaned as he shook his head. It didn’t. He knew his life was over, but if he could tell someone what he knew, to get them to really hear him, at least it wouldn’t have been for nothing. “The Chancellor, the chips. We’ve gotta stop him!”

“Calm, Captain,” the admonition came from his left where the healer - he couldn’t remember her name - was looking at monitors and tapping at a datapad.

“Fives…” Rex trailed off, his brow furrowed as he frowned with all too familiar sadness and uncertainty. “Whatever’s happened, we’ll figure it out.”

“You don’t ha- have to believe me. Just listen. Please, please, just listen.”

He knew how he must look, tied down and doped out of his mind. Just like Tup.

Oh, Tup.

He felt less like the madman he’d been branded, and more like a grieving brother. And there was something else he needed someone, anyone, to know.

“The chips,” he said. He shook his head and tried to swallow away the new tightness in his throat. “It wasn’t Tup’s fault, Rex. It wasn't.”

Rex’s features grew gentler, but he remained quiet as Fives tugged pitifully at the straps and closed his eyes against the horrible, jumbled mess of his thoughts, against the memory of the Chancellor’s voice slithering rancidly in his skull.

A few words, clone. A few words and all of your brothers will do what they were designed to do at the outset. The day so much patience and planning will pay off. The day the Jedi will…

Fives’ mouth formed a silent no as he closed his eyes and choked back a sob.

“Fives,” Che said as she rematerialized to his left; he barely heard her over the rush of blood in his ears. “I want you to take a breath for me, okay? In and out.”

Haltingly, and with the aid of the oxygen, he managed it.

“That’s right,” Che soothed. “That’s good, keep that up.”

What else could he do? He couldn’t get free, could even curl in on himself. So he breathed. There was nothing and no one to bargain with, but he would have given anything for one more chance to level a blaster at Palpatine.

He wouldn’t waste it.

“We found the drug in your system. And I know it’s making things difficult for you. I'm going to give you something that should counteract it.”

He peeled his eyes open at that, and his heart stuttered when he saw the syringe in her hand.

“No,” he said. He shook his head and tried to inch backwards. “No more.”

He failed to suppress the sharp, pained sound that escaped him when he wrenched himself to the right. His body itched as sweat prickled up over his skin. Nothing budged, nothing would give way. Nothing but his limbs and his limited reserve of energy.

”Rex? Please?!”

Guilt played over Rex’s face as he looked down and away from him, but neither he nor Che were moved. Fives could only watch when Che depressed the plunger and pushed the syringe’s contents into his IV line.

That’s not fair, he thought. That’s not fucking fair! None of it was, but that was the first time those words had clawed their way so pervasively to the surface, right along all the other thoughts, feelings, and truths that had nowhere else to go. The memory of something dark and inquisitive pressing against his mind made his breath catch.

You’re clever, aren’t you? Your resourcefulness and determination are laudable, but ultimately, it is for nothing. Even if the GAR and the Jedi were to tolerate this apostasy… the Chancellor had trailed off then tutted in a mockery of sympathy before continuing. I will not let a slave with an overdeveloped sense of self destroy what is to come. You cannot stop it. You will not stop it.

A cold burn crawled into his veins. Fives cried out and gave one last hard tug at his bindings. It was useless and it hurt.

—

Rex watched as FIves faded from himself. The tempo of the heart monitor decreased, and after a few minutes, his body began to relax. His eyes were half-lidded and unseeing, and his disjointed raving faded into flinches and whimpers.

“He is going to be out of it for a while,’ Che told Rex as she checked Fives over. She didn’t seem alarmed by his state. Rex knew he shouldn’t be either, but this felt worse. “If you are staying, I can arrange to have a cot brought in for you. If you would like.”

It was not the dismissal Rex was expecting, and as he considered his response, Che disposed of her gloves and washed her hands before turning back to him.

“No, sir, a cot won’t be necessary, but I’ll trouble you for a datapad if I may.”

A smile lighted on her lips and she gave him an amenable nod.

“I don’t know what trouble Fives has found himself in, but I will help him in any way I can.”

“Thank you, sir.” That’s all Rex said, no more, no less. He stood straighter, lest he sag with relief at her words. He hoped she could feel the enormity of his gratitude that she could be - at least for now - impartial, that her duty was solely to her patient.

“Of course, Captain.”

