#but don't worry next chap will have a bigger part

[somewherebetweendisorder]

Time

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Warnings: just fluff

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Something nudges your cheek, attempting to draw you from the realm of sleep. You groan, swatting it away, startled by the fleshy thud, the burst of quiet laughter right next to your ear.

"Jasonnnn," you whine, scooting away from his hot breath and peeling your eyes open just enough to take in the red numbers on the alarm clock. "It's seven o'clock, Jason Peter Todd! Why am I awake?"

"I was lonely." His voice is quiet, barely more than a grating whisper, his morning voice thick, his words spoken simply. You roll over so you can face him, huffing at how ridiculous he is but with no real frustration. It's Jason, he's pretty, too pretty to be upset with. His eyes are still blurry with sleep, only half open and vaguely focused on you, hair wild and frizzy from rubbing on his pillow all night, he looks younger like the trouble and years have fallen away.

The blistery light filtering into the room is too bright, making you squint just a little as you take in Jason's face in the soft glow. Your foot brushes his, causing you both to smile, legs tangling together beneath the plush duvet. This moment is one of your favorites. A new day outside your window, but inside it's just you and him, twisted together like one person in his bed, lazy and happy. You're always slow to rise on days like these, sappy, lethargic like the world is stuck in molasses, sweet and unhurried.

"Let's stay in bed all day," you suggest, knowing your boyfriend won't disagree. He's leaning in to kiss you in response, chapped lips tipped up into a barely there smile, eyes full of mirth at the idea, borderline giddy.

"After," you stop him with a finger pressed firmly to his lips, your own lips parting when he kisses the soft pad of your finger, tenderly but full of passion, like he wants you to know something. Something he doesn't have to say. "After you brush your teeth."

Jason rolls his eyes but immediately throws the blankets off in a dramatic flurry of movement, earning a laugh from you. You watch for just a moment as he walks away, appreciating the muscles contracting across his back. Broad shoulders.

"Wait! I'm coming too!" you call to his retreating back, scrambling to get out of bed, instantly missing the warmth and comfort. Tripping into the bathroom just behind him, you plow into his back, rubbing your forehead as you grumble under your breath.

"What the hell, dude?"

"Stay back, babe. There's a big spider."

You squeeze under his arm, trying to find the spider in question. There on the cream-colored tile, a tiny little dark spot against the bright floor is a spider no bigger than your pinky tail. Really, it's smaller than that, but for Jason's benefit, you try to see it as large. Try and fail.

"Jason."

"I'll take care of it, don't worry." He's reaching for a square of toilet paper as he speaks, tongue poking out from between his lips in concentration like this is truly some great feat of bravery for him.

"Jason."

Your hand on his arm stops him, looking over his shoulder at you, big blue eyes questioning. "He's tiny. Leave him alone."

He whips around to fully face you, incredulous, mouth agape. "Leave it? Those things are deadly!"

"I think we can manage. C'mon, we're just supposed to be brushing our teeth, not disrupting the peace. You can kill the spider if it leaves the bathroom. Deal?"

He sighs heavily, long-suffering, casting a distrustful look over his shoulder at the offensive creature who hasn't moved since you entered the bathroom. Hell, it may already be dead. "Fine."

Happy you won the non-argument you hand him his toothbrush, holding yours out as he squeezes a small ball of toothpaste onto the bristles. Wetting your brush beneath a trickle of water you wince as Jason shoves his into his mouth dry.

He grins at your curled lip, tapping his finger off your nose.

"Do you wash your hands without water too?" you tease, eyebrows raised as though no matter what he answers you'll take it as a yes.

"Saves water, baby. I'm eco-friendly."

You shake your head, bumping his hip with your own, smiling softly to yourself as you watch his face in the mirror. His features are expressive, fingers on his unoccupied hand tapping out a catchy beat against the laminate. Your eyes trace the scars littering his face and neck, a careful path down his exposed chest, all of them familiar.

Somehow you both manage to slide closer, thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder, as near to one another as you can be. He glances down at you, lifting his hand to wipe a stray glob of foamy toothpaste from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

The affectionate gesture short circuits your brain, sending your emotions into a hormonal frenzy, desperate for Jason, all of him, needing him all to yourself.

As soon as both toothbrushes clink in the glass cup you store them in, bristles slightly damp, bumping into each other before stilling in the cup, Jason is pulling you in, large hands on your hips, eyes serious, lips seeking yours. The instant his mouth is on yours you can't remember why you stalled, why you didn't demand a kiss as soon as your eyes opened this morning. Soft lips, hot tongue, enough spit to illicit a loud moan that Jason swallows without hesitation. Your fingers are pulling on the ends of his hair, pleading with him for more, earning a happy groan.

Hot fingers against your skin have you shivering in pleasure, hands circling his neck, fingers scraping over muscle and bone, leaving pink lines in their wake. His hands are cupping your butt, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you don't resist, squeezing your thighs. The shudder that crawls up his spine is worth it.

When he finally pulls away, a shit-eating grin on his face, you're breathless and dizzy, looking up at him with lovesick eyes.

"Come along, Y/N. Your day in bed awaits."

You slide down his chest, lingering, sneaking another kiss before you take a small step back. With a sweeping gesture, he lets you step past him, the worn carpet beneath your bare feet a familiar path back to his room. He closes the door behind you with a soft click, a soft expression on his face as you crawl beneath the covers, curling into a ball.

