#to you. like making clones of yourself and then forgetting you did so but every once in a while going 'shit... there's clones out there..

[evilminji]

Ya'll know our BELOVED? Little Baby Man?

The noodliest ghosty boy?

What if he WAS Baby? It wouldn't be the first time Danny's enemies plotting gave him offspring. Only this time it's not a clone! It's a proper GHOST baby. Like Lunch Box.

Who's the other parent I hear you ask?

Pretty human-centric view point there buddy, to assume Ghosts NEED two participants to make an offspring. OR are limited to two! Just cause Lunch Lady And Boxie are a couple doesn't mean that's the standard!

We lack data here! ASSUME NOTHING. *sciences harder in your direction*

*awkward cough*

*shuffles notes*

ANYWAY! The child! All it would really take is one(1) VERY poorly timed ambush attack. Imagine if you will, a cell. How does it multiply? While not even close, the simplistic images ARE pretty good as an explanation!

But isn't that just an ecto-clone? You say?

Close!

But THOSE? Are hollow bags of GOO!

No CORE! *slaps the chalkboard behind me*

However! If you wanted, say, a precious bundle off joy? Well, nothing can come from perfect void! You must contribute the building blocks of LIFE! And what are those, my students, in ghost biology??!

Two vital pieces! The Ectoplasm aaaaaaand? That's RIGHT!

The CORE!

A critical and ever vital part of ghost biological function.

Which, like every OTHER part of the body, is malleable. One could, say, make it smaller. Create part of a proto core. OR, should one be ALONE in this process, a FULL protocol.

Upon which, ectoplasm latches, builds, develops and grows. Becomes its own soul.

Now! Do Not mistake me! There is a WILDLY vast difference between the formation of a core and a shattered core. Between willing life and untimely second death. It is not, and never WILL be, easy to create the soul of a child. Tampering with your core is PAINFUL, dangerous, and leaves you WILDLY vulnerable.

There is a REASON Neverborn are so precious.

Buuuuut..... *pulls out a book labeled "Curses Though The Ages"* we must ALSO consider the famed Fenton Luck(tm).

Consider! Where would be the "safest" place to practice making clones of yourself? A place that's wide open. No one wearing white likely to take pot shots at you while your attention is divided in multiple places at once. No parents blowing up the basement at a delicate moment and leaving you trying to hide that extra arm for a week...

Maybe you forget... oh yeah... OTHER GHOSTS.

So there Danny floats. In the Zone. DISTRACTED. His core HUGE from all that recently Royal business as it tries to digest it. Feeling bloated. Trying to work off some energy, as it were. Then who should come along? Why, the universes BEST HUNTER of course! To say *gun powering up noise* :) HI :)

Like buddies DO.

Danny doesn't see him.

Danny is mid-split.

At his limit, honestly. Already made as many copies as he usually can. Is trying for ooooone moooooore..... when...

PAIN. Something cracks.

He loses concentration. Tries to curl in on himself.

Both 1.5 of him tries. He loses hold of the "clone's" Ecto. Somethings free floating leaving his chest along with it. Behind him, Skulker is freaking out. That was MEANT to be on opening volley. A gentle little "hey, come fight me". That crack sounded SERIOUS.

Danny can't breathe. It's like the portal all over again. He curls tighter and tighter. Feels the crown, which was not THERE until this moment, press down tight and gripping onto his head. Thrumming. And then... something feels like a muscle releasing.

His core is... smaller? He'd been watching its progress, it couldn't have digest so fast... how did it lose so much... mass...

Danny feels all the blood drain from his face.

He nearly died.

Again.

His... his soul... WHERE IS HIS SOUL?? That's a piece of him! A part of his SOU-!

He spins around... only to meet the eyes off a blearly blinking, noodlish, cartoon like gremlin with his color scheme. Who's floating along like they're in zero-g. Just... drifting in a slow circle.

They yawn at him with a mouth full of teeny tiny baby fangs. Then chirp.

That's his Son. He doesn't know how, he doesn't know WHY, but he somehow instinctively... just... KNOWS?

They blep.

Danny looks a Skulker. His eyes hold MURDER.

"You're paying child support."

"......yes sir."

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

[kaminocasey]

In the Tide

Summary: A soft moment is shared between two commanders on a beach.

Pairing: Jedi!Reader x Wolffe

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Partial nudity? Soft!Wolffe, reader gets self conscious about body, Jedi!Reader

WC: 1.5K

A/N: I didn't write this with a part 2 particularly in mind, but lemme know if I should write one! Obviously this isn't for everyone, and that's alright. <3 :) (pics from pinterest)

TAGLIST FORM │Wolffe Playlist

For the first time in weeks, you get to feel the sun kiss your skin once again. It’s been so long since you’d gotten to bask in any sort of sunlight. And now, since you have a few days of rest, you’ve gone trekking through the woods until you’re met with an endless blue on blue. A cloudless blue sky and an ocean so turquoise, you could cry. What a gorgeous sight. 

Closing your eyes and reaching out into the force around you, you make sure that you’re safe and there are no threats, but nothing makes itself known. As you drop your pack, you pull out a blanket and set it down on the warm sand, kicking off your boots first, smiling at the feel of it trickling between your toes. Then, you take off your robes, and your under clothes until you’re in just your undergarments. As you start walking toward the ocean, you feel a familiar presence and you stop, turning toward him.  

“Commander?” Wolffe stands in front of you, eyeing your nearly naked form. 

You cross your arms, slightly self conscious. “Oh, Commander Wolffe. You found me.” 

He notices the change in your body language and looks away. 

“Is everything okay? Am I needed back at base?” You ask, prepared to throw your robes back on. 

“No, ma’am. I just… wanted to make sure you were safe.” He stands awkwardly with his arms at his side, but his hands fidget slightly, like he’s not sure what to do. 

“Oh. That’s nice of you. There’s nothing threatening on this beach.” You smile, teasingly. “Except perhaps yourself.”

You don’t miss the slight huff of a laugh that he’d never let anyone other than his brothers and Master Plo Koon hear. It’s a nice sound and you like his smirk. 

“Did Plo send you?” You start to wiggle your toes in the sand again. 

“No, he didn’t. I came on my own.” He looks at you again and you can’t help but grin.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you might care about me, Wolf- Commander.” You tease, sitting down on the blanket and pat the spot next to you.

He looks back toward the treeline, perhaps to make sure no one else was coming, and then starts to unclick his plastoid armor. Slightly entranced, you can’t seem to look away. And when you look up at his face, you find his eyes never leaving your face. A heat that’s hotter than the sun creeps through your veins at the realization. 

Your mouth goes dry the moment he strips down to just his briefs, causing you to quickly look away toward the horizon as he sits next to you on the blanket. You’d never seen a clone without clothes before, but you know you’re never gonna forget how toned Wolffe is. How his tanned skin practically gleams in the bright sun. 

There’s always been a sort of trust between you and Wolffe. He didn’t find you incompetent like a lot of the Jedi. He’d never say as much, but he didn’t trust many of them. Perhaps just you, Master Plo Koon, and Master Kenobi. But you always felt there was possibly something more than trust between the two of you. It could just be in your head, though. 

“I wish I could see this every day.” You murmur, crossing your legs. 

“I hate the ocean.” Wolffe tells you, honestly.

“Why’s that?” You ask, looking at him.

His eyes, one brown, one cybernetic, are focused on yours. 

“Reminds me of Kamino.” He shrugs.

You suppose that’s understandable. You’d only heard rumors of the extensiveness that the higher rank clones had to go through. 

“So, swimming with me is off the table?” You ask, smiling. 

His face is serious as ever as he looks out at the calm waves. “Not safe.” 

“Can you see that with that eye of yours?” You tease. 

He smirks, amused. “Sure.” 

You let out a disappointed huff and fall back on the blanket, letting the warm sun wash over you. When you open your eyes, landing on Wolffe, you notice him staring at your bare stomach. Immediately self conscious, you cross your arms over your stomach but his hands stop you. 

“Don’t.” He murmurs, softly. 

“What?” Your mouth goes dry again.

“Don’t cover up…” He whispers, placing your wrist to your side. “You don’t need to do that. Not with me.”

“O-okay.” You can’t look away from him now. 

You sense desire roll over him and if you weren’t already laying down, you’re pretty sure the full force of his desire would be enough to knock you over. Does he know that you can sense these things? Surely with Plo Koon as his general, he does. 

“Wolffe?” You whisper, softly. 

He’s looking at your lips now and the absolute fire that was coursing through your veins only moments ago makes its way much, much lower. With parted lips, you reach up for Wolffe, ghosting your fingers down his muscular bicep. He stops your hand with his own and holds it there. 

You’re not sure how long you stare at each other like that. Can he sense the desire radiating from you? Does he know you well enough by now? You hope so.

A beeping comes from both your comms, indicating you’re needed back at base. With a breathless, yet annoyed, huff, Wolffe lets go of your hand and pressing the button on both of your comms to let them know you both got the message. 

He stands up and hands you your clothing, turning around to give you a moment of privacy while he also dresses and clicks his armor into place. The intimate moment between you is long gone as you realize you have to go back to reality. 

As you pack the blanket back up, grabbing your pack, you look back out at the ocean for another moment and when you turn around, you find Wolffe staring at you again. 

“Wha-” You start but he cuts you off by running his hand around your lower back to pull you against himself. 

You look up into his eyes and realize he’s waiting for you to tell him to stop, but you want this just as bad, if not more. 

“Please…” You whisper, glancing at his lips.

That’s all the confirmation he needed as he gently brushes his lips over yours. It’s not exactly what you were expecting. You were expecting quick roughness. Like his fighting style. This is… leisurely soft. Like he has all the time in the world to do this. You wish you did. Finding yourself kissing him back, you drop your pack back into the sand and wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him. To this moment. 

“I’ve… wanted to do that for some time now… Commander.” He smiles ever so slightly. 

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking about it as well.” You smile up at him, cupping his cheek, softly. 

He rests his head against yours for just a moment and then lets go of you. “We should head back.” 

You nod in agreement and pick your pack up as he picks his helmet up out of the sand, dusting it off and tucking it under his arm as you start your trekk back through the woods. 

Then, Wolffe surprises you again. He offers his free arm and you can’t help the little flip in your stomach as you hide your smile and take it, wrapping your hands around the cool plastoid. How is it so cool after being in the sunlight? 

You want to ask him so many things. But you know he’s a man of few words, and you definitely don’t want to annoy him. 

“Can I ask you something?” He surprises you again and asks. 

“Oh. Of course.” You nod. 

“Did you know?” He asks, looking down at you.

“Know what?” You give him a confused look.

“About my feelings for you?” He stops to stand in front of you. 

“I um… had my suspicions… in a way.” You smile up at him, taking his hand. 

He nods. “I’m not used to this…” 

“I know. It’s okay. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Wolffe.” You start walking back toward the base, seeing it just through the treeline. 

He falls in step next to you again. “Maybe… we could continue our moment later tonight?” 

“I’d like that very much.” You can’t seem to stop smiling.

When you return to base, you’re needed immediately in the briefing tent and yet… your mind can’t help but linger on that moment with Wolffe on the beach and what tonight could hold for the two of you. 

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[urlocalreadermooni]

Part 2 of 

Aizetsu x Reader (Hashira)

Part 1

“Oh how delightful~” Karaku said from behind you. Wrapping his arms around you and licking your neck. You shivered and tried to get him off of you but he didn’t DARE let go. “Get off her Karaku. You're making me upset.” Aizetsu said while grabbing you away from him. You were just stunned. No words, just stunned. “Both of you stop bickering. It's pissing me off.” 

Sekido said with anger. Walking up to you, staring you in the eyes. “If you are with the others. You're with me too. She's pretty pathetic for a hashira.” He scoffed. You nudged Aizetsu to let you go and he did, you walked to Sekido and smiled. “You look like you need a hug.” And hugged him. He stood there, stunned. Wondering why that was your first reaction. You heard laughing from behind you. Looking up you see Sekido blushing like CRAZY. 

You started giggling and cupped his cheek with your hand, kissing him and walking away, leaving him there. Urogi was getting a kick out of this and was laughing so hard. He practically fell on the floor laughing.

It has been 2 weeks since the demon slayer corp has heard from you, usually you get in and get out with your missions. When your crow had returned to them claiming that you had been taken away by an uppermoon, the other hashira were not too happy about it.

“Are you kidding me..” Sanemi said in annoyance. 

Mitsuri was dreaded to hear the news and started crying. She loved you! (In a friendly way.) “How could this happen! I was there! I didn’t know she was there!”

Shinobu was comforting Mitsuri, “Maybe she will return? We should always hope for the best.”

Muichiro was the most furious of them all. He might forget a lot of things, but he could never forget you. “I am going back.” and he was gone in a flash. 

“We pray for your safety.. Kind soul..” Gyomei had tears streaming down his eyes as he prayed for your safety.

“Another hashira gone… We can’t replace them fast enough..” Obanai said coldly, not caring that you were gone. 

Giyuu didn’t really say anything.

Kagaya was deeply upset at another one of his children going missing.

