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Hello everyone! It’s finally here Chapter 9 Part 2. I’m soooo sorry it took months longer than expected but I’m sooo excited & hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻 This chapter is kinda dark and there may be some trigger warnings so please DO NOT read if any bother you.

Big thanks to my amazing girls @hellhound5925 and @lune-de-miel-au-paradis for their help on this 🩷🩷& again @hellhound5925 for letting me use her BOUJEE BAD B character Raven 🤩🤩

Dividers by the best always @idontgetanysleep 🥰

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗱 ⠀

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟵 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗼𝘅, 𝗢𝗖 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗻, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗖 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 , 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗣𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝟱𝟬𝟭𝘀𝘁, 𝗥𝗲𝘅, 𝗔𝗿𝗳 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙨

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3540

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂- 𝗢𝗖 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩 , 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 , 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆, 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻

The sun goes down and the light has betrayed you. The compact room you had been thrown in was bleak, icy and almost completely dark. The only illumination came from the energy binders secured around your wrists. The chill danced across your body as darkness engulfed you- it was not merely the darkness that came out of absence of light. No it was much more sinister.

The continuous rolling your shoulders to try and relieve some of the stiffness from your body grew tiresome. If the cold bite of the permacrete floor beneath your knees is any indication of the treatment of the men who captured you then you only hoped for an end. Another moment felt like another eternity. Yet of course you longed for Wolffe to hold you, to save you- to be completely safe in his embrace, but there was no arms just chains to hold you.

It hurts physically and mentally. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst into fire. Your mind racing with the same question over and over. Is this my end.

Unsure if this is reality or some fucked up dream.

It had been 3 days. Three long, tiring and completely wasted days, to no avail any step closer to finding the only thing he cares about. The image of you wavers so bold in his mind but the guilt is slowly overtaking him, the pain he is carrying weighs heavy on his shoulders, the utter agony and weakness he feels would be enough to decommission him if the Kaminons still had control.

Weak, he is fucking weak and he knows it.

He had seen his world change and tomorrow may fall but today has already gone.

The night air was crisp, like shards of ice in Wolffe’s lungs. His skin was pulled taught beneath his eyes, completely sleep deprived, weary muscles ache as a low dull thump lays into the base of his skull.

His two fingers pinch the bridge of his nose hoping to relieve the tension that continues to build up behind his eyes, the clenching pain bubbling away through out his body only exacerbates the prickling feeling of guilt that torment his soul.

“Copy that brother.”

The beep of Fox’s commlink snaps Wolffe briefly back to reality.

Fox clears his throat quietly before placing a caring hand across Wolffe’s broad shoulder.

“Ner vod, I’m sorry but Hound and his team have lost track of her. The massiff’s can’t seem to pick the scent back up…”

Wolffe rubs his temple sucking in a deep sigh. A single tear rolls down his cheek splashing against his scratched armor.

“Fuck” he curses under his breath pained.

“Rex and his team have joined forces with Boost, Sinker and Comet from what I’ve been made aware they are currently in the lower levels.”

“We will find her brother.” The hoarseness in his voice apparent, determined to find you. The close bond you and Fox shared was evident to Wolffe.

The caf had gone cold still Wolffe continued to sup away, the now bland and unsatisfying taste began to vex him, his mind was racing with thought after thought- but he couldn’t pervade his head with such a dark concept, it was becoming a struggle to stay favourable.

“Fighting and war was all we had been bred for Fox…at least that’s how I truly felt until her….finally I had found something I never had”

“Never dreamed I could have and it’s slipping through my fingers” The perturb was visible, deep in Wolffe’s eyes.

“SHE is slipping through my fingers” his last sentence began to crack and waiver.

The agony presented itself as clear as day nothing like his usual cocksure but cold manner.

Stiffness clouded the air, a quiet soreness that silenced the room- only the light raggedy breathing of the Commanders could be heard.

The moonless night was dark, enveloping the planet below casting a mysterious shadow across everything in its path. Yet scattered stars that danced across the vast expanse of sky began to illuminate the upper levels of Coruscant with their gentle glow. A glimmer of hope that this nightmare could soon be over.

The velvety coal canvas seems to stretch almost endlessly and in this moment as the moon hides it face, the sharp shrill of commlinks and the loud clunk of the boots from the battle hard clones drowns out any other sounds from the citizens wandering the lower levels of this bustling metropolis.

“Two lifeforms have been following us for the last 25 minutes brother..” Tup quietly nudges Fives.

“Well spotted Tup, comm the Captain. Now!”

Fives stops and turns his sight to the men leaning ever so cocky against the building of a brightly lit Neon bar across the way. The larger of the two holding a small vibroblade scraping his finger up and down the sharpness of the object before dropping his head only so slightly - a spine chilling smile splashed across his face as he lets out a chuckle.

“Captain Rex- the two unfriendlies less than 10 feet behind Fives and I have been on our tails for well over 30 minutes” Tup calmly speaks into his comm.

Jesse and Rex stop almost instantly in their tracks with the Wolfpack up ahead turning around and following suit joining the rest of their brothers.

The commanding officer of the 501st removes his helmet,whilst the other hand grazes across his DC-15A blaster - the stern look on his face directed at the nat-borns only mere few feet away.

“We clocked them too sir” Sinker says as he takes his place next to Rex.

“Call it in to Commander Wolffe and Commander Fox they must be informed”

Rex prompts Sinker unfazed as the two men begin to make their way over to the group of soldiers.

“Squadron stay alert.” Rex warns over the comms.

He turns nodding at Sinker as the Nat-borns move in closer like a Gundark stalking its prey. The larger of the two stopped and stood afore Rex. Sizing him up.

Silence. One with a life of its own.

With a scoff, the elevated man turns to the other before rotating his attention back to the Captain.

“That freak with the scar not here eh? Can’t even make the effort to come for his stuck up bitch?”

Each of the clones clench their firsts at their sides, the ire plastered rather blatantly in their stance. The air so thick with tension. Tension like a dark black smoke from each of the burning fires that were Clone Troopers.

Boost grasps tightly at Comet’s wrist as he pushes his way forward- a firm way of explaining to his brother the time is not right.

Rex’s brows furrow for a second or two. The acute eye contact between himself and lofty man only intensifies the uncertainty of the current situation.

“The boss… he wants a holo meet with that freak”

“This evening 23.00 hours, here are the details …. Clone”

The word spit as if they weren’t even real men. As if they would never measure up. The contemptuous in tone only angers and each trooper further.

“Does your boss have a name?” Rex grits out between a clenched jaw.

Of course the battle hardened leader of the 501st keeps a cool yet calming aura.

“Finn.”

The name reverberated off the walls of the alley crawling over his skin. Rex puffed his chest out further to suppress a shiver. He of course would stand his ground until the men walked away. It’s what any leader, it’s what your lover Wolffe would do.