"You comin' or what?"

He nods, pulling his curtains closed to shroud the room in as much darkness as possible, wanting to keep your bubble intact, needing to have you alone today.

"We should get a dog," he blurts, eyes widening with an edge of panic the second the words leave his mouth, waiting with bated breath for your reaction. His lips are struggling to form words, an apology, an explanation, some slew of unnecessary syllables.

"We should," you agree, voice soft, reassuring, watching as he visibly sags with relief, tension bleeding into the air around him before dissipating. "A Corgi maybe? Or a French Bulldog," you continue, easily losing yourself in the idea of having a puppy with Jason.

That would be the pinnacle of your life. Coming home from work to Jason cooking dinner to surprise you, feeding harmless scraps to a puppy who waddles over to you the moment you step into the room, trailed by your boyfriend tugging you into a kiss. The idea had never before crossed your mind, but now it seems impossible that you survived without the mental image, the pleasant domesticity of it all turning you to mush in Jason's bed.

"I want a big dog," his voice breaks through your reverie, an argument, but you're much too docile in this state to care.

"A big dog? Yeah, okay. That's fine. A German Shepherd? Or a Doberman?"

Jason hums, finally slipping into bed next to you, body curling around yours. "Yeah, maybe one of those. I don't really know."

"We've got time to figure it out, Jase."

He smiles down at you, eyes bright with something you can't quite describe, happy and relaxed, just enjoying one another's presence.

You've got time.

[yanderesimp2000]

(Im back) alastor x fem Cat demon chap 1/???

This is not sexual/romantic since al is aroace but it is dark he is fond of you but in a master/pet type way this takes place in an alt universe where alastor dosnet go into the Hazbin hotel

TWs: you fate is worse then death, Physical abuse, degradation, fearplay, and everything you expect from alastor, Reader gets angry easy, user does cat stuff

Your life isn't  the greatest even when you are alive your life sucked there's always too much debt and people chasing after you because you're in a Rival gang And one day they just got to you shot you point blank and that's how you ended up here and literal hell trapped in this ugly cat body and even then you got in trouble with loan sharks they just kept chasing you no matter what you did So eventually you got desperate what about the  horror stories of what happens to people who sold their soul but you would do anything to get these loan sharks off your ass the next day you were thinking about who to Sell your soul to but then one of the loan sharks came beat you bloody and took your wallet eventually you were left on the Alley Bleeding Out

As you are blacking out you heard someone coming after you you thought it was one of those loan sharks coming to finish you off you couldn't see you were too weak to open your eyes but you heard a strange voice " oh dear do you need help don't worry I'm not like those cruel evil debt collectors I'm a gentleman and I'm wondering if you want help " before you could even respond to that question he scooped you up in his arms and started caring you somewhere you struggled a little trying to escape thinking whoever this man was he was going to hurt you but he just kept holding you that same static voice came back on again " be careful dear you're wasting energy I'm just making sure you're okay what type of man would I be if I didn't " you try to struggle again but you are too weak too eventually you pass out and wake up on a bed with water next to you and that same man looking at you then you realize who he is the radio demon who massacred Lots of the strongest overlords suppose you going to do to you was he going to kill you hurt you those are you could think about he came up to you and said  " oh I'm glad you're awake I thought you would never wake up if you want to Coma that would be very unfortunate " he then leaned down and started to touch your ears a big sensitive spot of yours he was scratching them gently maybe trying to calm you down but it just got you on edge you slapped his hand away and growls " don't touch there " the demon found your effort amusing and said " oh dear I'm very sorry" he patted your head and said " I'm so sorry that happened to you how could anyone do that to you "

The demon looked down at you that creepy smile still there before he said something again " I have a proposal to make I will keep you safe and protect you from any of those pesky loan sharks coming after you again and you can just do a couple things for me so what do you say do you want to make a deal" you still not wanting to accept but feeling obligated because you are at his Mercy and he is one of the most powerful overlords in hell so none those Loan Sharks would come up after you raised one of your paws and gently put it in his hands another part Of Your hellish existence is that you have no thumbs so you can't really carry anything or grip onto anything plus your just slightly bigger than the average house cat you've only been in hell for a year  and you get how bad it really is the demon grinned an even creepier smile and said " good good you're very smart Kitty " he giggled while rubbing your head this made you mad but you are too weak to speak up about it just didn't have the energy " so I'll just leave you head of rest yell if you need anything " alastor said before walking out the room

