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esamastation · 6 months

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Shizuroth, part twenty-four

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three

There are few things you learn very quickly after joining the SOLDIER program.

One, mind your own business. If it looks like it's above your paygrade, it is, and no amount of curiosity or bluster will be enough to fend off the Turks. Though, honestly, that's just common sense for any employee of Shinra Electric Power Company…

Two, mind your own. You see another SOLDIER struggling, you give them a hand, you put your shoulder out there for them to lean on, and you don't make note of it. They all come out of their first Mako injections, spewing their guts out. If someone acts a bit crazy, you give them a hand, you give them a moment, and you move on.

And three, there is no such thing as too much training. In all honesty, none of them get enough training, with the enhancements they get. They're always playing catch up with the Mako, trying to match skill and control to raw power - which only grows greater with each injection. They rarely even get the time to get adjusted to their latest batch of Mako. It was a waste of time!

Shinra didn't hire them to train them to be Elite SOLDIERs, no. That's what the injections were for, after all - they were an instant shortcut to a capability that normally took up to twenty years of hard training to achieve. SOLDIER were given raw power, relentless endurance and seemingly unstoppable speed at the point of a needle and then… then they were given work.

A lot of SOLDIER Third Classes delighted in that, taking full advantage of the powers given and going to town, not paying much mind to technical skill. What is skill when you can outrun, outlift and outlast every other human out there? Lot of Thirds let it get to their heads.

A lot of SOLDIER Thirds never made it to Seconds.

The ones that made it to Seconds knew better, usually. The only way to get there was to rise above Thirds, and the only way to do that is by training. Which they often had to beg, borrow, bribe and steal for. Martial art manuals from Wutai, physical training from athletes, actual one on one sessions with older and more experienced warriors… even spars against each other, all worth their weight in materia in the SOLDIER program.

And training from a SOLDIER First Class…? Priceless.

Angeal Hewley was the best for it - he liked training with Seconds and sometimes even Thirds. He was a good teacher too, he took personal interest, he kept up with progress, he gave challenges. You could really feel yourself improving, under Angeal's hand.

Genesis Rhapsodos was… also good, if you needed tutoring in Materia. There was no better Spellcaster in Shinra then Genesis, and you could tell that he was always striving to get better. Unfortunately he gave up on his students if he felt they weren't putting in enough effort. Which was, sooner or later, all of them.

But Sephiroth…

"Good," the First says, still with that absolutely deranged smile on his face as he walks through their ranks, checking their stances. "Now again, from the beginning - one, two, three…" He actually claps a beat, and the SOLDIERs go through the poses in sequence, sifting in time with his claps.

Kunsel's knees are shaking, and he can feel strain in muscles he used to be absolutely sure he'd trained enough. His grip on his sword is white-knuckled, and he can feel the way the tip is quivering radiating down the blade, into his hands, his wrists, his arms. He barely dares to breathe.

At Sephiroth's call, he shifts with everyone else to the next pose - feet shifting and then back firmly in the ground.

No one dares to breathe too loudly, and no one has said a word - no one wants to break whatever has come over Sephiroth.

In his mind, Kunsel is desperately trying to memorise everything so that the moment it ends he could write it all down.

"Knee," Sephiroth says to someone, and there's a shift of a boot as someone shifts their position. "Good. Lower your left elbow. Very good. You there, relax your grip, breathe."

Kunsel's heart skips a beat as Sephiroth speaks to him, as the First approaches him. "No need to have such a death grip. It's better to lose your sword than your fingers," the First says, smiling, smiling, green eyes glowing.

Kunsel almost drops the whole sword as Sephiroth touches his hand to urge him to relax. His breath escapes in a wooshy exhale and Sephiroth, SOLDIER First Class, chuckles at him.

"There, that's much better, isn't it?" And before Kunsel can do more than gape at him, the First is moving forward. "Good! Now, is everyone ready?" Sephiroth asks, sauntering up to stand in front of them.

"Yes, sir!" comes the instant answer from about a dozen SOLDIERs.

"So obedient," Sephiroth purrs. "Good. Now swing!"

Dozen sword beams launch in unison at the First, who watches them come with a smug little smile, before swiping them away with a single easy swing of his sword.

"There, everyone got it, very good," Sephiroth says, watching them like he wants to eat them all. "You have done this master very proud. That ends today's lesson - I want all of you to practise these moves, but without activating your Qi. Do not tempt Qi-deviation."

Like with most things Sephiroth has said during the lesson, none of them have any idea what he's saying, but they agree nonetheless. "Yes, sir!"

"Good. Go on then," Sephiroth says with a little wave and still with that smile. "Shoo!"

Sephiroth just shoo'd them.

On still shaking knees, Kunsel stumbles with the rest of the Thirds and Seconds out of the destroyed training room. They're all just about equally shell-shocked as they quietly meet with the SOLDIERs who hadn't been able to fit in the lesson, but who had all been watching, avidly, as it progressed.

There's a sense of shock and awe in the air - like they'd all just gone through a bombing run together, and it has been equal parts amazing and horrifying.

"None of this gets off this floor," a voice says quietly from the back. One of the older Seconds, whose name Kunsel doesn't know. "Got it? Anyone asks, you say nothing about this. As far as anyone outside this floor is concerned, nothing happened."

"Sephiroth, is he…?"

"He calmed down after Professor Hojo and the technicians left," the older SOLDIER whispers very firmly. "And that. Is. All."

Kunsel swallows and looks back through the malfunctioning, still open automatic doors.

Sephiroth has taken seat on the floor in the middle of the devastation with Masamune held upon his crossed legs. He's meditating.

"I think I'd die for him," someone breathes out fervently.

Kunsel clears his throat before he can do something silly like agree. "Should we, um… call Director Deusericus, give the all clear? There's bound to be, um… cleanup, and such."

The other SOLDIERs consider this, looking conflicted.

"I say give it a moment," someone sighs, shakily sitting down on the floor. Whether intentionally or not, he's mirroring Sephiroth's pose. "I, for one, need a moment."

He is not the only one, and they're all trying to look into the training room, to catch a glimpse of the SOLDIER First Class.

After a moment just standing there without a thought in his head, Kunsel joins them. "So, um. Does anyone know anything about mediation?"

They don't, but that doesn't stop them from trying.

Disciples aquired.

#Fanfiction #ff7 #ffvii #svsss #Sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #kunsel

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themusingsofmitsuki · 7 months

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7:04 p.m. and he still wasn’t home. You paced around the room—heard the pump in your chest get louder with the sound of the hands of the clock. There are tarts in the oven, but even keeping track of them no longer helps your nerves. You reached for a carafe and filled your glass with shaking hands. Drinking water would be helpful, but your hands couldn’t even lift your cup without the water inside of it violently splashing.

You inhaled.

“Don’t stay out too late, and be safe.” You tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek. He grinned, “I can’t keep you waiting. And,” he returned the kiss—chastely on your lips. “Don’t worry, I’m the strongest.”

You exhaled.

October 31. 7:00 p.m. He did keep you waiting. You were making a fresh batch of kikufuku that day with the television open for background noise. Satoru has always been hard at work, so you give him something to come home to: sweets. Your husband has always loved sweets.

