#crosshair x clair

[moonstrider9904]

Sing Me Like a Folk Song

Crosshair x Female OC (Clair)

Summary: During a calm night at their cottage, Crosshair and his wife have some time to kill while a cake bakes in the oven.

Word count: 2.4k

Tags: Explicit, Smut, 18+ adults only. Domesticity, TBB canon divergent universe, established relationship and marriage, baking and handling of food, soft smut, PIV sex, creampie, oral sex.

This work is part of the Moonlight universe. If you want to read how Crosshair and Clair got together, you should totally check out that story too!!

Main Masterlist | One-shot Masterlist | Crossposted to AO3

Crosshair stepped forward silently, his former sniper instincts creeping into his movements, and he leaned forward for his head to be at the level of his wife’s. His ever-watchful gaze looked over her shoulder as she poured the batter into the sheet and used an offset spatula to even it out, and then, she added the layer of almond-coffee cream on top of the luscious, white cream cheese filling, smoothing that out too. That was his favorite part to watch when she prepared the cake that had quickly become his favorite.

Like music filling his senses, Clair chuckled as she reached for the cake batter to repeat another layer.

“I can feel you there, Cross,” she mused.

Crosshair smiled, and he set his hands gently on her waist, snaking them around her figure, feeling the fabric of her flower-printed dress and the pale pink apron she wore under his touch. He pressed his tall figure onto her small one and delicately kissed her temple, and he took a deep breath that allowed him to get a whiff of the sugar and butter and coffee and almond. Whenever his wife worked her magic in the kitchen, he felt like he was in heaven, but then again, his entire home, their cottage, their little town, and their planet, would qualify as paradise to anyone.

“Good,” Crosshair replied to Clair’s remark.

She laughed softly again. “I kind of need a full range of motion in my arms for this, Berry Pie.”

“You’re the expert baker, that shouldn’t stop you,” Crosshair tightened his grip around her.

Clair giggled. “That’s what I get for making your favorite cake.”

Crosshair peppered kisses around the side of Clair’s face, with gratitude sprinkled over each one of them, and he smirked into her skin when he felt her cheek becoming plump resulting from her own smile. Clair could ask for nothing more—she already had the two things she loved most in the universe, and when they would be together in one calm night in her cottage, baking a delicious cake as she was held by her beloved husband… it let her know life was good, but it wasn’t as if she ever doubted.

Clair had no reason to doubt since she met Crosshair, smirking at her and devouring her with his gaze that day at the Allium café. And he had been a tough nut to crack, but he’d cracked nonetheless, and the snarky, war-driven sniper now clung to her from behind, eagerly watching as she placed raw batter into a pan all because he’d expressed a craving for something sweet, something other than his beautiful wife.

Like an artist brushing paint over a canvas, Clair swirled the offset spatula and smoothed off the last of the batter, evening it out so that it would bake perfectly in the oven. There was just one more detail left, and from a nearby container, Clair grabbed the lumps of butter, flour, and sugar that she’d made before assembling the cake, and she began to sprinkle them over the top of the raw batter.

Crosshair watched her delicate fingers sprinkling the lumps that would result in an exquisite crumble topping, one of the best parts of the cake beside the creamy, sugary almond filling between the layers of bread, and he felt his mouth watering already. Crosshair then removed one of his hands from Clair’s waist and he reached for the glass container where the rest of the raw crumble topping was, and he took a piece from the container into his mouth, not giving a damn if the flour was raw. A little bit wouldn’t do him any harm, as Clair told him each time she baked something. Clair smiled brightly at what Crosshair had just done, and when she saw his hand reaching for another chunk, she playfully swatted it away with the softest of touches.

“You’ll get a bellyache, love,” she said.

Crosshair chuckled, the sound deep and purring into the curve of Clair’s neck, and he let his lips dance around her skin once more and travel up until they were at the level of hers. Clair turned her head and faced him, and she kissed his lips with a passion not unlike the one shared during their first kiss ever. The seconds they spent kissing felt like one delightful eternity, and when Crosshair broke the kiss to look into her deep brown eyes, he let his inner softness emerge as he smiled at his beloved wife.

“I love you so much,” Crosshair whispered before leaning in again, resuming their kiss. He circled his arms around her waist once more and pulled her closer, and Clair giggled into the kiss, causing his chest to flutter. He loved that sound, and he could listen to it forever. It meant that she was happy and that she felt loved, and that was Crosshair’s single duty for the rest of his life.

At least, until it shared priority with a little one who came into the family.

Clair broke the kiss, giggling breathlessly, and Crosshair smirked at how he was still able to leave her dazed and flustered. Shyly, Clair tucked a strand of her black, silky hair behind her ear, and she reached out to get her oven mittens to then clutch the pan with the raw cake.

“Time to put this in the oven,” she cooed.

“Let me,” Crosshair reached for her hands.

But Clair shook her head in return, always proud of her duty as a baker. “Nope. I got it.”

Crosshair leaned on the counter as he watched Clair moving around the kitchen, from the way she opened the oven to how she took the cake and placed it inside, closing the oven door again and setting the timer down on the counter next to the oven. Crosshair’s gaze scanned every curve of Clair’s body when she bent over to put the cake in and when she straightened back up again, and his heart swole with affection at the intimacy of the sight, suddenly overcome with the need to have his arms around her again. With delicate movements, Clair had removed her oven mittens and cast them aside, and her big brown eyes were on him again as she directed a soft smile his way.

“Now we wait,” Clair said.

Crosshair tilted his head and raised his brows as he smirked, pacing over at Clair and reaching out to hold her waist again. “How long do we have to wait?”

“70 minutes,” Clair replied. “This one’s a slow cooker.”

“Oh,” Crosshair moaned softly, pulling Clair closer and feigning wonder. “70 minutes… What can we do in 70 minutes?”

Clair giggled and blushed at his flirting. “I don’t know. Enlighten me.”

Crosshair let out another soft moan that became a chuckle as he bent down, wrapping his arms firmly below Clair’s behind. When he straightened his figure, Crosshair lifted Clair directly up, reveling in her delighted laugh as she kissed him. Then, he slowly set her back down, but their kiss didn’t stop. As he felt Clair’s hands slide up his chest and find their rest at the back of his neck, Crosshair let his own hands travel to the curve of her back where the pale pink apron was tied. With an intricate touch, Crosshair undid the knot behind her back, and then he did the same with the straps that tied around the back of Clair’s neck until the apron was free for him to cast it aside, letting it rest over a chair. Clair whimpered softly into his lips, and the sound set Crosshair ablaze.

He’d waste no more time, and he’d make the most out of those 70 minutes. He bent over and picked Clair up once more, carrying her towards the living room the way he had done through the threshold when she became his bride. Crosshair set her figure delicately over the couch to then hover over her and cage her to it. Their kisses grew in passion and the heat built up between them, and Crosshair slid his hands up the smooth skin of Clair’s legs, slowly snaking under her skirt and up her thighs until they reached the fabric of her lace panties. Crosshair smirked upon feeling the lace at his fingertips, and he wrapped his hands around the rims to pull them down and cast them aside too as he quickly scurried downwards.

Peppering kisses up Clair’s legs, Crosshair slid himself under Clair’s skirt and let the flower-printed fabric drape over his head, shielding each other from their view. Clair looked down at Crosshair under the skirt of her dress and shuddered briefly in excitement, and a velvety moan escaped her when she felt Crosshair brushing his tongue over her sensitive folds. Her hips instantly bucked forward, seeking more of that friction, but she knew her husband well enough to know she didn’t have to ask for it. Crosshair pressed himself more onto Clair’s skin and made love to her folds long enough to bring her climax close, and then he shifted his approach, using his fingers to lift the hood of her clit and grant his tongue better access to the swollen, sensitive pearl.

He flicked his tongue in quick, repetitive motions over the bud and heard Clair’s breath quicken, with her moans and whimpers increasing in pace and in pitch. It wasn’t long before Clair’s thighs were clenching around Crosshair and her moaning filled the entire cottage, with her hips rutting against him to heighten her already breathtaking waves of pleasure. When Crosshair moaned into her clit, Clair threw her head back in ecstasy, as it was the last detail that crowned her orgasm, rendering it one of the best Crosshair had gifted to her. He continued to moan and grunt into Clair’s cunt, adding more and more to her pleasure until she was just at the edge of not being able to withstand such intensity any longer, and Crosshair emerged from beneath her skirt, granting her a moment to catch her breath as he scurried onto the couch next to her.

When Clair regained herself, she climbed onto Crosshair and straddled him. Hungrily, Clair kissed his lips, devouring him as she could taste herself on him, and she trailed her kisses downwards to suck and nibble on the flesh on Crosshair’s neck. Nipping at every one of his sweetest spots, Clair was able to draw moans, and even a few well-placed whimpers, from her otherwise stoic and composed husband. And as she continued, her hands traveled down to undo his trousers, to which Crosshair immediately obliged.

Clair lifted herself from him to get the pants off him with her mouth watering, and she was about to bend over to suck on his large erection when Crosshair gently clenched her cheeks and turned her face to look at him.

“There’ll be time for that later, darlin’,” Crosshair uttered. “I want to be inside you now.”

Clair cooed and giggled as she adopted her previous position, lifting her skirt so that she could position her thighs around Crosshair’s hips, and she sat down on him, moaning at the stretch of his cock inside her walls. Crosshair muttered silent praises at her, and he wrapped his arms around Clair’s waist, holding her so close that her body somehow felt smaller in his grip. She bounced softly on his cock, the pace slow and without any hurry, so tender and delicious, letting the couple feel everything.

Clair looked deep into his eyes as he helped her move up and down his shaft, and Crosshair became immersed in the pleasure flooding his body. His wife gazed down at him sweetly, smiling at him, and even when she muttered loving declarations or tender praise, he didn’t have the headspace to process it. It was enough just to look at her as her figure bounced delicately, and the closer Crosshair got to his release, the more often he shuddered and grunted, part of him wanting to extend the moment to wait for her.

But Clair rested her forehead on his, smiling. “You can cum, love… I want to see you.”

Crosshair moaned and let his head fall back for a moment. If Clair kept speaking like that, he’d take her up on it, and it seemed as if his wife could read his mind at that moment. She whispered sweet words of encouragement, pulling him closer over the edge until all that was left for him was to fall, and Crosshair’s body trembled when the pleasure unleashed itself within him. During the last few moments before his release, Crosshair found it in himself to open his eyes and gaze into Clair’s, and the only thought that could run through his mind was how much he loved that woman, how he worshiped the ground she walked on. Finally, with Clair invading every corner of his mind and his body, Crosshair released inside of her and spilled hot white ropes inside her walls, filling her up so deliciously that she moaned at the sweet tightness inside.

With a bright smile, Clair slipped outside of Crosshair and sat down next to him on the couch, curling up beside him. Her hand rested softly on his chest over the fabric of his shirt, feeling as Crosshair’s pecs rose and fell, with the pace slowly coming back to normal. The two remained there, silent, full of intention to continue gracing one another with wave after wave of pleasure, though only finding it in themselves to bask in the other’s presence. There was nothing else they needed at the moment.

Crosshair looked at Clair and softly leaned in to kiss her forehead. As his lips were in contact with the warmth of her skin, he felt a wave of the sweet, warm scent of the cake baking in the oven—he’d forgotten about that for a moment—and a smile curved his lips as he took a deep inhale and filled his senses with it.