1 week later

life with alastor hasn't been so bad your pretty much recovered from your attack and just lounge around his house its weird he hasn't asked much of you and he's gone most of the day so you just do what you want that was until the incident today happened you were lounging on a wooden kitchen island when he walked over to you and started to pet your ears you didn't like it and tried to get up and jump off the counter but he used his other hand to gently keep you on the counter you told him to stop multiple times but he didn't seem to listen eventually you were scared you were gonna start purring which is a sign of weakness for you so after one has scream for his to stop you unscathed your claws and swiped at him skimming his left arm before you hissed and said "DONT TOUCH ME THEIR IM NOT YOUR FUCKING PET" he didn't seem to react other then a light giggle "oh have you forgot the deal we made" suddenly a greenish chain appeared around your neck and he pulled you off the counter senting you falling to the around "ơ̵͈h̷̡̆ ̸͕͋ṁ̷̜y̷̧̛ ̸̗̇n̴̡̽ả̶͖i̸̼͠v̵͉͘e̵̘͂ ̷̨͊l̴̩̒ỉ̷͕t̵̹͐ţ̸͒l̴̮̍e̶͔͝ ̵̡̀k̸̓͜i̷͓͝t̵̫̿ṯ̶̋y̵̦̿ ̶̣̓I̵̤̒ ̵̺̈ŏ̴̡w̵̗̚n̴̢̅ ̶͖͝y̴͍͝ö̵͔́ǘ̶̮ ̷̢̈́ń̵͕o̴̻̒w̸̲̓ ̶̲͠a̴͙̕n̸̻̏d̶̳͠ ̷̛̤I̵̯̔ ̸͙͑c̶̦͂a̸̠͗n̶̯̏ ̸͍͊d̸̜̚o̶̧̾ ̷̿͜w̴̢͘h̷͔͂ä̵̻́ţ̴̿ ̵̬͠I̶̩̐ ̸̹͝w̵̗͑a̴͍͐n̷͍͝t̷̨͐ ̶̳̽w̶͔͝ḯ̴͔t̴̢͑ḧ̷̲́ ̶̲̚y̶̲͑ó̵̫ű̴̲" his voice was horrifying and disturbing he yanked the collar towards him sending you with it, it bruised your neck and you were right by his feet he then picked you up by your scruff and said "d̶̬͊o̵̠͑ ̷͚̚Ḭ̸̂ ̴̙̈́h̵̟̐å̵̱v̸̫̈́ë̴̼́ ̵̳͑ẗ̶̳́o̷̬̚ ̴̯͘r̷̥͛e̴̪͑p̴̈ͅê̸̞ȁ̷͍t̶̤͂ ̴̨͌m̸͂͜ÿ̴̪́s̴̲̓ẽ̵̺l̵͓͒f̸̣́" his voice was low and staticly you were shaking and trembling in fear "y-yy-y-yy-yes" you said in fear his tone changed and he said "good good my dear I don't want to do anything rash to my little pet" he said it nicely but it sounded oddly cruel you were still dangling from the air when he sat down on the couch with you. Then it hit you like a truck you just ruined your life for the rest of etenerinty will just be as a pet you couldn't hold I back you just started crying into him the demon giggled "there there my dear let it all out" you buried your face into his coat and were gripping onto him just crying he seemed to get a sick and cruel pleasure from this he just kept petting you and giggling "every thing will be okay dear just trust me

THE END

Hope y'all liked it my last "first post in 2 weeks" got taken done sooo yeah

How I imagined you crying into him looked like (except you aren't husk lol

[whichuniverseisthis]

New chap! Beware of spoilers!

First - Vs Starly

Previous - Vs Weepinbell

Next - Vs Yanmega II

Last - Vs Dialga & Palkia VI

Chapter 56 / Chapter 393

Once I would have probably acted the same way. Yanmega is also way bigger than it looks, so it must be terrifying to face a hoard like this.

The temptation to use light signals instead of actually worrying about the situation.

Crossover between Aladdin and Tarzan. They went full on Disney in these chapters.

Oh shoot, I never noticed the camera there in the middle.

Why is the Weepinbell acting as if it's part of the team? It's still a cute shot though, with everyone imitating Dia.

This is so cuuute. They got so focused on their job that they started to do homework to become stronger, just to protect Platinum.

I was about to say something else, but then I realized how funny it is that Dia is explaining Rowan's assistant how the Pokédex works, as if she doesn't know already.

The first person ever to be surprised for a child with a Pokédex. Kidding, I don't remember if she's the first.

I've just restarted Heart Gold, where it's said Dunsparce digs to run away when it's scared, and it's nice to see it happen here.

The name taking more time than the move is so meta. I love how it makes fun of shonen anime.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Wounded Love (Lady Dimitrescu/F!Reader) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for blood/violence and language Genre: Action with a lil bit of fluff Warnings: Lil bit of blood Notes: There's an unnamed character in here who may or may not end up as recurring in my stories. I don't really have anything in particular planned for her, she's kinda just here to fill a role/allow for some easter egg type shit in the next chapter. Previous Chapters: Pt. 1, Pt. 2

{Wounded Love 3: Bloody Valentine (No, not that Valentine)}

“Mother Miranda, I must insist, if these lycans stray any further they might start feasting on the village as well! Pray tell, who will you use for research then? We can’t just-... Forgive me… Mhmm. Yes, I understand. Of course… Have a good night, Mother Miranda,” Lady Dimitrescu said, before setting her phone down with a loud thunk. Her hands shake a little, and for a moment you worry that her vanity won’t survive the coming moments. Then you make eye contact with her reflection, giving her an encouraging smile, watching as her gaze softens. “I’m afraid there’s nothing she can do, my dear. I cannot allow Heisenberg’s negligence to go unpunished, but we will have to take care of it on our own, without Mother Miranda’s support.”

“Is that wise, love? To go behind her back like this? I can’t imagine she’ll be terribly pleased if we cause chaos for one of her favored few,” you replied, clicking your tongue as you thought things over. Again you see anger cloud Alcina’s face, though she makes sure not to direct it at you.