She outfitted him with a datapad and reviewed Fives’ vitals once more. Satisfied with what she saw, she told Rex to inform her of any changes, and that she would return at regular intervals. Then she left them.

As Fives drifted, Rex skimmed the holonet, trying to glean what he could from whatever news sources had reported on Fives. Rex expected anti-clone rhetoric and irresponsible, self-serving speculation, but he found suspiciously little of anything. His finger was hovering over a link to a maybe-relavant article when his commlink chimed.

He hurriedly discarded the ‘pad and answered the call. Skywalker’s small, blue facsimile leapt into view.

“General?”

“Hey, Rex.”

Skywalker’s tone was casual, but his eyes were sharp, vexed. Rex held his breath.

“The council will speak to Fives once he’s making sense. He’s to stay in the Halls of Healing.”

“That’s great, sir,” Rex said. It truly was, but there was something in Skywalker’s demeanor that forced him to phrase it as a question.

He crossed his arms and continued.

“There’s some truth to what he was saying about biochips. Master Ti confirmed it.”

Rex’s world grinded to a halt, but he sat, and he listened as Skywalker told him what he’d learned. Biochips, viruses, behavior modification, Fives’ self-elected surgery.

“It just doesn’t make any sense, Rex. None of it.”

Rex silently agreed.

“Master Windu has ordered me to return to Kamino with Master Ti so that we can be fully briefed about the chips. Quietly.”

No doubt it was Windu’s order that rankled Skywalker. No matter how much respect Skywalker held for the man, contention had grown between them. Rex knew it was not his to regret, but he did all the same.

Skywalker nodded and his expression softened.

“How’s Fives?”

“Recovering.”

“Good, that’s good,” Skywalker said as though he were expecting no other outcome. He crossed his arms more tightly around himself and looked off to his left; his image flickered as though the machine was projecting the essence of his hesitation. Rex shifted in his seat and spared a glance at Fives. If Rex was to be ordered to Skywalker’s side, or given another duty, he’d rather get it over with.

“Sir?”

“Fives tried to save Tup, but he didn’t make it. I’m sorry, Rex.”

Rex had assumed as much, but to hear it spoken and drawn down into reality still hurt. Good-hearted, capable Tup. Brothers’ deaths were never easier despite the constancy of their nature, but Rex knew that even when this wound was no longer fresh, Tup’s absence would be felt over and over again, and not just by him. The balance the younger trooper managed to foster among the men would be gone forever.

“Thank you for telling me, sir,” Rex said with a curt, professional nod.

Skywalker looked like he wanted to say more on the subject, but Rex was thankful when he didn’t. Rex didn’t know what he would have wanted to hear, and so silence was, as it always was in those moments, preferable.

“We’re leaving right away. You’ll be under Master Windu’s command until I return.”

“Good luck, sir.”

Skywalker’s image flashed from view. Where Rex felt he was chasing his tail before, he felt like he was drowning now. What had been in Fives’ and Tup’s heads was in his and all of his men’s. The entire GAR. What else were they unaware of?

Ticking time bombs.

Fives was insensible and the outside hall was empty. Alone with his thoughts, Rex touched his head, knowing there would be nothing different there and finding no comfort in that fact. He despised himself for thinking so, but the ugly realization crept in that all of this would be easier if Fives was truly mad.

A message on his commlink announced its arrival.

“Damnit.”

Rex jerked his hand away from himself and looked at what he was being sent. The channel it originated from was encrypted. Rex’s flash of annoyance congealed into something that was mostly suspicion and bordered on alarm.

He opened it and the device displayed a still image of a stranger accompanied by the words, “Watch Out.”

#bad things happen bingo #star wars: the clone wars #kind restraints #arc trooper fives #captain rex #vokara che #lots o angst #fives is straight up not having a good time #hippa shmippa #i wonder sometimes if palpatine messed with fives’ head on top of everything else #story and angst-convenient neurology and pharmacology #Mace Windu takes thee earliest opportunity to get Skywalker off of coruscant #came to the realization that this is the first multi-chapter fic i’ve attempted in well over a decade #kind of fucking me up a bit actually #someday I’ll write one where Tup lives too

