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love-lilly02 · 2 months

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The Challenge pt. 5

Authors Note: this one is gonna make yall mad, i already know it. Also i think i'm gonna have to create a schedule of posting on weekends as apperently all my ideas for this story hit on fridays.

Chapter warnings:

minor character death, mentions of suicide

“You can’t do that!!”

“I can and I will.” Laswell said, closing the file. “She’s on a solo Op and that’s final.”

The boys all rolled their eyes, sighing heavily.

“Let one of us go, Las. We can’t just let her walk into the lions den-“

“Price, that’s enough. She has her assignment, you have yours.”

“But we don’t have an assignment.” Price stressed.

“Exactly.”

Another round of complaints.

You had left the room long ago, departing as soon as you had received your mission. A solo op, just an intel gathering. Get in, get the information, get out.

Get out of one of the most heavily guarded buildings in all of Russia.

What could go wrong?

“Okay, I’ll be the one to say it.” Kyle stepped up, leaning forward in his chair. “I don’t trust that she’ll be able to get out of this place. Even with her level of skill, that’s something no one’s been able to pull off without dying.”

“If you’re worried about her, you can say that you know.” Laswell said simply, raising an eyebrow.

The whole room went quiet.

“Alright, look. I don’t know what’s going on between you four and her, but get it under control. I had enough of it when you lot-“ she points to Ghost and Price-“ wanted those two-“ She points at soap and Gaz- “to join your… whatever this is. I’m not dealing with four children mooning over my best asset.”

“We are not moonin’-“ Ghost protested at the same time Price said “I thought I was your best asset?”

Laswell just rolled her eyes.

“I’ll put you boys on cam duty. How’s that?”

“It’s enough.” All the boys agreed.

You could feel their eyes on you as you adjusted your weapons for the fiftieth time. The suit they had you in was very different from the gear you normally wore, instead of cargo pants and a vest you had on a completely black bodysuit with a matching hood and shoes. Various knives and fewer guns than you would like were hidden among your body, and you kept anxiously touching them to be sure they were actually there.

You looked like the Black Widow from the Avengers. As far as you could tell, the boys thought so too, with the way they kept sizing you up.

You weren’t entirely sure if you liked that fact or not.

You knew exactly why they had chosen you instead of Ghost or Kyle for this mission- you were a lot quieter. They could think quickly and kill faster, but at the end of the day you moved around quieter, left much less noticeable tracks than they did.

This stupid challenge supported that idea.

“Keep touching ‘em and they’re gonna rust, lass.” Soap called over the comms, and you shot him a glare. For the sake of the mission- and your life- you had decided to temporarily cast aside your feelings for their last behavior, allowing them to talk to you again. Some people, like Gaz and Price, understood you would need space after what happened. Ghost and Soap, however, did not get the memo.

“She’s allowed to touch ‘em, Johnny. They’re her knives. ‘Sides, I don’t suppose knives can rust by just touching ‘em anywho.”

“Awh yea they can! I’ve seen it ‘appen me self.”

“Drop it,” Price warned.

Both boys responded with a simple, “Sorry captain,” and the helicopter was silent again.

“Okay. One more time, what are you doing?” Price couldn’t help but be nervous as your drop zone crept closer and closer.

“I get dropped off and enter through a side window, go through some rooms and get to the main center to put the information on the computer with a red chip into a flash drive.

Price nodded and ran his hand along his beard, a nervous habit you noticed he developed.

“Okay, good. The boys and I will tell you where to go and when it’s safe over comms, and-“

“Price. I’ve heard the debrief over fifteen times now. I got it.” You said, doing one more quick pat down to make sure all your knives were in order. “I trust you. Now you need to trust me.”

“Drop zone approaching!” The pilot called, and they all watched as the plane opened to reveal the darkness of the night.

“Wish me luck,” You said, pulling the hood over your head.

“Luck,” they all chorused back weakly.

And you jumped out of the plane.

Anxiety coursed through Ghosts veins as he watched you jump. A while after, thirty seconds as planned, you deployed a parachute, barely visible in the night. It was dangerous to have a black parachute in the dark but it was a risk they needed to take.

There was complete radio silence the entire time you landed. That was another rule, unless you were receiving directions or telling them something important you were to be radio silent at all times. To “make sure no one hears or picks up anything,” as Laswell said.

Ghost thought it was a load of bullshit.

Simon agreed.

Truth be told, he worried for you. Both of him did. This was something he wouldn’t be able to pull off, not even with years of training for it. And they were sending you in with less than a few hours notice?

A suicide mission.

He hadn’t asked, if this was what you wanted to do. He didn’t ask if you were okay with risking your life, possibly dying, for the “greater good.” He honestly wanted you to disagree, he wanted you to protest, say they were stupid for sending you on this mission.

But you had just listened quietly and took the file.

“At the drop zone, headed to the entrance.” Your messages were short and to the point, and he could see the others relax at your words.

“Right, stay on standby,” Ghost said, loading up the cameras.

“Copy.” Then silence.

Once he got the feed loaded he quickly scanned the cameras for you, his eyes flicking back and fourth.

“There,” Kyle said, pointing to one screen. You were kneeling behind a bunch of crates, watching the entrance carefully.

“Okay. Move left, there’s a side entrance, you might have to pick a lock or two.”

“Copy,” and you moved towards the door. They watched as you crawled, seemingly gliding across the concrete floor. Once you reached the door, it took a total of three seconds for you to slip inside.

“Door’s are locked. What’s the next move?”

“Shit, that was locked?” Soap asked, even though his comms were off.

“Suppose so. Two desks down to your right.”

And so it continued. They gave you directions and watched as you absolutely flew though the levels of the building. Till finally, you were where you needed to be.

“Okay, transferring the information.” It shouldn’t take that long, Ghost told himself. He watched as you stayed crouched behind a wall, nervously tapping on your thigh as the transfer commenced.

“Done!” They could all head the relief in your voice, even if you tried to hide it. You put the computer back where it belonged, tucking the flash drive in your pocket.

“Good job, now head out the way you came, it’s-“ Ghost stopped short when he saw two men walk into the room. They were soldiers for the enemy team, the Russian flags in the middle of their vests displaying that. To your credit, you heard the voices and stayed pointedly in place.

The two of them spoke in gruff Russian to each other, monitoring the room carefully. They were going a bit too slow, getting a bit too close for Ghost’s liking. And, based on the way Kyle was gripping his shoulder, for him too.

They kept snooping, till finally one of them jumped out into your hiding spot.

It was absolute chaos after that.

You stabbed the one who found you, using his body as a shield when the other started shooting. You fired your own shots and landed one with rough time to drop the guy you were holding and run out of the room.

By this point, multiple alarms had been tripped, and you abandoned all sense of decorum, flying down steps quickly.

“Get the fuck out of there!” Ghost yelled over comms.

Apparently that didn’t warrant a response.

The cameras he was using to track you were being taken over, and he was quickly loosing visuals.

“Mirage, do you copy?”

“Mirage, what is your position.”

“Damnit Y/N, answer me!”

But he was met with silence.

And for the first time since Las Almas, Ghost felt truly afraid.

For what it was worth, you had heard Ghost yelling over comms. And you had wanted to respond to him, but the current circumstances made that harder than you would have liked.

There were soldiers shooting at you almost constantly, and maybe about two or three snipers on other buildings. And you had about five more stories to get down, not to mention an entire parking lot- which was swarming with soldiers, you checked- and somehow get back on the evac vehicle alive.

One step at a time.

Having cleared two floors already, you burst through a nearby office, breathing out a small sigh of relief when no one occupies it. Over the comms you hear a voice saying something, but it’s Price now instead of Ghost.

“Mirage, there’s a supply drop headed your way, what’s your location?” He doesn’t sound as worried, and you can’t help but wonder where Ghost went.

“I’m hidden in an office, sir. If there was a drop there would be no way for me to reach it without being ambushed.”

You’re met with silence for a moment, before Price comes back into your ear.

“Copy that, just get to the parking lot in one piece. We’ll take it from there.”

You just roll your eyes. As if that wasn’t your plan to begin with.

The stairs seem endless as you run, down flight after flight after flight. You seriously considered taking the elevator but decided against it- they were Russian, not stupid. Once you make it to the room you entered the building through you’re throughly disappointed to find it’s occupied by a few armed guards. Nothing you couldn’t handle, so long as you went out quietly.

Carefully, you made your way behind the first one, pulling one of the longer knives out of your thigh holster. In your other hand, you slip a throwing knife, crouching silently.

It takes a good few minutes before you’re able to make a move, throwing the knife in the eye of the guard at the door before you stab the one in front of you in the neck. The other two load their guns, but you’re faster, flinging two more throwing knives across the room into their heads. You allow yourself the time to collect your knives and slip out of the door, just in time to hear more gaurds enter behind you.

Close calls that just keep getting closer.

You’re able to see the parking lot now. And as you expected, it’s absolutely swamped with enemies. There were small cracks in the defenses, however, just small enough for you to slip through if you were careful.

You stuck to the shadow of the trees, figuring darkness was your best cover. Carefully, you picked your way through the ranks of men receiving instruction, having to duck to hide behind cars multiple times. Finally, you were close enough to make a break for it and just test your luck.

And that dammed supply drop just had to show up.

Immediately, it set off widespread panic, and in the chaos one of the soldiers stumbled over to your hiding spot. Before you understood what was going on you were being hoisted up by multiple soldiers and brought into the center of a light, surrounded by angry Russians who were yelling at you in one of the few languages you couldn’t understand.

Finally, one man walked up to you and said simply, “Where is the band of coonies you work for?” He looked kind of familiar, with almost a dad bod and dark eyes to match.

“Don’t respond, that’s our target.” Price insisted, and as if he could hear him, the target looked up to your ear.

“American.” He spat out the word like a curse, and looked at you with an even nastier scowl. “A shame, you are very pretty.” He said something in Russian, and the men all raised their guns and pointed them at you.

“Wait!” You shouted, and to your surprise, the target stopped. He turned to you slowly, and raised an eyebrow, signaling for you to continue. Carefully, you moved your hand to where the flash drive hid, pulling it out. It glinted red in the bright spotlights, and the target stopped dead in his tracks.

“What is that?” He asked, stalking closer to you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased further. God you had a bad habit of teasing men. Maybe it’s what got you into these situations.

“Give it to me,” He said, practically running at you.

“Mirage, whatever you’re about to do, don’t. Do it.” Price was yelling, and you could hear the chaos of the helicopter behind you.

“Listen to me, American girl. I will give you one chance to give me that flash drive. And maybe we will let you out alive.” The target stopped a good distance away from you, holding out his hand. You just smiled.

With a flick of your wrist, the flash drive was replaced with a pin. “Over my dead body.”

And a grenade went off- right where you were standing.

Authors Note: this is completely random but i've decided to open my inbox for requests, not just COD but across all fandoms, and i'm doing a bit of blog reorganizing so i'll get to them fairly quickly (tonight that is)

also don't hate me lol the next chapter will be out next week if all goes well

My Masterlist

#cod x reader #poly 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #poly 141 #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #simon ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

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loving-family-poll · 4 months

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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 3

The Locked Tomb fanart provided by @lezbijski thank you!

Propaganda under the cut:

Coronabeth/Ianthe:

They are everything. Fucked up codependent flesh-bending murderous twincest sisters

When you have to cry yourself to sleep every night because your twin sister didn't eat your soul, something incesty is definitely happening

no one is doing it like them. what if I loved you so much I wanted you to eat me and you loved me so much you refused to do so. what if the only threat I had against you was my own death. what if we had only spent three nights apart in our lives. what if I spent my whole existence covering for your lack; what if everyone assumed I was the one who was lacking. what if we were sisters. also what if someone said it wasn't surprising that people thought I was your boyfriend. they r winning at twincest AND gender AND godhood AND codependency

This entire section [Corona - Crown; Ianthe - The Prince] where Ianthe is possessing their dead servant's body and controlling a corpse army: "Crown threw herself out of her chair and went down on her knees in front of the Prince—wrapped her arms around the Prince’s legs and put her cheek on the dead right thigh. The Prince reached out and tangled one hand in her bright, springy curls, and sighed a cold, dead, defeated sigh. When Crown spoke her voice was low and tender, the lowest and tenderest voice Nona had ever heard: “Baby, it sounds awful.” “Corona, it’s death.” “So stick it. Stick all this and come home with me … throw this all in and come to me.” [...] “But we’re closer to the goal than ever before.” “Of course we are, you perfect genius,” said Crown, lovingly, and she took the dead gloved fingers, and she kissed them. Every single dead soldier’s fingers twitched..."

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

What does it mean to be an abused teenage boy growing up alone and seeing a girl in your dreams every night who is also your best friend. and when you finally meet her you go on a suicide mission together even though nobody was asking you to die with her. and then you are the only two human beings left in the recognizable universe on a cold meteor surrounded by aliens but you’re glad it’s with her. and when you finally touch the girl from your childhood dreams she looks exactly like you. because she’s your sister

I don't have words for how good these snarky assholes are together. DaveRose is brain chemistry changing. They both put up so many fronts, and engage in so much snarky wordplay, and are constantly trying to get under each other's facade. They play off each other so well, witty and sharp, I need them to be together always

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

Their twincest wins because it is just so confusingly tragic? profound? dave leaving rose behind in a doomed world, dave following her to the bomb. they are both so closed & cut off & curt its hard to imagine the depth of these things. but that is their love language: giving up their lives for each other over and over, in a confusing and fumbling and heartfelt love song. i can’t say i love you but i know we’ll die together anyway. because we’re made of the exact same stuff. i’ll find you again at the last moment. that’s love.