“We are not the ones who started this mess,” she reminded you, through clenched teeth. “But we will be the ones to end it, one way or another. I don’t care if I have to gut that wretched man-thing and bring Miranda his corpse as proof of his incompetence! He has shown his lack of loyalty hundreds of times… and now he will pay.” Gulping, you rise to your feet, wanting to comfort your girlfriend. While you had understood that your injury angered her, you hadn’t (until this moment) realized the sheer intensity of that rage. How much blood would be shed before this was over?...

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Crimson drips down the beast’s side, across matted fur, before hitting the wooden floor. A stench as awful as you had ever found filled the air, only made tolerable by the nearby presence of scented candles. What a mess, you think, glad that you wouldn’t be the one to clean it up. Why had the girls insisted on bringing the damn thing inside? Couldn’t they have simply snatched a few teeth from its jaw as a prize? Somehow you doubted that the thought had even crossed their minds. Violence was a passion of theirs, and they preferred their trophies to be as large as the effort they put into getting it.

“How close to the path did you find it?” You asked after finishing your examination of the lycan. Next to you, the eldest daughter is rapidly taking notes in a leather-bound journal. Both of her siblings stand near the fireplace, hands held out next to the flames, needing to warm up after being outside for so long. It wasn’t even that cold of a day, with temperatures averaging around eighteen degrees celsius. All the snowfall from the prior week had now melted. While you knew of the family’s weakness, you also knew that they had bundled up before leaving, and had even taken a torch with them in the hopes of using it on a lycan. Their powers had taken somewhat of a hit, temporarily, but not nearly enough to prevent them from killing a single lycan.

“Heard it howling almost as soon as we left the castle. We couldn’t smell it until halfway to the village, though. Once we could we tried to track it, only for the stupid thing to come charging at us. Must have been eight, maybe ten, meters away by the time we collided,” Cassandra answered. There’s a bit of a shiver to her voice, and you can’t help the rush of sympathy you feel in response. Being out on the path, wearing little more than a dress and scarf, had been absolute hell for you. Even if it was warmer outside now, you imagined that being weak to the cold just about made up for the difference. “There was a little more howling once we started walking back here. Louder, if not closer. Heisenbitch isn’t even trying to keep these fucking things in check.”

“Cassandra, language!” Came a voice in the distance, making everyone present look up at once. Strutting down the stairs was a clearly miffed Alcina, eyes narrowed, body tense. “Did you three really have to bring the mutt inside? Surely you advocated against this, Bela? Or did you think I wanted new bloodstains right by the entrance, where everyone can see them?” Next to you Bela winces, but doesn’t respond, too worried about angering her mother further. “And you, my dear, what on Earth are you doing on the floor? You should be resting, in an actual chair, if not lying in bed awaiting my return. There’s enough for me to worry about without you limping around on a useless leg!”

Now it was your turn to wince.

“Please, love, I know you’re stressed, but I can still help. Given enough time I could help ascertain these things’ weaknesses. At the very least I could pass on what I learned during my fight with one,” you pleaded. Then you tried to stand up, wanting to prove yourself, only to stumble, barely avoiding a faceplant- and only doing so because of Bela’s quick reaction time. She helped you to your feet, letting you lean on her, then lead you towards a bench. Begrudgingly you sit back down. “You’re only doing this because I got hurt. Helping you in your endeavor to avenge me is the least I can do.”

“Don’t be foolish,” Alcina snapped, now just a couple meters away from you. Even with that space between you, her presence was intimidating, and you almost felt like a child being scolded. “Were you to get hurt again, how would we avenge you? If you fall by your own hand, there will be naught I can do other than lock you away somewhere without any dangerous elements. What sort of existence would that be for you? I simply can’t allow it, no exceptions.” At this you pout, feeling rather disappointed. It’s not as if you were asking to carry a gun and shoot Heisenberg yourself! Not that you would be opposed to doing so, of course. “Try to put yourself in my place, my dear. Could you live with yourself if you failed to protect me?”

“I suppose I could not, love. Very well, I shall simply root you on from here, and kiss away any injuries you return with,” you replied, at last giving in. Then you found yourself smiling… and on the receiving end of a very soft forehead kiss. “Nothing will separate us, my love. None can tear apart that which the universe has stitched together.”

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“Like I said, my Lady, I already want him dead. Did you really think that your family was the only one to suffer because of his machinations? I know half a dozen people who would love to put a bullet in that fucker’s skull, bare mims,” the huntress said, white teeth showing in her half-smirk. There was an odd coolness to her voice, like this whole ordeal was just another job, and you couldn’t help but feel uncertain about her. Could she really be the solution to Alcina’s problem? You couldn’t even judge her arsenal, considering she had been instructed to come unarmed. After all, she was a hunter of monsters, with a sizable history to her name. If not for her hatred of Heisenberg, you would never have felt comfortable letting her come within two hundred meters of your girlfriend.

“How can I be sure that you’ll succeed? The last thing I want is to have that wretched man-thing come crawling out of the filth he lives in, angry and coming for vengeance,” Alcina responded, scrutinizing gaze locked on the huntress.

