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523rdrebel · 8 months

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Chapter 3 -

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Summary: AU/Canon Divergent - Set after the rescue of Crosshair, Omega, and Tech from Mount Tantis. The Batch settles down on Pabu and are, for the moment, able to hide from the Empire. Crosshair, with much grumbling, is convinced to see one of the local doctors to monitor his recovery. Unfortunately for Crosshair, Dr. Isabella Ramót is a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air - and totally capable of handling his harsh, rough demeanor.

Trigger Warnings - Mention/Allusion to grief and loss. SFW, but mature themes explored. Minors DNI.

Chapter 3:

Hunter observes the scene from afar, his heightened senses zeroing in as his brother’s erratic heart rate slowly begins to calm and regulate alongside Izzy’s steady presence. Well that’s new, he thinks.

“She’s really something special, isn’t she?” Desi, Izzy’s friend, someone Hunter was only tentatively acquainted with, stood a few steps away observing the scene as well.

Hunter chuckles, “My brother is remarkably stubborn. He doesn’t open up easily-” He pauses, reconsidering his words, then sighs, “Izzy seems to have a way with him that I haven’t seen before. Think she’ll teach me?”

“I’m afraid that’s just a part of who she is. Not sure it’s a teachable skill.” Desi laughs, glancing affectionately across the grassy area to where her friend was still sitting.

“You’ve known her for a long time then?”

“Five or six years now. We’ve been together through a lot… After the Empire–” “Well, I’ll just say she’s no stranger to pain and loss.”

“I imagine there aren’t many of us who are anymore.”

A few moments later, Izzy motions for Hunter to assist her getting Crosshair home. It takes some time, in part because of Crosshair’s weakened state and in part because of the surprising height difference between the two of them. Once they arrived at Crosshair’s lodging, a one room flat, with minimal furnishings and a small ‘fresher, they help Crosshair to a plush, if well-used, chair. He tries to hide his wince as he lowers himself down into the seat. Hunter quietly chastises his brother for scaring the kriff out of him and assures him that he’ll assign a watch cycle if he does anything like this again. Crosshair’s only response is to scowl and roll his eyes. Hunter eventually sighs, checking the time on the chrono and saying his goodbyes. He nods his thanks to Izzy before exiting with promises to check in tomorrow.

Crosshair leans back into the chair, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. The sounds of rummaging in his tiny kitchenette draw his attention and he opens his eyes slightly, “What are you doing?”

Bells continues to rummage through his sparse cabinets and refrigeration unit, “Finding something remotely edible, hopefully.”

He was feeling particularly vulnerable after the cliff. She had seen him at his weakest moment, she had sat with him and waited for him to come back, out of the darkness. He could not understand how she seemed so capable of drawing him out of the darkness of his own mind. It irked and irritated, but it also soothed. She burned like a sun - all soothing warmth and burning heat. He was a thunderstorm, rain and wind charged with electricity. “You’ve done enough. Get out.” His voice is gruff and tired, having lost some of its usual bite.

“Tsk- Not a chance.” She smiles, that dangerous brightness, as she places her findings onto the small counter space. “I’m not leaving until you’ve had something acceptable to eat and had enough liquid for your body to process the hydration tablets.” She holds up a small foil packet, gesturing with it as she speaks.

“I’m not a child. I can take care of myself–”

“And on a normal day that would be true. But today, I’m providing you with free room service. Complaints will be noted and promptly ignored.”

“Ugh–You’re worse than Wrecker…”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t,” His voice is deadpan.

Bells responds in kind, a small amused smirk on her lips, “I know.”

She makes a simple meal, a brothy soup with some vegetables and a mild meat and brings him some. He glares at her, but the smell makes his stomach rumble and he cannot deny his hunger any longer. “What? You just going watch me eat?” “No,” she looks away, eyes darting here and there around the room before staring down at the floor. “I didn’t figure you’d appreciate it if I wandered around, snooping.”

“Hmph…” He tries to ignore her presence, tries to ignore the warmth she seemed to radiate. He says flatly, “How nice.”

After a time of mostly comfortable silence, Crosshair finishes his meal and an acceptable amount of liquid. Isabella fishes a few items from her pack and quickly checks his vitals. “The next time you get like that…call me, call someone. Just– you don’t have to be alone with it.”

“You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean, Bells.”

“Tsk- You know I do mean it.”

“Stupid.” He snaps. “You don’t know- You don’t understand. You can’t understand.” He tried to cover the pain behind his words with more anger. Anger was simpler, more familiar. “It’s better that I’m alone.”

“You’re right.” Her brows furrow and she shakes her head, “I don’t understand…I don’t fully know what you’ve been through, and I’m not going to ask you– I don’t need to know, and it doesn’t really matter. All I know is that what happened to you was wrong and I want to be here to help you throw up your middle fingers at the Empire– by living.”

He bristles at her words, they were accurate and he didn’t appreciate how easily she seemed to read him, “I’m not your project, Bells.”

“I know. But you are my patient. And I'm still holding out hope that one day we'll be friends.” After a moment, she hands him the packet of hydration tables which he accepts, rolling his eyes.

He scoffs dismissively, “Don’t hold your breath. Or do.”

Her eyes scan the room, landing briefly on an object in the far corner, her brain sparks an idea that could potentially solve two problems- increasing Crosshair’s motivation to improve and keeping him from isolating himself completely. Despite the short time she’s known him, she finds that she knows he’s worth the risk. She glances sidelong at Crosshair, “How about we change up your exercises a bit?”

“...What did you have in mind?” He drew out the syllables, squinting at her with that suspicious glare.

She crosses the room to stand beside the footlocker that had been nestled into the corner gathering dust. She flashes her bright smile and gestures towards it and arches an eyebrow, “Teach me.”

Crosshair's face goes blank, anger flashing in his eyes, "No."

His anger revealed his hand, exposing the queen - Check. Isabella is patient, almost to a fault, but perhaps it is not time for waiting… perhaps now is the time for a push. She simply crosses her arms and lifts her chin up, she locks eyes with him daring him to deny her.

“You’re not laying a finger on my rifle!” He snarls, leveraging himself out of the chair, despite his lingering weakness and exhaustion. His legs shake, but he ignores them and steps menacingly towards her. There is a battle within him, two sides opposing, pushing against each other but neither gaining ground. His fingers itch to hold his rifle again, to feel the confidence and strength, to feel whole again. But there is a gnawing coldness that eats away at him, that he can’t, that he’s no longer capable, no longer worthy.

Bell’s voice breaks through the storm in his mind, a sunshower in a hurricane, “Think about it, Crosshair-- It will be a way to ease you back into it. You’ll get to work up that muscle memory, and as long as you stay on top of your physical therapy, you’ll be back in the shooting range before you know it!” She crosses her arms, an insufferably confident smirk plastered on her face, “And I‘ll have been taught by the best.”

He snorts, feeling his broken pride like a pool of acid in his gut. He grinds the word with his teeth, “No.”

Not one to be easily deterred, and certain of her path to help her patient, she continues, “I’m not unfamiliar with blasters. I know how to handle a standard rifle, but sniper rifles are more specialized and much less accessible–”

“I said No.” He leans forward into her space, glaring down at her and once again struck by her seemingly endless cheer, “You’re not a soldier. You don’t need to learn.” Adding a little more emphasis attempting finality, “No.”

Instead of backing away, She takes a step forward angling her chin upward, eyes softening slightly, “You need something familiar. Something that is a comfort to you– and your skill with a rifle is as close to an identity as you’ve had until now.”

Her gentle glance sears into him and he takes a step backward, he’s losing ground. He shakes his head, “A rifle is not a toy– it’s not a hobby–”

Her voice is lower, taking on a heavier tone, “I know.” Bells’s face flashes with guilt, anger, and fear, then finally fierce determination. “You’ve seen what’s out there. And so have I. I know what happens to places like Pabu– to people like me when the Empire finds them. If they come here, I won’t go down without a fight.”

He watches the emotions playing across her face. Guilt and anger, now those are emotions he knows what to do with. They are as familiar to him as close friends and he feels a tugging pull in his chest, a connection. Before his mind has caught up to him, he's already spoken, a low growled “Fine–”

“Really!?” She’s staring at him with a bright expression- victory.

He panics, once again thrown off balance by his own acquiescence to her. He scrambles for a way out, "I'll do it on one condition."

She rolls her eyes and snarks playfully, "Of course– Can’t make things easy, it might kill you."

"Stop interrupting-” He watches as she mimes locking her lips and lets out an exasperated sigh, “You have to convince me you can handle a blaster. I'm not going to waste my time if you don't know the first thing about them. If you're good enough- I'll teach you."

"Ah, but how do I know you won't just say I'm trash, so you don't have to keep your end of the bargain?"

Crosshair smiled again, it was his turn to push forward, taking ground, “Afraid you're not good enough?" He clicks his tongue, "If you're not up to the challenge–"

"Fine. It's a deal."

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dangraccoon · 1 year

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Oyuba'din - Chapter 11: Terror

Original Character x The Bad Batch

Summary: Jaine is awakened in the middle of the night to help a squadmate. Hunter has a conversation with her.

Warnings: references to The Clone Wars Season 3, Episode 19 "Counterattack", nightmares/night terrors, overprotective brother,

Author's Note: y'all don't come at me for Hunter in this; he's worried about his brothers and instead of having a rational conversation with the woman his brothers and him are falling in love with, he gets mad [him: >:( ]

Mando'a key: Mesh'la = beautiful

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A light knock woke Jaine from her deep slumber. Rolling over to glance at her chrono, it hadn’t been long since she had gone back to sleep. However if it was duty calling, she needed to answer.

The door slid open to a worried Hunter.

“Hunter?” she asked cautiously. “What’s wrong?”

“Echo,” he breathed. “Another nightmare. It’s bad this time. You’re the only one who can calm him down.”

Jaine nodded as she raced to Echo’s bunk.

Echo was shouting something about fire and last chances, looking around frantically, and if Jaine didn’t know better, she might have believed his violent trembling to be a seizure. Crosshair sat next to a very sleepy-looking Tech, both with concern plastered across their expressions. Wrecker sat on the edge of his brother’s bunk, shaking his shoulders slightly.

“It’s okay, Echo,” he tried to say soothingly. “Just a dream.”

Echo began thrashing, smacking Wrecker across the face with his scomp, who then recoiled a little.

“Stop touching him,” Jaine ordered as she came to Echo’s side. Wrecker backed off, allowing her access to the increasingly violent episode Echo was experiencing.

The human-like part of her longed to comfort him, place his head on her lap and lull him back to sleep, but her medic training always overruled her heart.

“Echo, it’s okay, sweetheart,” she spoke softly. “I know that it’s scary, but it’s all going to be okay. I’m here with you, alright? I’m not going anywhere and we’re going to be fine.”

She kept spewing her comforting words, eventually transitioning to a lullaby her father used to sing to her. It seemed to be working, Echo was no longer thrashing violently, and only trembling. He wasn’t screaming anymore, which was a great relief to Hunter, who watched the medic with an awestruck expression.

Just as Jaine was finishing her song, Echo’s eyes fluttered shut and stayed shut. The rest of the crew let out a relieved breath.

“Has it ever been this bad?” Jaine asked, looking among the four other clones.

“He’s had nightmares, and pretty often,” Hunter explained. “But never like this.”

Jaine nodded sadly. “I’ll have to talk with him in the morning. For now, we should all try and get some rest.”

Everyone else moved to resume their places in bed, Crosshair pushing Tech - who between Jaine’s tea and melody, was nearly unconscious on his brother’s shoulder - onto his bunk. Hunter watched as Jaine made no motion to move, simply tucking Echo back under his blanket.

“You should get some rest, too,” he whispered as Wrecker’s snores started up.

“Thanks, Hunter, for coming to get me,” she said, ignoring his suggestion.

His brows knit together, but ultimately decided to let it go, falling asleep to the rhythms of five heartbeats instead of the usual four.

Jaine listened carefully to Hunter, hoping to be able to tell when he fell asleep. Once she was fairly sure he had, she sighed.

Echo seemed to be sleeping soundly now, but Jaine wasn’t sure it was restful. She isn’t sure how long she sits there, watching over him diligently. Minutes, maybe a few hours pass, and Echo stirs a little.

“Runi?” he murmured. “Come back to bed, mesh’la.” Echo opened his arms, patting the bed next to him as he moved to make room for her.

“Echo,” she started.

“C’mon,” he practically begged.

Jaine sighed a little before laying down facing Echo. He hummed contently, wrapping his arm over her side.

“Love you, Runi,” he whispered, kissing her forehead softly.