Clair took notice and chuckled. “Does that smell nice?”

“Mm-hmm,” Crosshair agreed, his eyes closing and body relaxing on the couch.

Clair clenched her fist around his shirt and kissed his chest softly before looking up at him. “Do you wanna go stare at the oven?”

Crosshair laughed softly and opened his eyes to kiss his wife’s forehead again. “Yes.”

With an amount of energy that astonished Crosshair for a moment, Clair got up and tugged on Crosshair’s hand, helping him up to standing, and the two made their way into the kitchen once more.

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[nunanuggets]

The first leaves have started to fall and the temperature has dropped, you know what that means. Grab your tea and your soft pretzels, its time to re-read @moonstrider9904 's Moonlight.

[wild-karrde]

Fandom Friday Rec!

Moonlight by @moonstrider9904

I'm a sucker for soft and sexy Crosshair and Moon always gets him right on the spot. I loved this fic so much I went to find it on AO3 and downloaded it to my kindle so I can reread it whenever I want 😌😌

YESSS! I am finally getting around to this fic and am just IMMEDIATELY in love with Clair. And we LOOOOOVE seeing our snarky sniper's softer side.

(Also, I adore Tech's admiration for Clair in the first chapter. Like YES recognize our girl's expertise and drive. DO IT.)

I am so excited to keep reading this, particularly since it comes with the downloaded-to-kindle seal of approval haha. Thank you for the rec!

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[farfromstrange]

Do No Harm

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The Bolter

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Summary: Matt goes to confession to put some things into perspective (at least one that makes sense to him), and you battle demons of your own, though it is only one of you who has their heart broken in the end.

Warnings for this chapter: ANGST, self-hatred/doubt, religious imagery & symbolism, graphic mentions of past domestic abuse, PTSD, heavy allusions to past sexual assault, Matt is a dick (sorry)

Word Count: 3.6k

A/n: Long time no see. This is kind of a double POV situation because I'm writing from both perspectives, so I didn't want to put in too many details because the next few chapters are going to be full of angst and character development. I hope you still like it.

Read Chapter 13: The Bolter here on AO3!

The grounds of Clinton Church vibrate at the ringing of the bell. It travels through the stained glass window, through Mary and Joseph, and Jesus nailed to the cross above the altar. 

Matt sits with his head bent in the third row. He’s not praying. He wouldn’t even know where to begin. No prayer in the world could erase the guilt he harbors inside. No prayer in the world could cleanse the thoughts he is plagued with. And no prayer in the world could exorcize you from his mind. 

To him, hurting you is vile, but the vile thing seems to be the only plausible choice in this scenario. 

Claire was right. Her voice keeps going in circles around his head, eating into his brain like a parasite. He should have never pursued anything other than distance with you. 

He was selfish to think the two of you ever had a fighting chance. As long as Matt pretends to be only one thing when he is also another, you only have a chance of getting hurt. No matter what he chooses to do, you will end up in the crosshairs of whatever mess he has gotten himself into now, or you will end up hating him for lying to you about his true identity, or both. You will be heartbroken either way. That’s his purgatory. 

It’s pure torture to know he was of sound mind when he made those decisions. You shared secrets of your past with him that must have been so hard for you to utter aloud to a man you’d only just met. And what did he do? He betrayed your trust in him, and he was aware of how wrong it was from the start. Foggy told him he deserved to be happy, but how could he search for happiness at the cost of someone else’s? Matt has dug his own grave. 

No matter what he does, you will be disappointed and hurt, and he will curse himself until the day he dies for making the same mistake time and time again without learning a single fucking thing. 

“Matthew?” Father Lantom asks from behind. 

He lifts his head, the light of the prayer candles reflecting off his glasses. “Father,” he says. “You have a moment?” 

“For confession?”

“No.”

Matt can sense the heaviness of Father Lantom’s breath. “Alright,” he murmurs, seating himself on the bench behind him. “What’s on your mind?”

Matt chuckles. The sound is bitter enough to poison the air he breathes. “I’ve been wondering, you know, about what I do and… and how I do it. The choices I made. The people I’ve dragged into my mess. My faith,” he says, fidgety fingers playing with the fabric of his trousers. “And I realized that… that no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to do the right thing, the… the people around me will always end up getting hurt. ‘Cause of me.”

The silence that follows his admission echoes in the space around them and screams in his ear. He tilts his head; the priest’s heartbeat doesn’t waver, only a slight hitch in his breath as he moves suggests that he is contemplating his next words wisely.

Finally, Father Lantom clears his throat. “Well, that’s certainly a sinister take on things, don’t you think?” he says. 

Matt scoffs. “Sinister?”

“Yeah. I mean, I… I’ve known you for long enough to know you’re not malicious. Where is this coming from, Matthew? ‘Cause I’m not sure I believe you came to that conclusion all by yourself.”

“Does it matter?”

Another moment of silence follows. Matt still isn’t sure what he is hoping to get out of this. He’s stuck running in a hedge maze of his own making, and there is no way out. 

Father Lantom picks up the lost words, dusts them off, and says, “It obviously matters to you or you wouldn’t be here.”

Matt tightens his grip on his cane. “Chaos is seeping into every aspect of my life, and I can’t stop it. I can’t…” he trails off, exhaling a puff of air through his nose. “I’ve already dragged one innocent person into this, Father,” he says, barely above a whisper. “But if I break her heart, then…”

“Her?” the priest asks. 

“She doesn’t know what I do, but if I keep lying to her…” He shakes his head and lowers it back toward the floor. “She isn’t safe. Either way, she’s gonna get hurt, and it’s gonna be my fault. How can I… how can I do that to her?” 

Father Lantom pinches the bridge of his nose. “There’s clearly a lot to unpack here, but it’s not something that can be fixed by confession or a few Hail Marys.”

“I know.”

“It’s a deeply personal matter, Matthew. I don’t know...” He takes a moment to collect his thoughts. “I don’t know how to help you. If you want me to tell you to sabotage your life, I’m sorry but I can’t do that.”

Matt exhales a heavy sigh. He knows it’s not something he should ask of his priest. It’s an immoral plea. 

“Have you considered–”

“I’m not gonna stop,” he cuts him off. 

Father Lantom sighs. “Alright, well, does she make you happy?” he asks.

“Doesn’t matter,” says Matt. “The more she knows, the more she will be in danger.”

“Yeah, but you also said she’d be in danger regardless, so… does she make you happy?”

The words refuse to go over his lips. All he manages is a small nod, almost defeated, almost embarrassed that yes, he did feel happier the few times he was with you.

“Could you make her happy?” he asks.

Matt is faster with his response this time. “No,” he says. “Not the way she deserves.”

He doesn’t have to read you like an open book to know the kind of person you are because you wear your heart on your sleeves, and your soul neatly locked away in a maximum security prison. The very thing that makes you who you are could cut him open like a sharp knife if he ever dared to touch it. 

You deserve someone who can pry those bars open, someone who makes you happier than you grew up thinking you deserve. You deserve someone who stays, and someone who doesn’t lie to you. And you deserve someone who can make sure you stay unharmed, always, not add to the risk by putting you in danger. 

Matt can’t deny that he is going to miss you terribly. You’re not the kind of drug he can wash out of his system in a few days. You have left your mark on him, and that torture will be his personal hell for a while; but God would curse him either way. 

Father Lantom opens his mouth to speak, but Matt pushes himself off the bench with the help of his cane. The dull ache in his lips is a cruel reminder of last night’s activities and all that came before to land him here. The dumpster, Claire, and the kidnapped little boy he only barely managed to bring to safety. The memories flash through his mind like the sound of a million blaring alarms. 

“I have to be in court soon,” he says. “Have to convince a jury that a murderer is innocent.”

While Foggy expects him to be on time, it is a pathetic excuse to run from the situation he put himself in. 

Father Lantom gets up, but other than a slight tinge of disappointment he doesn’t seem that surprised. “You know, you can’t run from your problems forever,” he remarks.

“I’m not.” Matt buttons his suit jacket back up. “I know what I have to do.”

As he walks up the aisle toward the bustling of the city, Father Lantom’s voice sounds from behind, “I hope you don’t regret it.”

“Thank you, Father,” he says. Matt doesn’t turn around, his cane steadily tapping against the stone floor until the sun kisses his cheeks, and the wooden doors fall shut behind him.

The sun has long set over the city of New York when you trade the scrubs and the white coat for a faux silk dress. As you look in the mirror though, you know very well that it is not the dress making you uncomfortable; if it were, the feeling would have passed with the countless times you tried to change into something else, even a pair of sweatpants, but nothing seemed good or adequate. 

You spent hours pacing the floor of your apartment, wondering, questioning what you’ve done. You keep thinking to yourself, ‘I can’t do this,’ as if you had the guts to change anything about it. 

At the first taste of the truth, you run like it’s a race. History will always repeat itself just because the one time that you should have bolted, you stayed. 

You convinced yourself that it was okay. Moments of abuse looked like accidents to you even as they were happening. You kept telling yourself that it wasn’t all bad and if you just obeyed, he would love you. You bowed to him, at first, because you thought you loved him and he loved you back, and you found a pathetic excuse for everything he did, but eventually you only bowed to him to protect yourself. 

You couldn’t run. You would have if you had known from the very first time you laid eyes on him, but he had an aura that drew you in—an aura that almost killed you in the end.

With hollow eyes glued to the mirror, you slide a finger over the silk on your body. He used to buy you dresses. For the longest time, you thought it was a token of love. He always did it in a way that made you feel special. 

“A beautiful dress for a beautiful woman,” he used to say. You remember all too well how your heart would skip a beat, and you would smile while covering the ghastly black bruise around your eye with as much makeup as you could. 

He wanted to control you. You were a dog on a leash; all that was missing was a collar around your neck, and even that you would have accepted. Because you were in love. Because you were terrified of disappointing him. Because you were terrified of punishment. 

And when he wanted you spread out and complicit in bed, you complied, too, for even a sliver of affection hidden underneath the sting of his palm against your cheek was enough for you to feel a twisted sense of love. 

Now you know that you were stuck in codependency, associating love with abuse. But the pieces he took, a lot of them, at least, you will never get back. 

A beautiful dress for a beautiful woman. You bury your face in your hands. “Shut up!” you snap at your reflection. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Your head pounds with every directed slap against your temples. 

He split your memories in two and twisted them. If you smashed your head into the mirror, would the same happen? If you abused yourself like he did—even more than you are doing with the constant self-sabotage—would you be able to forget? 

No. You picked this dress yourself. You bought it with your own money, and you decided to put it on. You chose to ask Matt out. You wanted to. No one else had their hand in that. 

Bolting from him now may forever drive him away. Perhaps running would be for the better though. Showing up tonight would mean breaking into a million pieces. Showing up would mean that you could imagine there to be more, and you’re only excellent fun until one gets to know you. You would much rather hibernate in a cocoon of loneliness until the day your ashes get flushed down the drain because no one will be there to pick them up.

Whether it was your choice or someone else had a play in you developing a crush on a stranger you met in the halls of Metro General doesn’t matter because no matter how you twist and turn it, doing the right thing for yourself feels wrong.