Baking—a hobby that was once a mere fascination of yours, evolved into a ritual for good luck to bring your husband home. It never failed.

Until it was announced that Shibuya saw several casualties that day.

You inhaled again, desperately trying to slow down.

He came home nineteen days later. “Missed me?” You had much to say, but your sobs beat your words out of your mouth. “There, there, I’ll always come home to you.”

“For desserts?”

“For the sweetest thing in my life.” His aquamarine eyes are piercing. But in that moment, it’s as if the gaze he had on you held all the world’s love. It’s a look that can only exist when a man lays eyes at his home that he hasn’t come to in years.

You exhaled. Gojo Satoru can be late, but he’ll always find his way back home to you.

The sky was now a tapestry of blues, purples, and oranges. You reminisce how Satoru promised to take a break with you outside of Japan when everything blows over. You discussed the future, your shared plans—and he hopes to ride off to the sunset with you and your little family.

You’ve been too antsy, either from the anxiety of Shibuya or your hormones.

You finally reach for the water when the sound of your phone tips your glass off the table. It was a call from Shoko, you’ll deal with the broken glass later.

“It’s over,” before you could be given the chance to feel happiness, three words killed any hope for you to feel that way ever again.

“Satoru is dead.”

Note: am truly going to break down if it really is gojover.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk 236 #brb crying

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fxshigurosbae · 2 years

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THE FORBIDDEN MAN . . .

daddy can’t seem to not care for you.

⋆.ೃ࿔* toji fushiguro (40) x f!reader (19)

✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — pseudo!incest, corruption, daddy kink, dilf, age gap, pet names, praise, begging, manhandling, forbidden love, fingering, cheating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, innocence play, dacryphilia, sound restraint, dumbification, size kink, creampie, squirting, discipline kink, mentions of masturbation, jealousy, unprotected sex, dirty talk, barebacking.

NOTE. these jjk writers made me realize i have a kink for step-dad toji fushiguro. is it weird? yes. do i care? no.

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yes, it is true he became part of your family for almost a year now. yes, you tried to make it seem like a normal relationship, but you knew it wasn’t. after all, how could anything related to toji fushiguro ever be considered ordinary or unremarkable? impossible. the gazes, the stares, the caressing on the top of your head ever so gently, night kisses on the cheek, holding hands in public when just the both of you, laying on his chest while in the couch when alone, his remarks on the falling strap of your tank top and the exaggerated ‘parental’ jealousy. those were no things a man who considered himself your daddy — in a literal way — would do.

toji had married your mother, who was around two years younger than him and still was quite a beauty, while you were several years younger, obviously — but you were just the more innocent, fresher, untrained version of her. you were only nineteen, in college already and doing so well in studying that daddy praised you every time he noticed you doing so. your mother worked a busy job, she wasn’t around very much. it assured and removed any of her worries with knowing the both of you got along so well, how preoccupied and caring her husband became towards her only daughter in such a short amount of time — little did she know he was way more affectionate than she truly thought, even you didn’t notice the intensity and meaning of his acts, of his true intentions, he was a man after all. if he had only met you before putting a ring on his current wife, it’d all be different. all of the regret that hits him whenever he’s at work smoking a cigarette, when laid in bed late at night and when he’s in the shower… if he only had met you before, you’d be his instead, but you didn’t know that precisely.

in the middle of the mother’s busy schedule, the sun had already set and still at work — and probably will be for the next few hours. you had time for yourselves to enjoy what you called a daddy and daughter night. wether it was to watch a movie, bake a batch of cookies, have him tutor you in a difficult matter from your class, hear you talk about college and the parties, and the boys — one topic he hated, one topic he got mad at you for no reason, so after that one day you decided to avoid it — or even cuddling, like he said that was a father-daughter thing — you believed it, since you did not know a father figure until him. this night, there was no plan yet.

“wanna watch a movie?” a suggestion arose from you, standing in front of the man, blocking his view of the tv that was turned on a random channel. his eyes flicked towards your own, with a sly smirk on his lips — where there had the scar you loved the most.

“sure, angel. whatever ya want.” toji always, without almost no exception, fulfilled every one of your wishes and desires. cheerfully and innocently, you grabbed the remote, putting down the glass of juice on the small table in front of the couch. moving yourself to sit next to him, more specifically quite exactly beside him — with your legs laying on top of his toned thighs, and his hand holding onto one of yours — as the man also kept an arm around your shoulders, assuring the difference of your sizes.

the movie was too dull for his tastes, only watching so to please you. what you did not know was how hard it was for him at that moment, you were unaware of how your legs brushed against his crotch, your exposed thighs covered by nothing but thin short shorts and wearing a cutesy tight white shirt. toji had never struggled this much, often being capable of disguising or staying calm — even playing a trick to get what he wants from you, playing dirty tricks and being unnoticed by you, who was often taken advantage of. he was on his limit, on the edge, he had to do something, and quickly. a simple squeeze on your skin, along with hips thrusting upwards only once, just to play off as a way of him adjusting his posture, and a lazy breathy grunt — with a hint of boredom — from him, was enough to cause a sudden curiosity and innocent worry on you. glancing at his face while in such a comfortable position, toji quickly noticed your nervousness, however pretended, like it was an act. afflict, you continued to watch the piece of film, overthinking just a tiny bit — a halfway roll of his eyes at the unsuccessful attempt of catching your attention fully. rubbing gently a spot close to the lower hem of the fabric of your shorts — sending shivers down your spine — finally enough to make something come out of your pouty lips.

“is it boring?” someone smart enough would definitely say you were playing dumb.

“nah, don’tcha worry ‘bout me.” a lower voice, deep down impatient. “come closer, y’re chilly.” lie, what a silly game he played, immediately pulling your body closer, basically seating you on one of his legs, toji’s arm wrapped around you in order to hold you still. gripping slightly on the inner of your closest thigh, courage was taking charge of the famine man. rubbing leisurely long lines across the one spot with his thumb, the cheeks of your face began to heat up unexpectedly.

“toji.” you impulsively called, not knowing what to say next.

“shh, pay attention to the movie, angel.” years of experience, he knew how to manipulate, how to control, how to play, how to seduce even the biggest bitch in the world and also the sweetest young girl too. the victim was you now, it had always been.

soft caressing on the side of your hips, the man’s lips found it’s way towards your vulnerable warm neck, softly pressing once and resting on the crook of it. your breathing immediately hitched and your disoriented legs carefully closed together, as the situation got way too confusing for you to understand how to deal with it. then, toji’s burning breath on your skin, your mouth slightly parted from wondering what to speak.

“wan’ you to keep a secret f’ me, can you do that, angel?” he was faster than you could form a single word.

“what do you mean?”

“jus’ answer, doll.” you gulped hard, shivering at the close intimacy of the moment, the constant breath and tightening of his grip. all there was to do was nod, your heart spoke louder than your mind. “m’sweet girl, knew I could count on ya.” his fingers were too broad and able to spread both your thighs somewhat apart, enough to have some space in order to lower your shorts to your ankles. you were resisting quite effortlessly, breathing loudly in false exasperation to at least defend later that you were trying to stay back. “keep watching the movie, don’t wanna ruin ya fun. jus’ don’tcha tell mommy, wouldn’t wan’her knowing ‘bout our daddy-daughter night.” biting onto your lower lip as toji left gentle pecks on your collarbones. attempting to keep your head directed to the images in front of the couch, but your eyes failed to stay completely open, especially after feeling his fingers brush against your upper-inner thighs — so close to where it burned — there was an immense urge to let out a moan, however it was suppressed by the own palm of your hand. he squeezed the skin, rubbing with a digit or two that same place, after leading the tip of his fingers to slide across your covered folds and nub — that was the peak of your restraint — barely finding the spot you longed for, he teased manipulatively to receive from you what he had in mind, just leading your body to keep grinding those hips, looking for friction.