A small shit eating grin creeps the corner of his mouth. The two men turn to leave not before the few words that leaver Sinker’s mouth has his skin producing goosebumps.

“His name is Commander Wolffe”

“And he will end you and your fucking boss- you would do well to remember that.”

The nat-born stops in his tracks, the tension now almost palpable.

Another scoff.

“Yeah alright clone…”

The long and drawn out silence broken only by the thunder roaring furiously as the superiorly thick smoky clouds rolled in like boulders- ready to crush anything that stands in their way. Flashing lightning electrifies the dark skies and without warning the rain-fall came gushing down throwing its self onto the cold ground below.

The walls of room seemed to be closing in on Wolffe. He was that one step closer to finding you, that much was certain- yet those cruel thoughts still plagued his mind.

Back in Fox’s office tensions run extremely high. Wolffe tuned out the chatter from his brother and the unknown female voice on the comms. The burning desire running through his blood to find you grows with each second. The dull roar filling his ears.

Yet he continues to scan his datapad over and over, not noticing the hiss of the doors sliding open as Rex enters the room closely followed by the Wolfpack.

Rex pats his brothers shoulder softly before removing his helmet- a gentle gesture.

Wolffe finally lifts his head, behind his eyes pain and a deep sadness lingers. He lets out a long sigh grabbing the bridge of his nose anything to ease that discomfort he feels hacking away at his mind body and soul.

“Commander it seems the person who is holding Crystal is called Finn… from what we know he must be part of some crime family. He wants a holomeet… 23.00hrs this evening”

“Thank you Rex”

“Brothers there is someone I’d like you all to meet..”

Before Fox can finish his sentence the doors to his office slide open revealing a female Mandalorian. Her long blonde hair falls in a neat plait over one shoulder. Wolffe’s eyes fall to the helmet tucked neatly under one arm. She offers a curt nod, looking over the troopers standing before her.

“It’s nice to finally meet you all. I’m sorry it has to be under such circumstances. I’m Raven Skirata.”

A silence falls over the group. Raven Skirata. She spent most of her time training Clone Commandos on Kamino. A glimmer of hope beams throughout Wolffe.

“I’ve got operatives running classified missions here in Coruscant. One of them has been chasing a crime syndicate, collecting data on their whereabouts. I’ve come to learn through Commander Fox you are in need of help tracking someone down who you believe has been taken by one of the syndicates members. Is this correct?”

“That’s correct” Wolffe’s words were quiet.

“We had been informed by two males their boss- Finn he wants a holomeet arranged for this evening. We are 99% sure he has Crystal.”

Raven pushes her neat blonde plait behind her back , the Skirata Wolf that sits on her left shoulder pauldron gleams against the dim lights that flicker in the office. A look of trepidation is shared between herself and Fox.

“Finn Salazar - His family was killed during the war - unfortunate collateral, and ever since then has blamed the GAR and the Clones.”

That long silence is back.

“However his family had links to the Pykes so we can only assume he has taken it upon himself to carry on their work- prostitution and narcotics seem to be his thing. Thats all I’m allowed to say on him but we do have a possible location.”

The pitter-patter of the rain thrumming against the window of Fox’s office breaks that silence.

“Wolffe…. It’s almost 23.00 hours… the meet”

Fox reminds his brother nodding at the holoprojector on his desk. Raven, Rex, Fox and the Wolfpack took a few feet back allowing Wolffe the space they know he will need.

Wolffe lets out a small grunt before nodding.

Anger and vexation burned inside of Wolffe’s chest, his dense hold of the desk grew stronger as his brows furrowed. The blue light from the hologram shone against his face, His cybernetic eye glistened - emphasising the rage splashed across his features.

“Tut tut, I do not usually appreciate tardiness Commander…”

“However seeing as I have something belonging to you this once I will allow it.”

The sick pleasure in Finn’s voice only added to the growing frustration bubbling away inside the Commander.

He was going to fucking kill him. And by the maker he would cause this syndicate boss untold agony.. pain this fucker had never once felt in his pathetic life.

“Where is she?” Wolffe hisses.

Wolffe’s jaw started to tick, his foot tapping relentlessly.

“Oh don’t you worry Commander Wolffe she is being well cared for, isn’t that right darling?

Finn’s tone was vindictive and cold. It trickled through your veins like rusty daggers.

Suddenly the view had been shifted around to you. For what seems like an eternity your gaze flickers up to Wolffe. Like every star system in the galaxy had come to screeching halt, his eyes search yours. He can see the pain and angst that was so desperately lingering across your face.

“Wolffe….” Your words oh so quiet.

Tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes adding to their already delicate shine.

Your beautiful face he has loved since day one. And stars above did it break his fucking heart.

Yet within a spilt second that heartache was gone replaced by agonising rage that inflamed his whole being.

Finn’s hand slithers up your bare arm towards your neck before his hand started to caress your face in such an unholy manner. His lips placed against your pulse point inhaling your scent.

“She’s a pretty little thing isn’t she Wolffe I do however believe she would look even better with a little less on… don’t you?”

His dark chuckle infuriates not just your lover but every single person stood in Fox’s office.

Finn’s voice seeped its way down your spine causing a shiver as his hand slapped you. Hard and with intent. The sting travels from your face radiating pins and needles throughout your body. Your whimpers do nothing to deter him.

Finn glides his calloused thumb across your full lips snagging your chin in his fingers. The contrast between your softness and his roughness makes you squirm. Your attempt to wriggle away fails as he takes out a razor-sharp vibroblade slicing through one of the straps holding up your silky dress.

A small gasp falls from your lips as you feel the dress slipping down exposing your partially naked chest. The blade scrapes across your collarbone, causing your blood to leak from the cut.

"Even her blood smells sweet. I can see why you are so fond of this one Commander. "

"I bet she would look even sweeter underneath me at my mercy …. and under my blade as I touch her like you do Commander. "

The syndicate boss uttered the rank of Commander so contemptuously, almost spitting it out like some sort of disgusting verb.

His wicked chuckle had Wolffe seething with an incandescent ire. Murder was on his fucking mind.

A harsh thump rings in the room as Wolffe slams both his fists onto the cold metal of the desk in front of him.

“I swear to the fucking maker if you touch her like that again I will kill you”

“But it won’t be fucking quick”

Wolffe bared his teeth and his words roll out like a snarl.

“Shabuir” Raven grunted through a clenched jaw.

Her eyes flit across the room noticing the distress across each of the clones faces. The men she cares for like her own brothers.

Her heart pained for them.

“He won’t get away with this” Fox directed to his brothers.

A stillness falls the room.

Finn glares at Wolffe sadistically , as a vile scowl tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes as green as poison- a look of malice. This just added to his growing fixation of wanting to gut the bastard from stomach to throat. His blood boiling like the fiery lava that ran free on Mustafar.