You grab your phone from the dresser with shaky fingers. The screen is void of any messages, not even a phone call to be found. After two years, were you wrong about Claire? She pushed you out of your comfort zone just to abandon you. That isn’t like her, but neither is lying to you, moving into your co-worker’s apartment with a cat she is highly allergic to, and telling you some half-assed story about a guy named Mike. 

She was there for you when you needed her, always. She kept you alive these past two years. If it hadn’t been her in the emergency room that night you first met her, you wouldn’t even have a job now. It’s killing you that in your moment of need, she is nowhere to be found. 

You dial her number again, but you’re met with the familiar robot in charge of her mailbox. You decide to leave one last message after the beep.

“If I wasn’t so worried about you, I’d be fucking furious,” you ramble on as you pace the floor. “No, you know what? I am fucking furious! You told me to go out with this guy, and then you’re suddenly too good to answer the phone when I need you. I’m terrified, Claire, and I just need my best friend to hold my hand.” A sob breaks loose from your throat. “You know, I’m so mad that you feel like you can’t talk to me after everything we’ve been through. And I’m disappointed because whatever it is, we would have found a way,” you say. “But… what you’re doing isn’t fair. It’s not. And I’m not gonna ask you to call me back this time because if you can’t find it in yourself to at least answer my texts, I don’t know if I want to hear from you. I—”

The automatic voice on the other end cuts you off. “Sorry, the maximum recording time has been reached,” it says. “Please try and keep your message short, and call back.”

You scream into the silence of your apartment, tossing the device across the room. You don’t care if it breaks. All of this effort and for what? You’re on your own, you always have been. But that means you can’t define yourself by what someone else has done to you. You can’t give into the fear, hoping Claire will magically come and save you from the debilitating voice in your head. Her bandaids won’t fix you—you have to do that yourself.

You pour yourself a shot glass of Whisky in the kitchen, staring at your reflection again. The looming shadow behind you fades to gray. 

“Fuck you,” you mutter. All those who disappointed you can go fuck themselves.

You’re going to meet Matt at the restaurant. You’re going to have a good time, and you’re going to pretend, just for tonight, that things might actually turn out okay.

A few brushstrokes under your eyes get rid of the tears, and you bring some color to your cheeks by pinching them a dozen times. You brush your teeth three times, hoping to bleach the alcohol from your lips with an overdose of mouthwash. All you can rely on is scent.

He picked a fancy place for you to eat. You’re surprised when the cab drops you off on a corner street, yet enchanted by the fairy lights that frame the entrance. Your heart is beating so far up your throat you can taste it—or maybe it’s the iron of your blood from where you bit your lip. 

You like to think that the thought of spiting Claire gave you the courage to show up, but the anger in your veins is quickly placed with an irrational fear of the unknown. Your knees buckle when you set foot into the venue, memories of the last time in a fancy restaurant flashing through your mind. So romantic, such a dream, only for it to turn into a nightmare. What is the probability of that happening again? 

Instead of panicking, you picture Matt’s face in the soft glow of candlelight. It would accentuate his dimples, you’re sure. And when he talks in that mellow voice of his, it’s as though he is wrapping his arms around you. 

You make it inside and to your table without taking off in the opposite direction. It’s a Friday night, and the place is barely busy. 

A few minutes after six, you think, he will be showing soon. No need to order a drink without him. He was punctual the last time, so he must already be on his way—right?

‘Already inside, waiting for you,’ you text him. ‘I’ll see you when you get there.’

You’re not in a rush. 

Fifteen minutes after six. Chances are his cab or Uber got into traffic. ‘You okay?’ you decide to ask anyway. You can never be too careful. 

Couples are seated around various tables, laughing and talking the night away. Good wine is flowing in every corner. The waiters bring our food that, on any other day, would make your mouth water. You’re so nervous, hunger is the last thing on your mind. Nervous, excited, it is all the same to you. 

Another five minutes pass. You’re not proud of checking your phone every five minutes. Everyone around you is so carefree, so why can’t you be? You’re an adult on a date, and that’s a wonderful thing to celebrate. Being late happens to the best of people—right?

You convinced yourself you could do this, and now you’re falling into old patterns: excusing the most suspicious behavior in favor of the other person. At six-thirty though, a sense of doom begins to settle over you like a dark cloud.

‘Hello?’ you text him again. ‘Are you on your way yet? I’m getting worried.’

Realization is slithering up your esophagus like a snake. You don’t want to admit it. 

The waiter comes over again and asks, “Are you sure I can’t get you anything, Miss?” 

You look up at him. “Um, maybe a glass of red wine?” 

“Of course.”

He smiles at you and leaves. You watch him disappear into the kitchen, then direct your gaze back to the entrance. Matt is nowhere to be seen.

The snake crushes your esophagus and breaks through the barrier of your rose-colored glasses. 

It’s six-forty-five now. One glass of wine after another lands on your tab. The snake smothers you with every drink you take. Question marks and desperate ‘Call me!’ texts dominate your chat with him. Claire did the same to you. 

You can’t breathe. The tears burn like hell behind your eyes, but can’t cry in front of strangers. They would know that you waited to get disappointed. 

He’s not coming, you realize. Matt stood you up.

You were wrong about him. So fucking wrong. All this thinking he was a good guy to make yourself feel better for being desperate. He got your hopes up, then left you at the restaurant, drowning your senses in liquor so you wouldn’t have to feel the marble of your heart getting crushed by a wrecking ball. 

That is what you get for having faith in a man who made you feel things you thought had died. It’s the very thing that gets you. You opened yourself up; you felt happy for the first time in years, and he decided to tear it from you with his bare hands. He didn’t even have to be there to set your world on fire. 

Why is everyone suddenly out to disappear on you? 

“Because you’re an infection,” the voice pipes up in the back of your mind. “You were born to kill everyone around you.”

Glasses clink, people chatter; the noise grows louder and louder until it shatters. 

“Unlovable.”

The world might just be better off without you, after all.

In the distance, on a rooftop across the enchanting fairy light front, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen listens to your heart breaking. No, it’s Matt. His mask is resting only against his forehead as he listens to the familiar rhythm start to race. 

The way you’re breathing causes the sobs to echo in your lungs, and he hears every single one of them. You’re ashamed to be the fool he made of you. You’re entire body is vibrating with hurt and hunger to the point you might explode, and Matt knows he royally fucked up. He fucked up, and he did it on purpose, which is the worst part of it all. 

There is not enough penance he can do to make up for what he just did. He couldn’t even salvage it if he tried. Staying away from you is one thing, but deliberately breaking your heart while he is listening like a sadist in the making truly does show to him that he only has the devil in him. 

“Could I get the bill, please?” he hears you ask the waiter, your voice thick with unshed tears. 

You pay for what you had to drink, even leave a generous tip he would have paid if he had shown up, and then you step back out into the cool night air. Matt tilts his head. You smell of alcohol and despair. How many glasses of wine did you have?

A car honks. You’re inebriated. For a moment there, his heart stops. You manage to step out of the way before the passing car can hit you, but the driver curses you nonetheless. 

“Sorry,” you mutter before finally getting into the nearest cab. 

While he’s putting on his mask, you’re crying in the backseat on your way home, and it kills him most to know that he did this to you.

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Attention fans of the Bad Batch and Jurassic World! New story idea!

Considering the similarities between these two groups, a story line has sprung forth and I would like to share it. And get some help to anyone interested in the idea.

Essentially before, during and post the bad batch show. The raptor squad ( yes I’m keeping that name) are a team of highly trained hybrids for animal rescue and rehabilitation. The animals in question are the dinosaurs created by Ingen (similar to the clones but the dinosaurs were created for entertainment)

After the events of the first JW movie but in space. The dinosaurs have escaped or have been taken from the now destroyed park. They are wondering the galaxy or are some rich imperial’s pet. The girls are more humanoid in this. Appearance wise they are human but with raptor traits. Sharp elongated claws/ fingers, tails, serrated curved teeth, and yellow eyes. Their pupils change depending on extreme mood shift (or going feral as they call it) and they’re all around 7 ft tall not counting Charlie. She’s around Hunter’s height.

And as some of you might have guessed I will be shipping them.

Hunter x Blue: they’re both the leaders of their respective parties, they have a mutual interest and respect for each other.

Wrecker x Delta: the first ship that came to mind honestly. Both are headstrong and reckless. Delta is more aggressive than her sisters. She’d see a challenge in Wrecker in the best way possible. Wrecker gives me Himbo energy and I think that’s perfect.

Crosshair x Charlie: this one starts more one sided like a school crush. She’s Cross’ opposite in every way. She loves the tall, dark, and broody boy. All while Cross is oblivious to it.

Echo x Echo: (same name hah) this one was more funny than anything else. Both have something about themselves that makes them insecure/ different from the others. Tbb Echo is more mechanical and JW Echo has a scar on her mouth. (She hides it via face mask) both are interested in the other’s differences and what caused them. Still deciding if theirs will be romantic or platonic.

Of course Omega is still in this and so is Tech (he lives) Phee is with him so no Dino romance for him. But he does get to absorb all the new knowledge on dinosaurs. And the girls love a nerd who knows his stuff. Claire and Owen are here too, I made Claire a twi'lek (unless someone has a different idea) Owen is human as he’s the girls dad both as a mentor and they have his genetic material.

If any of this interests you and would like to discuss more, please leave your comments below or dm me for a discord invite.

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What I will write:

- Fluffy, Angst (I can do some dark stuff but not all), Smut (I can do most kinks), platonic and romantic.

- I prefer to write from a male or non-binary perspective but I can do female as well. I will happily write for trans readers or readers of other genders (if I am well informed)

- I will write for almost every character as long as I know them (because if I don't know them I can't write them accurately and then what's the point) I will also do character X character depending on the ship (there are some ships in just not comfortable with)

- I will write poly as long as it is not that gross porn type of m!reader gets two girls and they don't like eachother. Poly means everyone likes everyone and everyone is in agreement in the relationship

- Whump. I will happily and gladly write whump of all kinds. So please please please if you want to see anything comes to life send it my way

I will not write:

- Age gap (3+ years, ask for aged up if the age difference is more than 3 years) or minor X adult. I simply won't so don't ask.

- Rape (sexual assault maybe if it is angst but not in a smut only context)

- No beastiality or extremely odd kinks (if you aren't sure about the kink send it in anyway and I'll respond if I'm comfortable)

Fandoms I can write for (and their characters and constraints):

Supernatural (most ships, any character x reader)

↳ Dean, Sam, Cass, Jack, Gabriel, Adam, Meg, Ruby, Benny, Crowley, Jo, Ellen, Donna, Jodie, Claire, Alex, Patience, Kaia

TMNT (I've only seen 2012, ROT, Bayverse and Mutant Mayhem) (no Leorai and no ships with smut of any kind)

↳ Leo, Donnie, Raph, Mikey, April, Casey (Casey and Casandra)

The Last of Us (Part 1, I havent played Part 2 yet) (no Ellie x Joel, I haven't seen any of the content yet but I'm sure it's out there)

↳ Joel, Ellie, Tommy

Star Wars: The Clone Wars / The Bad Batch / Rebles (some of the characters are children remember so keep that in mind)

↳ Rex, Cody, Fives, Anikin, Ashoka, Obi-Wan, Kanan, Ezra, (any Jedi really) Zeb, Sabine, Hera, Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, Echo, Omega (any Clone really)

Marvel

↳ Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Loki, Steve, Bucky, Steven, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Peter, Scott, Gamora, Nebula, Peter Q, Okoye, T'Challa, Rhodey, Sam, Shuri

My Hero Academia (they are also mostly children so keep that in mind as well)

↳ Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Denki, Iida, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Uruaka, Todoroki, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dabi, Toga, Twice, Tsuyu, Momo, Jiro, Mirio, Nejire, Amajiki, Fat Gum

Avatar 1 and Avatar The way of Water (once again, there are children so keep that in mind)

↳ Jake, Neytiri, Tsu'tey, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri, Grace, Norm, Spider, Tonorwari, Ronal, Ao'nung, Tsireya, Roxto

How to Train your Dragon (same here: they. are children.)