You were pampering Aizetsu since the other 3 clones had left to go hunt for humans. Kissing all over his face and cuddling him. He would let out the cutest giggles and repay your kindness with his own. Kissing you back and loving you. He would fidget with your hair and every so often bury his face into the crook of your neck to just take in your scent. It might sound weird but it felt comforting to him. You didn’t find it weird at all (hopefully) and thought it was cute!

 “You make me so happy.. It makes me want to cry..” You smiled and kissed him on the cheek. You loved him very much, you loved all the clones very much! The more time you spend with them the more you fall for them. You know if you were caught loving them, you would be forced to kill yourself. But did you care? Not really.

Aizetsu had nuzzled into your neck and started softly kissing your neck, causing you to chuckle since it felt almost ticklish. He was mumbling sweet nothings into your neck, causing your face to be bright red. You were sitting on his lap when Urogi came bursting through the door. (You guys found an abandoned house to rest in when it was daytime) He looked at you two for a minute and started chuckling. “Aizetsu stop hogging all the fun!~” Aizetsu looked at him angrily interrupting his moment with you. “What do you want Urogi.. You are upsetting me..”

 Urogi sighed and looked at the two of you seriously. “That black and blue haired hashira is back, and keeps shouting your name, (Name).” You stopped smiling. “Muichiro… No he shouldn’t be here. Get him out of her WITHOUT hurting him.. Please..” You asked Urogi and he nodded. “Anything you wish for my dove~” You blushed at the sudden nickname. “I will tell the others not to hurt him!” He laughed a bit and asked “What is he to you anyway.” He asked a bit more seriously but still smiling. “He's my little brother..” he started smiling more. “Ohh! I thought he was trying to steal you from us~” He walked over to you lifting your chin and kissing you before leaving.

Aizetsu had an angry look on his face, he looked at you and pulled you closer. Hugging you tightly. “Pay attention to me. It's making me sad that you're paying more attention to him than me.” You giggled at his act of jealousy. “Aww~ you're so cute Aizetsu!” You continued to pamper him with kisses and attention for hours.

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[starrylothcat]

Hello there! I absolutely love your writing, I often feel bad I’m constantly littering your notifications 👉🏼👈🏼

I’m not sure if you’ve done this but I would love a hunter x f!Jedi reader with spicy prompt “make me forget today” with either side being angsty.

In my mind the dynamic between the two is similar to codywan- really close but duty comes first. Could take place during clone wars or bad batch show, whichever you think would work best! Can definitely be NSFW, whatever you’re comfortable with.

And of course, feel free to pass if this ask isn’t for you. I completely understand! All the love! 💕💕

Conquest of Spaces

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Jedi Reader

Summary: You and Hunter give in to one another, your hidden feelings set free. It’s something that you both know can’t continue, but when you meet again after Order 66, are you finally allowed to have what you’ve always wanted?

WC: 3600

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. PiV sex, angst, happy ending and Soft Hunter Bad Batch. Reader is a fem Jedi, looks not described and no pronouns used. Takes place before and after Order 66.

A/N: Never feel bad for spamming my notifications! Oh do I love me clone and Jedi angst. Thank you so much for the amazing prompt, I hope you enjoy it. It’s fluffy and angsty and hopefully kind of romantic? Lol 🥹👉👈

“Please make me forget today.” Those five words, spoken in broken desperation, sealed your fate. “Please.

You didn’t mean for this to happen, to allow feelings to bloom between the cracks. You tried plucking out the weeds, clearing those aggressively growing sentiments from your subconscious but they resurfaced stronger every time.

Your voice shook as you whispered those words in his ear, grasping onto his armor like it was a lifeline, you knew it wasn’t fair.

It was unjust to both him and yourself.

He could have said no, pushed you away.

You could have attempted to hold yourself together, to put on the in-control, strong Jedi facade one more time, though that mask was beginning to fracture.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it up before it would shatter completely into dust.

You were assigned to work with him and his brothers often, building trust with the team that few others had.

You and Hunter shared a strong camaraderie, a fellowship forged by mutual respect and dedication to your roles in the Republic. Your ability to understand one another with just a glance, how perfectly you fit together, could not be denied.

You tried to disregard the growing lingering glances, the way his tone would soften when he addressed you, or how he frequently invaded your dreams.

You could tell he was restraining himself, too. He knew the risks, the dangers of letting emotions divert you from your defined roles in this war.

Maybe in a different life, you could have more, but not in this one.

You locked those feelings away, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore them.

It wasn’t until you returned to Kamino after a disastrous mission that you left that hidden chest of feelings unlocked, whether you did it purposefully or not.

You had lost most of your squad. It wasn’t your fault, but you were bearing the burden.

You had known Hunter was on Kamino for a short leave, and comm’d him to meet you. He was the only one you could talk to.

Hunter met you, knowing immediately something was wrong. Hunter listened to you speak, your words quickly coming out as quiet sobs, feeling lost. You were supposed to be a protector, a peacekeeper. You felt as if you were failing. You told him of all your uncertainties about the war, and how you didn’t feel like a protector when all you did was fight for something that seemingly had no purpose or end.

You don’t remember the exact timeline of events, but after you breathed those words, his arms were around you, pulling you into a firm embrace as you leaned against his armor.

He murmured that he understood, and the burdens of being a leader weighed heavy on him, too.

You had looked up at him, locking on to his honeyed eyes you often found yourself lost in, almost too gentle to belong to a born and bred warrior such as him.

Hunter’s face was so close to yours, that you could see the speckles in his cornea and edges of his tattoo where the ink had bled into his skin.

His musky, spicy scent overtook your senses right before his lips met yours.

Hunter’s lips were warm, his stubble lightly scratching your face as his tongue slid against your own, your previous tears now long dried.

He pulled away, giving you the chance to say something.

“If I’ve gone too far-“ He started, but was cut off as you pulled him back in, your body buzzed with a craving you didn’t realize was possible.

This kiss was more fervid, and desperate as he wrapped his gloved hand in your hair. You were weightless in his arms, your mind spun with excitement, guilt, desire, and regret.

You shouldn't be indulging in this, letting him whisk you off your feet as he carries you into a nearby weapons closet, his mouth nipping and licking at every pressure and pleasure point on your neck.

The door slid shut, mouths crashing together again, tugging off armor and robes alike as everything that had been built between the two of you was finally set free. The thin, fraying tether that was keeping your professional relationship and what you truly desired apart had finally snapped.

It was a moment of weakness for you both.

But neither of you stopped.

You didn’t know where either of you began or ended, bodies burning with need as he slid into you, his mouth leaving marks along your collarbone.

Hunter’s pace was rigorous, knowing you didn’t have much time. Even as he desperately pounded into you, his touches were generous and worshipful, almost like you’ve done this a million times before.

He knew exactly where to feel you, he knew exactly what you wanted and when you wanted it. He rasped between strained groans about how beautiful you were, and how long he’s been wanting this.

You didn’t respond, knowing if you did, it would make this situation even more complicated than it currently was.

All you could do was gasp his name, pulling him closer and closer to you, wishing that you could stay in this weapons closet for the rest of time, just you and him.

Afterward, as you lay sweaty and messy, awkwardly perched on a weapons locker, there was so much you wanted to say.

Instead, the words hung in the air with your heavy breaths as you quickly dressed.

You could feel Hunter’s eyes boring into your soul, not knowing exactly what to do next. Hunter broke the silence, speaking the words he knew he shouldn’t say, the utterance like blades piercing your heart.

“I love you.”

You bit your lip which was now trembling, tearing your eyes from his, unable to look at him.

“Hunter…”

Why did he have to say it out loud?

Guilt weighed in your gut, as heavy as durasteel, knowing you shouldn’t have given in.

You wanted to cradle his face, kiss him, run your fingers through his locks, and tell him you loved him too.

Of course you loved him. You’ve always loved him.

You wanted nothing more than to just be with him, but you both knew that was a fantasy.

The war was only becoming more devastating, more clones and Jedi were needed by the day to keep the peace.

Hunter was the one his brothers looked to for leadership. He couldn’t leave his squad, his family.

For you to be the perfect Jedi the Council wanted, you needed a clear conscience and a pure heart. That meant no selfish attachments to cloud your mind.

Hunter placed his thumb and forefinger under your chin, seeing your face darken at his words. He tilted your head toward him.

“I know you can’t say it back. But I want you to know.”

His lips met yours once more, chaste and restrained, before exiting the closet without looking back.

You almost called out to him, to return the forbidden words. Instead, you let him walk away.

It was the last time you saw him before the galaxy erupted into chaos a few short weeks later.

Everything you once understood, once thought to be true, was burned and spread with the ash of the Jedi Temple.

You narrowly escaped, losing contact with everyone and anyone, hiding on remote planet after remote planet, not staying in one place too long.

You thought of Hunter, nausea wrenching your gut. Was he alive? How many Jedi has he killed? Was he with the Empire now?

The thought of him pointing his blaster at you, his viroblade at your throat, the tender glint in his deep, brown eyes replaced with bloodlust made your stomach lurch.

It made you sick, wishing so desperately you would have told him you loved him, said it out loud. You wished you had not been afraid, tethered to the Jedi Code that now meant nothing.

As you wandered and hid, you found yourself holding your comm, wanting to contact Hunter.

You knew you couldn’t, but not knowing whether he was alive, dead, or worse, ate at your soul.

Whether it was The Force, cosmic fate, divine intervention, or pure coincidence, you would see Hunter again.

You caught wind of a smuggler offering credits for jobs on Ord Mantell, in desperate need of work.

When you saw Hunter and his brothers sitting at the bar in Cid’s seedy establishment, you thought you were dreaming, or stepping into a trap.

They just stared, just as shocked to see you.

You whipped out your blaster, memories of clones pulling their own blasters on you, firing without mercy as you begged them to stop as you barely made it alive out of the Temple.

“I-I don’t want to hurt you!” You stood your ground, trying to hide the fear in your voice.

No, no, no, no, this can’t be happening!

Hunter was the first to stand up slowly, your name leaving his lips in quiet surprise.

You gripped your blaster, waiting for the moment he drew his.

Tech stood up slowly next, raising his arms.

“We won’t hurt you.” Tech said. “The chips did not activate in us.”

“Chips? What chips? What are you talking about?”

Your blood was ice, stepping backward toward the exit.

“Please I don’t want to…“

Your finger hovered on the trigger, not knowing if you’d have to fight those who you once called friends, the man who you once loved, and still did.

Hunter examined you, as if not believing what he was seeing was real. Maybe you were a ghost. You sure felt like one.

Your eyes darted between them all, none of them reaching for their weapons.

Your body shook, tears in your eyes, never expecting to see anyone you knew ever again, especially not them. You slowly lowered your blaster as Hunter approached you, placing his hand on your wrist as your legs almost gave out from the adrenaline coursing through your body.

“Is it really you…?” You choked out, your blaster clattering to the ground. Hunter nodded, pulling you in close for an embrace, saying your name with such profound relief you could have fainted.

Hunter pulled away, his eyes swimming with emotion, as were yours. Before you could say any more, the rest of the squad were surrounding you.

You hugged them all, too, happy to see them alive, and not trying to murder you.

It was a bittersweet reunion, catching up on all that had happened once they convinced you they weren’t dangerous.

They explained everything.

The chips, the conspiracy, Crosshair, Omega.

Your mind spun, trying to process it all.

All the while, Hunter’s eyes never left yours in all the hours you sat at the bar.

There was so much you wanted to say, but it had to wait.

They invited you on their next mission with Cid, even offering a small cut of the credits when the job was completed.

You agreed, having no other option than to say yes, though it made you nervous to join them, especially since the Empire was already on their tail.

Adding an (ex) Jedi to the mix could make things messy.

They didn’t seem too concerned, as long as you didn’t make yourself obvious.

Hunter gave you a small smile, a knowing look in his eyes flashing momentarily, his hand coming to your shoulder as you stood up from the bar to head to The Marauder.

“I’m happy you’re coming with. We’ve…I’ve missed you.” Hunter spoke quietly.

“I’ve missed you too, Hunter.” He nodded, wanting to say more, but Echo was gesturing to him to go over the mission details.

He squeezed your shoulder. “See you on the ship.”

You stepped onto The Marauder, and not much had changed, besides Crosshair’s absence and Omega’s new corner of the ship that she proudly gave you a tour of.

As you took off from Ord Mantell, watching the planet get smaller as you ascended into the atmosphere, it felt like before, when things were more simple.

Eager for your next assignment, ready to serve the Republic and make the Council proud.

You sat in a blast chair, watching the boys talk and Omega peering over Hunter’s shoulder as he set the hyperspace coordinates.

It felt like old times. Almost.

The job was simple, at least that’s how Cid described it. You were to retrieve a package from an arms dealer who was expecting you in a small village of the heavily forested planet you were heading for.

You weren’t to meet him until the next day, so you had downtime the evening before.

Tech landed the ship in a small clearing on top of a hill, most of the planet thick with old-growth trees. A lake was nestled amongst the trees down the sloping hill a few klicks away.

The water reflected the sun that was almost set as two moons drifted into the sky to replace the star in the sky.

Tech and Echo were busy looking at the map, deciding the best way to get to the village the next day while Wrecker and Omega played a game of Dejarik. Hunter was quietly and diligently cleaning his blaster, sneaking glances at you as he did so.

