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im-no-jedi · 1 year

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my final predictions (and desires) for TBB season 2 finale

whelp. it’s finally time. wish I could say I’m handling this well, but I very much am not haha. feels like yesterday we were watching Spoils/Ruins of War (and it definitely blows my mind remembering they premiered back in January), and here we are, finally at The Summit/Plan 99. AKA the only episodes not screened to anyone outside of the production team 😰

I’m gonna be real, so far this season has gone in directions that I could’ve only dreamed of. it doesn’t feel real tbh. I say in the most affectionate and complimentary way possible that this season feels straight out of a fanfic (there’s even been plot points and elements from my own fic series that have already happened ROFL). everything feels like it’s going in a certain direction.

and I think we’re in for a pleasant surprise.

up until this point, we’ve seen TBB go through multiple struggles, all the way back to Aftermath, when the boys had to endure Order 66. they went on the run from the Empire. they lost Crosshair. they had no source of income (until meeting Cid). they lost Kamino (and almost died in the process). Omega was put in extreme danger on many different occasions. Echo left the team. and they never found a place to call home outside of the Marauder.

Pabu was a turning point for them. they literally had everything they ever wanted placed gently into their laps. it’s almost too perfect.

there’s only one problem.

the family is incomplete.

Crosshair was the first to go. then Echo. and even though the rest seem to want to stay together on Pabu, would they really? Tech has a love interest now. Wrecker has more things to do on Pabu than ever before. even Omega has a new friend outside of her brothers now. and Hunter... well he can finally chill for more than two seconds, heaven knows that poor man must have shoulders tighter than a rusted screw 😝

the point is, they’re beginning to separate. and let me be very clear that I think this is a good thing. it’s good for families, no matter how close they are, to do their own things outside of everyone else. my own family is as close as can be, and it’s been hard for us to separate at times (it’s actually something we’ve only implemented into our lives in the past few years). but it’s healthy and something I encourage all families to do.

but that’s not the point here. because even though Echo choosing to leave was something the others approved of, clearly it’s had repercussions.

and I would argue that we’ve been seeing those repercussions since the very beginning.

anyone remember back in TCW when Clone Force 99 was introduced as having a 100% success rating? it was even restated again in Aftermath, when Wrecker makes another notch on the wall of their barracks.

now, how has their track record been since leaving the Empire? I think it was made pretty clear at the beginning of season 2, and again in Entombed, that their missions have been less than successful. and yes, it could be accredited to the fact that they don’t have the same provisions that the Republic gave them. but I think it goes deeper than that.

what’s the (1) thing they lost that they haven’t gotten back yet? the (1) thing they had during TCW that was lost the moment they left the Empire.

Crosshair.

let’s go back to the end of season 1 real quick. did anyone else literally jump out of their seat and cheer like someone at a sports game when the five boys were fighting off those droids? you know, the only time since Aftermath that the full TBB theme started playing? yeah. that scene was done in direct juxtaposition to the fight against the same exact droids shown in Aftermath. it was done to show us what we’ve known since first seeing them in TCW.

they work best together.

they need each other.

I shouldn’t even have to speak on Crosshair’s behalf here. we’ve seen his journey, we know he’s finally realized he made a mistake. and he’s even resigned himself to a life of torture in an effort to keep his family safe (oh my poor heart 😭💔). some people think he’s going to sacrifice himself to save everyone in the end, but someone already wrote up a post about that (which I 100% agree with) that should dispel any of those thoughts.

so therein lies my top prediction for the end of this season. they’ve gotten the message from Crosshair. they know there are other Clones on Mount Tantiss. so the main goal for the end of this season is going to be them going to Tantiss and rescuing the Clones imprisoned there, including Crosshair. I would even argue that TBB’s personal main goal will be rescuing Crosshair above all else.

now several things are going to happen in the process of this. since the Empire is looking for Omega to use against Nala Se, her getting captured has to happen at some point. several people think this is going to happen near the very end, during Plan 99. but I have a different thought.

due to several screenshots from The Summit being posted on official social media, we have a slight idea of certain events. and this shot here is what interests me the most.

this looks like they’re trying to escape. Tech and Echo are in the back looking at something (maybe trying to get something working?), while Wrecker and Hunter are at the door looking at Omega, who is in front and has her bow out. notice that although Wrecker and Hunter are holding weapons, they don’t have them pointed out like Omega does. it looks like they’re trying to tell Omega to come back with them.

I’m going to propose that this is where she gets taken. Omega has placed herself in this vulnerable position in an effort to protect her brothers. up until now, they’ve been the ones protecting her. she’s felt like a burden to them (as she admitted to Echo). and we’ve been shown (and told) that she’s now gotten to a level of skill that can at least put her in a more equal place with her brothers.

so I think she’s going to take after her dad big brother and pull a self-sacrifice here so that the boys can get away. she’ll be taken to Tantiss, and the boys will have to rescue her, along with Crosshair and the other Clones.

this is what Plan 99 will be.

in other words, Plan 99 is going to be about getting the band back together.

and due to some implications from Michelle Ang herself, I believe whatever happens on Tantiss is going to be what gets TBB to join Echo in rescuing other Clones going forward.

now, I’ve been very open about how much I do not want TBB to have anything to do with the Rebellion. I’ve been wanting them to have a Pabu type life since the very beginning. but much like the rest of the characters, my eyes have been opened to the truth of the matter. the Clones need help. and I’m ok with that.

there’s no denying my personal feelings about the Clones as characters. for many years, they’ve arguably been my favorite aspect of SW, period. only Darth Vader himself beats them out in terms of how much I love them LOL. so to have this very specific plot point of “the Clones need help” versus the Rebellion’s “the Empire needs to be taken down” is what makes the difference for me. I don’t want them to fight the Empire. but I will be a-ok if they decide to join Rex and Echo in helping to save other Clones.

also! this sets up a good story for the rest of the series! they even have a super safe and private island paradise to bring rescued Clones to if they need to! 👀

so yeah, tl;dr the season finale is going to be about TBB planning to rescue Crosshair and the other Clones from Mount Tantiss, Omega getting captured in the process, and the entire group realizing they can do more and decide to help rescue more Clones going forward. also, Pabu becomes a safe haven for them to return to whenever they need it, as well as a place to bring Clone refugees to. that’s all the stuff I’m positive is going to happen anyway.

there’s one other thing that I think is going to happen, but it’s honestly more so a desire than a certainty. I’ve talked about it before and even made several posts about it. but I really, really, REALLY believe the Clone X project is secretly the beginnings of the Death Trooper program. and I think TBB are going to be the templates for it. again, this is more so a desire than anything else! and I’m more certain about the Clone X aspect of it at least. but... wouldn’t it be cool if TBB were what the Death Troopers were based off of?? tell me I’m not the only one who thinks so 🤩😂

alright, ok, last thing I’m gonna say before ending this ridiculously long post.

I only have (1) thing that I absolutely do NOT want to happen. and it should be pretty obvious.

NOBODY. DIES.

I get it y’all. we’ve been traumatized by literally every other SW related thing out there. but also, I think this show could (and should) be the one instance where everyone makes it out alive. that’s literally the whole point of what they’re heading towards. that’s what we’ve already seen with Howzer and Gregor and even TBB themselves (so far).

I think we need to take the Kiners words literally.

“Everything is gonna be ok” 💙

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb season 2 #THIS IS STUPIDLY LONG I'M SORRY #but I have a lot of thoughts ok sldkfjgfdlks #I'm scared but I'm remaining positive #I'm trusting Jen and Brad to give us a good and satisfying story #I also have constant butterflies in my stomach but I digress haha #star warz #tbb spoilers

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blackinnonism · 1 year

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can u write a blackinnon fanfic where she and sirius are matchmaking jily but realise their feelings towards each other x

Look, i know this took me awhile, but i'm back on the marauders era trend and I will be here to stay for awhile! Send me prompts or send me whatever you want and please let's keep this ship sailing<3

i'm not sure how much i like this one but I hope you do like it as much as i did writing it. I might need to practice more but here it is, my fic after awhile.

He was rolling his eyes as Marlene went over the top once again convincing Lily about James’ qualities as they sat at the Gryffindor table for dinner. Sirius swears the blonde doesn’t know this thing called subtlety, the red-haired girl looks at her bestfriend amusedly though. “How much did Potter even pay you to say all of these, Marls?” The head girl chuckled with a shake of her head. Marlene pouted. “What? I just think it will be nice for you to actually give James a chance, it has been seven years after all, Lils!” The other beater of the Gryffindor team argued. “McKinnon, honestly, I think Evans could have said yes all those years ago, quit it.” Both the witches looked at the raven-haired wizard with a look of surprise, even Remus and Peter whipped their heads at Sirius.

The blonde’s expression changed from surprised to annoyance. “Aren’t you supposed to back up your best mate on this?” She challenged but all Sirius did was shrug. “They’re both old enough to make decisions for themselves.” Soon, James Potter himself took a seat next to Sirius, fresh from shower. The Gryffindor Quidditch captain always takes his time during days that they have practice and comes in late. “What are we talking about?” The headboy asked. “Nothing…” Lily answered off handedly and focused on her plate, avoiding James’ eyes. Sirius immediately changed the subject to other things and the evening went on as usual. The rest of the students all filed out the Great Hall going in different directions as the dinner comes to a close. “Are you coming?” Lily asked Marlene as Mary and Dorcas were already standing up. The blonde remained seated as if taking her sweet time finishing her treacle tart. “Nah, I’ll see you all up in the tower.” The redhead looked at the blonde with suspicion but didn’t say anything else. “Okay…See you later then.”