↳ Hiccup, Astrid, Snotlout, Fishlegs, The twins, Daggur, Heather, Valka, Stoick (for those out their with daddy issues ;))

All if my content will be lables with word count, ship, tags and if it is smut will contain this banner 👇

That's all for now. My commisions are currently open and there is no limit to how many you can send in, so go nuts. Bye for now

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Fighter Weapons — Chapter 5

Pairing(s): Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x OC (Claire Mitchell) / Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Summary: An untold story. A series that shows what happened during the Top Gun of our beloved pilots of Top Gun: Maverick.

Warnings: Subtle sexual innuendos, brief language, alcohol consumption, angst, smut, fluffy.

Word Count: 3.511

Author note: I'm back my loves with another chapter for you! I tried to make the dogfighting as convincing as possible. Let me know if you like it when there's more aviation involved or the aviator drama, or both.

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀᴛᴏᴡɴ, ᴜsᴀ

At twenty-eight thousand feet, the two planes were circling each other, going in opposite directions. As they jockeyed for position, they passed each other like whiplashes. The earth turned, the horizon appeared and disappeared. At each difficult turn, some grunts from Hangman and Rooster could be heard to keep the blood in their brains in order not to pass out.

The fight was hard, physical and exhausting. The extreme G-forces – 6.5 – flattened them against their seats, making their heads weigh over a hundred pounds. Hangman struggled to turn his head and track the other jet as it passed at Mach One.

“I lost him. Where is he?” Rooster asked.

They had been chosen as a tag team in that first training against Blade. Obviously, they weren't happy with the choice.

“You're my wingman. It's your job to know where he is.” Hangman sneered in his cabin.

“We didn't decide like that.”

“Well, now it's clear. You're the wingman and I'm the pilot.” Hangman waved at him from his fighter a few feet away.

Rooster didn't have much time to vent his indignation, as his radar started beeping loudly.

“Six o'clock…coming fast. Four hundred, losing speed! He's at six and fast! Left! LEFT!”

Rooster shouted into his communication radio with Hangman, but he didn't answer. Hangman took the opposite direction, in which Rooster had to be quick to dodge his own duo.

"The mission is to attack Blade, not me!" he complained breathlessly in the cabin. “Why didn't you do what I said?”

"At that speed, he'd easily intercept you and then me. He knew I was going to the left...it was too obvious.” he explained in a haughty tone.

“Yes! The obvious works most of the time!”

“Not here.”

Rooster, driven by rage, pushed the stick to the left and the F-18 made a surprising turn. He can hear Blade's frustrated grunt over the radio.

“Not bad!” Hangman praised from the other side.

"He almost got us. Let's get out of here. We reached a draw.”

“No way! Going vertical.”

Hangman's F-18 exploded into speed, hurtling into space. Blade was left in direct sunlight, and its canopy was sprayed with a blinding glow.

"He's blind, Rooster! Pick him!” he ordered in euphoria.

“I’m arriving!”

"Rooster, hurry!" He won't stay like this all day."

Hangman maintained his speed towards the sunlight, gaining more and more altitude and feeling the enormous pressure on his lungs. He had trained a lot for that, he had been on dangerous missions, but he was aware that he wouldn't last long in a straight line, just as Blade wouldn't either.

"What the...fuck, Rooster! What are you doing?” He struggled to speak with the heat of the sun hitting him and the gravity.

"It's in the crosshairs! In sight!”

The heat intensified more and more. Beads of sweat formed and ran down Hangman's face. He shook his head to get her out of his eyes. He waited for the beeping sound at his point, indicating that Blade had been hit, but it never came.

Then, Rooster watched as Hangman's F-18 dove downward. He raced out to sea, picking up speed. Over the roar of the jets, the scream of the wind, Rooster reached out to Hangman, but the sound was muffled, like a distant voice in a typhoon.

Blade darted towards Hangman, trying to take aim at the plane, but he was too fast and in uncoordinated movements. It was almost as if he had let go of the steering wheel.

Rooster followed them downstairs and watched the numbers go down on his visor, listening for the alarm in the cabin.

"Hangman, man! You are going to the hard deck!”

��I know what I'm doing.”

Rooster watched the numbers. 20000, 18000, 15000, 10000, 8000 and going down faster and faster. Gravity slammed into him, making his throat itch and his stomach heave.

“Hangman! We are at 6000!”

“If you get to 5000 feet, you're out of Top Gun. It's the law.” Blade reported over the radio.

The alarm grew louder and louder, blaring even inside the cabin. Rooster recoiled in his speed and hovered in the air. If Hangman was going to break the rules and they went out it was no worse than him suffering even more from the pressure on his body in pursuit of a point.

Suddenly, Rooster witnessed a maneuver he had seen only once before, when facing a German fighter. The F-18's engines shut down and Hangman gained negative speed, overtaking Blade's fighter on top. There was no way for the instructor to anticipate or act in time. Hangman used gravity to his advantage. Then the beep sound.

“You're done! Blade dead.” Hangman cheered and whistled in the cabin. "Hey, Rooster?"

“What?” he asked grimly.

“That's how you get to the top of the world.”

Rooster watched his smug smile under his mask and shook his head. He turned the wheel and the F-18 went right, diving back through the clouds towards the base.

When they landed on the flight line, Rooster got out of the fighter and removed his helmet, then walked straight away from his insufferable duo.

Storm was getting off the fighter and Phoenix was taking off her helmet, running a hand over her sweaty face. Strands of black hair fell out of her bun. When she put her feet on the ground, Storm pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dragged Phoenix for a photo, even though she knew she didn't like it very much.

"Storm..." her friend complained.

"Say 'victory'!"

Despite Phoenix's protests, they both smiled with their fingers up. It was a beautiful celebration photo. But she noticed an intruder on the screen and looked back.

She spotted Hangman getting out of the F-18, sweaty, hair slightly tousled, but with that cocky grin on his face.

"You really are a cowboy!" She got his attention. She had heard the control tower almost go crazy on the radio.

Hangman looked back at her, widening his smile and squinting a little due to the strong sunlight, casting a shadow of him. From that angle, he was passable, she thought.

“Fuck the hard deck! I beat that bastard.”

“You two won.” Storm corrected, walking beside them.

“I did it all myself. Rooster sat there perched like a bird in a nest.” He explained loud enough for the pilot to hear from the front.

Fungus and Pork approached them. Phoenix winked and gave a thumbs-up sign with a smile. She watched as the other riders behind her reacted with handshakes, high fives and victory punches.

“You win?” Pork asked the girls.

"Everyone, huh?"

Phoenix heard a few "ooohs" and giggles behind her and exchanged confused glances with Storm.

"No… He kicked our asses." Fungus replied frustrated.

“Thirty seconds. We were like that, he was like that.” Pork demonstrated with his hands. "And I said to Fungus: Where did he go? Fungus said: Who went where?”

“And he was laughing. Right there on the radio, he was laughing at us!” Fungus complained with a grimace.

The other pilots passed in front of them and watched Hangman. He paused dramatically and gave a thumbs-up with a smug smile. The students cheered Hangman's victory, and he handled the attention with the composure of someone used to winning. Rooster walked ahead, ignoring him.

Hangman went on to explain how he had won, all the maneuvers and ambushes, not forgetting to emphasize Rooster's inertia.

“It wasn't like I saw it.” Rooster could not bear to remain silent with the provocation.

“Of course you didn't, you were too busy looking for the target in the viewfinder. Hangman glanced at an invisible watch on his arm. “Rumor has it that you're still up there, looking for the perfect moment.

"You nearly threw us out! We were almost on the hard deck!”

“Keyword: almost. I knew what I was doing. Obviously I wasn't going to miss the great opportunity to be the best in Top Gun on the first day.” He took a long look at Rooster. "You must understand that since you love the obvious, right, Rooster?"

"What's your problem, Hangman?" everyone could see a vein pulsing in Rooster's forehead. “You don't communicate with your wingman and you don't take orders. What kind of pilot are you?”

“I'm not the type that let the whole team die by waiting too long. That's for sure, I'm not.”

"You are rash and showy!"

"And you're afraid!" Hangman kept calm and the smile on his face, unlike Rooster, who huffed with anger. “I'm a lone wolf, but I know my way around. How about you? How long are you going to wait to take action?”

With that statement, Hangman ended the discussion and walked back towards the hangar, being accompanied by Coyote and other pilots. Phoenix approached Rooster and looked at him with compassion. He was panting, frowning and head down. His fists were clenched.

“He beat you on that one, you know? Not because he's better than you, but because you got carried away by him.”

“He's an asshole. You should be there to see how he flew. He seemed to have no love for his life. Or the team.”

“Maybe that's why they call him the Hangman.” She lightly patted his shoulder. “Don't let him get you down. You are good. You wouldn't be here if you weren't.”

“I know.” He looked up and flashed a smile. “Thanks.”

“Thank me tonight. I want a whole song dedicated to me.” She teased and saw him relax his shoulders.

“Just choose.”

They headed for the hangar as well, following the others. Phoenix headed towards the women's locker room with Storm and they took off their flight uniform to get rid of that sweat that was already part of them.

Phoenix chose a stall at the end of the locker room and turned on the shower, soon feeling the cold water wash away all the tension in her shoulders. They won, they did great teamwork as a wingman. But she couldn't forget the times she came close to losing, getting hit.

Those trainings weren't just activities for her, they represented reality. She imagined herself on the battlefield, in a real dogfight. And whenever she got this close to being hit, she thought of Storm. She wasn't alone on the plane. There was a person with dreams, wishes and family in the back seat. And that always terrified her.

If she had been alone in that F-18, she might have been more daring to risk maneuvers that the book didn't teach or that played with danger. But she couldn't. Not with a life on the line. She couldn't risk losing a pilot, not only because she was a great coworker, but because she was her best friend.

So she understood all of Rooster's hesitation in the sky. He was careful, cautious. He wasn't going to risk losing his buddy for the chance of taking down an enemy. He valued the safety of his colleagues. And maybe that led him to Top Gun.

But...a part of her, reaching deep down inside, also agreed with Hangman. She clenched her fists upon realizing this. Phoenix knew the importance of being fast, agile and skillful up there, otherwise she could lose her team too. Boldness was part of her flying style. She knew the predictable could get them killed. She needed the boldness to protect Storm.

She realized that there was a fine line between confidence and daring, and perhaps she was the only one there who understood that.

They left the locker room with just the ivory uniform pants, boots and white blouse, as they wouldn't have any more classes for the rest of the day.

"What's on today's schedule?" Storm asked when they passed through the corridor that gave access to the dorms.

“I hear Hollywood Garden is reproducing some classics.”