Hunter was respecting your boundaries, not wanting to push you into anything too quickly. He wanted nothing more than to kick everyone off the ship, wrap himself around you, feel you against him, proving that you were indeed real. He assumed you were still weary of clones, which he didn’t blame you for. He was just happy you were alive, and safe. That was enough for him, if nothing else.

You knew he was looking at you while you were organizing your things. You desperately wanted to talk to him alone, about the last time you saw one another.

Did he still love you? Did he mean what he said? Could you even pick up where you left off, after all that’s happened?

You peered at the clones you shared the ship with, tears filling the sides of your eyes, memories flooding back to you of your time with them. It seemed so simple back then. But now…what were you? They were still clones but now untethered by what they were bred for.

You were free as well, though the Jedi Code still burned into your skull, finding it hard to forget. If you weren’t a Jedi anymore, then what were you?

“Are you okay?” Omega noticed you, your hands trembling.

You sniffed, quickly wiping your eyes. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, especially Hunter’s.

“I…just need some air.” You stood up, shoving your pack under a blast chair. “I’ll be at the lake if you need me.”

You smashed the button to lower the ramp and headed out before it even touched the ground, before anyone could say anything to you.

Intense emotions swirled in your chest, briskly walking toward the serene water. The cool air of the evening calmed the ache in your being slightly, your hands still trembling.

The man you loved was in the ship behind you, and yet your footsteps led you further away from him. It was almost too much, suddenly being back with them, with him.

You roamed silently to the lake, sitting down near the edge of the water.

You closed your eyes, trying to meditate, focusing on your emotions. You honed in on the water lapping at the shore, the breeze rustling through the leaves, and the distant call of a nocturnal predatory bird.

You knew Hunter was there before he spoke.

“Everything is different now.” His voice was low. “It’s…still hard for me, too.”

You nodded, biting your lip, your eyes still closed.

“I tried to find you, to see if you were alive. But I didn’t want to risk endangering you.”

You slowly opened your eyes, focusing on him. He was looking right at you, his form illuminated by the glow of the moons.

“I didn’t know…I was afraid…” You stammered. “I wanted nothing more than to know if you were alive…I’m sorry that I never…” Your next words were caught in your throat as Hunter’s lips met yours, soft and loving. You were transported to your first kiss, all that time ago.

That ache in your chest was suddenly gone, replaced with a weightlessness only he could make you feel.

He pulled away almost as quickly as he leaned in.

He silently gazed at you, a hand coming to caress the side of your face.

You leaned into his touch, bringing your hand over his. “I never stopped thinking about you.” He whispered, his thumb tracing your cheek.

“Can I kiss you again?” He murmured.

“Yes.”

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Soon, you laid out underneath him, your clothes a makeshift blanket under you on the shore of the lake.

Instead of in a cramped weapons closet, you were free in the evening air, the endless sky above you.

You took your time re-exploring each other’s bodies, relishing in languid pleasure as the moons hung heavy in the night sky.

Hunter did not leave an inch of your body untouched, bringing you to your peak over and over again with his hands and mouth, making up for the lost time.

When he was satisfied you were ready for him, he positioned himself on top of you, his hair hanging from his headband, haloing his face above you.

He slowly entered you, moans leaving both of your lips, your hands coming around his shoulders, welcoming the stretch as he sank into you. It was mind-melting pleasure, feeling him so close and real.

Hunter stopped once he was fully seated in you, dropping his head to your side.

“I still love you.” His lips were right at your ear, deep inside you, but not moving. Not yet.

You cradled his face, just as you wished you did all that time ago as he searched your eyes for an answer.

Part of him worried you had just made the same mistake as before, giving into your carnal desires when there was still so much uncertainty.

Was this something you should be doing, was it selfish to want one another when others were still suffering?

You kissed him gently, tears catching on your eyelashes, his worried thoughts evaporating with your touch.

“I’m sorry I never said it back.” You traced his tattoo with your fingertip, his eyes closing, relishing your touch.

“You couldn’t. I knew you couldn’t.” He muttered, his brows furrowed. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position…”

“We can now. We can say it.”

Hunter’s eyes opened, a gentle smile on his face. “Then say it.” He pressed his forehead to yours.

“I love you, Hunter. I always have.”

He smiled as he nuzzled the side of your face, the world melting away as he began to move, bodies entwined as one.

You were boneless and safe in his embrace as his fingers and lips molded to you perfectly.

His thrusts were slow and purposeful, his eyes never leaving yours.

Hunter touched you like before, like you’ve been lovers for 100 years, mapping your body so lovingly, so exquisitely, so perfectly.

He was afraid if he didn’t intricately memorize every curve and soft swell of your body, you might slip away again, and he wouldn’t get another chance.

You locked your ankles around his waist, changing the angle. Hunter let out a low whine, his head falling to your shoulder as your pleasure grew.

You were thankful for the slight breeze coming off the water, sweat forming on your bodies as your passion intensified.

You lightly tugged at his hair, his name leaving your lips in breathy mewls, his baritone moans thick with longing, dropping an octave as you clenched around him.

Hunter brought a finger to your clit, drawing tight circles, his thrusts hitting you in such a way you couldn’t discern the stars in your vision from the ones in the sky above.

Your fingernails dug into his muscled shoulder blades as your body arched toward him.

Hunter was drunk on your smell, your body, his senses absorbing every small sound.

Your intense arousal filled his nostrils, tasting your sweet skin as he left open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your body was on fire, overwhelmed by his tenderness, his devout passion, wordlessly telling you how much you meant to him.

“I’m right here, I have you.” Hunter rumbled, pressing his lips to yours, feeling your body tremble as you teetered on the precipice of your final orgasm. “I’ll always have you.”

He swallowed your pleasured sobs as you came, constricting and trembling around him, sending him over the edge.

Hunter let out a shuddered groan, pressing his hips into yours one final time, filling you with his release, his lips still on yours.

Your hands delicately roamed his back, your eyes fluttering open to meet his as he rested his weight on his forearms around you.

Your bodies stilled, trying to catch your breaths, the only other sound the tranquil waves splashing on the shore behind you.

You held on to one another, not wanting this moment to end. Hunter left feather-light kisses on your jawbone, leading to your lips, sliding his mouth to yours for an immensely passionate kiss.

The future was uncertain and unmapped, just as it was back when you were Jedi and soldier. You may have to take up your old roles once again, putting duty before all else.

You made peace with that, knowing how you felt for one another would only make you stronger, having something real to hold on to as you traversed into the unknown.

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[bubbles-lounge]

Hello again! It's time for angst!

What if reader was kindapped and they we're to busy that they found out like 1-2 days later then when they found Reader she/he was covered in blood (but reader survived)

(Have a good day!)

Alrightyyyyyy! This gonna be fun

By the way I did so that reader was found as no use and just dumped somewhere in the nation(probably not to far if the nations big)

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Childe

He came back from work exaughsted all he wanted to do was hold you, he opened the door and yelled that he was home waiting for you to throw yourself at him like you always would do. He waited but nothing happened, mabye you were just asleep, yea. He walked rather fast to your shared room to not see you there, panic now was pumpkin through his veins. He ran around the house to find you, the stuff hadn't been touched for a few days, childe was scared. He ran out the house, the exaughsion he felt before gone. All he wanted to do was find you. He had spent awhile running around trying to find you, but when he found you he felt his soul leave his body. You were there but your state was terrible, blood was every where.. He ran to you and felt for your pulse, it was there! He picked you up and ran as Fay as he could back to your house to help you.

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Diluc

He was very busy with the winery. He had barely been coming into your room and sleeping, hell he barely saw you any more, so when his work load started to go down to a reasonable amount he went straight to find you asking adaleline where you where only to hear her say you went out for shopping a day ago but she hasn't seen you since, she said that she probably missed you and you were in their bedroom. Diluc nodded a went straight to your bedroom. He didn't see you and what he had thought when adaeline said she hasn't seen you since you left for shopping came back, someone kidnapped you. He oaniced as he ran out of the manor and went looking for you, through mondstadt city, still couldn't find you, he ran out of mondstadt city to find you. He found you just not how he would have hoped, there you we're covered in blood. He picked you up and checked your pluse and once he knew there was a pluse he ran back to the manor to have someone help you.

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Dottore

He is always busy. He tries to make time for you but he just gets so lost in his work that he forgets about time. After all he hasn't ever really had a proper S/O. So imagine when he finally finishes the assignment that the harbingers had asked him to do(mainly pierro) only for the segments to tell him that they haven't see you recently. He thinks you just went out for a bit, until they mention it's been over a day since you were seen by anyone. Now dottores concerned, where are you? He sent the clones to look for you, they had came back after too many hours, mabye even a day. Dottore saw your limp and bloody body in one if their arms. He grabbed everything he knew he needed to help you. Let's say he never let the segments shrug that off again.

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Alhaitham

Alhaitham had been quite busy since the incident with the sages and being the acting-grand sage. He hadn't been home for a week or two and he entered the door exhausted and just wanting to go and lay in your arms, he closed the door and went straight to your shared room as he expected you to be asleep with how late it was and with the fact he didn't hear you downstairs. But as he entered the bedroom and couldn't see you he started to search the house for you but after ages of searching for you and not being able to find you he started to panic. He left the house as he started ask any Sumeru citizens that were awake if they had seen you, most people knew who you were as you were often see with him, when nobody had seen you recently he panicked more as he left the city and started to look at any camps around and found you near a Fatui camp but your state was bad. You had blood everywhere and cuts all over your body. Alhaitham picked you up and ran back to the city to have you checked up as he was running he checked you pulse as was abit relieved to feel it.

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Sorry I haven't posted in a while,my mental health has been declining recently i apologize to the anon that sent me the other ask, I'll get to it soon.

Remember you are wonderful, stunning and beautiful<3

Remember to eat and drink water(especially if your Ina hot country) <3

Have a lovely day/night<3

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CHISHIYA SHUNTARO BEING THAT DEADPAN KINDA CUTE WITH HIS KIDS

That's it, that's the request... Anyway. How are you? Did you drink water today? Hope everything is okay :3

Here's the request! I hope that you're going to like it. I'm also fine, and I adored writing this kind of situation of Chishiya. Let me know if I'm lacking something in this story!

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The Most Beautiful Thing

It's been years since the traumatizing events passed. You don't want to remember it since it still affects you so much that it causes you terrible nightmares. But, you also don't want to forget it that much because if that tragedy didn't happen, you wouldn't be able to meet your husband, Chishiya Shuntarō.

You both had three little dovey kids. They are all lovely and playful, and you and your husband treat your kids like a treasure that others cannot find or obtain.

Ever since you both had kids, the nightmares of the borderland stopped. You would dream of your family instead of that scary event. You were glad it had already stopped because you don't know what to do anymore if it keeps showing up.

It's Saturday.

The day that your children are always excited to spend with their parents.

You and Chishiya talked about this before you had kids, that every Saturday, you will both spend your whole day with your children. It's a charming deal; you're happy that both of you made this deal.

You woke up and heard nothing but complete silence in the living room. You rushed to go in there, and to your surprise, you saw your kids hanging their mouths open while your husband, Chishiya, demonstrated how to make a DIY fan.

Oh, this man. You face-slapped yourself while laughing at yourself. You thought that something might bad happen to your kids.

You hid in the corner to watch them get along. Having kids was out of Chishiya's plan; you respected that, but it surprised you when he said he wanted to have his cute little clones of himself and a clone of yours, too.

Your kids were the most beautiful thing that happened for both of you. You first had your twins, and it's both boys. They both resemble their father's blonde hair. And the third one is a girl who resembles your looks.

You were thankful for everything because you survived that shit. You stayed with Chishiya, and now, you're both happily raising your kids together.

Chishiya saw you hiding and whispered something to your kids. You immediately hid again so you'll not get caught, but before hiding. Your family was already there trying to spook you.

"Boo!" your kids surprised you.

You acted like you got scared and carried the twins. While Chishiya brought your daughter, and then you all laughed in unison.

You never wanted this day to end.

You wished that this would happen to all of you every day for the rest of your lives. That there will be no problems anymore and no more traumatizing occurrences.

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I Found You***

Crosshair X F!Reader

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It had been a long time since you last saw Clone Force 99 - so how do you react when you tend to the new Imperial Crosshair? And how does Crosshair feel when you, his long-time crush aids him to health? Can you convince him to change or is it too late for this Solitary Soldier.

warnings: spoilers for episode 3 bad batch S2 - NSFW, 18+ ONLY explicit sexual content. Angst, mentions of malnourishment and injury as well as medical procedures but nothing gory or in full detail. Imperial Crosshair (obvs, the silly little bear). Soft smut, creampie, swearing, praises, p in v, fingering, comfort. Not proofread, a little messy.

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Despite the darkness of your quarters, your eyes still burned once they opened from your feeble attempt at sleep. Every night, your mind was occupied with the decisions you have made leading up to now - as if your brain was screaming at you but with no thoughts which left you feeling restless.

The shrill alarm sounded, making you flinch only momentarily before you sat up from your uncomfortable bed and got ready for the day.

Deciding it’s probably best to avoid breakfast today, since it made your stomach churn in disgust whenever the drool was dropped on your plate, you head straight to the Medbay, clocked in and prepared to see what the day had in store.

Whenever you got a break, you would move to the break room and mostly keep to yourself but when one of your colleagues came over, an insensitive and cruel medic with a smirk on her face you knew she had something to spill. “So, did you hear?”