“poor baby, let me help ya with that. can’t stop moving y’hips, my dirty girl.” pulling the fabric of your undies aside, exposing almost fully everything that was there to see. a wet spot beginning to form on his pants right where you sat on his thigh. what you did not expect was to have your burning be completely rejected, and then you perceived how both his hands snook under your shirt to grope your breasts, pulling it up to free them as well to his view. “did ya think I forgot about ‘em? gotta take good care of my princess.” your back pressed against the right side of his broad comforting chest, his chin by the side of your face, at a height where his lips almost touched your blushing ears. “skin’s so soft, y/n.” calling your name was a delicate subject, he’d always use nicknames instead. grazing with the tips of his digits, the erect nipples, a string of heat spreading all over your body.

“toji, is this okay?” pitiful to hear such a little voice come out of you, stop playing dumb.

“why ya calling my name out of a sudden, sweetheart? daddy jus’ making ya cozy, we’re watching the movie, ain’t that so?” purposefully drawing circles on your nipples over and over again after finishing the sentence. a whiny moan escaped your lips as an unconscious response.

“y-yes, daddy.” ashamed of yourself, legs shutting together but toji released one of your breasts and spread them apart once more.

“let’em open for me, okay?” they trembled in arousal as the man returned his hand to the sensitive nubs while you tried to keep your tone down. “why so quiet, angel? wanna hear yer pretty voice.” kisses on the side of your neck again, the tension building was more than enough to make you explode, to be on the verge of tears due to stimulation, on the verge of orgasming just by having your step-daddy play with your nipples. finally after engaging with the commentary by whining lowly, like a puppy, your shame was being slowly blown by the wind. toji, as the merciless man he is, began to play with your wet folds, scissoring them in a faint pace. “bet even this feels better than playing with yourself.” avoidant, you just ignored, the rejection of your clit was too overwhelming.

“toji, please.” begged, in vain.

“don’t know who’s that.”

“please, daddy, please.”

“what ya wan’, doll? use yer big girl words. don’t like me playing with ya little pussy? wanna do it yourself? like late at night in the bathroom? don’t ya think I can’t hear ya whining like the slutty princess you are?“

“don’t, don’t know what you’re talking about.” breathy gasping as toji finally made circled against your sensitive clit.

“y’er smarter than that, baby. come on, did only you fuck this pretty pussy or did any other boy do it for ya, huh?” a satiable moan came out of your mouth as the pace sped up, the wet sounds loudening. “i’d hate to know my princess got corrupted by those filthy boys. m’the only one who can do that.” your back arched, gripping onto his wrist as his girthy digits finally slid inside your heating pussy, devouring the two of them in a slightly painful yet pleasuring thrust — all while having some more attention paid to one of your nipples right from the start. “tell me, y/n, wanna know.”

“n’daddy, no one but you, daddy. promise, ‘m your girl.” whining with rolling eyes and a bite onto your lower lip as he fingered life out of you, with legs shaking and attempting to close but he did not let you.

“can tell, pussy so tight, g’nna stretch it right jus’ for me.” trembling moaning as toji found the spot — by experience it was easy for him to tell but there was full confirmation after having your whine echo around the room and last for solid few seconds. the spongy spot being hit by this fingers over and over again, legs failing to obey your mind. the man kissed your neck, exposed shoulders and kept playing with your nipple. the palm of his hand rubbing your clit occasionally so it was extra-stimulation in every possible way.

“daddy, g’nna cum, daddy.” curling his fingers with effort as your walls engulfed him in a hot embrace, hips lifting off his lap and keeping the pace still. he let you, toji allowed it to happen and it was enough to send you into oblivion — eyes closing and a flash of white light, your body jumped from the pleasure but he had pinned your quivering legs open as he fucked into your orgasm, making you squirt for the first time after all your last miserable tries, and a long whimpering humming moan that almost made you choke and gasp for air. god, how you wished to have done this a long time ago. with slicking fingers from your liquids, toji put them in his mouth and sucked them dry while you watched with heating body.

“ya a virgin, aren’tcha, y/n?” the whisper that sent shivers down your spine, he was not supposed to find out like this.

“what? what do you mean?”

“stop playing dumb, princess. can tell, you were so eager to cum, no slutty girl would act like that.” a smirk formed on his lips, the same one that you thought could kill and shatter you in pieces. “wan’ me to take care of that, little one?” the nickname made your heart skip a beat. fuck, how could you say no? that was all you ever wanted, you just never thought it would ever happen, so you nodded. “gon’ be real nice to you. promise, sweet girl.” embracing, he carried you to your bedroom in a leisure pace, not rushing — it had a purpose, to make you impatient, it worked — toji laid you down on the mattress, which was unusual for him to care so much about comfort when it came to sex — you were his precious doll, that was the reason why he changed so much.

“be gentle with me, please.” doe eyes, covering your breasts with your hands and legs laying to the side so gently, blushing arousal — how could he contain himself?

“ya not making it any better f’me like that, ya know. don’ tease me that much, or can’t be gentle with my angel.”

“sorry, daddy.” uou were a dirty whore in fact, no way you wanted to be treated all nice, you wanted to be treated like his fucking slut. toji watched you from a higher angle, there was even more evidence of how taller and wider he was than you — kind of intimidating, but exciting. the man leered and attacked your neck with kisses once more as leaving low moans, being above you. your sneaky hands held onto the hem of his pants, which drove him insane.

“can’t wait for daddy’s cock, huh? i’ll give it to ya, if ya so impatient.” taking it off, your shyness controlled you again and there he was, looking forward to break down your stupid dumb act. toji wore only his shirt and nothing more, noticing some pre-cum on his tip and how red his dick looked like. “wanna feel my doll’s pretty virgin pussy.” spreading your legs, dripping wet and pulsating cunt. pumping his shaft twice or thrice, toji then aligned himself with your entrance, supporting himself on the elbows by the side of your head and staring into your eyes. thrusting ever so calmly and careful — who would have thought — your mouth shaped like a small circle with a flinch of pain struck you, and he groaned at the sudden warmth.

“hm, hurts.” a whiny painful moan from you, having toji stop immediately.

“ya can take it, gonna be slow.” resuming his movements, you bit your lower lip and wrapped arms around his shoulders and legs around hips instinctively. his cock was bigger than what you could actually have, but he was dedicated in making it fit.

“daddy, hurts.” you repeated, whine and whine, throwing your head back but so fucking merciless at the thought that he was finally inside your walls and about to fuck the absolute shit out of your helpless self.