Natural light was filtering through from the cockpit’s viewport, marking the arrival of a new day. Jaine’s eyes fluttered open, vaguely startled by the presence of Echo in her bed. Wait, this place smelled significantly more akin to that of the boys’ bunks, not her clean and tidy medbay.

The night terror, she remembered.

Echo’s eyes didn’t open, even as she shifted a little. Metal met flesh as their legs were tangled together under the blanket.

“Echo?” she murmured. No response. She sighed.

She started trying to free herself from Echo’s tender grasp, but he only shifted a little and tightened his grip around her waist.

“Hunter?” she whispered, praying that he was awake and his sensitive ears could pick up her pleas. “Hunter, I could use some help.”

“Heh. Tough luck,” he chuckled from behind her. “Never seen him sleep this well.”

“Hunter, this isn’t funny,” she glared over her shoulder.

“Seems pretty funny to me.” Hunter began to walk away, making his way through the ship.

“Get back here and help untangle me from your brother or so help me gods-” she began to threaten, but she was cut off by Echo’s shifting.

“Morning, mesh’la,” he hummed, a smile spreading across his face, but his eyes not opening.

“Echo,” she said, and the smile began to disappear. His eyes squinted open and he nearly jumped out of his skin, sending Jaine tumbling to the floor.

“Jaine- kriff, are you okay?”

“Probably a little bruised, but none the worse for wear,” she winced as she shifted her leg a little.

“What…happened?” Echo asked, carefully reading her expression.

“You had a night terror last night. A bad one; scared the boys. Hunter came and got me. I was trying to keep an eye over you for the rest of the night, but then you asked me to cuddle with you an-”

“I what?” he asked, shaking his head a little.

Jaine shifted uncomfortably as she moved to sit on the edge of his bunk once more.

“I’m sorry, Echo, you were insistent. I think…I think you thought I was someone else.”

Echo blinked a few times before his eyes went wide with realization. “Oh, maker. Jaine, I- I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Echo,” she said, resting her hand on his arm. “Who’s Runi?”

Echo’s eyes shut tightly. He was on the verge of tears, but he didn’t want Jaine to deal with him like that. She’d already put up with him enough.

“She was a…a friend,” he breathed, a gentle blush blooming up from his chest, and painting his cheeks a little darker than they typically were.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to talk about this. I’d love to hear more about her, but only if you want to tell me,” Jaine assured him, squeezing light pressure on his arm.

He nodded simply, willing the memories back to where he’d kept them hidden all this time.

“I’m going to go get a cup of caf, would you like some?”

He nodded again, and Jaine slowly left the bunk, hearing his drawn out sigh as she walked away.

Jaine sat at the galley table, quietly sipping from her mug.

Echo, across from her, and Tech, next to her weren’t especially chatty either.

Hunter, having just gone back to wake Crosshair and Wrecker, walked into the silent room, eyeing the three of them suspiciously.

“You all alright?” he muttered.

Tech and Echo both affirmed much more quickly than she would have suspected, but Jaine stayed quiet, only raising her brows.

“Jaine? A word?” Hunter said, tilting his head towards the cockpit.

She followed behind him, shooting concerned glances at Echo and Tech, who didn’t look up.

The door slid closed as Hunter stood in front of it. She looked up at him from the co-pilot’s seat. He looked irritated, probably more so than she had seen him recently.

“Hunter, are you having one of your migraines again? I can go get-”

“That’s not important,” he interjected, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I want to know why you’ve got three of my men wrapped around your finger.”

Jaine blinked at him in disbelief, rising from the seat. “Why I’ve got-” she scoffed. “Hunter, what are you talking about?”

“First Crosshair, now you’ve got Tech and Echo’s hearts pounding just sitting there? Is Wrecker next?”

“Please, Hunter, I don’t under-”

“You don’t understand?” he sneered. “Aren’t you supposed to be a medic? You don’t know love sickness when you see it?”

Jaine scowled at him. “I don’t know what you think is going on but I never-”

“What about Tech last night, hm? I’ve known him all my life and I’ve never seen him sleep more than an hour or two at a time. Last night he came out of your door and slept the whole night through.”

“He came to me. I gave him some tea to help him sleep,” she bristled. “I wasn’t aware you required medical reports now.”

Hunter chuckled mirthlessly, looking away from her. “You’re not going to be here forever. You’re going to get every one of them hanging on every word and then when you leave you’ll take their hearts with you. What am I supposed to do with them then?”

Jaine recoiled. “I have no control over the feelings of others. I am here to serve with all of you, as your medic and your friend. If you want me gone, fine. Drop me off at the next base if you truly think so little of me,” she spat, brushing past him and out of the cockpit.

She ignored the knock at the medbay door, focusing on restocking the cabinets.

“Jaine,” Echo’s voice called from the door. “Please, at least let one of us in.”

She took a deep breath. Willing herself to continue ignoring him.

“Open the door, Vale, or I’ll have Wrecker dislocate my other shoulder,” Crosshair threatened.

She sighed. Jango Fett must be one stubborn son of a bitch, she cursed to herself as she stepped to the door, sliding it open.

“You can come in just- I’m trying to work, so just sit quietly or something.”

Echo remained standing, while Crosshair leaned against the exam table, watching her as she went back to stocking the shelves.

“Yeah, you look really busy,” Crosshair smirked.

Jaine answered without turning around. “Strike one.”

She went about her tasks, stocking, checking expiration dates, inputting the inventory into her data pad. It was obvious to everyone that she was upset, she opened and closed the cabinets harshly and smacked the side of her data pad when it wouldn’t load.

“Jaine,” Echo ventured cautiously. “Are you okay?”

“Strike two, Echo.”

“Kriff, woman, can’t you see we just want to see if you’re okay?” Crosshair protested, his voice surprisingly soft.

Tears of frustration were threatening to spill over her eyes. She couldn’t let them deal with that right now.

“Three strikes,” she announced, pointing to the door. “Out, both of you.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Echo assured her. She could practically hear the concerned expression on his face.

“Fine, then I am,” she huffed, taking her data pad and swiftly leaving the room, ignoring the protests from Echo and string of frustrated curse words from Crosshair. She made her way to the cockpit where she was unsurprised to find Tech, fiddling with some kind of machinery.

“I swear to the gods that I will sit here quietly if you do the same,” she basically begged.

Tech stared at her, wide eyed, but simply nodded. Instead of taking the co-pilot's chair, she opted for sitting on the floor, her back against the wall.

A moment later she heard footsteps approaching, stopping before reaching the door.

“Tech,” Crosshair grunted. “Have you seen Jaine?”

Tech turned his head, as though to look over his shoulder at his brother, but caught Jaine’s eye instead. She frantically shook her head.

“I have not. I am sure she is around somewhere,” he replied. “It would be rather difficult to leave the ship as we are currently traveling through hyperspace.”

She heard Crosshair sigh, but ultimately leave.

“Thank you,” she whispered to Tech, who nodded.

“You do not need to thank me,” he said. “I understand the value of having time to oneself.”

“I’m not intruding, am I?” she worried.

Tech seemed to consider this for a moment. “While I was enjoying working in solitude, it does not impact me enough for you to also be here.”

Jaine couldn’t figure out why, but his words stung her a little.

“If you do not mind my asking, what is it you are working on?” he asked a moment later.

“Oh, I’m just getting in contact with an old friend,” she admitted, leaving out the details that could clue him into her earlier conversation with Hunter. “He’s going to help me the next time we stop at one of the GAR bases.”

“Is a base necessary for what you require assistance with? Perhaps I can be of help,” he said, setting down his device.

“Thank you, Tech,” she smiled sadly. “It’s not really a portable problem.”

“I see,” he noted, was that a hint of disappointment in his voice? “If you are in need of assistance I can provide, do let me know.”

Thankful for his general lack of eye contact, she let a few tears fall.

“I think I’m going to go rest up in the medbay for a little while,” she told him, hoping that her emotions weren’t coming through in her voice.

“That is likely a good idea,” Tech agreed. “We should be arriving at Coruscant in about two days.”

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A short one-shot story about “Our favorite clones of Clone Force 99 enter their golden years.”

If you are sad about a particular season 2 finale, this is how I had always seen the end of their story.

I’ve updated and cleaned this up a bit. I was so sad when I originally posted that I wasn’t so clear headed. This is a bit better...but I am kinda lazy with my writing.

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I’ve feeling about making a fanfiction about a woman getting thrown into the hobbit trying to find her husband but also since it’s been so long maybe finding a new love? Let me know what you think!

I don’t own the hobbit this is merely fanfiction!

Thorin x OC

Emily fell into this world and her husband from her world fell in with her from what she thought, but she hasn’t been able to find him. See Emily had just married her best friend Mark but as they hiking up a mountain for a date they both fell into a cavern and it was lights out. When Emily awoke she was alone in a green field with small homes around her. The sun was high and it was the most beautiful place she’d even seen. Emily was wearing dark black jeans with combat boots, a burgundy hoodie, a thin rain jacket and a baseball cap. She had her old phone but that only lasted a day with her battery dying and she had her wallet with some photos of her family. She wondered for a bit before she found a green door. When she knocked on the door a little man name Bilbo Baggins opened the door. To say she was shocked was an understatement. She quickly realized she was in one of her favorite books. And as much fan-fiction as she read she thought she was going to save the line of Durin but…. Bilbo had just turned 57…. Meaning she had three years before the quest even started! Plus the fact she wanted to try to find Mark so she wouldn’t do it alone! But she had no means of travel, money or anything when she landed in the Shire besides the clothes on her back.

Her and Bilbo quickly made friends and he offered a room in BagEnd so she could get a footing. Within those three years she was gifted quite a nice bow set from Bilbo from Bree because she said she was an expert hunter which she was! Back in her world she often went hunting with her father or husband! She helped provide meat and get rid of a pack of wolves from BagEnd! Emily was quite helpful within the Hobbiton community. And it helped her make money for traveling or clothes. She first got five pairs of blue, a couple white cotton shirts, new boots, a traveling pack, arrows, a cloak with a hood made rain resistant. Now even though Emily and Bilbo were friends she kept her secret, never telling him her knowledge of what has yet to come, she wanted to meet with Gandalf and find her husband to return home…. If her husband is even in Middle Earth. She always wondered if Mark was here, alive or thought about her…. But she didn’t know.

All she knew was today was the day. It was Bilbos 60th birthday! Meaning Gandalf should be by today to inquisit some ideas to Bilbo.

She chuckled to herself not believing she been able to witness this world for three years, it went by so fast and now it’s almost time. Her arms ached with the want of going home and her head felt light. She was ready. As she was gathering rabbits for a stew Bilbo wanted she thought maybe I should have gotten more…for the company but she decided against it. This has to happened naturally well until Gandalf tells her to do soemthing.

It was afternoon by the time Emily left to go hunting and now it was dark, she should be able to see the mark and hopefully hear everyone’s voices or make it just after Balin.

She made her way through the quiet Hobbit town looking around she felt sad, she made a small but comfort life here. Made friends and helped more than she could have imagined. To be getting ready to leave left a small hole in her heart. Putting up her gloved finger to her eye Emily wiped off a small tear that threatened to fall. Chuckling to herself she couldn’t believe how attached she got. As she got closer to BagEnd she could hear Bilbo berating the pack of dwarves for pillaging the pantry.

Breathing in a deep of air, Emily had her hand on the door handle ready to start, and go back to her home. The door opened and the soft glow of lanterns lit the room and onto her face.

This is it. The adventure. The hope. Emily was ready. She would not fail saving the love of Durin, finding her husband and going home.

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Plan 99 - Short one-shot fic from Tech's perspective. I wanted to show the thoughts that must have been running through his mind as he fell. The love he has for his family. The peace he has in his decision. (from the season finale of TBB season 2)

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Coming soon: Compass and the North Star (long-form fill in the gaps of TBB season 2, focused on Rex and Echo's efforts to free their clone brothers).

Be There - I had to fill in a couple of moments that we didn’t get in S3 E4 - A Different Approach. Hunter and Crosshair's perspectives on trying to find/escaping with Omega and their impending reunion.

Collaborations:

🔥 Sharp Edges - (with @spicy-clones) (ALL of the spiciness, minors do NOT read!)

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Coming soon: Pabu Wedding (with @drafthorsemath)

Inspired by other fics:

The Adventures of Gonky the Cat - Slight spoiler, Gonky is a cat in the modern AU fic Roasted, Brewed, & Served with Attitude (see description below), and I decided to write his backstory/fill in some of his adventures. This is a WIP, currently there are no spoilers in it, but eventually there will be some chapters that give spoilers for later in the story (and will be noted as such).