You had pretended not to see her coming so look up at her from your spot on a stool and raise a brow. “Hear what?”

“About that Clone we picked up from Kamino? Fool was there for 32 rotations, something like that.” She said with a laugh as if it was any kind of funny. For you however, your heart panged in ache at the thought.

You worked for the GAR for many years and seeing how the New Galactic Empire took over, there was no mistaking that they were trying to burn out all the Clones for their replacements. The Clones in your mind were the true heroes of the war, although it seemed as if they have now failed. They were always so kind to you and it only made you think about those special Clones you used to see whenever they returned to Coruscant.

“That long, huh? That’s horrible. Is he doing alright?” You try to seem unbothered as showing weakness was seen as a bad thing when it came to working for the Empire. But you just can’t help but feel like you should sprint to him, tend to him hand and foot. Just any sign of comfort.

She shrugged, rolling her eyes. “Don’t know, don’t care. Think they said he was unconscious the last time I checked.” Although you hated it when you awoke, you’re pleased to hear that alarm blare so this so-called ‘medic’ can get out your face.

Seeing your rota, you knew that you and some time to spare before you checked back on your other clients so you made it your mission to go seek out this Clone.

You asked around, getting half-arsed answers in return but when you found his room, you could not believe your eyes.

You had seen him so many times before, always in the distance, always lurking around when you tended to his brothers but never him. There was no forgetting his tall, slender and lean frame and that recognisable tattoo. Although, it did not even look like him. Not at first glance anyway.

You stepped towards the bed, looking at his vitals and grimacing to see how dehydrated he was - no wonder there were several drips attached to him.

“Oh Crosshair… what happened to you?” You mumbled to yourself. His hair was buzzed, clearly the burn on the side of his head was a lot to answer for but his face was ragged with unkempt stubble. Cheeks were more gaunt than usual and his complexion was weak.

As you heard, he was unconscious for the time being or so placed in a small coma for the time being. And so you made it your duty to check back on him every day until he was up. You had wondered what happened to the unit before Order 66 came through and you had hoped for them to disobey it so… why was he alone?

You pondered it a little while more and decided to do some rooting. When you discover that he alone stood by the Empire whereas his brothers had ‘violated’ the Order, you feel sick. But, those feelings had to be put aside as a certain someone finally woke up.

The sound of him groaning got your attention foremost so you place down the datafile you were reading through and come to his side quickly. “Try not to panic. You are in safe hands.” You say in a calm voice, not wanting the sight of an unfamiliar(?) face to make him thrash around.

His eyes open slowly, adjusting to the blinding light that shone down on him. “Where… where am I?”

“You are on Daro. A squad had located you on Kamino and we discovered you had been there for a total of 32 rotations. So please, try to stay calm whilst I call in someone else for good measure.” He hears you, but he can’t see you. He feels your presence and your voice… so familiar yet so unrecognisable. It isn’t long until his eyes slipped back closed and let the feeling of rest and uncertain safety take care of him.

Few hours later, he wakes back up once more and this time more alert than the last. The light above him had dimmed so he could just about make out the room he was in. It was dark, a complete contrast to the medical facilities when he served in the Republic but not everything had changed.

His heart stills when his eyes land on you, a familiar face that could only mean that it was your voice he had heard. But, when he looks at you he can only think of them. His brothers.

You were stationed on Coruscant most of the time but it was always a nice surprise to see you on Kamino whenever they arrived back. Typically their med-checks were with you which became more frequent when Echo had joined since he didn’t want a droid scanning him. However, he wouldn’t let you near him most of the time. If he had no issues then he thought it was pointless seeing a medic so he would sit back and quite often sit in regret as he watched you care for his brothers. And now here we was, looking the worse he ever could with you by his side.

Feeling something burning into the side of your cheek, you look up from the datapad to see his eyes, narrowed and trained on you. “Oh, you’re awake!” You cross over to him, grabbing a small torch and look down over him. “How do you feel?”

As soon as you ask, his body cried out in a horrible aching pain and you see him wince as he tries to sit up but you reach out and place a hand to his shoulder and gently push him back down. “Please refrain from moving at the time being, I can get you some pain relief for the pain.”

You move away which gives him another chance to look at you, a bit in shock and awe that you were really here. When you return, he looks away and that’s when you administer him the relief.

“I’m going to shine a light into your eye to evaluate your responses so please follow my instructions.”

Your voice is soft, so different to the shouting and strict ordering he had been used to. Maybe that is why he would rather watch you at work with the others than talk to you. Kriff, he usually had something snarky to say but at this very moment, he was silent.

“Look up - very good. And now look to your left.” He follows your instructions and to his relief, his eyes appear fine. He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if his enchantment would deteriorate.

“You,” he looks back at you with narrowed eyes, seeing a somewhat awkward yet soft smile on your lips as you pack things away, “you probably don’t remember me. But I used to be a medic for your old unit-.”

Then he said your name, low and somewhat made chills run down your arms and legs. “Oh, you do know me then. That’s good.” You move around to the other side of him, keeping your voice level.

“Why are you here?” He asks, with a hint of judgment. You didn’t miss his sharp tone but at the same time, you did.

You blink at him and laugh shortly. “Because you’re not well and I need to make sure you’re fit and healthy-.”

“No,” he cuts you off for the second time in the space of a minute, “what are you doing here? With the Empire?”

Suddenly you’re playing with the torch in your hands, indecisively thinking of your reply. Why were you here? You hated everything the Empire stood for but there was something, a little something that made you stay: the Clones.

“Money pays okay and I have a roof over my head.” You decide on, lying through your teeth but convincingly.

Crosshair stares at you a little while longer but closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh. “Perhaps rest for a while longer… I need to come up with a recovery report and preparation for you.”

“I need to carry on leading a squad.” He hissed.

“You’re definitely not in any shape or form to do so CT-9904.” When you say his number rather than his name, he looks at you and he almost looks insulted. You had said their names a thousand times before but why is it different now? Oh wait, everything is different now .

“Crosshair is fine.” He says sternly but there is a somewhat bitterness in your voice as you reply.

“Not anymore, remember? You’re only a number to the Empire.”

Crosshair made a recovery and although it was not as quick as he would like, it was somewhat nice to see him being able to walk without stumbling and hold enough food in his stomach without feeling sick. You would go with him to training, watching him perform and when he made a seemingly good comeback, you would report it back to one of the Admirals.

“When do you think I’ll be ready?”

You’re both walking back to your own rooms, the evening drawing near. “Soon. I can’t give an exact date but you’re doing well.”

It had been a few weeks since he first saw you again and those strange feelings came flooding back. Your sweetness, good looks and quick-wit was always something he had liked and it was good to see that it hadn’t changed. But, there was something that you said that hung in the back of your mind. Truthfully, he did not believe you when you had the reason as to why you stayed with the Empire.

He is a soldier, trained for this and he stayed yet you weren’t that. He had hung back and watched you when he moved to a shared medical bay and saw how you interacted with each of the Clones and then their ‘replacements’ he had heard one of them call themselves. With the Clones, you were relaxed and tentative yet with the others, there was hostility.

“Tell me something, why do you act differently with me?” He finally asked, stopping outside his room and turning to you.

“Different how?” You ask, raising a brow.

“You’re unsympathetic to the others, yet with Clones you ain’t.” You try to avoid how strong his gaze was on you, his frame completely shrouding your view.

You find yourself looking down at your boots, fingers trembling just slightly. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Course you do.” He places his fingers to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him that makes your breath shudder. “You can tell me,” he looks around first before he leans down to you, forehead almost touching you, “I don’t bite.”

Your senses are overpowered now, your heart beating a little faster but with a stroke of somewhat unfortunate circumstances, an alarm starts to blare. He hums, almost amused and takes a step back. “See you in the morning.”

You did see him the next morning, then the next, then the next until you didn’t. When you heard he had been assigned a mission, you felt rather bittersweet. You felt proud that you managed to nurse him back to his full health but then you thought about what he would have had to do.

When he came back, he seemed cold. Colder than usual. He would pass you in the hall but not say a word anymore. Something had changed when he got back to working and you needed to know what.

It’s 0000 hours and you have been staring at the ceiling of your room for the last twenty minutes, mind swirling with thoughts and those thoughts were mainly of Crosshair. Little were you aware however, his thoughts had consisted of you, too.

Sighing, you sit up and tie your hair back out of your face before standing and deciding a walk may be best for now - at least you could clear your mind. But as the door hissed open, you gasp audibly to see someone standing right outside.

“Kark you scared me!” You place a hand to your chest, heaving.

Crosshair looks at you, a little apologetic like but that’s not what he’s here for. “A word?”

His voice is quiet, hoarse and his eyes flickered from the right of the hall, then the left and then to you. All night he had been tossing and turning, replaying Commander Cody’s words in his mind.

“S-sure, uh, come in?” You step aside, ignoring the feeling of how his hand brushed against your arm as he stepped into your room.

“Nice room.” He comments sarcastically to which you humour him for a false laugh.

“Ha-ha. What do you want?” You fold your arms over your chest because truth be told, you were quite annoyed with him. After all this time you’ve helped him and now he just ignores you? Rude.

He senses your spite but doesn’t bite into it, instead, he answers your question. “I… I needed to talk to someone. For advice.”

“Advice on what, exactly?” He watches as you tilt your head and he can’t help but almost sigh dreamily at the sight of it. You’re cute, too cute for him anyway.

“Do the Clones speak to you about anything personal?” His question confuses you and your jaw slacks a little.

“I can’t discuss personal matters of others with someone else who is not in charge - that would be breaking confidentiality.”

“Not stuff like that,” he growls, shortly growing agitated but he should have known better and corrected himself first, “I mean do they speak about them questioning their orders?”

You pause and think for a moment before saying, “Yeah, some had mentioned that the Empire is questionable… What do you think, CT-9904?“

“Stop calling me that.” He snaps abruptly, crossing the threshold towards you that has you backing into a wall, a little shocked.

“But it’s your number, I can’t call you what you used to be called anymore. The Empire took away all that.” You say softly and for a moment, you see a certain plea in his eyes.

“Say my name.”

Stilling, your breath gets caught in your throat. That something you thought had changed within him was surfacing and so, you wanted to press him on. “Why?” You whisper.

His jaw clenched but not out of anger, somewhat out of sadness and despair. He couldn’t remember the last time he heard his name being said and it made his heart twist. Why did he miss it so? Why did he want you of all people to say it? Of course: familiarity.

“I’m not a number.” He breathes unsteadily, his gaze that was so often strong beginning to weaken and he looks away from you. “We’re not numbers.”

“Then who are you? Who have you become?”

He knows you're interrogating him in some regards and for some reason, he lets you. He is tired of saying ‘good soldiers follow orders’ and ‘we do what needs to be done’. He is so, so tired and so, so lonely. He had sought a somewhat mutual friendship - if he could call it that - with Cody but now he had gone AWOL, he felt alone again.

“I’m still… I’m still Crosshair.” He drawls quietly, looking up the second he feels something touch his cheek and his eyes widen briefly to feel your hand.

“Prove it, prove to me it’s still you and not some puppet. I found you again and I can’t bear the way things have changed.”

He leans into your touch and carefully, he places his hands to your waist. His fingers strum gently over your clothes. “You found me?” He says somewhat innocently.

“Yes, I found you… Crosshair.”

The way his name purrs from your throat makes him snap. He captures your lips in a messy, frantic state with your hands flying up to his cheeks and bringing him as inhumanly closer as possible.

“Please mesh’la, say my name. Maker, I need to hear it.” He begs against your lips, the broken solitary clone is begging you for just a touch of his old life again.

“Crosshair.” You whisper against his lips, repeating his name over and over when his lips leave yours and trail along your neck and up your jaw.

Pressing up against you, you feel his arousal and let out a small gasp at the sensation. He’s solid like a rock and as you gaze down, you see it aching against his confines.

He grabs at your chin, eyes searching yours with every emotion he could emit. “Do you want this? To help someone,” he almost chokes, “someone like me?”

Your heart breaks a little at his words, hating the feeling that he thinks he is nothing short of a monster.

“There’s still good in you.” You mumble, leaning up and kissing his lips. “I’ll help you.”

He sighs against you and carefully lifts you up and takes you to your bed, laying you down carefully. “What if I’m beyond that? What if this is all I’ll ever be?”

“Crosshair,” you look up at him through lust filled yet sympathetic hues, “I’ll help you find them.”

“Who?”

Tilting your head, you reach up to him and he allows your fingers to trace over the fine stubble along your jaw. “I think you know who.”

He’s conflicted. His eyes are flashing with mixed emotions at your words but the ache in his pants was getting too much for him. He adores you with how you want to help him but right now? He needs you to release this foul tension of ecstasy he had been craving for too long. And for it to be with you? Even better.

When he kisses you, it’s soft and delicate - not at all how you expected him to be. With every single movement he makes from undressing you and leaving kisses along the nape of your neck and down over your pebbled nipples, it’s gentle.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He mutters to you, his hands roaming up and down your bare torso and caressing your breasts that makes your core pang with every touch.

“Only for you, Crosshair.”

He seethes a little as you say his name, getting more riled up than he would like to admit over somebody speaking his name but it sounded like pure liquid gold when you spoke.