The marauders are usually the last ones to leave the Gryffindor table as well and Marlene has been giving Sirius dirty looks the whole evening. “Stop glaring at me.” The animagus told her as he finally took a seat next to her, now that her friends are no longer around, his back leaning back on the table. “I think it’s time for us to be going too…” Remus said standing up and looking around the almost empty Great Hall. “You guys go on ahead. Blondie here needs some one on one.” Sirius said with a mischievous grin which earned him another glare from the lioness. “You two had been spending way too much time together lately.” James mused but stood up as well ready to go with Remus and Peter. “Catch you later, Pads.” Sirius just nodded at his friends and focused his attention on Marlene again.

“What the fuck was that, Black?” the witch snarled as soon as their friends are all gone. “What?” he asked innocently. “We agreed we will speed things up for those two already.” She huffed. “Your tactic is clearly not working, I suggest we do the opposite and let Lily realize what she has been missing by acting nonchalant about it.” Sirius stated. The suggestion made sense but Marlene had doubts about it, afterall, she was very much into this little project they started a few weeks ago. Sure, it started with just some drunken conversation about how better it will be if James and Lily will just get on with it and snog already, that way they won’t have to watch them throwing each other those looks of longing. They also agreed that if the two actually started dating maybe it will help James relax on the pitch too which will be beneficial for both of them. Being both beaters of the team, they’re the most extensively worked during practice.

However, during those weeks that they have conspired to bring the two closer, Marlene had sensed something changing in her too. Sirius Black had always been gorgeous, everyone with two working eyes can see that but she never really paid that much attention, he was afterall never settled down and flirts as much as he can especially if it works on his favor. He was just a friend, a housemate, and her partner at the pitch. But the more she looks at his stormy eyes and the way he leans in to whisper another sneaky plan to get their bestfriends together, Marlene finds herself having butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t even want to acknowledge it. He is Sirius bloody Black for merlin’s sake. But then, no one has control on how they’d feel right? “So, are you saying we should stop then with this?” Marlene asked.

“That’s not what I said, what i said is we should change our plan of attack.” Sirius said with mirth in those grey orbs as he meet her blue ones. As much as she hated to admit it, there was relief she felt deep inside. This means she still has an excuse to spend time with him and that alone made her smile. “Okay, fine…let’s do it your way, but if this fails, we’ll do it my way again, yeah?” She told him, her usual bossy tone apparent. Sirius chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, McKinnon. We already know your plans don’t work.” He teased and she hit his arm playfully which made the wizard laugh. What she didn’t know was Sirius had already let go of this notion that they can even get those two together. Lily can be very stubborn even though everyone can already see her softening up to James. The once Black heir was just continuing the pretense so that he can actually spend more time with Marlene. The girl never gave him the time of the day in the past. Always treating him as just another bloke she conversed with, to say that she had friendzoned him was an understatement and he had been wondering for years why. When they came up with this plan, Sirius saw the chance to actually get close and somehow learn why she never seem to even look at him with interest. Not that it’s the only reason why she caught his eye too. Marlene has always been a looker, but she also has the wit and that athleticism that she puts to good use in quidditch that just renders anyone spellbound including him.

“Ready to go up?” He asked, looking at her plate with food she probably won’t be eating anymore. “Yeah…” She nodded with a smile. “Alright.” Sirius got up, offering his hand to help her to her feet. It was not something he usually does and Marlene also looked at the hand that was offered with a pleasant surprise on her face. “Developing manners, Black?” The blonde teased with a quirk of her brow but took his hand nevertheless. “Don’t get used to it.” He bantered back, liking how her hands felt soft on his. Now on her feet, she expected for him to let her hand go but he didn’t. Instead, he continued holding her hand, gently intertwining their fingers together and Marlene’s ears felt hot as she felt herself blush. It’s really happening, Sirius Black was holding her hand. “You mind?” He asked, looking at her with an expression that was so foreign on his face. She had never seen him like this, almost unsure and afraid she will say that she does mind. “No…it’s fine.” She assured him, giving his hand a soft squeeze. They exchanged shy smiles, which both are never known for and headed for the door. Maybe this could be the start of something new for the two lions.

#sirius x marlene #sirius black x marlene mckinnon #blackinnon #marlius #sirlene #mcblack #marlenexirius #siriusxmarlene #prompt #mine

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luveline · 1 year

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everything you write is a gift, but your marauder fics hold a special place in my heart. i always felt left out of the fanfic community; like I didn’t have time to catch up, i guess? but your marauder fics make me feel like a teenager in the best way. they’re timeless, babe xx

all my best to you always !

oh my god kisses you!! I totally get that!!! Not to say i haven't met some lovely friendly amazing people but I really understand feeling left out or almost like you've missed a memo sometimes, but I think it's natural when there's so many people. I love writing for the marauders and it's been a long long long time since I sat down to love on remus properly which is crazy, hopefully I can make something you'll enjoy all over again!! ♥

#jade's asks #ily

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monzabee · 1 year

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https://www.tumblr.com/monzabee/716782765648019456/httpswwwtumblrcommonzabee716746077146169344

Valtteri and Lewis’ friendship makes me so happy I love them💖 !!

Same same I used to like him a lot more before but now find him annoying. And again same I think because I watch stuff on Netflix on 1.5x my attention span definitely seems to have reduced because other services like prime or Disney+ don’t have that speed feature so if the thing isn’t interesting enough then I too skip and move ahead.

Ooh love your choices bestie, they’re amazing and both are some of my faves too❤️! But My absolute favourite is iron man/Tony stark I remember seeing his movie as a kid and being so fascinated with everything and he’s been my favourite ever since. I love almost everyone from the old marvel movies .Also I still Love marvel but nowadays the movies don’t feel like they’re marveling ¿? Ykwim I miss the old days :/

Alsoo again a random question but who all do you read fan fics for (from all fandoms)

And lastly how’re your exam essays going? What hour mark have you reached dw bestie you will get through it!!❤️❤️

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i feel like our attention spans collectively has decresed significantly because of rapid video content like tiktok or instagram reels🫣 i'm so bad for skipping when it comes to watching something because i'll skip over important parts and then get confused but oh well😭

tony stark is an i-c-o-n🤭🤭 i love tony and his sarcam so much and he was definitely one of my favs growing up, too!! i totally get what you mean, though! i feel like phase 4 tv shows are better than movies and movies just don't feel the same😮‍💨 i am very excited for the new captain america movie with anthony mackie though, i have very high hopes!!💜💜

oh it honestly changes all the time, last year i read a lot of dramione bc of all the tiktoks (i just had to read menacled and then proceed to have nightmares), and then i reeeeaaaally got into the marauders era again, it's honestly a phase i go through every year!! but i would say i mainly read f1 fics now and not so much hp content anymore😭 what fandoms do you read fanfic for, though??🩵🩵

the exam was fine, i think?? i hope?? i had to answer two questions and the second one was definitely more complex than i anticipated but i like to think i did a good job😭 i had to write until the morning, so i'd say about 15-16 hours in total?? i definitely went to sleep and then didn't wake up until like 2pm today😭😭😭😭 thank you so much for the support though, bestie, i definitely appreciate it!!🩷🩷🩷💜💜💜💜💜

#monzabeeasks #xoxobee #f1asks #asks #💖anon

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starstrucksimp · 3 years

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They're Gone.

Pairing: Crosshair X Fem!Medic!Reader

Rating: SFW

WARNINGS: None, except bit of angst and this was mega-rushed lol.

Summary: The medic reader can't be forced away from her sarcastic sniper as he loses control and turns on the squad. In the rush of chaos, (Y/N) makes a mistake, which leads to the batch forgetting about her. (Angsty I think?)

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Fuck it! Fanfic-Friday because I miss my boys.

You know that the first Friday after the season finale is practically sCREAMING for some angst!!

This is also my first fanfic (which is super rushed) so don't mind me screwing ya up a bit more. ♡

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Heavily panting, you struggled against Wrecker's iron grip, eyes burning with hot, salty tears as you thrashed around begging to be let go. Crosshair stood still, scowling at you're pitiful attempt to free yourself.

"No, Wreck- Hunter! Stop!! I can help him, I- I- please let me go - let me help him!"

"Get back to the ship!

Ignoring your pleas, Hunter gave up reasoning with his fallen brother and ordered retreat, despite your desperate attempts to defy him.

Instantly, your love, your Crosshair started to fire at the squad. It all happened so fast - Wrecker getting shot, Tech starting up the Marauder and Hunter spitting out orders left, right and centre - leaving you out in the open. Even though Crosshair showed a malicious intent to kill, you physically forced your body inches closer to the imperial soldiers and towards the man you thought you loved.

You weren't sure if it was hope, desperation, stupidity or a blurred mix of all three as you clawed your way through the boxes and raw scent of near-miss blaster bolts. All you were certain of was that you could fix Crosshair, whether you were right was another thing entirely.