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

Confirmed canon by the author, (something happened) between them. Parallels of dying by each other's sides in EVERY timeline. They are THE womb-to-tomb. There is nothing platonic about winking at your brother while talking about crushes, that shit is incestuous. Seer/Knight archetype. They will die protecting each other.

do you realize love someone if you don’t follow them on a suicide mission into the gaping maw of a literal fucking sun after they knock you out and psychoanalyze you in your dreams? the blueprint of the “ethereal androgynous blonde boygirl twins” trope. witch/knight dynamics. they find each other to die together in every timeline no matter what (but they’re still emotionally constipated teenagers who bicker and make fun of each other in pesterchum). kids with grown-up powers. perfect little freaks of nature. what if we looked exactly like each other’s eyes

#tournament polls #tumblr polls #incest poll #round 3 #the locked tomb #tridentariicest #daverose #homestuck #tw incest

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obsolescent · 8 months

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Leon S. Kennedy Headcanons

Author’s Note: As you know, I write Leon in a certain way. Here’s headcanons that I have for him...I think about him a bit too much, I fear. My desire for Leon to be a country boy is the product of living in the south and also some projecting, lol. Some of these delve pretty deep and some of these are niche. If you want to share any headcanons that you have, please do. I love creating lore for characters that we know little about! Thank you to @roseglazedlens for reading over most of these for me! I’ll also be doing a NSFW version as well, the alphabet prompt.

Content warnings: Mature rating, no gendered language used for reader, nothing sexual but general discussion of Leon and his life so that involves alcohol, depression, suicidal thoughts, trauma.

NSFW Alphabet

Leon is more or less introverted from how he behaves in the games and movies, I was thinking probably INFJ-T for his personality type.

He’s bisexual. He likes whoever he can be comfortable and feel safe around, though with his hinted attractions, he prefers dark haired people.

There’s been speculation that Raccoon City is based around Springfield, Missouri, based on a few factors, so I tried to think of where he could be from. I was choosing based on my desire to have him connected to the south in some way while also not being too far from Springfield. We don’t know how far he traveled or how long it took him to get there during the events of RE2, unfortunately.

I thought of specifically around where Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, and Tennessee meet. It would also be a convenient area for his family’s mentioned crime involvement.

Also why he doesn’t have much of an accent due to being near four different states. He is of Italian descent which is one of the canon things we know. KY, MO, and TN have a higher percentage of Italian Americans in the south from what I’ve researched.

If I had to choose a specific city, it would be Paducah, Kentucky. Definitely more of a small town kind of guy. It’s also around 5 hours from Springfield.

I don’t believe he went into the foster care system, though it’s not stated. But I like to think the police officer who saved him adopted him.

Also I feel like he’s autistic in some way, generally based on how he acts and carries himself in the games. (He’s just like me fr)

His favorite brand of cars is Jeep.

He’s definitely the type of Jeep owner to wave at every Jeep he passes by while driving.

We know he likes Ducati too, he drives a XDiavel in Vendetta and DI.

He can do minor repairs, on both cars and motorcycles. A bit of a mechanic in his spare time when he’s home from missions, helping some of the others when they have car troubles.

His love language is definitely acts of service.

Even platonically, if he overhears a friend having a bad day, he’ll stop and ask if they need help with their work, or get them their favorite snack.

Romantically, he’ll bring you flowers, drive by your pharmacy to check if you have anything that needs to be picked up, tidies up the house, cooks for you, prepares you lunch for work, gives you massages if you’ve had a tough day.

He’s not the best at cooking, but learns quickly, so if you give him tips on how to improve, he’ll apply them to the next time he makes something.

Pretty sure blue is his favorite color, we see him wearing it a lot.

There’s speculation on what he smells like, I think even some perfumes made for him? But personally, I don’t think he would wear typical masculine scents, something more alone the lines of citrus/clean/fresh. One I think he would wear is Nautica Blue by Nautica. It smells so good.

He has some religious background. With how Leon behaves/carries himself, it leads me to believe his family were a part of the Church of Christ, which would correlate with the location I chose.

Leon, to this day, follows the church’s principles: “In essentials, unity; in opinions, liberty; in all things, love.” It’s something he repeats often in his head.

He sings, having taken it up at church. After the incident with his family, he continued, as it reminded him of attending, and of his mother, how she would sing him to sleep. He likes to pop into random churches during times of service.

Not straying too far in, just near the exit to join in with singing and reminisce on his own memories.

With singing, he's a baritone.

His favorite song is We Shall Be Free by Garth Brooks.

He’s all over with his music taste, from alternative to country, divorced dad rock, pop, to gospel hymns. If it has a catchy tune, he’ll like it, not too picky with music.

To get into the sad bits, we know he liked to drink to cope, a functional alcoholic.

He would have trouble sleeping through the night, drinking helped.

Sees a therapist and isn’t the most truthful during meetings. Afraid to open up about everything that’s happened to him.

In RE6, you can see a document where Leon confesses he’s thought about suicide, as far back as RE2, so he’s struggled with depression.

Doesn’t do well with large crowds or gatherings. Stays on the outskirts of any event unless he has to go deeper into the throng for the sake of a mission.

Firm believer of his corny one liners:

*Gets bill* “What’s the damage?”

“You’re barking up the wrong tree.”

*Starts raining* “We needed this.”

Also looks out the window/stands on the porch when there’s a storm coming.

He keeps a memory box. It holds items he’s kept from each of his missions. It’s small things, like a key, a piece of paper, photos, a keychain. He looks in it every once in a while, so he doesn’t forget about what he’s done, who he’s helped, and those who didn’t make it.

Not the best with technology, basic knowledge of what he needs to do and how to get to things, but doesn’t use it much outside of work.

He has to ask you for help sometimes, thankful you’re more knowledgeable on the topic.

Will always tell you goodbye when he leaves for missions, no matter what method he has to use.

Face-to-face, video chat, or even going to your work. He just wants to see you one more time before departing, in case it could be the last time. Though it’s unsaid between you two, it’s in the air, tinging it with sadness and trepidation.

When he comes back, though, he immediately notifies you and wants to see you as soon as possible. He holds you a little tighter than he usually does for the first few days after returning from a mission.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon headcanons #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy hc #leon kennedy imagine

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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Damn You!

Pairings: Pete Maverick Mitchell x Wife! reader

Request: Hi! Can i request a maverick x reader where he and the reader have been married since the original movie but no one knows and they go on the mission together and she thinks that he’s dead when his plane crashes and then they reunite when he and rooster come back

Warnings: Mentions of near death, cursing

You walked over to your husband, placing a hand on his shoulder as he prepared to disembark on the mission.

Iceman had recalled you both to Top Gun to teach the group, your best friend having been the only one to know about your marriage and took it to his grave. He wanted you both to have the opportunity to teach this next generation together and make sure they would succeed and survive this suicide mission.

Your husband was going on the mission while you stayed back with the reserves in order to help create quick backup plans and aid where needed. That was why two superior officers were chosen to lead, although you held the rank of Vice Admiral over your husband.

“Captain Mitchell,” You said in a neutral tone, getting his attention as Rooster began to walk over. “Yes Vice Admiral L/n?” He asked, that usual cheeky smile taking over his face. “Bring them and yourself home, okay? Don’t go around making friends with signals,” you joked. It was you silently saying ‘I know there are risks, try to come home still. I love you’ all without actually saying it. After being married for 34 years, you figured out ways to silently communicate with each other. “Would I do something like that?” He joked, his little way of saying he would try and he loves you too. “In a heartbeat,” You snorted, squeezing his shoulder and walking away despite wanting to hug him and kiss him.

It was all happening so quick for them but felt like an eternity to you. You stood in the control room as the Dagger Squadron went through the mission, you selfishly kept a closer eye on Dagger 1, watching your husbands movements.

You held your breath the whole time as they fought in Coffin Corner, ‘Please Pete, come home to me...’ you thought to yourself. You felt your stomach drop though when Rooster ran out of flares, you knew what Maverick was about to do though. You would do the same thing and you hated that you knew what was about to happen, that was Gooses child, the little boy you both watched grow up into a man.

You watched his signal drop, voices of the pilots yelling through, “DAGGER ONE HAS BEEN HIT!” The voice yelled, your ears ringing though so you could barely tell. You stood there frozen in shock, you knew what happened but you weren’t actually processing what just happened. The man you loved for so long, the man that refused to die according to so many admirals, was dead.

You blinked as you heard Cyclone ordering Rooster to not go after him, you watched him going after Maverick still and you couldn’t help but feel proud. He learned so much in this short amount of time, jumping off that perch he sat so snugly on.

That proud feeling faded as his signal was gone also, you fought back tears. You already felt your heart shatter before but now it was being stomped on and burned, the two gone forever.

You stood silently, eyes on the screen like everyone else, standing ramrod straight. You were turning off your emotions and barely processed everything going on, answering questions you were asked but still never moving.

That was until Roosters signal popped up again, you stared at it for a moment, a laugh escaping you in relief as you realized what was happening. “An F-14?” Someone questioned and you said at the same time as Cyclone, “Maverick!” both in almost disbelief. “He really does refuse to die,” you whispered to Hondo. “We aren’t out of it yet, let’s get him home safe. Cyclone,” you said, turning to him, “Let’s have Lt. Seresin prepared to go, they’re going to have bogies on them,” you said. He nodded and you all waited with baited breath, your stomach doing twists the whole time,

As soon as you heard they were safe and saved by Hangman, you hugged Hondo out of excitement, everyone was doing it and Hondo accepted, feeling just as relieved that Maverick made it through.

As soon as he and Rooster had landed, you were shoving through the crowd, reaching your husband. With tears in your eyes, you shoved him, “Damn you! Damn you Mitchell, you scared the shit out of me!” you cried, pulling him into a hug. He pulled back and kissed you gently, not able to wait, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t want to leave you but-” He starts, “I know, I know. Just no more scaring me like that for at least a month, okay?” You sniffled with a laugh. “Of course,” he chuckled, pulling you close again.

You all could feel the stares on you but at the moment you really didn’t care. You had your husband safe in your arms again, everyone else could wait.

#pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell x reader #pete mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #maverick #maverick imagine #pete mitchell imagine #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick

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@jegulus-microfic | march 5 glow | words: 666

this one went from muggle au angst to hogwarts au angst to anniversary surprise to engagement to this. it was meant for yesterday’s prompt but i changed it so many times it was almost today when i finished so here we are i guess. i write for fun, but I treated this one as a PhD thesis 💀 anyways i hope you’ll like it love ya

“I told you it would be easier to go through the nudist beach, it’s empty at this time” Regulus huffed exasperated when his foot slipped off a huge stone for the tenth time in last two minutes. Honestly, what was James thinking? Climbing these rocks was dangerous in a daytime, but doing it at 2 in the morning was just a suicide mission.

“Oh, come on, it’s so close now. Just hold tight” the older boy said over his shoulder, smiling at Regulus as brightly as the Sun. He thought he was smart, but every time James smiled like that his critical thinking disappeared, so he just carried on like every time before.

The plan was to go stargazing at the beach, but there were too many street lights to see anything except the Moon. That’s why James decided to go to their secret little alcove at the bottom of the hill they were camping at. The small piece of land was visible only from behind the barriers on the expressway, so not many tourists knew about it and Regulus could bet that not even all the locals were aware of its existence. To get there you had to either go a bit up the hill and climb the rocks (like they did) or go through the nudist beach (like any sane person would do).

The destination was just a few steps down from them when Regulus’ hands gave up and he fell. It wasn’t a long fall, but landing on wet sand still hurt like a bitch.

“Reg!” he heard James’ terrified voice. Not even three seconds later the other boy was kneeling next to him, checking if he was alive.

"If you ever decide to do something that stupid again, I will literally kill you," Regulus growled, pushing himself up on his elbows. He was a bit sore, but he could move, so everything’s fine. Looking up and around Regulus thought the journey and fall were worth it, not that he would ever admit it out loud.

James had already taken wine and fruit out of his backpack when Regulus opened his to spread a blanket on the ground. They lay on it, looking up at the endless sky painted with stars.

“There’s Vega, over there Deneb and right above us is Altair, they make this thing called ‘Summer Triangle’” Regulus pointed at the stars, snuggling a bit closer to James. The older boy had his arm wrapped around Reg’s waist, the other up in the air, looking like he was trying to reach the sparkly dots above them.

"Where are you tonight?" James asked quietly, rubbing Regulus' side gently. He turned and looked at the young Spaniard. In a soft glow of the Moon, James looked more beautiful than ever, almost angelic and Regulus loved what he saw. He moved a little in James' embrace to place a featherlight kiss on his cheek.

“Way too close to you to be seen” he whispered in his ear in response. The other boy whipped his head dramatically, looking into Regulus’ eyes with a mix of frustration and agitation.

“Are we still talking about stars? Or are you feeling, like, small next to me, or overlooked, or-“ Regulus put his hand on James’ lips, shaking his head ‘no’ and chuckling. It seemed to calm him a bit, because he continued with “Oh, in that case, how outrageous of me! I’m sorry love, but I’ll have to move a bit, you must be seen at all times!” They were both giggling now, the wine only adding to it.

They stayed there for a while, talking, laughing and snogging as the night went by. The sky started to change its colour when they decided to pack up their things and go back to the trailer.

“Oh, oh, look!” James yelled excitedly, like a five-year-old. “That’s me, the big one over there!” and Regulus couldn’t help but laugh when he turned to see the Sun rising over the sea.

the place in question (Calella, Spain)

#jegulus #starchaser #dead gay wizards #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders

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desswright29 · 9 months

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Somewhere Out There

Pairing: Mo Washington X Reader

A/N: This is a short story that has been in my drafts since the day Surrounded came out. I reread it and I liked it so here y’all go.

I cupped her cheeks in the palm of my hand. Gently placing our foreheads together. Closing my eyes, allowing myself to feel her breath on my lips. Her exhales mingling with my inhales. We were one. She was mine.

“Mo’. I can’t loose you out there. You hear me?; You already, by the grace of God, survived the war. This here almost a suicide mission.”

“Y/n, what you s’pose we do huh? Keep walking? Keep praying sumn just fall in our lap, hoppin’ from place to place? I can’t keep doin’ that tuh ya” Her hands reach up to lie on top of yours that still rested on her face. “Don’t you wanna have somethin’ more. Our own little peace of the promise land. Build a town for our people. Watch the churren run wild. I know you luh’ dem kids huh. We could even build them a school house. I wanna give that to ya’,….let me.”

She looked at you intense eyes boring into your own. She could see the fear buried deep in your brown orbs.

“So what, when them white folk finds out you a woman?”

“They won’t, you know they won’t.”