His hands are down the front of your pants now, skilled fingers caressing over your warmth before he chuckles seeing you writhe beneath him. “Look at you, all wet and pretty.” His digits fall between your folds, gently massaging the skin. You knew you were wet - obviously. But the fucking sound of his fingers agaisnt you was lewd and pretty filthy. So filthy it bounced off the room's wall like a song.

“Crosshair…” you mewled, cupping your right breast as he pulls your pants down until they’re off before a finger curls into you. Your energy was leaving your body, eyes barely being able to stay open as he already managed to hit that spot inside of you.

He’s admiring you, humming at your responses to him fingering your little pussy. With your eyes half-lidded and back beginning to arch, he uses his free hand to free his cock from his pants and begins to stroke himself. “You like this don’t you? You like the way my fingers curl into that sweet cunt?” He purrs, a member thick in his grasp as he picks up the pace with both his pulsation and his pumping.

“M-more, please!” You’re a whimpering mess now, begging him for me that you know he can give. You lean up on your elbows and only just notice that he was touching himself, the tip oozing with pearly white cum that made your mouth water. “Fuck, you’re huge.”

His chuckle is dark and that’s when you feel not one but two fingers begin to stretch you out carefully, adding to the finger already inside you. “Am I? Let’s make sure you’re ready for me then. Don’t want to hurt you.” His words are soft at this point and his movements are slow. Gently, he would lean down whilst maintaining his rhythm and place a kiss to your naval and up to your breasts, dragging his tongue over your stiff peaks.

When he knows you are ready, his fingers leave your warm hole to much of your displeasure at the loss of contact. But when he slides between your legs, parting your thighs - you know you’re going to get stuffed with something greater.

His tip is breaching your deliciously soaked pussy, teasing you softly but the way he is looking at you almost made you sob in both pleasure and unfathomable awe. His head is tilted to the side, eyes soft with adoration as he slowly slides into you. He’s gauging your reaction, sighing through each inch he puts inside you. “Good girl… taking me so well. Perfect.” He’s talking to himself more than he is to you but you didn’t care.

You lay back on your bunk, looking up at Crosshair whose eyes fall shut as he begins to thrust into you. Both hands are on either side of your waist, holding you close as if you would slip away and it was just a dream.

Words inaudible, you let out soft whimpers as his cock pierces you so wonderfully and makes you feel full. “Oh Crosshair, s-so good.”

He whines at your soft admittance, eyes opening so he could look lovingly into your eyes. “Maker, I’ve always thought about fucking you, ahh fuck-.” He feels like he’s about to bottom out quickly so he slows down, maintaining his breathing before finishing off what you were very interested in hearing.

“Just can’t believe it’s happening like this.” He sighs, hands leaving your waist and placing on either side of your body to hoist himself up as he leans down for a kiss.

Your lips meet in a warm and needy embrace, his tongue diving and exploring the inside of your mouth as his hips roll slowly into you.

You could feel every inch of him from his velvety skin all the way to the veins along his cock as your walls tighten around him like a vice. Whimpering against his mouth spurs him on to pleasure you more, his hips thrusting faster and harder but his lips now gently kissing the warmth of your neck. “Mesh’la, so good to me.” Unsure if you heard him correctly, but you swore he was whimpering with every rut he gives you - severely coming undone in a matter of seconds.

You were glad the room was more or less sound proof because his breathing got heavier, your moans became a melody and the sound of his balls slapping against you were none short of filth.

“I-I think I’m about to cum, baby.” He pulls his head back, looking down at the motion of his length pulsing in and out of you.

“Me too, Crosshair. Please cum in me.”

“I-in you?” He stutters but is pleasantly surprised by your soft demand.

“Mhm, protected.” Your fingers grip onto your bed, nails digging in deep into the hard mattress that the Empire had to offer.

The next few moments were filled with soft whimpering and cursing as he filled you with his seed. That twang in your stomach burst as you too feel yourself cum all over his cock, causing him to almost melt into a puddle and collapse down next to you - both breathing heavy.

Never had a moment meant so much to him until just then. The girl he had longed for many rotations had come to him in his time of need was now spent and naked beside him but as his mind clears, he thinks back to what you said: ‘I’ll help you find them”.

Looking at him, you see he is in deep thought which was a dangerous thing for him. You never knew what he thought but a part of you knew he was thinking about his brothers. “I meant what I said.” You whisper softly, arms folding over your nude and sweating body.

His eyes closed and subtly, nods. “I… I appreciate that.”

It wasn’t enough to confirm if it was what he wanted and maybe, he may take you up on his offer but for now - he doesn’t mind just laying here beside you.

What if it was too late anyway? What if he was beyond saving? He remains conflicted on what was right and what was wrong however for you, you saw the vulnerability in him.

Hopefully, it would be you to reunite him with his brothers.

Hopefully, he finds them.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

A Little Jealousy

Summary: After weeks of pent up desire for your new Sergeant, a trip to 79s offers a chance at relief in more than one way. 

Pairings: Reader x unnamed female Twi'lek/ Hunter x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, 18+, reader is bisexual, lesbian sex, fingering, alien sex (kinda?), semi!public sex, unintentional exhibitionism (twice!), outdoor sex, unprotected sex, jealousy, asshole Hunter, confession of feelings in a twisted way, language, kinda possessive behavior.

A/N: Here is my contribution to making this website both gayer and more horny. This was a very, very, very early version of how confessions were made in Midnight but I chickened out, so I made it a stand alone fic. Please enjoy my fellow horny people.

MASTERLIST

You feel like your brain might explode. Either that, or your ovaries may go first. 

You had recently been reassigned to a new squad: Clone Force 99. The GAR decided they needed an intelligence officer, and you were one of the best. It was your job to know things, and know things you did. Like how Hunter’s voice is deeper and rougher right after he wakes up, or how nimble his fingers are as he sits absentmindedly twirling his knife, or the way his body is unfairly proportioned with his wide shoulders, narrow waist, and thick thighs. Most importantly, the roundness of his ass imprinted in the front of your mind from that one time you saw him without any armor. 

He’s so gruff and rugged and attractive and you’ve been suffering for weeks. You’d never act on it. The GAR would have your head, throw you in jail for fraternization. At worst, he could be decommissioned. 

So you had suffered silently, managing to convince them to take their next shore leave on Coruscant, instead of Kamino. You were desperate for any relief, even if it meant taking some random clone to bed for a night. 

That was how you found yourself in a corner booth at 79s, already two shots deep. You’re beginning to feel the buzz of the alcohol, your eyes constantly scanning the crowd. You need to find a distraction  and quick before you leap across the table and tackle your handsome Sergeant. 

Your eyes scan over the dance floor, deciding that’s your best plan of attack to find someone and discreetly sneak out the door. You down another shot before sliding towards the end of the booth. 

“Where are you going?” Hunter’s deep timbre reaches your ears. 

“Dancing.” You answer, crawling over Tech before you can talk yourself out of it. 

You make your way down to the dance floor, slipping into the crowd. You hope you’ve hidden yourself well enough as you let your body start to move with the beat, loosening the tension that’s been building. 

You dance for a while, enjoying yourself as you lose yourself in the music. A few bodies brush past you, but none of them quite piqued your interest. At least until someone approaches you outright. It’s a Twi’lek, her orange skin glowing under the lights of the club. She’s beautiful, as most Twi’leks are. She gets close to you, hands fearlessly grabbing your waist. 

You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her in closer. Your bodies sway to the music, getting closer and closer until almost every inch of you is touching. She whispers her name in your ear as she grinds against you, slipping a leg between yours. You bite your lip, letting your own hands trail down her lithe body. 

Desire thrums through you, dampening your panties under your dress. You can feel the dampness between her thighs pressing against your bare leg where it’s pressed between hers. 

“You wanna get out of here?” She asks, nipping at your earlobe. 

“Yes.” You breathe, untangling yourself enough to grab her hand and tug her towards the door. You forget about your squad, you forget about Hunter, your brain thrumming with alcohol and desire as you tug the Twi’lek out the door and into a secluded area behind the bar. 

She pins you up against the wall, lips pressing against yours. She tastes sweet, like an expensive wine. She doesn't seem to care that you probably taste like cheap alcohol and the free beer they passed out to clones as she all but devours your mouth. 

Her hands trail along your form, trailing over your breasts through the fabric of your dress. Your nipples pebble under her touch, visible through the thin fabric. You’re glad you skipped out on the breastband. She moans against your lips as your hand makes quick work of the clasp of her pants, your fingers slipping inside. She’s bare underneath, obviously having the same thought as you tonight. 

Her fingers trail lower, slipping under your short dress. Your own fingers trail through her slick folds as she teases you over your lacy panties. You widen your legs, giving her room to slip a finger inside you. Your eyes roll back, weeks of tension gone with the simple action. You need this. You need this so badly. 

You tease her clit, fingers rubbing circles as she slips a second finger into your slick passage. Her lips leave yours, trailing down your neck as she fucks you with her fingers, two of your own pressing into her. You match her rhythm, her moans vibrating against the skin of your throat. 

Your own lips part, quiet moans slipping through them. You tilt your head back, giving her more space. You tilt your head to the side, noticing movement at the end of the alley. You meet Hunter’s gaze as he stands there watching. You’re taken aback by his presence, not expecting him to have followed you, much less noticed your absence. 

You let out a louder moan as she sinks her teeth into your neck, your hips grinding against her hand. You’re so close, so very close. Your free hand lifts, wrapping around the end of her lekku. You squeeze it gently, a high-pitched moan leaving her lips. She flutters around your fingers, soaking your hand as she cums. 

You cum not long after, fluttering around her fingers. Your gaze is drawn from Hunter as she pulls her fingers from your pussy, slipping them into her mouth. Your own mouth falls open, and she leans in, licking into your mouth. You pull your hand from her pants, wrapping your fingers around her wrist. You tug her towards the opposite end of the alley, knowing you’re in for quite the night. 

***

You’re half hungover as you catch a ride back to GAR headquarters. You’d stayed up until the early hours of the morning, fucking and drinking with the Twi’lek that had taken you home from the bar. You were more than satisfied, glad to have the tension alleviated for this next stretch of missions. You had no way of predicting how long it would be until your next break, and if it’s anything like last time, you’re going to go insane again. 

You approach the Marauder, Hunter and Wrecker loading up the last of the supplies. Hunter has his helmet on, strange but perhaps he was feeling a bit hungover too. 

“You’re late.” He snaps, turning on you as you approach. 

“Actually, I’m right on time.” You say, taken aback by his sudden change in attitude from the previous night. 

“Just get on the ship before we leave you behind.” He says, pushing past you to climb up the steps. 

You glance at Wrecker as he grabs the last of the crates, the gentle giant offering nothing more than a shrug. It seems you’re not the only one confused by Hunter’s sudden sour mood. It wasn’t like you had broken any rules going home with a civilian. Sure, you could have told them you were leaving, but that wasn’t really any of their business. You’re a grown woman, you can make your own decisions. You made it back in time, that was what should matter. 

You head up the steps, slipping into the fresher to change into your tactical gear. 

***

Things don’t get better even as time passes. Hunter, if anything, seems annoyed with your very presence. He stands as far from you as he can at all times, seems broodier than normal, and barely acknowledges your existence more than he has to. You’re not even sure what you’ve done wrong. He’s never acted like this before. He’s completely changed when it comes to you, and even in certain interactions with the others. 

You’re getting tired of it. 

You finally confront him when you land on a remote planet, everyone pairing off to scout. You’re unlucky enough to be paired with Hunter, the others likely doing it in hopes you’re going to sort everything out by the time you’re done. 

You walk ahead of him, not trusting him to not strand you if you fall behind. It wasn’t like you couldn’t find your way back to the ship. You’d studied this planet inside and out on the trip, as was part of your job. You just don’t want to give him a reason to berate you over nothing. 

You can hear him behind you, huffing and sighing as you make your way through the dense forest. You’re getting annoyed by it, the annoyance building and building until you finally snap. 

“What is your problem?” You ask, turning on him. “Ever since Coruscant you’ve been in this pissy mood and I’m getting tired of bearing the brunt of it.” 

“What’s my problem?” He steps up to you, voice seething through his helmet. “How about you sneaking off with some stranger and getting fucked in a alley where anyone could see you? For weeks I’ve been having to smell you, stuck picturing that mouth and all the sinful things it can do, being tortured endlessly and then you go and run off with some stranger.” 

Your lips part as you stare up at him in shock. You hadn’t even thought about the fact he could smell your arousal. He probably knew every time you were even a little turned on by something. Heat floods your cheeks, your whole body. You understand now, the sudden change in attitude.

“Hunter, are you...jealous?” You ask. You hadn’t even thought the feelings might be mutual. He had never even hinted at anything like that. He always kept a respectable distance, he joked and teased you but it was never more than platonic fun between squadmates. You had no idea he felt the same way. 

Your back hits the tree behind you as he pushes on your chest, pinning you there. He steps closer, glaring down at you through his helmet. You can’t see his face, but you can feel it, the weight of his stare. Your lips part as his hand slides up your chest to your neck, continuing up until he’s cupping your cheek. 