He showed no remorse in his attempt to gun down his brothers. Why would you be any different?

You could hear the now distant voice of your leader ringing in your ears, causing more hot droplets to mark your flushed cheeks. Demands were shouted to the newly-rescued blonde and Echo.

"Echo, we go for Wrecker!"

None of them raised their concerns for your sudden disappearance, even though Hunters top priority seemed to be the safety of his team. A moment of weakness possessed you as you looked back and saw them haul a groaning Wrecker up the ramp. Completely in the zone as they started to board the ship. They had forgotten you. Your trance of being drawn to your love still evident as your legs tried to move themselves further from your family.

You couldn't do it-

You couldn't get any further-

You couldn't get to the man you'd promise your life to-

And you couldn't get back.

It was almost as if you had randomly woken up. You had no idea what you'd just done, you'd willingly propelled yourself into the firing line in order to reach Crosshair. Tech's moments of analysis info-dumping, Echo's careful mom-like behaviour and Hunter's constant composure struck you like lightening as you suddenly became aware of your surroundings and obtained as much control of yourself as possible.

You were stuck in the crossfire and torn between your people. Hope you had for the silver sniper radiated as you considered rushing to his aid but your heart knew that this was a battle you wouldn't win.

Idle hands threw themselves to your head as you took cover from multiple shots. You were completely stuck and lost to the bad batch. Agitated toes danced around and jittered as they made the final decision to run home to 'safety'. Only for you to remind yourself that they had forgotten you. A statement that you thought could never be true very clearly proved you wrong when the buzzing of the ramp literally and figuratively cut you off from what was left of clone force 99.

The sliding of the door, the roar of the engines, the wind from the take off. It had happened, what only appeared in your nightmares played out right in front of you. You were shattered by Crosshair's betrayal, now Hunter's betrayal? No he couldn't of chosen this - could he?

The burning in your muscles acted like pinches in a dream, this was real, 100% real!

You immediately caught up, ferociously banging in distress until your knuckles blistered and bled on whatever metal was hovering closest to your shaking body.

Your face on fire and your lungs withered as you screamed to save yourself.

"Hunter! Tech! It's me! (Y/N)!! Open up please - please, please, please! I'm begging you open up!!"

They couldn't hear you, even if they could would they help you? They forgot about you. Forgetting about a teammate, especially a highly trained medic such as yourself was never something that so easily happened. You couldn't help but think that they were as desperate as you and left you behind to guarantee their safety.

Fear and doubt clouded your mind and your sight as you scampered around the hanger, running after the ship you called home. Like a wild animal that found its weekly scraps.

"No, no, no!! I'm here! Don't leave me!!"

"....please?"

You gave up, like Hunter gave up on reasoning with Crosshair. You didn't even notice that the wild firing of blasters had stopped as you your eyes swelled with water, your tears almost threatening to drown you in a second moment of weakness.

It wasn't until a hand forcefully grabbed at your shoulder, you twisted in horror - only to be met with the stone cold expression of Crosshair. Despite his ice-like exterior, you saw his eyes, eyes that carried the same shame, same pain as you as it finally sunk in that you weren't escaping the empire.

"They're gone...."

"They're gone." He monotonously repeated back to you as a sort of confirmation that you had in fact, been abandoned, whether it was intentional or not.

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#tbb x reader #tbb crosshair #crosshair #tbb #the bad batch #crosshair x reader #angst

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tolkienlockian · 2 years

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I just don’t wanna miss you tonight

A/N: First fanfic to write in a long time, I had missed writing so much! Set in the Marauders Era, Aster Hightower is my OC. She is a Muggle-born Hufflepuff and the love interest of Regulus Black, while in this headcanon they’re the godparents of Nymphadora Tonks. Also featuring Amethyst “Meth” Black, the OC of @marauder-level-chaos, Sirius Black’s twin. The fic takes place some time after Meth and Sirius have run away from home and went to live with James.

Warnings: contains angst, sadness and mentions of emotional and verbal abuse because this is Walburga and Orion Black we are talking about

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“Teddy! She changed her hair again!” Aster exclaimed excitedly and clapped in her hands, smiling down at the baby girl who was leaving soft noises in her crib.

The thirteen-year-old Hufflepuff giggled when she feltTed ruffling her dark brown hair, but she didn’t avert her eyes from Dora, whose hair, a bright yellow an hour ago, had changed to a dark green tone earlier, only to be replaced by a cheerful bubblegum pink just now. Aster smiled, remembering how ecstatic she felt when Teddy placed her in in her arms when Nymphadora was born, and when he announced her that she would be her godmother; a memory she would always cherish.

“If Meth were here, she wouldn’t stop taking pictures.” Regulus’ soft, sad voice diverted her attention from the baby and to the boy standing beside her.

Ever since his arrival, and aside from some kind words of greeting, these were the first words Aster heard him utter. Until now he was silent, focused entirely on their goddaughter and on helping Andy, almost as if desperately seeking for a distraction or for an outlet for negative emotions plaguing him.

Emotions the cause of which Aster thought she knew; after all, she had seen how tightly Andromeda hugged Reg upon seeing him, and heard the whispered mention of his older siblings and them being away from home.

And she may be an only child, but she could only imagine how Reg may be feeling, with his sister and his brother leaving their house at the same time, surely seeking an escape of their own, away from the harmful influence of two parents who made Reg even flinch every time he mentioned them at school.

“You’ll have so many stories of Dora to share with her and Sirius next time you see them.” She softly replied, trying to show him that way that, even though Meth and Sirius no longer lived with him, Regulus would still stay in contact with them, both in and out of Hogwarts.

It was up to them, and their family bond was way stronger than any pressure the Black parents could place on them.

“I know. And I am proud of them for finding the courage to leave. Especially after…what happened.” Regulus didn’t elaborate on that, but his slumped shoulders and his tight grip on Dora’s crib told the young Hufflepuff a lot about the circumstances that led to the Black twins running away; hell, right now Reg looked as if he had aged ten years. “I just wish they had taken me with them. That way I’d show them I support them, and I’d know they’re safe.”

“I think what they wanted was to keep you safe, Reg. You’re their little brother, and maybe they thought you are—“

“Too young to follow them? Safer with a mother who sees me only as an heir? Who forbids me from writing to my own siblings and considers them a bad influence?”

A loud sigh escaped Regulus’ lips after his outburst, followed by him rubbing his eyes to chase away unshed tears. Aster felt a sting of pain swelling in her chest at the sight of him so distraught and angry. She was used in the determined and somewhat awkward boy she remembered from school, the one who gave his everything in Quidditch matches, the one who always made sure to spend time with his brother and sister, the one who had happy tears in his eyes the day of Dora’s Christening. Seeing him frustrated at his mother and devastated for the twins’ sake made her want to comfort him, try and cheer him up even in the smallest way possible.

The idea struck in her mind like a light bulb.

Without saying anything, or responding to Regulus’ asking where she was going, she sprinted to the kitchen, only to come back a few seconds later with a colorful package in her hands and a smile that, in Reg’s eyes, lit up the whole mood and soothed his tensed nerves in a heartbeat.

“Here! I made them myself, hope you’ll like them!” She exclaimed cheerfully as she handed him the box, and Reg’s eyes widen when he sees the delicious-looking chocolate biscuits. “I brought a box for Ted and Andy and one for you, and I think something sweet helps when you’re sad—“

The rest of her sentence, though, was interrupted by Reg spontaneously hugging her with one arm, resting his head on her shoulder as if her kind gesture was a soothing lifeline he needed, even if his upbringing had taught him that showing emotions was a weakness. The young girl immediately returned the hug, rubbing his back and briefly giggling at the feeling of him embracing her tighter and his curls brushing against her face.

The fact that Aster thought about him enough to bring him homemade cookies, her willingness to offer him some comfort, the presence of his innocent baby goddaughter leaving cooing noises…all this created something new and bright for Regulus, who almost wished he could stay here for longer instead of returning back to the dark and grim environment of his parents’ house.

He should definitely plan a visit to his siblings at the Potter residence soon.

Tagging @marauder-level-chaos who gave me the idea for an Aster x Reg fic in the first place and who is an amazing friend and a very talented mutual.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #marauders era #marauders oc #harry potter oc #regulus black #regulus x oc #regulus x aster #ted tonks #andromeda tonks #nymphadora tonks

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be11atrixthestrange · 2 years

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My Top Posts in 2021

Written for the September @jilychallenge !

Challenge partner: @sunshine-marauders

Celebrity AU

Prompt:

We’re hiding in an alleyway from the paps and crap they're coming quick kiss me to hide our faces

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Happened So Fast

Lily Evans is one of those celebrities who doesn’t realize they’re famous.

She shot to fame almost overnight after Taylor Swift retweeted one of her self-made music videos, and things happened so fast. First, her social media blew up, then a record label swooped in, and shortly thereafter, she recorded her first album.

Then, Taylor plugged her again on Instagram, and the rest was history.

Now that she’s on tour and her face can be found on a slew of tween-sized t-shirts, she can hardly go anywhere without being recognized.

Lily Evans doesn’t quite realize this yet, and although it’s cute, it makes life a bit harder for me, her bodyguard.