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puella-peanut · 1 year

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#no i can't be normal about this anymore #i went into this thinking it was this cute domestic slice of life 1980's rotten apple piece and then i got hit by a truck - repeatedly #i mean between the making a wife out of your 16 year old son and undertones of confused and repressed incest #mr. stranger danger che casually grooming teddy and teddy getting dom’d by everyone especially his DAD #cuba pulling down the underwear of his own son to “check” if “something” had happened with the brother - more incest in the morning lalala #teddy casually doing heroin (!!) and having a loving and abusive drug dealer for his dad (!!)#and teddy writing stories about his dad getting prison gang raped (!!!!!!!)#and the whole thing with “cookie” whoever the fuck you are and whatever the fuck happened #and then ending where wife!son! teddy so sweetly makes his dad an all-american pb&j sandwich #RIGHT AFTER HIS DAD SHOOTS HIMSELF IN THE HEAD IN A SUICIDE ATTEMPT #i wasn't ready and now i never will be #in which i post my nonsense #this undertaking of ralph macchio studies has left me rather traumatized #but still highly recommend 8/10 very enjoyable play with some digging to be done #not with a spoon #a BULLDOZER more like #anyway teddy and jackie and cuba were my favorites #especially the first two <333 #che can get eaten alive by a pack of angry chihuahuas for all i care #fuck you che #FUUUCKKK YOUUUUUU #cuba and his teddy bear

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gettingovershame · 1 year

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Requesting a KyaLin angst fic in which first Kya and then Lin have to process the fact that ACAB.

#I only have ideas but no writing talent #things aren’t Black and White #Kya II is pro-equity for non-benders because Big Bro Bumi #Kya is also a well-travelled doctor so basically a Che Guevara origin story #Meanwhile Lin Beifong is literally a bastard with that GENERATIONAL WEALTH & issues #2.5/4 Nations that founded and built Republic City are institutionally Queerphobic #Anti-Oppressive Praxis #When a Hippie and a Cop fall in love … but it’s not that simple #Linny has a lot to learn #Kya gets to witness the broken system first hand and deal with the complexities that inhibit practical change and police abolition #Systemic Change is slow painful work #kyalin #tlok #tlok fanfic #kya ii headcannons #kya ii #tlok kya #lin beifong #tlok lin

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affogonellamarmellata · 3 months

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#things i don't know at all how to write: sex scenes #things i really want to write: dargen pillow queen #eh cosa chi ha parlato veniva da fuori giuro #le cose che capitano 2024

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partyinthemysterymachine · 1 year

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Hi! Don’t want to bother you and this isn’t an accusation or anything, just wanted to let you know that the OP of the he anti porn quote post you reblogged is a terf!

Sorry for the bother and have a nice day

that sucks, and thank you for the concern, because i understand it. it's no bother!

and i very, very much appreciate that you understand that i reblogged it in good faith, because the issue in the post is important to me.

but i cannot, and will not, vet every single blog i come across. i do not have the time, nor the energy for it every single time.

it is exhausting.

a mutual had reblogged the post. i agreed with the post. i hit reblog - and in good faith.

while my tone is a little formal and curt right now, i want you to understand, anon, that i'm not directly upset at you.

i'm just hoping to make myself clear to anyone who happens to see this, for any other future concerns.

@deadpanwalking put it more bluntly:

if i reblog something, and it just so happens that i did not take the time to scroll possibly endlessly through OP's blog to double-check if OP was "in the clear", please understand.

what i reblog does not necessarily mean that i condone everything OP does.

what i reblog does not necessarily mean that i follow OP.

i reblog in good faith.

i hope you have a nice day too :3c <3

#ches writes #i'm not intending to be mean anon. i hope you understand #thank you for the concerns <3 #i hope that clears things up.

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kalira · 7 months

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Shared Sorrow

Written for @whumptober Day 15! (theme: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.” prompt 2: Suppressed Suffering prompt 3: ‟I’m fine.”)

T; 1.1k Sho/Yi-Che

In the wake of Toshi's death and Kei's abandonment, Sho struggles to hold himself together . . . a simple offer of help undoes the last strands.

#Whumptober2023 #no.15 #“I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.”#Suppressed Suffering #‟I’m fine.”#Moon Child #fic #Sho x Yi-Che #Sho #Yi-Che #grief #Kalira writes #Kalira writes; Moon Child #Kalira writes; Sho x Yi-Che #Shared Sorrow #Whumptober #hair care

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chewriting · 1 year

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My brain is like one of those bingo roller cages, just jostling around the same ideas all day until one decides to pop out at the bottom. Here's that idea.