"Is that what I'm thinking?" she asked excitedly. Phoenix nodded, slowly returning to her mood. Storm had that power.

"First rule of Fight Club…”

"...don't talk about Fight Club."

They walked towards the girls' dorm as empty as the locker room. It was a good thing they were the only women there, at least they had a lot of privacy.

At night, they left the Fightertown facility in euphoria, eager for some fun that didn't involve risking their lives. Phoenix wore pale ankle boots, dark tight pants, a beige knit sweater, and a leather jacket with a fur collar. It was a cold night in San Diego.

They took an Uber and headed towards the suburbs, where there was a great outdoor cinema. They had a plan. Make friends with random guys until they get a car to watch the movie. Would it be easier to go to a regular movie theater? Yes. But what fun would that be?

The lawn was crowded with cars of all kinds, most with people sitting on the hood or outside, always accompanied. The opening of the film was already playing on the huge screen and they were still looking for someone who looked friendly.

“Are you lost?” The annoyingly familiar voice rang out.

Phoenix looked over to the side and saw Hangman sitting in the front seat of a blue Porsche. His blond hair was impeccable, not a single strand out of place. He wore a white shirt with a dark denim jacket over it looking expensive. And on his face, obviously, that smug smile. Eyes fixed on her.

“No, we are expecting our company.” She lied with her chin high.

“It's pretty rude to keep a lady waiting.Good thing you're not ladies.”

Storm laughed exaggeratedly, feigning humor. Phoenix watched the confusion in Coyote's eyes behind the wheel, but Hangman continued to stare at her like a hunter.

“You are so funny, Hangman. Uff... you should get into a career as a comedian.”

“No, I'm well served as a fighter pilot. But you could just as easily work as waitresses at a country restaurant.” He pointed at their plain clothes. “Although my people are still far more elegant than that.”

“I don't know, Hangman. Someone might slip in your hair.” Phoenix returned.

He stopped smiling, presumably with a bruised ego, and Phoenix felt victorious. Wiping that smug smile off his lips had almost become her life's mission.

"How did you know we'd be here?" Storm asked Coyote.

“So you assume we follow you. What if it was the other way around?”

“Of course, because our life revolves around your navel.”

“Let it go, Storm. They are not worth it.” Phoenix took her friend's hand and was already leading her away.

"I hope your companions don't come! No one deserves to look at that there!” Hangman shot back with arrogance.

Phoenix responded with a finger in mid-air, already with her back to them. His presence was already giving her a headache. How did she manage to have fun with him at some point? She must have been really, really drunk.

“We need a car.” Storm announced after paying for a beer. “We should have asked Uber to stay.”

“No, he had more runs to do.’ Phoenix ordered a beer. "Fuck...did they really have to come here?"

"I bet they heard our conversation in the hall." She looked around at the cars. "Let's do it this way: let's split up. We have a better chance of finding a car.”

Phoenix wasn't too keen on the idea, but she went along with it since she didn't have a better one. Storm headed toward the first few rows of cars and Phoenix remained at the kiosk considering where to start. She found two guys in a truck further back and worked up the courage to go there.

The men were about her age and greeted her with a smile. She invented that she had taken a cake along with her friend and they felt sorry, soon calling her to watch with them. She smiled victoriously and pulled back a little to send Storm a message. Suddenly, a huge body stopped in front of her. She looked up and immediately rolled her eyes.

“That was ridiculous." he commented after a sip of his beer.

"Hangman... your existence gives me a headache. Please go live further away from me." She snorted and went back to writing to Storm.

"Are you really going to be in the car with two strangers?"

"What, are you going to tell me you care about me?"

“No, I worry about them. You are not a saint."

Phoenix decided to ignore his presence there, maybe then he would go away and leave her alone. It worked. He pulled away and she was able to breathe normally again. But to her misfortune, when she looked up, she saw Hangman talking to the two boys. She approached them and noticed the startled way they were looking at her. What was that asshole saying?

"Ahm...you know, we're expecting some people." one of them said avoiding her gaze.

“But you said you were alone."

“As it happens, we're expecting company now. I'm sorry." the other replied embarrassed.

Phoenix smirked and walked away from them, stomping her boots on the ground in pure rage.

"You should at least thank me." She heard the annoying voice again. Was he still after her?

"What the fuck...?"

She suddenly parked on the lawn and turned around, but the unexpected movement caused Hangman to collide with her, pushing her backwards. Phoenix landed on the spiked grass, bruising her bottom. She watched him from below. He was as big as a Greek statue with the movie lights reflected on his face, now without the smirk. She panted in a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Arrg! If he just made a joke about that, he would definitely get a slap on that perfect face.

But to her surprise, he offered her a hand. Phoenix considered some possibilities regarding that gesture. Could it mean empathy, no. Not that. It could be that, by accepting his help, she would owe him in some way. It could also mean that she needed him for something, which she didn't. So Phoenix denied his help and got up on her own, which drew a muffled chuckle from him.

“You are so predictable."

"And you are insufferable!" She wiped her pants and glared at him. “Seriously, how do the women at the bar put up with you? Oh, I know, it's because they don't spend a whole day with you. I'm sure they would die of heartbreak."

'You didn't seem to dislike it one bit that day in Lemoore."

"I was drunk. If a scarecrow appeared in front of me and played with me, I would like it!"

“You know, if you could stop yelling at me for a second, I would show you a much more fun and productive way to use that mouth of yours."

She had to swallow her anger at that sentence. And she also needed to gather her strength not to weaken her legs with the firmness and intensity with which he said those words. Hangman was looking at her the same way he had that day at the bar, fixed and intense. She could see that glow of tenderness dancing there in the green, moonlit orbs. Fuck! He was maddeningly sexy.

Hangman took a step forward, standing less than a foot away from her. There, so close and sober, she realized how big he was, massive and hard as a rock, as she felt when she bumped into him. He averted those damn eyes from her eyes to her mouth so many times, Phoenix was getting dizzy. It was too dark here, too close, too dangerous. She needed to get away. But why couldn't she? His eyes held her in place like an anchor.

He reached out a hand to touch her waist, but a shout woke her up:

"I am here! I arrived!" Storm approached them. "Where are the guys?"

Phoenix immediately remembered what he'd done and the comments that night and her expression changed. She was pure rage now.

“No, Bagman here has done us a favor by spoiling our cinema."

“If you weren't so proud, you could watch with us." he commented, returning to the Hangman state.

"And who said we would accept the invitation?"

“Like I said, proud."

Phoenix clenched her fists and counted to five not to play his game and attack him right there, tooth and nail and even boots. Then, she took Storm's hand and started to walk away from him without saying a word.

"What is that? Will you ignore me?" He insulted, but they didn't answer anything.

“Okay, you can try ignoring me. But you're going to miss me in five minutes!"

Phoenix once again offered him the middle finger. What was worse was that she was even more furious with herself for allowing him to destabilize her this way, both ways. But that wouldn't happen again, ever!

[happydragon]

Master List

TOA:

Tales of Camelot

A Wizard's Life in the Big Apple

Jenny and Douxie One Shots

The Bad Batch:

One Shots:

Cuddle Pile | Ao3

Pabu Found | Ao3

Summer of TBB | Ao3

Series:

Together, They're Free

Ne’tra Cabur: Protector of Pabu

To Live Again

Rise of the TMNT:

Casey Jones (Not Jr)

[unholy-t-rin-ity]

Blog Masterpost

Reblogged

~Comics~

Omega copies her brothers

Tech and Crosshair insult eachother

Hey clanker!

Crosshair is protective of tech

Crosshair has oral fixation

Obiwan crying in spanish

Obiwan falling on cody

Drunk Obiwan

This is why jango didn’t fucking love you

Obiwan fell down a mountain

TBB doing haka

Supervising fox’s breakdown

Fox radio broadcast

Echo misusing scomp link

Don’t leave anakin unsupervised

I loved you

Fives fighting Ahsoka

Fives found a bug

Commanders went out drinking

Croissants found a lightsaber

Bly has a competance kink

Calling Cody dad

crosshair moment of weakness

Obiwan sits like he’s posessed

Clones are good bois

Space hooters

Tech being neurodivergent

Wolffe avenge you

Tech can’t see shit

Tech swearing

Don’t name the twi’lek child

plo koon being Dad

Jedi leave their robes around, clones have fun

~Text posts~

AZI in rice

Cody the WIFI boy

Scared Wolffe

TBB season 2 hopes

Sexy obi wan costume

Obiwan tries to quit the order

C3PO is impressivly annoying

501st incorrect quotes 3

Echo one inch taller

Imperial march playing from another room

501st incorrect quotes 2

tbb incorrect quotes 1

tbb incorrect quotes 8

tbb group chat fuck word

Wolffe whos this clown

Din and space dogs

Wolffe hates anakin

TBB incorrect quotes 6

The entire fandom to crosshair

Limited vocabulary

Tbb incorrect quotes 5

echo 501st brain activated

tbb incorrect quotes 3

Trooper cottontail

Fives barcode on thigh

tbb incorrect quotes 7

Anakin starts hearing background music

501st incorrect quotes 1

tbb incorrect quotes 4

tbb incorrect quotes 2

oddly specific star wars headcannons

Fox seduces the chancellor

Hunter is short, tech holds on hip

Tup recording documentary

barracks on fire

goodnight kisses

Obiwan is gay confirmed

What was really said

Day one seminar on how to command clone troopers

palpatine’s fourth zoom meeting

501st don’t get the joke

IG-11 and boba fett

Not all men

Greef Karga

Fox’s ct number is 1010

501st headcannons

Humorous scenes from the book

about the 104th wolfpack

How to write smut

Why tech’s armor is lighter

how tech got his name

tbb tag yourself

Wolffe being a mood

Clone wars how do you like your coffee

If fives met the bad batch

Plo is clone dad

Clones what non-military career do you think youd be good at

O66 if their chips were secretly removed

Clone wars ‘bloopers’