Fame can be dangerous, so Lily has hired me to accompany her everywhere to ward off the more nefarious fans. While we’re out, I also try to keep the paparazzi away so Lily’s new life can have some sort of resemblance to her old one. It’s a tough transition, going from a normal young adult to a pop star, and it comes with growing pains. It takes time to get used to fame. Lily’s not there yet.

“James!”

“Sorry, what?”

A raven-colored wig covers her auburn hair and it takes me a second to recognize her. It’s a different color choice than yesterday, and I had forgotten about it. I must have been lost in thought.

“Let’s get ice cream.”

She points down the road to Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor, which towers at the end of the bustling cobblestone street. It’s the most popular joint in town, and the queue wraps around the corner of the building. Most celebrities wouldn’t bother to wait in line, opting to bribe their way to the front with an autograph, but not Lily.

When we approach the line, I peer around the corner to see how long it really is, and my heart sinks to see that it continues around the block. Even though she’s disguised, it’s a long time to spend in one place. Someone’s bound to recognize her, especially if they hear her voice, and as soon as one person points her out, all hell will break loose. I can’t have that happen today. Not when Lily just wanted a normal, non-pop star day.

“Lil, I think the line’s too long.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“You know nothing.”

I can’t help but laugh when she grabs my hand and starts tugging me down the block to the end of the line. My eyes drop to her raven-colored wig — it’s no auburn but she still looks beautiful in it — and then to her skirt before I force them back up.

Lily’s wrong: I do know something. I know that I’m completely, helplessly in love with her.

We land at the end of the line and I lean over to whisper in her ear. “What do we do if someone recognizes you?”

“Hide,” she whispers back.

“You’re the boss.”

“That’s true.”

I roll my eyes and playfully punch her in the shoulder, a gesture that makes her laugh. I can’t help but notice the pink that colors her cheeks, a nod to the auburn hair that resides beneath her wig.

We settle into normal conversation, talking about mundane, everyday things in an effort to thwart eavesdroppers, but It only takes a few minutes before I notice Lily shifting uncomfortably beside me. She’s staring straight ahead but I can tell she’s watching someone in her periphery.

“Everything okay?”

“Not sure.”

“Should we hide?”

Without answering, Lily grabs my hand and pulls me into a neighboring alley. We duck behind a rubbish bin. Most celebrities would never duck behind a rubbish bin, but Lily’s not most celebrities.

“Did someone recognize you?”

“I think so.”

“And now you’re hiding! You’re catching on.”

“I am.”

When she turns to face me I realize how close she is. Our faces are almost touching. I will my gaze to stay focused on her deep green eyes. The alley smells of rubbish but I couldn’t care less.

“I think they’re still watching.”

“What? How?”

“Better hide my face.” Lily grabs my collar and pulls my face to hers. Our lips crash together and my heart explodes out of my chest like a firework. Then, just like Lily’s rise to stardom, things happen fast.

I pivot and press her back to the brick wall, and her arms snake around my neck. My hands roam down her waist until they hook under her thighs to hoist her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me against her, and I know she can feel how much I want her by the way her teeth tug on my lower lip.

I could keep kissing her forever, even if it means standing next to a foul-smelling dumpster, but eventually, we both need air. She’s smiling when we break apart, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

“There wasn’t anyone watching you, was there?” I ask.

“Fooled you, didn’t I?”

“Nah, you didn’t. Maybe if you hadn’t pulled that one before.”

“Oh, but you love it,” she says as she leans closer. “Don’t lie.”

“I do.”

With that, her lips capture mine again, and I become hopelessly lost in Lily Evans. Yes, I’m in love with her, no doubt.

It’s a good thing she loves me too.

141 notes • Posted 2021-09-14 03:01:16 GMT

Hi~, I don't know if you're still taking prompts, I just discovered you on AO3 and I love your stories. If you like my idea, feel free to write about it :) I imagine that Ron goes to Hermione's room the night after Dobbie's death. And he comfortes her and hugs her (and apologizes for leaving) and they fall asleep deeply for the first time in months. (+Bonus: They wake up embarassed, because they hear that the others don't find Ron in the house) -H

Hi! I take prompts! But I'm slow AF to respond, so it's possible you don't even remember asking for this!

But, here's some Shell Cottage fluff, just because I had three glasses of wine tonight (oh, the scandal!) and then things happened!

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More Than Okay

“Ron, what are you doing here?”

Her voice jolts him awake and for a moment, he forgets where he is. It takes a few seconds of consciousness for his eyes to adjust to the moonlight before he can make out his surroundings. He scans the room and takes in the peeling and dated wallpaper, the two framed twin beds with upholstered headboards, one of them empty, another a lump of blankets, an explosion of bushy brown hair.

It’s a far cry from the mildewy tent canvas and camping cots, the thick, icy air, the constant penetrating dampness. Hermione is so far from the girl he’s been living with in the tent. Before, she was so full of passion, determination and fire. Anger. Energy. Now, her voice is weary, ragged, worrisome. It’s not like her to ask questions she already knows the answer to.

“Where else would I be?” he asks as he sits up, suddenly more lucid and awake than ever.

“Downstairs with the boys, where you’re supposed to be.”

The corners of Ron’s mouth turn up into a smile. It’s still Hermione. Waking up from what was essentially a coma, and she’s arguing with him. He wants to laugh with relief, but it might not serve him well.

Instead, he hardens her gaze and looks her directly in the eyes. “I’m never leaving you again.”

He watches her eyes glow as she absorbs his words and everything they mean. The future implications, the past apologies, her own stubbornness reflected right back. “Where are you going to sleep?”

Ron nods toward the empty bed, the one that was supposed to be for Luna, but who knows where she is right now. Looking for crumple horned snorkacks, probably. “I can sleep there.”

“No.”

“I’m serious. I’m not leaving y—”

He pauses when she shifts to her right, ever so slightly. The subtle smile on his face is now etched across, possibly permanent.

“I know you’re not leaving me,” she says, averting her eyes. “Just don’t sleep in Luna’s bed.”

Ron stares at the space beside her. It’s only an inch or two larger than before, but he can’t help but interpret her movement as an invitation. He wants to slide under the covers and wrap her in his arms, but it’s risky. It would be disastrous to misread her now, but if he’s learned anything over the past few months — past twenty four hours, even — it’s that risks are unavoidable and he might as well start calling the shots.

So he does. Ron rises to his feet and watches her eyes widen in surprise and a smirk cross her face as he accepts her invitation. He crawls underneath the blankets and wraps his arm around her. She leans, melts, into him and everything feel so natural, so easy, like it’s something they could have done years ago without blinking an eye.

“Dobby died,” he says.

Hermione lets out an audible sigh, one that Ron can feel against his neck, reminding him of how close her lips are. Have they ever been this close?

“How’s Harry handling it?”

“About as well as you’d imagine.”

He can feel Hermione’s head bobbing up and down in the crook of his neck. “And you? How are you holding up.”

“Fucking fantastic.”

It feels almost disrespectful to verbalize it, but it’s true. The pain of Dobby’s death has only heightened the joy of Hermione’s survival. It’s shines a light on his new focus, the sole reason he has to still fight. Her.

He expects her to reprimand him for his lack of respect but she doesn’t. Instead, she tightens her embrace and he pulls her body against his. It’s not enough. If only he could pull her even closer, and there were no barriers between them. He could kiss her right now, shag her even, and he still wouldn’t be close enough. So he settles for the embrace. It’s motivation to win this damn war so he can spend the rest of his life next to her. If she’ll have him, of course.

When her breath quickens against his neck, he knows she’s looking at him, waiting for him. Inviting him. He could kiss her, snog her senseless. They both want it more than anything.

“Not like this.”

It takes all of his willpower to say it. Thankfully, she nods against him and he hopes more than anything she understands how much he wants her right now. He always has, always will, but not like this.

He doesn’t have time to rethink his rejection — it’s not even a rejection, it’s a rain check — and he knows she understands that by the way her fingers dig into his t-shirt as she hugs him. Their time will come, and it will be worth it.

While wrapped in Hermione, sleep creeps in with ease. His eyes flutter shut, and for the first time in forever, he has the best motivation to keep fighting: it’s for more nights like this. They collapse against one another, comfortably, as though it’s not the first time they’ve done this. If his dreams count, it’s definitely not the first time they’ve shared a bed. Maybe it’s not for Hermione, either. It doesn’t seem like it by the way her body collapses against him, seeming to mold to his skin, her legs wrapping around his thighs, her breasts against his arm, her breath against his cheek.

It’s both exciting and comfortable, natural, and it spurs the endless dreams as darkness encroaches.

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“Ron! Where’s Ron!?”

Ron’s eyes snap open at the sound of his name. The voices are downstairs, muffled by walls, hallways, and a staircase.

“Haven’t seen him, why?” Harry, groggy as ever, sounds like he doesn’t give a crap about his best friends’ wellbeing. Good man.

“He’s not in his bed! Did he go for a walk or something?” Ron can make out Fleur’s voice, frantic, panicked.

“He’s around, just give him a second,” says Dean. “He’ll show up.”

Fleur scoffs at Dean, and Ron laughs. It wakes Hermione.

“What are you laughing at?” she asks, and then they both pause, as footsteps approach.