Slowly with intent to cause the upmost unbearable affliction.

"What I do not seem to understand is why is her interested in YOU clone? I guess even the pretty ones like her can have these type of fucked up brains wired ever so severely incorrect …. “

“But the question stands- what sould I do about it? Hmm? We must tip the balance of normality back. A beautiful thing like her belongs to a normal being. A real man.”

Finn plays with the blade across your cheek so nonchalantly, yet his eyes fixated on the father of your unborn child.

“It does however seem that she wants you…”

“Maybe once I’ve shown her what it’s like to be with a REAL man and how a REAL man can make her feel she might change her mind”

His dry lips graze against the bob in your throat.

Each and every single hair on the back of your neck stands to attention, the chill almost becoming unbearable . You remained as still as could be- the sinister aura from this man held you in a tightening grip. Slowly you closed your eyes, your stomach churning. You were immobilised. Terror sucked the very breath from your mouth.

Finn turns his attention back to Wolffe as Fox appears next to his Vod. The wrath that painted a picture on his face oh so obvious.

“So I will make you and the rest of the experiments in that room a deal, from now on you and the Coruscant Guard will pay no mind to the Salazar syndicate. You will allow us to continue our work with the Pykes in exchange for your little bitch here.”

Wolffe studies his face before holding Finn’s stare with cold and narrow eyes. He tenses and his jaw clenched in annoyance. The blood that ran through his veins began to burn his tanned skin.

“No deal. Let her go and I will think about allowing you to live.”

Finn’s laugh was baleful. It caused you to recoil in terror. As each moment that passed the thought of being back in the arms of your lover faded more and more.

“My my- that is not the answer I was looking for…maybe this will change your answer”

With one hand Finn yanks your dress further and further down, the cool of the air hits your naked flesh like a thousand blaster bolts. The other hand found its way to your neck tightening his fingers, cutting off your air supply. Your face began to turn into a sickening colour as your sight started to close in on you, the feeling of your life ebbing away. Your mouth falls open, a strangled groan pathetically leaving you. His grip was too strong to wriggle out of.

Finn’s eyes glint in amusement. He meets Wolffes gaze. Neither man backs down.

Fuck. The realisation sets in, shooting him directly in the gut and he stiffens.

“Let her go she’s carrying my child”

Wolffe finally yields. He’s fucking seething.

By and by the solid grip around your neck begins to detach, your body gives way as you crumble to the ground below.

A tear forms in the corner of Rex’s soft eyes, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Raven stands in front of the Wolfpack. Her stance wide, positioning herself between the clones - who are so much like her brothers - and the threat. Her only way to protect them from the abhorrent scene unfolding in front of their eyes.

Raven looks like an animal ready to pounce. Her hands twitch at her sides as if they ache to be around Finn's throat. She exchanges a quick look with Fox who sharply nods before turning his attention back to the holocall.

“Think about it clone. You have 24 hours.” Finn taunts.

As your face vanished from view Wolffe inhaled a painful breath- the first of many.

Wolffe hadn't noticed but Rex did. Raising a brow at his brother and the Mandalorian.

Once the link closes Rex questions them.

"Want to fill me in?"

Raven nods to Fox to explain.

"We were able to tract the location of the signal. Thanks to Ravens brother - Captain Ordo - for the tech."

“I want them destroyed and I want Crystal safe. Brother I’m sorry but the 501st must ship out to meet Cody and his troops… a slight situation has gotten out of hand”

Wolffe and Rex’s eyes meet before they clap another’s forearm with their gloved hands above their wrists. As the 501st bid adieu to the rest of their brothers and Raven , Wolffe turns around catching a glimpse of his misty reflection of the office- one he fails to recognise.

His features replaced by an almost other-worldly demon that haunts his very soul.

“He will find his own grave” Wolffe spits out as he turns to Fox.

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June of Doom Day 6: Broken Promise

Fandom: Star Wars The Bad Batch

Summary: Four times Hunter broke his promise to Crosshair about leaving Kamino.

    "When our training is over, I'll find a way to get us the hell away from here." Hunter sat with Crosshair. They were 15 years old. Well at least their bodies where. Their brother Tech was in the medical bay. Some regs had decided he was 'too different' and thought that starting a fight would resolve his 'problems'. He was barely breathing when Crosshair found him.

    "Where would we go?" Crosshair looked up at his brother. They say on the floor, Crosshair's back against the wall. His knees where pulled up into his chest.

    "I'll figure it out. I promise." Hunter put his hand on Crosshair's knee. "I promise."

    "Will Tech be okay? They really messed him up."

    "He'll be okay. We'll help him get though it."

    "When I find out who did this, it's over for them." Drying his eyes, Crosshair stood.

    "I know."

   

    "When the war is over, we'll get out of here. We will never come back to Kamino."

    "If we live to see the end of the war." Crosshair stood by his bunk. His tone was bitter as he spoke. He held his helmet under his right arm.

    "We will." Hunter sat on his bunk. Wrecker had come into the barracks, years in his eyes, after some regs made fun of his scar. They had started to come up on his blind spot and scare him. While the batch did the same thing, they did it out of love.

    "I need to get out of this place." Out of frustration, Crosshair threw his helmet to the ground.

    "I know. I promise, when the war is over, we'll leave." Hunter sighed and leaned against the wall of his bunk.

    "You said that before."

    "Cross, things changed. This is where we need to be."

    "After the war, you promise?"

    Standing, Hunter walked over to Crosshair's helmet and picked it up. Gently he handed it to him, "I promise."

 

    Now it was after the war. Hunter sat in the front of the Marauder. As they left Kamino, likely for the final time, Hunter looked at where Crosshair should be. However Crosshair was still on the planet. It was his choice to stay with the empire. It was his choice to stay on Kamino

Hunter understood why Crosshair hated kamino so much. It was always raining, cold, and if it wasn't raining, it was humid. The regs never acted like they were their brothers; their family. The Kaminons lacked the ability to see them as more then weapons. There was so much to hate about it; yet Hunter never did.

Crosshair was alone. Hunter had broken his promise to get him away from kamino. He hated it, but he had broken that promise over and over. Walking back to the bunks in the Marauder, the man sighed as he sat on his bunk. If he had a chance, he'd take his brother far away from the Empire.

Topica City was gone. The Empire had destroyed it. For once, it wasn't raining. Everyone was okay. Hunter stood on the landing platform that the batch had landed the Marauder on. He stared at Crosshair, trying to figure out what to say. Maybe he should remind him of their promise or how he could keep it this time.

Instead, Crosshair stayed on the platform. The batch left him there, on kamino. It was the empire that made Crosshair stay. His inhibitor had long been removed so he must believe in the cruel and corrupt system the Empire had built off the destruction of the Jedi and the Republic.