“But, what-“

“Y/n, you trust me gal?” She gripped your hands, bringing them around her neck. Then dropping hers to your waist pulling your body flush against hers. You lay your head against her shoulder, closing your eyes, Inhaling her woody scent.

“With all I got in my body”

“Well ya’ know I’m comin’ back to ya’. Don’cha know dat? Ain’t nobody else in this world I rather be with. You got my heart, imma fight everyday to get back to my heart.”

You nod a tear sliding down your face.

“Don’t start that here now” she says, wiping your tear.

“I’m afraid Mo’”

“Ain’t no need be. I got people here looking after ya’. You won’t be alone.”

After the war Mo began the search for her family. The only person she found was her mother. She was able to track her down in Pennsylvania working for some of them union boys. Working for pennies living in them slave shacks. Turns out she fell sick pretty quickly afterward, almost like she’d been waiting to see her one last time. That’s when she met you. You helped nurse her mother until she went home to be with God. In that time, you two became the best of friends. Though later you both realized it was much more than that. After the death of her mother, she let you know of her Gold Claim and the dangerous journey she would have to make to get to the land out West. You were horrified but understood that something had to be done for y’all to truly feel free. Tonight she would depart.

“Promise me you’ll come back to me”

“I’ll die trying” She looks you in the eye. Taking your hands in hers, she begans to pull you towards the door.

“Come wit me”

She walks you out onto the small rugged porch. Standing behind you she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into her body and placing her chin on your shoulder. With her free hand she pointed up at the full moon. The sweet sound of her voice filled your ears.

“You see dat. Wheneva you think of me, you come out hea’ and you look into dat der sky. And know somewhere out der, I’m lookin’ at dat same sky, thinkin’ ‘bout you too. I ain’t neva gon’ be too far doll.”

You turn in her arms looking up at her, eyes sparkling in the moon light with unreleased tears.

“Mo’”

“Yea, Doll?”

“Make love to me. One mo’ time ‘fore you go”

With out any words she closed the distance.

#letitia wright #letitiawright #shuri udaku #moses washington #mo baby #mo washington #Spotify

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reveluving · 2 years

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peeping tom(s) ; rick flag x reader (ft triple frontier boys)

» warnings: smut (minors DNI!), humour

» a/n: separate post based on this ask ‘cuz I went overboard with it <3 don't forget to leave some sugar ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» m.list (series under 'rick flag vs the triple frontier boys’)

smut includes; possessive!rick (yes he needs a warning-), unprotected sex (p in v, riding), voyeurism, mention of mirror kink :>

» (funny how it's titled after the same-named character who's dea-)

» AAAANYWAY

» Listen here, lil’ lady.

» He’d enter the house, hoping to be immediately engulfed by your love, only to see you peek your head out of the kitchen with an excited “Rick! I’ll be with you in a minute!”

» So, he’s just standing in the living room, arms initially opened before dropping them like 🕴 Hello? Where’s his love?

» But, he doesn’t question you on it, instead, silently moves to the kitchen entrance, seeing you wipe the stack of plates and that’s when he knew.

» They came over.

» He’d slowly straightened his back, walking back to the sofa before removing his upper garments.

» “Those boys came over?”

» “Mhm! Made fried rice, left you some, too,” As good as that sounded, it wasn't his main focus right now, “How was the mission?”

» “Manageable,” Usually he’d give you more than a one-word answer but he sounded disgruntled, as if today’s work was a little out of his control which led to his pissy mood. So, you stayed quiet right after. Not because you were scared, not at all. You just thought he needed some of his own silent me-time.

» Still, you didn’t hear footsteps going up so he was likely still in the living room, waiting for you.

» Honey.

» The moment you left the kitchen to greet him for real, you were not ready for the sight.

» Like, he's just manspreading on the couch with just his pants and gloves, waiting for you to come out of the kitchen.

» You know… that black garment he wore in the Suicide Squad (2021).

» Yes.

» “Rick…?” Just when you thought that dominant look on his face couldn’t get any sexier, he’d beckon you to come over.

» I’m talking ‘bout him doing the come-hither gesture with both hands.

» YES.

» “Come here,” You didn’t dare to question him, not with that look and tone he had, and obediently walked over to him.

» He softened up just a little, enjoying how timid you seemed just by his change of behaviour. Well, shirtless, too but that was just a plus point.

» “C’mon,” It didn’t help that he had to pat his lap, too. He could clearly see what he was doing to you, considering you were unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. So, when you didn’t sit on his lap, he pulled you in by the wrist — not to the point of hurting you, he could never. But, enough to catch you by surprise.

» “Y’like those boys showerin’ you with attention while I’m gone?” His voice was deeper than usual, sending more than just shivers down your spine, more so when he was looking up at you expectantly.

» “Wha-?” Your hands shot out on either side of his head, nails digging into the sofa's headrest, "Rick, we just had lunch together, that's all. Besides,"

» Resting your forehead against his, you muttered.

» "Your attention is all that matters to me,"

» Even despite those four men and their need for your time, your focus will always be on him. Your faithfulness will always be with him, and he knows the last thing you'd do is break that trust.

» But, as your husband, he needed to do the necessary. Reminding you is one thing, but reminding them is another.

» So, he'd leave you in your nightie but move your panties to the side, hitching your breath at the fluttering touches against your wet lips.

» "Did they get you this wet?" He feigned a tone of surprise, a hint of offence, even, which sent you scrambling to answer.

» "N-no!" You shook your head — did he think you wouldn't be so turned on by the way he looked?

» "I-it's all you…"

» You were so tempted to close your legs, embarrassed that your juices were leaking on his clothed fingers and pants, but he was having none of that.

» He'd lean back against the sofa, spreading his arms on the headrest before looking at you expectantly.

» "Well, go on," He ordered, "Ride my fingers first,"

» Who were you to say no?

» You could tell how much he was enjoying this — torturing you by keeping his hand still on his thighs while you rubbed and writhed against his fingers, chasing for that far-away orgasm.

» The grip he had around your waist was tighter than tight — as if he was daring you to escape. The constant squeezes of your ass. His sinful groans directly in your ear before it was only a matter of time before his patience finally ran thin and had you stuffed with his throbbing cock.

» His leather gloves only elevated the combination of pain and pleasure.

» He wished he could see the way your pretty lil' lips gripping him, taking it all in like the good girl you are, and all for him, too. The image only caused him to buck his hips, taking pride in the way you twitched.

» Babe, you cannot tell me that he won’t have a mirror kink after this. He just has to see his beauty in all her glory.

» "Rick, I-I can't," You mewled while your thighs clenched around his, naively hoping it'll stop him from moving.

» How cute.

» "Hm?" He heard you loud and clear, but seeing you like this? Why wouldn’t he want to tease you?

» "I-I'm," You slapped one hand over your mouth — you were getting too loud, too bashful by the idea of your neighbours, especially the Delta boys, hearing you like this.

» Oh, but that was the whole idea.

» "Let all those shrieks out. Let your boys know I'm back," He snarled, surprising you when he pulled your hand away to have you moan louder.

» "Now," He slowed his pace, "You either use the safe word," He began softly, reminding you that you had absolute control if he was doing too much.

» But, the second he knew you didn’t want it to end, however, he growled in the next, "Or fuck this cock like you mean it,"

» Now, you're probably wondering; did they hear you?

» Simple; yes.

» Voyeuristic lil' bi-

» Didn't matter if they heard you shriek in such a sensual way or 'coincidentally' peeked at your little 'activity' through the window.

» Their. Eyes. Are. Open.

» 👁👄👁 -horny in silence-

» From what I can imagine, ranking from most to least embarrassed about seeing you together do the deed would be; Frankie, Santi, Benny, and Will.

» So, Frankie!

» wbk

» He's not embarrassed by the fact that you're having sex or just sex in general, he's just appalled at himself because he didn't look away the second he realized what y'all were up to.

» He did, eventually, but he knew he'll be thinking about it for a while.

» And he's supposed to be the sensible one, too, damn it.

» Theeen, Santi.

» I'm not saying he'll be embarrassed embarrassed but to think he'd see the day where you're in your most vulnerable — your most debauched. He's always complimenting you, partially to irk Rick too but damn.

» Again.

» It won't leave his mind anytime soon.

» I can see him pointing a middle finger at himself in the bathroom mirror like a random scene you'd see in Moon Knight.

» Surprisingly, next is Benny!

» Hear me out; I believe that between the Miller brothers, it's a tie. But, Benny comes in first; he may or may not have thought about finding you in a compromising position but for it to actually happen, and the fact that he's turned on by it too?

» That man is out of there.

» Imagine him rushing out of the house, yelling to the boys that he's off for some last-minute training when in reality, he doesn't want to think about your dripping cunt in the same house as the boys.

» He thinks they'll read his mind idk mf and his logic

» Last but not least, Will.

» Like I said, a tie with his brother BUT! Rather than rubbing one out elsewhere, he finds nothing wrong with doing it at home.

» Is he aware of what he's doing? Yeah.

» Of course, he'll do it in private, but he's not stupid (not to say the others are though. They are just as aware!). He knew his brother wasn't rushing off because he was needed in the boxing ring.

» The same way he knew Frankie and Santi didn't just lock their doors because they're stuffed from the lunch you made.

» Soo, yeah. Possessive Rick + Delta boys and their horn-knee thoughts...

» and I'm over here sweatin'.

» Muuuch to think about.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

» taglist: @perseone @aria725 @all-the-things-i-done @torchbearerkyle ♡

» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics

» not surprising that my favourite ask of the series thus far is a smut HAHA but I do hope y'all enjoy just as muchhh

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violet-fluff · 5 months

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💙 Erwin Smith x Depressed!Reader

Don’t Say That Again

Warnings: mentions of suicide/ depression, family loss, trauma

A/N: Erwin is a little OOC, but I always like seeing a softer Erwin. And the man needs love dang flabbit! Enjoy!

You walk into your office with Hanji when you notice a vase of flowers sitting on your desk.

Hanji reads the attached card signed by Erwin and she wiggles her brows. “Looks like lover boy is trying to lighten your mood.”

You blush and move the flowers by the window to get some sun. “He’s just being a good friend.”

Hanji scoffs. “A good friend, my ass!! That blondie has had a thing for you ever since you joined the scouts those years ago and you know it!”

You give a small huff. “We were teenagers, Hanji. He’s a grown man now, as well as being Commander, and has more important things to worry about than trying to swoon someone. He’s just being nice. I mean I would give you flowers too if you were feeling down.”

Hanji can’t help but roll her eyes so hard they almost get stuck. “The both of you irritate me!!” She yells while flailing her hands up. “You love him, and he loves you. You both are just too stubborn and inexperienced in love that neither of you will admit it. I’m tired of the two of you sneaking around with it and not taking action!”

You can’t help but almost laugh at her outburst. “Whoa, Hanji! Calm down!”

Suddenly there’s a knock at your door and you give permission for the person to come in. Speaking of the devil, Erwin walks in and eyes both you and Hanji in suspicion. Mostly because it looks like a vein is about to burst in Hanji’s head.

“Did I interrupt something?”

Hanji walks up to him and pokes his chest with her finger. “Grow some balls, Smith.” She tells him and walks out.

Erwin looks at you with a raised brow. “What did I do?”

You laugh and shake your head. “Ignore her. By the way, thank you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.”

Erwin smiles. “It’s my pleasure. How are you feeling?”

You sigh and sit in your chair. “I’m fine, Erwin.” You grumble.

Erwin frowns. “I’m just checking in.”

“You don’t need to babysit me, you know?” You say with irritation as you fiddle with a paper on your desk.

“I’m not babysitting you. I’m making sure you’re ok.”

A wave of anger washes over you. “I said I’m ok! Stop bothering me about it!”

“Then why is your mood fluctuating so drastically again?” Erwin asks as he steps towards you.

You try to stand but Erwin blocks you in by kneeling in front of you and grabbing each arm rest.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. It’s scary for you to not want to talk to me but seeing you’re not ok.” Erwin begs.

Your face scrunches up. “If I’m such a pain to deal with then you should have let me die.”

A flash of anger crosses his face and he shakes the chair. “Don’t say that! Don’t you ever say that again!”

A month ago, your brother had gotten killed by a titan while on a scouting mission. You were too late to save him and had to watch as he yelled out for you as the titan bit into him. You went home a few days later to tell your parents, and in a fit of grieving rage, they said your brother’s death was your fault and to not come back home.

Your parents haven’t reached out to you since.

Erwin was trying so hard to help you grieve and would spend hours holding you as you cried, but that was almost to no avail as one night, he walked in on you swallowing a whole case of pills.

You wanted to die, you wanted the pain to end, so you tried to run from him but he was able to grab you and stick his fingers down your throat to force you to throw up the pills.

The doctor he talked to after told him to watch over you as you were now on a suicide watch. He went over what changes in personality to look out for such as depression, sudden mood swings or anger, sudden triggers, trouble sleeping or socializing and so on.

Erwin has been noticing a difference in your mood lately. You have had such great progress with talking to him about how you’re feeling and progress with your grief, but lately it seems like you have started to backpedal.

“You should have! I’m too weak to be here!” You yell back, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

“You’re not weak! Being sad and being angry…those are normal human emotions! It’s ok to be those things but…you can’t let them win you over! You almost ended your life. That doesn’t even make you weak either, you just need more support to help you through the drowning emotions and I want to help you through it!”

You look down. “But you’re too busy to help me. I’ve been doing nothing but taking up your time and making you lose sleep.”

“I will go nights without sleep if it means I can see you again the next day.” Erwin sighs. “Is this what Hanji meant…I think it is…so I will say that I love you. I always have.”

Your heart skips a beat but your mind continues to pull you down. “You shouldn’t love me. You’re a commander so you don’t have time for something as small as love.”

Erwin smiles. “Love is not small. To be honest, it’s one of the biggest things I’ve ever felt and it’s because of you. I feel at home with you, I feel loved by you, and I see life differently now all because of you. Actually, the other captains say you make me too soft.” He laughs.

You smile as Erwin wipes your tears. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

Erwin shakes his head. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

You lean forward and wrap your arms around Erwin’s broad shoulders, hugging him tightly.

Erwin burried his face in your shoulder and takes in the warmth of your hug as much as he can.