Gemini Eyes - This one shot fits in as a chapter in between chapters 85 and 87 of Roasted, Brewed, & Served with Attitude (see description below). DO NOT read it unless you have made it that far in Mel's work, otherwise you will have pretty significant spoilers. I had a lot of fun working with Mel's versions of each character, and it's always a joy to write Tech's thought processes and mannerisms.

Fic Recs

Roasted, Brewed, & Served with Attitude - by MelMorganne99 over on AO3. It's a clever, emotional, modern AU with Crosshair x OC (and one of the best OC characters I've ever read). This fic helped me understand and appreciate the nuances of Crosshair's personality and emotional journey, and has given me endless writing inspiration. And the author is one of the kindest, most engaging people I've ever met online. Please, please, please do yourself a favor and read it. There are 99 chapters but they're on the short side and full of snarky humor and sometimes surprising cameos. This is a full blown fix it fic too, although not always in the ways you might expect!

The Vacation - by @staycalmandhugaclone is one of the best Crosshair fics (and smut fics in general) I've ever read. The writing style haunts me and both Crosshair and the OC are beautifully characterized.

More will be tagged soon!

Show/Character Analyses & Edits

The Bad Batch

🤔 Know Your Showrunners

🤔 + 📷 Phee and the Bad Batch

🤔 + 📷 Why Mayday is a Mirror of Rex (How Crosshair Predicted His Own Redemption Arc) + an excellent comment addition.

🤔 + 📷 There is Something to be Said for Freedom (Crosshair in The Tipping Point)

🤔 + 📷 Fennec season 3 TBB Predictions

🤔 They Don't Know

🤔 + 📷 Project Necromancer

🤔 + 📷 Tech and Crosshair Parallels

📷 Hunter and Wrecker

📷 Omega Smiling at Crosshair

📷 Separate / Together

🤔 Thoughts on Crosshair's Hand Tremor

🤔 + 📷 Crosshair's Choice

🤔 There is No "We"

🤔 Crosshair Sighs

📷 Recognition

🤔 + 📷 Omega Is Not Okay

📷 Get Up Here

📷 Return to The Outpost - Images Part 1 | Part 2

🤔 + 📷 Full Circle - The Return to The Outpost

📷 Crosshair Portraits

Star Wars (general)

📷 Huyang and Tech

🤔 The Force - Part 1 and Part 2

🤔 + 📷 Project Necromancer

Ahsoka

📷 Life and Death (Ahsoka series ep 5 + Tales of the Jedi ep 1)

📷 They Reflect Each Other (Ahsoka and Anakin as master and padawan, Ahsoka series ep 5)

🫣 + 🤔 Ahsoka’s Choice (Ahsoka series ep 5)

🤔 The Face of War (Ahsoka series ep 5)

📷 Red and Blue (Ahsoka series ep 5)

📷 Anakin’s Clone Wars Robes (Ahsoka series ep 5)

Ahsoka’s Direction (Ahsoka series ep 5)

Mandalorian

The Protector (Satine, Bo, & Din as rulers of Mandalore) + excellent comment additions

Episode Reactions

Ahsoka Series: Episode 1 | Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4

The Bad Batch (Season 3): Episodes 1-3 | Episode 4 | Episode 6 | Episode 7

Headcanons

Hardcase

Wolffe

Crosshair

Tech

Cody

Jesse and Hunter

Random Musings

Psychometry (Ahsoka)

Hunter and Obi-Wan: Similarities

About Me/Tag Games

15 Questions

TBB Asks Game 1

TBB Asks Game 2

TBB Asks Game 3

TBB Asks Game 4

#lightwisemasterlist #lightwise masterlist #masterlist #my fics #fan fiction #headcanons #long analyses #analysis #somelightramblings #some light ramblings #some light edits #somelightedits #lightwise writes #lightwisewrites

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imavillainok · 1 year

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Introducing my new Feitan and Psyche (OC) fanfiction: Crimson Bound !

Feitan, a member of the Phantom Troupe, finds a mysterious young girl named Psyche and takes her in. From a young age, Feitan learned to fend for himself on the streets, while Psyche's mysterious past left her struggling to fit in with the group. Despite her lack of communication, the Troupe sees something special in her and accepts her as one of their own. As they grow up together, Feitan and Psyche develop a close bond and navigate the dangerous world of the Troupe.

I've had so much fun writing this fanfiction, and I hope that you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I've included a banner below to give you a visual representation of Feitan and Psyche, and I would love to hear your thoughts and feedback!

For those who are interested in reading the full fanfiction, you can find it here [Crimson Bound]. I hope you enjoy reading it, and I can't wait to hear what you all think! I will post it here on tumblr as well

CLICK HERE TO READ IT ON TUMBLR !

Please note that Feitan will speak just like in the manga. He talks different in this story. Just like the "I no like Hisoka" "Why you not chase them?" kind.

It's been a while since I first created Psyche, my own original character for the world of Hunter x Hunter. I remember reading a lot of reader insert stories and tried to visualize a character to use for Y/N. I started using picrew to imagine what character would I want it to look like, trying to come up with a character that would make me smile. And that's how Psyche was born.

At first, she was just a silly girl with blue hair and a mysterious aura. But as I kept commissioning drawings for her and writing short scenes about her, she started to take on a life of her own. I imagined her as a member of the Phantom Troupe, with a tragic backstory and incredible powers. She's not just a character with no life.

I started sharing the drawings and scenes with other fans of Hunter x Hunter way back 2021 on my old tumblr blog, and to my surprise, people really seemed to like Psyche. I received messages of encouragement and support, and even some fanart from other artists who were inspired by her story. Even my irl friends like her, sometimes they ask for more stories about her and what is she like. It was amazing to see how this character existed in another person's life.

As I delved deeper into the lore and fandom of Hunter x Hunter, I began to imagine a story for Psyche, one that would explore her origins, her abilities, and her relationships with Feitan and other members of the Phantom Troupe. I wrote short scenes, commissioned artworks, and shared them on social media, hoping to find other fans who shared my fascination with this elusive character.

Over time, Psyche became more than just a fictional character to me. She became a source of inspiration. As I wrote and drew more about her, I realized that I was also creating a version of myself, a persona that embodied the qualities I wanted to have or express in my life but couldn't. This might also be a case for some people out there. I am a silent, reserved and shy person, quite the opposite of who Psyche is.

Of course, Psyche is not a perfect or happy character. She has gone through many hardships and traumas, both as a creature from a dangerous continent and as a member of a ruthless gang. She has struggled with communication, identity, and loyalty, as well as with her own powers and desires. Yet, I see in her a potential for growth, for self-discovery, and for making a difference in the world, even if it's a dark and chaotic one.

Now, years later, I still think about Psyche from time to time. Even though she's not a canon character, she has a special place in my heart. She's And I hope that one day, I'll be able to tell her story in a way that does justice to her strength and complexity.

I am grateful for the creators of Hunter x Hunter for introducing me to Psyche, and for the people who share my admiration for her.

So here's to Psyche, my silly little girl. Thank you for being a source of inspiration and comfort all these years.

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apocalyp-tech-a · 1 month

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An Unusual Alliance excerpt:

“Do you see them?” Tech asked.

“Yes. There are two different ones that we did not see before, cybernetic enhancements.”

“Yes, Haxion Brood syndicate, but the female Rodian we saw last time seems to be closing in on us first.” Tech ushered Layna down the main road, walking the traffic side with his hand behind her back.

Layna threw her head back in laughter so she could peak behind them. “She has her weapon drawn, she is hurrying toward us.”

Tech now grabbed Layna's arm and pulled her down a side street and they broke in to a run. A blaster shot sparked against the wall where they had just hurried past. Tech unholstered his blaster and shot behind them, motioning to Layna to take the lead ahead of him. The blue toned Rodian ducked behind a garbage drum, but was soon on their trail again. At the end of the alley between the buildings, Layna stopped. A small metal ball hovered slowly in midair and spun to a stop, its tiny red lights blinking very quickly signaling that it was about to go off before Tech and Layna could find proper cover.

Tech's protective instincts kicked in and he shielded Layna bodily as an enormous shockwave from the Haxion Brood repulsor grenade knocked them both backwards off their feet. Layna's ears rang as she shook her head, trying to recover from the blast. Tech seemed to do the same, but a little quicker as he was already up and started shooting with one hand as he pulled Layna up by her bicep with the other. A Haxion cyborg appeared at the end of the alleyway with blaster rifle in his half metal half flesh hands, his long black duster swaying around two metal legs. Layna grabbed Tech's other blaster from its holster and started shooting as well, walking backwards, stepping over the Rodian who was behind them and had been knocked unconscious from the repulsor shockwave grenade.

Unlike the Rodian, this bounty hunter was shooting round blue rings at them. Stun bolts. The Haxion Brood syndicate wanted them alive for the larger bounty.

*Imagine my excitement when I heard a Haxion Brood mention in Episode 8 because they play a very small part in my Tech x OC fan fiction An Unusual Alliance as you can see in the excerpt. Here's the link if anyone wants to give it a chance hopefully:

#tbb spoilers #an unusual alliance #aelfwynn on ao3 #tech x oc #haxion brood #tech the bad batch #layna xenton #star wars #the bad batch #fan fiction #tech x layna #ao3 #fanfic #self rec

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evalolxo · 10 months

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Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 5

summary - two wrestlers are put in a storyline and it quickly becomes real.

warnings - getting caught (gasp), mentions of sex, kissing, swearing

word count - 1.3k

kat's pov

"hey" i smiled brightly at the rest of evolution and randy smirked and quickly threw an arm around me, randy and i had made multiple sex tapes last night after the first and i could tell he wanted everyone to know he was mine.

he pulled his phone out his pocket and showed me his lock screen and it was me between his thighs in my underwear making me quickly shut his phone off in a panic making him laugh.

"i don't plan on showing anyone anything of what's mine don't worry baby" he whispered into my ear and i nodded at him before he kissed my head and evolution were all looking at already done with our shit.

randy and i never made anything official last night, i'm guessing it was a one night thing.

luckily neither of us had a match tonight but we were here supporting batista who did, luckily or all my hickies would've shown.

we walked into catering and i noticed mark sitting all alone and excused myself from my faction to sit with him, many people looked at me like i was crazy to sit next to the deadman.

"hey kid" he spoke as i sat down and i smiled at him.

"hi, you looked lonely" i told him as i crossed my legs and he smiled a little making everyone in the rooms eyes widen.

"sitting with the deadman, brave choice" he joked and i rolled my eyes and he laughed making everyone even more shcoked.

"you excited to stand ringside and sabotage?" he asked me and i turned to him smiling and nodded.

"yeah it'll be me and randy ringside" i told him and bit my lip smiling at the sound of his name coming out my mouth.

"oh hell no, what the fuck was that?" mark asked me seriously now crossing his arms and i turned to him confused at what he meant.

"that little lip bite smile, don't tell me you and orton have something going on besides this little storyline" mark told me glaring at me and i had to bit my lip to stop myself smiling before i shook my head.

"of course not" i stated acting all shock that he'd even think of assuming that, even though it was very true.

"better not, he's not good enough for my little girl" mark stated and my heart warmed at the fact he still considered me a daughter.

time skip

all of evolution were in the ring celebrating batistas win when randy turned to me and picked me up with his arms and swung me around making me laugh loudly.

he then kissed my cheek as he put me back down making me giggle and push his shoulder teasingly to which he raised an eyebrow at.

ric and hunter had batistas hands in the air and i came up behind batista hugging his side showing my support while randy just smirked at batista who nodded back to randy.

we began to walk back out and randy intertwined our fingers and kissed the back of my hand making me shyly smile as he smirked cockily down at me.

as soon as we got backstage hunter gave batista his congratulations before coming over to me and randy.

"you two are doing great, fans are already talking about it on the internet, keep it up" he told us putting his thumbs up and i nodded excitingly at him while randy just threw an arm over my shoulder smugly.

"it's what we do best" randy stated and i slapped his chest making him say ow dramatically before leaning back slightly making me drag him back closer to me.

he kissed the side of my head and stayed looking down at me while i turned to hunter who was looking at us with an obvious glare and i shook my head while smiling a little.

"you guys are lying about something here" hunter stated making everyone turn to us, i tried to take a step away from randy but he just pulled me back even closer.

"there is nothing going on between us at all" randy spoke with a sarcastic tone and i rolled my eyes and pulled away from randy but kept our hands intertwined.

"i'm going to go to the locker room" i told them unlinking my hand with randy and walked away, but as soon as i made it to my locker room i felt someone shove me in.

i turned around angrily but then i calmed down instantly when i seen it was randy.