“Didn’t Duke give you my file? Or at least read the good bits out loud? I’ve been in my fair share of scraps, with all sorts of bioweapon mutant freaks. Besides, I don’t plan on leaving any receipts behind. If he manages to survive, which is already one hell of an if, there’s no way he can prove that you asked me to do it. Considering he’s already seen my face, and knows I want him dead… yeah, he won’t bother accusing you, not when I’m in the picture, and certainly not when you’ve got such a big reputation for following Mother Miranda’s word down to the very last letter. So, you gonna make this official, or what?” The huntress asked, gesturing her arms wide. Although you’re still not convinced, Alcina nods quietly, seeming ready to make her decision. Regardless of how you feel about the stranger in front of you, you’re more than willing to support your girlfriend in whatever she planned.

“Very well, huntress. Show us just what you’re capable of.”

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Flames licked at her heels, even as she charged forward, tickling like hot breaths against her skin. Behind her half a dozen lycans roared and screeched in unison. Smoke and ashes flew upwards, into the air, but could not poison her lungs, not when she had come prepared. Still, the mask was not as easy to breathe in as she had hoped, making her chest heave with effort at each intake of air. Good thing I’ll be gone soon, she thought, sparing a glance behind her as she ran. Dozens of trees were aflame, and countless glowing eyes watched from between the branches. They wouldn’t be there for much longer, not with what she had done.

Soon enough an explosion would shake the Earth. Then, finally, both the lycans who had killed her father and the man who desecrated the remains would be dead. And if a certain countess happened to pay her for her services? All the better, really. Funerals could be expensive, especially in such a remote village. More than that… there was no guarantee that she’d be able to outrun Mother Miranda on her own. A little money would make the flight out a hell of a lot nicer.

Assuming she made it that far. There was another scream behind her, this one more human, though somewhat warped by mechanics. It wasn’t a pained cry. No, it was filled with rage. Clearly Heisenberg had come out of his lair, hearing the fireworks, finding his scrap metal and werewolf army in chaos. From the sound of things- metal against metal, electricity crackling- he was coming her way.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” She muttered, desperately trying to get to higher ground. Even if the lycans succumbed to the overwhelming fire, it wouldn’t be hard for their leader to overcome. But the huntress was still too close to her explosives to risk activating the detonator. Just a bit farther, she thought, ignoring the way her lungs ached. Rocks kicked up with every step, loud enough to be heard from a distance, and made traction harder to keep. In the end she had to scramble to get up the side of a short cliff. A few scrapes appeared on her hands, making her curse under her breath.

But with one last movement, pulling herself up with both arms, she was finally far enough to be relatively safe. In one clean second she turned around, pulled the detonator out of its pouch and clicked the trigger. Just like that, a forest blazing turns into a mushroom cloud of pure hellfire. The setting sun makes for a beautiful backdrop, and the sight almost brings a tear to the huntress’ eyes. For a few moments she just enjoys the view. Then, without hesitation or remorse, she starts to walk away, mentally congratulating herself for a job well done.

Until something shoots past her head with terrifying speed. Before she can react another sharp piece of metal flies past her, grazing her arm, and there’s a blood-curdling roar from behind her. Then she’s running, fast as she can, pulse pounding harder than it ever has. One hand goes to the rifle on her back, pulling it out as quickly as she can. The area is rocky, with plenty of outcrops, perfect to hide behind (assuming there weren’t any hidden metal deposits). Quickly she ducks behind one, crouching to keep her head out of sight. Mere milliseconds later another metal spike slams into the ground just beyond her cover.

In the distance, more screams pierce the air, and something heavy drags itself across the ground. It almost sounds like a tank rolling through the woods. The thought alone worries the huntress, but she had never been one to let her fear control her. So she double checks her rifle, adjusts the scope, and pops out of cover. Less than a second later she has her target in her sights. It’s Heisenberg, for sure, more metal than man, but dripping with red. One press of the trigger sends a bullet straight for his ugly head. Unsurprisingly, it’s not enough to pierce his cranium, instead making him mad as hell.

Which is why automatic guns were invented, probably. The huntress holds the trigger down this time, though briefly, before dashing to the next piece of cover. She repeats the process a few times, hoping to kill the man before he could climb the cliff she stood on. If he managed to get up there with her… no, she couldn’t think about that, not now. She had to focus.

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Hidden among the trees, the Dimitrescu sisters watched as plumes of smoke rose in the distance. Even though they had been aware of the huntress’ plan, they hadn’t expected this much carnage. It was certainly exciting! But they really couldn’t see much from where they were. Getting closer was probably a horrible idea, and yet Cassandra shared a meaningful look with Daniela. A split second later they were forming a swarm, rushing into the trees, leaving their elder sister to yell after them.

“Mother’s going to kill me,” Bela said, before rolling her eyes and following. Maybe she could at least keep them out of trouble?... Probably not.

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Metal hands wrap around the huntress’ throat, squeezing hard, but do not twist or otherwise break their prey. No, Heisenberg does not intend to end this that quickly. This rodent had taken so much from him, set his plans back by decades. He was going to kill her slowly. When she still fights back, pulling a knife from her boot and trying to stab whatever she can reach, he does little else but laugh. It’s a crazed cackling that echoes through the surrounding rocky hills.

Just barely loud enough to drown out the sound of insects buzzing.