After a few more seconds, you pull away slightly and you both stare at each other before giving each other an overdue kiss.

#erwin smith #aot erwin #erwin x reader #snk erwin #commander erwin #attack on titan erwin

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daisymylove · 1 year

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Right, I may get some heat for this, but here we go. MAJOR SPOILERS OF CHOT AHEAD, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

As someone who had been waiting for this book for TWO YEARS, my main take away is that Chain of thorns ended being an utter disappointment. As a former fan of Game of thrones, and other fans will get my meaning, I say this book gives me season 8 vibes: a ludicrous and incomplete conclusion to something that could’ve been epic, marinated on wasted potential.The thing is, we KNOW everything will turn out alright with the world at the end and the villains will fail, after all, this is a prequel on a ya series.We know that many of those characters are the ancestors of the TMI and TDA gangs, BUT that does not mean it couldn’t have been a very enjoyable story that leaves you at the edge of your seat, for we would get to see HOW things came to be

What bothers me the most is how Daisy’s protagonism was stolen, and that’s a first for a cc lead.

Its hinted several times in TDA that Cordelia was a hero whose name shadowhunter history would never forget.She was the sword that stood between evil and the world, saving it from doom on a byegone era... but she kinda didn’t? I shit you not, Cordelia’s greatest features on this book were to kill Tatiana (seriously?) and bang james on a tub.And that’s all.And if anyone had to kill tatiana at all, that person should be grace, it would be a great end to her arc of abuse, but that’s beside the point here

All the build up of “we must get cordelia in there so she can vanquish belial and end this’’ was for literally NOTHING.

After so many people either doubting her, or saying she was their only hope, after spending most of the book not fighting and staying on the sidelines because of the paladin busyness (and making some unhinged decisions along the way), she doesn’t fight Belial AT ALL. WHAT? If she had stabbed james, would it be cohf 2.0? well yes, but it still would’ve been better than james going “time for suicide mission lololol” and driving cortana to his chest.And the healing blade? where did that come from? That was such a cheap way for him to not die

The trip to Edom was for literally nothing.Sure, it brought her and lucie closer after the strain on their friendship,but that doesn’t require a trip to Edom, they could’ve just talked and sorted out their shit

Kit’s death was ridiculous and UNmourned. Tatiana, who has no training whatsoever, killed him throwing a poisoned dagger on his shoulder. Nevermind that In book one this boy survived an also poisoned gash that ripped his torso open. Who remembers that anyway? Its not absurd at all.

Point being that if youre going to kill him, do it with dignity and give weight to it.We don’t see his funeral, we don’t see the adults finding it out, nor his parents and henry mourning, we barely see the tlh gang mourning.Jem was throughly mourned, AND HE DIDN’T EVEN DIE.Kit’s death was the literary equivalent of the Loki meme “yes very sad, anyway”

On the topics of things we didn’t see, I’m livid that there was so much page time wasted on that senseless love triangle THAT EVERYBODY KNEW WOULD AMOUNT TO PRECIOUS NOTHING, and many important things were either told, or left open.I just wish this love triangle had never happened and Cordelia and matt had remained platonic friends. Give matthew another love interest or none at all, he and james already had enough problems to work through as it was

They could’ve left for france together as just friends you know. They could’ve even kissed on the basis of “why the fuck not? we are both pining and everything already went to shit anyway”, but then realized it was a mistake and let’s leave it at that.Also it came to a point where the romantic stalling of the minor couples was just too much, it felt like page filler instead of the true conflict resolution they needed to set things right and be together.I was reading all that and wondering “all right, but where’s the actual plot?”

the explanation for the family tree was ridiculous.I would prefer some “when the city of bones fell, we lost an awful lot of data, and thats why all the documentation of the period is messed up”

The whole conflict of the clave finding out about Jesse’s identity was resolved too easily at the end

Matthew coming clean to his parents and charlotte being pregnant again was such a big and anticipated moment, and yet all we get is Cordelia telling us what james told her

Charles comes out in front of everyone and we dont see that

Will and tessa cry thinking their kids are gonna die and we dont see that

Thomas’ come out was a bit better, but it was still telling rather than showing

dont get me started on the plot holes.Im pretty sure cc said we would see james get more powers, but all we got was the as old as time cliche of protagonists losing their powers, and that didnt make a slight of sense.They automatically lose their powers after belial “dies”, while tessa remains very much a warlock and a shapeshifter? Make it make sense. Those powers come first and foremost from Tessa, Belial dying doesnt alter the demonic blood on their veins

The cherry on the top of a long list of absurdities, to me, are the watchers. Anyone can correct me if Im wrong, but how in the world there were so many dead silent brothers and iron sisters? it doesnt add up, there should be some of them, but not enough to flood dozens of shadowhunters on their own.The nephilim only have a thousand years of existence, (magnus said more than once that he has met warlocks who had been born before the first shadowhunter was created) and those folks not only live absurdly long lives, but tend to die of natural causes.Jem lived for over a century as a silent brother and aged only two years.It doesnt add up

also am I missing something, or how matthew, thomas and alastair escaped the massive statues was completely brushed over?

The two truths and a lie was total bullshit.It was also said that there would be political marriage, the gang would go to idris and camille and wolsey would make come backs,but none of that happened.

thats it, thats my rant that probably no one will read bc of how fucking long it is

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mydarllinglover · 8 months

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Alone || Just The Three Of Us

Eventually they had made their way outside, at night, Gabriel stared up at the stars, as did the others, whilst Daryl sat down, Natalia joining him as he used his flashlight to look down on a dollar bill.

"What's that?" She asked, wondering why he was studying it.

"Found it, they had a camp down there." He replied. "It's a letter from this kid to his parents. From back before."

"See anything else down there?" Maggie asked, joining their conversation.

"Nah. Just the same stuff you saw." He screwed up the bill into a ball.

"We heading out?" Agatha asked.

"We need to take a detour first." She decided. "Arbor hills."

"What's there?" Negan asked.

"Hidden supply depot." Maggie answered." Georgie set 'em up all over, in case we ran into any trouble when we were out looking for survivors. It has ammo, food, weapons. Rest up there, restock, and then head to Meridian. Radio tower marks that neighbourhood. You know where that is?" She asked Negan.

"Yeah. Come on." He nodded.

"Come on. Come on, boy." Daryl called for Dog as they got ready to leave.

They walked through a street, Roy, who Daryl had found, joined them, limping along.

They were greeted with bodies hung from their ankles along the road, on both sides.

"Well, this place sure has gone to shit." Negan commented. "Since the last time I was here."

Everyone was silent as they looked around, there were so many... just hanging.

"Let's double back. We can cut through-"

"No, we should get them down." Natalia resisted, pulling a knife.

"There's too many." Gabriel tried to reason with her.

"They should get to have their bodies layed to rest, not hanging like that, they didn't deserve this."

"Yeah, like Gage didn't deserve what he got." Alden took a dig.

"Alden."

"Matter of fact, you're the reason we're even on this suicide mission, popping kids out like tictac's."

"You better watch your mouth." Daryl took a stride forward, toward the loud man.

"Hey! Stop" Maggie hollered. "I'm sorry, Nat, but we don't have the time for this."

"Fine! I'll-"

Before Natalia could finish her sentence, an arrow had darted through the sky, piercing through the bandage and into Roy's already injured eye.

An knife had landed in Cole's thigh.

Maggie, Natalia and Daryl darted behind an old car, as the others went to the other side, they watched as a group of people walked along the road in formation, their weapons held loosely, ready to throw, masks covered their faces.

"Well, they're not ghosts." Natalia hissed.

"Run!" Duncan shouted loudly, as they darted towards the woods for coverage, as the people followed.

Alden received a knife to the shoulder, as he leant against a tree, Daryl was trying to take aim with his crossbow, but the knives darting around was proving to be an massive distraction to him.

Cole was unfortunately caught by one of the masked people, his throat slit and blood poured out, maybe it was mercy to receive such a quick death.

Knife after Knife was thrown at Duncan, until he eventually fell to the ground, and not even a moment after, Negan had received one in the leg, but he was quick to pull it out, using it as a weapon, considering Natalia had taken hers back as soon as they had got out of the train.

Gabriel was the next victim, being sliced across his jaw.

Daryl whistled, calling for Dog as he ran.

Natalia darted for the tree's keeping low to the ground, she was quick enough to spot the person gaining on her, she thrust herself back, slicing the man's Achilles heel as he passed her, pushing him all the way to the ground and stabbing her knife into his head.

"Agh!" Maggie cried out, another had wrapped a whip on her arm, yanking the woman back.

As Elijah attempted to cut it off of her, he was thrown back.

"No!" Maggie screamed for her friend.

Next thing Natalia knew, everyone was gone, disappeared, vanished.

Everyone except Maggie.

The pair ran, and they didn't stop running until they found an abandoned building, a big one.

They exchanged looks, but wasn't given the chance to verbally say anything, before a knife embedded itself into the wall centimetres by Maggie's head, this gave them the motive to crouch and run into the building, blindly.

The two women flicked on their flashlights, jogging down the stairs and past another set of doors.

Natalia picked up two glass bottles, setting them on the handles.

"We'll know when they come." She muttered.

"Good idea."

They continued on, walking through what looked like the first level of a mall, an escalator sat in the middle of it.

They once again went through another set of doors, this time, with stairs leading up and down, they chose to go up, with the snarls of walkers seeming to getting louder.

They slowed down as they went up, checking their surrounding and any signs of life or death along the steps.

An walker had advanced on Maggie, clinging onto her arm as she tried to pull it off, Natalia pushed the walker at the same time she managed to shrug free, and the thing had gone through the metal railing, breaking it and falling to the ground from a high drop, along with her flashlight.

"Oops." Maggie muttered, touching where the railing broke off.

"Still got mine." Natalia grimaced, holding up her flashlight.

They advanced some more, looking down at the drop.

"How far you think that is?" Maggie asked.

Natalia was about to answer, moving her flashlight to Maggie's face, when a skull mask behind her, made the woman jump.

"Mags!"

Maggie swung round, noticing the man who was about to stab her, but she was quicker, roundhouse kicking him through the railing, breaking it another time.

The man yelled all the way down, until...

Thud.

They could hear footsteps climbing the stairs, and they both darted through the doors, not waiting around to see who it was.

They had got to another level of the "mall" the top level, but this looked to be a studio, a fashion studio maybe, this guess was made up by the mannequins all around them.

"Should take a few home, let the kids use it for target practise." Natalia suggested.

"Mhmm." Maggie replied with a slight raise of her brows.

Something clattered behind them, making the two jump as they sprung to see who it was, realising it was just a stool with fabrics on.

It was the squeaking of rats that unsettled Natalia the most.

"Gerr off me." Maggie shrugged the woman off.

"Sorry. Hate rats." She admitted, letting go of Maggie

"Seriously?"

"Shut up."

"Maggie? Nat." A man's voice whispered.

"Alden?" Maggie muttered back.

He walked out from behind a filing cabinet, holding a spear.

He was stood there, smiling in relief at the pair, and then the next second, he was being tackled to the ground.

But neither had the time to help him, as they were being rushed by two other masked people.

Natalia was thrown to the ground, being pinned by a larger man, she'd been in this position before, that time, she had the help of Rick committing cannibalism to help her.

Natalia bit down on the persons shoulder, hard, lifting a knee to kick him where it'd really hurt, using all her momentum, she flipped them over, before using her knife to slice his throat open, stabbing him in the skull just to make sure he didn't reanimate and end up biting her in the ass later on, literally and theoretically.

She looked up from her own fight, still straddling the dead body to see that Maggie's fighter was now on the ground, Negan was stood above the both of them.

"Nat, get down!" Negan shouted, after Maggie had thrown something at the man attacking Alden, she threw herself behind one of the filing cabinets, when an explosion went off, popping her ears, fogging the area with smoke.

When they were able to, Maggie, Negan and Natalia gathered around Alden, as he leaned against an turned over table .

"Let me see?" Maggie asked.

"Sure thing, boss." He grunted, as she helped lift his shirt.

"Ooh." Natalia winced, covering her face.

"That good, huh?" Alden joked, at her reaction.

His abdomen was covered in dark red blood, and the skin was the same shade, the gashes were deep, and they had nothing to fix him up with.

"You think you can walk?" Maggie asked him.

"Not gonna know until we try." He tried to pull himself up with a groan.

"Woah, woah. You're not seriously thinking that we keep going." Negan paused.

"They'll be back, we gotta keep moving."

"Alright, wait. What exactly is the plan here?" Negan pressed.

"The plan doesn't change. We need that food."

"I need to find Daryl" Natalia looked at Maggie, who seemed to have different priorities.

"Nat, If we get to the radio tower, find the supply house, we can wait for the others, he'll be there."

"And what if he, along with the others are dead?" Negan continued. "Listen, I know theatrics. Those people, they just told us exactly how insane they are."

"Isn't that what I told you the first time we met?" Natalia questioned.

"We can't be on a road." He ignored her. "We can't be on any road that they could use. It's a shit plan."

"Then you tell me a better one that doesn't starve us all." Maggie snapped. "Right."

"I am on your side, Maggie."

"Then help me with him." She told him.

He settled, grabbing Alden by the other arm and together they lifted him.

"You did a number on him." Alden looked Natalia's size up and down, as they hobbled along her guy. "How?"

"Been there before." She shrugged.

"When?" Maggie asked looking sceptical.

"After Beth, before Terminus, that group Daryl and I were with."

"Ooh, them, the one who gave you that cute scar." Maggie gestured to the tiny and faded scar along her cheek.

"Yup." Natalia raised her brows, walking ahead. "And guess what, I was right about them, too."

They had made it outside, the two set Alden down, to lean against the small shed whilst Maggie checked her map.

"It's two miles. it's further than I thought." She sighed, sounding defeated.

"We better get moving." Alden tried to pull himself up, but Negan was there to help him. "Holding your hand's not gonna help me walk any faster."

"Yeah? Does the thought of one of those things ripping your face off do it for you?" Negan asked him, gesturing to the group of walkers pacing around, a small distance away from them.

"If you're scared, why don't you make yourself useful and go kill 'em?"

A woman's screaming ended their fight.