"you fucking scared me randy" i chuckled while shoving him to which he pulled me back and pulled me back into a kiss.

i instantly kissed him back and his hands travelled to my waist pulling me way closer to his body and i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and started playing with the hair on the back of his neck making him shudder into the kiss.

his tongue slipped through into my mouth unexpectedly making me let out a breath and he smirked before quickly grabbing my ass and pulled me closer.

"well well well" we heard and i pulled away and looked at the door while randy just looked to the roof annoyed his hands not leaving my ass.

we turned to see trish stratus and i smiled upon seeing her and pulled away fully from randy and went over to her hugging her.

she hugged me back and when we pulled away she put her hands on her hips and looked between randy and i.

randy came up behind me and wrapped his arms round my waist and rested his head on top of my head and looked down at trish unimpressed that she had interrupted us.

"we're not dating" i clarified and she raised an eyebrow at me while randy huffed quietly but i could feel his chest let out a huff.

"yet" randy added smirking even though i couldn't see him i knew he was smirking.

"so is this your guys' dirty little secret?" she asked closing the door behind her so no one could hear her talking about it.

"a little yeah, but we fucked last night and-"

i cut randy off by elbowing his ribs making him double over in pain while groaning.

"you will be telling me all the details later on" trish told me and i smiled and nodded while biting my lip while randy was still groaning in pain.

"there's multiple videos" randy managed to tell her in a pained voice making me turn to him again shocked and trish burst out laughing making me roll my eyes at the two of them.

"that you will not be seeing!" i stated to trish and randy stood back up and grabbed my head gently shoving it making me stumble and i giggled.

"stop doing that!" i giggled and he pulled me closer and kissed me softly before pulling back.

"i'm still here guys" trish stated her hands still on her hips and randy turned to her annoyed.

"then leave" he stated and i smacked his chest disapprovingly and randy rolled his eyes and trish crossed her arms annoyed before sending me a smile and sending randy a middle finger before leaving and closing the door.

"i thought she'd never leave" randy stated before leaning in to kiss me but i gave him a dirty glare making him furrow his eyebrows.

"what?" he asked me furrowing his eyebrows putting his hands on my hair petting it softly.

"don't be rude to trish" i told him and he smirked and rolled his eyes before kissing my forehead which made me smile a little.

"i'm sorry, i won't next time darling" he told me and kissed me softly and i immediately gave in and kissed him back to which he smirked on my lips.

#randy orton #randy orton imagine #randy orton x y/n #the legend killer #the viper #randy orton x oc

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nanamismoonchild · 2 years

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→chapter 2: taking ass and kicking names

→ pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon

→ genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.

→ chapter summary: A little looksy loo at the Facility, a brief mention of afternoon’s past, and maybe some ass-kicking

→ rating: 18+

→wc: 5.7k

→warnings: mention of torture, mention of death, misuse of authority, sword-fighting, mention of bruising, please let me know if i missed something

→ author’s note: thank you to @hesperantha for betaing for me. please. im going to hire you, you made this chapter so much better. I’ve seen a bunch of people do this but this fic relies heavily on comments and asks!

if you would like to be tagged for this fic, please send an ask or comment below! Or you know, dig a tunnel into my home.

The file weighed heavy in her hands, shaking more as each second passed while she thought about her answer. Saying no would cause problems.

Insubordination was an automatic expulsion from the Facility. Chief could easily report Afternoon as a rogue agent and the higher ups within the Facility couldn’t care less about what happened to Afternoon or any individual agent. They wouldn’t send her to Disturbia but they would send her back into the unruly streets of Plais. It would only be a matter of time before she was caught by them.

Saying yes was the easiest choice and the safest. It would ensure she continued to be the hunter, not the hunted.. If she said yes, she could have time to plan everything and have the resources of the Facility on her side. Her team would give her the motivation that was needed to infiltrate Disturbia and save their two friends. She’d need it.

She knew Chief would force her to carry out this mission one way or another. Whether it was by force or by choice, Afternoon would have to go. The will to save people that weren’t just part of her team but her friends was overwhelming.

Afternoon took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling heavily. it. Her team waited in anticipation for her answer. Chief sat behind her desk, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. She knew what Afternoon’s answer was going to be.

“Yes,” Afternoon finally said flatly. She heard her teammates’ collective gasp.

“Good, you’ll leave-”

“When I say so,” interrupted Afternoon. She met Chief’s gaze, shoulders back, and hoped her voice wouldn’t tremble. “Sending me into Disturbia is one thing, but sending me in there with no preparation will only get me killed. And then neither of us will be able to save Lilith and Marigold.”

Chief’s eyes flashed, and Afternoon thought she saw a hint of a crimson around her irises. Must’ve been her imagination.

“Afternoon, this mission requires you to take immediate action. How long are you saying you need to prepare?”

“Long enough to make sure I do the job right. Lilith and Marigold are capable of keeping themselves alive for a couple of weeks.”

“You get three days, Afternoon.”

“A week.”

“Five days.”

“Two weeks.”

Aliah pinched her team leader as she saw Chief’s hands twitch. “Afternoon will take five days! And only inquire about more if she needs it.”

Afternoon nodded in thanks to her co-captain.

Chief folded her arms across her chest and was silent. The only sound in the room was the steady hum of the fan in the corner of the room near the window.

Afternoon glanced out the window at the purples and oranges painted across the sky. The sunset usually made her happy--a signifier that she had survived the day and gave her hope that she would survive the next as well. This time, though, she couldn't ignore the growing dread in the pit of her belly.

“Five days it is,” Chief finally stated. “No more and no less. You have full use of the resources that the Facility has. Money, weapons, food. It is all at your beck and call.”

“That was the plan anyway. You didn’t think I was going to hell on Earth with the clothes on my back did you?”

“That’s how Lilith and Marigold went. So why not you?”

“They were captured with their equipment. I know for certain that their gear wasn’t taken away. Disturbia wouldn’t be what it is if no one had protection.”

Chief swore under her breath, but backed down. “Your main goal is to bring my girls back. I don’t care if you escape or not. If they come back alive and tell me,you sacrificed yourself for them, I’d dance on your grave.”

Afternoon's hand seemed to raise of its own accord. Unbidden, the folder flew through the air toward Chief's head. The important papers that had laid out the details of the ill-willed mission flew around the room, whichTaylor would later say reminded them of paper airplanes.

Team Ace gasped as their normally cool-headed leader crawled across the short desk and snatched their Chief by her collar. For a brief second, Aliah thought she saw both of their eyes flash a deep purple.

Afternoon growled, “Let’s get three things clear. First, I am not your puppet. Second, I am doing this of my own accord, not yours. I am choosing to save Lilith and Marigold and bring them back to Team Ace. And third, I plan to come back and whoop your sorry ass in front of your daughters for disregarding the policies of the Facility. You used your mind-control on my team members and injured two of them. I have lost respect for you, Chief.”

And with that, she swept out of the room, an aura of anger trailing after her, leaving her team members in utter shock.

The Facility was stationed in an old university that had been abandoned by its students, faculty, and staff during The First Year.

The administration building, which was located to the north of the campus, housed the Chief’s quarters along with the meeting halls. The Facility’s founders were said to be in there as well. However, according to Taylor, they were never around.

Behind the administration building was the mess hall, which was just one of the many dining halls that students had once used. It was rare for anyone to eat there now, since the Facility had decided to use some of its considerable resources to incorporate mini-cafeterias into each of the dorms. Instead, the mess hall was mainly used for announcements for all of the teams.

A walk and a half down the hill was the library and the various buildings that previously housed the colleges. They were used to teach the kids who hadn’t finished high school and those who were selected to receive special training or were tapped for leadership trained here.

There were three dorms in the south of the campus, each housing multiple teams. There was the biggest dorm, The One Hundred, the closest to everything dorm: The Middle, and the smallest was The Three Hundred which is where Afternoon and her team live.. The old faculty of the university had thought it was amusing. Floors were occupied by different teams. The One Hundred could easily hold forty teams, The Middle held thirty, and The One Hundred was only able to hold ten. Eighty teams of eight people made up six hundred and forty agents of the Facility, all of whom were “rescued”off of the streets or enticed by a so-called reward the Facility would give them.

To the east, across from the railroad track, was the recreation center. The Facility’s recruits preferred to call it the combat gym. This is where the teams sparred with each other. Simply stepping into the gym meant you had to be on guard. People were usually hiding by the doors, ready to swipe an unsuspecting person.

It was where Afternoon was headed after the unfortunate meeting with Chief.

She needed to blow off the anger by beating up a poor rookie who knew no better than to challenge her. Was it the best way to deal with her confusing emotions? Probably not. But, if she was going to Disturbia, she might as well get as much practice in as she could.

Rock music by some band that had disbanded long ago blared through the speakers on the walls.

The first floor was mostly for people who wanted to chill and do a couple of squats or yoga. However, Afternoon had been a victim of becoming a pretzel when she let her guard down once. She avoided the area, so she kept going.

The second floor was a typical gym. Rollers, dumbbells, kettlebells and balls, treadmills, bikes and other equipment littered the floors in an organized chaos. Afternoon had seen someone almost get crushed by an exercise ball.

Her preferred floor was the third floor. It was primarily used for practice with swords–one of Afternoon’s favorite weapons to yield. The room was the size of a basketball court and was layered with blue foam floor mats. The windows were covered by blackout curtains, which made the room darker than what it should have been when handling dangerous weapons.

However, it was part of their training as agents of the Facility. Their main goal was to infiltrate Disturbia. And Disturbia was midnight in a forest form.

There were already a couple of teams inside the building waiting to unleash the day’s stress on some poor unfortunate soul. Afternoon nodded to a few of them even though in just a few minutes, they would become nothing but objects at the end of her sword.

Walking towards the back of the room, she opened the closet door that stored the weaponry. Falchions, sabers, claymores, katanas, and some Afternoon didn’t know the name of were for her choosing. Her favorite, though, was the double bladed sword. They were barely bigger than daggers, perfect for two-handed combat in close quarters. With them, Afternoon could could dance around two opponents and slice her way through an enemy line.

Grabbing one for each hand, she closed the closet door with her foot. She gripped the fine cloth that kept the swords together and gave them a twirl one at a time.

Perfect.

Sam, the lookout and paramedic for the third floor, blew his whistle. He was a tall, lanky blond man. He wore a crisp white shirt and khakis with too many pockets. His smile refused to wane even as the bulkiest of the agents stood in front of him. He made eye contact with each person as they all filed into the space, green eyes lingering on each face for at least a second or two.

“Alright, peeps. You already know the rules, but for the Facility’s sake I’ll repeat them,” he took out a piece of paper from one of the many pockets decorating his khaki’s. “Number one: your blades are all rubber. So there shouldn’t be any killing,” he says jokingly with a smile on his face. “Number two: if your opponent is downed, move on. Continuing to hit them will result in a foul and you will be put on dish duty for the week. Number three: remember that Disturbia waits for us all, so have fun while you can, but remember this is how you will fend for yourself.” He put it away after that happy note and smiled brightly at the agents in front of him. “Good luck out there. And newbies–”

“What. Sam?” An unfamiliar voice rose over the crowd as one of the rookies called out. “We just want to get out there and kick ass!” “I know you do,” he laughed. “I was just going to say watch out for Afternoon. She has her babies with her.” His green eyes found Afternoon’s brown ones and shone with glee. “ You may begin. ”

“Who the hell is Afternoon and who the hell names their child Afternoon ?” The rookie kept going.

Afternoon kicked their knee, sending them to the ground. Then she spun her left hand’s sword and flicked it across his back. Had the sword been metal, his back would’ve been sliced to smithereens. The rubber would just leave him with a nasty bruise on his back and an even worse one on his ego.

“I am Afternoon! And my momma named me after her favorite time of the day.”

She heard a wild scream from behind her and used the sword in her right hand to stab backwards. A yelp and a thud made her smile.

She spun around, keeping her arms elongated, thwarting any more sneak attacks. A brave rookie tried to jerk their claymore lazily in her direction. It was a weapon designed for close quarters combat, and the heftiness was obviously disagreeing with them. They were barely able to pick it up after that so-called jab.

She glided over to them and swept her right hand upright, sending her opponent reeling back.

“You broke my nose!”

“A lot more would have been broken had it not been for this rubber, rookie.”

She turned to face an older agent, Sarah, Sam’s twin sister. The same blonde hair and green eyes. Like Sam, she wore a smile that would stay there until she died. Unlike Sam, though, she was sculpted muscle. And the muscles were real and useful.

“Afternoon! How was your afternoon?” She laughed at her joke.