“Fuck that guy!” Someone shouted, right as a sickle descended upon the monstrous Heisenberg’s neck. The first slice isn’t enough to sever the connection, which is why it’s immediately followed by a second, from another sister, then a third, from the eldest, that finally does the job. Just like that the hands release from the huntress’ throat, and she gasps for air. Coughs leave her distracted as the sisters move to surround her. “Good thing we wanted to see the show up close and personal, eh?” Daniela asked, twirling her sickle with a little giggle.

“You idiots are just lucky I followed you,” Bela added, glaring at her sister. Internally, she was relieved that the end result was a success. Still, she worried about what her mother would think, and certainly didn’t intend to voice her satisfaction at delivering the killing blow. “Now let’s get back, before mother assumes the worst and comes to get us herself.” Sighing, she extends a hand to help the huntress up. Though their mutual enemy had been defeated, there was still much to be done. Who knew how Mother Miranda would react? Who, if anyone, would take Heisenberg’s place? There was plenty to be unsure about, and Bela let her mind wander the whole way back, hoping that things would only get better from here...

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

The Kyber Soldier (2) | Bodhi Rook x Reader

Words: 3221

Crossover: Rogue One x Avengers

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. There were a lot of things that I had to think through and I appreciate the response of the first chapter. I have a few chapters planned and I hope you guys continue to leave reactions/feedback. Not much Kyber Soldier in this chapter, but I did create an outline for this series.

"This is madness, Bodhs!" you hissed as Bodhi pulled you aside behind a cargo ship.

He covered your mouth, searching with wide eyes if there were any stormtroopers around. He turned back to you and licked his chapped lips. "This is our chance, (Y/n/n)," he said, "We can get away from here and do something good! Gal…, " he paused, leaning closer and lowered his voice, "… Galen Erso entrusted me with this message to give to Saw Gererra. This will help the rebellion have a fighting chance."

You shook your head. Bodhi was just a cargo pilot, your anxious best friend that had a gambling problem, not a full-fledged soldier or spy. "Why you?" you breathed, feeling a lump in your throat.

Bodhi's expression dropped as he stepped back, the heat from him left, leaving you cold against the ship's metal exterior. "You don't think I can do it," he stated more than questioned. "Galen Erso trusted me. Me, (Y/n). In all my life, I never knew that I would ever be part of something bigger than myself, fighting for what's right instead of cowering and laboring away just to survive. You know… you know how I… " He shook his head, turning away from you as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Your heart clenched as you witness your friend struggled to calm himself, making you regret your question. It must have taken Erso a while to convince Bodhi to take up the mission and build up his confidence and here you were, his best friend, toppling it over with only two words. You stepped forward, but he took a step back.

"I'm sorry, Bo. I'm just… I'm scared," you said, reaching a hand out to him.

"And you don't think I am?" He wanted to sound harsh, but after years of knowing him, you caught the faint shakiness in his voice. "What do you expect me to do, continue running routes for the Empire, shipping components to help them get closer to ruling the galaxy? Just to be safe? I'm tired of that. With my… with my mother gone, I have no reason to stay here. You know that."

You didn't know what else to say as he stormed off towards his quarters, leaving you alone to your thoughts.

-

You were still dazed as the cargo ship breaks into Yavin IV’s atmosphere, Jessika announcing the ship’s call signal before maneuvering towards the hangar. You were led to believe, well everyone had believed, that the crew that fought on Scarif for the Death Star plans had perished along with the planet. But there he was, Bodhi Rook, the defected cargo pilot of the Empire, staring right back at you. The moment the U-wing lowered to retrieve you, Bodhi disappeared. There was no time to dwell on where he had gone as Poe practically dragged you on the ship before they headed towards the port. You told them it was useless to go back for the X-wings, sensing that they were already tampered with. You were right, the thrusters and gas cannister busted, making it unflyable. Poe suggested they’d come back with a scavenging ship to salvage them, all while casting a curious glance your way. He had seen you use the force, but he wasn’t going to question it yet.

Snap had calmed the informant down, trying to get more information about the Kyber Soldier. Kare told him to stop and let him rest for a while. He nodded, suppressing the urge to look back at your shaken form. His partner squeezed his shoulder and shook her head. Now wasn’t the time.

A firm hand on your shoulder snapped you out of it. You looked up to a concerned Poe and you realized that the ship already landed, the rest of the crew had already left. BB-8 let out a few worried beeps before nudging your leg. Poe helped you off the bench until you touched ground.

“Why don’t you head in and rest,” he said.

You shook your head. “I’m fine. Besides, Leia needs to know what happened and it’d be better if I was there.”

You could tell he wanted to argue with you, but BB-8 let out a series of beeps that made him stand down. Poe let out a defeated sigh and lead you to find Leia. He greeted a few pilots in passing while you and BB-8 trailed behind. The little droid kept glancing back up at you every now and again, making sure you were okay. Once Poe reached the door to Leia's office, you bent down to scratch  BB-8's head and check on his antenna while Poe knocked. You heard Leia's voice on the other side, prompting your small group to come in.

Leia was standing in front of a holo map with her arms crossed, her eyes leaving the projection to address the two of you. Poe stood next to Leia, glancing at the map before gesturing for you to stand closer.

"I've heard that the mission had been compromised. What happened?" Leia asked.