Natalia turned to it, taking out a knife and running towards it.

"Really? So we're just gonna go towards the screaming?" Negan asked, when Maggie moved to follow. "Cool."

Natalia ran forward, kicking the walker down, before jumping on it's head, brain matter splattering all over the pavement and her shoes, before moving to help Agatha with the others.

Maggie left Alden with Negan, keeping up her pace to join them.

"Maggie. It's Duncan." Agatha told her.

They instantly followed, finding the man laying down, his back against a brick bream, a pool of blood surrounded him.

"Duncan." Maggie sighed, seeing her friend. "Duncan, I'm so sorry. For all of it."

"Why?" He asked, his voice weak, he was fading fast. "We were good. We were lucky."

"For a little while." She sniffled.

"Make sure she gets home." He nodded at Agatha. "Promise."

It only took a few more breathes, than he was gone.

Maggie pulled out her knife, kneeling up and cradling his head before putting him down for good.

"Your chances aren't looking so great." Natalia whispered to Alden, when they were a bit away from the three.

"Now why would you say that?" He asked.

"Didn't appreciate the tic tac comment." She narrowed her eyes at him. "'Sides, Daryl's the baker, I'm just the oven, don't take it out on me."

"That's disgusting."

"Please, it's basic biology, what, you think we cuddled and they appeared?"

"How 'bout you both shut up." Negan muttered, nodding to the two women who were still mourning their freshly passed friend.

They ended up heading back into the woods, Maggie used her binoculars to scope out the walkers that were a few metres ahead of them.

"Twice as many as before." Negan mentioned. "We need to rethink your plan, Maggie."

"You're a free man, Negan. You wanna go? Go." She replied.

He thought on it a moment, before carrying on.

"I can help you. You know, your friends, they trusted me. You were gone for a long time. Things change. People change."

"No." She shook her head, and so was Natalia, she had no idea what the man was talking about. "Maybe you've got them fooled, but not me. Stop pretending you're one of us, Negan. Maybe you even believe it. But you're probably as good at lying to yourself as you are to everybody else."

He was the first to walk away, and then the rest followed.

Maggie helped Alden along, whilst Natalia walked beside them, she was known to hold grudges.

"You okay, Maggie?" He asked.

"Yeah. I can handle Negan."

"I wasn't talking about Negan." She nodded in realisation. "This can't be what you thought you'd be coming home to. It can't be what you told Hershel he'd see."

"You know, not much surprises me anymore. Except Hilltop. It's not the place I told Hershel about."

"I had no hand in that, I didn't even know I was there until I was waking up from a coma." Natalia put her hands up.

"Hold on a sec." Alden stopped.

The walkers behind them, is what gave him the momentum to carry on.

"You know, I'm not sure much surprises him anymore, either."

"You'll build it back up, better than it was before."

"We will." Maggie corrected him.

"Sure." He chuckled. "We'll get it done. At least by the time that Adam is old enough to remember."

"Yeah." Maggie laughed. "I leave here for one minute, and you're raising a kid."

"Good news, is he lives in Alexandria, so... small wins."

"What about you, how's your little ones been?" Maggie asked Natalia.

"Well, twins are pissed at us for still moving out of the woods and fucking up their routine, but they're more mad that me and Daryl went back to having lives and not being with them 24/7. Archie is going through a biting phase, he's, he's biting everyone, and I mean even the damn dog. Bambi refuses to sleep in her own bed, so we never have any time alone, and because Bambi isn't in her bed, Daisy wants to be in our bed, too, and I have two teenagers in a room together, who both hate each other but refuses to separate? Who is also sharing with a ten year old, who is trying her damned hardest to keep the peace between the two. Oh, and then I have a six year old in with my one year old, who refuses to sleep throughout the whole night without waking every body up with his screeching. So... been a real fun time. This is my vacation" She gestured around them.

"Poor Rosita." Maggie grimaced.

"Oh, y'know how kids love to behave for everyone other than their parents. Besides, they adore her."

"Yep." Maggie snorted.

Further ahead, Negan had found something quite interesting.

"Judas? Guy who betrayed Jesus, right?" Natalia asked Maggie, as they stared at the burnt walker, tied to a tree, the name Judas wrote in blood on a plank of wood above it.

"Yeah." She nodded.

The walkers had gathered around them, and so had the fog.

"This way, come on." Maggie instructed, helping Alden get away from the area.

Natalia held her knives, ready for attack, so had Negan and Agatha, though, eventually Maggie had let Alden go, helping them.

A scream came from Agatha, a walker had latched on, biting into her arm and ripping away flesh.

"Agatha!" Maggie cried, running for her friend.

"Maggie, come on, there's too many!" Natalia called, as Maggie attempted to save her friend, but it was too late, they'd surrounded Agatha.

"Go! Just go!" She encouraged.

"No!" Come on!"

"Maggie!" Natalia had grabbed her, trying to pull her back. "We gotta go!"

"No!"

Negan had stepped in, pushing Natalia forward, grabbing Maggie around the waist, pulling her along as Natalia ran to Alden, to protect him against the walkers, helping him up.

"Agatha, no!" Maggie screamed desperately, trying to elbow the man off of her, but he resisted, continuing to drag her away. "No! No! No! No! No!" She chanted over and over, watching as Agatha was mauled to death.

Their walk was mostly silent, except for when Negan pulled out one of those snacks they had found at the military base.

"Goddamn shit." He groaned, spitting it out.

"What?" He looked at the other three. "You like the taste of crap cardboard?"

A vulture screeched above them, and Natalia shot it down, within a blink of an eye.

"We should get back in the woods." Negan suggested, staring at the dead bird, when it had hit the ground.

"The road is faster." Maggie replied.

"He's right. The woods have cover. It's safer."

"Let's go there." Maggie nodded ahead at a church.

"No. We need to keep moving." Alden continued.

"No, we need a break." Maggie finalised.

The place was covered in thick cobwebs, when they walked into the building, dust covered the pews, and there were holes in the roof.

"We'll rest here for a while, and then we'll head out." Maggie told them, helping Alden to sit down.

Negan picked up a bible, watching the two, whilst Natalia sat on the floor, knees to her chest, staring at the wood in front of her.

"I know what you're thinking. The answer is no." Maggie told Negan.

He chuckled, tossing the bible on the sermon stand.

"He's right, Maggie." Alden started. "I'm slowing you down."

"Nope." She shook her head. "We're fine."

"Maybe now. If these guys are anything like you say they are, then it's gonna get worse. I'm dead weight. We all know it."

"We'll help you."

"You wanna know why I walked away from him?" Alden asked. "And everything he stood for... Joined up with you? It's 'cause I trust you to do the right thing. No matter how hard it is or how much it costs you. The supplies... Maggie, look at me." She turned to face him again. "The supplies are the only thing that matters now. Alexandria needs us to do this. They're waiting for us. Hershel and Judith, and the twins, and Archie, RJ, Gracie... and Adam."

"And Adam needs a father." Maggie pushed.

"You think I'm gonna make it out of that town alive like this? You left Gage. Leave me."

"Gage made his choice." She corrected.

"And I'm making mine."

"No." She shook her head, gently.

"Just..."

"No."

"Maggie, if this plan fails, then everything you've worked for, everything you want for the future, it dies with it. And then what happens to Adam?"

"Okay. It's not that simple." She stood up from the pew.

"Yeah, it is."

"The sun is going down. Maggie... You have to make a decision."

"It's easy for you, isn't it? Being reckless with somebody else's life. But you don't get to decide who lives and who dies anymore. It's your fault. That we're here. It's your fault. Because you destroyed everything that we built." She told Negan.

"You still have to decide." He brushed her off.

Maggie held back the tears, turning to Alden, and taking a few deep breaths, sitting back down again, then went through her bag, taking out supplies.

"Mag... Maggie." Alden spoke up, but she stared him into silence.

"Here." She handed him a packet, then got up, once again. holding out her hand to Negan.

Begrudgingly, he pulled out the knife he had tucked away into his sock, handing it to her, and she returned back to Alden, passing it to him.

Negan got up, laying down his gear and lifting up a table, turning it into a barricade for the door.

"Short-stack, come on." He called to Natalia, who hadn't moved or said a word since she sat down. But she got up, following him out of the door, not even taking a look at Alden.

"You better be here when we get back." Maggie told her friend, as she stood in the doorway.

"You better come back." He replied. "An' Nat.. sorry for calling your kids tic-tacs."

She gave a nod in response, but her face hadn't chanced from the faraway expression she wore.

A walker wandered towards them as they left the church, seeing as Negan was the closest, he swung at it with his crow bar, leaving the end bloody.

The two women stared at the familiar image in silence, before moving on.

They had walked into the next day, where a small herd had eventually found the three.

Working together, they fought off the walkers without any of them sustaining an injury.

"We should get moving. The others could already be at the outpost." Maggie told them.

"Huh." Natalia chuckled, sniffing, walking ahead as she flicked blood off her knife.

"Nat?" Maggie followed. "You alright? You ain't said much, which is rare for you."

"What's there to say?" She continued on in her stride.

"Is it because of Daryl? We're gonna find him, y'know."

"Maybe." Negan added. "Maybe not."

Natalia stared at him, tilting her head, before throwing a knife.

"Shit!" He yelped, ducking, the knife flying over his head and landing in a walkers skull.

"Y'know, Maggie, I... we promised our kids that after what happened to Hilltop, and Alexandria, and what they had to see at that hospital, it'd be the last time we went off like this, the two of us...at least, but..." She let out a humourless laugh, turning back around. "Look where I am, can't say anything for their father."

"Nat. This is for the kids, for yours, for my son, for everyone's children, you chose to be here."

"No!" She turned back around. "No, I didn't. Daryl chose to, I didn't have a problem with that, but then you asked me to come along."

"You didn't have to come, if you didn't want to." Maggie remained docile.

"No, no I did, because I have been owing my life to you ever since that bat came down, maybe even before that, when I pushed Beth out that window and told her to run ahead of me, I cost two of your families lives, and now I will forever be in debt to you, no matter the risk of my own family."

"Natalia..." She was quiet for a moment, trying to find the words. "...I don't blame you for what happened to my sister and my husband."

"But it doesn't matter, Maggie, if you blame me or not, because I know deep down that you do. And you weren't there! When I killed that guy, after Dwight shot Daryl, Glenn begged them not to kill me, he begged for my life, the others were all mad with me, they made peace with the consequences I coulda faced, but he didn't, he didn't judge me, not even once, and yet, we lost him, because of something so fucking stupid, that I did, so you can tell me you don't blame me, but you do, I know you do, and I have spent the last decade trying to make that up to you, for what I have done to your family. I want him dead, so fucking bad" She pointed at Negan. "So fucking bad that I stay awake at night, angry that he is still breathing, but I can't do anything about it because what I promised you, and I risked my friendship with Rick and Michonne, to give you that opportunity, and you didn't even take it, you took that from me, and now they're both gone. You were not the only person he hurt, and I gave up my revenge, for yours, and you still won't fucking do it, you promised me that my children wouldn't live in the same place as the man who tormented, humiliated and traumatised their parents. And now they greet him with hugs and smiles, and now I can't take that away from them, cause that's just someone else they have to lose. We are out here, everyone is gone, or dead, Daryl might be dead, and I am stuck with the two of you, the worst people to be stuck together with. So I need the both of you to grow the fuck up, put your differences aside and help me get my husband back, so we can take back your community, and so I can feed my children. If I can do it, you both can, even if you have to do it silently, or keep ten metres apart at all times, you will do it, or you're going to die, and I'm not going to risk anyone else's life to help either of you, those are your options."

Natalia turned back around, marching forward, and after a few moments, she heard the two of them joining.

They had made it to a street, Maggie had picked a house and they went inside, scouring it for gear.

"Doesn't look like anybody's been here. So..." Negan entered the room, as Natalia walked down the stairs, and Maggie was collecting things from a secret stash area.

"So we wait." Maggie told him.

"Yeah." He whispered. "How long?"

"How long would you want someone to wait for you?" She asked.

"I just think that the longer we stay here, the more likely it is that that these lunatics catch us. Look, how about we take this food back, alright? I know it's not a lot, but at least it's something."

"It's nothing." She snapped. "We need to feed a whole community."

"Maggie, you need to know when to cut your losses." Negan sighed.

Natalia sat down on the stairs, leaning against the wall as she closed her eyes.

"Those losses... are my people." Maggie stood up, looking at him.

"I know. I do. But you still have people. You still have Hershel."

"Do you think I don't know that?" She asked. "It's the reason we're doing this."

"But "we" can't. See, that's my point. Alright, look, I-I know I don't get a vote here." He looked between both women, but struggled to find the rest of his sentence when he saw Natalia dissociating on the stairs. "... and that's fine, but here's mine anyway. We give it 'til sundown. And if the others don't show up by then, they're not gonna."

Natalia got up from the stairs, unsheaving one of her knifes and heading for the door.

"Natalia, where are you going?" Negan asked.

"Out. I'll be back." She assured, making sure they wouldn't follow her as she took a "walk" to relieve stress.

It was close to Midnight, when Natalia headed back, wiping her tears in the process, the walker killing helped the anger, but the crying session she accidently had, helped take that weight off her chest, she missed her kids, she missed her husband, she missed Dog, and she felt useless in the situation she was in, and the people with her were tying her down.

When she walked into the house, covered in dirt, cobwebs, and blood that wasn’t her own, she was met with weapons aimed at her face, from four people.

So the rest of their people had returned, everyone except Daryl and Frost.

"Jesus fucking Christ. I said I'd be back." She told them "Brought dinner." She threw down a line of rabbits and squirrels as well as a bag full of supplies.

"Where'd you get all that from?" Gabriel asked, picking it up and going through it.

"She cleared a whole town when I met her. Ain't no surprise, and it's surprising you think it is." Maggie told him. "You gonna skin and gut them or what?" She looked at her friend, picking up the string of animals.

"Girl, I'm married to the freak who does that, doesn't mean I know how to do that, you're the farmers daughter."