I want to write a story where Kit and Ty have a sort of secret-ish relationship at fifteen-sixteen but Kit runs away from home, inevitably leaving Ty behind. Many years later and Ty's at the tail end of graduate school, Kit comes back to Los Angeles, just to see Ty again. And Ty has to juggle the life he's built for himself--where's he truly happy--and reuniting with his first love. It'll all be about relearning someone who you once knew so well and deciding if things in the past are best left there.

I don't know, it's fuzzy and barely in reach, but I feel that if it leaves the confines of my own mind maybe I'll have more incentive to actually write it. Who knows, don't get your hopes up.

#I also want to write like a full fledged fae fantasy thing #but it's so big my brain actively tries to repress it #oh well #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #kit x ty #the dark artifices #TDA #the wicked powers #TWP #the shadowhunter chronicles #TSC #che speaks

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harmoonix · 9 months

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☾ Moonlight Astrology Notes ☽

🏝️ ~ La Isla Bonita ~ 🏝️

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🌙 - Mercury aspecting Moon makes the native emotionally intelligent and wise, they know when to talk and how to talk to impress people

🌙 - Lilith aspecting Moon gives intensely powerful vibes, this aspect is intense and magical, you drain people so easily to you

🌙 - Mars aspecting Uranus natives are having so much energy in them, these people could be really good dancers and talented

🌙 - Mars aspecting MC (Midhaven) people will always see you as a competition and will try to compete with you, the reason is that you are so hot that they wanna be inside your skin someone said "Bunch of wannabes that wanna be me, me three if I was you" while I wrote this

🌙 - Cancer/Moon in the 7th house will nurture their relationship so much is otherworldly how much love these people have for their partners

🌙 - Mercury - Saturn aspects can get anxiety while talking and sometimes this anxiety can be more intense if they are harsh aspects

🌙 - Uranus prominent in someone's chart gives "I'm unique bi**ches" they are different than majority of people (in a good way)

🌙 - Uranus at 4°, 16° or 28° degrees might change their home aesthetics a lot

🌙 - People with Moon or Venus in the 4th house often want to make their house the biggest comfort and the palace where they feel safe

🌙 - Sun or Moon/Lilith in the 9th house gives the vibes of an priestess living in her gorgeous temple worshiping their favorite gods (love their placements so much)

🌙 - Moon in 10th house can tend to over-share things that happened to them but without knowing the other person's intentions, be careful of your surroundings

🌙 - Asteroid Hekate (100) aspecting Moon gives the person who can embody witch/enchantress vibes, often because of their positive intuition

🌙 - Jupiter aspecting Neptune are these type of people who feel like a fairytale when you are around them, something is special about them

🌙 - Taurus Venus/Libra Venus aesthetic will be a fairy for sure because they can embody these traits very good their clothes might remind you of a fairy tho

🌙 - Someone with asteroid devota (1328) in their 7th house may be very devoted to their lovers/relationships, these people are very loyal and lovely

🌙 - Scorpio/Aries And Leo Venus always be having jokes that will transform into flirt words, at some point their brain will activate "Flirty Chatty" energy and they will talk in a flirty way 😭

🌙 - Ascendant aspecting asteroid Aphrodite (1388) the meaning is self explanatory, you LOOK ethereal darling, your vibes, your energy your voice.... EVERYTHING

🌙 - Someone with asteroid Pallas (2) and asteroid Juno (3) aspecting eachother might also have this imense loyalty towards their partners (in the right aspects 😭)

🌙 - Cancer Chiron/Cancer Lilith always needs to solve their families karma somehow 😭 like why do they have to be the healers instead of enjoying some good life

🌙 - Venus in the 12th house is mystical, Venus here is has an energy like sleeping beauty she is reaching for love but something seems like it blocks her way (most times these are boundaries)

🌙 - Venus in the 2nd, 5th, and 10th house can have a passion for shopping (aswell if you have Venus in Taurus, Leo or Capricorn)

🌙 - Venus in the 11th house or Venus in Aquarius have the energy of Megara from Hercules (if you didn't see the musical, please do it is enchanting) , they have this vibe of fatality and amor both in the same time

🌙 - Moon in the 8th house/Moon aspecting - Pluto give "Alejandro" vibes by Lady Gaga, so misterious, magic and dark yet iconic

🌙 - is 12:12 when I write this observation and having 12°, 24° degrees in your Venus makes you to be emotional bounded with your partner, you are the type of person who loves so deep

🌙 - JUPITER in the 8th house (DEEPER, DEEPER) has an iconic reputation, you have the life purpose to marry someone rich and to live life at fullest

🌙 - Virgo Moon/6th house Moon love to read/write based on the weather, if is rainy and atmosphere there they would start to read or write

• I choose 3 square placements to write quotes about since squares are the top 1 harsh aspects

🌙 - Sun square Moon quote: What you choose to do? To think with your brain or to feel with your heart? To touch the earth or to feel it inside of you? To think or to feel?

