#Commander Fox deserves nice things

[amberskyyking]

Uhm excuse me but HOW DID THIS COME OUT OF MY OWN PAINT??!! I’ve only ever done like landscapes and flowers??!! And now I have an oil of FOX WITH A CACTUS??!!

… Should I paint more commanders with houseplants?

(Edit - I did! Plant Buire is apparently a series now!)

Part 2: Commander Wolffe and his Wolfsbane

[nofucknway135]

Gift for Fox

[ireadwithmyears]

Hi! Would you be able to write something for the clones (any of them) with a reader who has a guide dog. I've been running into a lot of issues with people trying to distract her and borderline harassing us (the president of my university follows us around with his unleashed dog running up to us, someone grabbed her nose when we were on a bus and then screamed at us, I'm a biology/genetics major so we get some subtle discrimination in academic opportunities like research projects, etc). Also I don't currently live somewhere with public transportation so I have to take Uber to get anywhere which is a whole other nightmare (a driver dropped us off at the wrong location and I was stuck in a sketchy part of town for 45 minutes while drivers kept denying us a ride). Maybe something with how the clones would comfort/handle their SO dealing with these things. Obviously you don't have to write about all of these scenarios, just some ideas

You don't have to of course, but I figured it was worth an ask:)

Looking Out for You:Part 1

Pairing: Commander Fox/fem Reader

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Visually impaired reader masterlist

Word count: 4.1 K

Tags/warnings: Visually impaired reader, meet cute, grumpy x sunshine vibes, denial of feelings(Fox falls first, he falls hard, and he denies it every single step of the way because he’s Fox), guide dog cuteness, brief mention of ableism(this chapter is pretty tame, but in future installments, I intend to explore these elements more deeply, specifically as they pertain to service dog users. These topics aren’t always the most comfortable to discuss. But I feel they are important to bring awareness to)

Summary: Making the transition from your small, rural homeworld to Coruscant already promises to be tough. But when you’re employed to work at the Senate buildings directly under senator Organa and you’re also a guide dog user, things quickly become more complicated, in a variety of ways. Luckily, you seem to have caught the eye of a certain Marshal commander, who swears up and down that he’s not falling in love with you, but who, regardless, always has your back, and is always looking out for you.

A.k.a. 

The three times Fox makes sure that you get home safely. Plus the one time he ends up following you inside

Authors note: Hii anon. I was so happy to hear from you and received this request. As a fellow guide dog user, I have so many different experiences that I feel are worth sharing, so that more people are aware of the trials we face because as amazing as it is that we have these incredible animals, it isn’t always just a nice walk in the park. Which leads me to my next point. Because of all of these experiences that I want to highlight, this 1shot quickly evolved into a four part series, to give it the proper breathing room that I feel it deserves. I hope that’s okay, and I hope you still like this one. If you’d like to message me privately so that I can make sure you’re tagged in each subsequent update, please do. I’d be happy to do that

The first time it happens, Fox is admittedly running on his default, which is to say in plain terms that he is annoyed.

“Why is this my problem?”

Fox winces upon hearing the barely concealed snarl in his own voice through his helmet speakers. He could have phrased that better. He should have at least taken the courtesy to add “with all due respect” when leading into that sentence, even if both he and the trooper who has the misfortune of being at the other end of the line are both fully aware that he doesn’t intend to sound respectful in the slightest.

There’s a pause, a hesitation on the other end of the coms, which causes Fox to silently berate himself for his initial sharp tone. He reminds himself, as he does about 500 times daily, that he needs to be more careful with it.

This warning, for some reason, always falls on deaf ears. But still, Fox wagers that he at least keeps trying, and who knows, maybe one of these days, it’ll actually stick. It probably won’t.

“It’s just that the issue is occurring at the entrance closest to your office, sir,” the trooper begins before rushing to add, “but if you’re busy, we can send—”

“Don’t bother,” Fox sighs. “I’m already on my way there.”

Maybe he shouldn’t be on such a high horse, but really, being sent to investigate a loitering complaint is far above what he, as a marshall commander, should be doing. Despite this though, he privately admits that he’s been looking for an excuse to stand up from his desk chair and stretch his legs. Maybe if he’s lucky, he'll manage to shake off the aching twinge in his left shoulder, hunched from filling out a last-minute stack of crime reports that he had been on the scene of, all from the previous night between the hours of 1 to 3 in the morning. So really, he rationalizes, can anyone blame him for being more than a little bit pissed off at the interruption? 

Maybe it’s a sign that he needs a refill on his caf. 

He rounds the corner and, with what is in hindsight probably more force than is necessary, smacks a hand against an access panel. The door slides open, and a cool breeze hits him as he steps outside into the open air.

His eyes scan through the visor of his helmet, and to his annoyance he doesn’t see the suspected loiterer that he had been warned of, at least not at first. 

Sighing, he steps further out and past the awning above the entrance. Though the air is cool, the sun still shines, and the slight glow causes his eyes to catch on the gloss of your hair as you walk past, eyes nervous as they flick around. Sensing his presence, you pause, shoulders stiffening slightly as you turn to face him with trepidation. Fox also takes notice, his eyes widening in momentary surprise when he observes the guide dog harnessed at your left side, looking up at you with big brown eyes, as if silently trying to understand your sudden hesitance.

You, of course, have every reason to be suspicious of any unannounced or unidentified presence in your vicinity, especially now that you’re living on Coruscant. But, if you’re honest, you’re already on edge, and even though it’s still morning, the day has promised to be shit if the beginning of it is any indication.

Senator Organa isn’t in the habit of firing his junior staff for small mistakes like this, you remind yourself. Still, the thought, no matter how many times you’ve repeated it like a mantra at this point, doesn’t manage to calm your growing nerves, because regardless you’re still lost, and you’re still running late. You silently curse the pitfalls of being blind and using a ride-sharing service, and then you have to restrain yourself from cursing aloud when your eyes land on the silhouette parked a few meters in front of you.

You don’t have much vision. But with what you do have, it’s enough to deduce bright, contrasting colors. And the red splotches against white armor has you stopping dead in your tracks, because within the span of two seconds, a cold clarity settles within your stomach, because the red and white armor is distinctly and unmistakably that of a Coruscant Guard member, the visor of his helmet tilted, looking no doubt with suspicion directly at you.

Resisting the urge to bemoan the shortage of orientation and mobility droids designed to assist with transitions like this—which would have ensured that you would have been able to smoothly get yourself out of this situation in the first place—you bring your guide dog to heel before gesturing for her to sit, then slowly and hesitantly raise your eyes to the trooper, already feeling a mix of anxiety and guilt stirring in the pit of your stomach.

There’s a small sound from his helmet, a hesitation as he seems to clear his throat before speaking. 

“Personal Senatorial aides aren’t permitted to use this entrance,” he says, gesturing to the badge on the lanyard that hangs around your neck. 

He speaks as if this is a reminder that he’s given more than once, which you’re sure he has. Still, there’s an underlying sharpness to it that makes you jump despite your efforts not to react. 

“I, I know,” you say, swallowing before rushing to continue. “I didn’t mean to be dropped off here, sir. I took a Speedershare to get here this morning, and I didn’t realize the driver dropped me off at this entrance until I got out, and by that point it was too late, and I should have asked to verify which one he was going to but—”

“Hey, easy. Slow down.”

The trooper steps closer to you, and it’s only then that you register that you’ve been rambling, your anxiety ratcheting up with each word. Now that you’re silent, you can feel the way your heart is pounding. You’ve seen the Guard around, of course, but you’ve never really interacted with any of them. He’s tall, you realize as he stands in front of you and you look up into the visor of his helmet. Tall and broad, and you were already nervous before he showed up. 

But his hands are raised, in supplication or as an offering of peace, you’re not sure. But regardless, he doesn’t seem on the verge of scolding you further for your silly mistake, which is good, because your nerves are still so frayed from getting out of your ride only to realize that you had no idea where you were, and that apart from knowing that you were somewhere at the Senate building, you were effectively lost and alone. A scolding, delivered with just the right amount of displeasure, would probably be enough to make you start crying, which would make this day go from being the worst to certifiably irredeemable.

“Speedershare isn’t always the most reliable service. Your employer is Senator Organa,” he says, eyes once again scanning over your badge. “I’m sure he could arrange an alternate transportation service that is much more consistent and professional for you to use.”

“I don’t want his charity,” you say, and you can’t help the hard edge that creeps into your voice when you speak.

But really, you don’t. You know that he could, and knowing Senator Organa, he would be happy to do so. But it’s unnecessary. You grew up needing extra accommodations and things that, despite your teachers’ constant stream of reassurances, always made you feel singled out. 

You’re an adult now, and you don’t want that. You don’t need his charity, his pity, or to be added to his ever-growing list of things to worry about at the beginning and end of each day—an item to be checked off. 

As far as you’re concerned, the best thing you can do for the both of you is to keep this to yourself, and you’ll figure out how to manage sooner or later.

Fox takes a step back, able to recognize your quick deflection of his suggestion as a sign that he’s slightly overstepped, and he nods, glancing towards the door.

“Well,” he says, forcing his voice to sound lighter. “I suppose I could let you off the hook this once and let you use this entrance.”

“Thank you,” you say, before hesitantly adding, “I, I’m not familiar with the route to get to Senator Organa’s office from where we are. Would you, I mean, you don’t have to if you’re busy, but—”

“I’ll take you there,” he cuts you off, finality in his voice. “Do you, uh, need a guide or anything?”

Fox internally kicks himself for not knowing how to handle a situation like this, but you give your head a small shake, which allows him a moment of relief. 

“The color on your armor is bright,” you respond, and for the first time in this interaction, you smile. He can’t help but admire the way it seems to transform you, your previous nerves and worry disappearing like the sun breaking through the clouds. It’s quite lovely, he observes, and then internally kicks himself just a bit harder as punishment for that traitorous thought. 

Useless, he scolds. Unnecessary. But it’s already been thought, and he can’t take it back. He’s grateful for the helmet concealing his face, hiding the way his lips repeatedly twitch in an effort to turn upward as he hears you, your voice giving a soft, encouraging command, and the slight pitter patter of paws against pavement as your guide dog leads you to follow after him. 

He firmly resolves not to speak unless necessary until he’s taken you to the senator's office.

This resolve lasts for less than two minutes before he feels the slight brush of a wet nose against his hand and hears a small sniffing sound at his hip. Turning his head, he finds your guide dog, who has stopped walking and is sniffing at a pouch around his waist, and you looking sheepish as you stand behind him.

“Mandalore, leave it,” you scold, your voice lower than he’s heard it and with a suddenly authoritative edge that has his eyes widening slightly. You’re so little, he thinks, and all you’ve ever been whilst interacting with him is timid and quiet like a mouse. Seeing that side of you, as if flipped on by a switch, well...he can’t help but be taken by slight surprise. You pull back the harness, giving it a slight shake and the dog, with obvious reluctance, backs off, abandoning its curiosity.

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, your cheeks heating with a blush. His hand twitches of its own accord, struck with an unexplained urge to reach out and touch, wondering if he would feel the warmth of your cheek beneath his gloved fingers.

Kriff, his internal monologue groans, disgusted. What the fuck is wrong with you today? He refocuses, looking down at you and shaking his head.

“Your dog’s name is Mandalore?” he asks, genuinely curious and unable to hide the amusement in his voice.

You laugh, nodding your head. “The one and only,” you grin. “Certain training schools do things differently. But the one we went to likes to name each litter by theme, and hers happened to be planets.”

You lower your voice, leaning in conspiratorially with a slight twinkle in your eye. 

“You know, for a Mandalore, she doesn’t look very intimidating, does she?” you ask, and he’s surprised, startled even, to hear the snort of laughter that is pulled from him as he nods his head, looking down at the guide dog who’s unaffected, her professional mask barely concealed behind a tail that wags at him and big, pleading eyes that seem to pierce through his soul.

“No, she really doesn’t,” he agrees, and your grin widens.

“I’ve always joked that if a burglar broke into my house, she wouldn’t bark or growl or try to bite at them,” you say, still smiling as you continue to walk. “She would simply flop down on the ground at their feet and roll over to demand a belly rub.”

“Well…” he says, and faintly, in the back of his head, he registers that he’s 

actually smiling. Huh, he thinks, taken slightly off-guard by the strange feeling. He can’t remember the last time that’s happened. It’s almost slightly disturbing. “If she’s not a fighter, she at least has some good distraction tactics.”

You laugh, your previous nerves surrounding getting lost and being late all but forgotten. It’s a nice sound, bright and lively, and Fox, the Maker help him, finds that he wants to hear it again.

“She probably smells the treats I keep in my pouch for Grizzer,” Fox explains, slightly rueful. He rolls his eyes and pretends to dislike it every time Hound brings the massiff to his office, citing that his panting is distracting, and that his drool gets everywhere, which is disgusting. Those things are both true. But Fox also can’t help but appreciate the warm weight of Grizzer’s head against his leg or the large, imploring eyes the massiff gives him when he knows that Fox has food. 

“I figured it would be unprofessional of me to offer one to her,” he continues, and you nod your head, glancing down.

“It would, but...” you begin slowly, calculating as you clock the staircase you’re approaching and turning your head to look up at him as a slow smile pulls at the corners of your lips. “If you give it to me, I could give it to her by proxy if you want.”

He nods, unzipping the small pouch, guiding you to hold out your hand as he places several small treats on the palm of it, which already has the dog vibrating with eagerness. But you don’t give in right away. 

“Forward,” you say, gesturing your head to the small set of stairs. The added incentive makes the dog quick on her feet, and you have to tell her to slow down as she rushes to comply, guiding you towards the stairs, barely able to contain the excited trot in her step. “Okay, Mandalore, show me where the railing is.”

The guide dog turns slightly, changing course to lead you towards the railing on the far right, placing her front paws up on the stairs and pausing, turning her head to look up at you for approval. 

“Yes,” you beam, stroking a hand along her head. “You learn so fast. Good girl.”

Fox watches, a smile on his face as you hold out your hand with the treats, giving it a few taps against the railing before opening your palm, offering it to her. She eagerly gobbles them up without hesitation, her tail never ceasing its happy little wiggles, which makes Fox want to laugh.

“You know,” he says, stepping up beside you and beginning to mount the stairs. “On second thought, maybe she is a fighter. I mean, she looked like she was ready to take off your fingers along with the treats.”

“When it comes to food, she definitely is,” you say with a grin, following after him. “If only all burglars came covered in peanut butter or dog treats, I’d feel much safer about our odds.”

You both snicker, and the rest of the journey up to the senators’ offices passes in a relatively comfortable silence apart from Fox giving you a few quiet directions as you make your way through the halls. You never fail to turn your head and smile at him each time he warns you of a crowd of people incoming so you can maybe take a step to the side, or if you need to turn left or right at this next intersection.

He isn’t sure how to describe it, but his heart does something strange each time you do. 

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience...” you trail off, uncertain of the trooper’s name as you stand outside the doorway to Senator Organa’s office.

“Fox,” he responds, and he’s quickly struck by the strangeness of how he felt compelled to give you his chosen name first instead of his rank. That, he thinks, is definitely odd and out of the ordinary, but he recovers himself quickly. “Commander Fox,” he adds, and your cheeks rapidly heat with a blush.

“Oh, Force,” you groan, covering your cheeks with your hands and closing your eyes, mortified. “I’m sorry, Commander. I didn’t mean to inconvenience so much of your time.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, and the brush of gloved fingers against your arm is barely there, brief and gone in an instant, but it’s enough to startle you out of your embarrassment, your eyes widening as you look up at him. “It wasn’t an inconvenience,” he says, sounding so sincere that you lose any ability to respond to that, falling into a silence in which the both of you simply stand, contemplating each other.

Fox, for his part, is struck by the realization that, for once, he means every word he’s just said. 

“Well,” you say, blinking as you try to shake yourself out of your stupor. “Regardless of the circumstances, it was lovely to meet you, Commander, and if we ever encounter each other again, you may want to introduce yourself by name if we speak. Every trooper shares the same voice, which makes it much harder for me to differentiate between you all, and I’d hate to mistake you for someone else and embarrass the both of us any further. At least, more than I probably already have.”

“Right,” he says, equally as slowly and strangely hesitant for this conversation to end but not knowing what else to add. “Understood.” 

“I should go,” you say, feeling suddenly shy as you give him a small smile and turn to the door. “See you around, Commander,” you murmur, giving him a playful wink.

You step into the office, not waiting for his response. It takes him a full 30 seconds of just standing there out in the hall listening to the sound of dog paws tapping against the floor, growing distant as you move out of his listening range, to realize that you left him—completely and deliberately if the smirk that was pulling at the corners of your lips was any indication—with a blind joke.

He chokes, uncertain of if he’s allowed to laugh—of if it would be completely inappropriate for him to laugh. His cheeks heat with belated awkward embarrassment. He shakes his head, making a note as he forces his feet to move and forces himself to walk away, heading back in the direction of his office.

The next time he sees you—and he can’t help the strange and foreign hope that twinges in his chest at even the thought of seeing you again—he’ll have to ask you.

Until then, he thinks, giving himself a firm shake as he maneuvers himself through the halls of the Senate building. He resolves to keep you—the girl with the pretty smile, the hair that looks like it was made to run fingers through, and the infectious laugh that he still hears clear as a bell even now that you’re gone—far from his thoughts, ordering himself to stop acting like some sort of lovesick puppy and for kriff sake to just get back to work.

*

Fox, to his consternation, is unsuccessful.

The whole day, as he goes about his tasks—filling out reports, sending requisitions to the Senate, doing patrol—he can’t stop thinking about you. 

Your smile as you tilted your head to look up at him, your warm, encouraging demeanor as you worked with your guide dog, the excitable pup looking up at you like you’re her whole galaxy, the way that he had been able to make you genuinely laugh...