Some promises are meant to be broken. There was only so much that was in Hunter's control and staying on wasn't in it. It may have been his home but it was Crosshair's house.

Sitting in his bed, Hunter thought back to 15 years old Crosshair and teared up. He really did try to keep the promise of leaving kamino.

[ratretro]

prompt: natsu having to take care of a drunk lucy after a party he barged into because of cana's phonecall

Title: Midnight Call

Pairing: NaLu

Prompt: natsu having to takecare of a drunk lucy after a party he barged into because of cana’s phone call

Rating: M; cause nudity mention I guess. I’m not sure. haha

None of these characters are owned by me, they are all owned bythe wonderful Hiro Mashima!

A/N:

May or may not be very barge-y. I always feel like he gets hellaawkward around her when shes drunk so im kind of winging it which seems to bemy best style haha it actually ended up barge-y so im kind of happy so here you go completed prompt under the read more!

           To be honest, Natsuhated that stupid thing. Whoever created these pocket sized lacrima wasdefinitely out to get him. None the less, the entire team had forced him to getone which they then discovered was their worst idea yet. First, they’d had to pooltogether money to replace the damn thing more than enough times. He was eitherbreaking it, or losing it, and rarely answered it when he did have one. Still,Lucy had insisted she was going out tonight with the girls, and that meant hewasn’t invited. Which was fine. He and Happy had been wanting alone time forweeks now, and this was the perfect time to have a guys’ night. Except… they’dimmediately become worried for Lucy within 30 minutes of her leaving the smallapartment.

           Whichbrought him to this very moment. It was the first time he’d ever kept thedevice so close to him before, and he’d certainly never kept his eyes glued toit. In fact, both he and the exceed had been buzzing with anxiety which wasdefinitely not how they wanted to spend their guys’ night.

           “I’msure she’s fine, Natsu.” Even though Happy was normally, well, happy he held atone of hesitation in his voice as he hovered in the air beside the pinkette.

           “Butya know how she gets, Happy!” Natsu sounded particularly exasperated with thethought of his partner drunk and asking some stranger to make her purr. Though,he also knew that his reasoning for that was a territorial issue as well as aconcern for her safety. He scowled at his train of thought for a second but wassnapped out of it by the buzz of his lacrima. There were only 4 people who had hisnumber: Lucy, Erza, Gray (unfortunately), and Gramps.

           Thename on the screen read ‘Lucy’ in big letters, and Natsu very nearly had aheart attack. Lucy had been out with Cana, Erza, and Levy for only 2 hours. Howthe hell had she already gotten herself into trouble? Hesitantly, he grippedthe phone in his hand, and tapped the answer button on the screen. And justlike that he wished he’d never put the device to his ear.

           “NA~~~~~TSU!!”that was not Lucy, but it absolutely did not surprise him to hear Cana’s voiceblaring over the music of what sounded like a club. Had Lucy mentioned a club?If she had he would’ve been glued to this damned lacrima the second she leftthe apartment. Had he mentioned how concerned he got when she drank? It wasnormal for him to be there since 100% of the time, up to now, she’d drank atthe guild. It’s easy to keep an eye on the entire team when they’re howlingaround the guild. Or in Lucy’s case: crawling. The thought of her crawling at aclub made him cringe immediately.

           “Whatdo ya want, Cana? Why do ya even have Luce’s phone?” he wondered briefly if she’deven heard him over the music. Before she could respond the dragon slayer movedthe device away from his ear to tone down the amount of damage his ear drums weretaking. He pitied Cobra for a single moment. Then, it was gone. Replaced withanxiety.

           “Well!Our lovely girl is having a blast of course, but~” she was dragging out wordsagain, and had she not been Gildarts’ daughter he might’ve just fought her in adamn parking lot.

           “Outwith it.” A demand, and his tone certainly was not on the forgiving side. Soon,the brunette was giggling through the phone.

           “Oh!Is that Natsu!?” it was Erza’s voice now. Is this what girls do? They getdrunk, and then call random guys until they get someone who will actually stayon the phone? He felt himself slowly slipping into rage. Why didn’t Lucy haveher phone anyway? Had she wandered off, and they needed him to find her? She’ddone that on more than a few occasions, and every time they sent him to go findher.

           “Natsu.Listen. We’re at Lullaby, and you should join us.” First of all, this wassupposed to be a girls’ night out or whatever they’d called it. Second of all, hereally didn’t want to deal with Erza.

           “Lookif you’re both done I’m hanging up now.” And even if they weren’t done he sureas hell was.

           “HeyLucy! You can’t just walk up to strangers every time we look away!” it was Levythis time, and it was definitely in the background. Why was she going afterstrange men? His eyebrows knit together, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

           “Justget her home safe will ya.” He was done listening to this, all he’d been wasanxious the entire time since she left, and he’d thought he left her in goodhands.

           “Willdo—Lucy no!” it was Erza again. This time a chiding, slurred voice came fromthe line.

           “Whatdo you mean, no?” it was Lucy’s voice, completely lacking her normal tone ofvoice, and way of speaking. Lucy wasn’t rigid like Erza sometimes came off as,but you could definitely tell she was the Heartfilia heiress. Well, with thefall of the company heiress was an incorrect term, but that wasn’t really theproblem. She’d lost that particular pattern of speaking, and that had himnearly groaning into the phone.

           “That’sNatsu! Duh. Look, there’s a scarf so he’s not a stranger.” Some of her wordsstarted awkwardly stringing together, but there was no mistaking Lucy’sinterpretation of the situation. She saw a scarf, and immediately thought he’dcome there. Which means the ‘stranger’ was someone she thought was him.

           “I’mon my way.” Click. He shoved the stupid ass lacrima into his pocket, beforeexiting their apartment, and stalking down the road. He passed the canal wherethe boat men waved and gave him a ‘Hello!’ from the river bank. He muttered theentire time he stalked down the stone road, but a small part of him enjoyedthat she immediately rushed to a person she thought was him. Another part wasangry. If a scarf was enough to derail her than he’d have to give her a chidingin the morning.

           “Happy.Go back to apartment and get a cup of water ready will ya. We’re in for a long night.”From the look on the exceed’s face he knew he understood. The blue cat was wary,but gave a swift nod. He was gone in seconds. It took him about 10 minutes toreach his destination. He’d seen Lullaby a million times while passing throughto get to the guild, but he’d never once realized what it was. Well, it wasnormally day when he had seen the building so surely that played a factor.

           Itwas time for the dragon to storm the castle, and kidnap the princess. Heentered the club, and the first thing he caught scent of was Lucy. Truth betold, he could find her anywhere, anytime, any day. He followed the scentthrough the crowd, just barely making his way to the bar. Mavis, that’s why hehated these types of places.