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Arms Wide Open, Catch Me If I Fall:

Chapter 5: Home In The Sky

Word Count: 3k+

Dual POV story (Birdie & Bob {please message me if the POV switch isn’t detectable and I’ll figure out a way to show that its switched between the characters})

🚨Warnings: inaccurate Naval descriptions, angst and floof. Mentions of Depression, suicide, drunkards, abuse, and religious views. Please if you suffer from depression talk to someone. I’m always here if you need an ear! 💛

A/N: dividers by @sligheach-sidhe , cover by me ( @callmemana ).

A/N 2: This is very personal to me and something that my family has gone through. I know that not very many people have the support system I had growing up and had people to talk to about the importance of mental health. It’s not something to joke about or not take seriously.

A/N 3: this is part 1 of 2, the next chapter will be a continuation. 💛 check out LP for more info on ‘Katie’!

It had been a couple of weeks and Amanda had finally settled into the Dagger Squad and San Diego and met the rest of the ‘Chaos Squad’ and the Daggers’ Aviator Mamas, Rachael Dragon Kazansky and Jade Whiskey Kerner.

Birdie met Whiskey when one day after Bird had just got home from walking Ozzy. Mickey and Baylie forgot that they had a guest and were being loud in the bedroom.

She didn’t stay long after the loud moans could be heard around the house.

So, with wanting to get away and let the newly-weds have their alonetime Bird went to the library. She was in the romance books when she literally ran into Commander Jade Whiskey Kerner.

“I’m so sorry Commander, I didn’t mean to run into you.” she rushed as she moved aside.

The older woman just laughed and they both sat down together and talked for hours until Bay called and asked where she’d gone.

Bird had gotten to know the other squad members and formed a good bond with all of them. Bo and her started to mend the relationship slowly but surely.

We were laughing and joking every once in a while and Bird started to call him Bo instead of Robert again here and there, which she could tell made his smile wider if possible.

She wanted to be able to trust him full-heartily, but he betrayed that in Lemoore and it would take work and effort on both sides to see this be mended to what it was.

Bird was willing and she could tell he was too, but how long will it last before he loses his temper or decides that he can’t go through it again.

They were on a team now and from what she’s been told, Bay and Mickey were on the Uranium mission and are better than ever, so why did he push her away?

Robert and her could be half way done with the wedding planning by now, she could’ve sent the ‘Save The Date’ cards to their families and friends and she’d have her dress already.

She’d have a dress, a wedding dress that would take his breath away and make him cry from Birdie’s beauty and her father would walk her down the aisle, tears in his eyes as he gives his only daughter to the man she loved.

Hailey and Heather would be Maid of Honor and a Bride’s Maid, standing by her side as Bo and her said their vows and exchanged rings.

Bird had this imagine in her mind since she said “Yes!” all those months ago when everything was happy and great.

After the first week of being in the Dagger Squad and already tired of Hangman and Rooster’s constant bitching and competitiveness, Birdie went to the closest Walmart and bought a Disney Princess kids’ dress up set.

The next day, Birdie went onto base and put the tiara in her locker and as soon as either of the boys started to bitch about who was the best of the group.

She asked for them to wait as she grabbed it and hid the plastic crown behind her back as she walked back in.

When she revealed the tiara, everyone was confused, but the looks on their faces quickly turned into smiles and laughter as Bird placed it on Roos’ head and said, “You have been crowned the Bitch of the Day. As you see fit My Majesty.” and bowed.

All the aviators, except Bob, took turns slamming their hands and fists onto the top of her helmet.

Most of them were nice, but Baylie was the most ruthless, always making sure that Birdie could feel the vibrations through the helmet.

Birdie new that once Bo got comfortable again, he’d be the nicest one, but until then, Mickey was.

Fanboy saw her as a little sister and always made sure that Bird was treated nicely when he was around.

After a month of being a guest in the Garcia’s house, seeing, learning, and hearing things that new friends shouldn’t, Birdie had put in a request for a on-base house and is currently waiting for an opening.

She had been to the Hard Deck and met Penny, Amelia, and Grace, but preferred to be called her honorary callsign; Spicy.

The girls of the Dagger Squad, Grace and Alana, and Rachael and Jade became a squad of their own, known around the base and off as the Chaos Squad.

This little grouping of chaotic women didn’t help Bird’s nonexistent relationship with Cyclone, especially after meeting with his wife, Robyn Venom Simpson.

She also had been introduced to Roos’ step-mother, Grace O’Mally Bradshaw. Both women were lovely and so much fun to be around.

Birdie didn’t want the six months to go by too quickly so she had enough time to really get to know the group and form a tight friendship with each of them.

She was going to be sad when the time period was up and she was deployed to another base, but this is what she signed up for years ago.

Bird just wanted to mend one relationship when she first arrived and now was lucky enough to walk away with more friendships than she though she would.

She also would walk away with a family. A father and mother, aunt and uncle, sisters and brothers that will always be in her life no matter what.

Even if Bo and her don't bury the hatchet, the others have told her so many times when she’d voiced her concern over the subject.

Ozzy was happier too, he had more people to love and care for him now and was loving every bit of attention that the others were giving him.

It had been more than once that Ozzy had kicked Mickey out of the bed so he could snuggle Baylie.

Bird knew when Ozzy was with Bay when Mickey is getting comfy on the couch, she’d always offer to get Oz and he could be with his wife.

He always waved her off and said that Bay’s been wanting a dog for a while and if this is keeping her mind off of one for them, he’d happily give up his bed.

We were also briefed on another upcoming mission and the team started training and had been doing good.

There was more time to complete the training this time too, which Birdie was thankful for, she’d just joined the squad.

It was crazy to think that these few weeks together had felt like a lifetime already and Bird wouldn’t change anything if it meant that she’d never met them.

Don’t get her wrong, Bird was beyond sad when Bo broke her heart, but it kinda feels worth it now.

Because without that lost, she wouldn’t have gained a family, a very chaotic family, but one none the less.

Bird felt as if she was home. Bo helped with that, he had been her home for four years prior and Bird couldn’t stop thinking as him as that.

Robert Floyd has had her heart since that day on the trail for training in bootcamp and he gave Birdie that rock after telling her that he would keep the little mushroom she had picked just for him.

Bird knows that it's stupid to say that was the moment he took her heart, over a silly little thing as a mushroom, but it was.

Bo took the little fungus and while others would’ve thrown it over their shoulders when I wasn’t looking, he kept it, and later in the recreational room, he gifted me a rock.

Even if he didn’t realize it, he spoke my love language, sentimental gifts that make no sense to anyone else but us.

I was grateful to have a friend that finally understood me and embraced my quirks.

Not that Athena didn’t, she did, but she got tired of it sometimes.

Bird doesn’t blame her though, having a neurodivergent friend can be exhausting when they have hyper-activity and can’t focus on anything and everything most days.

Bo took the randomness of me as if it was an exciting adventure and had the patience of a Saint to wait for me when it was harder to keep on tasks.

He was considerate when I said I was overwhelmed and noticed the signs when I was too scared of ruining his night by leaving early.

Bo never got upset or argued, he’d just say an excuse for us to leave and then we’re in his car and going home.

Bird’s family never really got why she had a harder time on some of the subjects at school, but after a teacher had spotted the symptoms of Attention Deficit Disorder or ADD, she recomended that Birdie gets tested.

When the results came back positive and they started her on some medication to help, her grades went up and she was focusing better on tasks, but her family still sometimes treated her as before.

The family she had in San Diego though, they understood and also took the time to help her, just like they do for Mouse.

The squads watch for certain behaviors and try to soothe the others’ emotions.

Just like when Roos noticed Bird was nervous and overwhelmed before flying on her first day back at Top Gun and knew that she needed to do a pre-flight ritual.

He was there for Bird even if he didn’t know exactly what she needed.

Amanda finally found a group of friends that understand and are willing to help and she couldn’t be more thankful for them.

Not that she’d let Hangman know that she’s appreciative of him, his egos big enough.

It had been a month in San Diego when Bird got the phone call from her mother that a friend back home had died, she immediately drew back from the squad.

Baylie and Mickey saw the happy-go-lucky woman turn distant and quiet in the matter of seconds. Bird didn’t waste any time in running to her room and bursting into tears.

They had known each other since they were children. The two women were cousins, best friends, and practically inseparable. Bird had known about Hailey’s depression for years.

No one really took her seriously when she’d lay in bed for days, no energy or motivation to get up and eat and take care of herself.

But Bird did, she took the mental health of others very seriously. As did her parents, especially after what her mother experienced at eighteen.

Jackson, her grandfather, was something that the Wheeler side of the family didn’t talk about and when they did, it wasn’t a lot.

They saw him as a disgrace, for suicide is the highest Sin that one could commit in they eyes of God.

The Wheeler family might not always be the most religious but they do follow His word. From the brief stories that her mother told, Jackson was a mean alcoholic. Everyday he’d drink until he was good and drunk.

That’s how he coped with being depressed, but it was the early 80’s and not a lot of people sought out for help, they turned to drink or drugs or whatever tickled their fancy.

Bird will never forget the day that her mother had pulled out that damned bullwhip from her Hope Chest and told all three of her children the story of it.

Then after the story was done, Kathleen Hallet took in her children’s faces and said, “If you ever feel like you’re not yourself, please tell your dad or me ok?”

All the siblings nodded their heads as Kathleen tried to make sure they understood what she was talking about. And even as the children grew, Nick and Kat reminded them and gave more encouragement to talk to them if needed.

Birdie was 8 when she was first introduced to her grandfather’s memory and every blue moon she’d learn something new.

She was 17 when she learned that Jackson was his name, had a fraternal twin brother named John, that he liked Lions, and was fortunate enough to be given his old wool jacket and a small lion figurine.

Bird was 20 when she was told that Mamaw and Papaw Wheeler owned a bar and he and his buddies would stay there and drink all day playing cards.

The Hallet siblings might not have had a maternal grandfather, but they did have a maternal great grandpa.

He was a big part of their childhood, he taught all of them life lessons and other important things as they grew.

Birdie was the closest to both her Mamaw and Grandpa Wheeler, always watching old westerns and doing puzzles with them.

It broke her heart when her Great Grandfather died at the age of 96.

The hardest part being that she was in boot camp and couldn’t be excused to attend. Bo was her biggest shoulder to cry on and stayed with her until she wasn’t grieving as much. Heather and Phillip were there for her too when Bo couldn’t.

She didn’t know if she could go through the same thing again, but this time would be different, with someone she actually knew and saw and loved and grew up together.

Hailey was someone that Bird never thought that she’d have to out-live, with her being in the Navy, her life was constantly in danger.

It was beyond hard for her to think of a world where Hailey wasn’t just one phone call away if Bird had a bad day and needed her best friend to talk to or vice versa.

She’d never hear her voice again, never feel her warmth from a hug. What if Bird forgets Hailey’s voice or laugh? What if she hears a song or smell or memory that reminds her of Hailey and starts to cry?

Bird for weeks would just do nothing but lay in her bed after work, sobbing and cuddling Ozzy until she had cried herself to sleep.

This worried Bay and Mickey, they had no idea what had happened in that phone call and started to fret over their friend’s health.

Mickey begged Bay to let him call Bob, he’d most likely be able to get her to open the door and talk, but Bay would shake her head and take Ozzy for his evening walk.

Every member of the squads came to the Garcia’s shack, talking through the wooden door as they sat on the ground.

Bay and Mickey talked to her the most, about what they did after work, how Ozzy did that day if he wasn’t in her room, and how much they miss seeing her bright and shiny smile.

What they didn’t know, was the hurt she felt in hearing them plead with her to come out. She just didn’t want to smile or do anything knowing that her best friend was gone.

Everything felt numb, lungs heavy and crushed, her friends’ voices sounded as if she was underwater. And all she wanted to do was breathe.

“Hey Angel,” he started breathlessly and searching for the right words, “I know. I got a text from your Ma, she’s worried about you. I am too, you’ve never been like this.”

There was a soft thud on the door where he put his forehead, “You’re the most happiest girl I know and I hate to see you like this. Hailey had been battling with her depression for years and I know that you did everything you could to help her, and you did, help her I mean. It might not seem like it right now, but…”

A long breath escaped his lungs, “You did what you were supposed to do, you were there for her when she needed you most and made sure she knew that you would listen to anything and everything she wanted to say.”

“Then why does it feel like I did nothing,” she whispered, voice scratchy from disuse as Bird laid her forehead against the door where she thought his was.

“Because you think you could’ve done more, could’ve saved her. Angel, babe, without you she probably would’ve lost that battle sooner than later. You showed her that you cared, that she mattered, that she had someone in her corner when it felt like no one else was.”

Birdie sniffled and took her head off of the door and for a minute or two it was completely silent.

“If I open this door, I just want you and Ozzy to come inside. I’m overwhelmed and need my boys. I’ll talk to the squads and Mama and Papa later.”

“If that's what you want Angel, I’ll go get Oz now.”

“Yes please.”

It took a few minutes for Bo to come back, but once he did, he knocked on the door with Ozzy right beside him.

“Thank you Robert.”

“For you, I’d do anything.” and a happy bark followed after by the fur baby sitting on her bed.

All the members of the squads came over and talked to her through the closed door, all except for Bob.

He didn’t think that he’d have the right to comfort her right now, but after a text message from Birdie’s mama, he quickly understood what he had to do.

“Robert, please tell us our baby is okay?” “Mana’s not doin’ so good. What happened?” “Hailey.”

That one name and Bob knew, how couldn’t he. Robert didn’t tell the others, they had other worries and commitments to attend to.

He had kept it secret for a few days before Bay had finally had enough and cornered him in the hallway. “Robert James Floyd, I know that you know what’s up with Birdie, spill.”

“I can’t, it’s personal.”

“If it’s personal, then we should know so we can help!”

“That’s not how this works ok? You can’t just demand to know what everyone’s going through when it’s not your business, so butt out Baylie.”

Bo pushed through her and continued his way to the hangers where the others were, leaving Lucky stunned and slacked jawed by the balls he showed for calling her out as she stood in the empty hallway.

Maybe it was time that the real Robert showed his face and met the squad, but he’ll save that for another day. His Birdie needs him.

He came over to the Garcia’s little cottage after work and as Hangman walked out of the hallway where Bird’s room was, Bo pushed his way to the guest room.