Okay, maybe his bar for sharing friendly interactions with natborns was insanely low up to this point. But knowing that he had brought that out of you had felt strangely good, leaving a warm, unfamiliar feeling in his stomach that lingered every time he thought of it.

He’s so unsuccessful at keeping his mind off of you during the workday that it’s still early in the afternoon when he pulls up your file on the database, scrolls through your work schedule, and at the end of the day is standing outside of Senator Organa’s office waiting for your shift to end.

When he sees you come out, Mandalore, sensing his presence before you do, happily begins to waggle her tail, her footsteps quickening as she leads you out of the office. He calls out to you, and you turn, searching for the voice.

“It’s Fox,” he says, removing his helmet and tucking it beneath his arm. “From this morning.”

Is he imagining it, or do your eyes actually light up when you spot him? 

“I just wanted to make sure that your ride picks you up without complication,” he continues. “Not that I don’t think you can do that on your own,” he rushes to add, his cheeks heating slightly. He’s already gotten the sense that you don’t like being underestimated, and he respects that. “I can make sure that you have detailed instructions in the app so that your driver knows exactly which entrance to collect you.”

“That would actually be super helpful!” you exclaim, and there’s no masking the relief in your voice as you pull out your comm, fiddling with it for a second before passing it to him. “I’ve been meaning to ask someone to update them, because I have a vague idea of what each entrance looks like and how to describe them, but honestly, I don’t think it’s enough to be helpful.”

He takes the device from you, and working quickly, types up detailed directions on how to get to the staff entrance along with a description of its surroundings. He pastes a copy into your notes for good measure so that you’re able to keep reusing it at your convenience. He explains all this to you as he passes it back, letting you know your ride is booked.

“You’re an angel, Fox,” you say in a relieved breath, beaming up at him. “Moving here has been so stressful as it is, and getting used to the transit options is just one more thing on top of that.”

You miss the way his cheeks go pink, but you do catch his quiet, breathy chuckle as he awkwardly avoids your gaze. 

“Right, well,” he scratches at the back of his neck, looking down at the ground. “Your ride should be here soon. Want me to come with you and make sure it shows up?”

“I don’t want to hold you up if you have other things to do,” you say uncertainly, biting your lip.

The truth is, you so badly want to say yes. Waiting for a Speedershare on your own can be anxiety inducing. So many things can go wrong. Your driver might not be able to find you, and when they call and ask you for directions, you aren’t able to provide them with much help. They could drive past and cancel altogether once they realize you have a service dog. Or worse, they can turn it into a full out yelling confrontation. In all cases, you’ve learned, your anxiety is significantly lessened if someone else is with you, ready to back you up at a moment's notice.

It’s true, you’ve only met Fox today. But his presence is steady, safe, and you get the sense that he would stay without question and without hesitation. But you also don’t want to become his burden.

“You’re not,” he states, hooking his helmet to his belt. “And I’m not. Come on, let’s go find your ride.”

And that’s exactly what he does. 

He leads you out towards the pick-up point, and when the speeder gets there, he verifies the plates, opens the door, and helps you inside, waiting patiently for your guide dog to tuck in her tail before beginning to let it close. Before it does though, before it drives away and you’re left wondering if and when you’ll ever see him again, he speaks, his voice low and carrying the softest, lightest undertone of teasing.

“See you around, mesh’la.”

It takes you a moment, but as you drive off, the echo of the words you had jokingly thrown over your shoulder at him just this morning flashes through your memory, and before you know it, you’re tipping your head back against the headrest of the seat, quietly laughing to yourself, uncaring of the driver giving you a funny look from the corner of his eye as he picks up speed, driving away from the Senate building.

You’re still smiling as the speeder rounds the corner, and the building, as well as Marshall Commander Fox, disappears from view.

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[merlincmgirl]

Ice Play - Commander Fox x FReader - NSFW

Summary: It's one of the hottest days on record for Coruscant, you think you'd do a nice thing and bring your handsome trooper a drink to cool down. Commander Fox doesn't see it like that and decides to pay you back.

Characters: Fox, Thorn

Pairing: Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 5, 862

Warnings: PinV sex, slight dom Fox, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), temperature play, ice play, teasing, inappropriate use of ice cubes

Authour's Note: This started out as being a quick, dirty little fic, but it quickly became fluffy as well. Because Fox deserves all the love and he deserves nice things. So yeah, soft kinky smut as well. Also please don't be putting ice cubes down there without protection of some kind!

It must have been one of the hottest days that Coruscant had ever seen. You honestly felt like you were getting cooked every time you walked out of your front door. Passing a couple of Corries, you didn’t know how they did it. With all that armour and the blacks underneath, you would have thought they’d be sweltering. But at least this time you were heading into a building with the coolant system on. If only for the Senators and not the guards that protected them.

You couldn’t wait to see your riddur, his work always kept him busy, but with the heat and people’s tempers being a lot shorter than normal, his desk was overflowing with data-pads and reports. Marshal Commander Fox was always stressed, a side effect of looking after Coruscant and it’s people. Not that he was appreciated enough for all of his hard work.

So you decided that you were going to show him just how much you appreciated him. You had grabbed a couple of iced drinks from the caf shop on your way over to surprise him at his office. Stone had informed you that Fox was currently stuck there, buried underneath a mountain of data-pads and requisition forms. Technically it was the Chancellor’s job to do all that, but as his skivvy Fox was normally the one to take over that.

Dressed in your favourite summer dress, you couldn’t help but smile at the way a few passing troopers turned their head to watch you. It was much too hot and you enjoyed having Fox’s eyes on you. This dress would definitely ensure that.

“Ah, vod’ika! Please tell me that’s for me” Thorn groaned, leaning back in his chair as he spotted you come into the office block of the Commanders.

“And why would it be for you, Thorn?” you retorted, sitting on the edge of his desk.

“Because I’m your favourite!” he protested, brow furrowing as he gave you a disbelieving look.

Scoffing playfully you shook your head, and raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s Wolffe, he lets me have some of the drinks from the stills his boys have rigged up” you teased, pleased with the look of horror on Thorn’s face at your choice. However it was short lived as you shoved the cup holder you had in your hands up and out of the way of his grabby hands.

“Ugh, no fair!” he complained, as he settled back down. “How is Fox not your favourite?”

“Why would he be my favourite?” you asked him, glancing at the door to said man’s office to see it firmly closed.

“Well for one you’re kriffing six ways to Benduday. For another you’re in a riddurok with him” Thorn drawled, and you would be able to hear the judgement from here to Tatooine.

“Oh but Fox is more than just my favourite. He’s my light in the darkness, the very air that I breathe. His touch sets me on fire. Without him I would cease to exist” you waxed poetically, pressing a hand to your heart and fluttering your eyelashes at him.

“I get it now. You’re just as much of a bastard as him” Thorn rolled his eyes, playful grimace in place.

You couldn’t help but laugh and glance once more at the door that was shut firmly. It gave no hint of if he was busy or not. “Is he in a meeting?” you asked, turning back to Thorn.

“Nah, go on in. He’ll probably be glad for the break” Thorn assured, waving you in before returning back to his own work.

Muttering a quiet thanks, you opened the door to Fox’s office. It wasn’t a surprised that he didn’t even look up, just carried on signing off on something. Smiling you waited for him to notice you.

“Just put the pile over there. I’ll get round to it when I finish these” he grunted, eyes never straying from the work in front of him.

“Looks like you’re in need of a break, love” you greeted gently. A beam split across your face as Fox’s head shot up so quickly you feared he’d get whiplash.

A matching smile fell over his face as he placed the datapad down and took you in. His eyes ran down the short length of your dress, taking in the sight of your beautiful legs before rising up your body to meet your gaze. “Hey mesh’la, what are you doing here?” he replied, pushing himself away from the desk and turning in his chair to face you.

Shrugging playfully, you came around his desk, perching on the edge in front of him. “Hmm, well apart from wanting to surprise my handsome trooper” you drawled, leaning forward to peck his lips before straightening up. “I brought you something” you sang, pulling out the caf holder you had gotten from the caf shop down a couple of levels.

“You shouldn’t have mesh’la” he smiled, but you could see how grateful he was and how much he needed it with the rest of his shift that was coming up. His whole body seemed to sink into the chair, muscles releasing their tension at the sight of you before him and the offer of caf. “But I won’t say no to you” he grinned, running a hand up your shin before landing on your knee, giving it a playful squeeze.

“As if you could!” you ribbed him gently, taking your own drink and sipping it, waiting for him to drink his own.

“No need to be smug” he grumbled, rolling his eyes at you. Both of you knew he spoilt you and how much he enjoyed taking care of you. Time together may have been limited because of the Chancellor and his endless demands on him, but Fox and you tried to carve out as much time together as you could. For Fox it was important he showed you just how much he cared, how much he valued your love and how he prioritised you over most things, even if his hands were sometimes tied due to his responsibilities and duties.

Taking a sip, you couldn’t help but giggle as Fox seemed to freeze, shock written all over his face. Oh, this worked so much better than you thought. Placing your drink down so you didn’t spill it, you tried to hide the smile behind your hand. His face was hilarious, a mix of shock and disbelief.

“It’s cold!” he growled, eyes hardening as he stared up at you. You should know better to mess with his caf.

“It’s meant to be cold, love, it’s iced caf” you smirked, sitting on the edge of his desk and crossing your arms to look down at him. “Seeing how Coruscant feels like a sauna today, I thought you might need it to cool down” you shrugged, reaching to take a sip out of your own cup again.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, mesh’la” he warned, hand that was on your knee sliding further up your leg. His calloused fingertips slid up your inner thigh, thumb rubbing and pressing into the meat of your thighs.

“Don’t you like it?” you asked, pulling your face into an innocent expression that fooled no one. You had been hoping to prank Fox for a while. It was good for him. He had been tense lately, it would do him well to relax for a moment and forget about all of the pressure that he was under. Plus he had swapped the sugar for salt in your morning caf last week, it was only fair to get him back.

Fox sighed, prying the lid off the takeaway cup and plucking out an ice cube. Caf was sliding down the edges of the cube, dripping back into the cup. Fox however, brought it to his mouth, letting his tongue come out to lick at the few drops of caf.

You couldn’t help but stare at the way his tongue curled around the ice cube, determined to capture every last bit of caf on it before he dropped it into the cup. It landed with a small plop, the sound seeming louder than it should be in the silent room.

“Not bad, cyare, but I think I want something warm in my mouth” he murmured, heavy gaze meeting yours.

Swallowing your tongue at his words, you blinked past the haze that was between you. He was looking at you like he wanted to devour you, wanted to taste you just as badly as the caf you had brought him.

“Come ‘ere” he ordered, gripping your thigh and tugging you closer to him. Before you could straddle his wide thighs, he grabbed your hips and spun you around so that you were facing the rest of his office. He tugged you back onto him, chuckling at the squeak you let out as you landed in his lap, legs spread wide over his thick thighs and pushing your dress up higher.

Blushing at his actions, you tried to pull the skirt down, aware that if anyone was to come in now, they’d see you spread over the Marshal Commander’s thighs, a flash of your panties peaking out from in between your legs.

“That’s better, mesh’la” he hummed in approval, running his large hands up your sides. He pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder before he leaned back in his chair. Feeling you squirm in his lap, he rested a firm hand on your hip, stilling your movements as he pressed you together.

“Now I think you’ve been a bit of a brat, cyare. Coming up here dressed good enough to eat, only to mess around with my caf. Looks like you were trying to cause trouble” he murmured, voice dropping lower and more heated as you rested on him, your back pressed to his chest.

“Only wanted to surprise you… make you relax a little” you pouted, turning to him and pressing a kiss on the underside of his jaw.

“That so? Messed with my order, now I haven’t got any caf to keep me going through all this work. What am I going to do now?” he drawled, a hand sliding up your front. He trailed the hand between your breasts, hands rising until they gripped your jaw firmly. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss, tilting your head just slightly so he could slip his tongue against yours at the perfect angle.

He stole your breath from you, holding you in his firm grip but exploring and plundering your mouth like he was searching for your very soul. You moaned as his tongue flicked against yours, causing heat to rush over you at the move. You couldn’t wait for him to do that move further down your body.

“Going to have to punish you, mesh’la. Disrupting a Commander’s work like this, what would people say?” he tutted, fingers pinching your nipple through your dress and bra.

Gasping at his touch, you couldn’t help but flush even more at his words. If anyone knew what you were doing in his office, no doubt you would both be punished and not in a fun way.

“Fox! The door” you groaned, realising that anyone could still walk in. With a few presses on his vambrace, the door locked with a small beep. “Your vode will know what’s going on in here” you reminded him, hips grinding down a little over the hardness that was beginning to grow beneath your ass.

“Good, they’ll know not to disturb us” he shrugged, pressing kisses along your shoulders and neck. He grazed his teeth against a sensitive spot that he enjoyed marking. “Want everyone to know exactly what we’ve been doing when you walk out of here” he breathed, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you to him, the other coming to squeeze at your covered chest.

“Show off” you groaned as he lightly bit into your neck. You felt and heard his small huff of laughter as he nuzzled his nose into you, taking a deep breath in to smell your delicious and calming scent.

“Damn right I am!”

He pushed you off his lap, guiding you to stand in front of him. His nimble and talented fingers quickly found the fastenings of your dress and tugged them open, whipping the dress off you to leave you standing in front of him in just your underwear.

“Fuck! You look so pretty baby” he sighed, pressing a kiss to your stomach and another to just above your hip. “Can’t wait to feel you around me” he grinned, looking up into your lust filled eyes.

You couldn’t wait for that either. Running your hands through his dark curls, admiring the gray streaks at his temple, you leaned forward to kiss him once more. Cupping his face and stroking his cheeks, you almost purred at the feel of stubble that you brushed against. It would seem that he had forgotten to shave recently, something that you appreciated as you could already feel the heat coming off the friction he caused on your neck and shoulders.

Fox didn’t waste any more time, he quickly slid his fingers underneath the hem of your pants and tugged them down your legs swiftly. You moaned into his mouth, helping him undo the bra at the back before he flung it somewhere in his office. You just hoped you’d be able to find it later.

Pulling away, you were spun around once more and brought down onto his lap. “Kriff, sweetheart, you don’t know what you do to me” he whispered, voice full of reverence and awe. He spread his legs a little wider, holding you open even more to the cool breeze of the room. Your nipples stiffened and you shivered slightly at the sensation of the conditioned air fluttering over your naked body.

Drawing you closer to him on his lap, he plucked an ice cube out of the cup, bringing it to his mouth to suck the caf from it. Letting out a soft hum at the taste, he took it out again and placed it on your neck. “Fuck! Fox! That’s cold!” you hissed, flinching further into him to get away from the cool sensation.

“It is mesh’la, that’s what I was thinking when you gave me iced caf instead of my usual order” he agreed, slowly trailing the ice cube down your neck, over your collarbones and across your chest. He didn’t press them to your breasts, just gliding it around the shape of them before going up towards your neck once more. His teasing was making you frustrated, desperate to feel the cool touch on your breasts properly.

“Fox!” you growled, scowling as he once against began the same cool drag over your chest.

He hummed, seemingly nonchalant to the squirming you were doing in his lap. The Marshal Commander just kept teasing you.

“Touch me!” you demanded, tilting your head up to place some kisses along his cheek and jaw. Whatever part of him you could reach really, just as long as he touched your aching nipples.

“Wonder if I’ll run out of ice before I make you cum, cyare” he murmured, hand tightening you to him.

Your eyes widened, glancing at the cup on his desk. It still had quite a few ice cubes left in. Was he really going to use them all just to tease you? You didn’t know if you would be able to handle the sweet, cool drag of the ice along your body. You already felt like you were melting into his arms as he continued to keep you still.

“Kriff Fox! You know what I want! Touch me now!” you demanded, grazing your teeth against his jaw.

Fox stilled at your words, and you knew you were really in for it. “Is that anyway to talk to the Marshal Commander of the Coruscant Guard, little brat?” he growled, leaning down to bite into your shoulder with his sharp teeth. They never broke your skin but you knew that there would be a spectacular bruise come morning.

You cried out, hips grinding down onto his codpiece at the rush of blood that travelled to your head. You felt almost dizzy having him mark you like this. “Fox please! I can’t stand your teasing. Need you” you whined, trying to guide his hands up to your breasts.

He just tutted, shaking his head at your attempts to encourage him to touch you. Sighing heavily, he placed the melting ice cube on your stomach.

Unable to help it, you gasped at the dramatic change of temperature on your heated skin, goosebumps already erupting over your body. The small pants that you let out had the ice cube sliding further down your body; until it ran off the side of your hip. Thankfully it had missed your core. But you were sure that Fox was determined to make you feel the ice there as well.

“I really needed that hot cup of caf, mesh’la” he murmured, tracing his fingers under the curve of your breast. “Guess we don’t always get what we need” he shrugged, his hot breath fanning your neck before he sucked a dark mark on the nape of your neck.

You shivered in his arms, the feel of how warm he was pressed against you compared to the water cooling on your skin had you breathless. From his words, you hoped he wouldn’t punish you by keeping you on edge until he got home. You didn’t think you’d be able to head back to your place without making an embarrassment of yourself. Maybe he’d go easy on you if you gave him what he wanted.

“Please sir… what do you need? I want to make you feel good” you whispered, turning to catch his mouth in a kiss. He groaned into your mouth, opening you up for his tongue to enter yours. He enticed it out, making sure to taste you and the bitterness of the caf from your drink.