“wan’ ya to take daddy’s cock like the good girl you are.” whispering in your ear. “gotta make your pussy the perfect fit, ‘right? so we can play later, too.” received a hum back from you, finally going all the way in. toji pulled back and thrusted for the first time in a slight harsh but normal pace and it pained you, hugging him more and wrapping your already tight cunt around him. “fuck, angel, let me breath, you holding me so hard.” thrusting harsher, you whined louder.

“can’t daddy, t-too big.” pounding more, and more, until there was no intense pain left — an indescribable feeling began to overcome your senses — and now you moaned like earlier but needier. arching back, closed eyes, hugging and clenching. toji was overwhelmed by your delicious and arousing scent, your cuteness and seductiveness, the way you whined into his ears and called his name so lowly as his pace began speeding up and harshening.

“feels good, princess?”

“hm, so good! s-so good!” his ego just grew bigger, fucking your virgin cunt into lewdness, shaping it to perfection. groaning against your neck, a few drops of sweat forming against his forehead, his cock twitched and struggled to move back and forth from such squeezing of your gummy walls. as if things could not get better, the suddenness of finding such the most perfect spot was enough to send you over to the moon and provide an intensity of pleasure, toes curling, screaming moans as you came for the second or maybe even third time that night. after that, toji held onto your waist and gripped the skin there, making it easier to hold you still, in order to keep hitting that one spot he knew that from now on would get you addicted. your throat burned from whining, your back arched and legs trembled — it was too much for a virgin, but that was what you’d get for wanting toji fushiguro to fuck you.

“t’much, daddy.”

“wanted, now ya take it, doll.” sloppy pace, weak state, tears forming on the waterline as your whines overlapped each other, gasping for air and choking on it. toji had a warmth and closeness with you — even after saying that, he made you feel safe — his cock was no longer able to sustain much more, your squirt dripped down onto the sheets and proportionated wet sounds that mixed along with your skin slapping. his cock fitting all the way in, brushing the tip against your poor cervix. “y’re gonna take all m’cum inside, hear me?” that sensitive sensation forming on the belly again.

“yes, daddy, yes. give it t’me, give it, please!” stuttering a little in between moans, body jolting at each pound as immediately after, another orgasm took care of you. toji chuckled smugly, groaning for the last time before so suddenly shooting inside you, filling you to the brim, a white ring on the base of his cock as the man fucked his cum into you — shivering and crying from the immeasurable pleasure just now experienced. noticing the emptiness after taking it out, semen dripped out of your now destroyed cunt, along with a single drop of blood from your hymen breaking earlier. the view of your step-daddy’s lewd gaze over your fragile state, the heavy eyes and sweat was mesmerizing.

“pretty to see m’cum comin’ out of your pussy, angel… don’ tell ya mom I said that.”

yeah, she can never know her husband fucks his slutty step-daughter’s cunny every thursday and friday night, while she is out late working — maybe on mondays and tuesdays too, but she also doesn’t have to know that.

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ahsoka-its-all-of-us · 1 year

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Rewatching Bad Batch season 1 to prepare and you know I’m so glad that pretty much every single Star Wars media continues the tradition of putting children in the care of people who should really not be put in charge of a child

Like we had Obi-Wan and Anakin (and I guess we could count Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan/Anakin too, in a sense)

Anakin and Ahsoka

The Bad Batch and Omega

Kanan and Ezra

Obi-Wan and Leia

Din and Grogu

Literally the only people who got a child thrust upon them and didn’t mess it up somehow were Owen and Beru Lars, who managed to succeed in holding back the Skywalker bullshit for nineteen full years

#Star Wars #the bad batch #obi-wan kenobi #star wars rebels #the clone wars #the mandalorian #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #omega #leia organa #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #din djarin #grogu

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vnsux · 5 months

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‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 - jujutsu kaisen ☆‎‎‎‎ © vnsux

🌲 since it's december, lets celebrate the end of 2023 with a 25 day christmas prompt list. i was so excited to start writing for jujutsu kaisen, and i thought: what better way to begin than with festive fun, so here we are !

🌲 author's note. i'm currently on the fifteenth book. i will try my hardest to keep the characters, well, in character, but there are a few characters that i don't think i'm viable to write for, however i will do my best.

🌲 warnings. tba

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

day one. the first snowflake ↬ as fall ends and winter begins, the snow begins to fall. you watch the first snowflake hit the ground with megumi fushiguro day two. late nights and the fireplace ↬ you and kento nanami have a sweet chat by the fireplace, the room illuminated by the fire and the pretty moon day three. writing santa a letter ↬ you decide it's time to write your christmas list, so you drag yuji itadori to do it with you day four. building a snowman ↬ as the snow piles, you find that it is perfect for snowmen, and suguru geto builds one with you day five. christmas shopping ↬ you couldn't wait any longer to go christmas shopping, so you asked nobara kugisaki to help day six. sledding ↬ what's winter without sledding? but choso kamo clearly doesn't agree day seven. decorating the tree ↬ you just bought ordainments for the tree, and you beg toji fushiguro to help you decorate day eight. snow fort ↬ you once saw a video of a girl and her girlfriend building a snow fort, and had to show takuma ino so you could recreate it. day nine. ice skating ↬ toge inumaki shows you the free ice-skating program that opened today and decided to take you on a date day ten. christmas music ↬ you and satoru gojo dance and sing to some silly christmas songs day eleven. mistletoe ↬ you share your first kiss with yuta okkotsu day twelve. snowball fight ↬ yuji itadori attacks you, so you attack back! day thirteen. dressing up ↬ after watching frozen, you decide it's crucial to dress up as the main characters, much to kento nanami’s demise day fourteen. sleeping in ↬ nobara kugisaki takes care of you when you get sick day fifteen. gingerbread houses ↬ you find a gingerbread house recipe and make toge inumaki do it with you day sixteen. wrapping presents. ↬ you and maki zen'in stay up late to wrap presents together day seventeen. seeing the lights ↬ toji fushiguro takes you out to watch the christmas tree get lit day eighteen. snowed in ↬ the snow keeps you inside, so you and megumi fushiguro are stuck with eachother day nineteen. hot cocoa ↬ you make hot chocolate for yuta okkotsu and sit outside together. day twenty. christmas movies ↬ you and satoru gojo decide to spend the day watching movies, but you're too busy talking to pay attention day twenty one. christmas party ↬ throwing a christmas party with everyone! day twenty two. baking cookies [1/3] ↬ you bake santa's cookies, and ryomen sukuna... sorta helps day twenty three. eating cookies [2/3] ↬ you catch sukuna eating the cookies you just made. you just can't help yourself either day twenty four. baking cookies...again [3/3] ↬ after you and sukuna devoured the last batch, you have to make another, and this time they don't get eaten day twenty five. christmas day ↬ celebrating christmas with nobara, yuji, and megumi

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ by venus 📡#wip #chirstmas #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi fushiguro #nanami kento #yuji itadori #geto suguru #nobara kugisaki #choso kamo #toji fushiguro #takuma ino #toge inumaki #gojo satoru #yuta okkotsu #maki zenin #ryomen sukuna

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versegm · 1 year

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Berserker is laser-focused as they set the building blocks on top of another. The tower is nothing fancy- batches of three blocks set on top of one another- but the result is getting rather tall. It reaches Rin’s hip now, and Berserker shows no sign of stopping.

Which begs the question: “What are you doing.”