Palps made a shiny cry

You ignorant slut

~Memes~

Hunter selling echo

Caleb kicking crosshair

Tech is angry cat

TBB fuck tier list

Star wars fuck tier list

TBB and omega as text posts

How to negotiate a higher salary

Fox in VR

On all levels except physical I am a wolf

Fives didn’t connect shit

Rex and fives relationship in one still

Two bagels

TBB madagascar penguins

the senate meeting was cancelled croissants

Wrecker as text posts

Omega as text posts

Hunter as text posts

Crosshair as text posts

Crosshair as text posts 2

Tech-st posts

Echo as text posts

Right on schedule

They’re just dancing don’t worry about it

tbb as quotes from the office

regs as quotes from the office

Anakin becomes a problem

Look at all the fucks I don’t give, anakin

Clone troopers as memes

Inhibitor chip removal at claire’s

murder is okay art

TBB spoilers without context

Starwars characters as mulaney quotes

Tech is bigfoot

Tbb as bird memes

Hands are for echo

Fives careless whisper

~Gifs~

angry cute echo

Tech and Omega

Tech in blacks

Crosshair doesn’t miss but CT-9904 does

I won’t leave you, not this time

Rex is a good listener

Tech is a confident nerd

Wrecker the gentleman

Echo needs a hug

Where is my grumpy grump

Tech panics over info

We were brothers once

TBB 1.14

Crosshair in battle simulation

This reg we like

Tech in clone wars

Clones with real face

Every named clone trooper so far

Cody and obi like meercats

Crosshair smile

Crosshair tbb

Echo watching Rex

~Art~

Echo in the sun

Echo and tech

Bad batch back together

Bad batch in civvies

Tech and Wrecker

A wild tech appears

Tech and Echo fixing stuff

Badass Obiwan and Cody

Cody in suit

Echo and Fives

Clone trooper armour

79s

Hunter and Crosshair

Drinking coffee

Loth cats and wolfpack

Tech

Wolffe and Plo

Cody

Wolffe is ready to kill C3PO

Trooper shenanigans

Ahsoka and Obiwan

Neon Rex

Rex

~Photos/ Screenshots~

Hot Echo

Tech smiling

Echo is Majestic

Angry sexy hunter

Wolffe’s legendary eye roll

TBB barracks

Crosshair icons

Rex dad joke

~Fics~

returning from the dead is easier said than done

Rex kissing reader without thinking in front of people

Stress relief

Tech Savvy

The coffee house

Keep your captains close

Random tech headcannon

Omega and Cross and Lothcats

Bad batch headcannons

Mama wolffe

Routine affection

Talk about it

Soft echo headcannons

Mistletoe mishaps

Unexpected kiss

TBB game night headcannons

flirting with clone troopers

Deaf crosshair headcannons

Tech x reader

Echo and pop

Fives misusing protection crystals

Clones giving bad relationship advice

Don’t give five’s vodka

The TILF awards

Clone dad’s and the weird/creepy things their kids say

Annual jedi council holiday party

Anakin’s hand

Wolffe’s eye

Coming out to mando

Helping wolffe shave

SW characters watching shrek

put your clothes on fives and echo

Echo good baker, fives good chef

Echo’s missing blasters

Get the captain to rest

Night before thanksgiving poem

~Fake texts~

Commanders accidentally texting you

TBB fake texts

How tbb would react to you wanting a baby

~Other??~

idfk1

idfk2

SW writing resources

[gothy-froggy]

Requests

Open :

Closed :❌

Hello so I’m realizing that the only way I’ll be making fan fics is that I get requests so I’m making this if anyone wants to requests anything!

Star Wars

Jedi/light force users

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Anakin Skywalker x reader

(Mandalorian/Rebels) Ahsoka Tano x reader

Luke Skywalker x reader

Leia Organa x reader

Qui-Gon Jinn x reader

(Caleb Dume) Kanan Jarrus x reader

Cal Kestis x reader

Aalya Secura x reader 

Shaak Ti x reader

Bounty Hunters/Smugglers/etc

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Bossk

Cad Bane

Embo

Asajj Ventress 

Fennec Shand

Han Solo

Zam Wesell

Din Dirjin 

Hando Ohnaka

Sith/Dark force users

Darth Vader

Darth Maul

Revan

Darth Nihilus 

General Grievous 

(More coming soon)

Clones 

Fives x reader

Rex x reader

Cody x reader

Hunter x reader

Tech x reader

Crosshair x reader

Echo x reader

Wrecker x reader

Wolffe x reader

Tup x reader

Fox x reader

Others

Eli Vanto x reader

Thrawn x reader

Hera Syndulla x reader

(Others coming soon)

Dead by Daylight

Killers 

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen (Ghostface)

Herman Carter (Doctor) x reader

Evan Macmillan (Trapper) x reader

Philip Ojomo (Wraith) x reader

Michael Myers (Shape) x reader 

Anna (Huntress) x reader

Adiris (Plague) x reader

Legion (Frank,Susie,Julie,Joey) x reader

Kazan Yomaoka (Oni) x reader

Caleb Quinn x reader

Pyramid Head (Executioner) x reader

Ji-WoonHak (Trickster) x reader

Tarhos Kovács (Knight) x reader

Survivor 

Feng Min x reader 

Quentin Smith x reader

Kate Denson x reader

Steve Harrington x reader

Yui Kimura x reader

Leon Scott Kennedy x reader

Jill Valentine x reader

Jake Park x reader

Vittorio Toscano x reader

Slashers/Killers/Horror Movies

Ghostface (Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Mickey Altieri) x reader

Pinhead x reader

Harry Warden (Miner) x reader

Jason Voorhees x reader

Brahms Heelshire (Boy) x reader

Michael Myers x reader

Bubba Sawyer x reader

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Bo Sinclair x reader

Vincent Sinclair x reader

Billy Lenz x reader

Dark Deception

Bierce x reader

Reaper nurse x reader

Malak x reader

Doug Houser x reader

Gold Watchers x reader

(More coming soon)

You all are able to requests Fandoms and characters! AUs/plots as well (will be coming soon)

Resident Evil

Claire Redfield x reader

Chris Redfield x reader

Leon Kennedy x reader

Jill Valentine x reader

Carlos Oliveira x reader

Ethan Winters x reader

Lady Dimitrescu x reader

Karl Heisenberg x reader

Albert Wesker x reader

Ada Wong x reader

DC

Jerome Valeska x reader

Jeremiah Valeska x reader

Edward Nygma x reader

Victor Zsasz x reader 

Oswald Cobblepot x reader

Johnathan Crane x reader

Jervis Tetch x reader

Twisted Wonderland 

Riddle Rosehearts x reader

Ace Trappola x reader

Deuce Spade x reader

Trey Clover x reader

Cater Diamond x reader

Leona Kingscholar x reader 

Jack Howl x reader

Ruggie Bucchi x reader

Azul Ashengrotto x reader

Jade Leech x reader

Floyd Leech x reader

Kalim Al-Asim x reader

Jamil Viper x reader

Vil Schoenheir x reader

Epel Felmier x reader

Rook Hunt x reader 

Idia Shroud 

Malleus Draconia x reader 

Lilia Vanrouge x reader

Silver x reader 

Sebek Zigvolt x reader

(more coming soon) 

 Will Not Write

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Stuff like those

[seaofashes]

EPISODE THOUGHTS™™™

I GENUINELY DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START, MY MIND IS GOING EVERYWHERE. USUALLY I BREAK TO WRITE BITS OF THIS DURING THE EPISODE BUT TODAY I GENUINELY WAS ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT SO THIS MIGHT BE REALLY SCATTERED

HONESTLY LOVE SEEING CID'S NOW, LOVE THE CRAZY ASS VIBE WE GET FROM IT

WRECKER AND OMEGA? SO SWEET. LOVE THAT THEY HAVE A LIL TRADITION I'M GONNA CRY THAT'S SO CUTE

👀 CLOAKED FIGURE FROM THE CALL BEFORE 👀👀👀

T E C H YOU SMARTASS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH "that's not her ugly side?" NVHGGHG TECH OH MY FUCKING GOD. WE GOT A SAVAGE ON OUR HANDS AND I'M NOT TALKING OPRESS

wHaT was tHaT GoGglES

R E X IT'S HIM! IT'S HIM!!! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I FEEL LIKE TOM HOLLAND WHEN HE SEEN RDJ OHMYGODITSCAPTAINREX PONCHO BOI!

IT REALLY IS MR. RETURN OF THE JAIG EYES AND I'M JUST SHAKING RN

WRECKER HUG REX BRAIN GO BRRRR. PLEASE I'M SOFT LIL BIG BRO SAID GET OVER HERE WE HUGGING

"I thought you didn't like regs?" "This one we like" Wrecker said "this one sparks joy."

ALSO OMEGA INSPECTING REX, IDK WHY BUT THAT SCENE MADE ME SOFT. LIKE REX AND KID INTERACTIONS MAKE ME SOFT STOP IT (don't actually, keep giving me that shit)

OOOH REX AINT FUCKIN AROUND HE SAID BITCH! Y'ALL DIDN'T TO TO CLAIRES! AND GET UR CHIPS REMOVED! NUH UH U STAY TF BACK

We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship zooming through the sky clone force 99

FIVES MENTION AND I'M CRYING. GOD I JUST- LITERALLY HIS NAME IS SAID ONCE AND I FUCKING BREAK DOWN

sTaY aBOVE THE WATER LINE. SOMETHING BAD IS GONNA HAPPEN AND WHY DO IK IT'S GONNA BE TO WRECKER.

Y'ALL CAN'T GIVE HIS HEAD OR FEAR OF HEIGHTS A BREAK HUH?

I FUCKING KNEW IT OH MY GOD WRECKER SWEETIE I'M SO SORRY THAT THING ALMOST ATE YOU I AM GOING TO CRY DEAR GOD

Oh no...oh god. You guys stop saying order 66 and Jedi and padawan this isn't going to be good.

Oh GOD OH NO IT'S HAPPENING THERE'S NO STAYING CALM I'M FUCKING BAWLING MY EYES OUT RIGHT NOW

THIS IS EQUALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES IN THE FUCKING SERIES AND MY MOST HATED. THE FUCKING VIBES ARE TERRIFYING AND THAT'S IMMACULATE. IT LOOKS PHENOMENAL AND STRIKES TERROR AND IT'S SO GOOD BUT SO FUCKING HEARTBREAKING SEEING THIS.

NOT OMEGA. NOOOOOOOOO. THIS SCENE HURTS SO MUCH MORE THAN I IMAGINED IT WOULD. THIS IS HEARTBREAKING MAN. SO MUCH PAIN

I REPEAT GOOD SOLDIERS DON'T FOLLOW S H I T STOP THAT

REX PULLS THROUGH WITH THE SAVE

Omega 🥺 she said no I'm staying by his side

HE'S AWAKE!!!

YOUR CHIP GETS REMOVED! AND YOUR CHIP GETS REMOVED! EVERYONE THEIR GETS THEY'RE CHIPS REMOVED!

Wrecker and Omega are literally going to make me explode

So no Crosshair? *Throws phone on the ground* but they're calling the empire so... Crosshair on their trail soon? Kinda scared but excited to see where the show takes all of this

Anyway I loved it! That fucking Wrecker scene was done great and it literally made me gasp, stop breathing and literally sit on the edge of my seat. And we got the return of the Jaig Eyes Mr. Gen 1. There are things I would have liked to see/have touched on more but all in all it was solid

[moonstrider9904]

i just came here to scream

CLAIR AND CROSSHAIR SUPREMACY!!!! MOONLIGHT SUPREMACY!!!!

that's all😌

Nuu!! They are definitely my OTP. And I'm so happy you love them so ❤️

[haloangel391]

A Star Wars New Years

This drabble is a little silly, I’m sorry I couldn’t resist. It’s inspired by the wonderful responses to my latest: GAME TIME!!! Hope you all like it. I’m tagging everybody that played the game or that has played the game in the past and showed a particular interest in a trooper. A majority of these situations are based on past GAME TIME answers.

Love you all and Happy New Year!

Who is Who: @captainrexisboo (Liz x Captain Rex) @din-dameron (DD x Fives) @just-some-girl-92 (Dell x Del) @cherry-cokes-world (Cher x Alpha-17) @nelba (Albane x Niner) @peacefulwizardfox (Johanna x Crosshair) and Me: haloangel391 (Claire x Ponds).

“They’ll be here!,” I stated again. Dell, Liz, and DD looked at me with slight irritation written across all of their faces at my overly optimistic attitude. To be fair their boyfriends were 2 hours late. 