When he pulled away, a trail of slick connecting your mouths together, he licked his lips, breaking the connection before smirking. Suddenly a hand was resting around your throat, tilting your face up so he could look into your lust filled eyes. “Playing a trick on your Commander like that, not like my sweet girl at all. Really want to hear how sorry you are, sweetheart. So start talking” he ordered, grip tightening just briefly before he pulled away.

Whining softly at his words and the grip he had on you, your hands reached for his, pulling them towards your mouth to lay sweet kisses across calloused skin. “I’m sorry sir, just wanted to make you relax. Wanted to tease you just a little” you groaned, feeling the way his hands ran over your sides before they sunk to your hips, squeezing and pulling you down onto his codpiece. Rocking your hips against the cool plastoid, you bit your lip, becoming lost to the sensation.

Until a light smack landed on your thigh and you jumped, legs spreading just a little more. “Don’t sound so sorry. Try again” he growled, hand coming back to soothe the sting of his hit.

“I’m sorry, please please sir. I was gonna get you more caf afterwards. I won’t do it again, please just touch me. I need you to pinch my nipples, make them ache in the way only you can. Nobody has ever made me feel like you do” you pleaded, hoping he’d take mercy and actually touch you where you wanted him to.

Fox moaned loudly, resting his head against the back of yours. “Fuck mesh’la, okay, okay” he breathed, “I’ve got you.”

Placing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, he reached for another ice cube, again sucking as much caf off it as he could. He dragged it along your stomach, making you clench your muscles against the icy touch. When he brought it up to your sternum, teasing you slightly for a moment before he edged it closer and closer to your aching buds. They were hardened just at the though of what it would feel like, at the promise that Fox would give you what you needed.

When they ran over them, a soft keen escaped you, your back arching against his chest at the frigid temperature.

“Fox!”

“That’s it baby, you sound so good for me. You’re being so good. Is this what you wanted?” he soothed, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder so he could look down to see just how you reacted to his touch. “I can see how hard they’re getting just from this” he cooed, bringing the ice cube to your other hard nub and blowing on the other one he had just been teasing.

The feeling of his breath on your sensitive nipples had you gasping, hands reaching out to curl tightly in his hair and holding him closer to you. He hummed in appreciation at the sharp tugs but didn’t make any move to stop what he was doing.

You cried out as his fingers pinched and tweaked one of your nipples, before running the ice cube over them to soothe the sting. The feel of his hands on you were a sharp contrast to the smooth slide of the frozen water against your skin. Rocking your hips, you couldn’t help but moan at the way that his codpiece was sliding between your folds, pressing against your clit. It all added to the heat that was curling in your stomach from Fox’s icy torture.

However, it seemed Fox had had enough of your writhing in his lap, and was quick to cut your movements to a stop. Flipping you onto the desk on your front, he kicked your legs open even wider so that you were spread out before him like a feast. He couldn’t wait to taste you, to feel the way your pretty cunt opened up for his tongue and fingers. Looking at the cup of caf in front of him, he couldn’t help but smirk and reach for it.

Fox’s one hand on your lower back kept you pinned so you wouldn’t move. Not that you wanted to. Flustered, you realised just how exposed you were for him and you reached behind you to grip your ass cheeks and spread them for him.

A muffled curse was let out before you heard the sound of his armour hit the floor as he took off his codpiece. Giggling a little at his disregard for his armour at a time like this, you wiggled your hips to entice him to touch you quicker.

You soon got your wish as your clit was suddenly engulfed by freezing cold lips, the soft suction had your hands falling from your cheeks and gripping the edge of his desk. His tongue flickered against your swollen bud, and you could feel the hard touch of a melting ice cube pressed briefly against it. It had you yelping, squirming around against his hold of you as your heated skin was rapidly cooled by his mouth and the ice cube.

“Ohhh kriff Fox! Fox please!” you wailed as he worked his way down to your entrance, swirling his tongue around it briefly before pushing the nearly evaporated ice cube into your core. The shout you let out would be an indicator to any vod that was passing just what exactly their Commander was up to in his office.

“That’s it, cyare. You sound amazing, want to hear you say my name again” he groaned, thumb coming to rub circles on your clit before he dived back into your cunt once more. He was addicted, and he was pretty sure that if he could only chose one thing to keep him going in his life, your sweet juices would be more than enough to sustain him until his dying days.

“More?”

You couldn’t help but nod, reaching back to grip his curls and pull him closer to you, not wanting to be without the feel of his mouth on you for more than a few seconds. The hand that was touching your clit pulled away and you protested the action slightly before you were distracted by the way that he returned to push his tongue into you once again.

“Fox please! Right there, please don’t stop” you begged, bucking your hips into his mouth as slammed your other hand on the desk as the pleasure began to build and build.

“Never, cyare!” he grunted, before he pushed two ice cold fingers into your entrance. He curled them, pressing against your spongy walls, looking for that spot that had your toes curling and pushing back onto his hand. He couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch at the contrast of your hot and tight walls clenching around his cold, freezing fingers.

“Fuck, oh shit Fox!” you cried out, as soon as Fox had found the bundle of nerves inside of you. He massaged them, letting you feel how cold his fingers were as they pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Good girl, that’s my good girl” he praised, nipping at the round globe in front of him. “You’re taking them so well. You feel so hot around my fingers cyare” he cooed, running a soothing hand down your legs before adding a third finger into your tight heat.

This one was also cold and wet, and you wondered briefly how he was doing this before all thought left your brain once more as he pushed them inside of you, hitting that spot that made you squeeze your eyes shut tight. The stretch of his fingers inside of you were pushing you to your limit and you let out a sob at the feel of his cool mouth pressing against your clit once more. He sucked the little bud in his mouth, unable to stop from flicking teasingly at the bunch of nerves with his tongue once more.

That was all it took to push you over the edge, mouth opening around a cry of his name that echoed around his office. Your eyes squeezed shut and you tugged on Fox’s curls so hard that he grunted out against you, the vibration causing another wave of pleasure to wash over you.

When you had came down from your high and was at risk of heading into overstimulated territory, Fox pulled away, making sure to keep a tight grip on your hips as you released his hair from your grip. “So wonderful, cyare. So brilliant for me” he breathed, pressing gentle kisses along your spine as he leant his weight over you. Just the feel of him pressed against you had you feeling more grounded after that orgasm he had wrung from you. Humming quietly at the way his words washed over you and the feeling of his warmth against you were making sure you felt that you couldn’t move. But you wanted to look after your trooper too, and you could definitely feel the way his clothed length brushed against your ass when he moved.

“Fox?” you said gently, not wanting to disturb the stillness of the room. He hummed, running a hand up and down your side, waiting for you to talk. “Want you to fuck me. Please? Want to feel you inside me” you sighed, pushing your hips back into his.

“You’re not too sore?” he asked, checking in with you.

“No, want to make you feel good too. Please, cyare” you told him, and you heard his soft chuckle at the way you used Mando’a to sweet talk him.

“Alright, you just lay there, mesh’la. So pretty just the way you are” he assured, pushing himself up. The sound of his blacks opening was heard from behind you, and he pulled his thick length out. He was about average length but he always prepared you for his wide cock.

Sighing, you felt him run the head of his cock between your soaked folds, collecting all the slick and juices from the both of you and spreading it down the length of his cock. You couldn't help but pant at the touch of his cock against your swollen clit.

A hand rested on your hip, squeezing slightly to get your attention back onto his voice. “Ready, mesh’la?” he asked, waiting for your go ahead. When you nodded, he slowly pushed his length inside of your hot channel. He groaned, head dropping to his chest as he watched as you took every inch of him. “Such a good girl for me” he murmured, rubbing soothing circles into your hip as he felt you clench around him and saw the way your hands tightened into fists next to your face. Finally his hips were flushed to yours and he stopped, letting you become used to his size before he moved.

When you had gotten used to him, you rocked your hips against him, and you caught the gasp that move pulled out of him. Smiling to yourself, you enjoyed listening to the noises that you could bring out of him. It was a special feeling to know that the tough, composed Commander could be shattered by you.

Fox took over the pace, slow, deep, and, steady thrusts in before pulling out quickly and waiting a moment before sinking back into you. It was a teasing and torturous pace for you both, especially as you could feel just how hard he was inside of you. It made you want to whine, wanting him to move faster. But he was determined to get another orgasm out of you, so he continued his pace until he could feel your clenching around him become even more frequent.

“Fox!” you moaned, gritting your teeth as heat built once more in your belly. You could feel the pleasure begin building once more at the way he hit that spot inside of you, again and again.

His hand came to envelope yours, fingers threading together. He let out a small sigh at the feeling of your fingers tightening around his own. He liked how good you felt underneath him and the way your small hand fit into his own at the intimate gesture. “I know, sweet girl, just a little longer. I don’t want this to end” he breathed, rolling his hips into yours once more.

Finally, after feeling your walls flutter around him, Fox couldn’t help but increase his rhythm. His hips thrust into your core faster, building and building until he was pounded into you. The sound of your cries that you let out with every push of his cock into you had him falling closer and closer to his own relief.

Pressing himself against your back, his other hand reached in between you, finding your bundle of nerves and rubbing them swiftly in the way that you liked. The hitch in your breath assured him that he was hitting the right spot as your hand clenched and unclenched around his own. He sacrificed the long, powerful thrust for shorter ones but ensured that he kept filling you with his thick cock over and over. He could feel his balls start tightening and come up, but he was determined to get you over the edge first.

“Cum for me, cyare. Then I’ll fill this sweet little pussy up” he ordered, letting his Commander tone slip in like he knew you liked.

As he expected, you gasped out his name, your walls shuddering around his aching cock as you felt wave after wave of pleasure course through your shuddering body. It set off his own release and he groaned as thick spurts of his seed painted your walls white.

After you caught your breath, Fox pulled you back to sit on his lap in his chair. You groaned at the feel of his softening cock inside of you. The feel of his cum was already sliding out of you, and you grimaced, knowing that you would have to clean his chair before you left.

“Thank you for the drink, cyare. I love it” he murmured into your hair, taking in a deep breathe to take in your soothing scent.

“Sure? I really can get you a warm one” you told him, looking back into his warm, beautiful brown eyes. The eyes that you couldn’t help but fall more and more in love with every time you looked into them. You were so into this man, it would have been embarrassing if he didn’t love you just as much.

“Nah, I’m okay sweetheart” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “How are you feeling?” he asked, looking you over. There was a few dark marks already blossoming on your neck, shoulders and chest and he couldn’t help but feel proud of them. They would certainly be hard to hide to anyone on your way out.

“Yeah, just cold now” you smiled, shivering slightly at the cool air that was blowing into his office as well as the feeling of the water cooling on your skin.

“Let’s get you dressed then, cyare” he nodded, pushing you up off him and already beginning to grab at your clothes from where he had scattered them. “Wouldn’t want you getting ill” he grinned, running his eyes over the way you looked against his desk, naked and covered in the evidence of the shared passion. He tucked himself back into his blacks and began searching for your underwear.

Fox helped you step into your panties, chuckling a little when you felt his cum slide out of you. “Hmm, that’s hot. Knowing you’ll be walking around with my cum dripping out of you” he smirked, ducking your hit to his chest at his words.

“Shut up! You’re the worst” you groaned, shaking your head at him, but you couldn’t help the small smile that was also on his face. It was indeed a very, very arousing thought.

Just as he fastened your dress up, there was a knock on the door. You panicked as Fox attached his codpiece back on before hopping back onto his lap.

Luckily it was only Thorn who poked his head in when Fox called him in. He had a smirk on his face as he took in the position that you two were in.

“Hey lovebirds, hope I’m not interrupting anything” he stated, a shit eating grin on his face. He knew very well that he was.

“What is it?” Fox demanded, sounding just as grumpy and done with his brother as he usually did.

“Commander Wolffe and his Jedi came round” Thorn smirked, leaning against the door frame. The colour instantly drained from your face at the thought that a Jedi had caught you and Fox going at it in his office. “They heard how busy you were and said they’d come back later” Thorn shrugged.

Fox groaned behind you, rubbing at his temples and just knowing that he wouldn’t be finishing this shift without an amazing headache. “Wolffe is going to be insufferable” he grumbled, shaking his head.

[myymi]

lost world angst, anyone?

Sonic wasn't sure what he expected to happen to Tails after he got stuck in that trap and taken away before he could save him.

But his money certainly wasn't on the kit being half-roboticized.

He wanted to puke at the sight of his brother. (Which is an idea he wasn't too entirely fond of at the moment. Amy had made him a really nice breakfast this morning and it sits better in his stomach than on his shoes.)

He wanted to say he didn't even recognize the kid, but that'd be a lie. He'd always know when he was looking into his little brother's eyes, no matter if they're drained of life or artificial.

He could imagine the screams the fox probably let out as his body was torn into, flesh and blood being forcibly replaced by steel and oil.

Eggman had gloated about the process once years ago and it still haunted the hedgehog. To think Tails, his kid, fell victim to it..

He was going to rip those stupid zetis into shreds.

“What did you do to him.” Sonic demanded, even though he knew the answer. He just needed them to say it.

He needed them to admit they tortured a barely seven year old child.

“Calm down.” Zavok waved off the obvious anger radiating from the hedgehog, not at all worried about his opponent. “We simply gave him a few upgrades. Isn't he so much better?”

Better?

Better?!

How could anyone think that was better?

Sonic's face fell into a harsh glare, his royal blue quills shifting a few shades darker as he stared right into Zavok’s stupid, purple eyes.

“I'm going to fucking kill you.” He growled, angrily baring his fangs. He wasn't the biggest fan of swearing, especially not around Tails, but he'd let it slide this time.

“You'll have to deal with your little tagalong first.” The zeti stayed nonchalant as he gestured to the half-robot fox and, oh Chaos, his eye was so dull. There was no life in him.

Sonic didn't say anything in response to that, so Zavok decided to begin the fight with a simple command, “Tails, kill that worthless creature.”

The fox-robot listened to the command, lifting up its arm that now had a cannon attached to the end of it. The reality of the situation only fully kicked in when it started charging, a small purple energy or quickly growing in size.

“Oh, buddy.” Sonic knew he could fight Tails. Even if it wasn't him anymore, he couldn't hurt his brother. He promised him, “I'm so sorry, kid. I should've been faster.” He apologized, raising his paws in surrender to show the other he wouldn't fight.

Even if the fox was about to kill him, he was going to accept it. He deserved it after failing to keep the kid out of the zetis’ hands.

He braced himself for the inevitable impact of the orb once it looked like it was finished growing. It wouldn't be long before it shot, and Sonic would've left Mobius as a failure of big brother.

But then the light in Tails’ eye resparked.

With a wink, the kit quickly pivoted on his heel and dropped to crouch on his knee. He did his best to prop up the cannon as he aimed it right at Zavok’s head, “Never!” He shouted, pulling the trigger.

The blast ended up striking Zavok right in the center of his chest, the force sending him flying a few feet backwards.

Sonic could do nothing but stand and gape at his little brother. He didn't understand what happened, it all went by too fast—isn't that the craziest thing? Too fast for Sonic to keep up.

“Hold it, fuzzball.” Zeena said, stepping up as she pointed a remote at the fox and pressed a button. “You're still ours. Now do as you're told so we can end this. I need to fix my nail polish and you're delaying it with your wanna-be hero stunt.”

Tails yelped and grabbed his head with the paw that hadn't been turned into a weapon. His organic eye closed tightly in obvious pain as the other flashed between blue and red.

Sonic knew he should do something, but it felt like his feet were glued in place. No matter how much he begged, his body wouldn't move.

“No!” Tails cried out, shaking his head before just barely opening his eye. The first thing he saw was the arm cannon, which reminded him of a program he added in last minute as a backup plan.

Sonic was going to be so mad at him for this.

He didn't give his brain a chance to bail on the plan in fear of upsetting his big brother. He spun his tails as quickly as he could, doing his best to ignore how one of them felt like pure metal and flew straight into the center of the zetis.

He didn't stop flying until he landed on top of Zomom, looping his legs around the orange zeti’s neck as much as could as he pressed a hidden button on the cannon.

As the three second timer kicked off, the fox looked up to find his brother. He sent him a smile, quickly mouthing ‘I'm sorry.’ before his vision was full of white, then almost immediately fading to black.

“Tails!” Sonic screamed right before the explosion hit, knowing that silent apology couldn't have been a good sign.

The force of the bomb knocked him back a bit, but he was back on his feet in a second and running to where he last saw his brother.

One of the zetis, the depressed one, was entirely missing from the group. But, other than that, the rest of them were all knocked unconscious.

“Tails?” Sonic's voice choked on tears as he slid beside the kit’s body. The bomb had destroyed some of the metal, revealing that most of it was just show.

Tails hadn't been roboticized.

He swallowed past the lump in his throat as he gently cradled his baby brother, shoving away the haunting bits of metal.

He knew this entire encounter was going to haunt his dreams for a while.

He didn't dwell on that matter though. Tails was far more important. He needed to get him away from these monsters.

So he ran.

He wasn't sure where he was running to exactly, but anywhere away from the zetis was a good place to be.

By chance or maybe an unknowingly conscious effort, Sonic had made it to where they had parked the Tornado. She hadn't moved a muscle, her red paint still glistening in the sun as she soaked in the heat.

Feeling calmer from just the plane's presence, the hedgehog carefully climbed into the cockpit and settled into the seat.

Tails was still cradled to his chest, his grip on the fox tightening as he found a comfortable enough spot.

He didn't know what to do. They didn't really have the supplies to treat whatever happened to the kid.

He was just gonna have to wait it out. Figure out how Tails was feeling when he woke up and then go from there.

The hedgehog curled around the younger boy as much as he could when he felt his eyelids growing heavy. He nuzzled the fox's fur, making sure to lay extra attention to the sections that had been covered by metal. He planted a small kiss above the eye that had been seemingly replaced by an artificial one.