🌙 - Chiron square Moon quote: The wounds are deep but slowly I can heal, pain I don't want to remember, my heart will be still?

🌙 - Saturn square Moon quote: Will they think I'm cold when all I wanted was to feel protected?, Will they judge me for being this distant? All I know is that I don't want to suffer anymore, it was enough

🌙 - Mars at 12°, 24° degrees can mediate when they feel angry or agitated, you have a powerful mind and you can control your anger often if you concentrate enough

🌙 - Asteroid Nefertiti 3199 aspecting ascendant will always radiate royalty vibes (esp if you have Nefertiti in Libra, Leo or Taurus). Is the type of aura you tend to show

🌙 - Nefertiti 3199 aspecting Chiron can show an wounded related to authorities, you don't like when someone control you or tells you what to do and tend to call them out for that

🌙 - Asteroid Nike 307 in the 7th house indicates an victorious relationship, you either your spouse might be well known by the people around and your relationship can get known aswell

🌙 - Nike 307 in Aries/Leo/Libra are just glamorous to have. Because of your confidence, power, your beauty. You have victory written in your destiny bestie, but may tend to have an big ego aswell

🌙 - Asteroid Bless 98291 sextile/trine/conjunct Juno can be blessed with a good relationship/spouse/marriage. If you have this aspect you probably gonna have that type of relationship just like in movies

🌙 - Asteroid Bless 98291 at Scorpio Degrees (8°, 20°) or in the 8th house may have a blessing related to their power and also blessed sexually

🌙 - 18+ Asteroid Lust 4386 in the 2nd house might get too touchy with their partners of having an kink related to it

🌙 - Asteroid Lucifer 1930 aspecting asteroid Juno (3) might have an extremely kinky relationship, like both partners being obsessed with eachother sexually and physically is mind-blowing

🌃 These photos have a vibe of a ~fever dream~ I love it so much, blue hour is underrated and so aesthetic, is also my most favorite time to go out with my babes 🌃

🌃May the moon bless you with her gifts🌃

🌃Hope everyone has a really really great Sunday because Mondays are always gonna be a rough start, (at least for me😭) so enjoy this day at the most🌃

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hey, i wanted to say first that i love ur writing style. Also I wanted to ask (if is not a problem) jade, floyd and leona the prompt “cheek kisses that leave red lipstick stains”

awwww i'm so glad u think so!! i'm not sure if you mean the more silly one or the more serious one but either way i'm very happy 🩷

the reader is gender neutral in essence but they do wear lipstick because it's needed for this fic

jade's is suggestive i suppose????? so watch out for that????

⋆୨୧˚ Jade Leech

"Interesting choice of lipstick. Not in a bad way, of course." Jade commented upon seeing you.

"I bought it yesterday, but I still have something I have to test out." You tried your best to look innocent and nonchalant.

You've had this lipstick for a while actually, but you still haven't tested if it's transfer proof yet. Jade is the perfect candidate to test that out. Atleast in your humble opinion.

"Oh? And what might that be?" he smiled at you.

"You'll see. Like, literally right now." you mirrored his decievingly innocent smile. After you kiss him, his eyes will probably go wide like they always do when he isn't expecting something. Which just so happens to be one of your favourite expressions of his.

You reached your hands out to him and pulled his face close to yours, then pressed a nice, long kiss on his right cheek. You mirrored it on the left one too, of course. Symmetry always looks nice.

Just like you predicted, he made the exact face you envisioned, with slightly pink cheeks as a bonus.

"Oh. I was... certainly not expecting that." he sounded genuinely surprised, smiling happily at you and showcasing his sharp teeth in the process. Knowing Jade, you honestly don't want to know what he thought you were going to do with that lipstick.