Robert sat on the floor in silence for a minute or two, trying to come up with a plan to talk to her before he shook his head and started.

He knew that the squads were just down the hall and could listen in anytime they wanted, and would, because Birdie was family now.

Bo kept his voice just above a whisper and forehead glued to the sturdy wood door that was between them. Every answer he gave was unclear to anyone but the two.

The conversation went on for a while before he came back into the livingroom and stopped right in front of Ozzy.

“Hey Buddy, you miss me?” Bo chirps as he pets Ozzy’s head. Ozzy in return gives him some kisses, making Bo laugh.

“Yeah, I missed you too. Wanna go see your mama, she needs cuddles from her boys.”

Ozzy stretches as he gets up off of the couch and then jumps off and races towards Birdie’s bedroom door. Bo starts to get back up from kneeling position but is stopped by Baylie.

“She lost someone close to her, didn’t she?” Lucky had tears in her eyes at seeing her friend’s pain, just like she felt all those years ago when she lost her childhood friend Katie.

Bo didn’t answer, just nodded and before he turned into the hall, “I hope it’s okay if I stay the night. I don’t wanna leave her alone if I can.”

Bay nodded, “Stay as long as it takes to make Birdie happy again, if she needs anyone to talk to, tell her I’m here and I know her pain right now.”

Robert offered a small smile and continued to Bird’s room, once there Ozzy let out a happy bark as Bob opened the door and Oz jumped onto the bed and curled up next to his Mama’s torso.

Bo laid down next to her aswell, brushing away the new tears before they could fall. “I’ll be with you til the end of the line, Angel.”

she snuggled up to him and put her head on his chest, right above his heart so she could hear the beat and Bo ran his fingers through her knotted hair to calm her down.

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Shadows of the Force

Chapter 1

Warnings: swearing, star wars level warfare, injury.

Word Count: 4K

Summery: The Twins meet The Bad Batch, Captain Rex and the 501s for the first time and take on a new kind of mission.

Two pairs of eyes watched as a ship just about crash landed on the loading zone. They didn't seem impressed with the pilots flying skills, the twins leaning against a few crates as they watched the ship slide to a stop. They were on Anaxes, helping with the battle that had been going on for weeks now. Their armor showed the scraps, burn marks, and dents of war, the paint chipped but they didn't seem to care.

They watched as 4 clones in black and red armor walked off the ship, each one taller than the last. Then they saw Cody walk up to the one with longer hair, a face tattoo and a bandana around his head, grabbing arms in a handshake.

"So what suicide mission are you sending us on this time Cody?" The Sergeant asked Commander Cody. The Grand Marshall nodded his head as he went to answer the Clone.

"First you have 2 other members of this mission you need to meet." Cody told the group. Rex looked over at Jesse and Kix before looking back at Cody.

"Who else did you call Cody?" He asked as he ran a hand over his short blonde hair. Cody smirked and nodded his head at the two shadowy figures standing off in the distance. He raised his hands waving them over. They had their helmets on and right away they could tell they were no clones.

"Mandalorians?" Rex questioned.

"Not just Mandalorians." The one spoke up, a feminine voice speaking from under the helmet. She pulled her helmet off, her long black to platinum blonde hair falling from the helmet. It was braided into 2 double dutch braids that went back into one thick braid that hung down over her shoulder. Her hair fell down to her hips when lose. Her steel gray eyes looked unnatural, almost glowing. She had softly tanned skin, full lips and a softly shaped nose.

"Shadow Kline of Clan Rook." She said, extending her hand out to shake. Captain Rex shook her hand first and then Jesse and Kix. She then turned to the Bad Batch. "And you must be the Bad Batch. Heard some interesting stories about you boys." She said with a smirk.

The dark and broody one raised an eyebrow before shaking her hand.

"Sergeant Hunter. This here is Tech, Wrecker and Crosshair." He said pointing at each of his brothers.

"This over here is Captain Rex, Jesse and Medic Kix." Cody spoke up, pointing out the other clones standing behind himself. She nodded her head at each of the clones as she learned their names.

"This is my twin sister Scarlett." She waved to the other Mando standing behind her. She pulled off her helmet, showcasing black and red shoulder length hair that was a bit wavy. She had dark hazel eyes that seemed to cut right into your soul. A rifle was strapped to her back, a knife on her thigh. Shadow had two blasters, one on each hip and a knife on her chest plates. Their armor was black with dark purple and soft yellow accents adorning the armor. Their helmets had purple and yellow swirls and lines as well. They both wore black kama with a yellow and purple Vexis embroidered onto the right hip.

"Don't let them fool you boys. This is Lieutenants Shadow and Scarlett Kline, Special Ops Unit. These two are deadlier than they look." Cody said laced with pride. Shadow smiled at the Commander as he spoke.

"What makes you so special?" Crosshair snapped at them. Scarlett glared at the tall, linky clone and tilted her chin up.

"Cause we are clones." She hissed in a tone that matched his. The group looked around at each other, trying to wrap their minds around this news.

"Clones?" Rex spoke up, confusion written all over his face. Shadow wanted to slam a hand to her face but she kept her cool. She glared at her twin for a second before turning to the group.

"Yes, clones. But not from the same donor as you. Our mother was next in line as clan leader of Clan Rook. But our parents couldn't have a child. So our mother had herself cloned in order to have an Heir. She got twin girls who were also genetically modified. Meaning like the Bad Batch, we have enhanced abilities to become the next generation of Mandalorian soldiers."

Shadow looked at Hunter while she talked, seeming to feel the need to watch his expression as she spoke. His eyes seemed to hold questions only she could see. They way he stood, holding himself made it seem like nothing could phase him, but she knew better. She could feel the shift in his muscles, his breathing, the way his body reacted to her words.

"Now… the mission?" Scarlett spoke up. "I don't know about you boys, but I'm not looking to stand around for a chit chat." A roll of her eyes followed her statement.

"Let's get going. We'll brief you on the way." Cody said, pointing to the gunship that was waiting for them. The group of soldiers walked to the ship and hopped inside, grabbing the support straps that hung down for them. Shadow tucked her helmet under her arm standing next to Rex and her sister with Kix behind her. She saw Jesse and Crosshair glaring at each other, Crosshair moving his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other as he sent a death glare to the trooper.

"What are you looking at?" Jesse snapped at the snipper, a hint of anger in his eyes. Crosshair pulled the toothpick from his mouth and flicked it at the soldier.

"We don't usually work with "regs." He hissed in a cold tone.

"Regs?!" Jesse growled.

"He's talking about regular clones. But don't take it personal." Hunter stepped in, trying to keep the peace between the clones. Shadow felt the energy swirling and racing around the men, their anger on full display to her. She took a deep breath pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Males." She thought to herself.

"We're all on the same team, so cut the attitude and listen up." She snapped at the men, her voice holding a bite to it. The group fell silent so Rex cleared his voice and spoke up.

"Here's the mission. Our target is this Cyber Center. It's the "brains" of the entire Separatist campaign here on Anaxes." He said pulling up a Holo map. He pointed to the building that showed up. The group took a good hard look at it, then Wrecker spoke up.

"I could demolish that with one hand! Yeah!"

Shadow smiled at the large man, finding his love of blowing things up amusing.

"This isn't a demo job, Wrecker. It's strictly a retrieval operation." pointed out Rex, much to Wrecker's disappointment. Shadow looked up to find Hunter watching her. She stood up a bit straighter. His eyes seemed to be searching her as if he was trying to read her mind. She raised an eyebrow at him watching him duck his head to the side having been caught staring. She smiled lightly to herself before she felt a boot tab her on the leg. She turned her head and saw Scarlett giving her a look. Shadow just shrugged and faced forward again.

Boom!

"What the Kriff?!" Shadow screeched as her body slammed back Into the wall of the ship.

"Incoming fire! We're going down!" The pilot's voice fills the ship as it launches forward again, sending Rex, Cody, Scarlett and Shadow into each other and Jesse and Kix fall to the floor behind them.

Boom!

Another explosion tore through the ship as it spun before smacking into the ground below. Shadow was thrown from the ship, her back and right side smacking onto the stony ground, the air being forced from her body. Her head felt lightheaded as she tried to take a deep breath. Her ears were ringing loudly, her heart pounding under her ribs. She rolled into her side, feeling pain slowly fill her body but nothing felt broken.

"We always get shot down when we travel with regs!" Crosshair's voice filled the air as he stood up, dusting himself off. She looked around, seeing Wrecker helping her sister stand up. She felt a hand on her arm and saw Tech standing above her.

"Are you alright Miss?" His voice still sounded far away due to the ringing in her ears. She groaned and let him help her up. She put a hand to her head and looked over to the right, seeing Rex running to the gunship.

"Cody! Help!" His scared voice filled the air around them as he tried to get to his vod.

"He's trapped! We have to do something."

"I'll get him. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Wrecker said, placing a hand on Rex, pushing him back towards Hunter as he walked to the ship.

"Easy, Captain. Wrecker, get him out." But Hunter's words fell on deaf ears as he tried to hold the Captain back.

"Get back! This is ridiculous! He's gonna need help to get Cody out of there."

Crosshair stepped up and looked at Rex as he spoke. "He's gonna get the gunship out of there. Not Cody."

Now this confused Shadow. What in the world did that mean? She leaned against Tech still as he helped her move closer to her sister. She nodded to Scarlett when she saw her raise an eyebrow, letting her know she would be fine. They watched as Wrecker picked up the gunship and literally flipped in off Cody. The ship rocked back and forth as he picked up the Clone Commander.

"Boom." Wrecker said as he started walking away from the ship with Cody in hand. The ship then exploded, the flames reaching high into the night air. Shadow turned away a bit, shielding her eyes from the bright flames. Wrecker laid Cody onto the ground and Rex and Kix raced to his side as he groaned and whined in pain. Kix ran a device over his body looking for damage.

"He has internal damage." Kix said reaching into his medpack from a shot as he spoke. "I can cut the pain. But he needs help fast." He looked to Rex before giving Cody a shot of pain meds.

"We all need help. That blast gave away our position." Hunter said as he looked around at the group, his eyes finding Shadow's before looking back to Rex.

"I thought getting shot down gave away our position." Sassed Scarlett. Hunter gave her a look that did nothing to make her lose her attitude.

"Everyone, Find cover!" Shadow cut in, pointing to a group of battle droids walking their way.

Rex stood up and looked over at the large group marching their way. "We'll hold this position and let them come to us." He said as he looked to Jesse and Kix to help get Cody to the other side of the ship for some cover. Shadow reached for a blaster, itching to blow something up after all that.

Hunter raised a hand as he turned to look at his brothers. "I don't think so, Captain. That's not our style." He then looked back at the droids.

"We prefer going to them."

"Bad Batch! Plan 82, "Shockwave!"' Hunter called out as they pulled on their helmets. Wrecker picked up a large chuck of the gunship that was lying on the ground and stepped in front of his brothers. Shadow took a step forward, trying to figure out what exactly they had planned.

"Is that smart?!" She called out as they took off running for the droids. She watched as they got closer before Wrecker slammed the hunk of metal upright into the ground, making a wall for them to hide behind. Crosshair started shooting at the droids as Hunter threw a Droid Popper into the air. Crosshair snapped up his gun, hitting the popper making a wave of droids fall to the ground. Shadow was impressed at this. She had never seen something like this before. She took another step closer, coming up to stand with Rex as they watched Clone Force 99 do what they were famous for.

"Have you ever seen a group work like that before?" She asked as she watched Hunter slashing and cutting down droids with his knife. The way he moved, jumping and swirling around them as if it was some sort of dance to him. Her body felt a rash of energy as she watched him, as if something was pulling at her trying to show her something. She never felt anything like it before. Never felt a pull towards someone like this before. Soon all the droids were destroyed and the batch walked back towards the group, Hunter spinning his knife between his fingers before sliding it back into the holder on his arm.

"That was some show you put on just now."

"Just doing our job, Captain." Hunter answered. He looked over at Shadow and frowned a bit. "You alright? You're bleeding." He said taking a step closer to her. She reached up and felt blood on her face and realized that her lip was bleeding and she had a small cut in her forehead. She waved a hand and looked up at him.

"I'm fine. I've had worse than this." She hummed before looking over at Wrecker picking on Crosshair with a Droid head.

"Hey, look, Crosshair, this little clanker likes you." He said, pushing the droid into his face. Crosshair pushed the droid away and sneered up at his larger brother.

"Grow up Wrecker." He said bitterly.

Shadow smiled and chuckled, finding Wrecker annoying the snipper funny. She looked over at her twin only to find Scarlett staring at Crosshair, a slight blush to her cheeks. That was new. Her sister never showed interest in a man before. She never saw her blush before now that she thought about it. What brought this on?

"We should move out before reinforcements arrive. Our position has been compromised." Rex's voice cut through her thoughts, making her jump slightly. She turned to look at the blonde haired Captain and nodded. She made sure Jesse and Kix had Cody before falling into step behind Rex as he led the group away from the battle behind them. They started making their way into the hills, trying to find a place to lay low for a bit till someone could come for Cody.

As they walked on Shadow realized Hunter fell into step with her, matching her pace. He seemed to be deep in thought as he looked ahead. "You seem lost in thought there, Sergeant." She said in a hushed voice. She watched as his dark honey eyes found hers and it was like the air in her lungs rushed from her body. This was something she never felt before. That pull she felt earlier started tugging at her mind again and she tried to ignore it. She didn't know what it meant.

"Hmmm. Just… thinking about what you said earlier. About how you are like… me.. my brothers. Different I guess." He shrugged his shoulders after he spoke, looking forward again. Shadow thought over his words for a moment before speaking up.

"I can manipulate shadows and darkness, making myself blend in better, making it as if I wasn't even there. My senses are enhanced, like yourself. I can feel everything around me. Hear, smell, taste every small detail. It's like a wave, a river of energy floating and swirling around me, telling me what's going on or what's happened before I even see it." She paused for a moment to take a breath. Hunter was hanging onto her words, soaking them in as if they were water and he was a dying man.

She looked at him and smiled softly before going on. "I have enhanced flexibility and hand to eye, making me very hard to beat in hand to hand." Hunter smiled at this, seeming to find it appealing that she was good at hand to hand. She likes seeing him smile, the way his tattoo moved with his muscles in his face.