Berserker barely spares her a glance. “It’s Jenga! I found it in your basement.”

“Jenga?” The word sounds foreign on her tongue.

“It’s a game.” They explain. “You build a tower, then everyone takes a block out, one by one. The one who makes the tower collapse loses.”

Ah, this does ring a bell, yes. Fuzzy memories of playing as a child float in Rin’s head. She stopped being a child a long time ago, though. “Aren’t you a bit old for such games?”

“There’s no age to play around and have fun!” Berserker nods to themselves. “You can’t be serious all the time. Even if everything is on fire and the world is crumbling away, you need to be a little silly at times. There’s no way you’ll be able to stay sane otherwise.”

“I am not taking advice on sanity from you.” She states plainly. “And it’s still embarrassing to see a grown adult-” She pauses. “… wait, how old are you again?” The scars make them look ancient, but their body itself doesn’t seem much older than her.

“I am older than nineteen.”

She narrows her eyes. “That’s a weird way to say it.”

“I don’t have any answer more specific than that.”

Oooh boy. It’s a Berserker Moment™. Rin hates when that happens. Why must they always make the simplest things needlessly complicated? “What year were you born in?”

“1999.”

“And what year did you die in?”

“2026.”

“So you’re twenty-seven.” A decade older than her, then. That’s plenty old-

“Not really. There were a lot of years between 1999 and 2026.”

… “Yes. Twenty-seven of them. That’s how time works.” Do they… not… know? How to do math? They’re a modern-day servant, they shouldn’t have any problem doing basic additions.

They snort. “Maybe for you. Time is a river you’re floating in. Meanwhile I left on the shore and I got completely lost.”

Wow. The metaphor was so clear it looped right back to being confusing. “This is stupid and makes no sense.” She says plainly.

Berserker hums, then turns back to their work. “This tower. It’s linear, isn’t it? It goes in only one direction, from bottom to top.”

The subject change is so sudden Rin doesn’t know how to react. “…Yes?”

“This piece,” they point at a darker block towards the top “is after this one down there. This is an immutable fact of this tower. So long as you perceive the tower like a tower, this block will come after this one.”

“Are you actually going somewhere with this, or?”

Berserker sideeyes her. “You’re terrible at listening, aren’t you? I know you’re prideful in your way of life, but if you try to force that worldview on everyone else, you will only alienate yourself from others.”

“I’m sorry?” What the fuck. That came out of nowhere?! “Need I remind you who you Master is? You can’t just- ”

“Time is like Jenga.” They continue, blatantly ignoring her. “To you, it’s a tower. It’s linear. It’s coherent. There are twenty-seven years between 1999 and 2026. My death happened after I was born. Nothing can exist prior to being created.”

Their tone is even and casual. Their shoulders are relaxed. Their behavior is calm and collected. Nothing about them indicates violence.

She doesn’t even see them swipe. One moment, the tower is there, and the next the building blocks are flying across the room.

“But,” they continue, standing among the scattered remains of time, “this is what time is to me.”

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pizza-writes · 1 year

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Worried

A Bad Batch one shot

Summary: When y/n is injured, they try to hide the severity of it, causing the boys to panic when it’s worse than they realized.

Pairings: None. Implied attraction to Hunter because, well, he’s hot.

Warnings: SFW. Broken bone, nausea, passing out. Doctor Tech. Comforting Wrecker. Also Guilty Wrecker. Comforting Hunter. Sassy Crosshair. Concerned Hunter. You know—the necessities of a hurt/comfort oneshot.

Word count: 2.5k

Disclaimer: this was originally posted on my other account @thereforepizza

if there’s anything else y’all see that needs tagged, please lmk and I’ll gladly tag it here !

Consciousness stirred you awake with a hesitant hand. You groaned, setting both feet on the floor and rubbing your eyes. If there were ever a day you wished you might forget, yesterday was it, yet the memory came back to you in an instant. The darkness. A shuttering breath. One mistake after another.

You made your body move, though each sore, aching muscle protested. With an effort, you got to your feet. Your right leg gave out. Cool, metal floor boards slapped your hands. Your lips loosed a whimper. Shaky, you got up, and a hand found the far wall for balance.

You caught your breath, wincing.

The next attempt to stand on two feet left you grimacing, acid rising from your stomach. This nausea plagued you from the moment of your injury. When you had risen from your place under the stones, you had instantly lost the contents of your stomach. This struck the entire squad by surprise because you possessed a stomach of steel. They brought you back to the ship and you passed out the moment your head hit the pillow of the lowest bunk. It wasn't your bunk, you realized, but nobody cared. The last thing you remembered was seeing the look of concern in Tech's eyes your focus waned. Looking back, it takes a lot to get Tech frazzled, so something must have been wrong.

Something was very wrong.

As your mind raced, your heart begged to be with the batchers. Something in your soul could sense that you needed to get their attention. If not that, then at least be near them. Tech could fix you. Hunter could comfort your fears. Wrecker could distract you. Crosshair… well, he might not appear to care, but you knew he’d want to do something.

You tried to stand again without being as gentle. Perhaps the mundane ache would be drowned out if you experienced something sharp and quick. You pushed against the wall and tears blinded you. You found your footing. Caught your breath. Fighting the urge to cry out, you limped through the cabin of the Marauder.

Every step made you sicker. Your fists balled at your sides. The pain was masked by numbness and an ache that crept clear to your shoulders as you moved. Perhaps your reaction was dramatized… Pride donned the poker face you plastered on as you sauntered into the cockpit. A last second call said they didn't need to see you wimping out on them.

"That's precisely my interpretation of the data, Hunter. We will deplete our stock of supplies in..." Tech trailed off, squinting at your newly arrived form. You nodded a greeting and found a seat, uncomfortably aware of the four sets of eyes on you.

"Go on,"

Tech adjusted his goggles. “You should be resting.”

"I'm not wasting that much energy, am I?"

He frowned at you, then at his beloved data pad. "We will deplete our supplies in two weeks. It is time we return to Kamino to regroup and restock any items that are low in our inventory."

"How long has it been?" Hunter glanced at you.

"According to each solar—"

"A long time," you hummed. You leaned forward on your elbows in an attempt to distract your mind. "I estimate two and a half months."

Tech paused, gears grinding. “You are almost correct. Two months and nineteen days. How'd you know that?"

A shrug and tilt of your head. “Good internal clock."

"My internal clock says we've been gone for forever!" Wrecker leaned back in his chair and you swore you heard it creak. "I almost lost track a how many successful missions we've done. Don’t you worry, though. It’s twenty-nine.”

Your hand slipped to a fresh bruise on your forearm.

“If it hadn’t been for someone’s recklessness, we would have had thirty.”

Wrecker’s voice sounded strained. “Shut up, Crosshair. It was an accident!”

You stood atop a hut raining hell on the droids around you. The mission’s end was in sight. The town’s liberation close at hand.

“Sure.” Crosshair’s voice turned cool. “But accidents happen when you’re too reckless.”

Boom

Hunter hushed them. “That’s enough, Cross. Arguing about it won’t change what happened.”