           “Natsu~”Cana’s voice rang to his right, and he immediately turned. He supposed the lookon his face must’ve caught her off guard, because she let out a tiny squeak,and a chuckle.

           “Youliiiiiiike her!” she was mimicking Happy now, but he wasn’t going to deny theaccusation. He was here for a blonde, and he’d be leaving with a blonde. Cana pointedthrough the path of people, and he immediately saw her. There’s no way hewouldn’t. Her hair was the color of sunflowers, and her skin as white as snow.She was talking to a man, and he noticed quickly it was the man in the scarf.

           “Thanks,Cana.” He wasted no time barging through the crowd, and leaving a chorus of ‘hey!’in his wake. As soon as he was in reach he gripped her upper arm, and whirlingher around to face him.

           Hecould tell she was about to fight back from the rage in her chocolate coloredeyes, but that meant absolute shit to him right now. Realization hit her like atrain.

           “You’renot Natsu!” she pointed at dick bag. That’s what Natsu had decided to name theman in the white scarf. “You’re Natsu!” she pointed at him a gave a sigh ofrelief.

           “Natsu~”she was whining, and normally he’d find it cute, but right now? Not so much.

           “We’regoin’ home, Luce.” He pulled, gently, and she immediately moved close to hisside.

           “Butwe just got here!” valid point. But not valid enough.

           “You’vealready mistaken one guy in a scarf for me! You’re clearly drunk.” Well, to befair that was the whole point of their outing. That didn’t mean he had to likeit. Then, she was sulking, and Mavis did he hate when she sulked.

           “Fine.But only a bit longer, okay?” he relented, but he would deny it if anyone saidhe was happy about it.

           “Yay!”and with that she rejoined the girls. He went ahead, and he drank. Not much, he’dhad maybe a beer before Lucy reappeared at his side. He hadn’t really beenpaying attention when she left, but checking her outfit now it more thanobvious she hadn’t been going to a regular bar. It was the little black dressin every girl’s closet (according to Erza). Strapless, form-fitting, short. He foundhimself gritting his teeth, but he brought himself back down quickly.

           “Let’sgo home.” It was a simple statement.

           “Ifyou’re not ready to go yet it’s alright. I wouldn’t mind waiting a bit longer.You were looking forward to this right?” he wasn’t about to ruin her night overhis own petty jealousy, but it seemed he’d already done a good job of that.

           “Atfirst I wasn’t, but now. I want to go home now.” She seemed to be pleasantlyhappy. She was humming, and swaying. He was almost positive the swaying wasn’ton purpose, but more of a lack of depth perception, and drunkenness. Shegrabbed his arm, and tugged, stumbling back a few steps. He pulled her to himjust in time to prevent two things. One: her nearly barreling into someone.Two: her nearly falling to the ground. He sighed, but led her from the clubwith ease. He was practiced in the art of Lucy navigation.

           Oncethey were on the street it was an easier process. He just hefted her onto hisback, and made quick work of their travel home. If it went as planned then he andHappy could get her changed, and make sure she chugged the glass of water.Which was why, when he came to a stop in front of the strangely dark apartmentbuilding, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He’d struggledgetting the front door open which meant one of two things: Happy wasn’t here,or he was sound asleep. It turned out to be the former. He groaned loudly, butwent to work on getting his partner changed anyway. It was likely that the exceedhad gone to see Charle. They’d taken up late night dates by the river. It wasHappy’s way of showing off by catching her a fish.

           Natsureally wished the cat would let him know beforehand. Obviously, he would havetold him eventually when he left guys night to go see his girl. Though, Natsucouldn’t fault him since he’d done a similar action.

           “Alright,Luce. C’mon.” he made an upward gesture with her arms, and grumbled as he wentto work trying to get the stupid thing off his stumbling partner.

           “Zipper~”she cooed at him, and boy did he hate when she did that with her voice. Ofcourse there’d be a damn zipper. She turned around to show him her back, andmade several pointing motions.

           “Yeah,I got it.” He muttered before brushing the hair from her neck, and then tuggingthe zipper. The dress dropped like a ton of bricks, and he jumped back a step.Braless. She’d gone to a busy club, BRALESS,and then hit on men in scarves. Was she trying to give him a heart attack?Probably.

           “Somethingwrong?” she purred while turning on the balls of her feet to face him. Hegulped, taking another step back. There weren’t a lot of things that scaredNatsu Dragneel, but boy did she when she drank.

           “Iknew you’d come. If the girls made a fuss, and I slipped mention of a boy in ascarf. I knew you’d come for me.” It was sultry, and Mavis be damned he wasscared. She took a step towards him, and his skin turned a shade paler.

           “What?So, that was a damn ploy to get me out there!? Why!?” he was enraged. She’dplayed games with his emotions, she’d scared him because he thought she wasgoing to get hurt.

           “Because,”she mumbled, her face turning the shade of the pale pink carnations they’d seenearlier that day, “I wanted to see something.” She wanted to see something?

           “Yacan’t just ask outright, can ya?” he was mumbling now. He couldn’t understandher train of thought. Then, it flickered in her eyes. A dangerous look that hada shiver run up his spine. Now, she’d try to distract him.

           “Say,Natsu. Make me purr like you always do~” he didn’t always do that, but when shejutted out her chin, and he looked into those beautiful eyes of amber speckledwith gold it was like he couldn’t resist. He reached out, and scratched underher chin. She reciprocated the motion with a low purr that caused her throat tovibrate under his fingers.

           “Iwanted to see if you’d get jealous.” His fingers halted immediately, and whenhe went to hold her gaze, she immediately looked away. He knew that look. Thatwas the look she gave when she felt guilty.

           “I’msorry.” It was a low whisper, but he still caught it. One of the perks of beinga dragon slayer he guess.

           “Why’dya want to see that?” he was asking a daring question now. He was aware of hisown feelings for the blonde, and he was more than aware of how she felt abouthim but he’d been waiting on her. He was waiting for a sign that it was okay toproceed to another level in their relationship.

           Shepulled away, and stumbled to the bed where she immediately fell in. She proceededto roll until she hit the wall before tucking herself into her blanket for refuge.Not ready yet, clearly. That’s fine. He’d wait.

           Hecrawled in beside her, and it wasn’t long before she’d nestled against him, andwhispered several more apologies, which he gladly accepted. She’d recognizedshe was wrong, but the connotations behind her actions were more than enoughfor Natsu. They were going further in their relationship, even if it was just asmidge. That was fine. They’d be together forever after all.

[one-real-imonkey]

Reconditioned clones HCs:

When the Kaminoans recon clones, they wipe them clean. Take their names, their personalised, and leave the skills and the mouldable soldier to work with.

And these reconned clones go back to new battalions as shinies again. As far as anyone should know they’re just new shinies fresh off Kamino.