“Nothing,” he says. His arm are still tight around Hermione and neither make an effort to move.

They tug closer as the door swings open, Fleur emerging into the doorway, her hair billowing behind her.

“Hermione, have you seen Ro—”

Fleur freezes in her tracks, scanning the pair intwined in each others’ arms.

“Yes,” says Hermione. “I have seen Ron.”

Fleurs eyes flit between the pair, and she’s clearly unsure what to say. “Very well, then. I’ll let everyone know he’s okay.”

She backs out of the door, and it shuts between them. As soon as she’s gone, Ron and Hermione erupt into laughter.

“She was so worried about you!” says Hermione.

“No need to be.”

“Exactly, you’re okay,” she says, pulling him in. Her leg drapes over his torso, and without thinking about it, he lays a hand on her thigh.

It’s so natural that it’s hard to believe he hasn’t kissed her yet.

But when she smiles at him, and her eyes drift shut, he follows suit. It’s been a while since he’s had a good lie-in, and they both deserve it. Plus, anything is better than facing the knowing looks of his friends down in the kitchen. He might as well sleep in.

At least they know he’s okay. More than okay.

143 notes • Posted 2021-08-10 04:03:33 GMT

“Character A is in the Hospital Wing. Character B sneaks in in the middle of the night to keep them company.” i love this trope but if you don’t like it tell me because i have mountains of prompts

Thanks for the prompt! It ended up going in a slightly different direction… I hope that’s ok! Also, this is my first attempt at writing Jily, so I’m open to any and all characterization feedback!

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It’s A Date

The first time she visits him, it’s because she has to.

Lily’s not sure why she agrees. Maybe because Professor Slughorn asks her directly after class, and it’s hard to say no to him. Or because her notes are more detailed than anyone else’s, and this time, it’s not really his fault he’s in the hospital wing.

It’s probably because deep down, Lily knows James needs her help. Compared to her, he’s rubbish at Potions.

Simple as that. Nothing more.

It has nothing to do with the smirk that crosses his face when she approaches his hospital bed. Or the casual, knowing way he says “fancy seeing you here, Evans” or his infuriatingly hazel eyes that cut through his fringe and assure her that he knows the real reason she’s here.

“I’m just bringing notes from Potions,” she says. “Reluctantly.”

She adds the last bit because he looks too damn pleased, and his ego can afford to be taken down a notch.

“Aww. You feel bad for me.”

“Nope.”

“So you missed me.”

“Nope.”

“Then you can’t have me failing out of Potions. Who would you flirt with in class?”

His statement is annoyingly presumptuous, yet the blush that settles on her cheeks suggests it’s not far from the truth. She ignores it. “You play dangerous sports, you get injured,” she tells him with a shrug. “This is me taking mercy on you.”

James is already flipping through her potions notes. “Spectacular penmanship,” he says.

“Thanks,” she says dryly, hoping to hide the amusement in her voice. Why do his strange compliments make her heart beat so fast? “Let me know if you need help with the essay,” she adds, before shrugging her book bag onto her shoulder.

“How will I do that?” James motions to his leg, lying limply on the bed while Skele-gro makes its slow progress.

Lily looks at him through narrowed eyes. “I’ll check on you later.”

She hates how much she has to resist smiling back when he grins and says, “it’s a date.”

“It’s not,” are her last words as she turns toward the doors.

~0~

The second time she visits him, it’s because she needs to. At least that’s what she tells herself.

James is in the hospital again, and this time it’s absolutely his fault. She doesn’t know what happened, but there is something suspicious about the way Sirius shushes Peter when he starts to tell her in class.

He needs Potions notes, and she needs information. The visit is purely transactional.

She plops a pile of parchment on his lap when she arrives, and stands in front of him like a stubborn bird blocking a roadway. He chuckles at her crossed arms.

“Am I in trouble?”

“Depends, what did you do?” she tries to ask sternly, but her face mirrors his smirk.

“I got hurt,” he answers vaguely, before he looks at her and widens his hazel eyes, like he’s mimicking a puppy.

“How?”

“I… fell down,” he hells her diplomatically, before turning his attention back to her notes. “Ooh, great penmanship Evans.”

“Oh shut it.” She takes a seat in the lone chair next to his bed.

“Why are you bringing me notes? I’m sure Remus would have been happy to.”

“Remus is busy.” His chuckle tells her she answered too quickly.

“I’m sure he is,” he says.

“Yep. Super busy.”

James laughs, and Lily’s stomach flutters like she swallowed a snitch, but they’re definitely unrelated. She watches him flip through her notes, she realizes that he’s wearing that smug little expression that usually irritates her— but somehow, right now, it doesn’t.

She hates that it doesn’t.

“How will you be sure I understand all this?” asks James in a mock innocence that makes Lily roll her eyes.

“You’re smart, you can do it.”

He grins satisfactorily. “Say that again,” he pleads, as he puts his hands behind his head, elbows wide. He doesn’t look as cool as he thinks he does.

“No,” she hikes her bag up on her shoulder. “I’m going to dinner.”

“You’re welcome to come by later, and help me with Potions.” He says it almost like an accusation, and Lily can’t help but remember how little they talked about Potions last time she “came back later.”

She forces her face into a neutral expression before looking over her shoulder at him. “Oh, I know I am.”

James watches her walk away, and she takes immense gratification in leaving his invitation unanswered.

~0~

The third time James lands himself in the Hospital Wing, she knows she doesn’t have to visit him. She wants to.

She marches up to his bed with her notes tucked under her arm, and tosses them onto his lap. This time she wants his eyes to see right into her mind, because she’s angry at him.

At least… she thinks she is. She’s definitely not amused. Not at all.

“What?” he chirps at her.

She points at her notes, which he then picks up. He turns the page and unleashes a wide self-satisfied grin.

“What’s this?” he asks.

“You tell me,” she says. Lily debates whether putting her hands on her hips or crossing them at her chest would look more stern, and settles for the former. She knows she made the wrong choice when he sits straight up in his bed, rolls his shoulders back, and daintily rests his hands on his hips, mimicking her. He looks ridiculous— that’s the point— but she stubbornly freezes in her position. She’s committed.

“It looks like you have a crush, Evans. Or would you prefer I call you ‘Potter’?” He smirks, and his finger traces the heart he had drawn around the words “Lily Potter”. “I’m flattered, but I must say it’s a bit forward.”

Lily rolls her eyes. “When did you write that?”

“How do you know it was me?”

“Horrible penmanship,” she says smoothly. James laughs, and she hates how she can feel his laughter in her chest like a strong bass. She really, really hates it.

“I’m not going to give you a ring yet, but I’ll take you out. Will that be enough for you?” He sounds like he’s taking her order at a restaurant, and she has the audacity to order off the menu.

Lily rolls her eyes, snatches her notes back from him, and shoulders her book bag before he can see her blush. “In your dreams, Potter.”

She turns away and hears him ask, “Aren’t you going to ask how I got hurt this time?”

“No,” she sings back toward him. “I’m not.”

“I’ll tell you later tonight then? When you come back?”

She answers simply with a casual shrug, and is already through the doors when she hears his last words.

“It’s a date.”

She really hates it when he gets the last word.

152 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 23:47:43 GMT

Lily + James + “Please, just stop talking.”

Thanks for the prompt! Here is my second attempt at Jily, this time, James’s POV.

Also, this turned out a little saucier than expected, sorry but not sorry. Still SFW

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Please, just stop talking.

Lily Evans was the last person James expected to see on the map. It was after-hours, and all students were supposed to be tucked away in their dorms or common rooms, even the Head Girl and Boy. As far as James knew, she didn’t have a reason to be wandering school grounds at night.

Neither did he, but what he did have was a sure-fire way to avoid getting caught. She didn’t. The best thing to do would be to check up on her, just to make sure she didn’t accidentally walk into a professor. He couldn’t risk her losing her Head Girl title after all. It was truly a selfless act.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” he called when he finally caught up to her.

He winced when he heard himself— James’s smirk gave his words a suggestive inflection, and he didn’t mean to come off as flirtatious.

Ok, maybe he did. Just a little bit.

Still, he carefully watched her for any negative reaction, but saw nothing. That didn’t mean much— James found that Lily Evans could be quite hard to read. It was part of what made her so intriguing to him. She piqued his curiosity, or as Sirius jokingly corrected him— his obsession, because she was a complete mystery to him.

The most mysterious thing about her? Why the bloody hell she had agreed to date him. He didn’t dare question it.

“I’m heading there now,” she told him, seemingly not surprised to see him. “I just hope I don’t get caught on my way back.”

As soon as she said it, footsteps echoed from down the corridor. Lily grabbed his arm and pulled him into a nearby broom closet.

She closed the door and the tiny closet went dark. James had no room to move, and found his back pressed up against the wall, face to face with Lily.

Merlin help him.

He still couldn’t believe his luck— he’d been asking her out regularly since fifth year. It had become a running joke between them, a staple of every conversation, and she always responded similarly.

“Will you go out with me?” “In your dreams.”

“Is this a date?” “You wish.”

“How about dinner, just the two of us and a bottle of Firewhisky?” “Never.”

“What do you say, Saturday night, you, me, and the giant squid?” “Wouldn’t want you to feel left out.”