Misfire from a destroyed cannon did its job. The surface dissolved under you. Your fall was brief. Wrecker lifted a wall from you only minutes later. When you stood, the world danced, and not in a pleasant way. You threatened to shoot Tech when he tried to look over you for injuries. You pushed away Wrecker’s attempts at apology—claiming he had nothing to do with it even if he was the catalyst. On your way back to the shuttle your mind replayed a single, wistful phrase: ‘I’m not hurt.’

"How you holding up?"

You looked at Hunter. His eyes bored into yours. The question was aimed at you.

He let out a deep breath. “Thought we’d lost you there for a minute."

Your frown traveled to take in each of the batchers. They shared the same expression: concern. It sent you curling up into your seat.

“I was thinking.”

"I do not wish to alarm you…” Tech hesitated and looked at Hunter.

"You look sick. Your face is pale." Crosshair leaned forward. His serious tone made your heart drop.

Wrecker sat up. “You good, y/n?”

Your trademark tough shell shifted. "Wh—what?"

"Are you okay?" Hunter got up and closed the distance between you. "Be honest. Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, Sarge.”

The look in his eye spoke enough for you to admit defeat. Of course he would know. He could probably smell the blood.

"I believe it is necessary to examine you further.” Tech’s message was stately. You stood no chance arguing. "Crosshair, please take the controls.”

An extended hand grounded your scattered mind. You glanced up at Hunter. "Where we going?"

"To the back. Tech wants to check you."

"I uh… I heard that.” You hopped to your feet and everything went black.

You drew a sharp breath. The bunk above you shadowed your eyes. Head foggy, you took in the room. Hunter leaned against the wall, arms folded, scowl engrained in the skull adorning his face. Unmoving, he studied the floor.

You motioned to move and Hunter whispered. "Stay there, y/n."

He passed over to the bunk and pushed your feet back to the middle of the bunk before your mind caught up. The wealthy of Coruscant were more in tune with their surroundings than you. You bid your eyes close, and sleep greeted you again with far softer arms.

You awoke to the sound of two distant voices.

"She will need more rest, but we cannot wait to set it."

"Do you know how to do that?"

A beat. "I have read extensively on the topic. I have never needed to preform the operation, but I believe my knowledge is sufficient."

"Then do it. I reckon you'll need more local anesthetics?"

"No need. The supplies from this med-kit will work."

A sigh. Hunter’s voice softened. “Please don't get this wrong, Tech."

"They will be okay. Don't worry."

His gentle hand pushed your shoulder and you drew a breath, slowly coming from a sleep you didn’t know you’d fallen into. A frown mushed your face.

"Good morning, y/n.” Hunter hummed with a smile in his voice.

Your lips failed to formulate an intelligent reply, so you mumbled your similar return.

"Since we don’t have the right equipment, we need you to be awake so we can test these pain killers. Once we're sure they work, you can relax."

You nodded. "What is it?"

"You broke your... Tech, which bone is it?"

"The Tibia,"

"You broke your Tibia. Shin bone. We need to reset the bone so it doesn’t fuse wrong on the way back to Kamino."

"Do you feel this, y/n?"

A moment of confusion was followed by your looking down at Tech. He pressed on your exposed shin with a couple gloved fingers. The pressure didn't cause any reaction, but the sight of your wounded leg did. Fascinated, you wanted to touch it.

"No, no—lay back down." Hunter pushed you back onto the bed.

"Do you feel this?" You frowned down at Tech, wondering why he'd repeat his question when it struck you. His hand rested on another part of your leg. Satisfied, he turned to his datapad.

"I don't feel any of that. Is that bad?"

"Quite the opposite."

You caught Hunter’s shoulders relax. He turned to you and you met his eyes without a sound. A reassuring smile crossed his lips and you caught yourself thinking about just how handsome this man was. It took a moment to pull you back. Then you heard what he was saying to you.

"You can relax. We'll take it from here."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You were already embracing the darkness. A long time passed, you couldn't be sure how long. When you finally came to, you found yourself drifting away again. This became common until one time, you were able to hold onto a relative instance of consciousness. The dim room shifted as you sat up and scooted to lean your back against the wall.

This was not the Marauder.

Slow eyes scanned the disastrous room, hesitating on the fresh tally marks carved into the wall. They moved to the droid head on a table in the center of the space where Tech and Hunter sat. Eventually your gaze drifted to the pile of dirty blacks and then to the window that was pelted with large raindrops. You hadn't been on Kamino in a long time.

"Glad to see you awake.” Hunter greeted you, setting aside the armor he had been polishing.

"It hasn't been two weeks already, has it?" You noted that Crosshair and Wrecker were gone. "Tech said two weeks."

"It's been three days actually," he moved to lean over your... his bed. Resting his arm on the wall above the rather large alcove, he looked down at you. From there he went into the lame-man’s explanation of your surgery. It wouldn’t take long to heal, so the squad would head out in a few short rotations.

"The operation would have gone better if you were transparent about the extent of your injury." Tech had both elbows resting on the table and he looked up from the data pad in hand. He paused, eyes darting to the side. "On a… similar note: I should have recognized the symptoms immediately. Nausea and fatigue following a traumatic event are trademark symptoms of serious injury. I assumed that you were exhausted from the mission or perhaps angry at Wrecker. Had I been more thorough..."

"Hey.” You waited until his eyes met yours. "Don't blame anyone. We’re not gonna start that. I’m not upset at you for anything because it was out of your control. You were respecting my wishes to be left alone.”

A heavy sigh left his lips and he bobbed his head in agreement. "My apologies. When you fell in that building I knew it had to be worse than you let on."

Hunter frowned. "None of us realized how bad it was till you passed out in the cockpit."

Your chest grew heavy. "I'm sorry. I should've been more forthright."

"We forgive you. I want you to know that we care, y/n." You found Hunter's dark eyes. "Please tell us next time if you need help."

A beat followed before you nodded. "I will."

A minute later, the door hissed open and in came Wrecker shoving Crosshair. The sniper punched him in the gut and Wrecker grunted, swinging again. Cross dodged it easily. Hunter coughed pointedly. They both paused, staring your way. An enormous smile struck Wrecker and he clamored over to you like a little kid. Your entire body was buried in huge arms.

"How are you doing, y/n?" He held you at arms length and looked at you, brows stitched together. "I was worried sick!"

"I'm doing good, Wreck. I am pretty tired though." You stole a glance at Crosshair who stood near the door toothing a toothpick. "Apparently I have a good poker face.“

The sniper huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smile. You turned back to the large man who moved next to Hunter. His arms crossed and you caught a look come over him. His shoulders were a little more slouched than normal and after his initial reaction to seeing you, his brows furrowed at the ground.

“It’s come to my attention that there’s a bit of guilt going around you boys,” you said, trying not to directly aim your words at any of them. “But I want you to know that fretting over the past won’t make anything change. It won’t fix me. You know what will? Good vibes and a decent breakfast.”

Hunter smiled at them. “What do you say, boys? One of you wanna grab ‘em some grub?”

Wrecker whooped in approval and the others followed him to the door while Hunter stayed behind. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"You not going to eat?"

He shook his head. "I ate before they got up."

You hummed.

Steady raindrops filled the silence that ensued. The empty look in Hunter's eyes drew your observance. He stared at nothing, all the while looking at the galaxy. Those were the eyes of a burdened leader. You wondered if he knew he did this from time to time.