They would be fine if he took a quick nap. He'd wake up if something attacked them, and the Tornado’s keys were already in the ignition. It'd be okay.

Chaos, he prayed Tails would also be okay when he woke up.

He didn't like his slow heartbeat or his weak pulse.

[barbarakaterina]

CodyWan Week Day 2: chasing off suitors with a stick

When Cody finished his conversation with Fox and looked around himself, there was a group of people standing around Obi-Wan, and all of them seemed tipsy, were giving him the kind of looks Cody saw on the covers of Bly’s romance novels, and left lingering touches on his arm from time to time.

Cody gritted his teeth. This, more than anything else, was why he hated galas.

He marched over with a resolute step, and rather loudly said: “Excuse me, sirs.”

All of the people seemed startled, as if woken from a trance. If only they had such an excuse.

“Oh, commander,” one of them said vaguely.

Cody ignored them and pushed his way to Obi-Wan. “Sir,” he declared, again just a bit too loud, “may I speak with you for a moment?”

“Oh, of course,” Obi-Wan replied, giving him one of those empty socialite smiles. “Please excuse me, gentlebeings,” he added to his company, and they all tittered their goodbyes as Cody fairly dragged Obi-Wan away from them.

It took some time to find a spot where they could be reasonably alone, but Cody didn’t relent until he did.

Once they had privacy, Obi-Wan slumped against the wall, his polite smile gone, and Cody scowled at him. “You’re an adult,” he said. “Fully responsible for yourself. So why do I keep finding you in these situations?”

Obi-Wan sighed. “You know I can’t offend them-”

“If they get offended when you tell them no, they deserve to be offended!”

“Perhaps, but sadly, they are rather too important to take into account what they deserve. And you know I often come off as flirtatious without meaning to-”

“Stop,” Cody said sharply. “You are not asking for it in any way, shape or form. The only single issue on your part is that you refuse to clearly communicate your lack of interest!” Cody realised his voice was rising, and forced himself to be quiet and gentle. “It worries me, Obi-Wan,” he said.

“I know, my dear.”

Cody hesitated. “Have you…spoken to your mind healer about this?”

Obi-Wan exhaled. “There are enough other things to discuss, I’m afraid, that take priority.”

Cody got that - the war had made sure of that - but still… “I’m afraid that one of these days, you will agree to sleep with one of these leeches simply because you won’t wish to offend them,” he admitted with brutal honesty.

Obi-Wan shrugged, and Cody grew even more alarmed. “Obi-Wan, you hate sex!”

“Jedi do not hate,” Obi-Wan replied. “It’s slightly uncomfortable, that’s all. I’ve certainly gone through more discomfort for missions - in fact, I do for almost all missions.”

Cody gritted his teeth. He shouldn’t project his own feelings onto Obi-Wan, he knew. <i>He</i> might feel like crawling out of his skin at the mere idea of engaging in anything sexual, but Obi-Wan’s aversion was not the same. Only…only he worried how much of it was an actual difference between them, and how much was Obi-Wan’s pathological self-sacrificing streak. “Just…promise me to discuss this in your next session?”

Obi-Wan gave him a searching look. “If you believe it’s that important, I will,” he said after a moment.

Cody exhaled in relief. Someone more qualified than him would untangle this. “Good. Now, what do you say we get out of here? Cuddle on the couch with a nice nature documentary?”

For the first time since the evening started, Obi-Wan gave a truly genuine smile. “That, my dear,” he said, “sounds like the perfect plan.”

...and a surprise "aro/ace CodyWan" to boot!

[etaleah]

Jotting down my initial thoughts on Part 3 of Prime:

Love the few Sonadow moments we got but I don’t get why Sonic rushed to save everyone else yet didn’t even bother to ask where Shadow was when he got to the Grim. Didn’t even try to go down below and get him. Seems more than a little unfair.

The Rose sisters teaming up was excellent.

That 3-minute recap was fuckin’ ridiculous; they really must have been struggling to pad out the runtime.

Dropping Sonic back in the moment of the shattering was a nice touch.

Having Sonic find out about the palm trees in the Grim was also a nice touch.

Why is the Alpha Big the thing that gets everyone scared? Big is easily the least effective fighter of them all.

I love that Sonic asks Rebel Rouge to take command, but I’m not sure what the point of that is if her plan doesn’t work and falls apart quickly. Good character development for Sonic at least.

FINALLY SHADOW AND ROUGE INTERACTED

The ending was clearly setting up for a Part 2, which we are never going to get because Netflix is garbage like that.

For that reason, the ending isn’t nearly as satisfying as I had hoped for. New Yoke City is still a hell scape, Boscage Maze still hasn’t been rebuilt (meaning Sonic broke his promise to Thorn, something both of them seem to have forgotten), and Nine is still alone in the world. The whole point they’re trying to make is that everyone deserves a happy ending and yet it feels like only the Green Hill characters got one.

I love Renegade Knux so much; he’s easily the best version of Knuckles.

Shadow was robbed once again by both being stuck on the sidelines for so long AND for not being allowed to kick Nine in the head at least once.

WAY too much repetition holy hell. If you took a drink every time more robots appeared or every time Nine growled/yelled before zapping more prism energy, you’d be dead by the end of the season. That fight was Battle of the Five Armies levels of long and drawn-out, which is a real shame because that time could have been much better spent elsewhere.

I don’t think Nine and Dread really deserved their redemptions and both felt very rushed. To me, Nine crossed the line into irredeemability when he decided to kill the foxes just because he didn’t like that they looked like him. That isn’t a trauma response from years of bullying or a matter of self-defense. It’s just murderous and mean.

On that note, it felt like quite the emotional bait-and-switch to say that Sails and Mangey were fine actually and they just flew away when no one was looking. Bit of a cowardly move on the writers’ part, I think.

The Chaos Council is so ANNOYING can’t they just fucking DIE.

Overall I’d say this season turned out similar to the last in that the first episode of the batch was EASILY the best of the bunch. It peaked at the first and never quite got that good again. I’m biased here because Shadow is my favorite, but I just feel like it’s better to have a quick fight scene with two or three characters than it is to have a long fight scene with dozens of characters because then you have to jump around too much.

The sad thing is, the disappointments make me glad the show is ending, because now I feel certain that if it kept going, it would only get more repetitive and the quality would decline rapidly.

[vodika-vibes]

“Dooku calls Palpatine Master, and you're pretty sure it's an old person sex thing and you're really not interested in reading about it.

Maybe you can make Fox read the letters instead. Yeah. That's a great idea. If you have to be traumatized then so does Fox, that's the rule.”

Fox: . . .

PA: And that’s why I’m here!

Fox: *realizes that Palpatine is a Sith* It’s too early for this shit—

Yuu over here causing problems on accident, good thing that they have Fox to help them.

"Man, the Guard's new Bullpen is nice," Wolffe says as he walks through the clean halls, taking note of the large desks, and clearly comfortable chairs, and the improved armor that the vod'e are wearing, "They even have better armor than us? What the kriff?!" "Don't be jealous," Cody says, as he admires a pair of blasters a younger vod is meticulously cleaning, "They have to deal with a lot of shit, they deserve nice things." "Damn straight we do," Thorn says as he walks passed them while holding a personalized mug with some kind of spiced latte in it, and holding a very nice datapad in his other hand, "Hey Thire! Have you read the new Child Services policies-!" He shouts as he turns towards a door. "The Commanders even have their own offices-" Cody says, sounding awed as he follows Wolffe towards the door that clearly labeled 'Marshal Commander Fox, Coruscant Guard'. "You have your own office on the Negotiator." Wolffe reminds his brother. "Yeah, but I don't have an office in the Barracks." Cody enters the code to Fox's door (the same door code he always uses, you'd think that he'd know better-) and steps into the office. Yuu is sitting in one of the cozy chairs, using a glue gun to repair something on their boots, while Fox has his face buried in his hands. His gaze locked on a bedazzled datapad laying on his desk. "Yuu, sweetling, how far back do these messages go?" Fox asks, sounding pained. "Years." Yuu replies as they hold up their boot, eye it critically, and then go back to bedazzling their boots. "I think the earliest message I found was 11 years ago. When I was still a kid." "You are still a kid." Fox grumbles. "I'm older than you." They yelp as Fox throws a stress ball at them. "Only in terms of years you've physically lived," Fox says, "Stars, Yuu, how have you not been killed yet?" Yuu grins at Fox, "Didn't you know? I'm a vapid child who only cares about fashion." They hold up their boot, "Should I add more gemstones?" "No." Fox says, his gaze finally flickering to his brothers. "You're right. I should definitely bedazzle the entire thing." Yuu muses, before they turn their head to the door, "Your brothers are here." "Thank you, I never would have noticed." "Then it's a good thing I'm here to help point out the obvious." "Get out of my office." "I'm not wearing shoes, and you have my datapad. So I'm staying." "...are we interrupting?" Wolffe asks dryly. "No," Yuu chirps. "Yes." Fox bites out at the same time. And then they share a look. "Yes," Yuu corrects with a peaceful smile. "No." Fox says at the same time. "...should we leave so you can work out your story?" Cody asks.

[bard-of-worlds]

Chapter 29

Sorry for how long I was away, I've had to deal with a lot of Drama offline! But I'm back and will be trying to get this story finished by July! Everyone who rereads my Work, I. AM. BACK!

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As Volpina rode her mount over the rooftops, she laughed out loud!   Whenever they empowered her like this, she always felt so alive!   Those fools who rejected this power, every one of them deserved nothing but scorn. How could they even thinking of letting it slip through their fingers! And all master Hawk…..Shaowmoth wanted her to do a task that she would gladly do anyway hurt Ladyslut!

All he had wanted from her when they began her ‘employment’ was to spy on the peons in her class. Tell him if she ever saw anything that might lead to Ladyslut and Stray Noir’s defeat. And for her revenge she would done it anyway!  And her plan to use that little bitch Marinette to trigger a mass attack?  That was some of her best work ever, and it got her an in with Gabriel Agreste of all people as well!

She still didn’t know why or how the plan failed and what Adrien did after she tried to get him on board……. She needed to find him and have a long talk with him. While she was transformed of course. Maybe if she showered him just what her new claws could do to a steak, maybe then he would get the message. Make him think about what she could do to Mari-trash! Then maybe he would play nice, if not then she could give him Mari-trash’s hand. After she severed it, and in a garbage bag of course.

But then those thoughts died down as she remembered what she had learned. There was her mother to consider and what she had done to Lila, she needed to run. That witch…… Merda, she might be one!    I need to find someplace to hide!   Wait, he could help me, if she can’t track me or maybe even he could create another Villain to kidnap her!   She thought with a grin. With how he’s been doing up until now, Shadowmoth could do with competent help beyond that Mayura witch. And if while she was helping him she learned a few things that let her

But as soon as the thoughts entered her mind one of the Midnight Crew cried out as it was pulled away and down.

Volpina looked at it in shock for but a moment before sending a mental command and her mount to get away from here. But as it jumped over a gap between buildings something shot up. She saw an orange blur barely missed spearing the briefcase by inches!

From bellow the rooftops Rena Rouge shot up with her flute extended to its staff form. At the top of her jump Rena Rouge backflipped and landed on the roof opposite Volpina and glared at her.

“So you’re that faux fox I’ve heard about! I know what you have there so just hand it over before it goes too far!” Rena Rouge growled as Volpina looked at her first in shock then in hunger.

Volpina couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Here she was, wondering how to get away from her mother and this happened?

“So the lesser fox following Ladyslut decided to come out and fight a superior specimen? Will tying you to the top of the Eifel Tower naked without your Miraculous cause her to come and try to save you from me? ” Volpina asked with a smug pure to her voice as she glared at Rena Rouge. The captured Midnight Crew was thrown out of the shadows at the other one and both fell to the street below them.

“Just try, you sorry excise for a vixen!” Rena Rouge growled back. Okay, I gotta keep the attention on me. Gotta not strike back and block all the bolts I can, need to wait for the others to strike first. She thought as she growled as she clenched her staff flute.

Volpina just laughed as she gestured at Rena Rouge. With a roar from Dark Kitsune it raised its tails out and started to fire blasts from the orbs.

As Rena Rouge spun her staff, blocking the blasts as she moved backwards. Volpina just laughed as Dark Kitsune stalked forward. As she was forced to move backwards, Rena Rouge just kept blocking the blasts.

Volpina watched and grinned devilishly. All she could think about what she could do once she took the Miraculous of the Fox. How having any power that wasn’t Hawkmoth’s would help her so much. She was waiting for Ladybug to strike. She had to be around, who else had captured the two Midnight Crew Sentimonsters that were her guards. Perhaps she was busy holding them? If so then she had a fox to skin!

As Rena Rouge moved backwards, she kept hope. All she needed to do was keep Volpina's eyes on her. Once the they had a chance, one good strike would end her part of this.

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As Dark Owl slashed out with his sword Lunar Raven kept blocking as she led him around the rooftops. Bellow the Midnight Crew were still mostly fighting themselves.

As Dark Owl took a stance he glared at Lunar Raven. This is insane, how could I have been so fooled by this witch! What was her end game, why did she break cover now of all times!? Dark Owl thought as he looked at Lunar Raven with a scowl.

“Foul temptress!  Was anything that you ever showed to believe in true!?” Dark Owl bellowed as Shadowmoth’s energy mask formed over his face. Lunar Raven only looked back at him for a moment before speaking.

“Battle is no longer profitable to us both. I request an end so this unit can leave while still enhanced, and unit DARK OWL, can deal with Miraculous users. Agreement?” Lunar Raven asked stiffly and Dark Owl only scowled at her.

Dark Owl glared at her as Shadowmoth sent him a message. Keep fighting, our primary target isn’t here yet! And don’t give in, we need to capture her so I can find out how she tricked us! Dark Owl nodded and glared at Lunar Raven as she waited for his reply.

Dark Owl heard the commands from the commissioner and agreed, but he knew that he needed to find another way to win. Just fighting alone wasn’t doing anything to defeat this criminal. He looked around and took notice of a few things here and there. If he timed this right, then maybe they might let him win if the she-devil didn’t have more tricks up her sleeve. If he failed……. Then he guesses he’ll be no worse off than he is now.

“Justice never makes deals with evil!” Dark Owl barked as he charged forward and slashed out. She dodged backwards and looked at Dark Owl as her eyes turned red.

“Reply within possible outcomes. Activating full battle mode,” Lunar Raven said as two metal sickle blades formed on the back of her legs. She shot forward, jumping and spinning around with her right leg out. She fell at him, the blade spinning towards Dark Owl.

Dark Owl back flipped away from her attack, throwing two disks at Lunar Raven as he spun in midair. The discs hit Lunar Raven’s sword, deflected to the ground by her feet.

“A failure again, your tactics lack the proper way to defeat me. Letting me leave, allows you to fight against the Miraculous users. This combat is pointless,” Lunar Raven said robotically, staring at Dark Owl as he held his blade.

Dark Owl felt his rage pulse for a second. This witch had taken the place of his loyal follower, and she dares to insult him? This wrench deserves my blades! Time to stop holding back! I can find out what happened to Lunar when she’s under control! He thought as he looked at the False Lunar Raven with a glare. “Then let’s see just what my plans can do villain!”

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Below, the heroes fought on against the Sentimonsters. As they covered the Police as they moved away, the heroes keeping them from being a problem.

Chat Noir looked around at the buildings. He saw that people were watching from the windows waiting for this to end. He was at least they were staying off the streets. At least that program the Mayor set up works. Even fighting themselves these things are still focusing on us! The only chance we have is for Sis and the others to get here. He thought as he looked at the police as some of them looked at the battle.

Carapace gripped his shield harder and tried to keep his eyes locked on the battle from behind the line. No matter how hard he tried, the duel on the rooftops caught his eye. For a second he almost missed the mass attack, wincing as he saw a few of the Corrupted Crew coming towards them at a run. “Incoming!”

“Remember, try to maim, not slay!” Roi Singe called out as he jumped towards them, spinning his staff.

“Carapace, stay back and coordinate with the others! Arashiko, with me!” Chat Noir called out as he dashed forward to meet the charge. Inside he wished their friends could get done sooner, that they could find Lila and get the item.

Carapace stayed back as Arashiko and Chat Noir shot forward, helping out Roi Singe. The three fought as the police moved to cover. Some of them were carrying their sergeant with them over his objections.

Carapace held up his shield, using it to block a ranged weapon from one of the Sentimonsters. He didn’t know how long they could hold, but they had to last longer.

As they fought on, the Corrupted Crew kept trying to die on the heroes' weapons, and in some cases succeeded.

“This is a losing situation!” Arashiko said with a scowl as she deflected a blow and then kicked the Corrupted Crew away.

Roi Singe jumped backwards and landed on his knees to swing his staff out at a Corrupted Crew’s knees and sent it down. He smiled only to scowl as other Corruped killed the first as it landed. As the dead body became two new Corrupted Crew Roi Singe felt that this was going to be hard.

“Yeah, but if they go after civilians……. We gotta hold and hope that the others can pull off a win!”  Roi Singe said as he blocked the blow from another of the Corrupted Crew.

Carapace had a snarl on his face as he was forced to watch. He knew his shield wouldn’t do any good in this situation, but man did he want to help them. A beeping caused him to look at his shield and activate the com function. “Tell me that’s you queenie, please!”

“Yeah, we’re inbound and ready to fight!” Apisera said with a savage edge.

“Good……..WAIT!  We’re guarding some police, well I am! The others are trying to hold back the Sentimonsters!   The Akuma are dueling on the rooftops and….. just hurry!” Carapace exclaimed and he heard swearing from the other end.