Then one day things were different, and her response left him speechless.

“Hey Lily, I know I ask you this everyday, but do you wanna go out with me?” “Sure.”

He didn’t believe her at first. They stared each other down for a few full seconds, sizing each other up.

“Really?” “Yes.”

He usually liked to play it cool and suave, but right then he dropped all pretense to pound his fist into the air. “I’m taking Lily Evans on a date!” The words left his mouth and echoed down the hall. Heads turned, his cheeks flushed, and she smirked at him.

“Don’t get too excited, it’s just a date,” she said..

He couldn’t help but laugh. Just a date.

That date happened only a few days ago, and here he was again, face to face with her in a broom closet. He could smell her hair. It smelled like flowers and vanilla and Lily.

Merlin. Help. Him.

“What were you doing wandering the corridors so late at night?” he chanced, steadying the tremors of his voice by reminding himself that he was James Freaking Potter. Cool. Suave. Definitely not nervous or unsure of himself. Absolutely not on the verge of melting into a puddle on the floor of a broom closet simply because she was breathing near him.

“Shhhh.” She placed a finger against her lips and widened her eyes imploringly. He felt a shiver of envy toward her finger.

James hid it with a smile. The footsteps outside were still prominent and they could get caught. A small part of him didn’t really care if they did. He was in a broom closet with Lily Evans and there were no consequences he’d be unwilling to suffer because of it.

But she probably didn’t feel the same way, so he lowered his voice to a whisper. “Don’t you want to know why I was out?”

She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. “Shhh,” she repeated.

He opened his mouth to speak again, and suddenly her finger was on his lips, shutting him up. He was speechless, and it wasn’t because her fingers kept his mouth from moving, but because the contact took his breath away. He wouldn’t have been able to speak if he tried.

Merlin, just help him already.

“James. You. Need. To. Be. Quiet.” She punctuated each word and he wanted to follow her order but he also wanted her to say it again.

She removed her finger, and he immediately missed it, so he spoke simply to get it back. “Lily—”

“Please, just stop talking.” She grinned as she said it, and he caught a mischievous glint in her eye— or at least he thought he did. There was one way to be sure.

‘Make me.”

Her grin widened into a smile and she leaned back slightly, considering him. His heart was pounding in his chest.

“Gladly,” she said, hooking her fingers into the collar of his shirt, and pulling his lips to meet hers.

Merlin, where the bloody hell are you?

Her hands slid from his collar to behind his neck, threading her fingers through his ragged black hair, and his arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her against him. Lily Evans was snogging him in a broom closet. He would have high-fived himself if there was a way to do it without breaking their embrace, but nothing was worth ending a kiss that was two years in the making. He finally discovered that their lips fit together seamlessly. They moved in sync, as if they spoke the same language— one he couldn’t explain, it was just innate. It was more than perfect.

He had kissed her after their date— just a lingering kiss on the lips. Nothing deeper, nothing like this. Of course he had wanted more, but even moreso, he wanted her to know that this was real for him. He didn’t expect a snog. He just wanted her time.

She pulled away from him momentarily. Her hands were still around his neck, tugging at his hair. She was still pressed against him, resting her forehead against his. “I think the footsteps are gone now,” she whispered breathlessly.

“I still hear them,” he said. It came out as a slur of connected words, carving their way through his brain fog. “They’re definitely still there. We better stop talking.”

The mischievous glint returned to her eyes, and she let his lips catch hers again.

Merlin help him.

164 notes • Posted 2021-01-07 05:24:34 GMT

“Don’t hesitate, just kiss me.” I can’t help myself, Romione please? 😘

So, I took some creative liberties with this and I gave the gist of that line to George. He reeeeally wanted it, and I felt bad for him because his brother died.

Thanks for the prompt!!

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Number Eleven

He could still count the number of times he’d kissed her on his hands.

With Lavender, it was hard to keep track because his mind would always wander elsewhere while they kissed. He’d start thinking about his schoolwork, quidditch, or Hermione. Mostly Hermione. By the time he refocused, it was impossible to know if they had shared one, two, or five kisses, and he didn’t really care anyway.

He couldn’t focus on anything else when Hermione kissed him, so he remembered each one vividly. Although amazing, it didn’t feel normal to be able to kiss her. He still hesitated each time, half expecting her to turn her head away and change her mind, but she never did.

First, the Room of Requirement. He’d never forget that one. Even if someone obliviated him, he was certain the sound of basilisk fangs clattering to the floor, and the feeling of her lips frantically meeting his would still be there.

Then they kissed again after the battle, on their way back to the Gryffindor common room. The heartbreak he felt for Fred must have been evident in the way he walked determinedly forward, face down, shoulders slumped, because she did exactly what he wanted her to do. She reached for his hand and pulled him to an empty hallway and hugged him. Then he cried into hair, and she just held him for as long as he needed to be held.

When he stopped crying, their lips came together. He didn’t know who initiated it, but it didn’t matter like he thought it would. Their second kiss communicated something completely different than their first one. Rather than ‘I want you’, it said ‘I’m here for you’, and Ron scanned every detail into his memory. It was softer, gentler and sweeter, and managed to burn away some of the sorrow he felt about Fred.

Their third kiss was in the boys’ dormitory, more specifically, his bed. Curled up in eachothers’ arms, under the blankets, they enjoyed a more passionate kiss that might have turned into a snog if he hadn’t been so damn tired. They silently agreed to put that on hold before sleep overtook them, and he was grateful, because he wanted to be fully present the first time they truly snogged.

They shared their fourth kiss the next morning, but Ron kept it short and sweet, because he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet, and he was a bit self-conscious…

The day after the battle was a blur. He spent most of the day making arrangements with his family, checking in with his classmates, and visiting victims in the hospital wing. They both remained distracted until later that evening, when they returned to the Burrow, and they shared their fifth kiss on the landing of the stairs before parting ways for the night.

Kisses number six, seven, and eight all happened the next day. In the garden after breakfast, quickly in the living room between chores, when they had a rare moment alone, and before bed, when Hermione managed to slide into his room, and Harry determinedly looked away.

Number nine was their first real snog. They took an afternoon around the orchard, and finally alone and obscured by trees, he embraced her. She let him press her up against an apple tree while he admitted her tongue between his lips, and it was a blissful oblivion.

Then there was number ten, earlier today, before the funeral. It was a lot like number two—comforting, supportive, gentle, hidden away from prying eyes.

The funeral ended hours ago, but Ron, Hermione, Harry and the rest of his siblings were still outside, passing around Butterbeers and telling stories of Fred.

Hermione was next to him, but no closer than she would have been sitting if they were still just friends. That was one thing about the last ten kisses, apart from Harry, no one else knew about them.

It was strange to feel such happiness with Hermione in the midst of his debilitating grief. Both emotions were so strong, yet somehow, they didn’t conflict with one another. He had enough room for it all.

Out of respect for everyone’s sadness, they’d been keeping their relationship relatively quiet. Ron was balancing both grief for Fred and excitement over Hermione, and he didn’t want to risk his family misunderstanding that. As a result, he still hesitated before each kiss, just to look around and make sure no one would see.

Then George brought it up.

“Fred and I would make bets with one another. There was one that never got resolved,” he said, staring directly at Ron.

He looked like he expected Ron to respond, so he did. “What was the bet?”

George motioned between him and Hermione with his butterbeer. “You two.”

“What about us?” asked Ron nervously.

“Are you together?”

Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance, and the grins that spread across their faces gave their answer away.

“Good,” said George. “Who kissed who?”

Ron looked back at George with wide eyes. “You bet on that?”

George nodded. “I reckoned you’d be the one to pluck up the courage and kiss her. Fred figured it’d be Hermione.”

Ron could feel his face reddening, Hermione smiled smugly in his peripheral vision.

“So,” said George, a little impatiently. “Who won the bet?”

“Erm, Fred won,” answered Ron.

“Bugger! He always wins,” said George, looking at Hermione with a hint of admiration. “Ron, why didn’t you kiss her?”

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but paused, unsure exactly how to answer. Hermione filled the silence.

“He hesitated,” she said, smirking. “So I took my opportunity.”

George smiled. “Of course he did. I’m happy for you both. Fred would be too.”

Ron looked at Hermione, and she slipped her hand into his. He wanted to kiss her, but was still unsure if it’d be in bad taste.

George didn’t seem to think so. “Well don’t hesitate, just kiss her,” he said, alleviating Ron of his uncertainty.

Hermione smiled as Ron reached a hand behind her head and gently guided her lips to his. Number eleven. He heard a chorus of “awws”, whistles, and even a groan from Ginny. .

Now everyone knew. Did this mean he could kiss her whenever he wanted? If so, he would. He could no longer count their kisses on his fingers, and he couldn’t wait to start losing track of them.

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Good evening, CH! I was just flicking through my favorite parts of TLE1 and discovered that Lily does Ancient Runes and Divination as her options! I think James does Arithmancy, right? I’m wondering if you ever decided what his other option was… and how about the other Marauders? Also, I love your TLE muggle clothing scene! Out to interest, do you see the uniform as just robes or like muggle uniforms as in the movies. Thanks! I love TLE so much — it’s my favorite ever ever ever fanfic!