"Are you okay?"

The light reignited in his eyes and he turned his focus to you. "I will be,"

"Oh?" You raised an eyebrow. “What's up?"

He hesitated, eyeing the floor. "Just... when you passed out? I haven't lost any of my brothers in this squad. For a second, I thought I was going to lose you. I've never really let myself think about that before."

The expression on his face when you had woken a few days ago spoke a novel when paired with those words. Every mission that went well grew confidence in the boys. You saw this consistently. That confidence probably shattered the moment they realized one of them could get hurt. Did all of them feel the same fear?

That image made your heart race. You imagined their reaction when you failed to hide your pain. The thought of their worry plagued you. It was... mortifying.

"But you made it," he whispered. “And you're alright."

"I am,"

It took half an hour for the others to return. When they did, you found yourself watching them in a new light. Truly, these boys were different. You knew you'd be in good hands while you recovered from this inconvenient injury. The best part was that you'd have four... well, three really caring clones to keep your spirits up as you did so.

//~//~//

Thanks for reading!

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Q. Have you ever broken a bone? If so, would you be interested in sharing the story?

A. Nope! I've been close a time or two, but I have yet to break any bones

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hxzxrdous · 1 year

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Hi! I really liked the we have each other again story. I was wondering if you could do an alternate timeline in the story when reader and lesso don’t have their reunion until later when reader is an adult. But readers going through their villain era and returns to try and destroy lessos life bc they’ve been angry for so long. But like after they have a fight they have a happy ending. Sorry if it’s worded weird it’s hard to put it into text😭

Eeeeek, thank you for the request and I hope I did it some justice :333 😩 </333

Lady Lesso x daughter!reader

TW: Angst, hurt/comfort, some fluff

FEELINGS NEVER LIE

First your biological parents didn't want you and then you moved from a foster family to another foster family. You started thinking that you might be a problem and not them.

Until you came to the next couple - The Jones'. They were extremely kind the first few months, after they adopted you however, their masks came undone. They took advantage of your situation just so they could get their monthly payment, just so they could provide for their own six kids while your needs were completely neglected. On top of that you had to help with the kids and the farm work. They even made you discontinue your school by the time you were fourteen years old. You started working in a nearby market place in the square, selling the crops of vegetables and batches of bread from your farm.

And you waited.

And you hoped. You hoped that your parents will come back to you once you turn an adult.

Maybe you were a burden and you wouldn't be a burden now that you'll become an adult?

But you knew in your heart, they'll never come and get you. They never sent a single letter. Perhaps they just didn't care? Perhaps they were dead? You didn't know which possibility was worse. The latter one?

Your 18th birthday was getting closer, day by day. And you were hoping that maybe, just maybe... you real parents were on the way, thinking of you, coming to save you. But they never were.

Then you turned eighteen. And nothing happened. Then you turned nineteen and then twenty and twenty one.

You lost all hope. You stopped caring. Maybe it was meant to be for you to rot in this godforsaken place.

You wanted to escape the farm and Gavaldon. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't. Like a magnet pulling you back. Until that one day.

It was a warm spring day. Easter. Your 'siblings' were running around, playing on the backyard after you hid the easter eggs that they coloured it the day before.

"Don't hit your sister, Adam." You pointed to the blonde kid. "Stop stealing the eggs from your sister, Meredith." You ordered the youngest one. "Come inside, it's getting dark!" You yelled out of the window.

"Alright, Ambrose, I see you found the most eggs," you kneeled infront of the freckled child. "Your seven eggs..." you held out the basket as Ambrose put the eggs inside, "for my seven chocolate eggs," you pointed to the bowl with the chocolate eggs. After the kids exchanged their eggs you walked back outside. You haven't finished the laundry yet and your 'parents' wouldblet you go to sleep only until after you finished all the chores.

You just hung the bed sheet on the string when you fell to the floor from surprise as it started moving in the wind. It took you a couple of seconds to figure it out there wasn't any wind at all and suddendly the air around you got colder.

"Y/N Jones," a voice came from behind the bed sheet, so you lifted it up, only to see a man standing right infront of you.

"Excuse me sir, you shoul- How do you know my name?" You tilted your head.

"I finally found you, my child, I've been searching for you," the man spoke, despite his icy voice, you couldn't help but feel warm inside.

"F- father?" Your eyes widened and you froze as he nodded. You immediately knew he was your dad. Feelings never lie. But he felt so frightening. Maybe because you didn't know how it felt to have a parent. Maybe because the feeling was so different.

"What about my mother?" You asked, your voice shaky. "She left you. Her career as a Dean was more important." The man spoke. "You love me? Can you take me away from this place?" You asked. You waited for this moment for such a long time.

"Actually, I have another plan..."

As he continued speaking, you felt a burning fire in your heart. He told you all about your mother, how she hated you, he told you about some School for Good and Evil. He convinced you to take you there and apply for a job as a Never professor. It was time for revenge. Your mother will have to dance on your tune.

It was your first day at the school. You taught Special Talents. You knew how to deal with group of kids already, so it wasn't hard for you to control the class full of hormonal teenagers. You heard about the Doom Room that the students were sent to. You learned how she hated the students. She hated children. No surprise she left you. She was cruel and vile.

A few days later you were making rounds through the dormitories when you walked by Lady Lesso's office. You peaked through the slightly opened door and you noticed Lady Lesso behind her desk. Professor Bilious Manley showed you the Mimicry spell the other evening and you quickly learned it yourself. So you stepped inside... as none other than Lady Lesso.

"You." You grinned as she noticed you. "Me? You?" Lady Lesso was confused as never. "What is this some sort of joke?" She barked. "I'm you, Leonora. Your conscious." You replied, sitting down on the chair, playing with her stuff on the desk and looking down at the papers she was grading.

"Mmm, so much red. You aren't doing a really great job as a professor, Leonora," you raised an eyebrow. "I-" Lesso let out a deep sigh. "Does the Doom Room even help? You drag the students inside when they are failing. Perhaps you deserve the Doom Room too?" You smirked. She was quiet. The usually load woman was speechless. "You aren't failing as just a professor though. You are failing as a Dean. Not once did Evil defeat the Good." You continued, standing up, walking around her desk. You stood right next to her, leaning down. "You failed as a mother." You whispered in her ear, backing away later.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head. "N- no- T- that was Raf-" when she paused, noticing you didn't have a cane like she did. "Who are you?!" She turned towards you when you revealed yourself. "Ms Jones, explain yourself-" Lady Lesso sneered. "Well, dear mother... Father told me everything." You turned towards the door when she stopped you. "Rafal? No, YOU listen to me now, Y/N." She stood up. "Whatever he told you... was a lie. He's a manipulative asshole, I bet he didn't even tell you his name."

You stopped in your tracks, thinking for a moment. "It doesn't mat-" "But it does. Y/N, he took you away from me when he found out I was trying to hide you from him. He's abusive. He's cold. He's evil. Did you even trust him when you first saw him? Feelings never lie, Y/N." Your mother tapped her cane standing up. You looked at your mother. And when you looked at her... you felt loved and safe. "Feelings never lie?" You repeated and immediately grabbed onto her, hugging her. "My, my, you have grown into such a beautiful young woman, my darling." The redhead whispered as she held you close. "I'm sorry." The older woman's voice shook with sadness and happines. Proper childhood was stolen from you. You were stolen from her. You were both grieving. And now she finally found you. And this time, she'll never let go of you.

#lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #the school for good and evil #sge #sge netflix #sge fanfiction

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Comfortember Day 19

Loved Ones

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Vision

They haven’t really had enough time to talk about it, but Hunter still wonders, sometimes, what the others think of her. She’s young and small and kind of adorable, even if she’s a nightmare of a headache, too. She’s their only sister, and having to take care of someone else is… difficult, though it isn’t as though he hasn’t taken care of his brothers their entire lives. It’s nothing new to Hunter, though he can’t expect her to be able to return it like he can his brothers.

Crosshair is the one he’s most uncertain about. They all care about her – of course, they do. She’s their sister and she wants them – but she’s their youngest now. Hunter has no issue with not constantly being the oldest – it’s lonely sometimes – and Hunter’s still the one in charge, so it really changes nothing. Crosshair… always used to be the youngest, until Vision came, and now he’s just… not. They didn’t know, didn’t have much time to prepare. It was so unexpected.

“What do you think about her?” he asks, sitting on the edge of Crosshair’s bunk next to him. Vision and Wrecker are curled up sleeping together, and Tech is working on some of Echo’s mechanics.

Crosshair leans into his side automatically. “Mm,” he says, thoughtful, just watching her. “She’s a nightmare.”

Hunter laughs. “Yeah, she is.” He’s still caught the looks his little brother throws his way sometimes though, and he wants to know what they mean, what’s upsetting him. “Are… you alright with her?”

Crosshair shifts a little, looking at him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. That’s why I asked.”

Crosshair glances at the others, then shifts closer enough that their shoulders touch. “It’s stupid.”

He doesn’t quite know if he should push or not, but Crosshair will talk if he needs to.

“It’s… different for Vision,” he says finally, “Like it is with Echo.”

“Yeah,” Hunter agrees, “But they’re still a part of our squad, and we’ll get used to them.”

Crosshair presses up against his side, lowering his head to his shoulder, and Hunter slides his arm around him. They’re in armor and all, so it’s not that comfortable, but it’s them, and it’s Crosshair, so he doesn’t care. “Not used to having a kid,” Crosshair says after a heartbeat.

“You’ll learn,” Hunter tells him. “In a couple years, she’ll be out there with us.” She’s only two years younger than they are, and she’ll no doubt be out as soon as she’s old enough. That will be… tricky.

It occurs to him, fleetingly, for maybe the first time, that between Vision’s chaos and Echo’s presence, Hunter hasn’t had nearly as much time to spend with the other three. Probably, that’s what’s bothering Crosshair, as opposed to anything else, and it’s probably bothering Tech, too. Wrecker has a way of drawing attention to himself, and he’s been with Vision most of the time, so he probably hasn’t had much time to think about it.

That’s… okay. It’s something they can deal with then they go back to the fronts, and Vision won’t even be with them anymore.

They’ll have all the time in the world to make up for it.

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starqueensthings · 1 year

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The Bad Batch Things That Live Rent Free in my Head: A Series.

Part Nineteen

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buryustogether · 2 years

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claim your prize

bad batch x reader

1.0k words

warnings: implied poly relationship, sexual tension, gun and knife mention, implied smut at end

author’s note: just a quick little drabble i wrote at work to flex the old writing skills

You heard them before you saw them.

Even the lifeless, durasteel walls of the Kamino cloning facility aren’t enough to muffle the sounds of your squad as they holler and laugh, celebrating no doubt. A small smirk pulls at the corners of your lips. Maker knows they have every right to be so cheerful; today they lived up to their ‘100% success rate’ status, leaving nothing in their wake but disassembled droids and the relieved civilians whose village had been minutes from being destroyed.

Oh, your boys were something special. They were a force of nature together and separated, a hurricane of their own through thunder and rain, to the hot sands and sun beating on their backs. Nothing stopped them. Nothing would even dare. No one had ever been so bold as to stand up to them and make them halt in their tracks, bow at their feet and remind them just who was in charge.

Except for you.

As the general of Clone Force 99, it was your job to keep your men in line - no one had ever done it before. Countless Jedi had come before you, and abandoned their roles because, as they put it, “They just can’t be controlled.”

But you had always been up for a challenge.

They had been everything they were said to be: hardheaded, stubborn, disobedient. But not with you. Oh, no, with you, they were everything but the above. The were sweet, and gentle, and hung on your every word. You had each and every one of them wrapped around your fingers, and you knew without a second thought any one of them would fall to their knees at your command.

Your boys were something special.

Your footfalls were but taps on the floor as you approached their quarters, robes tucked tight around your form. There were no other clones or Kaminoians walking around this late, all soundly asleep in their own rooms. No one in their right minds would waste precious sleep on a night like this, when the storm outside was tranquil and the waters were calm.

Perhaps you were out of your mind.

But you loved it either way.

With a precautious glance over your shoulder, you stopped in front of their door and keyed in the set of numbers they’d given to you when this all began. The door slid open on its track and you stepped into the frame, eyes flickering keenly across the room.

The five brothers perked at the sound of the door on its track, each stopping their task at hand. Wrestling, weapon cleaning, tech repairs - it all stopped when you entered the doorway.

Like the soldiers they were, they sprang into form, knights at your beck and call. They lined up into arrow-straight lines on either side of the door frame, backs tall, eyes facing forward, hands relaxed at their hips. What marvelous sights, each and every one of them.

Folding your arms behind your back, you smiled again. You decided not to let them ease just yet; you so loved to keep them on their toes. “You boys did good today,” you told them as you slowly entered the room. They said nothing as you trailed before them, held captive by your command. “Another successful mission. That makes it what, now… over one hundred?”

There came a small, barely-there clearing of a throat to your right, and you tilted your head to face Tech. Your look alone gave him permission to speak.

“Approximately one hundred-nineteen, General,” he said, gaze still trained on the wall across the room.

You gave a hum and turned to face him. His brothers watched from the corners of their eyes, but didn’t dare break their form. “Always such a clever little clone,” you said, reaching out to take his chin between your thumb and finger. The irony in your words was not hard to find; you constantly had to crane your neck up to speak to him. But that didn’t matter right now. “Always such a smart boy for me, aren’t you?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yes, General.”

You hummed your approval, then switched your gaze to the Sargent standing at the end of the line. You again raised your hand to trace the curves and lines of his tattoo with your finger. You could have sworn he shuddered under your touch.

The only thing keeping these clones from pouncing on you here and now was your command. As much as you knew they wanted to, they could not. Your word would set them free; but not yet.

You walked yourself deeper into their barracks, gaze sweeping over their living space. A Firepuncher rifle. Unfinished blueprints, guns, knives, a plush Tooka. Evidence and proof of them; pure, and unwavering them.

“You boys are remarkable - truly.” You began to undo your dark robe and tossed the garment onto the work table. You felt their eyes watching you, gazes like hawks. “And I think you deserve a reward for your hard work.”

Hands plucking at your tan tunic, you hopped up onto the edge of the table and swung around to face them. Your legs parted and you spread them wide, then leaned back to brace yourself on your hands. “Who would like to claim their prize first?”

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