“Very funny,” Afternoon began to circle around Sarah. Her weak spots were usually hard to spot. But she had them. “But it was shitty thanks to Chief.”

“What’d Chief do?”

Sarah pulled something out of her pocket, a wicked blade that Afternoon silently thanked was rubber.

“Gave me an impossible mission but I couldn’t say no.”

Lunging herself at Sarah wouldn’t be a smart move. The blade that Sarah used was meant for close combat and was easy to maneuver unlike her twin blades. However, Afternoon had the advantage of having two weapons, which would (hopefully) get her another hit in.

She swiped at the blonde who easily jumped back, and used the weight of the swords to launch herself for another attack.

Sarah round-about kicked Afternoon into one of the walls. Pain ricocheted up the left side of her body.

“You can always say no to the missions. The Facility works through consent, you know this.”

Afternoon shook her head as she planned her next move. “Not this time.”

“Hm,” Sarah fingered the blade in her hands. “Mind telling the class what it is then?”

“Classified.”

Deciding that she had no choice but to get into close range, she threw her left sword to the ground and rushed at Sarah and tackled the older girl to the ground. Sarah must have been anticipating it though, since she managed to send Afternoon flying back into the wall.

She thought she heard something crack this time.

“Damn!”

Sarah laughed and came over to help Afternoon. “You’ll never beat me, Noon.”

Afternoon grunted, holding her arm close. “One of these days, Sarah.”

The fight between the two girls had lasted no more than a simple conversation. It was the longest Afternoon had ever held her ground against Sarah.

By the time Sam had called the fight officially over, Afternoon had been healed and given a “you’ll get it next time” pat on the back. Sarah had completely wiped the floor with everyone, but Afternoon held to the pride that she lasted the longest. One of the guys that was seated next to her in the infirmary had his head almost knocked off.

Sam sashayed into the room with his sister by his side. She looked like his personal bodyguard. Not an inch of sweat was on her forehead.

“Alright, champs. You all got beat to oblivion. But you did your best.”

Afternoon counted down the seconds before he launched into his regular speech.

“But, rookies, the field is going to be worse. The enemies won’t have rubber or plastic swords. They might not even have swords. Our goal at the Facility is… what?”

“Take control of what we lost,” everyone said.

“Exactly. And the only way to do this is with everyone prepared. What I saw out there was terrible and I will be letting your chiefs know that every single one of you will need extra training. So be prepared to see your schedules get a lot more hectic. Got it?”

“Got it,” everyone said.

“Good. Now go eat dinner!”

The infirmary filled with a mild chaos as everyone filed out of the room. Afternoon wished she had waited for her team, so they could have all walked back to the dorm together. They had more than likely gone to another sparring class.

Instead, she had to walk alone with her thoughts. It was fine though. The night was warm and the walk wasn’t a long one.

Besides, she needed to think. What would she do in five days? What did she need? Who did she need? If she knew her teammates well enough, they had snatched up the folder she had thrown, gathered all the papers, and read through it. They would know that she could bring one person with her. But who exactly would it be?

Her stomach growled and she forced herself to move quicker. She hadn’t eaten all day, and the energy for the fight had only been a result of her anger at Chief. Her thoughts went back to when she thought her leader’s eyes had changed colors.

Crimson.

Her only knowledge of eyes changing colors was with one of them. And he wasn’t allowed to set foot on this campus. Not without alerting everyone. But Afternoon knew better. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. And if he wanted to use her respectable leader, then he very much would if it meant getting under her skin.

“Shit.”

If it was him, then she just fell into his trap. Hook, line, and sinker. She should have known, but now it was too late. Besides, she needed to save her teammates and friends.

“Afternoon! Where did you go?” Aliah was barreling towards her. Behind her was Taylor, Aria, and Holly. Jack was probably already stuffing his face.

“Went to the rec. Got my ass beat by Sarah again.”

Taylor giggled, “You’re never gonna win that fight are you?” “Of course she’s not. Sarah always converses with her and Afternoon falls for it every single time.”

“Aria, shut up. And I’ll have you know that I lasted an entire conversation this time, boo.”

Holly joined in with Taylor’s laughing, making Afternoon’s cheeks warm.

“Y’all leave the poor girl alone,” Aliah chastised. “Besides, she needed it after the bullshit Chief put her through.”

“I needed an ass-whooping?” She asked playfully.

Aliah simply smiled and patted her captain on the back. “Let’s go eat. We gots a lot to chat about don’t we?”

The cafeteria was large enough for twenty round tables that could sit eight. Yellow walls and white lights greeted them as they made their way into the building. Their cafeteria was filled with the chatter of their dorm mates. The smell of french fries and burgers wafted through Afternoon’s nose and she couldn’t wait to get a bite of a veggie burger loaded with everything on it. Her stomach began to growl harder and louder as she made her way closer.

The group gets in line and feels their plates to the brim before finding a place to sit. Their usual table was near the exit to the elevators (courtesy of Aria who loved having a quick escape to her room). Jack was already sitting down with two burgers on his tray.

“Lucky bastard,” Holly remarked disapprovingly.

Jack must’ve heard her since he said, “I got my ass kicked early so I could get the first pick.”

Afternoon nearly swallowed her whole plate and chugged down her soda. Stress and skipping two meals had made her hungrier than a horse.

“Girl, if you don’t slow down-”

“Gonna get another plate. I’ll be back.”

“I knew this was going to happen,” Holly said. Her accent and the food in her mouth making it sound like she was saying “Aif knewf dist twas goanna to hawwen.”

“Same,” Taylor handed their burger over to Jack, who accepted it gleefully. They hated burgers, but adored fries so their plate was loaded with extra portions from everyone

Afternoon rolled her eyes and went to make herself another plate. However, Aliah wasn’t budging.

“You’re going to be sick if you eat another plate so soon. So sit down and let it settle.”

Afternoon grumbled but sat down. She may have been Captain, but Aliah was co-captain. And she had been picked for a reason.

“We read through your file. We think you should reconsider your answer.”

Oh. She wasn’t prepared for that.

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous. You might not come back. And then Marigold and Lilith will be damned right along with you,” Aria huffed. She wasn’t one to curse.

“Yes, it is dangerous, but I made a decision-”

“Without us,” interrupted Jack. He wiped his mouth clean before continuing, “You made a decision without your team.”

“We know you can take one of us with you,” Holly pointed out.

Afternoon felt a terrible churning deep in her belly as the food she'd eaten so quickly threatened to revolt. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have in the middle of dinner, in a cafeteria full of other teams.

“I’m not taking any of you with me. Like you said, it’s dangerous and-”

Cries of “What the hell and “What the fuck” rose from her team. It attracted the attention of a nearby team named Team Bee, one of the members actually getting up and coming over to their table to assist. Just her luck. It was Leah. The one person who she was going to have to consult for this mission.

Leah was a short Latina with wide dove-gray eyes and a delicate build, but everyone quickly learned she wasn’t to be trifled with. She was quick-witted and used her small frame to get into the smallest of places. She kept her hair short and her clothes plain. She was her team’s best covert operations agent. If they needed her to disappear in and out quickly, then she could be.

“What’s with all the yelling, folks? Afternoon, you need help?” Leah asked, assuming position.

“No, Leah,” she kept her head down, feeling a headache coming along. “They’re just upset about a mission.”

“What’s the mission? Perhaps I can help.”

A flashback to a time where she and Leah were on an impromptu team flooded through Afternoon’s thoughts. It almost made her smile.

“Actually, Leah, sit down. We need to fill you in.”

After telling Leah the experience with Chief and the contents of the files, Leah sat back and stared at Afternoon, who was doing the same to her. Her brown eyes met Leah’s gray ones.

“Wow.”

“Wow is correct.”

“You really have to go back there?” Aliah’s eyes roamed back and forth between them. “What do you mean by ‘go back’”

“I was the one who recruited Afternoon to become an agent of the Facility. I saw her one day out on the street, hiding behind a trash can. I knew who she was instantly. Now she’s just a few years older…and a few years wiser…”

It was the First Year. The year they had come up from below the Earth and decided they wanted to take over. They became the law of the land. Judge, jury, executioner. They loaded those who didn’t agree with them into vans and sent them to their own version of Hell.

Disturbia. A forest so deep and so dark that you could lose sight of yourself there. But it’s not just a forest. It’s a jail in the form of abandoned woods filled with horror. They don’t kill you. That would be too easy.

They make you work for your survival. They make it hard. They make it rough.

Afternoon was only ten when she and her parents were loaded into a van one day. Away from the home she had grown up in. Her parents had committed an act of treason. They had protested against this new government.

As soon as she arrived, they were separated by people who couldn’t care less about the tears falling down her face as she reached for her mom and dad desperately.

She was placed in a run-down cottage with other kids around her age and some much older. The cottage was supposed to only housed about six people at the most. Afternoon had a feeling there was more than that. The living room was filled with bunk beds and mats. Afternoon had to squeeze her way through the hallway to get to the bathroom. The bathroom was, thankfully, clean and well taken care of. It had cold running water that she used to clean her face and wash her hands. The toilet seemed to be working too.

Across from the bathroom was a small kitchen-a stove, a fridge, and one countertop. Noodle packs were sitting on the floor in crates. A girl barely older than Afternoon was watching over a large pot of boiling water.

She introduced herself as Leah, wand turned out to be thirteen but so short Afternoon had mistaken her to be around her age. . She had been there months before Afternoon arrived and told the girl a few things she knew as she cooked noodles to feed everyone.

She pointed out where the guards like to watch over them. Taught them their names and their abilities.

“Don’t ever say their names aloud. They are demons. And demons go where demons are called.”

Afternoon made sure to remember that.

Leah introduced her to some of the other kids in the living room as they handed out bowls. There were fifteen children in all. All without parents. Taken away by monsters that wanted pure dominance.

It made her angry.

“We’re going to bust out of here soon. And we’re going to need you.”

“What about our parents?” Leah patted Afternoon’s afro. “We don’t think of them anymore.”

“Why not, Leah? We’re going to need as much people power if we want to escape. You said it yourself!”

The other kids smiled sadly at Afternoon. She hated it. The smiles felt like pity.

“Afternoon, there are things here that I hope you never find out,” Leah started. “And what happens to parents is one of those things.”

Afternoon was afraid to ask what happened. Her emotions were already all over the place from being separated. From the joy she had lost. From the love she she missed already.

Leah walked her over to a bed and laid her on it.

“Sleep. And then we’re getting you right back out of here. OK? You don’t need to worry.”

“Shouldn’t I know the plan now?” “You’re pretty damn smart, pequeño.”

“Yeah, I am. Now tell me the plan,” Afternoon demanded as she fluffed her pillow–it was as hard as rock.

Leah had been there longer and clearly knew the ropes already, but it was obvious that she and Afternoon were on the same page in terms of wanting to take action, neither one of them content to be left to their fate.

The group of parentless kids each told their parts of the plan. Afternoon soon found out that they were planning on a riot.

“Where are you going to get a bunch of people to even riot? There’s only ten of you, plus me, which makes eleven. That’s not exactly a distraction.”

Lee Jimin answered her question. He was one of the kids who had been here for a year.

“Some of us aren’t leaving. I won’t. Spent too much time here, and I know newbies are still going to be coming whether we escape or not. Someone has to be here to teach them the ropes.”

“That’s bullshit!” Leah pinched Afternoon’s cheeks. “Language!”

Jimin smiled sadly at the little girl. “She’s right though. It is bullshit. But if it gets kids like you out of here and back into the world, then I don’t mind.”

After some gentle (and not so gentle) coaxing, Afternoon settled under the scratchy blanket they had given her and fell asleep. She dreamed of her mother’s warm arms and her dad’s chocolate chip cookies. She didn’t know if she would ever see them again.

When she woke up, it was the same as it was before she fell asleep. Dark and cold. Uninviting. Her mom had named her after her favorite time of the day. When the sun had settled in the sky and was preparing for the evening. The middle of the day where your day could turn around for the best or the worst.

The other kids were already gone, probably preparing for their parts of the plan. They had let her sleep in.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Leah sang as she handed Afternoon a granola bar.

She took it and unwrapped it, eating as she spoke. “Is it really waking up if the sun didn’t come up?”

“The sun never rises or sets here. We only have the moon, and even that can be an enemy,” Leah sighed. “That’s why we gotta get you small ones-” “I’m not small!” “You are to them.” Afternoon finished off her granola, a little sad that her breakfast was so meek. “Are they really demons?” Leah nodded, taking Afternoon’s wrapper and throwing it into a small pile of trash near the door. Afternoon took the time to really look at Leah. Even though only a few years separated them in age, Leah seemed infinitely older. Since Afternoon had gotten here, she was always frowning. Always in thought.