But they know. They know they were someone before. They know they had names, they had friends and batchmates and people who loved them, but it’s all blank. It’s all empty space.

And other clones know, even though they’re not supposed to. They pick things up, start to work out early on that somethings different with some of the shinies they get. They see the little things that ring though, the nightmares and the too ingrained reactions that didn’t come from Kamino. And once they know reconned clones become easy to identify when they come through.

They get memories in nightmares, that sensation that something is terribly wrong over really normal things.

Sometimes the colour on their armour makes them want to cry and they know it’s wrong but they can’t remember what it’s supposed to be.

They flinch from things but they don’t know why it causes that reaction.

They pick up a blaster and drop it because something in their minds screams no.

Not all of them can just move forwards. Not all of them can just pick up a new name, forge a new personality, make new friends with new vode.

Some of them can’t take on new names. Nothing sounds right. They know that it’s not their name but they don’t know what their name is. Often that leads to them letting their vode chose one that they’ll all use, one they don’t mind, but their vode introduce them to people because they can’t bring themselves to say it, to actually use this new name themselves. They just can’t because they know, they know it’s not their name.

And just like with the names, their vode find solutions. They find ways to work with their vode who the Kaminons wiped clean. The longer the war goes on the less recons happen, officially they don’t at all, but the clones know the signs. The longer the war goes on the better they get at helping their vode settle in when everything feels wrong and they can’t quite place why.

The vode are furious. Because who you are, for some clones, that’s all they have. Names are precious, important. Personalities and the little things that make them individual and unique, they mean everything. And the sense of bitter loathing that comes every time they meet a new vod who’s had that taken from them by force, it’s powerful.

Their vode might not be able to remember who they were before, which battalion, which name, but their new battalions will be dammed before they turn their backs on their own.

[queen-breha-organa]

I love Jango bc he’s arguably the coolest, smoothest, most skilled bounty hunter in the Star Wars universe, but literally all he wanted was a kid.

The Kaminons gave him absurd amounts of money, Dooku gave him power. But Jango wanted Boba. He wanted family. Someone to look after, someone to talk to, someone to teach and care for. And yeah, arguably, he did a lot of terrible things, but through it all, Jango chooses Boba.

And I just think that’s what Star Wars is at it’s heart.

It’s about having all the power in the universe at your fingertips, but choosing family, love, and home.

[gentrychild]

Wait, for the quirk ejection au when we say Izuku's afo looks like dfo are we talking pre-potatofication or post-potatofication, because if it's the former how does Aizawa recognize him as afo?

We are talking prepotatofication.

Aizawa saw a quirk in a suit that kept trying to steal quirks, acted like the Source of Kaminon, talked like him and who hated All Might's guts (what's left it it) so he took a wild guess.

[bonlussson]

Expert reader X the Bad Batch (No Pairs)

I find the lack of platonic reader-insert fanfiction disturbing

Summary: Reader is an ergonomics expert, so-called Armorer

WARNING: First timer of fanfiction writing, English is not my mother tongue. Used Grammarly for correctness. The context is all fluff! Maybe a little sexual tension though

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You are waiting silently in your small office. Since more and more troopers reported that their armors failed to cooperate with motions such as squatting and sitting down, Kaminons has decided to update the wearable alongside with some weapon-relative designs, that’s why you’re hired as one of the few ergonomics experts here. That’s impossible, for that much different forces requiring different designs. You thought that as long as they pay you handsomely, you would not mind working a little harder, now you are truly regretting your decision.

For infantries, things went more smoothly. After tests on 100 soldiers without receiving any further suggestions, armors were produced hundreds and thousands then distributed to everyone. But for commandos, their armors always need 1 to 1 modification. This is where your nightmare started——every morning after waking up, you'll receive countless emails, mostly about armor upgrading and modifying requests. So you add new requests to the already long waiting line and inform those who happen to be in Kamino and possibly made requests one month ago to come to discuss alterings. Usually, they come as a team.

And the team for this morning is clone force 99. They've missed 2 or 3 chances due to their frequent combat orders, so you only met them once. But they all left deep impressions on you, not only their different appearances, but also their really, really particular and exacting demands.

As you are recalling, the door is knocked on three times then opened. Troopers rarely wait outside politely, except for their straight-in-charge commanders, especially when they have done something wrong.

"Good morning, officer (Y/N). How are our armors?" Sergeant Hunter says directly. He just met you once, but he managed to be close to you strangely, which means, he can speak more conveniently to you, but still keeps far away from you too.

You remain feeling nervous under the sergeant’s gaze. So you tell the other three to have a seat first, then just turning around to fetch his helmet sample.

"Look, I widen the HUD and removed the part going down. And I attached a layer of porous material inside metals to protect your sensors——"

"What kind of porous material?" Tech looks up from his datapad, "Can you provide me with more explained parameters such as its microstructure, density of pores and toxicity? And have it been applied to this kind of use?"

"It is a kind of foamed metal that has been used on weapons and aircrafts called foamed steel, it has good insulation with sound, heat and electronic waves, but I’ll make sure you can still receive enough these natural signals. It also provides good protection from strong impacts and shock waves. Since it’s just normal steel with porous, it will be safe for people, as long as you do not nibble it." You raise your right eyebrow a little at the last sentence.

"Understood, thanks." Tech turns back to his datapad again, seems to search about the material. So you turn to Hunter again.

"Also, I left here removable to allow your teammate doing whatever you like," you point at the part covering his ear, then change into the forearm piece, "I adjusted the depth to the sheath so you can put knives you want in it now." Again you change to the abdomen piece quickly. "It softer than the original material, as you requested, all of your four’s abdomen piece would be in this material." You put the armor piece down, asking, "Have a try?"

"Thanks."Hunter nods and takes his armor piece by piece wordlessly. He does some motions to feel them, then speaks, "It’s too quiet in the helmet, I worry I can't receive enough information on the battlefields, I’d like to have it modified again. The abdomen piece is perfect yet, and could you strengthen the magnetism of the forearm piece? I’m afraid it won’t hold my heaviest knife very well when I’m in combat."

Can you ever say no? This is your job.

"Sure." You write down short notes as he taking off the armor, put it on the table neatly.

"Next time you’ll receive your backpack and some of your lower body pieces. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Make them a little loosened as other armors."

"OK. So Next, Crosshair."

Crosshair leaves his room for his sergeant, casting the toothpick into the nearest dustbin without looking. He comes to you briefly and directly. You are always nervous around him too——For Hunter, you feel being observed and calculated, for Crosshair, you feel you’ll be shot through by his gaze the next second.

"I added the thermal scope for you, and I changed the material of rangefinder and HUD, they have higher resolution now, would fit your eyesight." You hand him an almost-done helmet, "if you don’t have any further suggestion, it will be the final version."

He walks to the nearest window and tries it. "Seems work." He says leisurely, "But I have to bring it along, to find any defects in it."