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“You heard that?!” Apisera asked as she led the way. Behind her Salacia and Pegasus nodded. This is bad, very bad!  How can we handle this now?!   We’d need to try and….. that works!  She thought as she looked over her shoulder and grinned. “We’re gonna win, remember that!  Horse-boy, we’re targeting the Akumas!   Swim-girl, handle the Monsters!  Snake Boy, you there?”

“Ready, just give me the words and I’ll start the Chance,” Viperion said and Apisera laughed a little. As she jumped over the gap between buildings she heard the sounds of blades.

“READY!”   Apisera called out.

“Second Chance!” Viperion called out and activated his powers. Apisera nodded and Pegasus used his weapon tool to take a look.

“Above or behind them?” Pegasus asked and Apisera grinned.

“NO! To the building beyond the fighting! Any other place will cause Apisera to die!   Once you’re there, Apisera you have to back up Dark Owl!  Pegasus, recharge once you get her through the portal, then go back help Rena Rouge. Salacia get to Carapace, use your ability on the one that gets by the others!   Apisera, keep your power ready but wait, don’t charge in! And speak like a comic hero to Dark Owl!  I’ll back you up from my side once I’m recharged! And ignore the street no matter what happens! We tried this a hundred times; this is the best way we’ve found! And this is try number one hundred" Viperion said urgently and then they heard him jump away.

Apisera went still and swallowed before looking at the other two. They looked back with horror on their faces.

Aspiera looked at them and took a deep breath. “You heard snakey, so let’s do it. Lives are counting on us, we won’t let them down!”

As the other two nodded, Aspiera…….. no, Chloe, felt a spark of happiness that she was able to help inspire her fellow heroes.

“Portal!” Pegasus called out and a portal just where Viperion had said Aspiera needed to go. “I need to get to Rena Rouge, so move! And good luck, we’ll be back to help you all soon!”

“Go save our fox girl Horse Boy! And thanks!” Aspiera said as she leaped through the portal that closed after her.

Salacia looked at Pegasus and nodded before she dashed away. Pegasus heard the first beep of his Miraculous and turned. Running over Paris, hoping to get as close as possible before he needed to recharge.

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As he fought on, Dark Owl tried to keep calm. So far Lunar Raven’s blades had only sparked against his armor. But she had changed her approach, trying instead to hit his eyes. He didn’t know how long he would be able to keep dodging, and he could figure out the plan she had. He spared a glance and saw his Midnight Crew fighting against the other traitors, his side was losing.

He knew he was fighting a losing battle, but he had to hope that there was a way to win he hadn’t seen yet. As he jumped back something shot out and wrapped around Lunar Raven’s right arm. They looked at it and realized it was Apisera’s top and followed the line to her, standing there with a glare on her face.

“Well, when I talked to Chloe after getting this she told me about her school. Are you the ‘Spineless Teacher’? The owl is her old principal from what the Ladyblog told me,” Apisera asked with a mischief smirk on her face.

“HOOT HOOT!   Justice always wins for evil fights itself!” Dark Owl called out as he lunged forward and  Lunar Raven moved her arm and his blade hit Apisera’s top!  

Apisera was almost pulled forward but she held fast and grinned as she looked at Dark Owl. “Hey, I plan to take down Lunar Raven to find out her origins. Mind if we fight after we deal with her?”

Dark Owl glared before an energy mask formed over his face. Do it!   We don’t need her gem to solve this case!  When we capture the rest we’ll find out who she is, for now, deal with the traitor!  Hawkmoth sent and Dark Owl nodded.

“Very well, for now, but my justice will catch you soon villain!” Dark Owl called out as Apisera recalled her top and grinned.

“You can try hero, you can try!” Apsiera said with a dark-sounding laugh as she jumped behind Lunar Raven. As one she and Dark Owl charged  at Lunar Raven from both sides.

While Apsiera acted like she was all level-headed inside her inner nerd was laughing up a storm. Who knew those old acting lessons would be used like this?   And she was so happy she watched all of that anime now! To deal with the Owl, just copy lines from generic evil queens!

Lunar Raven dodged a blow from behind her and jumped over Dark Owl as he slashed down where she had been.

As Apsiera grits her teeth, she risks a glance at the street and hopes that the others held the line.

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Chat Noir blocked a blow from one of the Corrupted Crew with his staff-baton and pushed it backwards. He scowled as he saw another one of them kill the one he pushed. “We need to do something!”

“What?” Roi Singe called out as he batted away one of the Midnight Crew. But before he could react one of the Corrupted crew ran under his weapon. “NO!”

“HOLD!”  Carapace called out. Moments later Salacia landed and charged forward, right at the charging Sentimonster.

“DISCORD!” Salacia roared before she punched it in its head, sending it flying backwards. The heroes watched as it landed and came apart. The resulting puddle then shot towards the nearest Sentimonster and engulfed it.

“Now what?!” Arashiko demanded and all of the heroes' weapon-tools beeped.

“Now we hold off the giant! It’ll be as big, as in twenty feet tall big! But all we have to do is hold for a few minutes to let the others get the Akuma!” Viperion’s voice said and the others all nodded.

Roi Singe looked at Salacia and felt a spark of affection for a minute before it went away. He shook his head, he already had a girlfriend for crying out loud! Maybe it was from his partner-Kwami? What he couldn’t know was Salacia was having the same thoughts as he was.

Before either of them could think about it, all the Sentimonsters had been eaten by the puddle. In moments the blob started to grow. It changed into a humanoid form, and kept growing until it was over twenty feet high. It condensed into a giant Midnight Crew and roared. The heroes all cried out and ran to meet it.

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As Dark Owl jumped backwards, he saw the giant Midnight Crew Sentimonster. He laughed as he landed. “Justice has a large reach and a larger helper!”

Lunar Raven stayed silent as she charged in, her blades ready to slash at the Akuma and Hero.

As she dodged, Apsiera looked at Lunar Raven and glared. She had never liked her as a teacher, and as an Akuma, she still wasn’t acting right! As she dodged the blows, she looked at the Akuma and wondered just how Hawkmoth had lost control. This whole situation was completely unacceptable! What should have been a nice beat down on this failure of a Teacher instead was she going off script! No other Akuma had ever gotten off Hawkmoth’s control, and this little witch of a teacher had? And what was the deal with her claws?

“Apsiera, dodge to the left now!” Viperion’s voice caused Apsiera to react.

She knew what his powers were. So without a thought, she lunged to the side a moment before Lunar Raven fired one of the claws at where she had been.

Viperion fired bolts from the other side of the street, and one of them hit Lunar Raven’s right hand and tore it off. 

Apsiera could only stare in horror as even Dark Owl was shocked. The stump was fully metallic, wires and sparks danced as Lunar Raven looked at them with no emotion on her face. She stayed silent as she aimed the stump at Dark Owl.

“What are you!? Where’s Raven!?” Dark Owl demanded in horror as he looked at what he thought was his partner.

“MOVE! That’s arms a gun now!” Viperion’s voice caused Apsiera to lung and push Dark Owl down as an energy ball formed at the stump. It fired and hit the Giant Midnight Crew, causing it to stumble forward.

As the Giant Midnight Crew started to turn Apsiera gritted her teeth. I knew something was wrong with Miss Lingerie! But she’s a robot?! Okay, Max’s son shows that AI can have emotions, sure! But she’s so old! Who made her!? She thought as she looked at Lunar Ravem as Night Owl charged past her.

“Dropping back, last recharge! Hold on for a minute and I’ll come help you!” Viperion’s voice said over the coms.

Aspirea only nodded as she watched Night Owl catch a blast on his sword swung it down with a roar.

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Volpina laughed as her Kitsune Sentimonster carried her closer to Rena Rouge. So far Ladyslut was staying far away, and that just showed what a coward she was!   

And once she got the Fox Miraculous, she could use it to bargain with Hawkmoth for his help with her mother. She couldn’t even begin to think of how she was controlling her, and that scared her. She had always been a fighter, but looking back on her life she couldn’t know if her choices were her own or her mother’s. She needed this, she had already played her hand with the woman who spawned her, and she couldn’t fail anymore.

“So where’s Ladyslut?   Hiding because her pet fox is dying and can’t stand to see it?” Volpina asked and Rena Rouge just grinned at her.

“No, Ladybug isn’t here, that’s just a Mirage,” Rena Rouge said and Volpina went still. That was the power of the Fox, Illusions. If she had been fighting an Illusion, then who had attacked her guards!?

“Wait, if Ladybug  isn’t here, who is?!” Volpina asked in shock.

“ME!”  A voice called out. Then something hit Volpina’s side, sending her flying off her Sentimonster.

As she flew through the air, Volpina covered the briefcase with her body. She prepared herself to hit the ground but then she heard something that caused her blood to freeze.

“VOYAGE!”

Looking up she saw a portal form before her leading to a grass-covered ground. As she flew through it she started to scream and curse. She hit the ground on her back and made a line in the dirt.

“Well, so that’s Lie-la?   After what I saw I expecting. I don't know, maybe someone smarter,” A sensual voice that Volpina had never heard before asked. She looked up and saw a tall seductive-looking female teen in a grey bodysuit with a red spider over her breasts. In her right hand was a black gymnastic ribbon, and she smirked at Volpina with black lips. “I’ve felt more danger from sick-looking dogs!”

“Who the hell are you!?” Volpina demanded and the figure laughed.

“The name’s Arachne. I usually stay out of these kinds of things really. But my partner said I should help out so here I am,” Arachne said nonchalantly.

Volpina just stared at the person before her, realizing that she was a Miraculous wielder. Another bimbo that dared to stand against her! “You shouldn’t get involved with things that don’t concern you!”

“Couldn’t not step in really. They just wouldn’t shut up about it, and this is Paris. I keep my stuff here!” Arachne said stiffly.

“WHO!?” Volpina asked and Arachne only laughed.

“If you don’t know who or what I’m talking about, I won’t tell you. We Miraculous users have to keep some things secret after all!” Arachne said with a grin.

Volpina just glared, a growl coming from her throat.

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“WHAT!?” Shadowmoth exclaimed and Enhancetress looked up.

“Sir, Lila went through a portal, what happened?” She asked and Shadowmoth looked up and scowled.

“Another hero, this one a female Spider. And Lunar Raven, she’s a robot!” Shadowmoth spat and looked up at Enhancetress.

“A what?!” Enhancetress asked, totally shocked. All she could do was think about the times that she had

“Yes! She’s a robot! I Akumatized it before, and I saw nothing! I don’t understand, is she the same being, has it always been there!?” Shadowmoth asked as Enhancetress just stood there.

Enhancetress was having as much mental strain as he was. unlike him, she had been in the same room as Adrien’s teacher. The very idea that she had been near a robot for so long was shocking. It was all Enhancetress could do to keep calm and try to figure out what this meant. She almost missed Shadowmoth’s next words.

“We need to recall your Sentimonster, it’s time to move the plan along to the next step!” Shadowmoth said as he looked back towards the window, taking in his pawn's vision.

“Of course,” Enhancetress said as she put her tablet down.

Shadowmoth recalled the feather, and with a thought sent it to follow Enhancetress. As soon as she touched the item they had brought up here for that exact reason. Within seconds, a new Sentimonster was formed and Shadowmoth grinned. At least this part of their plan was going perfectly, and the perks of this plan might help them with Adrien.

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“Give it Up Lila!” Ladybug’s voice caused Volpina to turn around. There they were, Ladyslut and the one in orange.

She just glared at Ladybug as she looked around, trying to figure out how to escape.

“You can’t escape from us, so just give it over!” The orange heroine said with a forceful voice.

Volpina glared at her and snarled, barring her teeth. “And who are you supposed to be?!”

“Miss Hound, remember it!” Miss Hound said with a sneer.

“I will!” Volpina promised as she brought her flute up to her lips. As soon as it touched, she was covered by clouds with lightning going around them.

Within she was in a safe space, and she looked around as copies of her, each with a briefcase appeared. Before she could send commands to them, the energy mask of Shadowmoth appeared over her face.

“Hold Volpina! Leave the briefcase here and create an illusion copy!” Shadowmoth sent and Volpina looked around, trying to understand what he had in mind.

“But I thought I was supposed to watch this!” Volpina said as she put the briefcase down.

“You are, but this is just the first step of the plan to get away! Now Follow my orders!!” Shadowmoth sent and Volpina blinked for a second. She opened her mouth before she closed it and started to grin evilly.

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Outside the smoke, Miss Hound stared at it and frowned. She thought she saw something for a split second, a flash of light or something else. She hadn’t activated her powers, so why? She went still as she thought she heard something, something that sounded familiar. A moment later Volinpa dashed out of the right side, still carrying the briefcase.

“GET HER!” Arachne called out and raised her ribbon. But then five more Volpinas shout out, each going in a different direction.

“MISS HOUND!” Ladybug screamed as she threw her yoyo at one of the Volpinas, only to destroy it as three more shot out of the cloud.

“Got it! Tracker’s Eye!” Miss Hound cried out. As she looked around she saw red lines in the air. All of them were centered on one of the Volpina’s as it ran away into the city.  “THAT ONE!”

“GO!” Ladybug roared as they all shot forward.

Miss Hound was just going to follow when the last of the Volpinas came out of the fog and ran into her. Miss Hound cried out in shock and fell backwards. As she tried to keep calm she looked back up and stopped. The fog had blocked her vision but from the ground, she was able to see two red lines from something within the fog. And unlike these lines they led away, towards a place near where the court was.

She was about to call out when she saw the source of the two lines moving away from her. She looked towards the others and saw they were out of sight. She could call but if whoever was controlling it was watching them chase Lila! She shook her head and charged after it alone.

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Pegasus transformed back to Max and his hands shot out and grabbed Kaalki before she dropped to the ground. “You okay Kaalki?”

“Just fine Max, just a side effect of cutting through one of Duusu’s creations! It’ll be gone in a minute,” Kaalki said as she sat in Max’s hand.

Max looked at Kaalki and saw her start to look better. Still, he felt bad that his plan caused her to feel this in the first place. “I’m giving you an extra salad tonight.”

Kaalki grinned and looked at Max, happy to have such a kind holder. For a moment she thought about the last holder who was kind to her. And she barely kept the pain from what happened to them from activating her geass. She hoped that Fu would destroy the chains on the Kwami, it was the only hope they might have. If she was right, soon the results of people destroying history will appear, and that would be very bad.

“Now, now. You were moving fast all around Paris to get to this place. Some of my former chosen would have used my power instead of your body. Well done my boy!” Kaalki praised and Max laughed a little.

“Well I only have so many sugar cubes,” Max said as he brought out a small bag. 

Kaalki grinned and summersaulted as Max handed her one.

A beeping on his phone caused him to grin, pulling it out he saw it was Alya.  

“That trick of yours worked perfectly in the game! So you’re going to join some of the gang?”Alya asked and Max grinned. 

“Yeah, I thought I’d go help Sabrina with that project, you?” Max asked and Alya laughed.

“Thought I reset and go join up for some hunting, see you………. I’m gonna have to call you back, that field boss has a second stage!” Alya said with a growl.

Max looked at Kaalki who only looked back, a question in her eyes. Max’s mind went over what Alya said before he paled in fear. “Kaalki, full gallop!”

As soon as Max finished transforming into Pegasus, he was moving. He dashed over the roofs of Paris, moving closer to where Alya was, hoping he was wrong.

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A screech came moments before Rena Rouge dodged to the left. A split second later a large black beam of energy hit the wall that had been behind where she had been. As she landed she looked at what had fired at her and scowled. The headless Sentimonster had gotten back up despite not having a head. Its tails had grown longer and its neck had a large eye in the center, and that was where the blast had come from.

As soon as she saw it get back to its feet and attack a building she had transformed and attacked it. So far she had been able to keep its attention and lead it towards the river. She had to hope that Max could come and help her.

She only glared at it as she tried and failed to keep calm. What happened!? I mean one minute I was ready to head out and help the others and then this happens! What the heck! I mean I thought Senti’s were destroyed when they were dealt damage beyond what they could handle…..unless! Rena Rouge thought as she dodged another blast.

“HIIIYAHHH!” Pegasus screamed as he appeared and slashed three of the Sentimonster’s tails off.

Rena grinned only to stare at the tails as they all locked together and a mouth opened on one end. As it reared back and hissed at them, Rena looked at Pegasus as he landed. “Thanks for the help, I just hope we live.”

Pegasus looked at the snake-tail creature and grinned. “The odds are even my friend, so just hope the others can find the Akuma!”

Rena Rogue nodded before she looked around, paling in fear. Around them, civilians were running away from the buildings. She noticed the sign for an Akuma Shelter and cursed herself for not realizing where they were. As a few people behind the Sentimonsters directed the others away, she made a choice. She locked eyes with Pegasus and saw that he had seen the same thing she had.

“Don’t fight to win, fight to keep their focus on us! Once those civilians are clear, we’ll get rid of them through a portal!” Rena said with a snarl.

Pegasus grinned and chuckled. “Think Sentimonsters can float?”

“How about a nice bath in the Arctic Ocean to find out?” Rena asked with a dangerous purr in her voice.

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As Ladybug chased after Volpina, she wondered if she wasn’t being led into a trap. But something within her, Tikki maybe, told her she was making the right choice. I wish you could talk to me like this Tikki, I do. And I can only hope that this is the right choice. She thought as she ran.

Next to her Arachne jumped and spun in the air, a laugh barely kept down. Oh, this is amazing! I should have transformed months ago! Maybe I should have tried to join the battle, or at least tried to help the victims! She thought and felt a spark of laughter from her partner. For months her Kwami had tried to get her to transform more than training, and here they were. As she spun head over feet, she looked for the third heroine but couldn’t see her.

As she landed she moved closer to Ladybug she tried to keep her voice from reaching Volpina. “Hey! Where’s your friend?”