“Well. I’ll give you a moment to get yourself together. The sink has running water, so you can clean your face. And there’s some clean clothes in the drawer. I’ll be back in a few. I hope you’re prepared for the shitshow.”

She wasn’t prepared. There were screams. Everywhere. They had been running for what seemed like hours. Most of the kids had given up earlier. It was only due to Leah and Jimin that she was able to carry on.

They were close to their escape–Afternoon could feel it on her tongue.

But they were close, too.

She could hear them muttering amongst themselves. Trees rustled as they breezed by. They were going to catch up with the group. And who knew what would happen to them if they were caught.

It was at this moment that Afternoon knew what to do. She had only been here for a day whereas most of the children had been here for the year. Afternoon didn’t have anywhere to go without her parents. And her parents were still here. She could feel it in her soul.

She broke out of the group and ran in a different direction. She sped through the trees, getting a few scratches from branches and a couple of leaves in her mouth. Nothing was going to deter her.

She could hear Leah and Jimin yell for her. She prayed they wouldn’t come after her.

Please escape. I’ll see you guys soon.

She ran until she came across a clearing. The moonlight cast an eerie glow in the center of the field. The grass was still as if it were anticipating Afternoon’s move. Or as if it sensed what she was going to do.

Afternoon remembered what Leah had told her in the kitchen.

“You call one of their names. They all come.”

She took a deep breath and steeled herself before calling their names. She couldn’t change her mind now. The fate of the others rested on her shoulders. And she’d be damned if the other kids couldn’t make it out.

She screamed as loud as her lungs would allow her. “Kim Namjoon!”

Nothing happened for several moments. But then, the hairs on the back of her neck started to rise. Her skin started to itch. And her body froze.

She could no longer flex her fingers or even blink.

Fear rose within her, but she tamped it down with the comfort that the others would escape.

It was only a pregnant second before she saw them.

They were young, handsome men. Men her mom would have swooned at, and men her dad would have cracked a beer open with.

Right now…right now their eyes were set on her big, innocent brown ones.

Taking the stairs had never made Afternoon so grateful. She was able to be rid of the awkwardness that would have come with the elevator ride to their floor.

Her body was tired and her emotions were frayed. Thinking back to that fateful day had left her feeling hollow.

The hallway to her room seemed to stretch into a thousand miles.

“Afternoon!” Aliah yelled out.

“Not now, Aliah,” she huffed out.

The rest of her team were quiet. They had known their leader was strong, but to hear she had braved Disturbia…Respect for her had risen.

Holly raced in front of Afternoon and blocked her from continuing, despite being the smallest member of the team.

“Stop.” Her Scottish accent made it cute.

Taylor and Jack stood next to her. Taylor picked at their nails while saying, “You know we love you, right?”

“Yes. But apparently, you don’t love me enough to get the hell out of my way.”

Jack rolled his eyes. Aliah and Aria made their way around her too, so that her incomplete team without Marigold and Lilith stood in front of her. Their eyes trained on hers.

Afternoon expected to see some sort of pity but detected none.

Aliah spoke, “Afternoon, we’ve known each other for years. We trained together as rookies. We sleep in the same room, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know I didn’t tell you. It’s not exactly something you tell people.”

“Yes it is,” Aria exclaimed. “You’re the Facility’s greatest asset. And-”

“First of all, I’m no one’s asset. I’m not a tool.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What she meant, Afternoon,” Jack started, cutting his eyes towards Aria. “We don’t deserve you as our team leader.”

An audience was gathering on the stairs behind them.

“Can we take this to me and Aliah’s room?”

“Nah, I’m tired. Jack and I are going to get some shut-eye,” Taylor yawned.

“We are?” “Yes.”

Taylor dragged poor Jack by the ear and started off to their room. Aria and Holly followed suit, leaving Aliah and Afternoon alone in front of their door.

“Why’d they change their minds so quickly?”

Aliah shrugged and opened the door to their room. The smell of Aliah’s essential oils permeated the air. It was set on an hourly mist so they’d always come into a room smelling of lavender or morning dew.

Afternoon fell onto her bed, not bothering to take off her suit and boots. That would be tomorrow's problem.

“Good thing tomorrow afternoon is laundry day for our floor. Those sheets are gonna be stanky as hell,” commented Aliah dryly.

“You’re right, but I don’t care.”

Afternoon felt Aliah’s eyes on her back, so she turned over to face her friend.

“What?”

“You’re going to take me.”

If Afternoon hadn’t been as tired as she felt, she would have sat up. Instead, she dragged a pillow under head and nodded. Her eyes were slowly closing.

“I’ll sleep on it and let you know tomorrow.”

Her body relaxed and she fell asleep under Aliah’s watchful but caring gaze.

HERE IS ZE POLL!

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 11

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

To read Chapter 10:

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Word Count: 1.4K

Background: Echo, Tech, and Wrecker help the crew of the Beldame. Will Hunter have regrets? Two flashback sequences.

Warning: Star Wars swears, Earth swears, fear, physical pain, fainting, blood, hypothermia, dog bites human, human bites human, human takes knee to balls, human takes fist to nose, canon-typical violence, medical trauma.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap: Echo broke the silence, “DEFINITELY BSC! The message keeps repeating. Don’t know what the other part is...”

Tech interrupted excitedly. “Notes on the musical scale!”

Tech repeated the Basic Alphabet that corresponded with the notes to Echo.

“With the Basic Standard Code...” Echo started the sentence...

...and Tech finished it, “They’re coordinates!”

They both spun their seats around and immediately engaged the Marauder.

Wrecker stopped humming and tapping. “YOU’RE WELCOME!”

"In The Depths Of Darkness"

It took some doing, Echo and Tech finally found the Beldame floating aimlessly out in space.

The hulking ship was dark.

“Are they...?” Wrecker was even afraid to finish his sentence.

“I certainly hope NOT.” Tech was EVEN MORE worried now.

Wrecker replied. “But...What HAPPENED??? Where’s the Venator???”

“I cannot answer that question. It... seemed to have...vanished.” Tech was baffled.

“We can dock topside on the Beldame.” Echo pointed to the top hatch. “Allow access while keeping an oxygenated seal between the two ships. Then haul the crew up into the Marauder...whatever their status is.” Echo’s large amber eyes tried to hide his deep concern.

“We should wear our helmets with oxygen gear, and each carry a light source. I am unsure how long it’s been since their power failed” Tech added.

“I'm on it!” Wrecker started gathering equipment.

Tech and Echo landed the Marauder on the Beldame’s back and secured the seal between the ships.

When they were finally able to open the hatch and enter, the scene surprised them.

The whole interior of the ‘Dame was covered in a very thin sheen of frost. Wrecker, Tech, and Echo could see their breath with each exhale...when their flashlights caught it. Otherwise, the cabin was completely DARK.

To add difficulty: everything not tied down was floating around the interior of the ship. The gravity had failed as well. Luckily the crew of the ‘Dame was tied together for warmth and moored to one of the bunks.

Wrecker floated in first and clamped a heat lamp to the interior of the ship and aimed it at the crew. Echo, then Tech slid in.

Muffled barking commenced, and Tiggy excitedly scrambled out from the mass of bodies. She doggy paddled in zero G towards Tech still barking.

Tech floated over, embracing her, then tucked the pup into a pocket on his utility belt. He immediately started to scan the crew for vitals.

“They are ALL alive, however, severely hypothermic. Wrecker, help me get them immediately to the Marauder!” Tech started to untie the binds to grab the first crew mate to take to the Marauder. Wrecker followed suit.

Echo assessed the interior of the ship, pushing floating objects out of Tech’s and Wrecker’s path. He brought his hand back and found it slick with spots of fresh blood.

“SOMEONE is actively bleeding!”

Wrecker grabbed Hunter and...” Love has dried blood all over their face! What IS GOING ON???” He started to pull them with him out of the group.

Tech immediately spotted the source. “It’s not Love’s blood. Mad is hemorrhaging!” He noticed the area around the top of her inner thighs soaked through considerably. She was horribly pale.

Tech grabbed Mad and sailed back through the opening towards the Marauder. Tiggy whimpered concerningly. Wrecker followed with Hunter and Love in tow.

Echo grabbed hold of Sil, who even though passed out, was still tightly hugging Omega and brought them back to the Marauder.

Cold black space remaining...black...darkness...

Mad... treading through darkness...

...voices echoing...touches brushing against her skin...

...stabbing her arm...under the skin...searching for a vessel...

Didn’t she escape this once before? A long, long time ago? How was she here again?

Mad screamed and darkness filled her mouth, threatening to choke her into silence.

Wires and medical lines flowed and coiled around her like seaweed, brushing her skin, threatening to tangle Mad’s limbs.

Up above...a tiny light penetrating the darkness...she swam furiously towards it. As she ascended the light grew larger, the voices louder...but the quality was distorted.

Something from the deep blackness gripped her leg.

Elongated white arms, hands with long fingers...like the bloodless corpses of snakes...

Milky eyes peering up from the dark depths...whispering...where are you going, experimental subject number...

She fought and kicked, gasping for air, swallowing some of the darkness...retching...

...then kicked harder breaking free. Treading water like her life depended on it. Floating up...up...up...

...breaking the surface, her retch turned into a terrified scream.

Awakened from one nightmare into another. Mad, bolted upright from a bunk in a foreign environment. Cold steel and lighted mechanical panels surrounded her, no longer in the warm, comfortable environment of her own ship...

...there was a mechanical scomp in her face.

Echo, assisting Tech to place an IV catheter was the victim of bad timing. Poor Echo NEVER saw it coming. Mad powerfully kicked out, catching him full in the chest. He sailed back and slammed into the wall. Tech, concerned with Mad tearing out her catheter, grabbed her arm. Mad sucker punched him in the face while screaming hysterically. Poor Tech never saw that coming. He fell to the floor holding his nose.

Mad ripped out the catheter and sprang from the bunk.

Echo ALMOST recovered...but Tiggy intervened. The puppy, suddenly driven by her owner’s behavior viciously attacked him. He managed to stave her off with his scomp. But she kept coming for him, snapping and growling.

“WHAT THE FUCK???” Echo yelled out.

Hunter DID sense this coming. The second Mad awoke, he did too. He bolted from the front of the Marauder to the back.

Mad didn’t get very far, as he grabbed and held her fast. Both arms pinned to her sides in a secure bear hug. She screamed obscenities and growled at him. Clearly, she didn’t recognize Hunter at that moment.

“Mad... ” She was clearly delirious. "We're not going to hurt you!"

Struggling did no good against Hunter’s strength. Mad kneed him hard in the crotch. Hunter gasped and went down on both knees but didn’t let go.

Mad screamed like a banshee. Her anger rising.

In the next room Sil had a full-blown panic attack. Omega held his hand, trying to talk him through it.

Wrecker ran in and grabbed up Tiggy. The pup acted as if she didn’t recognize him at all. She bared her teeth and actively tried to attack him too. Wrecker tossed her from hand to hand like a hot potato to avoid being viciously bitten.

Mad’s anger hit her limit. She slammed her face down into the crook of Hunter’s neck and sunk her teeth deeply into the flesh...

...at the same time Tiggy bit Wrecker.

Both men simultaneously cried out from the pain.

Hunter released one hand from Mad, attempting to get her teeth out of him. Her free hand scratched at his face viciously.

Tiggy slashed Wrecker with her nails.

STOP! Love placed both hands on Mad’s head. She immediately went limp, released her bite, eyes rolling back in her head...

...as Tiggy immediately went limp and did the same.

Tech got up from the floor, nose bleeding. “I...managed to record EVERYTHING!”

“Fantastic! Could’ve used some help there.” Echo full of adrenaline. “Good thing the kid knocked her out.” Nodding to Love.

Echo and Tech grabbed Mad and put her back up on the bunk, then resumed replacing her IV catheter.

Wrecker sat Tiggy on the bunk and offered his good hand to Hunter.

Hunter shook his head and groaned, cupping his injured manhood, actively bleeding from his shoulder and face.

Wrecker understood completely. “I’ll get the bacta patches.”

Down...down...in darkness again....

...Mad drifted down landing on her back...A heaviness on her abdomen...

...nightfall on Dathomir. The stars shining above, heat of a bonfire, surrounded by Night Sisters.

They tended to Mad’s every need during labor. Empathetic, sweet, and powerful women helping to usher a new life into the world.

Mother Talzin present and chanting over the fire. Mad’s breaths corresponding with Mother’s chants and the contractions of her uterus. Night Sisters breathing in unison as well. Wiping the sweat from her brow and tending to her labor pains.