Poe sighed. "There was… an assassin sent after the informant. It was a good call on (Y/n)'s part to bring the U-wing and the rest of Black squadron, though our X-wings will have to be retrieved. With our numbers, we had enough visual of the situation and escorted the informant back to the base. He's being tended to at the medbay for any injuries he may have sustained from the encounter," he reported.

Leia frowned. "Assassin? Anyone we know of?"

Poe looked over to you to go ahead. "From my encounter with this assassin… I believe that…," you hesitated as Leia waited patiently, "the assassin is Bodhi Rook."

Leia's eyes widened. "Your friend," she said grimly. You nodded. "How is this possible?"

"From the stories that I've heard as well as the informant, this assassin, known as the Kyber Soldier," Poe said, "From what I've heard, there had been little to no survivors from this man. He's someone to steer away from unless you have the force to give you a fighting chance."

You lowered your head at this. Surely Leia already knew. She was a Skywalker after all. She would be able to sense the force within you. Leia nodded at this new information, dismissing Poe to go about his other duties and check on the informant. Poe spared you a glance before leaving with BB-8, who gave you a comforting nudge with their small head. You continued to look down as they left, followed by the hissing of the closing door. Once it was closed, Leia headed over to her desk and waited for you to sit. She folded her hands on the desk and studied you for a moment.

"Is there anything else that you remembered when you were held captive?" she asked.

"I heard that they were conducting various experiments on war prisoners," you started, "I haven't seen anyone else. Everyone was held in separate parts of the base. A big part of their experiments were augmentations and kyber crystals. They were looking for other ways to use those crystals and if it could be manipulated into other forms. When I tried to escape, I panicked. The alarms were alerted as soon as they noticed my cell was empty. I didn't have time to search the rest of the base, but from what I've heard from the scientists throughout the trials were something about increasing sensitivity of the force in people."

Leia took a moment to wrap her head around this new information, giving a contemplating hum. "If the rebellion was able to find you, surely the First Order must have tried to dig up the Empire's old research and found something. We need to know how much of it they were able to retrieve and how many of those war prisoners are still around. Both sides of this war had sustained heavy losses and they may be searching for others ways to end the Resistance for good. We will have to keep an eye out for this Kyber Soldier. Anything else you've noticed from your encounter?"

"He…," you cleared your throat and frowned, "his arm. It's a prosthetic, made from this dark metal. Plated. There seemed to be kyber crystals within the arm that's giving him the ability to manipulate the force."

The general's face twisted into a grimace. To think the Empire was able to create such technology. How things would have been different if they went through with their experiments and used it on the Rebellion. An army of force-users on the dark side would be lethal and would threatened to wipe out any trace of hope left in the galaxy. Why they hadn't done so, that was another question.

"And he had seen you?" she inquired.

You nodded, replaying the moment the mask fell off his face. You wanted to reach out and hug him and yell at him, demanding why he had to go be a hero even though deep down inside you knew you'd let him if given a second chance, but the next time he'd have to take you with him.

"I don't… I don't think he remembers me. I don't think he remembers himself, like he was brainwashed, but I wouldn't be surprised. The Bodhi Rook I knew was a timid cargo pilot, not a ruthless assassin."

Leia sighed and pursed her lips. "That may be so, but it does not change the fact that it's not safe to have you going out there at the risk of facing him again," she said firmly.

You stiffen, straightening your back as you raised your eyes to meet hers. "With all due respect, general, but if another squad were to encounter him, what are the chances that they'd make it out in one piece? We don't know the extent of his powers, but for anyone else to go against a force-user…"

"I am aware of this. However," she pressed, standing up and rounded her desk and laid a hand on your shoulder, "this is too personal for you… you know where I'm getting at."

You remained silent, mulling over your current situation. First, the Empire took over Jedha, leaving you and Bodhi no choice but to work under them in order to get by. Then, they created the Death Star, the creator being the only person to know its weakness and thus sends Bodhi to deliver the message for the Rebellion. After that, the Empire had done worse than kill the group of rebel spies. They had captured at least one of them and used them for experiments. They couldn't even leave him be to die a hero, they had to make him live long enough to become a villain.

Leia studied you for a moment, then said, "I'm grounding you and placing you with the repair mechanics. You are dismissed."

She left no room for discussion. You nodded and walked out without another word, almost missing the commander leaning against the wall a few feet away from the door. BB-8 rolled up to you, nudging you with their head as they let out a series of beeps. You patted their head reassuringly, Poe following close behind as you made your way towards the medbay.

"They ordered him to rest," Poe said, referring to the informant. You humph, stubbornly continuing on towards the medbay anyways. Poe pursed his lips, easily overtaking you and blocked your path. "Question him tomorrow. We all need some rest. Please, (Y/n), I'll help you find answers, so just rest."

You sighed, not appreciating the puppy eye look that Poe was giving you, along with the pleasing beeps of BB-8. "Fine, but I'm not going to like it," you grumbled, letting Poe steer you towards the sleeping quarters.