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” He confesses, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb. “Since you opened that sinful mouth the first time, since I saw this perfect body.” His free hand roams down your side. “Do you know how many times I’ve watched you bend over showing that perfect ass off to the entire ship?” His hand closes around your thigh, hiking it around his waist. “How many times I’ve wanted to grab you, slam you up against the wall and fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name to the universe?” 

You let out a quiet whimper, hips jerking against his where he’s pressed up against you. You’re on fire, your body burning with pent up desire for your Sergeant. Your little foray on Coruscant had only managed to bury it, but nothing would ease the yearning except for him. 

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to bury myself in that sweet little pussy, drown myself in your scent, have you all to myself.” He releases you, tugging his helmet off. His eyes are dark with lust, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. 

“Take me.” You whisper, panties soaked through already. “Make me yours, Hunter.” 

He undoes his codpiece, letting it drop to the ground. You undo your belt, letting it drop to the ground before undoing your pants, peeling them down your legs. You turn, pressing your front against the tree, sticking your ass out for him. He groans, hands grabbing a cheek and squeezing. 

You press back against his hands, revealing your slick folds. “I need you, Hunter.” You whine. 

He slides his hands up to your hips, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy. “I’ve got you.” He drags the head along your slit a couple times, gathering your wetness before he begins to press inside. 

You’re tight, especially in this position. He groans as he presses in further, your little pants and moans music to his ears. He had only imagined what you would sound like, and seeing you with that Twi’lek outside the bar had sent his blood boiling. He wanted to be the one to draw those delicious sounds from your lips. He wanted to be the one to bring you pleasure, to make you cum until you forget your own name. 

He curses quietly as he thrusts into you, hands gripping your hips so tightly you’ll probably have bruises later. You’ll have scrapes from the bark of the tree, but you don’t care. All you can focus on is Hunter and how he feels inside of you. 

“Kriff.” You curse, close already just from his touch and that deep voice moaning in your ear. It’s better than you ever could have imagined. 

“Next time, I’m going to take my time with you.” He growls into your ear. “Take you apart piece by piece, study every inch of your skin until I know it like it was my own, draw every noise, every sound from you until I know what you sound like by heart.” 

You whimper, your legs shaking as you squeeze around him. “Hunter!” You cry, his fingers slipping under you to circle your clit. 

“Cum for me.” He growls, burying his face in your neck. 

You cry his name as you cum, his own thrusts getting sloppy before he spills into you as well. You stand there for a few moments, savoring the feel of him as you recover from your orgasm. 

“Are you two finished?” Crosshair’s sly tone is not lost through the comm on your arm. 

Your eyes snap open, stomach dropping. Both of your comms are still on. 

“Yes, if you are done rectifying your actions and sorting out your feelings, we have found the base.” Tech says. 

You curse silently, cheeks burning as you pull up your pants and put your belt back on. 

“Well, at least we won’t have to worry about keeping it a secret.” Hunter says, putting his helmet back on. 

“Oh yeah, it’s no secret anymore!” Wrecker says through the comms. 

You squeeze your eyes closed, mortified that the squad had just listened to you fuck their Sergeant. 

“I hope you at least enjoyed it, perverts.” Hunter says before stepping up to you. “Come on. Let’s get moving.” 

You take his hand, following him through the trees, cheeks still burning. 

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#star wars #star wars fic #the bad batch #the bad batch fic #tbb hunter x reader #bad batch hunter x reader #twi'lek x reader #x reader #the dark side fics

[the-bi-space-ace]

Alright strap in I’ve got Crosshair headcanons and thoughts and you are being subjected to them hi hello enjoy:

Really craves friendship. Wants friends more than anything but for the life of him has never been good at making them. Mostly bc his defense mechanism is to be mean to keep strangers at arms length. Choose to have them dislike you before they even get a chance to make that decision themselves. It’s hard to penetrate those defenses.

AND YET this man contradicts every word he says. He hates regular clones huh? Then explain Cody and Echo and Mayday to me Crossy. Explain them to me bro. You even like Rex when it’s all said and done and that man PUNCHED YOU IN THE FACE. Explain yourself Crosshair.

Is pretty quiet for the most part but when he gets chatty it’s a mile a minute. He’ll sit next to his brothers or follow them around and just talk talk talk talk talk. Only happens once in awhile but when it does happen they all just stay quiet and listen to him. First time he did that to Echo it was completely out of the blue and he came up behind Echo and just started ranting. Echo stared at him with wide eyes for like ten minutes like ‘is this real? Is he okay?’ Before just sitting down and getting stuck in an hour long chat where he did like zero talking.

Gossipy bastard. Loves to gossip. Loves hearing it. Loves telling it. He’s so quiet most people forget he’s there and they say wild shit in front of him. He tells the 99 everything.

If one of his brothers asks who his favorite is he changes his answer depending on who has annoyed him most that day. ‘Oh you want to know who my favorite is? Wrecker, clearly. Hunter is my least favorite bc he took too long in the shower and used up all the hot water.’

Massive sweet tooth. Keep this man away from a candy store he’ll give himself cavities.

If they’re training playing with fake blasters he makes a ‘pew pew’ sound when he ‘shoots’ it. Super quiet and under his breath but he does it.

He has a game where he tries to see how many tiny rolled up pieces of paper he can get into Hunter’s hair or armor before Hunter catches on. Oh the amount of times he’s been yanked from his bunk after being caught is innumerable.

Loves listening to Tech infodumping but will never admit it out loud. He has learned so much and has found a lot of it fascinating but prefers to sit quietly and keep his eyes closed while Tech talks.

Him and Wrecker have so many more competitions than just the one. They compete all the time. Who can run the fastest. Who can name the most planets. Anything. As long as it’s a competition.

Pretends to be asleep so people don’t ask him to do things and then promptly actually falls asleep.

Cries. Like a lot. Well. Not a lot just a lot more than you’d think. While most people would think he’s too aloof for that I think he picked up a good habit of letting out big bursts of emotion because he always saw Wrecker do it. And he trusts Wrecker. Doesn’t like crying in front of other people but will hide to get some emotion out before rejoining the group.

Secret softy. But in the way where he’ll make fun of his brothers while doing something nice for them. He’s picking up their fave candy from a shop? He’ll throw it at their face when he gives it to them. They’re upset? He’s going to find a way to make sure they get a good meal and have some company but he’s going to be aggressive about it. ‘You haven’t eaten since yesterday. You’re being an idiot. Eat the fucking burrito I went to three different places to find one that would give me the salsa you like now don’t waste my time.’

His toxic trait is acting like he hates when one of them is hugging him as they are hugging him. ‘Ugh get off of me. You’re the worst.’ As he’s tightly hugging them back. Crosshair, honey, why are you like this?

#the bad batch #tbb crosshair #crosshair bad batch #tbb echo #echo bad batch #tech bad batch #hunter bad batch #tbb tech #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #wrecker bad batch #I love crossy and I have thoughts of him all the time #this doesn’t even scratch the surface about what I think about him

[munv]

𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗜 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘?

I was gonna write this 5 days ago but my flight got cancelled for a while so. Gotta stay on top

I’ve decided it’s highly likely that I’m gonna make another series on Wattpad so I’ll send a link when I start it

“So what about the star plasma vessel?” The hooded stranger asked. They were in a dark cavern along with some other people, in a supposedly important meeting. “Forget her,” the person on the other end described. Having one of the servants slide over a black brief case “I’m paying this much to end her, hire your best.”

The hooded stranger looked at the case wide eyed “what’re you planning..######? You wouldn’t normally do this just for anyone—wait” the dark figure across from him allowed a smirk to grace their face. They then put a finger on their lips in a silencing manner, “she’s back..and I’m here to ensure her complete arrival.”

The hooded figure stood up abruptly and stepped back from them “Listen, she’s been long sealed away for a long time now and—’’ the figure slammed a hand down on the table in a commanding manner. “I didn’t stutter Rei. Everything will be fine.” They ended in a soothing tone.

Rei stared at the figure across from him. The same one they had once upon a time shared a master with. The person they knew would bring salvation to this wretched world full of filth. “I’ll do it, just..make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.” He hinted worriedly.

A smile etched on their face, it wasn’t the same one Rei saw on his best friend’s face so long ago. No this was something that would turn the whole jujutsu world upside down. “Of course..is that not what friends are for?”

Rei let out a shaky sigh looking at their eyes that basically swirled in madness. “Right.” And with that they shook hands ending the deal.

You were busy fending off some of the copies with ease keeping riko safe. You surrounded the area in your cursed energy and pointed to the sky “hope you have life insurance you bastards!” The sky crackled a bit and every clone got turned to dust.

Gojo held a finger gun to the main body and shouted out a phrase, “red glow” he said with a crazed expression for a split second. You turned around at the feeling of cursed energy gathering but then by the time you turned around nothing happened. “Was..something supposed to happen?”

The white haired male slowly turned to you and turned back. To the bagged man in front of him. He was just as confused until gojo delivered a swift upper cut with a gleeful expression saying how it didn’t work. After the bagged man fell to the ground passed out gojo started pouting after putting riko down. “N/n did you see that?! I was sure it was gonna work..” he mumbled.

“Seriously..what’s wrong with this guy..” you shrugged and responded “no idea and I sure as hell wouldn’t wanna know.” Riko’s phone then started vibrating in her pocket. Turning your attention from the depressed tall male crouching down on the ground. “What is it?” You said looking over your little sisters phone. Eyes widening you both stopped speaking and a pregnant silence was in the air. “Holy shit..we messed up..” you muttered.

“WHAT’RE WE GONNA DO?!” Gojo turned to look at the both of you curious on what could have triggered a reaction like that. “THEY GOT KUROI” you opened up your phone quickly and scrolled through your contacts pressing on one specific one. The ringing sounded for about a minute before picking up, “suguru..where are you right now?”

“Sorry. It’s my fault” suguru bowed his head a bit. “She told me to go ahead and I didn’t consider her importance to the enemy.” He held his head in a troubled manner. “Really? It’s that big of a deal. Neither of us expected this outcome.”

You narrowed your eyes leaning against a wall in the alleyway you all were in. “Their most likely gonna arrange a trade for Kuroi just so they can get their hands on Amanai. They might want us to kill her or else they’ll kill kuroi.”

Riko had her head down while sitting on the steps listening to ever piece of information that uttered from your mouths. Her fist tightened of the thought of kuroi dying. “However,” suguru said “we have the upper hand since we got amanai. The rest we can handle.”

“Hey, you think shoko or n/n would work as a double?” Gojo said with a hand on his chin. “We should just take her back to jujutsu high.” “H-hold on!”

Riko stood up from the stairs and when you turned to look at her determination was burning In her eyes. “I can’t trust you two yet and the only reliable person here is my sister!”

“Ah..amanai..” you sweat dropped at the sudden explanation. “You brat! Do you really wanna say that after all-’’ she never wavered however. “Even if we manage to get her back..what happens if she isn’t back by the time I merge with tengen-sama?..” she looked down displaying a hurt look. However when she met your eyes something snapped within you. She gripped her skirt with a tense expression.

“I still..I still haven’t said goodbye yet!” Tears formed in her eyes and ran down her cheeks at the thought. Your eyes widened and suguru shared a look with you of sympathy.

There was silence yet again in the air processing what the young teen just said. Her head was still casted low but she was too scared to look up. “We’ll be getting a call from the kidnappers eventually, if they’re smarter than we expected bringing you with us will hurt kuroi’s chances of coming back alive.” The dark haired male stared at his best friend with shock and so did you. ‘So he does have a heart after all…’

He opened the gate that riko was behind and stared down at her. “Back out and we’ll leave you behind.” His eyes held a cold gaze. “Got it?”

Riko looked up at him and her water works stopped. Wiping the tears out of her eyes her determined look returned with more fire than to originally held. “All right” she smiled. “That works.”

You walked up to the two and slapped their heads. “Enough with that!” You exclaimed. Geto was smiling behind you trying to hide his amused expression. “Let’s just get this show in the road shall we?”

They both looked at you and then smiled back. “Right!”

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[littlemissmanga]

The Daimyo's Princess

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Worn down reader, slight insecurity if you squint, elements of a Dom/Sub dynamic but just a hint/talks about “punishment” but no details.

w/c: 1,323

Clone x Reader Bingo Square: Tattooine @clonexreaderbingo

Previous Squares: Don't Forget That / Rex (18+) / Mechanic

Summary: The day had drained you in the worst way, leaving you exhausted and restless all at once. Now, all you wanted was the comfort only found in the arms of your Daimyo. But Boba Fett is still occupied by his responsibilities, holding court from his throne. Do you have the courage to take what you need, or will you suffer in silence?

You can't wait.

You know you should, but it’s just not possible right now. You have been feeling unmoored all day. Your skin tingles with need as every atom feels like it would fly away if not held firmly in place.

And there is only one person you trust to do that.

But today’s session of petitions seems unending. You try listening from the back corner, not wanting to disrupt the natural flow of procedure and hoping to keep yourself occupied with the politics of it all. At least until the blessed moment Boba would dismiss the crowd and you could approach him.

It’s a strategy that worked before. But the monotonous prattle from the clear social climber — a merchant looking to establish a foothold in Outer Rim — did little to distract you.

Not when Boba sits sprawled out on his throne, claiming every inch of the chair the way he claimed everything in life.