It was the least the Sisterhood of Dathomir could do. Mother Talzin’s son refused to be present for the birth of his own child. Leaving the planet to live his own separate life as he pleased. Talzin did her due diligence to be present for her grandbaby’s arrival.

Mad was sorrowful, as the Nomaadi Community attempted to contact Mad on Dathomir to also attend to baby’s birth. Mad eventually discovered she was purposely being kept isolated from her own family.

Two ships: the Dread Beldame and the Vardo covertly hovered out of sight in the sky, ready to take Mad and her child away at a moment’s notice. Mad’s clone sister “SHE” rallied the few Nomaadi warriors who were able to help.

Mother Talzin was none the wiser of this.

Several Night Sisters understood and respected Mad’s choice. And, disagreed with Mother Talzin’s methods. They helped plot secretly to assist with the intervention...some planning to leave with the Nomaadi as well.

...because Mad knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Mother Talzin was only playing at being accommodating. Mad could see the omen of celestial bodies in the sky above her. A baby born under these conditions signaled to Mother Talzin this child would have some sort of significance. She would keep the baby and NEVER let Mad’s child leave this planet.

And she would NEVER let Mad leave alive, either.

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imagobin · 9 months

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Most of my fan-fictions are on Wattpad because I like the format better, but I figured I might as well compile the things I've written & am proud of here as well.

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Zoldyck Family

Headcanons 🔯General Family Dynamics🔯 Desc: Speculations on how each Zoldyck family member sees the others, with a bigger focus on the less-explored relationships.

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Headcanons (Request) 🪡Big Brother Illumi | Fem!Reader🪡 Desc: Headcanons for what it'd be like to be Illumi's younger sister, from the day you were born to the current year according to the timeline.

Ramble 🎮Small thought about Milluki Zoldyck🎮 Desc: My personal theory on why Milluki acts the way he does.

Leorio Paradinight

Headcanons (Request) 🩵Friendship! | GN!Reader🩵 Desc: Headcanons for how you and Leorio met and what kind of friend he is.

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Markiplier-verse/Egos

Alise T. Vermont (OC) Pentalogy

DA!OC Insert Book Who Killed Markiplier? | Wattpad Desc: Alise is an assertive and confident district attorney who works alongside their lifelong friend, Damien, the mayor. Things suddenly break her routine upon receiving a strange invitation from a friend she hadn't heard from in months, Mark! But what was supposed to be a fun night amongst friends, quickly turned into a nightmare when Mark was found dead and strange things kept happening inside Markiplier Manor. Will Alise and the others manage to catch the murderer... or will they fall into darkness as well? Captain!OC Insert Book ɪɴ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪᴘʟɪᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1) | Wattpad Desc: Captain Alise has finally boarded the Invincible II to bring colonists to a new planet. However, things quickly take a turn for the worst when the spaceship gets trapped in a wormhole and Alise is requested to fix an apparent paradox alongside the ship's head engineer, Mark. Will they complete their mission, or will they be stuck there forever? Only one way to find out. Captain!OC Insert Book ɪɴ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪᴘʟɪᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2) | Wattpad Desc: The universe has been rebooted and Captain Alise now has to fix things once and for all, but how will they do that when the multiverse itself seems to be against them? Actor!Mark x DA!OC (Platonic) Book A Heist with Markiplier | Wattpad Desc: Alise has now reunited with Mark in the void, where the Actor can finally start putting his plan into motion, however... the ghosts of their past are always ready to come hunting them again, and what was meant to be some harmless fun becomes much more as Alise starts discovering what happened in the outside world while she was stuck in the void. Actor!Mark x DA!OC (Platonic) Book A Date with Markiplier | Wattpad Desc: With the artifact now lost, Mark and Alise have decided to sit back for a while and go on a date, but things never go as planned...

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Monkey King 2023

Dragon King/Ao Guang

Dragon King x GN!Reader (Fluff) One Shot 🌊𝒮𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈🌊 Desc: After his defeat, the Dragon King decided to lay low and slowly regain his powers deep down in the sea, that was until he spotted (y/n), who drastically changed his goals in way he'd never thought of before.

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Headcanons (Request) 🌊Dating | GN!Nine Tailed Fox!Reader🌊 Desc: Headcanons of you and Ao Guang meeting and dating, but with a twist! You're a shapeshifting Nine Tailed Fox!

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Spider-verse

Johnathon Ohnn/The Spot

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The Spot x Artist!OC (Platonic) Book Behind the Eight Ball | Wattpad Desc: Being behind the eight ball |To be in a difficult position, from which it is unlikely one can escape, out of luck.| That's how Johnathon Ohnn felt after the Alchemax Collider exploded. He'd lost everything: his job, his family's love... his face. Until he met someone who was genuinely willing to help him... but would that be enough?

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Steven Universe

Jasper

Jasper x Human/Gem hybrid!OC (Romantic) Book 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐚𝐝 | Wattpad Desc: Emma had always believed she was the only Human/Gem hybrid on earth, however, her world is turned upside down once she learns of the existence of Steven, and embarks on a journey to Beach City to meet him. Unfortunately, he's already left months ago, and it looks like Emma will have to keep searching, but not without a certain orange gem forcing herself into the picture.

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Super Mario Bros

Bowser

Bowser x Dryad!OC (Romantic) Book The Dryad's Loyalty | Wattpad Desc: Hazel is a lone dryad who's lived in complete isolation their entire life... what happens then, when a Koopa King comes crashing down in their forest and forces them to become part of his Koopa Troop?

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Oyuba’din - Chapter 10: Wrong

Original Character x The Bad Batch

Summary: Jaine finds unexpected new relationships blossoming with a few members of the Bad Batch.

Warnings: discussion of trust issues, idiots starting to fall in love, depictions of small amounts of anxiety

Author’s Note: omg I can’t believe y’all are still reading this, 10 episodes in! Thank you all so much for your continued support! I love y’all so much 🥹💛 anyway here we are again with The Boys™! Yeah anyone remember how I said this might turn into a poly!batch fic? Yeah so that’s like for sure happening now. What can I say, I do what the muse tells me to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ There will be absolutely NO clonecest. Gross. anywho, enjoy!

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Cyar’ika = Sweetheart

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“‘Qoljak’?” Crosshair asked. “That’s where you’re from?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t be surprised if even Tech didn’t know it existed. It was gone before you guys were even made,” Jaine shrugged sadly.

“How did you escape?”

“It’s fuzzy, it was so many years ago and I think my brain’s blocked a lot out.”

Crosshair sat in silence, taking it all in and watching as Jaine chucked a small rock into the pond. As far as he could tell, she didn’t trust anyone with this- her non-answer to his last question being evidence enough. Would it violate that surprising trust to tell his brothers? Would she hate him if he did? Did they even really need to know?

“Are you…going to tell the others?” he asked slowly, trying to gauge her reaction.

“I don’t know, I’m still pissed at them,” she huffed. “Maybe I’ll tell everyone except for Tech.”

Despite the bitterness of her expression, Crosshair laughed. “That’ll piss him off so bad.”

Jaine, having never really seen this side of Crosshair, grinned just a little even though she was still upset. “Gods, can you even imagine Wrecker trying to keep a secret?”

“He’s terrible at it,” Crosshair agreed.

The pair fell back into silence, less awkwardly now. Jaine threw a few more rocks at the pond, watching the ripples coming from each collision.

“Do you think I should tell them?” she asked quietly.

Crosshair seemed to consider this for a moment, pausing to throw his own rock, sinking it into the direct middle of the pond. “Eh, fuck ‘em. You tell them if you want to.”

Jaine’s shoulders released a tension she didn’t know they’d been holding. She swore she could feel the mood shift, but she must be tired. Still, slowly laid her head against his pauldron, eyes fluttering closed. “Thanks, Cross,” she whispered.

Internally, Crosshair was in full panic mode. She was laying on his shoulder. She trusts him with one of her secrets and to rest against him. He swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Could she hear it? Get your shit together, he scolded himself. What’s wrong with you?

Crosshair didn’t move, listening intently to her breathing becoming steadier and steadier until he was certain she’d fallen asleep.

The sun was going down. It was soon going to be dark and the air would chill. They should head back to the Marauder.

“Jaine?” he whispered, tapping her leg lightly. She made no response, physical nor verbal, so he shifted ever so slightly where he sat. Still nothing.

“C’mon, cyar’ika, we need to get back,” he mumbled. When she still didn’t respond, he heaved a sigh, slipping one arm around her back and one behind her knees, moving to stand up.

He carried her through the forest she’s torn through before, careful not to jostle her too much or make too much noise.

Hunter heard Crosshair coming, nervousness still not at ease, he nearly sprinted to the door of the ship, scanning the tree line for his brother.

It was so quiet, even to Hunter, that he almost missed it, but as Crosshair’s form broke from the trees, he gave a small shushing sound. Hunter’s pulse started to race as he saw his brother carrying Jaine’s limp form in his arms.

He raced to his brother’s side, where he was simply shushed again. Crosshair seemed to be in no hurry as he brought Jaine aboard, carrying her into the tiny medbay where her small cot had been set up in the corner. He placed her gently into the bedding, pulling the blanket over her, before turning back to see the rest of the batch waiting for him at the door.

“What happened?” Hunter asked, calmly, taking a seat at the small table in the galley.

“Nothing,” Crosshair shrugged.

“Did Jaine tell you her planet of origin?” Tech piped up.

Crosshair didn’t respond, opting to instead place a toothpick between his jaws.

“Crosshair?” Tech prompted.

“Why do you care so much?”

Tech flustered a little. “If she has been withholding vital information about her identity, she could be hiding much more.”

“How many times has she saved your ass in the field?” Crosshair retorted, pointing his toothpick for emphasis.

“I fail to see how that’s relevant.”

“You’re telling me that she hasn’t proved herself enough to you to earn the benefit of the doubt? Not to any of you?” Crosshair looked around the group. He was growing more and more irritated, but refused to raise his voice, worried he would wake Jaine.

The batch exchanged a few guilty looks with each other.

“What if she’s from a separatist planet?” Wrecker asked, looking like a kicked tooka.

Crosshair’s heart was hammering and he could feel the heat rising up his neck. He knew Hunter could tell, but he didn’t care. Why were they attacking her? Why couldn’t they understand?

“Crosshair,” Hunter started, his brow furrowed in conflict. “If you know something-”

“I know you all are forgetting how many times in only two months she’s saved our asses, I know you’re all paranoid, and I know that I trust her,” Crosshair spat, turning on his heel to walk back to the medbay.

“Cross,” Hunter called after him, receiving only a rude hand sign thrown over his brother’s shoulder.

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Jaine felt groggy. A small feeling- an instinct- prickled at the back of her mind. She jolted up in her bed, quickly scanning the dark room.

“Relax,” Crosshair spoke from his chair at the desk.

“Crosshair?” she hummed.

“Who else would it be?” Crosshair snarked and Jaine could practically hear his smirk.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes and turning on the small lamp near her bunk.

“You…asked me to stay,” he frowned, squinting at the sudden change of light. “When I came to check on you?”

Jaine searched her brain. She had run off, Crosshair came and found her and then she- oh, gods.

Jaine felt her face become bright red, cursing herself for turning on the light.

“Tell me more about your home,” Crosshair blurted out, surprising both of them. He coughed a little, looking intently anywhere but her. “If you want, you don’t have to, but I want to know more…about you.”

Jaine watched on as the typically stoic sniper’s face fell red, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Oh, um, what do you want to know?” she inquired. “I was just a kid when it fell.”

“Right, sorry, you don’t have to- I mean, I’ll just-” Crosshair stammered, jumping up from his seat, and making his way out of the room. “Goodnight, Jaine.”

“Goodnight,” Jaine replied after he had left the room.

Tech paced anxiously outside of the medbay. The others had long since gone to bed,and he had tried, but he simply couldn’t sleep.

Crosshair trusted her. Crosshair, his most standoffish brother, the one who was the most skeptical about everything, trusted her.

Unlikely as he might have felt it was, Tech felt he may have misjudged her character. He felt like a fool. Crosshair was right, Jaine had given no reason for his mistrust, even going beyond that he could see now that she obviously cared deeply for all of them. He slowly came to the realization that he felt like a fool because he was a fool.

It was difficult for him to admit that someone else was correct or that he didn’t know something, and to be fair, it wasn’t a problem that occurred often, yet here he was, pacing outside of her door, searching for a way to confess that he had acted out of paranoia and fear and that, while he had given her no reason to, he hoped she could forgive him.