"Sure, just remember to bring it back next time for future adjustments."

He just stares at you, putting another toothpick between his teeth.

"Alright, try your abdomen plate and backpack now. Your backpack is smaller than others, considering a specific area for your sniper rifle." You lift it under a desk, should they carry such a heavy thing all around the galaxy?

Crosshair gives his helmet to Hunter, starting to wear the abdomen piece first. When finished, he immediately says: "Still large for me."

"Large?" You doubt, it's made according to his physical data. You walk to his side. "Excuse me." You look at him, he lifts arms cooperatively. Then you sneak your hand into the crack between his abdomen and his armor.

You are almost sure you feel his packs. He's lean, but absolutely do not lack power. You feel a little timid, quickly retrieve your hand back, testing his back area and both waist sides.

"Yes...... a bit large. I'm afraid I need an update on your physical parameters. Please go there." You point at a machine. "Just stand there for 5 seconds."

He walks to the machine. "And——", you add, "put away your toothpick first."

He just flings the toothpick. It travels an arc in the air, then lands into the dustbin, again.

After a beep, he asks. "Is it finished?"

"Yes. Now try your backpack."

He strides to the desk and starts transferring his weapons from the old backpack to the new one. When finished, he wears the pack and does some weapon change act. Finally, he turns to you, "I’d like to bring the backpack with me, too. I’ve heard you are the best armorer here, so don’t let me down."

I am not an ARMORER. "I will do whatever I can." You answer briefly.

"Tech."

"Don't you give me any information of my future armors and ask for my suggestions?" Crosshair slowly speaks.

He's listening? By his appearance you thought he's dazing. Tech just sits down on his seat again, never casts a gaze at you two. Now you are under the intense gaze of the sniper, you can feel it on your eyes, nose, cheeks. And he is rolling a toothpick between his teeth again. Though he is 1 meter away from you, you are surrounded solidly by his zone.

"You'll receive your lower body armors too. And do you have any suggestions?" Your volume turns low uncontrollably.

"No." He squeezes the word out.

You fall silent for a moment. "OK then. Tech."

You lay your gaze on the aloof clone trooper. He looks at Crosshair first, who ready to take his seat. He stands up but only put down his datapad after a few operations. "Officer (Y/N)."

You can not help but become nerdy as you speak, "First, I open the access to every system, and I remain your HUD system untouched mostly, you can modify it using the attached mini-datapad on your right vambrace. I already downloaded some necessary software in it, they are also available in your datapad and will have more settings under this circumstance, just deliver it under the sharing LAN. You can have your HUD panel tested here later. Second, I know you specifically required no abdomen and thigh armors, but I still made them. Your breastplate is still shorter than others. I also get more durable static bags and belts for you. Third, I’d like to ask you, which type of antenna do you want on your backpack?"

"It’s really considering of you, (Y/N)." Tech sounds like speaking the truth, rather than giving compliments.

"That’s my job."

"I’d like to attach two short- and long-wavelength receiving antennas to my helmet respectively, both long-range receiving and emitting antenna each on my backpack." he pokes at some parts, "and I’d love to have my HUD to be movable, since I have my own glasses. I also want to require a hardened brim to my HUD. Actually, I have my own design here." When speaking, he releases a model from his wrist device.

"I see. You prefer the ARF trooper ventilating system?"

"Yes. It's lighter."

"OK. Can you transmit this to me?" You need to discuss this model with your comrade who designs ARF trooper armors. You are impressed by his intelligence again, is there anything he can’t learn in the galaxy? You don’t doubt he can design his armor by himself without your help.

"No problem." He answers briskly.

"Now see your backpack model——" You do the lift again.

"Seems not big enough."

"Yeah he has so many useless small devices." Wrecker chimes in, he has kept moving for the last 40 minutes.

"Still not big enough? This is the biggest one I’ve ever made, except Wrecker's."

"I still want it to be wider and longer."

"I’m afraid it’ll be too heavy for you."

"You can make it shallower."

"It may not cooperate with your center of gravity."

Tech ponders a few seconds. "What about attaching more bags on my arms?"

"Seems practical. I know why you don’t need abdomen and thigh armors now, your equipment is already heavy enough to carry along." You shake your head a little. "Why don’t you try your idea now? I’ve prepared enough bags here."

"Thanks." Tech puts something you can’t name out in bags, then putting on his finished breastplate and the backpack. Then he attaches the filled bags to his arm, taking a few motions.

"Good. Though I still want to try a larger backpack, can I have a model next time?"

"OK." You answer. "Next time you’ll receive your another vambrace and other lower body parts. According to the feedback, the modification you need in your vambrace is more difficult than anticipated, so other parts have been delayed. But with your model, they will work sooner."

Tech nods, then added, "I wonder what should I do if I need more equipment in the future? Should I make a request directly to you or the quartermaster?"

"To your quartermaster, they will contact the relative apartment on time. And if you need modifications, contact me directly, I'll arrange a time for you."

"Do you receive urgent requests?" Hunter suddenly asks. Tech seems would like to say more, but be interrupted by his sergeant.

"Usually no."

"So that's a yes." Hunter wears a smug smile now.

"That's always hard for me, I need to rearrange others' appointments, so if not necessary, do not do it."

"Of course, ma'am." Hunter salutes briefly. You know he means the opposite.

"Seriously——"

"(Y/N)," Hunter puts up a hand to interrupt your words, "You know we are always busy, right? We don't even know when would we be unwanted. I'll try to give you a specific time. And Nobody would dare to complain to you. Just tell them our name."

You stare at him blankly, do not understand what he means.

Hunter chuckles a little. "Just do it."

Really notorious guys then, You decide to turn to Tech, he's fiddling his datapad again.

"Do you have any other questions, Tech?"

"If I have some ideas about new equipment, can I discuss them directly with you? I'm sure quartermasters can not do this kind of job."

You think a while. Tech seems always to want to discuss this kind of thing with you. "Sure. But don't anticipate a timely response.”You give him your number for work.

"Thanks (Y/N)." He nods again then goes back to his seat.

"Finally my turn yeah?" Wrecker jumps up at the same time, almost rushes in front of you. "(Y/N)! Is my helmet done yet?"

"Yes, as your insistence, I hid the ventilating system and separated the HUD." You smile to his natural enthusiasm, "thicker armors, bigger backpacks, stronger magnetic locks to your explosives, and extra protection to your neck. See the heightened part of your breastplate." You run the edge using your index finger.

"Can I try it?" He widens his mischief smile, asking you with expectant eyes.

"Sure, and try all of your sample pieces too, including your backpack. I need you to check its weight suitable or not."

Wrecker just carries his armors happily from the table himself. He takes off his original armors first, putting them down the floor disorderly with light bumps. You are amazed by how strong he still is without his armor, he’s huge, full of muscle, ready to tear everything apart with his bare hands.