James does Arithmancy and Muggle Studies (until 6th year when he drops Muggle Studies).

Sirius also does Arithmancy and Muggle Studies.

Remus does Arithmancy and Ancient Runes.

Peter does Muggle Studies and I think he signed up for Arithmancy because all the other boys did but he failed it almost every year because eep that’s like the hardest class. (I can’t remember if I changed that though and I’m not at my computer to check lol. It’s not really important to the story though so we’ll just go with it.)

And Marlene does Arithmancy and Divination!

At one point everyone took care of magical creatures but I scrapped that for plot reasons, but I do sort of regret it because James Potter is an animal lover. This has yet to make any appearance in TLE but I headcanon that James has always regretted not signing up for care of magical creatures as he once harbored great ambitions of stealing a niffler. (Buddy never learned his lesson the first time round)

Oh and regarding uniforms, I write them as wearing robes like in the books, mostly because it fit my little Muggle clothes plot, but sometimes I prefer to imagine them in their little movie uniforms because they’re hella cute and robes just ain’t sexy.

(I actually struggled with this a lot when writing the scene in which Lily falls in the lake because I didn’t want her to be in boring school robes lol. Eventually I just gave her a skirt and a blouse and decided if anyone called me out that I’d just say it was a weekend and she does what she wants. No one called me out. This is me calling me out hahaha.)

#ch answers #tle #tle1 #tle1 spoilers

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Honestly, over time, I have become convinced the only person Sirius would’ve had a potential romantic attachment to is James. I know people bring up the ‘they’re like brothers’ all the time but also discredit the Remus and Sirius’s descriptions as brotherly in the same breath. But Sirius and James seemingly never fought and Sirius was the only person James stopped showing off too. And if I’m being honest, Sirius and Remus act more like brothers. They fight, they distrust one another, they get jealous of the other (taken from remus’s bio). I honestly don’t get why wolfstar got as popular as it did. I’m assuming the POA movie made it more popular but literally it’s the most fetishized mlm ship I have seen in this fandom. And toxic shippers are so convinced of its existence they create falsehoods to attack those who disagree out of spite. Honestly there are better things to worry about and it’s just become ridiculous.

yes ! sirius and remus are friends and shit like im not taking that from anyone because from canon moments that's obvious . yet they have such a messy past of suspicion and distrust, they clinged onto each other for emotional stability because each reminded the other of better times where they were friends and james was still alive.

however, when it comes to james and sirius, that loyalty that ia between them it kind of reminds me of severus and lily. no, i am not saying both relationships have to be looked at from a romantic aspect, i personally like to think of severus and lily's bond as an almost sibling one. it's just, james was probably the light, the scapegoat for sirius when he was ready to cut ties with his family, he was someone he relied on, he trusted and loved. hell, they literally had the wizarding equivalent of facetiming, like they just couldn't have enough of each other ! i loved that from them (because yes, i know it sounds like i hate the marauders 24/7 but being honest in most of my hp fanfics ive always written them just better behaved and becoming friends with both lily and severus at some point).

sirius lived with james potter for seven years and the boy was probably at the highest place in the ranking of loved ones he had. hell i know now its common to write regulus and sirius having a good brotherly bond, but like canon sirius would throw good ol' reggie under the bus for james any day.

anyway by this point im just ranting. yes, i see remus and sirius' relationship more to be a friendship/brotherly bond, but the fact they both were clearly not in perfect mental health condition proves to me that they clinged onto each other, dismissing their muddy past because im sure as hell they did not have that conversation, because they needed some ground to step on without feeling it creak.

we were friends, we still are, we made mistakes, both of us. you remind me of our times at hogwarts — when james was still alive. (my take on both of them)

to be honest, james really was the glue of the marauders, remus probably liked james better than sirius (james understood the financial problems he was having due to his lycanthropy and helped him, siriua exposed him to the kid they had bullied for years) and its obvious sirius liked james more than remus. okay the latter is not fair, sirius prefers james over anyone.

POA was ... a good movie i think, watching it as a kid was amazing bc everyone just had a glow up. like yes, we were reminded of puberty and now they looked way more mature from COS. we were introduced more vital people in harry's life and his parents', hell voldemort was pretty much SILENTTT during third year. it doesn't take a genius to think of why this movie, the book was from the start such a comfort for the public. i, however, hated it. snape had been one character i was interested in from the start, in POA, he was just in so kuch distress, it reminded me of my own panic attacks at a time.

so everyone liked POA, and everyone loves to fetishize gay men, gay relationships, homosexual males. that's what people do. they saw two grown men with a past, they had been separated for long, they had hugged when they encountered each other again. everyone was bound to go head over heels for the new shippable couple.

in my experience in this fandom, i probably have seen drarry the most fetishized pairing. which okay, i don't want to ship shame anyone unless it's for obvious reasons (toxic, age gaps too large for comfort, pedophilia, etc) but like draco stamped the shit out of harry i dont know how you people think life works but i would never let that be and then proceeded to eat their mouth.

either way wolfstar is weird for me, i simply read the books and not think theyd do well together at all. also there's fans that now live by fanon and make shit up and dismiss canon occurrences and will hold fanfics as canon material and then be extremely defensive about their shit. either way some of yall don't know shit about fandom etiquette and it SHOOWWWSSS.

#serpents den's asks #anti wolfstar #i think #idek #remus lupin #harry potter #hp #sirius black #james potter

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I also love some nice Angst with a hint of fluff in the end 😄 So how about after Sera told them about Umbara and what happened, she gets a really nasty nightmare about what happened there and this time the batch is there too and Hunter takes the place of her Captain and everything is even worse. Then Hunter wakes her up, comforts her with a cup of hot chocolate he hates because of the intense smell but makes it for her so she feels better. And they cuddle.

If this doesn't fit with the storyline just ignore this ask 😅

Just a Dream

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2.4k

Pairing: OC x Hunter

Warnings: War Scenes, death, and trauma.

Summary: Sera relives her worst and last battle of the clones wars through a nightmare. When Hunter arrives as she wakes, Sera tries to confide in him.

Authors note: I've had this draft sitting for like ever im sorry it took so long, I get so perfectionist-y about my fanfics even though im trying to just do it for fun asdakljf anyways I thought this was nice so enjoy! Thank you for the ask! :)

P.S. I went full out on this and studied the war tactics and how it actually happened on Umbara, this is just like a snippet of the details that I had figured out! tags: @mangoberry99

“General!” Captain of the 401st ran to Sera. He had his blaster in hand, ready to fight despite the fact that they just crash landed.

“Yes?” The Jedi General, Sera, looked up from her work. She knelt over an injured clone trooper, trying to do what she could to ease his pain. Based on the charred hole in his body, he wasn’t going to make it.

“We only have stray survivors from our ships, casualties are high-“ Sera and the Captain both ducked as rocks flew over their heads from a nearby explosion.

Sera glanced around the field and calculated quickly. “We need to retreat. Try seeing if you can reach General Kenobi or Skywalker, they’re the only battalions we’re close to,” Sera’s Captain nodded in agreement as she spoke, reaching for his comms.

“I’ll round up the survivors and try to find the best direction to retreat.” The dark planet's sky lit up with more enemy fire from the Umbarans. Sera’s face and the Captains helmet were lit up from the brightness. They only stared at each other in silence for a brief moment as the Umbara sky ignited above them. Sera’s expression was somber, and while she couldn’t see the Captains face, she knew his expression mirrored hers under the helmet. Neither of them liked their odds right now.

The heavy fire landed, exploding the nearby ships. Blood curdling screams came from the same direction. A sense of urgency filled Sera as she heard the screaming. “I’m counting on you, Sharp!” Sera began to turn away, yelling to Captain Sharp over her shoulder. “Yes Sir,” The Captain nodded, already working with the comm unit in hand. Sera glanced down to the clone she had been trying to heal moments ago. He was frozen, his head slumped and body limp.

The Jedi forced herself to continue, telling herself she can mourn once the battle is over. She had to save whoever she could now. “Troopers!” She yelled across the field, looking at a group of clones who were taking cover behind a flipped air transport. Their heads perked up from across the battlefield, and some hopeful expressions appeared as they saw their General. Sera squinted, then her eyes widened when she saw Wrecker was among the soldiers now, throwing scrap metal towards the enemy tanks. Tech suddenly flickered into existence, taking cover behind the same transport. One of the soldiers that had turned to Sera now saluted her. His arm was prosthetic, and the soldier suddenly morphed into Echo.

Sera shook her head, then suddenly something felt off and a sensation tugged at her gut. She froze. She knew it was the force, and it was a warning. Her eyes widened and turned to look toward the enemy lines.

Umbaran airships whizzed by and began firing down on the survivors. She looked to the surviving soldiers with a horrified expression. The Umbarans fire landed right in the center of her men, and she only heard their screams before her vision blacked out.

Sera got thrown back far, her body slamming to the ground hard. While her head snapped back and hit the rocky terrain, she felt her troopers' lives get instantly snuffed out from the heavy fire that rained from above. It felt like cotton filled her brain, her body not responding to her quickly enough. She opened her eyes, and tried to gather whatever strength she had left in herself and through the force that flowed through her. She rolled over to her side, and felt blood coming down her forehead.