He was deeply lost in thought, so much so that when Jaine’s door slid open, it startled him.

“Tech? What are you doing up at this hour?” she asked sleepily. “Are you okay?”

Against his will, Tech’s eyes raked over her form. Dressed in a short pair of sleep shorts and one of Wrecker’s torn black tops, her hair was mussed just a little, and not pulled up in the small tuft it usually was. She blinked at him, eyebrows drawn in concern, and Tech realized he had been just staring at her for several moments, fascinated with her beauty in the late hours of the night.

“Tech?” she asked again, stepping closer to him. “You don’t look well; why don’t you come in and let me have a look at you?”

Tech blinked at her as though she were speaking a language he didn’t understand, but slowly nodded.

“Here, have a seat,” she said, pulling him by the arm towards the exam table.

He watched as she worked silently in the dim lamp light of the medbay.

She came over with a scanner, quickly reading his vital signs. She hummed a little at the results before returning the scanner to its place in a drawer.

“Pulse is a little high,” she informed him. “Did you get into the caf to stay up working again? When was the last time you got any sleep?”

Tech’s brows pulled together, his brain working frustratingly slow. Caf? No, he hadn’t had any today. Or since the last time she looked him over- when she’d asked him to cut down on his usual 5 cups and get some actual rest.

He shook his head a little, still not finding the ability to speak. He was worried that if he did, everything could come spilling out. The admission that he was wrong was something that made him feel quite vulnerable, and he was worried what else could come out of his mouth without his permission.

She smiled a little at the man before her, trying not to show her confusion over his lack of speech, but went to work, taking down her mortar and pestle as well as several ingredients from the cabinets. She could hear his heel tapping lightly against the floor as his knee bounced behind her.

“This is dried valerian root,” she explained softly. “I’m going to mix it together with passion flower and chamomile leaves to make you some tea to help you sleep.”

He watched her adding ingredients, grinding them together, smelling the mixture to add more as needed. She hummed a similar tune to the one she had when she had calmed Hunter’s migraine. He found this to be somewhat entrancing. The way her voice lilted softly and the way her body moved so comfortably, so fluidly, as she worked in the middle of the night, just to help him. She was doing this in spite of how he had treated her.

Jaine poured the tea mixture into a small electric kettle, filling it with water and turning it on.

“You seem tense,” she breathed, leaning against the counter as she waited for the tea to brew. She watched him carefully as his eyes shot up to her face from the floor.

“Why are you being so kind to me?” he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat ever so slightly.

Her head tilted a little as a small smile played at her lips. “You seemed like you were trying to ask for my help, so I’m providing it.”

He sat there for a long time, taking in the simplicity of her answer as she poured the tea into a mug, stirring in a small amount of honey.

“I think I know what’s going on in that brain of yours,” she said, handing him the mug. “Careful, it’s hot.”

Tech accepted the tea with a nod, blowing softly over the top of it.

“It’s okay,” she began, sitting next to him. “I don't blame you for not trusting me. With the war, it’s hard to trust new people. I get the same way. I only trusted you all so easily because Cody and Rex recommended this squad so highly.”

Tech sipped at the tea, enjoying the sweet woodsy-floral taste as his mind wandered back to the day before they had met Jaine. Cody’s cool demeanor and barely veiled threats about treating her well. He’d done a great job of that.

“And my childhood- well, let’s just say I have some problems when it comes to trusting people I don’t know,” she smiled lightly.

He nodded a little, he could feel the effects of the tea started to calm his ever-fraying nerves and relax his busy mind.

“I’m sorry I got so upset,” she said, the corners of her mouth pulling downward. “I feel so close to all of you that to walk into a conversation that was about myself, it threw me off. Talking with Crosshair helped, but I was mostly just worried that I’d upset you by not answering your questions.”

She looked back up at him, placing a light hand on his knee. “You gave me the opportunity to talk to you and I dismissed it out of hand. That was horrible of me, and I promise that going forward, I’ll make an effort to communicate more effectively with you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

The question broke free from his slowly relaxing mind and flew out of his mouth. Jaine’s eyes were wide as she scanned his face.

“Ap-apologies,” Tech stammered, nearly jumping up from his seat and away from her. “I believe the concoction you’ve given me has lowered my typical level of brain activity, causing me to say something inappropriate.”

“Tech, it’s-”

“Thank you for your assistance with my restlessness. I will take my leave. Good evening, Lieutenant,” Tech spoke rapidly, turning sharply on his heel and making his way from the medbay, cursing himself the whole way to his bunk.

Jaine was left to sit there, staring at the door through which he’d left so abruptly, jaw opening and closing slightly as though she were going to speak, though nothing came.

She drank the remaining tea and fell into a deep slumber.

Thanks for reading! - Dang

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I’m so sorry I’ve been gone for a long ass time😭😭 I know a lot of people are wondering why I haven’t been posting that much, but I’m actually excited to say that I’m working on a little project.

It’s a Hunter x Hunter fanfiction, but it’s not a ship fic or related to Hisoka at all. It’s gonna be a fan fiction that builds on my ocs and their story and I’m really excited about it!!! That’s what I’ve been working on this whole time😭 I’m still on chapter 1 though, it’s gonna be long😭

#hunter x hunter #hxh fanfic #hunter x hunter oc #oc #oc lore #hxh original character

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Hey this is a fan fiction I (somehow accidentally) managed too write. It's my OC Silas x Trevor Hagen, @get-rammed 's OC meeting each other for the first time. There are probably some errors and it's messy, but enjoy the silly little guys anyways!

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Silas's boots made a clunking noise as they tried to keep themselves from jogging down the hallway. They were already 8 minutes late to the evening meeting Veronica had sent them to get the paperwork for, so they had to get back as soon as possible.

The first time they were late to a meeting like this Veronica made sure to properly humiliate them right in front of the top tier hunters present. She "passively" let everyone know that she was "sorry for the delay"

and that

"you just can't help if certain people can't follow the most simple directions to the copying room."

Which earned a few snickers from some of the hunters at the table. They were only 19 at the time and had just started being forced to be in the headquarters. So, not only were they being humiliated but some of the most repected(feared) hunters were laughing....at them.... And it was their first time in the meeting room. But the truth really was the Hunter's headquarters are massive, and Veronica's instructions were purposely complicated to try to confuse and embarrass Silas(which she accomplished).

Seth, who was standing against the back wall with a view of the scene, could only give Silas an apologetic look as his twin joined them at their designated spot. Ready to assist Veronica if she were to need anything else. After that Silas spent hours upon hours mentally mapping out the headquarters. Absolutely determined to know the place better than Veronica by the time they were done, and to their knowledge they had.

But, having that perfect mental map wouldn't stop them from crashing face first directly into someone's chest in their desperate hurry to get to the meeting room, though.

"Oof-!"

The documents in their grip flew everywhere as they stumbled backwards, arms flailing in a desperate attempt to catch themselves. They shut their eyes tightly, prepping for the impact of their ass hitting the ground, but that never happened. Instead they felt cool fingers wrap around their left hand and press into the small of their back, and in that moment they felt it. The pain and agony locked away within the depths of this person's soul. A certain coldness they've both dealt with and exuded throughout their entire existence. It was all there, but something else seeped in over all of that. A feeling almost like warm honey coated their senses and in that moment, for maybe the first time in their life, they didn't feel the need to scramble out of this person's touch. They for some reason felt safe and comforted. Even though it was with a complete stranger, and after what felt like an eternity(3 or so seconds) they opened their eyes.

Meeting the gaze of someone they almost recognized, but they couldn't quite place from where. The first things Silas noticed were their deep brown eyes, a well taken care of and full beard, and dark shoulder length wavy hair. The very next thing they noticed was that this person was about 2 feet taller than them easily. Finally, after staring at this stranger like a deer in headlights their lips slowly parted to speak.

"U-uhm...hi.."

They sputtered out, trying to form a proper introduction despite being held so gingerly,

"Names S-Silas, your's?"

They felt their face getting red as they internally cursed at themself for stuttering, but the stranger seemed to pay it no mind. The tall handsome figure lifted them properly back onto their feet(with an ease that shocked Silas, but they didn't say anything) They felt the gentle hands being removed from their person, and the warm feeling recedes along with them. Silas doesn't break eye contact with the stranger, looking up into their big brown eyes as they wrack their brain for where they know the strangers face from.

"Howdy there Silas. Name's-"

Just before the, very handsome, stranger could answer, a familiar voice called out from the direction Silas was supposed to be heading in,

"Si, what are you doing?! If you take any longer she's gunna have both our heads!"

Silas looked over and saw their brother, Seth, standing at the entrance to another hallway. His expression was stern, but Silas could see the anxiety in his eyes as they recalled why they were in such a hurry in the first place. The meeting.

"OhShitshitshit-"

They mumbled as they partially squated down to start picking up the documents scattered all over the floor. A shadow that moved right beside them caught their eye and, as they glanced up, they saw the familiar stranger helping them gather the stray papers.

"Oh- thank you but you don't have to do that"

They said, their tone a bit shaky as they scoop up pages. This earns a chuckle from the stranger,

"Well now, I was the one who got in your way when you were needin to get somewhere in a a hurry. So, it's only fair I help with the mess"

The stranger explained as they picked up the last page from the floor and stood up to their(shoed) full height in sync with Silas. They then held the papers out to Silas, and waited patiently for the shorter person to take the small stack from them.

"Maybe but,"

Silas took the stack from the strangers large hand and gently placed it on top of the stack in their own hand,

"Doesn't excuse me running around like a chicken with it's head cut off either now does it?"

The stranger let out another deep chuckle, and the corner of his eyes crinkled slightly as he did

"Well no not exactly, but can't really help it when you work for Veronica ey?"

Silas blinked, letting out a chuckle of their own. Partially because the stranger makes them feel a little bubbly, and partially because Silas didn't really get a choice in the matter.

"Well, I guess not, but-"

Before they could continue their conversation, they feel a hand grip their wrist and tug them out of place

"Woah-!"

Is all they managed as they looked over to see that Seth had taken matters into his own hands and essentially started to drag them to the meeting room

"Silas, we don't have time for this. Get yur ass in gear and cmon!"

Seth's southern had started to come out thick so Silas knew they really needed to go.

Despite the knot of anxiety in their stomach, Silas managed to turn back to the stranger as their brother dragged them along, and called back to them,

"Hey, I never got your name stranger!"

Silas watched as their lips pulled up into a small smirk as the stranger called to them,

"Names Trevor, and I'll see you around?"

He questioned, his dark brow raised slightly as he did,

"Yeah, I'll be seein ya Trevor"

Silas called back with a unmaskable smile right as they were forced around the corner and out of Trevor's sight.

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Silas's brain swarmed with thoughts of Trevor as they tried to pay attention during the final meeting of the day. They weren't able to stay focused for very long though because the thoughts of Trevor swarmed their mind. Silas barely even caught when Veronica ordered them to close the blinds so she could continue her presentation on something Silas had already given up on paying attention to.

They wanted to talk to him, to see him again. Which was weird for Silas because they did their best not to get their hopes up about getting close to people. Finding it much easier to watch people come and go from afar than to try to interact with anyone.

Eventually the meeting ends, but the thoughts of Trevor sure don't. But before they could spiral further, Seth came to a full stop in front of them. Catching Silas off guard slightly and causing them to stumble a bit.

"Wha-"

Is all they can manage as their brother turned around to them, looked them in their eyes as if trying to read their soul. Then after a long moment he spoke

"You know it probably isn't a good idea to try and go out with..."

He's glanced around as if checking for people trying to listen to them in the empty corridor,

"Trevor...right?"

Silas blinked for a moment before they took a small step back and raised a brow at Seth, questioningly.

"And why's that?"

Seth almost deadpans as he stares at Silas

"You don't think dating Veronica's brother is a bad idea?"

Their expression went blank for a moment. The realization of why he looked so God damned familiar hitting them like a truck. They opened their mouth to speak, but they closed it....and after a moment their expression slowly started to perk up a bit. A smirk spreading across their features.

"maybe you do, but I for one, can think of about a million reasons to find that man and give him my number"

They hold their brothers gaze, choosing their words carefully.

"And hey, maybe if I end up finding happiness with this guy I can get Veronica to stop treating us like toddlers, ey?"

And with that Silas stepped around Seth, who was dumbfounded to say the least, and continued down the large corridor. Their mind was already swarming with the possibilities that had just opened up for them.

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#feralfiends #fanfic #SilasxTrevor #this was supposed to be a paragraph then i spiraled #Vice President of the Veronica Hagen Hate Club #Feral Fiends OC #Seth was to stunned to speak

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