Ladybug looked over her shoulder and paled in shock. Bringing her yoyo to her face, she opened it and spoke into it. “Miss Hound, can you hear me? Where are you? Did Lila trick us?”

“Miss Hound here, yeah,” Miss Hound’s voice caused Ladybug to perk up. “Chasing down the head of the Sentimonster, it’s still alive! It has the Duel Akuma! I’ve retransformed it and am moving to attack it! Keep Volpina off me and I’ll meet you at the Tower!”

Ladybug forced down the sheer terror that she was feeling. This is bad, really bad! This has to be his new trick! I have to tell the others, we need to make plans and we’ll need Sabrina a lot more! I should go and help her, but Volpina? I can’t let her go back and cause chaos with the others, I can’t! I have no choice. She thought as she looked down before looking at Volpina, a hard edge in her eyes. “Miss Hound, you’re on your own. I can’t let Volpina circle around to the others. Keep an eye on the head, once I defeat Volpina grab the chaos and get to the tower!”

“Understood! Good luck!” Miss Hound said with confidence in her voice.

Arachne looked at Ladybug and smirked. “Trusting her?”

“I’ve got no choice. And I do,” Ladybug said.

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Volpina smirked as she ran. So far the boss’s plan was working great. All she had to do was keep ahead for the other Akuma to handle the other heroes then lead Ladyslut into a trap! And once she had won this for him, then he could handle her mother. Once he understood just what threat the old witch represented, then he would act. She could spin a lie blaming it on her mother and everything would be perfect! “Oh, I can’t wait until I can hold that bitch’s neck between my hands!”

She almost clapped her hands but stopped herself. It wouldn’t do to give the game away now. As long as Ladybug thought that she was carrying the other Akumatized item, then the plan would work. And without the item, then the others would overpower the other ‘heroes’. And that was all she needed to do, keep one step ahead of Ladybug. And once she had some time, she’d go and pay that little witch Marinette a visit. The things she could do as an Akuma to a human…. Oh, she’s wanted to experiment and now she had a reason to!

As she jumped over another alley she looked over her shoulder. That Ladyslut and the Spider-witch just won’t give up! But then that is how I can trick them….. where’s the dog?! That mutt must be trying to get me from below! Volpina thought as she landed. She brought her flute to her lips and within moments a fog was all over the streets below. “Let’s see if that bitch can get by me now!”

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Chat Noir dodged to the left as the Giant Midnight Crew slammed one of its arms down. Without a word, he ran around it, hoping to keep its attention. So far he had to admit that this was one of the most unusual Akuma fights. From the way that an Akuma went rogue to corruption the Sentimonsters to this, nothing was normal. What has my life become that fighting brainwashed superheroes is normal? I thought dealing with a parent without emotions was all I would have to deal with for the next few years. He thought as she yelled and looked up at the Sentimonster.

As Arashiko yelled and slashed at it with her sword, she kept her mind on the battle. She hadn’t used her abilities yet but she didn’t see any way that using them would help. And before, fighting not even to wound had been taxing. But now that the foe was so large, her weapon couldn’t even wound it enough to count. She had wondered how it had felt to fight the ice cream Akuma and now she knew.

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Rena Rouge jumped and dodged the blasts from the kitsune body as she tried to strike it. So far she and Pegasus had been unable to kill the Sentimonster. Every time Pegasus tried to use his power, the tail snake spat a glob of acid at him. And she had to keep moving, always one jump ahead of the blasts from the kitsune body.

As she spun and dodged another fireball, she looked at it and snarled. I so hate Lila! I mean Fu said the person who gets the feather may make the creature. So why did she even know about this thing? I mean why would she even look it up in the first place?! It’s almost like….. no! she wouldn’t, she couldn’t! She couldn’t be that evil! Rena thought as she landed and dashed towards the body. “Pegasus, get up above and get ready to form a portal for me to you!”

“Got it!” Pegasus said and grinned as he realized her plan.

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As Volpina spun around and looked back at Ladybug and Arachne, she grinned as she prepared to fight. But when the only thing she saw was Ladybug charging at her, she blanched. Trying to find any clue where Arachne was, she was unprepared for Arachne’s ribbon to wrap around her right leg.

Before Volpina could react she was pulled down into the alley below her. As she hit the ground the fact that Akuma were stronger than normal humans helped her. Before even a second had passed she was back up and striking at the Spider Heroine.

Arachne dodged and then slashed down. Volpina jumped over her and then Ladybug came down and kicked Volpina into the ground.

“You can’t just let me do what I want, can you insect!?” Volpina growled as she rolled to her feet. She looked around, both Ladybug and Arachne had her between them, and that was a problem. Both of them were mid-range fighters and she was in a kill box. All she could do was hope that she could escape. “No, fight them here! Don’t give them space to move around!” Shadowmoth sent.

Volpina looked around and nodded, bringing her flute to her lips. As the ribbon and yoyo flew towards her, she jumped and created an illusion of the alley being larger. As she shot towards Ladybug, all she could feel was anger and greed. If she could get her hands around Ladybug’s neck then she could kill the little insect.

But when she got closer, Ladybug kicked out and sent her flying. “Her necklace, her necklace is the item!”

“Got it, Tether!” Arachne called out and she cracked her ribbon at Volpina. Unlike last time, this time the ribbon shot out multiple black lines of silk shot towards Volpina. Before Volpina could land, the silk had wrapped around the necklace. Arachne pulled her ribbon and the necklace of flew off Volpina's neck, breaking the chain.

“NO!” Volpina cried as she landed. Her hands went for it but they missed. Her eyes followed it and they found Arachne looking at her with contempt.

Arachne only looked at Volpina as she grabbed the necklace in both hands and cracked it in two. As soon as that happened a dark purple butterfly and blue feather flew upwards. When this happened purple fog rolled over Volpina changing her back into Lila. Al  she could do was glare at Ladybug. Ladybug’s yoyo shot out, catching both the butterfly and feather.

Ladybug grinned as she pulled her yoyo back, opening it and releasing a pure white butterfly. Pointing her yoyo upwards, Ladybug grinned. “No more evil-doing for you little butterfly! Miraculous Ladybugs!”

As red ladybugs formed out of her yoyo, they swarmed over Paris. Ladybug watched them go before looking at Lila with a glare. “And now you Lila!”

Lila glared at Ladybug as she leaned against the wall. “You must think you’re the big hero! You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you! You take care of everything on the surface, never the shadows!”

Ladybug only looked at Lila in concern. What’s she talking about, what does she know? Is it something she learned on her own, or something that Hawkmoth told her? Ladybug thought as she looked at Lila in concern. But her eyes widened at what happened next.

Lila fell backwards, into a golden doorway that appeared in place of the wall she was leaning on. As she fell in Ladybug shot forward and tried to grab her. She missed by a single moment, and the doorway disappeared.

She looked around, trying to find Lila she felt nothing but shame.

“Come on Ladybug, we’ve got to get to the tower! Miss Hound has to be heading there!” Arachne said as she pulled Ladybug away.

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Miss Hound grinned as she saw the Sentimonster Head disappear. The creature had been running, trying to find a way into the sewer. But she had found it before the monster could escape underground. After attacking it, the head fired blasts from its eyes at her. She dodged, but the blast hit some of the trees, setting them on fire. But then the red ladybugs had appeared, and the fires were out. She looked at the case and grinned. “I did it!”

She felt the sheer joy of Victory. But the feeling was nothing compared to the fact that she had done something that she had chosen to do. Chloe was right, I can be a leader! She’s been supporting me for so long, but I did it! She thought as she started to laugh. For a moment all she could see was the victory that she had won, then the reality crashed down onto her head. She had to move, and she had to move now. Without a single wasted moment, she grabbed the briefcases, running towards the Tower.

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As soon as Pegasus formed the portal Rena Rouge had jumped through it. As he closed it and detransformed back into Max. Rena Rouge had created a Mirage of her and Pegasus jumping down to attack the Sentimonsters. But as Max fed Kaalki, red ladybugs swarmed around the Sentimonster, deforming it.

Rena Rouge just blinked and looked at Max before shrugging. “Trixx, let's rest!”

As soon as she detransformed she moved to feed Trixx, an urgency in her actions.

“We need to get to the others! Even if they got her, Lila might have gotten the other item away,” Max said as he looked towards the courthouse.

Moments later they had transformed. As they ran over the rooftops their tools beeped.

“Ladybug, good job!” Rena Rouge said with a grin.

“Negative, they tricked us. Miss Hound caught it and has the item. We’re moving towards the tower, join us there!” Ladybug’s voice came through and the two heroes nodded and changed direction

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Lila blinked as she looked down. All she could see was a blackened floor, so she just stayed there, trying to understand where she was. She couldn’t see anything. For a moment she wondered just where she was and how she got there. But then the lights dawned on her and she smiled. “Master Hawkmoth, sir? Thank you so much for you for saving me! I can’t wait to talk to you sir! There is so much I have to talk to you about! You just can’t believe what I found out sir!”

After a few moments of silence, she tried to stand up. But as she tried to move something hit he was keeping her down. Before she could even turn to look something had hit her and she fell asleep. The last thing she saw were legs in red sandals walking towards her.

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Salacia jumped as the Giant Midnight Crew attacked again. She had expected something from her abilities, but this was more than she feared. If Hawkmoth ever tried something like this again, then she would need to talk to the others. She still had to get the message

Salacia heard a beep and looked at the river between the buildings. There! That’s the way! It’ll take you to the sewer! You can retransform there! Bolla sent to Salacia. For a moment she hesitated until Roi Singe tackled her away.

“What’s wrong with you? Keep your mind on the battle!” Roi Singe said only for another beep to sound. At this he winced and got off her, helping her up. “Your power, your timer! Go girl, go!”

“I’ll be back!” Salacia said as she dove into the water. She swarm towards the greater river, moving twenty feet a second. She saw a large tunnel and dove into it as she heard another beep. As she saw light ahead she swam upwards. She reached for her right glove, pulling out a large plastic bag from her tool’s ‘item space’.

As she landed she took a deep breath and felt the magic reverse and transform her back into Odine.

As Bolla floated she beamed at Odine. “I told you you’d handle this! And that was perfect, that was how to use Discord!”

Odine only looked away as she pulled out a small bag and opened it. Bolla grinned and shot into it, swiftly eating the small snack.

“Eat fast Bolla, we need to get back to it. I have a bad feeling that something is coming. Something that we need to be there for,” Odine said as she looked up at the stone ceiling.

“Good! My wielders are attuned to the harmony of the world! But if you feel something is coming, then we need to move! Say the words girl!” Bolla Said with a grin as she snuck her head out of the bag.

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“There’s got to be something….. CARACE!” Chat Noir cried out as he suddenly got an idea. And it was such an obvious idea that for a moment he wondered how they didn’t even think about it before.

“Yeah, dude?” Carapace called out.

“Think you can make a dome big enough to hold that thing?” Chat Noir asked with a grin.

Carapace looked at the Sentimonster for a moment he felt doubt. Then he felt the feeling of a gentle support and grinned. “Yeah! I’ll handle this you all dogpile the robo teacher!”

Chat Noir only grinned as he looked at the Sentimonster. He hoped that Ladybug would be able to handle Volpina in the window they had. “Roi Singe, you hang back and guard Carapace, have Salica do the same! Arashiko, with me!”

“RIGHT!” The others all called out as Carapace shot forward.

Chat Noir jumped back and once he was behind Carapace the turtle hero called out his power.

“SHELL-TER!” As the green energy dome formed from Carapace’s shield, it grew until it covered the Sentimonster. As the Giant Midnight Crew roared it tried to break free but it failed.

Chat Noir grinned and as Arasihiko followed after him he felt a spike of pride that his idea worked.

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Dark Owl yelled as he jumped at Lunar Raven, his sword back. Lunar Raven moved to the side and Dark Owl missed. As he got up Lunar Raven came around in a circle and charged at him.

But the blow was stopped by the top of Apisera stopped Lunar Raven’s arm blades.

Apisera glared at Lunar Raven, all the anger she was feeling about how Miss. Buistier had been as a teacher boiling over. If it wasn’t the fact that letting the villain win, I’d help her beat up that principle! Still, this is just the kind of therapy I needed after all! She thought as she locked eyes with the rogue Akuma. “So, did you replace this…… gonna say lunch lady? And are you like that AI that became an Akuma?”

Lunar Raven kept quiet and kicked Apisera away with her right leg. As Apisera flew into the air, a bolt from Viperrion flew at Lunar Raven. She blocked the bolt with her right blade, looking towards where Viperion was hiding.

Before she could do anything Dark Owl threw another disc at Lunar Raven who sliced it in two. She looked at the energy dome that covered the Sentimonster. She frowned as she saw Chat Noir and Arashiko ran toward the building.

Before she could do anything Arashiko was suddenly in front of her and slashing out with her blade. As she dodged the blow, Lunar Raven jumped backwards five feet into the air. Chat Noir appeared, swinging his weapon down at her. Lunar Raven kicked off it, rocketing downward and landed in a crouch.

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As Lunar Raven watched she sent a report to her master. Cover identity broken, heroes assisting Akuma. Chances of escape below ten percent. Requesting help.

Command to Lunar Raven, help sent. Hold out until Combat Drones reach area. Directive changed, send signal to drones then attack and claim Miraculous. Their power source will be an invaluable item for research. For a logical world.

Message received and directive acknowledged. For a logical world.

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As Chat Noir landed next to Apisera, he looked at the scene before him and whistled. “Man, this is something else. I never thought we’d fight with the Dark Owl.”

“Not the best choice,” Apisera said softly.

“Only one you could make,” Arashiko said just as softly.

As Dark Owl got back to his feet he stood behind Lunar Raven as the three heroes fanned out. They were all looking at Lunar Raven as she looked around, her head rotating 360 degrees.

“Option offered. Let this unit retreat and these forces allied to this one will not engage. Otherwise, expect battle,” Lunar Raven said as she crossed her blades in an X.

Apissera only looked at her as the other heroes moved in.

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As she climbed into the Helicopter, all that Nadja could feel was anger. The fact that it took her so long to get back to the station was one thing. The other was that it took the fact someone sent in footage of the horde of Sentimonsters to get her boss moving.

“I tell them that another double attack is happening, and they won’t move. But then they see a picture of the Giant Monster and they send us in. I just don’t get them at all,” Nadja said with a snarl on her face. I can’t believe this! I had to wait until someone posted a pic about it! I need to talk about what my results are worth around here. I swear if they weren’t the only game in town that paid well! She thought as she tried to keep calm. It wasn’t fair to get mad at the people around her, they hadn’t done anything to deserve it. But still, she wondered if she had made a mistake all those years ago sometimes.

“It’s the job boss. What else can we do?” Sarah asked softly as she followed Nadja into the helicopter.

Nadja looked at Sarah and tried to keep what she wanted to say down. It wasn’t the girl’s fault. She was just one of the many employees that worked for the station, just above interns. She and her brother were some of the best they ever had, there was even talk about promoting them. Every show wanted them as part of their production teams. There was even talk about offering them to be extras on a few shows to start.

“We have to keep moving forward Miss Nadja, that’s all we can do. if we stop we die. We have to keep hoping for something better ahead. And that our terrible bosses get what’s coming for them,” Sarah said with a grin.

All Nadja could do was chuckle and shake her head. Her problems with the management were long and not something to get into now. All she could do was hope that they were able to get there in time to catch the heroes winning. If she could get a big enough win then she could get the okay to investigate Marinette’s school. If she found something there then she could silence a lot of the bosses. Then she could show the city the truth. There would be accountability and punishment for what the school let happen.

“Welcome aboard ladies! We’re about to take off…. Who?!” The Pilot barked as he looked up.

All Nadja and Sarah could do was look out the window as ten blocky large helicopter drones flew overhead.

“What the hell!?” Nadja cried out in shock as she looked at the drones. Sarah had gotten out of the helicopter and aimed the camera at the drones, zooming in on them as they flew away.

“What were they?” The pilot asked as he got out of the helicopter and moved towards the edge of the landing pad.

“A scoop. Get airborne!” Nadja cried from the helicopter.

As Sarah climbed into the helicopter after the pilot, she looked at the horizon with a strange look. Those things were all pure tech, so they weren’t golems! Brother I hope you don’t get involved, we have to stay under the radar! She thought as she looked down as the helicopter took off.

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As Rena Rouge landed on the Eiffel Tower’s upper ledge and saw Miss Hound holding the Akuamtized case.

Grinning Miss Hound looked right at Rena Rouge and Carapace as they came over to her. “Look who tracked down the item!”

“How? Wait…. The head was alive too?” Pegasus asked in horror.

Miss. Hound only nodded, shuddering as she did so. “And it had these tentacles.”

“Nightmare fuel right there,” Rena Rouge said with a shudder as well as her face paled in horror.

A moment later Ladybug and Arachne landed on the platform and smiled at them.

Without a word, Miss Hound dropped the briefcase. Pegasus stepped forward, his horseshoe axe in his hand.

“Allow me,” Pegasus said. When Ladybug nodded he swung his axe down, splitting the briefcase in two. As the purple slime went over the briefcase, turning into a stack of papers. Moments later a purple butterfly and blue feather flew upwards.

Ladybug grinned as she started to spin her yoyo. Without a single wasted moment, her yoyo caught the butterfly and grabbed her yoyo. As she pulled it back towards her, red butterflies swarmed away from them. They flew away, heading towards the courthouse.

“One Voyage to order!” Pegasus said with a grin.

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Carapace looked up as he heard cries. He saw Commissaire Bertolfo with a small squad coming towards him.

“Commis! The other police are down that alley! I’ve only got a few minutes before I time out! Get them out of here!” Carapace called out.