"Aw man, it's not transfer proof." you acted slightly dissapointed, but in reality, you couldn't be more glad that it isn't. Hmmm, it kinda feels nice to catch Jade off guard like that. Maybe you should do it more often.

"You don't realise what you've just done, do you?" his smile quickly turns sinister in a way you can't quite put your finger on. It makes you feel all weird, like you're pray getting cornered.

"Done what?" you laughed nervously.

"I do hope that you are good at hiding bite marks." as he said that, he was already grabbing your wrist and dragging you to god knows where.

"Wait... Jade, where are you taking me? Jade?!"

You have a feeling the lipstick might get smudged by the time you're done.

⋆୨୧˚ Floyd Leech

"I don't wanna talk to you..." Floyd sulked, not looking at you.

"He's been like this for the whole day." Normally, Jade would deal with Floyd's bad mood, but he's been causing even more trouble for the Lounge than usual today and was not very willing to be put in a better mood by his brother, so Jade was forced to employ higher forces to help him out. The higher forces being you, of course.

"Right... Actually, I think I might have an idea on how to solve this." You thought of a certain thing you wanted to for a while now but never had the chance to.

"Is that so?" Jade noticed the mischevious smile on your face, amused at whatever you'll come up with.

"Floyd, come with me." You pulled on his collar, sounding confident and serious.

"I told you, I'm not going to talk to you..." he glared at you, trying to push your hand away.

"There's no talking involved." You pulled harder and he finally let up, silently letting you drag him to a quiet corner of the school.

Because he's still in a bad mood, he hasn't looked your way at all. This also means he hasn't noticed the lipstick.

Suddenly, you grab a hold of his face and press a kiss to his lips before he can protest.

"Oh... oooooooh!" His face brightened up and it seems his mood has instantly improved. Floyd's a surprsingly simple guy sometimes, isn't he?

But, you're not done yet.

You pepper kisses on each of his cheeks without letting him say anything at all. He lets out strange but not entirely unwelcome noises while you're busy decorating his cheeks with kiss marks.

"There. Are you in a better mood now? Because the Mostro Lounge needs you." you looked satisfied with your work and so did Floyd when he got a glance of himself in the mirror.

"Ehhhh, do I really have to? I feel like squeezing you, not going to work. Especially not now that I'm all decorated with your kisses." he looked annoyed at the mention of work, wanting nothing more than to smother you with love and bonecrushing hugs right now.

Seems your plan kinda backfired since he became a little too happy and doesn't seem fond of letting you go anytime soon.

⋆୨୧˚ Leona Kingscholar

It is a bit unusual for you to wear such a bright lipstick color. He brushes it off, thinking you were just in the mood for a bright color or something.

Why should he care what color your lips are, anyways? Does not matter at all.

"Leonaaaa.... come here, kitty kitty~" you called him over jokingly and he glared at you in annoyance which only made you snort harder. But he still came over anyways, so you call it a win.

He looked at you, waiting for you to clarify on what you called him over for. Better be worth his time.

You grabbed a hold of the two braids at the front of his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Though it was a short(er) one since your main targets are his cheeks.

You made sure to thoroughly decorate them with kisses, turning his head left and right to inspect your work and make sure the number was about equal.

"You done?" he tries to sound unbothered, but you immediately see through it. He's definitely really happy about it.

"Yeah. You can go back to napping now." you let him go, and he lingered for a moment, no doubt dissapointed that you actually said yes. But since he didn't want to show it, he returned to his napping spot under the tree and you went back to studying in the library.

"Leeeeeoooonaaaa! Are you here again? Professor Crewel is mad at y- What is that on your face?" Ruggie's scolding session was cut short when he noticed the lipstick marks on Leona's face.

"What are you.... Ugh..." turns out Leona kinda forgot about the fact that lipstick usually leaves marks and that his cheeks were full of 'em this whole time. He groans at the realisation.

Though... they might not be that bad if they were made by you.

"Oh my god, stay still. I gotta take a photo of this. I'm sure your family would be happy to know you're doing well in your love life." Ruggie was about to pull out his phone but was stopped by Leona who swiftly grabbed his wrist. Wait, since when was he standing, anyways?

"Jesus, you scare me sometimes..." Ruggie pushes his phone back in his pocket. "Well, do I go get something to clean your face or what?"

Leona hesitates.

"Yeah, yeah."

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