-

Bodhi's chuckle echoed through the empty section of the hangar as he relished in the credits that he won through sabacc from playing the other pilots. You remembered the first time he started to gamble, a way to pass the time at first and relax. Then, he became addicted to it, searching for opportunities to play in between shipment runs and while off planet picking up supplies. He sought the thrill of it, learning to bluff, to risk, relishing in triumph or in denial of defeat. If he had gone and passed the flight academy, no doubt he would have been a fighter pilot. Those who didn't know him better and only saw him as a closed off, stuttering mess would think you were joking.

You stepped around the cargo ship and saw your best friend, his left arm replaced with that black metal plate arm, his long black hair tied loosely behind him with a few strands escaped and matted on his sweat soaked face. His head shot up, his smirk dropping as his eyes grew cold and distant as he looked straight at you.

"Bodhi." you whispered, taking a step towards him.

He held his ground. "Who the hell is Bodhi?" he replied monotonously.

"Please don't say that," you said shakily.

His brown eyes raised, shifting over your shoulder where heavy footsteps resounded behind you, followed by filtered heavy breathing. Bodhi lowered his head at the figure. You didn't have to turn to know who the person was. From what Leia told you, this man who turned to the dark side and terrorized the galaxy was her father who briefly switched back to the light side to save her brother, Luke. Darth Vader.

"Bo- " your friend's name was cut off as your throat was being squeezed by an invisible force that seemed to tighten with each attempt to breathe. You clawed at nothing despite knowing that the force was being used, yet you were unable to use the force yourself. "Pu- Plea- ugh."

Bodhi twitched, raising his head slowly and tilted his head at you with a confused expression. "I knew them," he muttered, facing you but his eyes seemed to be looking through you.

"They are part of the Resistance," an disembodied voice said dismissively, "you likely saw them on another mission."

Bodhi's face twisted into a pained grimace. "But I knew them," he insisted.

The voice sighed. "Wipe him."

-

This time, you snuck into the kitchens for some snacks before heading towards the hangar, a tray of food in one hand and a toolbox in the other. You sized up the remaining repairs on your ship before sticking a cookie in your mouth and placed your toolbox on the side. You found yourself rubbing your neck where the force had tightened around you in your nightmare, trying to find any clues in your dream. That disembodied voice is new. You don't think you've ever heard them before. "Wipe him," they had said. What does that mean? Could have something to do with the experiments that the Empire had carried and your mind forming theories about the research they had. You were still wrapping your head around the fact that your best friend is still alive, but he had no idea who you were.

As you were rewiring the side panel, you felt a nudge at the back of your head. You frowned, turning to wipe your hands and picked up a water bottle in hopes of ridding this headache. It occurred again, like a tug, pulling at your consciousness. You sat down to steady yourself, setting the bottle on the side as you waited for the tug to come back. When it hadn't, you took another gulp of water and went on with your repairs. It was still early and the sun had yet to rise. While Leia did ground you, doesn't mean that you couldn't take the old speeder that you spotted at the back of the repair shop for a test drive before sun up. You overheard the mechanics planning a race once everything quiets down, something to boost morale, and they have yet to seek approval of this event to Leia. What was the worst thing they could do if you do get caught? You're already grounded and you weren't a high ranking, let alone official, intelligence officer or belong to any squadron anyways. You just needed to get away to process some things.

You made your way to the mechanics' workshop, flipping a switch to shed light in the cramped space. There at the corner of the room, was a row of heaps of metal hidden under a large dirty tarp. You grabbed the corner of the thick material and gave a long and gentle pull to reveal the set of speeders that the mechanics were fixing up. They were pretty much fit to run, just not enough to race. It'll do when you've planned to venture off base. The thing is, you don't know how to operate one. How hard could it be, right?

You grabbed the most able looking speeder and sat in it, studying the controls in hopes of figuring out the basic operations. It seemed straight forward enough, so you went to start it up and pulled it out of the workshop, careful of making any loud noises. The sun was beginning to rise and you didn't want to risk running into any early birds. You made your way towards the edge of the base and braked, the tug returning and seemingly guiding you into the direction it wanted you to go. You frowned, swerving your body to check the surroundings for the source, suddenly getting the feeling that it was more than a headache, but an outside force. Driving forward, you felt the tug guide you to the right and continued to lead you all the way to the nearby forest area. It was foolish to follow this force, drawing out of the safety of the Resistance base, but it felt weak.

The forest floor tangled with large roots and rocks, making you weave around until you reached a clearing where the trees parted to reveal the sky. There, you saw a tall and dark figure, someone you may have seen briefly or at least a reminiscent of someone you've seen before. The figure held a heavy looking helmet at his side, dark hair reaching his shoulders. They turn, revealing a pale man with a large nose and full lips, a scar ran near his right eye. You slung yourself off the speeder and walked towards him.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked, his deep voice low as if there were others nearby that he didn't want to them to hear.

"Ben So- "

"Kylo Ren," he quickly corrected, his lips tightened into a thin line.

"Right," you said, though from the holo that Leia had shown you, no matter how hard he tries to separate himself from Ben Solo, this Kylo Ren had a lot of his father's features. You should be scared, cautious, and many other things, not simply curious and concerned. "Were you the one that was trying to get in my head earlier?"

"Clearly," he said, stepping towards you with his heavy boots, "You want answers. About the experiments. About the rebel spies that fought on Scarif. I can help you, but you'll need to help me."

"Why would you want to help me? Aren't you the Supreme Leader?"

His gloved fists tightened. "This is where I need your help."