I had decided to throw a New Years Eve party for all of the new friends I made this year. We met through an online group chat, specifically designed to help those who were in a relationship with partners who traveled a lot. I don’t know if the company who made the chat room realized how many of its members are in an illegal relationship with half of the clone troopers in the GAR.

The party was a hit for the first hour that people were arriving, but as the second hour crept by half the party was getting antsy. The problem was the 501st. They were incredibly late and because they were dating half the attending party, their absence was extremely noticeable.

“How do you know that?” Dell states from beside me, her party hat slightly crooked atop her head. Liz and DD looked up at me as well from their plate of chocolate mousse.

“Because,” I stated simply, “if he doesn’t show up I know for a fact that Sev is going to kick his shebs”, a smirk making its way onto my lips as I take a sip of my beer, making her laugh.

 “Sev wouldn’t do that,” Dell remarked, making me raise my eyebrows in disbelief. 

I heard a soft chuckle and we all turned to see Niner across the room where he was eating some of my famous casserole with Albane, “Yes he would,” he stated with a smirk, “you’re like his little sister, he’d definitely kick his ass if he doesn’t show up tonight.”

Dell’s eyes widened in slight horror, “What?!”

“But he’s not going to because he’ll be here! Besides you two literally have the same name, you were meant for each other, I’m sure they just got held up in traffic or something” I state trying to calm the situation down a bit. 

As if on cue, someone knocked on the door, Ponds and I made eye contact from across the room, a silent conversation going between us, if this wasn’t the boys in blue they were going to be in deep bantha fodder. 

Ponds opened the door and sighed in relief, “where have you all been?” he questioned as he held the door open for the three troopers to come in. Fives, Rex and Del all came through the door. Fives eyes search the room until they finally land on DD. His eyes light up as he goes over to them and wastes no time in sweeping them up into a bone crushing hug and giving them a searing kiss on the lips. I stepped back a bit, slightly uncomfortable by just how enthusiastic Fives was being. 

“Hey Reg,” Crosshair called from the couch where he had his arm wrapped around Johanna, “the kissing isn’t supposed to be until midnight.”

Lips never leaving DD’s, Fives simply flipped Crosshair the finger from its place on DD’s waist.

“Sorry we’re late,” I heard Rex say as Liz made her way over to him, “Skywalker,” is all he said. 

“Was there a meeting?” Liz questioned from beside him, before giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, they were truly adorable. 

Rex threw his arm around her shoulder and sighed, “no he just --” 

“-- wouldn’t stop talking!” Fives exclaimed, interrupting the Captain. “He was giving the longest toast I’ve ever heard in my life, pretty sure he was drunk.”

I giggle slightly at that, trying to imagine the great General Skywalker drunk off his ass and loudly toasting to the whole 501st.

Everyone started to gather in the living room in front of the holo to watch the performances leading up to the new year, the fireworks display truly was something spectacular. I jump slightly as I felt a pair of arms come around my waist, giggling when I realized it was only Ponds. 

“Hi,” I laughed, turning my head slightly to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek, “what are you up to?” I question.

“Oh nothing major, just checking on my beautiful girlfriend.” he mumbled into my ear, making me flush bright crimson, I swat his shoulder playfully earning a laugh from him.

“Did you see what Del brought?” he asked, making me frown slightly,  “no, I didn’t.” I search the room with my eyes where I now see Dell sitting with Del. She has a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting in her lap, a shy smile on her face as Del puts some of the flowers in her braid. Maker they’re cute together.

“Huh, smart man,” I say with a smile. I glance at the whole party and take in the new friends I made this year. 

Albane was now sitting on a loveseat with Niner, she had told me earlier that she hoped to share her first kiss with him tonight, I was rooting for her in my head. 

Alpha-17 was lurking in the corner of the living room staring at Cher with so much longing in his eyes it hurt my heart, why he had yet to profess his love to them was beyond me. It was obvious to all but the two that they were madly in love with each other. If there’s another mistletoe incident and he doesn’t kiss them again tonight, I’m gonna slap him across the head. 

Crosshair and Johanna have disappeared from the group, I start to panic slightly until I remembered that I locked all of the bedroom doors, a lesson I learned when we all went to Liz’s house for the Life Day party. We all laugh about it now, all except for Rex.

I glance over at DD and Fives, his lips finally unattached from their face, DD is sitting comfortably on his lap watching someone sing on the holo. Fives is looking at DD like they are the most beautiful star in the galaxy. 

Liz and Rex are standing behind the couch, his arm still slung around her with her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. In this light I can clearly see her beautiful blue engagement ring glittering on her hand. 

My eyes snap back to Fives as I hear him shouting that the countdown has begun. Everyone starts counting down, “20, 19, 18, 17…”

I glance around the room again and can’t help but smile. This year has been tough, there was no denying that. But as I saw everybody crowded around the holo and chanting the countdown, I realized just how lucky I was. I made some incredible good friends this year. 

“... 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!”

I sighed happily and turned around, still in Ponds arms and kissed him, the chaos around me becoming muted as I got lost in his warm lips. 

I pull away and look up into his eyes and smile, “Happy New Year,” I say softly, cupping his cheek. He smiled at me and held my hand to his face, “Happy New Year,” he whispered back.

I hear a loud cheer from behind me and turn around in time to see Alpha-17 cupping Cher’s face and giving them a kiss with a softness I didn’t know the ARC could muster. Next to them Albane gives Niner a shy kiss on the lips, his eyes widen in surprise, but he’s quick to pull her closer to him, deepening the kiss. 

Crosshair and Johanna make an appearance behind them, Johanna’s hair in a slight state of disarray and Crosshair’s lips are painted a beautiful shade of red, the red I believe Johanna was wearing at the beginning of the night. 

I laugh at all of my friend’s antics, happy that I met such incredible people. 

Maybe this year wasn’t too bad after all.

END.

@captainrexisboo @din-dameron @just-some-girl-92 @cherry-cokes-world @nelba @peacefulwizardfox

[wild-karrde]

If it isn't too late, I'd like to recommend @moonstrider9904 and her Moonlight series - I haven't read it yet but I've read the first two chapters of the sequel Gravitation so I know it's going to be super cute. (also these fics are 18+) Thanks in advance!!

You're right on time (and even if you were late, I'd just roll it to next week, so never hesitate to send me something if you want to add a rec!). And YES to the Moonlight series! This is one I am VERY MUCH looking forward to reading now that I've got some free time on my hands. Thanks so much for the rec! :)

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[twistnet]

fandom + character list

this is the current list of characters i write for.  all of the characters, to include the poly-pairings are strictly for reader inserts — note ; if a character is not listed below, i do not write for them anymore

✰ — ARCANE

characters ; vi, jinx, viktor, jayce talis, caitlyn kiramman, ekko, vander, silco, sevika

poly-pairings ; vi x sevika, vi x caitlyn, vander x silco, silco x sevika, jayce x viktor

✰ — CSI MIAMI

characters ; tim speedle, eric delko, calleigh duquesne

✰ — CALL OF DUTY

characters ; john price, simon ‘ghost’ riley, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, könig, valeria garza

✰ — DAZED & CONFUSED

characters ; randall ‘pink’ floyd, jodi kramer, kevin pickford, benny o’donnell

✰ — MARVEL

daredevil // punisher

characters ; frank castle, billy russo, matt murdock

avengers

characters ; yelena belova, bucky barnes, sam wilson, scott lang, stephen strange, robbie reyes

spider-verse

characters ; miguel o’hara, hobie brown

miscellaneous

characters ; peter parker, druig, sersi, kingo

✰ — MAYANS MC

characters ; coco cruz, bishop losa, creeper vargas, nestor oceteva, luisa ‘adelita’ espina

✰ — NARCOS

characters ; javier peña, steve murphy, horacio carrillo

poly-pairings ; javier peña x steve murphy, javier peña x horacio carrillo

✰ — ONE CHICAGO

chicago fire

characters ; matt casey, kelly severide, leslie shay, sylvie brett, stella kidd, brian ‘otis’ zvonecek, joe cruz christoper herrmann, violet mikami, evan hawkins, greg grainger

poly-pairings ; kelly severide x stella kidd, matt casey x kelly severide, matt casey x sylvie brett, stella kidd x sylvie brett, brian zvonecek x joe cruz

chicago pd

characters ; adam ruzek, kim burgess, kevin atwater, antonio dawson, hailey upton, erin lindsay

poly-pairings ; adam ruzek x kim burgess, kim burgess x hailey upton

chicago med

characters ; will halstead, connor rhodes sarah reese, ava bekker, ethan choi

poly-pairings ; ava bekker x connor rhodes, sarah reese x connor rhodes

crossover

poly-pairings ; matt casey x antonio dawson, antonio dawson x sylvie brett, ava bekker x erin lindsay

✰ — PRODIGAL SON

characters ; malcolm bright, gil arroyo, dani powell

poly-pairings ; malcolm bright x dani powell

✰ — RESIDENT EVIL

characters ; jill valentine, clarie redfield, leon kennedy, carlos oliveira

poly-pairings ; leon kennedy x claire redfield, jill valentine x claire redfield, jill valentine x carlos oliveira

✰ — SONS OF ANARCHY

characters ; chibs telford, tig trager, jax teller, happy lowman

✰ — STAR WARS

jedi : fallen order

characters ; cal kestis, trilla sunduri, merrin

poly-pairings ; trilla sundari x cal kestis

bad batch // clone wars

characters ; anakin skywalker, obi wan kenobi, padme amidala, crosshair, wrecker, tech, echo, captain rex

andor // rogue one

characters ; cassian andor, jyn erso, bodhi rook, bix caleen

the mandalorian // book of boba fett

characters ; din djarin, boba fett, fennec shand, cobb vanth, luke skywalker, ahsoka tano

poly-pairings ; fennec shand x boba fett, din djarin x boba fett , cobb vanth x din djarin, luke skywalker x din djarin

✰ — STRANGER THINGS

characters ; robin buckley, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, jonathan byers, alexei smirnoff, joyce byers, jim hopper, karen wheeler, eddie munson, dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov, chrissy cunningham, peter ballard, argyle

poly-pairings ; steve harrington x nancy wheeler, nancy wheeler x jonathan byers, nancy wheeler x robin buckley, steve harrington x eddie munson, eddie munson x chrissy cunningham, dmitri ‘enzo’ antonov x jim hopper

✰ — SWAT

characters ; dominique luca, chris alonso, hondo harrelson, deacon kay, victor tan, jim street, donovan rocker, erika rogers, nora fowler, jessica cortez, robert hicks

poly-pairings ; chris alonso x jim street, hondo harrelson x jessica cortez, jim street x victor tan

✰ — TOP GUN

characters ; natasha ‘phoenix’ trace, robert ‘bob’ floyd, reuben ‘payback’ fitch, mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia, jake ‘hangman’ seresin, bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, javy ‘coyote’ machado, beau ‘cyclone’ simpson, pete ‘maverick’ mitchell, tom ‘iceman’ kazansky, ron ‘slider’ kerner, nick ‘goose’ bradshaw, rick ‘hollywood’ neven, leonard ‘wolfman’ wolfe, charles ‘chipper’ piper

poly-pairings ; natasha trace x jake seresin, natasha trace x robert floyd, jake seresin x bradley bradshaw, pete mitchell x tom kazansky, tom kazansky x ron kerner, rick neven x leonard wolfe

✰ THE LAST OF US.

characters ; ellie williams, joel miller, tess servopoulos, tommy miller, abby anderson, dina

poly-pairings ; ellie williams x dina

✰ — UNCHARTED

characters ; nathan drake, sam drake, chloe frazer, nadine ross, elena fisher, rafe adler

poly-pairings ; sam drake x chloe frazer, nathan drake x elena fisher, sam drake x rafe adler, chloe fraze x nadine ross

✰ — 911

characters ; evan ‘buck’ buckley, eddie diaz, bobby nash, howard ‘chimney’ han, henrietta ‘hen’ wilson, ravi panikkar, lou ransone

poly-pairings ; evan buckley x eddie diaz

[likethetailofacomet]

Anchor, Lighthouse

It’s been a week since Claire left the palace, since she and Drake had carved out a piece of paradise for themselves. But it’s time for the Regatta- time to return to the rigors of the social season. 