Including you.

What had started as just a job — administrative work for the new daimyo of Mos Espa — quickly became a passion project in the truest sense of the word.

Your composure and mindfulness as you skillfully kept the palace running smoothly impressed Boba Fett. When your fiery nature and flirtatious quips were met with amused chastisement, it didn’t take long for admiration to evolve into affection on both sides.

Once Boba becomes attached to something, no force in the galaxy can make him let go. The minute you assured him his affections were returned, that you wanted him as he wanted you, you became his.

He made sure everyone in the palace, employees and guests, knew that you spoke with his voice. Your authority was his authority. The only person you submitted to in this realm was the king himself.

But you had never been so bold as to claim the throne. And in this moment, that’s all you want — to claim your throne on Boba Fett’s lap as he sat and doled out judgments from his.

A million and one logistical errors had surfaced that morning, pushing your drive and creative problem solving to their absolute limits. Now, your mind is drained, exhausted and blank even as your body thrums with adrenaline and unresolved tension.

Something needs to be done. Or else you fear you won't be ablt to control how you’ll react to the next provocation.

Slowly, you move along the sides of the room as far as you could, passing the line of petitioners as you went. You keep your head level and your gaze lowered. Not to the floor like a slave — nothing would infuriate your Daimyo more than you subjugating yourself like that publicly — but a respectful mid-level, which also affords you freedom from meeting any offended gazes.

“Who is that?”

“How rude!”

“Does she really think the Daimyo will be fooled just because she cut the line?”

Each whispered outrage is a knife in your heart. You only hope they are quiet enough not to travel to Boba’s ears. You don't want to dishonor him, or the guests of the palace. But you need him.

“There is no shame in admitting a weakness and taking what you need. The only shame is in continuing to hurt yourself and others out of pride.”

That lesson had been hard-learned early in your relationship, the punishment for losing yourself in your work and ignoring your own care far worse than any he had doled out before or since.

So maybe there is a chance you could be bold and not be punished for the audacious act you planned.

With a grace that belies your nerves, you finally cross to the middle of the room and climb the stairs to the dais. Meeting Boba’s visor, you stand before him and make your intentions clear as you move to sit sideways on his lap.

It takes no more than a second for him to curl around your waist and pull you down, securing you gently to him. His thumb runs gentle circles over your hip, its consistent pressure comforting.

“Everything okay, Princess?” Boba whispers.

His concern for you is a balm more blissful than any bacta treatment. It should be pathetic, the way just that much affection was enough to quiet your restless body, to soothe your exhausted mind.

But it’s just Boba. The effect he has on you is as natural as it is absolute.

It wasn’t the time or place to fill him in on all that weighed on you. So for now, you pulled a tight but genuine smile to ease his concern. “It is now,” you respond equally softly.

“Excuse me?" The disgruntled cry came from the merchant, his eyes raking over you angrily. "We were in the middle of discussing rather important matters! I would have believed the Daimyo of Mos Espa to have better hospitality than this!”

Maybe it was because your last nerve had been fried long ago. Or maybe it was the presence of your Daimyo, holding you so firmly against him, reminding you of all that he loved about you. Or maybe it was because the insult was directed not at you, but at your man.

More likely it's just that you couldn’t leave well enough alone when someone’s mouth was bigger than yours.

Either way, you found your voice again. And from Boba’s lap, it rang clear with authority.

“You have been welcomed into this palace, granted shade from the Twin Suns that beat down on Tattooine, plied with cool drink and rich food, and been given the privilege of an audience with the mighty Boba Fett. In this way, you have been treated hospitably. You do not, however, have the authority to tell the Daimyo or his Princess where either may sit in their palace.”

The merchant shrinks under your glare, no doubt aided in its intensity by the blank stare of Boba’s visor behind you. Still, you revel in his submission, finding it soothing in a different way to Boba’s touch.

“You are more than welcome to continue your petition. I assure you the Daimyo has not been distracted by anything other than your outburst. But if you find yourself too distracted, then perhaps it is better for you to cede the floor to someone more focused.”

The poor man before you sways back and forth on his feet, unsure whether he should stay or go.

“If you need a moment, step aside.” Boba’s voice echoes through the chamber, though it is lower than yours had been.

It takes only another fleeting second before the merchant decides to continue his spiel. You note with a fair amount of satisfaction that he is more soft-spoken than before, his demands morphing into pleas.

Boba is true to your word. He had not been distracted in the slightest and offers a trial exchange to determine if this man’s business is worth his time. But before the next petitioner can take his place, you feel your Daimyo lean closer, the edge of his helmet pressing gently to the line of your jaw.

“You handled yourself well, Princess,” he growls softly, and you beam at the pride you could hear even through his modulator. “But don’t think we won’t discuss the rest of your behavior later.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You know he only has your well-being at heart. And a small punishment is well worth the price of your prize — contentment and security in Boba’s arms and the respect of his court. Riding the high of your victory, you scan the rest of the line, noting that few petitioners meet your eyes. The ones who do nod deferentially.

Such is the way on Tattooine. Those with strength are followed. You never had expected to be in such a position yourself. But maybe Boba is right with all those sweet words he whispers in your ear when he believes you to be asleep.

Maybe, just maybe, you do have more strength than you believe. And if it takes spending more time with your Daimyo to find it … well, then that is just what you will have to do.

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a/n: I was on the fence about whether to include Boba Fett in my bingo card when I saw the Tattooine square. He is technically a clone, though he himself distances from that identity. But nothing else triggered my brain when thinking about a drabble for Tattooine. Then I saw this post by @thirsty-boba-fett-posts and one of her headcanons inspired me to the point where I had to write this, though it kinda took on a life of its own.

I hope you enjoyed it! And if you did, please reblog so others can find and enjoy it, too!

#cfb2023 #boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #daimyo boba fett #daddy boba #dom!boba #dom boba #tbobf #tbobf fanfiction #dom!boba x reader #this is so self-indulgent #i just wanna sit on his lap and have him make things better

[toska-writes]

Dude, I was up late sick last night and I had two thoughts.

Little Padawan Y/N having heightened senses because of the Force and them bonding with Hunter because of the similarity. Maybe they take care of each during sensory overload? :')

And! I don't know the initiation situation for this one, but Wrecker giving little Padawan Y/N Lula to comfort them. Maybe after a nightmare or before going into surgery?

You don't have to write these if you're busy, but I thought I would share :)

I hope your feeling better now! I also definitely will be writing about your other idea I love it!

“Nightmares”

Paring: Wrecker x GN padawan Reader (platonic ofc!)

Warning: None really. Sorry it’s not proof read and kinda short- whoops

Word count: 980

Notes: We have surpassed 100 followers and I even caught it at 104! I can’t believe so many people have been so interactive and this blog has been up for about 2 months. Thank you to all of you beautiful people!

It was a blessing and a curse really- having to grow up fast.

A blessing because your making an impact on people and things around you in a positive way, and being trusted with important responsibilities.

The other side of that coin however was the fact that you couldn’t be a normal kid. Maybe you couldn’t like some things or show any other emotion other than that of calmness.

Because that’s how the Jedi were seen. Calm and collected. If people saw anger they would think of the sith, if they saw fear they would see weakness. You couldn’t win.

What would your master say or any of the council really if the saw how distressed you were. Would they be disappointed or worse.

You currently walked the corridors of the clones barracks, the obvious snoring told you that you were headed in the right direction.

You sniffled once and then again, wiping your tears quickly just in case there were any prying eyes.

Every blink, every time your mind wandered even a little off of the path it brought you back to that terrible scene that played before you while you slept.

It was a haze now as your mind already tried to put up walls to forget it, but the pained face of your master, your brothers, and your best friends haunted you who was unable to save them.

It just felt so real.

The noise became louder as you got near the back of the barracks- looking around you noticed some brothers of the squad you were going to see was gone. That would be Clone Force 99

Looking for a moment in the dark you could only see the sleeping figures of Wrecker and Tech, the other two were no where to be seen.

That was fine. You thought as you came next to Wreckers bed. His huge chest rise and fell with even breathing, you froze for a second now wondering if waking him or anyone for that matter was a good idea

He looked like he was mere seconds away from falling face first onto the ground bellow him- the extra barracks on Coruscant did not accommodate for Wreckers size.

You grabbed his shoulder slightly and you shook. “Wrecker.” Nothing “Wrecker please wake up.”

You stared into the dark again, his snores no longer made sounds as he came to reality.

Wrecker looked for a moment before his head turned towards you. “Y/N?” He tried to whisper he really did but his voice was still a little to loud as Tech stirred.

“Sorry Wreck.” You took a nice interest in the floor not wanting to meet his gaze. This was a stupid idea anyways you though to yourself.

“I- don’t be sorry Y/N.” Wrecker brought his voice down a little lower. He stared at you for a moment as if you turned blue.

Just before you could ask him just what he was looking at he asked. “Are you alright? Why are you crying.”

It was in this moment you knew that nothing really seemed to matter. The tears began to flow as the memory’s of the night came flooding into all of your sense.

Wrecker sat up now fully alert. His blaster was just a few feet away- if you were in trouble he would without a doubt help you. “What’s going on. Did you walk all the way here from the temple?”

A slow nod was all he got in response before you tried to start wiping your face. Without another hesitation Wrecker scooped you up from where your feet stood on the cold floor and practically cradled you in his arms.

“There there.” He patted your head, you turned so that you were laying towards his chest. Your hold on him was like steal.

“If you wanna talk about it… I could listen.” He almost said skeptically. If he was being honest he was never really put into this position before. “At least tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nightmare.” You breathed as you continued to hyperventilate. The grip of yours increased as you laid there for long.

“Well,” Wrecker started. “I know just the person that is a really big help when you have nightmares.”

You turned to face him now as your vision almost was cleared up. He had a playful smile on his face but his eyes are what gave him away.

“Who’s that?” You voice cracked looking up at the bigger man. Clearly he wasn’t talking about any of his brothers.

“LULA!” He reached his other arm that wasn’t occupied behind him and presented Lula.

A soft looking stuffed animal sat in his hand, its Red and Black coloring clearly faded with time. Not to mention the many stitches and such that seemed to hold it together.

“Yup she’s always help me when I ever get a nightmare Y/N.” His sentence was loud but he spoke your name with all the care in the galaxy. “And I’m sure she’d be glad to help you.”

Wrecker handed you Lula as you quickly snuggled her tightly to your chest.

“Could- could I stay here Wrecker, my masters off planet that’s why I came to find one of you.” You spoked with a small voice, every once in awhile a sniffle or small hiccup would interrupt your sentence.

Without even giving it much though Wrecker just laid down bringing you and Lula with him.

Lula was still tight in your arms, now Wrecker was snuggled up against you as well.

“I’ve got you Y/N. Me and Lula won’t let anything get ya’” He whispered now closing his eyes.

“I got ya.”

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[clone-bar-79s]

Okay. So the bad batch teaser is out and many fans have rightfully called out star wars out on the clones still being whitewashed. In response to this outcry, the bad batch stans have called out these angered fans for being overdramatic, stupid and theatrical, all over a cartoon. And while poc don't have a responsibility to teach you just how a cartoon can have an impact on us, I want to give it a try from my perspective. Its a bit long but try would you?

So, I'm brown, desi, and darker than most desis so I've basically been identified as the unfortunate child who didn't end up with the right genes in the family. Desi culture is obsessed with white skin, no surprise keeping in mind the British's involvement, but that's not the point. As a child, I really pissed off my parents for not bleaching my skin regularly and not washing my face ten times a day because by then, I considered any form of skin care as an evil. I hated that I had to do it all to get whiter and so I rebelled against any form of skin care. I hated all the damned whitening creams that were meant to make me beautiful because while it wasn't being stated explicitly, I was ugly for being darker.

In the 90s and 2000s, Desi movies from Pakistan and India showcased darker actresses as the ugly girl in the movie. The one who wanted the guy but wouldn't get him. The one who was pining for a guy who was however pining for the pretty white desi girl. And even if the dark girl somehow did end up winning the heart of the hero, it wasn't because he thought she was beautiful... it was because she had a great personality or was kind or whatever. But despite everything, watching Rani Mukherjee on screen, who I saw myself in, made me feel all sorts of giddy. When she did get the guy and he did tell her he loved her and she did get the happy ending, I believed it was possible for me too, despite being told by every passing aunt and uncle that I'd have a hard time getting a guy, if at all. Rani Mukherjee's presence on screen gave me hope because it told me that I could exist in this fucked up world and expect some form of happiness.

This sole example kept me going for a very long while. I'm not saying it helped me forget everything that had been engrained into my head for the first thirteen years of my life. It didn't make me rethink everything or made me more confident in my own skin. It didn't make me embrace my color, or my features, or my nose or my darker lips. But I knew I didn't have to be ashamed of the way I looked. And that there was more beauty in this world than the Eurocentric beauty I had been forced to accept as the only beauty since I was born . Seeing someone who looked like me has made a difference! This one person's presence on screen helped!

So, for those of you who are screaming out louder than the fans who are very rightfully angered by the whitewashing of the bad batch, you need to stop for a second. If you're white, you've never even had to think about this! That is because every actor in Star Wars looks like you! Bar some aliens and mace windu, the multitude of characters in star wars are white. The greatest jedis, the greatest villains, every skywalker, Kenobi, Rey, Ben Solo, Han, Padme and any other major character you can think of. You don't have to worry about how it feels to not be seen. You've been shown again and again that every princess looks like you and every actress resembles you and every hero has your face!