"What about your sister? What can she do?" He asked curiously.

"Ahhhhh. Well. She has enhanced eyesight, speed, and reflexes. She has an enhanced mind, specifically in military strategy and weapons. She can have a bomb or gun apart and back together in under a minute with how fast she thinks. She is honestly one of the best snipers I know. She has a perfect aim." She boosted about her twin. She was proud about who they were and what they could do in service to the Republic and the honor it bright her clan.

"Remind me to never be on the other end of a fight with you two then." He joked lightly to her. Shadow smiled and shook her head. She looked back at her sister who seemed to strike up a conversation with Crosshair about his rifle. Hunter looked over his shoulder at the pair and raised an eyebrow as he saw Crosshair actually talking. "Huh."

Shadow turned her eyes to look at the broody clone. "What?"

Hunter looked back at her and seemed like he was still surprised at what he saw behind him. "I've never seen Crosshair actually look happy to be speaking to someone before. It's… weird."

Shadow hummed and nodded her head. "Scarlett is not that most… approachable person either. Though people seem to think I'm the colder of the two, just from… well my eyes, my hair, the way I hold myself."

"The look of a leader who has seen more than her share in life." His words stunned her. She never heard someone say it like that before. Like he understood just how much her life twisted and turned since a young age, that it never slowed down and she had to make choices that changed her life in many ways. It was like he looked right into her soul and knew everything that she went through to keep herself and her sister alive to fight another day in this war.

"Yeah… eyes that have seen so much inna short amount of time I guess." She said softly before looking ahead to Rex, Jesse and Kix trying to keep Cody moving. The two soldiers soon fell quiet but it was a nice and calming type. They walked side by side for a while following the Captain as he looked for a place to rest. They walked for another hour or so till they found a small grove of trees at the base of a hill. Jesse soon for a fire going as Wrecker grabbed logs to place around the fire for them to sit on. Jesse, Kix, Shadow and Scarlett sat on one side of the fire as the batch sat on the other side. Cody was laying off to the side, holding his chest in pain as Rex tried to keep him calm as he called in for a rescue crue. Hunter got up and walked past Shadow as he made his way into the darkest, bending down now and again, feeling the dirt and looking around him.

Jesse was eating as he looked out at Hunter. He took a bite of food before elbowing Kix. "So, I get what makes the other Batchers unique, but what's so special about Hunter?" He asked his vod. Kix shrugged his shoulders before saying

"He can put up with the other three."

Jesse and Kix laughed and Shadow shook her head at them, a soft smile playing on her face.

"He was engineered with heightened senses. A place like the Cyber Center, Hunter can feel the electromagnetic frequencies from anywhere on the planet." Tech spoke up looking up from his Holopad for the first time in hours. Shadow looked back over at Hunter and knew he was trying to find a clue, a sign of which way they were supposed to be going.

"And here I thought we were smart just using a holomap." Jesse said with a roll of his eyes.

"Well, maps can be wrong. Hunter never is." Tech said, seeming to miss the sarcasm in Jesse's voice. Scarlett rolled her eyes beside Shadow and leaned forward a bit.

"Shadow is never wrong either. If she says something is gonna happen or we need to move I don't question it. She is never wrong when it comes to her enhancements." The colder of the two Mandalorians said as she looked into the fire blazing in front of her. "So if she doesn't agree with Hunter I will follow her without question." She said looking Tech as she spoke the last part.

Rex was off to the side, bearing everything that was being said. "Hang in there Cody." He said with a pat to his vod's shoulder.

"Listen up. We have to move out. Commander Cody's in no position to move. Already called in Evac. Kix will stay with Cody until it arrives. I'm in charge now. And I've got a plan to get into that Cyber Center." He addressed the group as he moved closer to the fire, looking them each in the eye as he spoke.

"If your plans are so good, why did Commander Cody have to call us in?" Sneared Crosshair as he mouthed off to Rex.

"You can't talk to Captain Rex like that!" Jesse said standing up and pushing Crossaid in his chest plates, sending the tall Clone stumbling backwards. Shadow gasped as Wrecker picked up Jesse and held him up in the air. Kix tried to push his way forward, only to be pushed back by Tech. Scarlett jumped up and so did Shadow, a hand flying to her blaster. She watched as Rex tried to get Wrecker to drop Jesse but failed. Hunter came rushing over and grabbed Wrecker's arm. Jesse soon dropped to the ground and Kix helped him up.

"Fellas, come on! We're all fighting for the same thing, right?" Hunter snapped at his brothers trying to regain some control. They soon nodded and Jesse and Kix nodded their heads too. Shadow saw Rex letting out a breath of air. She felt sorry for the Captain.

"All right then. Let's cut the chatter and finish what we started." Hunter then turned to Rex and said "We'll do it your way, Captain. For Commander Cody."

Shadow saw Rex give Hunter a look of gratitude before speaking to the others once more. "Okay. Let's gear up and move out."

Shadow reached for her pack and felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up she met the eyes of her twin. "One way or another these guys are gonna need to learn to get along…. Or we are all going to end up like Cody or worse."

Shadow nodded her head and cast a glance around the men grabbing their gear. "I agree. The Bad Batch doesn't seem to play well with normal Clones. Though Hunter seems to be the only one open minded about working with them. Or us for that matter." She stated as she pulled on her pack. "I just hope they get their shit together before we have to get involved." The twins smiled at each other before sharing a chuckle. She glanced over at Hunter who was already looking her way. She felt the pull at her mind and body again and a shiver rolled up her spine.

"Something tells me this mission is going to go differently than any of us have planned for." She sighed before walking away from the fire with the others, leaving Kix and Cody to wait for pick up back to base. She looked over her shoulder one last time at the fire slowly growing smaller behind her and placed a hand on her blaster. "Let's go kill some droids." She said look at her twin before walking off after the others again.

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loving-family-poll · 3 months

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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 4

Propaganda under the cut:

Gerard/Mikey:

Vocalist and bassist respectively of my chemical romance. they are insanely codependent (describing themselves as the same person just different heights etc). gerard has also licked mikeys nipple onstage. good times

Gerard is decidedly super abnormal about mikey. he has written many songs about him that are always adjacent to straight up love songs. he has also been explicitly sexual with him (giving him a pantomime handjob, caressing his chest, saying he looks like a hooker etc etc) while also constantly babying him. theyre codependent and they finish each others sentences and theyre in ickydisgusting brotherlove❤️❤️❤️❤️

Grew up together as the outsiders in their New Jersey town and spent their teenhoods together in a musty basement. Mikey learned to walk by running after Gerard and face-planting. Gerard drew comics for Mikey and told him stories. They went to a Smashing Pumpkins concert together and decided that being in a band is what they wanted out of life. Mikey learned the bass because Gerard was in bands and he wanted to join. Gerard called up Mikey after witnessing 9/11 and told him they're gonna start a band. Everything they do is together, they love each other. And isn't it so much fun to turn that incest?

Mikey Way wrote a comic where the main character, who looks like him from the black parade era, gets a woman pregnant. Which isn't incestuous on its own, but she looks like the female version of Gerard Way from the black parade era. Love is love or something

Dave/Rose:

Daverose blondetwin sweep because they were codependent without ever meeting from growing up seeing each other in their dreams

We all die & we all die alone are the two cold truths of the universe but dave and rose broke both simultaneously by ascending to godhood together

THEY DIED TOGETHER, YOUR HONOR

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cowbaehawyee · 2 hours

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Random and borderline incoherent bad batch thoughts (finale edition)

SPOILERS

When they killed cx-2 I was like…. Oh. Now I have to actually grieve tech because I was in complete and utter denial about him dying. However, I think him staying dead does add weight to his sacrifice

Omegas a rebellion pilot?? The goggles on the dash??? She’s grown up and hunter is old?????😭😭 i fear that salt and pepper hunter is going to have a select few members of the fandom in an absolute chokehold

I wonder what old wrecker and crosshair looked like lol

Speaking of wrecker I was pissing myself at multiple points. Really thought they were gonna kill my boy. And then echo

Clone force 99 died with tech? i deserve this?? Cross be so real right now. Glad hunter and wrecker put a stop to that bs

Pain, terrible pain

Suffering, even

But we did in fact get a bittersweet ending. Honestly the best ending I could have imagined with tech staying dead. Exactly what I envisioned for them

Yeah Zillo beast! Go zillo!!! I am joining the war against the zillo beast on the side of the zillo beast!!!!! Go buddy!!

ECHO FINISHED FIVES’ MISSION ajskjskskzhjdksjasjj 😭😭😭😭😭

Absolutely saw ramparts snake ass betrayal coming a mile away. Not gonna say I called it but I really did. Shame he got blown up

Didn’t really think Nala se was gonna die but it is extremely in character for a Kaminoan to go scorched earth and suicide bomb themselves rather than let someone else take credit for their work

The bridge scene

… crosshairs tremor was SO bad coming up to the base and he went in anyway. But on the bridge? Complete steady.

Hemlocks bitch ass got what was coming to him. Completely appropriate that crosshair and hunter were the ones to ice him. If this has to be a substitute for crosshair going to therapy then so be it

Wait did scorch die? Rip to my boy

I can’t believe this show is actually fucking over 😭😭 like the mandalorian and clone wars got me into Star Wars but this show is what made me go fucking feral about it. I need to drink actual water because how many tears I have shed both over this and the episode in general

And finally, yay they all live!! I don’t have to quit Star Wars now! (I said I would if they all died). That actually really convenient because I have tickets to see phantom menace at the theater on Saturday and it would suck to cancel. I want that limited edition popcorn bucket

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daughterofthereaper02 · 2 years

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I wrote this but I don’t think I did it any justice so could I request reader with Rooster, Hangman and Phoenix where reader is on the mission and goes down instead of maverick (her saying a goodbye to them while only being able to see Rooster) then they didn’t know if she made it and all they can think about is their child back home and how they might have to tell him/her their mother is gone. Reader was still alive and mav went back for her (basically the stealing a jet scene with reader instead of Rooster) Please make this as angsty as possible!

A/N: Hey! I will happily write this since you are okay with it! I don't want to be yelled at for stealing someone elses content but since you asked, I will happily write this ask for you! I hope it's what you wanted. This actually hurt a little, trying to imagine the heart tearing pain they would have felt.

You glanced briefly at the photo you had taped in you F-18. It was you holding your son after his birth five years ago, you had Jake, Bradley, and Natasha around you. You barely focused on it and continued to dodge SAMs and take them out. You saw one going after Bradley, without thinking you blocked its way.

It didn't even register at first when you impacted, your eyes met Roosters in that split second, you couldn't hear him screaming your name and barely heard the systems blaring, "I'm so sorry" you said "I love you" you finished before your connection cut as you went down. That simple goodbye was meant for all of them and they all could tell in that moment.

You tried to get control of your jet but had no luck and had to eject. You felt yourself hit the ground and blacked out for a minute, not being able to handle the force. You woke up after that short minute and felt your whole body ached. You forced yourself up, blinking the spots away, you saw a plane coming for you. You detached the parachute and took off running, cursing as they shot at you. Just as you thought you were done for, it was shot out of the sky. You felt relief flood through you and let out a laugh as you saw Maverick coming. That relief went away quickly once he was shot down also.

You stood in shock before taking off running towards the crash. You barely felt the branches bite your skin and you nearly collapsed when you saw the wreck. "What were you thinking!?" Maverick yelled from behind you. "You told us all not to think! And I chose to save one of the loves of my life!" You yelled back. You both stood there before hugging each other, "Okay, what do we do Maverick?" You asked him. He and you started making your way to the facility, never caring about the extreme pain you both were in, you had to make it home.

What you didn't know was as that happened, Jake, Bradley, and Natasha all thought you were dead. It felt like their hearts were being ripped straight from their chest. Jake was on the carrier, his heart racing as all he heard was you were shot down. He felt utterly useless in that moment, he couldn't do anything except sit there and listen to what happened. He could only think of your five year old son sitting at home with his mother right now, oblivious that his Mama died. His son only had his Papa, Dad, and Mom now and they were going to have to figure out how to tell little Nick. Bradley and Natasha were thinking something similar but had to keep going to fight to get home. Bradley kept thinking how it was almost him until you threw yourself in front. He wanted to go after you but couldn't, he needed to keep everyone else safe. You wouldn't have wanted him to go down also, it was suicide and your son already lost one parent today. Natasha had to think about Bob, and she also knew it would be suicide. She felt her heart breaking into pieces, thinking about how her son now only had his Mom, Papa, and Dad. She would never get to tag team against the boys with you and hear the giggles as you two got a hold over the three.

When the others got back to the carrier, they shared the same looks, a heartbroken look. They sat close to each other, all holding a copy of the same photo you had in your jet. They now needed to tell their son, the one who looked at you like you hung the moon and sun, that you were dead and never coming back. They all felt like screaming and crying but couldn't because of where they were. They knew they had to be strong for your son too, he was going to need them while he cooed that you weren't ever going to hold him again or sing him lullabies.

You and Maverick were fighting for your lives, he was telling you what to do to get the F-14 going after you both managed to break into the facility to get to it. "This better work Mav! My boy needs all his parents and he needs to get to know you! Bradley loves you too much!" You told him. Your heart was pounding because this was a 1 in 100 shot of you making it out. These were superior aircrafts compared to a over thirty year old aircraft that probably didn't work well. "I'm getting you home to your little boy, y/n. I promise" he said. As he took off, you managed to get your signal on, your call sign popping up on the radar.

Everyone was making sure that it was right, Rooster, Hangman, and Phoenix were all sharing looks of relief. You were still alive, you somehow got out.

Hangman and Rooster both took off to help you, Rooster was backseating with Hangman. You nearly cried then and there when you saw them take out that final plane. You and Maverick started laughing as soon as Hangman started his whole airplane speech.

Once you got to the carrier and got out, you flung yourself at the three. You stayed in a tight hug, barely keeping back the tears. "I thought I would never see you three again" you whispered "I thought I would never see Nick again" you whimpered. They held you a little tighter. Later tonight you would be in for a lecture over how reckless you were, for now you all enjoyed having each other.

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