Pairing: Drake x Claire 

Warning: violence, murder, mentions of abusive behaviors 

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Claire stood on the dock gazing out at the cerulean expanse of ocean before her, the energizing warmth of the sun at her back. She smiled, completely at home with the wind and the sea, with the boats and anchors and gulls. Flags from every duchy in Cordonia whipped about in the breeze, cheerful and bright. Drake had been telling her about the Regatta all week. It was one of his favorite yearly events and she could see why. She heard footsteps coming up the dock and a tingling feeling went through her as she waited for his arms to snake around her waist.“Claire,” it wasn’t the voice she expected to hear, and it sucked the air right from her lungs. The warmth of the sun did nothing against the chill his threatening tone induced. “Turn around, Claire.”

She knew she shouldn’t, but she pivoted slowly until his Cheshire Cat grin filled her view. Her heartbeat quickened as she heard a drip drip drip and looked down in horror to see his hand hanging at his side, a long, black knife dripping drops of deep red blood onto the dock. She gasped, choking on fear, as her eyes came back up to his face, glee in his cold eyes at the reaction he’d caused in her. “I met your new friends, sweetie, see?” He moved aside and pointed down the dock with the knife.

Claire heard her own scream as she flew towards them, but it was too late. she collapsed to her knees beside Liam, Max and Hana, their blank eyes boring into her, their chests ripped to ribbons. She knew they were gone but her hands still pressed to their wounds to try to stop the bleeding. They came away crimson and hot, shaking. She couldn’t breathe. “No, no, no, no!” The word tumbled from her lips as though saying it over and over again would erase what Alex had done- what she had brought upon them all. She heard another pair of footsteps approaching and snapped her eyes up to see Drake running towards her, his soft leather eyes wide and panicked. “Berkley!” He shouted her name, “come on, we have to get out of here!” He reached for her hand to pull her to her feet.

“No, Drake, we have to help them!” Her voice sounded foreign to her as her blood rushed in her ears. “We can’t, Berkley, we have to go, come on!” He scooped her up, her bloody hands staining his shirt and skin. He set her on her feet and, grabbing her hand, started running. She stumbled and fell, hitting the dock boards hard, and he spun around to help her up again. As she reached for him he jerked to a halt, eyes widening. The hand he’d been stretching out to help her up with went to his chest, where Alex’s knife was burried to the handle. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing but shallow breaths came out as he fell beside her. She screamed his name, begged him to open his eyes. But just like the others, she knew there was nothing she could do. She lay her head on his chest and listened as his heart stopped beating. Sobs wracked her body, her breaths coming jaggedly, tearing at her lungs. She heard Alex’s footsteps coming towards her but didn’t move- wouldn’t move from Drake’s side. She’d die there with him, she wouldn’t let him be alone. She didn’t turn around as she heard him say “your turn, sweetie.”

Claire’s eyes opened and her breath shuddered. It was just a dream- another one. The regatta was that afternoon, and Drake was asleep next to her, his arm draped protectively over her side. She’d gotten good over the last week at realizing that the too real visions and feelings were just her sleeping mind’s way of reminding her that Alex was still out there- that no matter how safe she felt here with Drake in this haven away from the palace, she wasn’t. None of them were.

She twisted to face him, his arm sliding over her skin, still asleep. His dark hair fell across his forehead, messy and endearing. Soft, comforting snores came from somewhere in the back of his throat, his lips parted slightly. Claire’s eyes roved over his jaw where almost a weeks ‘s worth of growth covered his chin- their time away from the palace meant he didn’t have to keep up his normal shaving routine, but she knew he’d shave today before the Regatta. She knew he didn’t want to, but that he would. She was learning things like that about him. For a few moments she lay there, watching the rise and fall of his muscular, bare chest- gentle and rhythmic. No bad dreams for him.

He’d promised her after every dream that he wouldn’t let Alex hurt her. That he’d stop him before he got anywhere near them. She’d wanted to believe him so, so badly, but she also didn’t want him promising anything that could make her nightmares reality; that could put him in the crosshairs meant for her.

Claire brought her thin, still trembling fingers to brush the hair from his forehead. she tilted her face upwards to kiss him sweetly, lips still quivering from watching him die for the fifth time that week. He’d comforted her and held her and dried her tears each time, softly reassuring her that it was alright, that they were safe, together, and that their friends were, too. She shivered as she remembered her last phone call with Dan. He’d told her that he’d seen Alex walking towards Keagan’s during Ruby’s shift from a block away. He’d turned and looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with Dan before waving and smirking, then turned down a different street. Dan had called the police and let them know and asked to keep an extra eye around the bar, but it was New York and Alex was just one of millions.

Drake stirred awake as she kissed him again, opening his eyes and inhaling through his nose. “Morning, Berkley,” he mumbled, voice lazy.

“Morning, Drake,” she said, and fit herself against his shoulder.

“Sleep okay?” He asked, trailing his fingers up her back. He knew the answer was probably no, that her dreams had probably haunted her again, but he asked her every morning anyway, hoping for a different answer. Hoping that he’d made her feel safe enough, that he’d shown her that he would be her anchor in any storm. He felt her shake her head against his chest and thought, tomorrow, maybe. “Dreams again?”

“It was everyone this time, Drake.” Her voice was barely audible. “It was Liam and Max and Hana and you... at the Regatta...he killed everyone.” She let out a breath and he kissed the top of her head.

“Everyone’s okay, Berkley. There’s extra security, everyones okay.” He tightened his hold on her, pressing her to him, warm and real. “And I’m not letting him near you, baby, not if I can help it. You know that.” It wasn’t a question.

“I know, Drake...” she lifted her head to meet his eyes and a love so deep it took his breath away echoed throughout his whole body. “Make love to me?” She asked.

He cupped the side of her face and drew her in for a long, languid kiss that made her sigh against his mouth. When their bodies joined all thoughts of her dreams faded away, replaced with the ecstasy of feeling him move in her. After, they lay tangled, Claire dropping tiny kisses behind his ear and down his neck, his lips twitching up into a smile with each one. They stayed like that for most of the morning, until it was time to get dressed and ready for the Regatta. The two of them shared the small bathroom; Claire fixing her hair, Drake shaving, and for a second everything felt so peaceful, so perfect- a loving couple getting ready together. Drake wiped the excess shaving cream from his face and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. “You look beautiful, Berkley,” he said, smiling at her. He craved these moments, these little pieces of the normal life he pictured for the two of them. She smiled back and he thought about how he'd never grow tired of seeing that sight.

The drive to the docks was quick and quiet, Claire's hand firmly secured in Drake's, resting on the shifter. Drake knew she was nervous to be around everyone again, nervous that something might happen at the Regatta. She'd been back to the palace a few times this week, for appearances, but Drake had been right by her side most of the time, and they'd never stayed for more than an hour or two. Today was going to be different as it was a very public event with tons of media coverage and on lookers. Claire remembered Drake's words the night of the Lythikos Ball, when he'd told her that no one could know that she wasn't in Cordonia to vie for Liam's hand. She remembered Dan telling her about the tabloid picture of her and Drake walking side by side near the stables back at the racetrack and shivered, wondering if Bastien's handling of the situation by telling the magazine that Drake had been asked by Liam to help acclimate the American to Cordonia's ways had worked. She knew the magazine hadn't run any more stories on them, but couldn't help but wonder whether or not anyone believed that excuse. This afternoon, at the race, Drake and Claire would have to spend as little time together in the public eye as possible, and Drake knew that she was scared. If he was being honest, he was a little scared, too.

They pulled in and Drake put the truck in park. He brought Claire's knuckles up to his lips and kissed them sweetly. “Okay, Berkley, now you know everything is going to be alright, right? It's just a few hours of this and then we can relax, and I'll be keeping my eye on you, even if I can't be there holding your hand,” he kissed her knuckles again. “I'm still not letting anything happen to you. Not today, not ever. So don't let that nightmare rent any space in your mind today, alright?” He smiled, his eyes softening.

Claire nodded. “I know,” she said quietly. She brought her hand up to cup his cheek before pressing her lips to his. She closed her eyes and kissed him like it might be her last kiss on Earth and felt him sigh against her mouth. They broke apart, noses brushing, foreheads together, and sat there for a few seconds soaking up the lingering love left over from the kiss. Finally, she nodded again and sad, “See you in a few hours,” before giving him what she hoped was a brave grin and exiting the truck.

The day had proven to be enjoyable; the absolutely stunning blue sky and wide open ocean, the boat races, the conversation. Claire had stolen glances at Drake all afternoon and he'd done the same, careful not to spend too much time in the same vicinity as one another. Aside from a momentary flashback to her dream when she saw her friends- their cold, lifeless faces, their blood soaked chests- she'd been holding herself together quite well. Eventually it was time to leave, but first the media was asking a few questions of each of the suitors. Most of the questions revolved around fashion, the history of the Regatta, or how the suitor in question was feeling about her odds of Liam choosing her. When it was Claire's tun, however, they seemed hell-bent on exposing the American Mystery Woman in some way, making her reiterate what Bastien had said about her relationship with Drake, making her answer tough questions about why she thought she even deserved to take part in Cordonia's traditions. They'd asked her about her past and if there were any jealous ex boyfriends out there that the crown should worry about- the reporters and photographers had all laughed then, their words just a joke. She felt her blood run cold and tried to keep from shaking as she'd answered with a simple “no.” She'd somehow gotten through it, and strode to the spot where Drake had parked as quickly as she could. Her heart pounded as she opened the door and got inside. Immediately his hand was holding hers, and she leaned her head against his chest, feeling his heart beat against her cheek. “Hi,” she said softly, the relief of being back together washing over her in crashing ocean waves. .

“Hey, Berkley, you did great. We're done! It's over,” he soothed her, his arm coming around her in a quick embrace. “Now, I have an idea,” he took the arm from around her, his hand going up the back of his neck, a sheepish grin on his face.

Claire picked her head up and gave him a warm smile. This man was amazing, the way he gave her exactly what she needed, the way he cared deeply about her, the way he wanted to keep her from ever feeling threatened or lost or scared. “Let's hear it,” she said, feeling better already.

“Well, the night we met you took me to your secret beach and I was thinking that I should return the favor.”

She grinned. “Just us?”

He returned her grin, eyes growing hungry as he looked her over. “Just us, Berkley.” Just us and the sand and the sun and the waves, just us and our lips and our hands and our bodies, just me and you, Berkley, just the way it's supposed to be, just you, my lighthouse, and me, your anchor.