Polynesians were given a singular chance to see themselves in Star Wars as the clones who were modeled off a polynesian actor. This amazing role that showed us that people of all colors and races do exist! How hard is it to put yourself in our shoes, and empathize for one second, just how awful it feels to see that sole role snatched away ? That out of the millions of stories to tell about the clones, star wars chose to focus on the white versions of the clones. That they actually informed the fans, and proudly might I add, that they chose to model the clones off of white actors? That they went ahead and decided that for some reason it was okay that Tech have a British accent (???). Why is it so hard to understand that its absolutely horrible to see the one role offered to a colored guy, be transformed into a white man who, lets not forget, are supposed to be a new and improved version of the OG clones. And that the only one who most accurately resembles the clones, was made the bumbling brute of the group. And that the young girl who was a copy of Jango is not only blonde, but whiter than any clone ever seen on screens.

Can't you pull yourselves out from your own bubbles for just one second to understand the point of view of those against the bad batch? When they're telling you that the franchise's decision to whitewash one of the few colored characters is hurting them, cant you see why? That when an author tells us it was too hard to bother finding out how polynesian hair works, cant you see why the outrage makes sense? Every decision that star wars makes has an effect on the fans and its absurd for you to negate the impact that media has on all our lives.

#well... this is personal but idk man i think its so obvious why were angry and its so weird to see others say we have no right to be #like theres abolutely nothing in star wars for colored fans except a few examples and you wnat to take that away too? #and offer us nothing but poc as unredeemable villains now? #how can it go over tbb stans heads??? #hoooooooooowwwwwwwww? #unwhitewashtbb #the bad batch #the fact that i have seen multiple people argue with me instead of understand my point and tell me its not that big a deal #and that how they as poc still enjoy these shows because tehy dont care? #FINE! DONT CARE! I DO! #But to be spoken over and told to shutup because we are making a big deal out of somehting is just fucked up

[ectopuppy]

The Name Game

I’ve been in a writing mood lately, so I made a little thingie. :3 Enjoy!

Danny Phantom | ~600 words

Danny was trying his best to ignore Dani lingering in the doorway of his bedroom. When she’d come to visit he’d been more than happy to put her up on the couch of his new apartment. Now he was getting annoyed.

“Elle. Seriously, I’m trying to study here.” Danny said, spinning in his office chair to see her hovering sheepishly in the doorway, her hands balled up in the pocket of her hoodie. She had an uncharacteristically serious expression on. Danny softened a bit at the look. Damn, he hated feeling paternal. “What do you need?”

“Oh, well, nothing really,” Dani shrugged, pulling the corners of her mouth in and chewing on them. Danny gave her a skeptical look. Not only did she obviously want something from him, but since she was his clone he knew all her tells. They were all his own, after all. Dani looked away. “It’s dumb, forget it.”

“C’mere,” Danny said, gesturing for Dani to come sit on his bed. She floated over slowly, looking somewhat like a kid caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be. She dropped her weight from an inch or two above the mattress and bounced slightly before settling with her legs crossed at the foot of the bed. Danny turned his chair to be fully facing her. “It’s not stupid. I don’t care what it is. If you’re worried about it it isn’t stupid.”

“Okay dad.” Dani dragged out the title with an eye roll.

“Now listen here, young lady,” Danny said in a mocking old man voice. Dani snorted. “Back in my day we respected our parents.”

“Bullshit,” Dani replied, laughing lightly. She made a little face, remembering something that wasn’t quite hers. “God, we so did not respect them.”

“No, not really.” Danny admitted, giving a little shrug. There’s that smile. Danny thought to himself. More and more these days he found himself feeling like he was Dani’s dad. She had been so little when they first met. She’d said she was ‘twelve’, but there’s no way that was right. It had been five years, (God, really?) and she still had a soft, round face like a child. She looked no older than Danny had been when he died. Danny took a breath. “Really, what’s up, kid?”

“Well, um I’ve been thinking about how I’m a girl?” Dani said, her voice curling up at the end. Danny was ready for this. If she wanted to be a boy too, then he’d help her every step of the way. “And I like that. I really do! It’s weird, I have all these memories of feeling like being a girl wasn’t ‘right’, but I don’t feel that way at all.”

“So what’s the problem?” Danny asked, furrowing his brows a little. He was genuinely curious where Dani was going with this now.

“Well, um, I was just thinking?” There was that little speaking quirk again. Statements into questions. It was a quirk all her own, and Danny loved that about it. She continued. “If I’m a girl then why should I be called ‘Danielle’? Why not just use our old name?”

“Oh,” Danny said. That made sense he supposed. “I mean... Nobody’s using it. Knock yourself out.”

“You’re comfortable with that?” Dani asked, making eye contact. She looked at Danny intently, as if searching for her own little tells of deception. Danny leaned back in his chair.

“Of course,” He replied. “You can call yourself whatever you want. If you wanna be Daphne then you’re Daphne.”

Danny gave her a reassuring smile.

And Daphne smiled brightly at him in return.

#danny phantom #very headcannony and self indulgent stuffs c: #dani fenton #danny fenton #my writing

[ladyswillmart]

"Ha HAA—! Take that! Again!" Mallow crowed, breathless with the rush of a battle well-fought.

Without so much as a final Nya, Bowyer Mk. II—his warranty thoroughly voided—collapsed to the ground in a chaotic jumble of bare steel and unfinished wood, a satisfying if somewhat wan imitation of his predecessor's demise back in the Forest Maze.

Goodness, that seemed like ages ago...

"Hey, remember the very first time we did that? I never thought I'd ever get to do anything that cool!" he went on. "I think it was Geno's idea, wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah, that's right..." said Geno, wistfully. "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. I guess Bowyer had to learn that the hard way."

"Y'know, I still can't believe you actually thought we'd be strong enough to make a good team! I mean, Mario's pretty tough and he's the real deal—like I wouldn't wanna have to face him in a kick fight or anything. But me? I mean, all this time traveling with the master and I still can't even jump a foot to save my life!"

Kick fight...? Geno shook his head and decided to let that one go—life on the road tended to engender a certain fondness for watching midnight kung fu comedies on whatever UHF frequencies their motel room television set could receive. "Well, so what if you can't jump? You think you could've journeyed with us for so long and so far, all the way to this miserable scrap heap at the other end of the galaxy, if you weren't also the real deal yourself, in your own way?" he posed. "Though that does remind me of something. I keep meaning to ask how you do that thing where you read other people's minds. Is that for real?"

Mallow broadened his smile, revealing his single, cherished tooth. "Sure is! But I don't really know how I do it," he admitted. "I guess I start out by thinking real hard. Then I just keep thinking and thinking, until I thunk so hard that I start thinking inside-out in someone else's head. Sorry, I can't explain it any better than that."

"That's alright. It's pretty useful, either way," said Geno, however disinclined to repeat Mallow's process and thunk that hard about any one thing in particular.

"You're tellin' me!" said Mallow. "I even used it to save you once!"

"Is that right?"

"Yeah! Don't you remember that one time you got eaten by Belõme?"

Geno grimaced to the best of his ability. "Ah. Yes, I was trying to forget that, actually..."

"And then he made that weird copy of you, and it was so good we couldn't tell which one was the real you and which one was the fake? Remember?" Mallow recounted the tale with a whole lot of relish, which was jolly well and good for him as he—by some highly improbable turn of RNG—missed out on the unforgettable experience of becoming that monster's afternoon snack.

"I remember."

"Well, obviously we had to clobber one of ya! But we couldn't figure out which one was the clone! And then you both started trying real hard to convince us who was real and who was fake, and then you both had your guns out and pointed dead on each other like—"

"—yes, yes, I remember, I promise I remember this entire episode to adequate detail, right down to the music video*," Geno prodded him patiently. "But how did you solve the riddle?"

"Like I said, I did it by reading your minds!" Mallow told him. "Nothing else to it! Look, his thoughts, I could read 'em like a book: What's up with all these Star Pieces? I don't care either way. Or something like that. And I thought: Oh no! That's not the Geno I know! And I was right!"

"Oh! I see..."

"And your thoughts, well! Every time I try to read your thoughts, I just get this really weird noise in my brain," continued Mallow, his enthusiasm blinding him to his own unwise treading. "And I can't figure out what the noise is, y'know? I can't even describe it, it just gives me a bad headache if I listen too long—"

"—w-wait a minute! Hold up. What do you mean, every time you try to—" Geno stammered his way into a forced restart. "Do you try to read our thoughts, like, regularly, or...?"

Caught! All Mallow could do was shuffle sheepishly in place and grin, and wonder if he could somehow fit his whole entire foot into his mouth if he thunk hard enough about it...

(* Yes, every episode of the Super Mario RPG Super Show features a brief musical montage, using thematically appropriate hit songs by popular contemporary artists, that will have unforeseeable consequences when people try to archive this series on YouTube several decades later...)

#super mario rpg #super mario rpg spoilers #next episode: mallow learns a lesson about respecting privacy and not reading your friends' minds #musical montage is a comedy chase sequence set to huey lewis's 'hip to be square' #coming soon to a copyright struck youtube video near you!

[echothefandomeater]

A Frustrating Lord

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker X GN!Reader

Genre/Warnings: A little bit of Anakin belittling the reader and being an asshole but except from that its mostly enemies to lovers kind of stuff. Also this is like set in a Regency Era AU

Words: 730

Summary: You were simply enjoying the All Hallows Eve ball before a certain lord had to come in and spoil the night for you but maybe he could make it better

A/N: Okay so I got this idea because I started watching Bridgerton for the first time and I thought it would be a very interesting thing to write about so here we are. Quick little info bit here: Jedi Council members are referred to as Dukes/Duchesses, Jedi Knights as Ladies/Lords and the clones as either Knights or Captains (depending on their position) and padawns are adopted children. Find part 2 here!

The All Hallows Eve ball. A ball you frequently enjoyed every year until tonight.

You had been having fun and were talking to your adopted father Mace Windu until Lord Anakin Skywalker had walked in, he was usually a thorn in your side and a man you tried to avoid but he approached you, you looked to your father to do something but he just walked away with a look that said ‘good luck’. 

“Mx L/N, I haven’t seen you for quite a while”

The smile on your face was tight.

“Well I have unfortunately been busy as of late” he chuckled and raised an eyebrow “what do you do that keeps you so busy?” The comment did not lighten your mood.

“Lord Skywalker, I ,unlike you, do my duties responsibly and on time and I don’t act like a child” the smirk on his face stayed and he didn’t even react, 

instead he only said “you always take my jests seriously don’t you?” You left for the garden and decided to give Anakin no more of your time.

—-----

The garden was empty and the sound of the music from inside carried through outside and mixed with the sounds of the light breeze on the trees. It gave you time to think and calm down from earlier events.

Ever since you were children and Anakin was adopted by the young Lord Kenobi he had been raving about being the chosen one. It did not help that the Duke’s and Duchesses also sang his praises constantly whereas you had always been considered mediocre by most even with Duke Windu as your father. It was also something that prevented you from finding the true happiness you wanted in life, as selfish as it seemed.

The now Duke Kenobi had always seen and complimented your abilities and you would not lie to yourself about how attractive the man was but most could see his infatuation with Duchess Satine. Some others like Lady Secura were fortunate enough to fall for their knights, Captain Bly was one of the many fine men in the army and you knew they deserved the happiness that came with love even if they had to also focus on the current war.

Talking of knights you heard the voice of Captain Knight, Rex. “Excuse me my liege but Lord Skywalker requests to speak to you” the sigh you let out was audible, you had no intent on seeming like you were frustrated with the poor captain but even the thought of speaking to Skywalker right now frustrated you.

“Tell the Lord I have no interest in speaking to him.”

The sounds of footsteps leaving made you relax, thinking the captain had gone back to exactly say what you said but the unmistakable laugh of the Lord made you tense up once again “Don’t say you’re truly upset with me Y/n.”

He stood next to you and you promptly noticed you were both out of sight from the main windows and could easily hit the man right here without any witnesses but you instead held back.

“It’s simply a beautiful night” you huffed at him.

“What is it you want Anakin? No one is here but us and you have had your time with me already” he frowned at your comment.

“Y/n I truly meant no harm earlier, I simply was having fun” you rolled your eyes “fun? Well it does not feel like fun for everyone, you seem to forget not everyone is as talented as you.”

He stepped in front of you and you avoided his eyes. You knew some kind of joke was coming, some kind of comment at your expense but nothing came. He was silent. You looked up at him, he looked amazed. 

You opened your mouth to say something but he kissed you. It was sudden and quick, part of your brain urged you to push him away but the other part of you wanted to kiss him back and you did. It was filled with raw emotion, all the frustration you held for him and all the want and love he had for you.

You both pulled back for air and Anakin laid his forehead against yours. He smiled and you could only look shocked. “You’re a better kisser than I could ever have imagined.”

Maker you wanted to kill him 

#echo writes #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x gender neutral reader #Anakin Skywalker #x reader #regency AU #Sorry I've not uploaded anything in ages #star wars #sw prequels