Once she rolled over, she saw a soldier's charred body not too far away. He held a rifle in his hand, and she recognized the tattoo marks on his eye that formed a Crosshair.

Sera looked away from the disturbing sight, then tried sitting up. She halted her movement, then gasped and gripped her side. She had felt a sharp pain, and looked to see blood was on her hands. Her vision began to get cloudy, blood dripping into her eyes from an open wound on her head.

“General,” the whisper cut through the haze, and she recognized the voice immediately.

She ignored the pain and crawled over, seeing her Captain sprawled body lying feet from her. “Captain-“ Seras voice caught in her throat, and she couldn’t speak more, the sight of his broken body stealing her voice away. More flashes lit up the sky, and more fire came from the enemy’s tanks and airships. She squeezed her eyes tight. This can’t be happening. It’s just a dream.

“General-“ Sharp coughed weakly. He brought Sera back to the scene before her. She let the tears fall and she sat up as best she could, reaching to grab ahold of his bloodied hand.

“Stay with me Captain.” She forced herself to speak, and tried to sound confident. She tried to sound like the General these men deserved, not the one that had just failed them. He reached and lifted up his helmet.

Sera saw it was Hunter's face that was underneath the Captain's helmet, and he squeezed her hand tight. She sobbed quietly, letting the tears fall.

This isn’t how it happened

“Hunter, stay with me.” She remembered speaking this sentence before, the words came out forcefully and with passion just like they had the first time.

“It was an honor, General.” The words that had been spoken by Sharp came out of Hunter's mouth, now in his voice too instead of the Captains. Sera only sobbed harder.

“No! Not you, no no,”

The light left his eyes and his hand stopped gripping hers.

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Sera awoke in bed, gasping for air. She sat up and ran her hands through her hair, trying to remember where she was.

He’s dead. They're all dead.

The door to her bedroom opened, and someone came through. Sera didn’t look up, but kept her fingers tangled in her short blonde hair, gripping her head tightly.

“Sera!” Hunter's smokey voice echoed through the room as he ran in, his vibroknife in hand. Sera kept staring down, trying to recall where she was and how she wasn’t injured. She pressed a hand to her side and felt no pain.

“What’s wrong, are you hurt?” He looked around, trying to find a threat.

“I-“ Sera couldn’t get another word out, and she tried to steady her breathing. Her memories started to come back to her now that she was awake.

It was just another nightmare. Everyone in clone force 99 is alive.

“I'm sorry, it was just a dream.” Sera's voice came back to her and she looked up to Hunter. His hair was messy, the bandana still in its rightful place though, and he wore his blacks.

He relaxed, then set the knife down on an end table, and looked down at her. He took in the scene, Sera shuddering in the bed, coated with sweat, breathing shakily. His expression softened as he began to comprehend what had happened. “A nightmare.” It didn't quite sound like a question when he said it, but Sera still nodded in confirmation.

Hunter looked away, placing a hand on his chin as he thought hard for a moment. Then an idea came to him and he looked up to Sera. “Will you be okay if I go for just a minute?”

Sera examined his expression. His eyes didn’t waver from her, and he waited patiently for her answer. She could tell that if she asked him to, he would stay with her no questions asked.

“Go, I’ll be okay.” Sera tried to smile and nod. She still felt herself shaking a bit, and she knew the smile probably wasn't convincing. Hunter nodded back and slipped out of the room.

While Hunter was gone, Sera sat herself up in the bed and tried to get more comfortable. She wiped away the layer of sweat that covered her forehead, and took slow, deep breaths. Her dream felt just like what happened on Umbara, it was almost a perfect replay, like the other times she had this nightmare. The difference this time was that the bad batch was there too, dying alongside her soldiers. But they’re alive, she reminded herself.

Sera’s thoughts were interrupted when Hunter opened the door, and held a steaming cup in his hand. His nose was wrinkled a bit, but he managed to maintain a normal expression otherwise. “Here.” He handed it to Sera. She looked curiously, and then took the cup. She instantly felt it’s warmth, and recognized it was Hot Coco.

“Hunter, you didn’t have to do that.” Sera looked at the cup gratefully. She knew the smell of the drink bothered him, ever since she made it for herself the first time she stayed aboard the havoc marauder. After seeing how it irritated Hunter's senses, she never drank it around them anymore.

Hunter shrugged, trying to act like it was no big deal. She could see his nose was still wrinkled, and turned away from the cup. “You’ve had a bad night. I know you like drinking this when you can’t sleep, Echo told me.”

Sera would’ve denied it if he hadn’t mentioned Echo, but it was true. Sera and Echo both had a habit of being insomniacs, and sometimes the two would pass by each other on a shared sleepless night, and sometimes they would keep eachother company

Sera sighed and decided not to fight Hunter on this. Despite what the clone thought, the Coco smelled amazing to her, and the warmth she felt from gripping it was inviting. “Thank you.” Sera quickly took a few sips, which turned into a few gulps of the chocolate drink. Hunter chuckled as she easily downed the drink.

“You're welcome.” He smiled and looked away, then sat at the edge of Sera’s bed. After she finished, she set the drink on her nightstand, just by her bed. She saw Hunter's knife was sitting just next to her now finished cup. She decided to reach for it, bringing it to her lap as she held it in her hands.

Hunter watched her fiddle with his knife, and decided to speak up. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked her. Sera looked up and met his eyes. He was leaning back on his hands, and she could tell he didn’t want to push her.

“Just bad memories.” She answered briefly, then looked back down to the knife. She held the point at the tip of her finger. Her brow furrowed as the memories flickered in her mind, and she mindlessly fiddled with the blade, scraping the tip of it on her fingers. Hunter's hand came over hers, and her eyebrows came up, slightly surprised. She didn’t move.

“We all have bad memories from the war.” Hunter opened her hand and took the knife away gently. After it left her hands, she squeezed her now open hand into a fist. She nodded at his words.

Sera had these dreams so many times, too many times to count. She’s even had these nightmares while traveling with the group of rogue clones. Something was different this time though. She didn’t have someone here when she awoke from the bad dreams.

Sera’s chest felt tight as the emotions began to overwhelm her. Despite not following the Jedi code anymore, She still found herself in the habit of trying to have no attachments. Being attached to her soldiers, her men, it’s what hurt her the most when they died. But here they were, more clones once again breaking her walls down.

Hunter's arm came around Sera’s shoulder, and she easily leaned in and rested her head on his shoulder.

“You’re safe now, Sera.” Hunter squeezed Sera’s shoulder, trying to comfort her.

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

Hunter turned his face a bit to eye her suspiciously. “You’re worried about us?”

Sera didn’t look at him. It felt like history was repeating itself. Sera finding more clones, joining arms with them, creating a close bond with them. There was only one thing left to make both of these stories the same.

No more deaths.

Hunter's chuckle brought Sera’s attention back to what was happening. “You know we can handle ourselves, right?” He was genuinely amused at the idea of Sera being worried about them.

“That was part of my nightmare.” Sera lowered her voice when she spoke, just breathing the words out.

Hunter didn’t laugh at that. Sera closed her eyes, and pressed her face into Hunter's shoulder. Hunter frowned at this, beginning to see how real her fear was.

“Hey,” Hunter shifted, moving so he could see her face. Sera lifted her face up when Hunter moved his shoulder away.

“We’re not going anywhere.” Hunter looked Sera dead in the eyes, both hands on her shoulder. He squeezed her shoulders gently. “You’re stuck with us as long as you’ll have us.” The corners of his mouth turned up a bit as he finished his sentence.

Starting to feel a surge of emotions come, Sera put her arms around Hunter and pulled him into an embrace. He wasn’t expecting it, but easily returned the gesture. He had gotten used to hugging more with her, and easily patted her back comfortingly.

“Thank you,” Sera breathed into Hunter's ear. Hunter froze for a moment, then straightened himself up and pulled away.

“Alright mesh’la, lay down and try to sleep.” Hunter gently grabbed onto Sera’s shoulders and started guiding her back down onto the bed.

“Mesh what now?” Sera yawned as she spoke. She didn’t know mando’a, except for picking up on some of the insults crosshair would direct to her occasionally.

“Sleep.” Hunter ordered, ignoring her question.

Despite wanting to argue, Sera’s eyes felt heavy, and she willingly laid back down on the bed. A few minutes passed, with Hunter staying diligently at the edge of the bed. He listened to her breathing, and glanced at her occasionally. He waited to be sure no signs of another nightmare came, and that Sera would sleep soundly. Once he was confident she was fast asleep, Hunter planned to quietly leave the room and go back to sleep.

Once he shifted though, he felt fingers grip his wrist. He turned to glance at Sera. She wasn’t awake, but when he moved she reached out and grabbed him. Hunter tried to peel her fingers off, but she shifted in the bed, only tightening her grip.

Who knew she could get so attached?

Hunter gave up on leaving, already entranced by watching her sleep. He did, however, feel too uncomfortable with sitting on her bed any longer, so he instead reached over to a chair just a few feet away and pulled it up. He settled in, leaving his arm on the bed that Sera would not release. The chair and his body were parallel to the bed, and he continued to watch her carefully, ready to chase away any nightmares that came.

#tbb #the bad batch #clone force 99 #hunter #oc story #jedi oc #tcw #the clone wars #star wars

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