But before Commissaire Bertolfo could reply a wave of red ladybugs flew over them all. within moments the Sentimonster roared one last time as it faded away. Carapace dropped the shield and grinned before he paled. “Wait! The lady Akuma, help the others! She’s a robot!”

“I’ll go help the others!” Roi Singe called out as he leaped for the roof and the other heroes.

“Wait what?!” Commissaire Bertolfo asked in shock as he looked upwards. With a word he looked at the officers he brought with him. “Two of you, follow me! The rest of you go help our comrades!”

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As Chat Noir looked at Lunar Raven and Dark Owl, purple smoke suddenly surged over them. Without a word, he stuck his staff into the roof and vaulted over Lunar Raven to land in front of Dark Owl. As the smoke faded away, Damocles blinked as he looked around, trying to remember where he was. As Chat Noir landed, he stepped backwards and almost slipped. Arashiko was there in an instant and grabbed him before jumping downward.

As Miss Buistier turned back to normal, only her two blades were still on her arms. She looked around with her eyes hard and spoke again. “Data fully recorded, final offer to allow hostilities to end peacefully……… rescinded.”

A moment later ten black metal flat triangle shaped drones appeared on the side of the building. Each one was three feet wide and had three helicopter blades at each point. Each one carried a black metal box two feet wide and tall

The boxes dropped and landed on the roof, each one unfolding into a robot. They looked like black metal skeletons with large three-fingered clawed hands.

As Chat Noir and Apisera both went back to back, they looked at the robots.

“Offer; surrender now. Your powers will be studied, copied, and used logically. Survival for a time will be promised. Forces arrayed against you number three times your own. Defeat, impossible,” Bustier said as she pointed her blades at the heroes.

“Odds seem to be more even ya know?” Roi Singe called out from the side. As Buistier turned her head, a bolt of energy shot an inch from her face. One of the drones broke off and crashed behind the building.

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As Arashiko hit the ground and dropped Damocles to the ground. As Commissaire Bertolfo Laborous came towards them Arashiko  glared at Damocles.

“Commissaire, this man was the ‘loyal’ Akuma. I don’t know what caused this, but he might. I’m needed up there,” Arashiko said, and before she jumped upwards to the roof, Carapace followed behind her.

Bertolfo looked from the heroes moving to the rooftop, wondering what had happened. Then he looked at Damocles who was trying to get away. “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Back to the court, I have sentencing to get back to. I might think they made a mistake but it was lawful,” Damocles said as he tried to smile at Bertolfo.

“You’re not going anywhere until I know just what happened here! You!” Bertolfo snapped as he looked at one of the two officers following him.

Damocles looked at them and smiled shakily. “Oh, are you sure? We don’t need to! I was just a small part of this, and the other one, my employee? She was the one who got all emotional. I was just trying to try and calm her down!”

Bertolfo looked at him and then his scowl grew more fierce. “Yeah, I don’t think so. You sir will stay right here!”

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As Carapace and Arashiko joined the others, Chat Noir looked around at the robots and drones. Bustier just stared at them, she seemed to be waiting for something. These things were unlike anything the heroes had faced before, and part of him was worried. So far this had gone completely beyond what he had been expecting. He thought maybe Dark Owl or Volpina. But to have a double attack, then one of them go rogue and be revealed to be a robot? He couldn’t even say that he had expected that this was how the day would go.

Buistier moved backward and looked at the heroes. “Final offer, surrender now or what will happen is on your heads.”

Chat Noir looked at her and tried to keep calm. Something in the cold way she spoke caused him to feel a spark of fear. There was just something in the way that sentence. How it was spoken that made him feel that they were standing on the edge. That everything would change here and now. That this one choice was the turning point.

He looked at the others and saw the same feelings in their eye. In the eyes of all but one who spoke up.

“What will be on our heads?” Roi Singe asked as he twirled his staff.

“This,” Bustier said simply. Moments later five of the remaining drones shot down towards the street.

[banisheed]

TIMING: Pre-goo LOCATION: The Common PARTIES: Owen (@apaininyourneck) and Siobhan (@banisheed) SUMMARY: Falling victim to a promise to share his murders with Siobhan, Owen meets up with her and spills more than he meant to.

A crochet fox tumbled off the bench, its plush body produced an enviable initial bounce and then a pitiful second bounce before it rolled away. Siobhan watched it with a glazed expression; no feeling or thoughts processed in the valley of her mind. Siobhan had no trouble finding the bench beside the man who sold the crochet animals, she did have several troubles with his presence, however. First: the annoying chorus of his hocking of nonsensical animal toys was unbearable the first second she heard it. Second: she didn’t understand why they weren’t crochet dead animals, roadkill made much cuter subjects, though she still preferred the real thing. Third: that the sight of him ruined the green horizon, staining it with his ugly, living human body; he, like the toys, would have looked better dead. She thought she devised the perfect plan when she purchased all his animals, certain that with nothing to sell, he would leave. Instead, as Siobhan piled up the useless toys on her bench, he produced a second box filled with even more crochet animals and a false sense of their worth, imbued by having a woman buy all of his first batch outright. He had become more annoying, Siobhan was buried in a pile of crochet animals, and Owen was nowhere to be seen. Not that she could really see from under the mountain of crochet. 

It was her fault that she refused to look at clocks based on the principle of the matter (how dare something tell her what the time is) but if Siobhan ever admitted something was her fault, the skies would turn red, birds would fall, and rivers would dry up. She thought it was in the best interest of the planet that she remained as she always had been. When Owen finally appeared, or at least, whatever spindly man she assumed to be Owen appeared, she swiped the bench and sent more crochet animals tumbling away. “Sit,” she commanded the man; no ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’ or ‘nice shirt’. “I’ve been sat here covered in these insipid toys; I’ve had a terrible day. I deserve entertainment.” The entertainment in question was the deal they’d made: Owen would tell her about his murders and she would pay him. It was a simple deal, but during rough times (boredom) she needed whatever she could get. Eventually, her manners came back to her. “Siobhan,” she said, hand outstretched. “Like on the internet. Normally I am sexy, today I am covered in toys. Tell me about your murders.” 

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For someone who regularly sought out the unusual, the never before tried, Owen was surprised to find this town still had the ability to reveal something new. Some of the town’s inhabitants did, anyway. Talking blatantly and casually about murder online was more of a joke than anything else, meant to shock and offend. Being asked very seriously about ‘his murders’ in exchange for money was a first. For a moment, Owen considered bailing on the strange woman. Not like he particularly needed the money and talking to weirdos was always draining but something pulled him to the park that day. Morbid curiosity? 

Whatever the reason, Owen found himself surprised, again - a woman sat on the proposed bench, covered in crochet animals. The man at the stand looked very happy with himself, his creations’ lifeless eyes staring into the distance. Kicking away a stray animal that tumbled towards him, he sniffed at the demand. The thought ‘too dumb to be a narc’ popped into his head again. Arms crossing, petulantly not sitting down, Owen cocked his head. Entertainment was a morbid way to describe whatever this exchange was. “I would have picked a different location if I had known about your crochet fetish. My bad.”

Ignoring the offered hand, Owen finally took a seat, leaning back and spreading his legs so more crafts fell to the ground. The seller didn’t look all too pleased with how his work was being treated but a sideways glance from the slayer turned the man’s attention away. “Eager.” He regarded Siobhan curiously before the words spilled out. “First one was at sixteen. If you count beheading something that’s already dead a murder.” Perhaps a bit more information than he’d previously considered providing but Owen had never been all that shy about his origins. And it would be interesting to see this strange woman react. 

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“It’s not a fetish,” Siobhan grumbled, pushing more crochet animals off of her. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was beginning to feel rather fond of them. At least, the weight of all of them felt a little like a very pointy blanket. She didn’t take offense to the lack of hand shaking, she wasn’t sure why humans did it to begin with. As a child, she assumed it was so you could feel up the metacarpals but when became more knowledgeable of the human world, she learned that it wasn’t polite to squeeze so tightly on someone’s hand. “Sixteen?” She repeated. She’d been fifteen herself, not that this was a competition (it was). 

Siobhan hummed, tapping her chin. “No, I don’t count that as a murder. If they’re already dead—a vampire or zombie or what have you—it doesn’t count. You’re just putting them back where they belong.” Was Owen a slayer? It didn’t matter much to her anyway, of all the hunters that existed, she liked slayers the best. They were the only sort she agreed with. “Tell me about a living person you killed.” She turned to him, excitement twinkling in her brown eyes. “Something good! Everyone does a little killing in their adolescence; it’s natural. I want the fun stuff.” She smiled wide. 

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The lack of a reaction, doubled with Siobhan rattling off a few types of monsters, was telling in a way. She wasn’t like him, that much was clear, but knowledgeable for sure. Owen honestly couldn’t tell whether she was simply the weirdest human in town or something different. Either way, she was less than impressed with putting the undead back where they belonged - certainly a sentiment the slayer agreed with - which didn’t leave Owen with a lot of stories he particularly wanted to share. Leaving was always an option. Or just bullshitting this lady since this was resembling a bad prank video a bit too much. 

Lying came easy to Owen, it was second nature when sarcasm was the default and more than half of what left your mouth wasn’t serious in the slightest. Which is why it came as a surprise that the perfectly fabricated story in his mind stayed there when he spoke. “The first one wasn’t on purpose. I was just supposed to stop him, knock him out but human necks are much more fragile than vampires’.” His mouth clamped shut and an expression that was fairly unfamiliar to the slayer slid across his face - confusion. “I think his spine severed the moment the brick hit his head.” 

Without warning, Owen was on his feet, eyes narrowed and heart pounding. Her name had been inches away from leaving his mouth in connection to the story. A story he hadn’t even meant to tell, to this weird as shit stranger who… He felt off, ill almost, with every second that passed when he wasn’t speaking. “It was much easier after the first one. A few slayers, ones that found out about her, threatened her. Used their own weapons to get rid of them. A warning to the rest if they wanted to keep their eyes. Or their scalps.” 

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Siobhan always thought delight looked good on her face; her features were suited to the actions. Her soft pink lips knew just how wide to go, and they pushed up the lightly freckled skin of her cheeks into her big, friendly brown eyes. Siobhan was aware she didn’t have many sharp edges, not really, and it was during her adolescent years—it was always the adolescent years that made a body seem detestable—she hated how soft she looked. As she’d aged, some sharpness had come to her but mostly she just looked like a woman enjoying her time with this lanky man. With the crochet animals on her lap, none of the grotesqueness of their conversation was apparent and she reveled in the dichotomy. She also reveled in the adorability of Owen’s actions against the futility of his situation. Even as a slayer, he was still just as silly as every other human.

A few more crochet animals tumbled from her lap: a fox, a sheep, a racoon and a bear. “Divine,” Siobhan hummed, imagining the crunch of his spine and the almost comical thud noise blunt objects made against the human body. Did the brick shatter when it hit the ground? Did his body bounce? What had Owen’s face looked like, staring down at the accident? What did he think when blood started to pool out from under the body? How did he hide? Did he even bother to? “Her?” Siobhan asked but she was smart enough to put the pieces together; what kind of a ‘her’ would earn the ire of slayers? “Love? Family? Sentimentality is strange, isn’t it? It can twist you against your own people.” She knew all about it.

Siobhan waved her hand in the air. “Okay, so how many was it? How many people did you kill for ‘her’? Did she think it was romantic? I would.”

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His throat felt constricted, pieces settling together as the familiarity of the fog over his mind registered. Fae. A fucking fae that he had made an honest to fuck deal with. Apparently, the internet was fair play when it came to getting mind fucked. Siobhan looked completely unphased by the slayer now looming over her, even as anger settled over his features. It didn’t matter that the man responsible for adding stuffed animals to this situation was still present, still very curious about what was going on - a knife was withdrawn from inside Owen’s coat all the same. Except she was still rattling off questions and he was still obligated to answer them. 

“I lost count. Couple dozen, at least,” he gritted out, the sound of panicked footsteps running in the opposite direction reaching his ears. At least the damn audience was gone. Which allowed Owen to lean in closer, one arm braced on the bench behind her, the other holding the knife tight against her chest. It wasn’t iron but it would still hurt like a bitch. “We’re not talking about her and the deal is off. Now.”

The words burned his throat, made his grip on the knife a little bit shaky. Not part of the deal. “Lots of cut jugulars, it’s easy and quiet.” They kept spilling out but at least Owen had made no deal to answer questions about her. “Decapitation if I needed to make a point. Sometimes asphyxiation, sometimes they were supposed to wake up again but didn’t.”

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“Oh, getting kinky, are we?” Siobhan grinned, flush with delight. The sting of his knife digging into her chest was an electric thrill across her body; sharp pains were her favorite, nothing like the throbbing ache of a punch or the burning aftermath of a stab. A firework; brilliant and bright, popping under her skin. It was easy to say that Siobhan adored knives. From the mess of crochet animals, her hand slipped out and she pressed one of her knives to the underside of his wrist. “I didn’t know you felt this way about me, Owen. Oh, you’re just an adorable lad, aren’t you?” Most people didn’t understand that she could kill them far more easily than they could kill her; it wasn’t the knife Owen had to worry about, which she held rather casually at an admittedly weak angle for herself, but the seconds it would take her to breathe. Hands moved slower than mouths. Screams happened faster than jugular slashes and she didn’t even need to scream, that right kind of squeak would do it. To Siobhan, practiced in her deadliness, threats were a baby’s babbling and the fact that no one ever seemed to understand this was the thing that actually scared her; boredom was terrifying. 

It was for that reason that she never screamed; her fun had to be invented when the sort of people she was stuck dealing with were so unoriginal. “Sore subject, Owen?” Siobhan’s grin widened, spreading lopsidedly across her face. “I didn’t know you had a lover’s heart under there; all broken now, is it? Do you see her? When you think of taking off my head, do you see hers? Do you imagine the curve of her neck, the softness of her lips? Do you see her teeth? You must have loved her teeth. Did she bite you? Did you like it when she did? Did it make you feel loved?” Siobhan shook her head, pitching her knife harder against his wrist, forcing him to make a choice: either try to kill her or take the bloody thing away. “Darling, you’re all smoke. You see it, don’t you? You’re a dying fire, smoldering; smoke in the shape of a man.” She shook her head again. “I release you from your promise to me, pet.” 

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The threat of a knife to the chest did literally nothing except delight the fae who seemed to grow more amused by the second. Owen, on the other hand, was a breath away from snapping. There weren’t many situations where he wouldn’t be amused and interested in a discussion about the innate nature of knives which didn’t involve killing but this was one of them. His head felt stuffed to the brim with more and more memories, stories being dragged to the surface by the deal, stories that had successfully been kept under lock and key for years. “And you’re a bitch,” he hissed back, even with a second blade now added to the equation. Not a clever retort by far but at least it wasn’t yet another admission from his past. 

With every word Siobhan spoke, his knuckles grew whiter, edge of his knife pressing harder against her chest even as it caused the blade against his own skin to do the same. Owen wanted to laugh at her, to belittle the words she cooed like facts but the only thing waiting on the tip of his tongue was the reasoning for all the murders which would only confirm the fae’s little narrative. He would have shoved the knife through her chest then and there, consequences to his own odds of survival be damned, if the knowledge that she would just enjoy it hadn’t been lingering. 

The noise he made as he finally backed away was closer to a growl than anything else, a few stray drops of blood trickling from his wrist. Smoke didn’t bleed. Smoke didn’t feel all encompassing anger of the likes currently directed at Siobhan. 

A veil lifted then, clearing his mind from the pressure of more stories, more sharing, but leaving behind the bitter aftertaste and the fae’s cleverly concocted words. Owen could try to kill her now but he didn’t have the equipment, didn’t have the knowledge. Didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of taking his life along with everything else she had managed to claim in just these last few minutes. “You don’t know shit,” he spat instead, still clutching at the knife like a lifeline. “And the only fact here is that I’m going to find you again.” 

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“Oh no, not a bitch…” Siobhan teased, her voice withered through the air in one extended breath. Where Owen’s anger filled the space between them, an almost palpable heat that rose off of his contorted features, Siobhan found herself increasingly curious. What happened with his vampire lover that turned him so sour? Did she get bored of him? Did he suddenly know better, that higher being wouldn’t fall for a pathetic human? No, Siobhan reasoned that if he’d been the one to break off their little engagement, he wouldn’t be so angry about it. It must have been her and whatever she did, he must have really loved her. Did he kill her? Did he have the strength to watch his lover leave? Siobhan ached to know, as if Owen’s life was some book she’d tossed open and now needed the ending of. He wouldn’t give it to her. Likely, if she tried, he’d stab her and he wouldn’t be a gentleman about it. Pity. 

“Oh no, you’re going to find me? What are you going to do? Cry at me?” Siobhan dug around her crochet pile until she found a little bunny, with ears longer than its chunky, gray crochet body. She held it out to him, ears flopping; a harmless creature, a sweet, innocent, rosy-cheeked creature. “One for the road, Owen? Maybe if you hug it while you sleep it’ll send your sad dreams away.” She watched blood drip from his wrist in drops so tiny that she couldn’t find them when they fell. He clutched his knife like that was the thing he slept with and Siobhan thought that he probably did. “Owen, darling, don’t be cross with me. You’ll still be filled with self-loathing if you kill me. As much as it pains me to say this, sometimes murder is not the solution.” She shook the bunny. “Well?” 

—

Owen knew he should have left by now. Maybe if he was someone who was used to his confidence getting dug at, his whole being turned inside out, he would have recognized the signs that this was well and beyond over. Well, he did recognize the signs but was foolishly choosing to ignore them because she couldn’t be allowed to have the last word. His jaw ached from the tension of clenching it, narrow eyes turning from the fae to the fluffy creature being held out to him. 

“You’ve heard my stories. I’ll think of something creative for you,” he gritted out, furious at how the tables were turned. Normally the one putting people on edge, the one getting threatened with violence while casually grinning, now Owen found himself on the other end of it. With a heavy exhale, his grip on the knife loosened slightly, blood finally flowing back into the clenched fingers. “Not the solution, no. Going to be really fucking fun and satisfying, though.” 

The knife sliced through yarn and cotton with ease, leaving only half a torso and a head in Siobhan’s hand, fluff dripping from the bunny like blood. Owen stalked away once the offending bunny had gotten what it deserved, which was a picnic compared to what he would do to Siobhan when the time came. 

[crossovernonshipstournament]

I love the thought you are putting into James and Boyd. Like for this poll that is your endgame dynamic. You know your golden children and you've prioritized.

During the poll for Commissioner Gordon and Commander Fox (which was a lovely image thank you) I had a similar moment. Like I could keep coming up with propaganda for them. But...they're not my favorite that's still in the running.

So I left them to the fate and whims of the voters and saved my energy. Also, I feel like Commander Fox and Commissioner Gordon would have wanted Beaks to be continued to be tormented. They've had their fair share of rich jerks they couldn't touch. It's nice to see one get what they deserve.

Thanks! One thing I've learned as a pollrunner that really surprised me is that I have a very strong sense of fairness that comes into play, and trying to balance that while also not pretending that I don't have my own preferences is tricky- it wouldn't be fair if I went around talking about how great all of my personal pet submissions are, so I decided to just prioritize. James and Boyd mean so much to me; quite apart from how much of DTLS is such a big part of my life in so many ways, James and Boyd are very much a projection of my relationship with my own best friend. While we are certainly not the same people as them, we both identify with our respective fave to the point of taking their names, and both identify them as, respectively, closet key and egg cracker for our identities. Boyd means everything to me because my friend Boyd means everything to me, and so his relationship with James, who means so much to me as well, is all tangled up in those feelings. As much as I love all of our other DTLS dynamics and crossover relationships, none of them are ever going to mean as much to me as those two do.

[gothsavagehildax]

*The Cat In The Hat (2003) Review*

*Playing MGM/UA Home Video (1993) for intro in my version*

*Maleficent Fanatic 1999*

*Enjoy the post*

Before I get started with this review, I'm gonna put The Fox and the Hound 1&2 on hold.

That's because today is Dr Suess's birthday.

So happy heavenly birthday to Dr Suess, because I miss him so much he did a very good job for making these books for the fun memories.

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Now I'm going to do a review based off of the book.

So the story is in the movie, it's about the “Boss” walks to the meeting and the Boss fired the guy for being late.

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Then after that we got “Joan” also known as the mother.

She gets home from work, then he discipline Conrad which is “Her Son”

Then we got “Larry Quinn” found the dog and being nice at the beginning of the movie.

After that we got The Cat in the Hat who was awesome, along with things.

Then a few weeks later, they accidentally made a mess in the house, and damage it for no reason at all.

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Then after that Cat and the others cleaning the house when “Joan” is at work.

And at the end they have a party, Cat and Things going on vacation, so that's how I describe the story of this movie.

I think this movie is awesome in my opinion, and I really enjoyed it.

Well, I think this movie is way better than Freddy Got Fingered.

Even though fuck Freddy Got Fingered, because it's the worst movie from (2001)

So what do I think of The Cat in the Hat (2003)?

I really enjoyed watching this movie.

Well, that sucks when the critics giving it a negative reviews.

I know some of the people who hates this movie like “Arkie” “The Nintendork” “Nostalgia Critic” “Lambo rockstrikesback” “Jonathan's Media Shack” “MovieGuy 2005” “Harry Thomas” and some of the other people who hate this movie.

But I can handle their opinions on this movie.

Well as for me? I really enjoyed this movie.

I gave this movie a positive reviews.

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I will not give this movie a negative reviews.

We'll get to the villain later.

The story in this movie is great.

The characters are awesome.

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I do like the boss “Mr. Humberfloob” he played by Sean Hayes.

I still like Sean Hayes, because he's a very good actor who's in “Will & Grace” “Cats & Dogs” “Buzz Lightyear of Star Command” and some of the other shows and movies he's in.

The music is great.

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I do like the songs called “Getting Better” and “Hang On” by Smash Mouth because those are really good songs.

Even though rest in peace to “Steve Harwell” who was a good singer who sings my favorite songs are part of my childhood.

The end credit was awesome, because that brought tears inside of my eyes. It brings me back nostalgia for the fun memories.

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Now let's get into the villain named “Larry Quinn”

He's the weakest villain in this movie. I'd rather say he's not that bad as “Jim Brody” from Freddy Got Fingered.

MORE FUCK FACE GOT NOTHING!!!

YES I GAVE “FREDDY GOT FINGERED” AN INSULT BECAUSE THAT MOVIE DESERVES IT!!!

Sorry for me being off-topic. I just wanted you guys to know.

So yeah there's nothing I can say.

I really enjoyed watching this movie, and I feel regret for getting rid of that movie on VHS back in December (2020) right after christmas.

I do want to get this movie back for my collection like I will get some VHS, DVD, Blu-Ray, imports with all regions soon in the future, after I get a region-free VHS/DVD Player, and Blu-Ray as well.

So after all I'm giving this movie a 10/10. It was awesome and masterpiece.

Well, I promise I will do my review on The Fox and the Hound 1&2 on the 4th, If not then I'll just do it on the 9th before I'm gonna have some 26th birthday dinner.

So anyways, I will see you guys later and peace out everyone.

*Playing MGM/UA Home Video (1993) for outro in my version*

*Thanks For Reading*

[clone-anon]

Can I get something soft for Commander Fox? Like going to a date or just generally roaming around

Absolutely! Fox needs to get out and have some fun. I wasn't sure where this was going, but then the story made its own decision.

Fox stood up right on time, ready to leave. He put up his hands at the troopers who walked through his door.

"No more flimsi. No more datapad." He shuffled past the men who showed up with last minute questions. "We are done for the day. Ask me when I get back."

He made his way to your apartment after putting on his best fatigues. He tried his hardest to mentally set aside work and focus only on you. As soon as you opened the door, he smiled as you kissed his cheek.

"Ready," he asked. You nodded and reached for his hand. Fox took it and gave it a gentle squeeze and kiss.

You wandered around, stopping for dinner at your favorite local spot. The food was always good and the people were friendly. You took your time, sitting close to each other and people watching through a window while eating.

You spent the rest of the evening walking around and window shopping. That is, until you came to one window in particular. You held his hand tight and pulled him into the store.

Fox laughed at your sudden joy and raised an eyebrow at the objects of your fascination. "What even are those?"

Your eyes danced as you touched them. Different animals, all plush. All soft. All round.

"They're called squishmallows," you replied, picking one up and holding it to him. "Feel."

Fox sighed but took the offering. It was soft. It was pleasant to hold and had a cute face. You handed him another one and he held one in each arm. He had to admit there was something appealing about holding them and he loved how much you seemed to love them.

"I'm buying these," you stated, taking two from the shelf and walking up to the counter to pay.

He chuckled and shook his head, placing the ones he held back on the shelf. After you walked out of the store and toward home again, you handed him the one that looked like a bantha.

"Here," you said. "I want you to have this."

Fox looked at you sweetly, held it gently, and replied, "A bantha. Like from your home planet."

"That's right," you said. "And I get the vulptex."

When you got home, you put on a holomovie. You sat down, each now holding your squishmallows and each other. He kissed your temple and held you close. The movie was soon forgotten as you both fell asleep.

[what-is-even-going-on-69]

[yourfairygodmotherorsomething]

General Information

Full name: Sonia (deadname Sunny) CT-4808, GAR Logistics Officer, Coruscant. In some stories she gets adopted by Quinlan Vos, so then she is Sonia Vos, but not always.

Battalion: 000, Coruscant Logistics.

Age: early CT, of a similar age to Hardcase. Older than Rex. I gave her the number 4808 (even though it was sooooo tempting to give her the boob number, but she has to be an older CT)

gender: female

Species: Concord Dawn Human Variant (or as they say in Mandospace ‘mando’ad haaranovor’birov (born Mandalorian, hiding many [species]) in that they look human, but tend to have a lot going on in their generic soup. And the clones have that going on even more overtly, because the kaminiise pulled stuff out to give the clones different traits.

Clone Varient: CT Command stream Fett standard: Togruta trial stream; Trans female. (She has teef, tapetum lucidum (and great eyesight in low light which is Handy on Coruscant), and species who can see UV spec can see she has some cool stripes maybe she can see on the UV spec….? not sure yet)

Planet of Origin: Kamino

City of Birth: Tipoca City.

Current place of living: Coruscant

Religion: small gods for small people

Mother tongue: the vod’e have no mother. Republic Basic, Republic Sign, limited Mando’a

Dialect: Didi, and Vodo’a; what would later be labelled as ‘Fordo’s dialect’.

Job title: as of deployment, GAR Logistics Distribution Supervisor. She was recruited to be the Coruscant Guard Commaders’ aide about six months into the war. They really deserve to have one aide each (at least), but they technically shouldn’t have any. Thorn restored her status as a Shock Trooper, then promoted her to Major so they could collaborate on acquisitions for the contraband exploits they were both engaging in. Shortly after this, Fox grounded her for getting face tattoos (and talking two much higher ranking vod’e into doing the same), and she became the the office wrangler. Thankfully she was very good at it.

Relationships: She is often touted as having been the first vod to get their heart broken in the GAR. It was so bad the Alphas blacklisted the guy’s name for all of the vod’e. Later, after a few more misses she meets a Noorian (the same near human species as Master Tahl) hairdresser who works in the undercity, and falls deeply in love. Thankfully this time her affection is reciprocated.

On a more platonic level she is best buds with (Commander) Stone and (CMO) Garrote. She is the baby sister of the three CC Commanders, in a similar way Rex is to Cody. They found her later but she’s that little bit younger than them so they have experiences in common and stuff.

She gets adopted by Quinlan Vos in some universes. Because she deserves it.

Likes: bright colours, fashion, aiwahas, tookas, jizz music. She is obsessed with Tholme’s radio show, and in some universes Quinlan likes to joke she convinced him to adopt her so she can be related to Tholme. She loves playing the space keytar. like Tholme.

She loves nice smelling things and hair care, and learning how to mix up hair products. She likes cute, fun things, and many of her siblings carve hair sticks and hair charms out of old armour so she can put pretty things in her hair.

Dislikes: The Senate. Senators. Cheaters. War. Rapists. Slavers. The Chancellor. The Chancellor. The Chancellor. The Chancellor. The Chancellor. The

Childhood: From a fairly early CT batch, she was headed for Captain, but she was too idiosyncratic. she couldn’t keep herself to standard in behaviour or priorities and so she was moved to Logistics. The thing is though she has a solid head for logistics, to the point where she was acquiring extra items like caf, hoth chocolate and stuff to slip into the supplies. Then Thorn came along after he and Fox were posted to Coruscant, and he had a few more friends in high places to go with her friends in low places and so they were able to add fruit juice to make bootleg tihar out of, and thanks to thorn’s contacts in the Medicorps, a safe, consistent supply of hrt for the sisters who couldn’t wait till the end of the war, even if it was a risk of decommissioning when they were suddenly non-Fett Standard.

Teenage years: She met a musician early early on in the war, when they were still sleeping on their floor and building their barracks. Before The Wall was The Wall and before Fordo’s Rule was in place.

He got her into music which was awesome but he tried to cheat with Thorn when he arrived on Coruscant, and she found out he’s cheated on her before that, which broke her heart.

Adulthood: Quinlan teaches her about hair care and she learns how to mix up his ‘mission poo’, which is a powder form of shampoo that can be used dry for the sonic, or mixed into a wet version to create a lather for a water wash.

The recipe was originally distributed by Bly and the 327th, but when Sonia met Quinlan she asked him about the details, and learned about what he uses when he isn’t on mission in hives of scum and villainy. He also teaches her a lot of braiding techniques and other skills, some history and details of different species’ hair traditions and significance, and introduces her to some of his friends in the industry. After the war, she opens up a market stall, but she mostly sells her stuff to her vod’e.

First time mentioned: Only a Moment to Touch Your Skin (very briefly), First Love more solidly.

What is their role: Litte Sister. Older Sister. Trouble Maker. Caf hookup

Pets: I think she will have a tooka? haven’t made them yet though.

Physical Characteristics: she has corrie red tattoos on her eyes. She has an excellent pair of boobs she grew herself that she’s very proud of. Her hair is long, and is kept bleached and coloured. Generally whatever colour she can get for cheap, and it ends up being like lines of colour as she just touches up the regrowth and leaves the other bit as the previous colour to save on dye

Armour Paint/Characteristics: Corrie Red, the hal'cabur is painted to resemble a bustier, with flame detailing. there is a bright pink heart on her ven'cabuur. On the shebs’cabuur is text that reads ‘rape is a warcrime’. The armour is set up in Besbe their Goran’s secret office, because she got caught before she went to run the Komr’k in it.

She refuses to repaint it and now it doesn’t fit. So it stays there, giving morale for the corries that have to keep their pain Corrie Standard due to Fordo’s Rule. Bes says the brush work is spectacular.

Eye colour: Brown

Hair colour: Multicoloured, as detailed above.

Skin colour: Brown

Vices: She got into death sticks for a while but managed to kick it. She is very partial to Cup’s tihar.

Bad habits: non compliance. deviation from standard.

Good habits: She is a good friend, diligent in practising her instruments, and she doesn’t just get stuff for herself, she wants to share the happiness with as many of her siblings as she can in as many ways as she can. She’s very successful, too. Many spikes in morale throughout the GAR actually have her to thank. She is a major source of serotonin for Fox and the Commanders especially, and Garrote too.

Clothing style: bright colours. She likes wearing strappy tops under her undershell to make her feel more feminine, and once she has boobs they help with support. She has lots of little fun details and accessories that make every outfit an adventure.

Health issues: prone to depression and suicidal tendancies.

Tattoos: corrie red flame tatts on her eyelids. I think she has others, but I don’t think I’ve worked out what yet, something from the invisibke ink by Cosmé at the very least.

If she gets adopted by Quinlan, then she gets qukuuf.

Piercings: nipple rings. She thinks Quinlan’s kyber tits are awesome. She can’t get hold of any kyber (probaby) but she does have some pretty pink stones in them that still look fantastic.

Talents: morale lifting. logistics. finding good caf in amounts that would blow the mind and managing to distribute it. getting ‘hunches’ that certain battalions need certain things and sending them (the hunches are actually that she hacks Fox’s datapadds and snoops on how all of her siblings are doing). The most extreme example is when the Novacorps were having a rodent infestation in their supplies and there were baby tookas eager to hunt included in their next delivery.

The logistics vod’e who delivered that one were incredibly smug but tight lipped.

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CHARACTER SHEET

Sonia CT-4808, GAR Logistics Officer, Coruscant.

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Image description for images is in the alt text attached to the first image. The second image is a close up of Sonia’s face from the first image.

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Sixth day of Yaypril, featuring the Corries!

Day 6 - Cooking for someone else

When he enters the Guard’s breakroom, Fox immediately notices how incredibly nice it smells in there. He scrunches up his nose, wondering for a second if he has started hallucinating due to his lack of sleep, until he spots Thire cooking some ingredients he doesn’t recognize. That explains the pleasant scent that floats in the air, although it is still an unusual occurance.

The Coruscant Guard only has kitchen equipments because the building they live in came with it. No one expects them to actually use it, not when they’re supposed to live off tasteless rations only. Force knows where Thire found enough food to actually cook; Fox only hopes it’s not something that could get him in trouble.

“Some of my batchmates are on leave. They brought back a few ingredients from far-away planets and recipes for me to try. Nothing to worry your pretty head about.” Thire explains with a chuckle, as if reading his mind.

“I wasn’t worrying, and certainly not about you.” Fox retorts, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, sure.” The other commander laughs, obviously not buying any of it. “Instead of pretending not to care, which you’re awful at by the way, why don’t you give my cooking a taste? It’s almost done.”

Although the offer is tempting, Fox shakes his head. It’s not something he can accept.

“It’s a gift from your batchmates. You should be the one to enjoy it.”

“And what if my way of enjoying it is by sharing it with my vode?”

“Then I’m sure there are plenty of shinies who would enjoy it more than I will.”

This time, Thire rolls his eyes, clearly growing tired of Fox’s excuses.

“Don’t be stubborn. I’ve seen you skip lunch two times in a row. If anyone here deserves this, it’s you. And just so you know, I’ve already shared with the shinies all kind of sweets my brothers  gave me, but you need a full meal. So now, you will enjoy the food I made for you before I change my mind and give it to Grizzer.”

Before Fox can protest any further, Thire puts a full plate on the table right in front of him, along with the appropriate silverware. The commander of the Guard sighs, understanding it’s a battle he won’t win. He can’t name any of the food he’s being faced with, but it makes his empty stomach growl all the same.

Fox plans on taking a small bite and then mockingly asking Thire Happy now?, but he forgets all about it after getting a first taste. It’s the best thing he’s eaten in way too long. He’s suddenly reminded of how starved he is, and teasing Thire stops being such an urgent concern. Still, he tries his hardest to take his time and appreciate the food, since such a tasty meal is a scarcity on Coruscant.

“Enjoying my cooking, commander?” Thire smugly grins.

“Like you don’t know the answer already… I… I am grateful for this, okay?” Fox admits, because one way or another, it has to be said.

Something in Thire’s expression immediately softens.

“Glad to be of service.” He smiles, reminding Fox once more that while the Coruscant Guard might have gotten the shorter end of the stick, he’s lucky enough to be surrounded by brothers who will always have his back.