"How’s it?" Wrecker opens his arms, showing his armor to everyone.

"Very good. It is heavy for you?" Hunter speaks.

"Not at all! Much lighter than Cross!"

Crosshair rolls his eyes, Tech retracts his eyesight to his datapad again.

"Do you have any suggestions on the other aspects?"

He scrubs his head for a second. "No?"

"The shape? Do they cooperate with your motions? Try it."

"Such a dangerou——" Before Crosshair could finish, Wrecker lifts one of your tables and starts running. Tools slide down on the floor loudly alongside your former notes. Hunter lets out a yell.

"No! Put it down Wrecker!" You are shocked, these tools and flimsies were arranged in order!

Wrecker lets out a victory growl, then putting the desk down. You are sure programmers down this floor will look and find you for these sounds. Nooooooo, you cry inside, you are too tired for those pointless things.

Now Wrecker stands quietly and a little awkwardly at the center of the room. "Uh……sorry for the mess, (Y/N), I just got excited." He shifts on his foot for a moment, then squats down for those scattering things. He seems does not know how to use his fingers properly, he’s more like crumpling those flimsies than picking them up.

You let out a heavy sigh and join him. He lows his head more to avoid your sight. You just collect those things, deciding to tidy them up later.

You let out a small sigh again. "So How’s your armor, Wrecker?"

"Pretty good, uh……"

"If you have other suggestions, say them now. More details, better modifications. It’s our mutual goal to make a perfect set of armor for you."

"I wanna have an extra sheath like my Sarge too, just beside my shin piece outside."

"The same design?"

"Yes, we use the same knives."

"OK. You’ll receive the new model the next time with Hunter. Any more suggestions?"

"No, (Y/N). Thank you." He smiles bashfully at you.

"You are welcome." You managed to smile a little too. He means no bad, you think, that's just how he is.

---

After this 1 hour meeting, the force 99 leaves. Now you have 30 minutes to sort their demands off, rest awhile, then have another meeting.

[kansai-banzai-blog]

• ジャニーズ WEST CONCERT TOUR 2016ラッキィィィィィィィ7 -Monkiiiiiii7 Game Corner: Punishment Game Digest

In the middle of a quarrel grab her chin and say: "If you want to say any more than that I'll silence you with my kiss" && With the girl you're in a long-distance relationship with, hug her on the train station and say: "Don't go anywhere. Stay with me forever."

Twin Towers are Twin Towers for a reason.

[resistancexfighters]

@siilverlines

It’s late and he should be asleep but he’s just too wired from his most recent bounty and thank the maker Boba’s still asleep, the baby is a handful when he doesn’t get his naps in. Jango’s walking down the halls back to his room after getting something to eat and reporting in with the Kaminones when he hears a noise, a noise that sounds like someone crying.

He should report it to the Kaminones but something is telling him otherwise. He slowly approaches where the noise is coming from, gently calling out. “Hello? Is someone there? It’s okay. I won’t report you to the elders if you come out.”

[adultstories4u]

Achanak andar unn donon mein se ek ka phone bajne laga aur woh bistar se utha apne call lene ko aur darwaze ke taraf jane laga baahar nikalne ke liye….. Kamre ke baahar to Vicky ne tripod par camera ke saath khada kiya huwa tha aur agar woh nikla to sab dekh leta aur Vicky khud khada tha darwaze ke paas….. Vicky ne suna phone baja aur kissi ne call lekar “Hello, han main hoon…..” kaha…aur Vicky ko usski awaaz darwaze ke paas ate sunayi diya…… Vicky tripod ko uthakar do kadam piche hi gaya tha ke Rita ne uss admi ko darwaze ke taraf jate dekha to jhapat kar bistar se uthi aur uss ke kaandhe se latak gayi ek eisi nakhre bhari andaaz mein yeh kehte huwe, “Kyun ji kissi aur dost ko yahan bulana hai kia ji??….” Rita sharaarati andaz mein ussko rijhate huwe rokne ki koshish kar rahi thi aur kuch natkhati tarah se usske gaal aur gale par apni hoth ko pherte ja rahi thi….

Phir darwaze ka handle thaame huwe ussne Rita se kaha,

“Ek yaar ki call hai baat to kar lene do janeman….”

Rita ne usske kaan ke paas apne honth laate huwe kaha,

“Yahin se baat karo nah ji, kyun mujhe apne ek dost ke saath akele chore jaate ho…. Aap mujhko bahot ziada pyare ho apne uss dost se bahot ziada yahin raho nah……”

Vicky sab sun raha tha baahar se aur phir darwaze ke paas apne kaan ko lagaya aur samajh gaya ke Rita ne ussko rok liya andar hi aur Vicky ki jaan mein jaan aayi aur khud se kaha,

“Bahot punhchi huwi chiz hai tu bhi Rita tujhko ziada paisa dena padega aaj ke iss kaam ke liye bahot acha kiya agar ho sakta to ek medal deta tumko main wah!”

Aur Vicky ne sab batein suna jo uss aadmi ne phone par kiya. Uss ke baton se pata chala ke woh Jugdish Raghuveer se baat kar raha tha….. aur pata chala ke Jugdish Raghuveer issi waqt desh se baahar jaa raha hai, airport ke liye nikal raha hai….ussko shak hai ke Vicky ussko maar dalega iss liye woh kalti maar raha hai…. Iss dost ne to uss se kaha,

“Are yaar hamare saath ek mashooka hai iss waqt hum donon saath hai tum bhi ajao mazaa karenge….” Magar Jugdish ne kaha,

“Tum donon honshiyaar rehna Vicky tum tak zaroor puhnchega”

Vicky uss ke baat sunkar ab pareshaan hogaya ke woh MLA ka beta nikal gaya to usska plan bilkool fail ho jaega anjaam tak pohunchne ke liye.. ab kia karega usske samajh mein nahin araha tha…..

Andar baat khatam karne ke baad Rita donon ke saath phir bistar par chali gayi aur ab ussne donon ke kapde utaarna shuru kar diye dhire dhire kiss karte huwe unn donon ke jismon par aur apne natkhat ada se rijhaati jaa rahi thi donon ko….

Udhar Vicky ghar se baahar nikla, terasse par se ussne Inspector Khan ko ghabraayi huwi awaaz mein phone kiya. Khan ne phone uthaya to Vicky ne kaha,

“Sir ji ab aap ko apna kaarnama dikhane ka waqt agaya, Jugdish Raghuveer iss waqt airport par milega aap jaldi jaakar ussko rokye agar woh nikal gaya to mera kaam band ho jaega, woh mera iss khel ka sab se badi kadi hai usski bahot sakht zaroorat hai aap ki promotion ke liye bhi…aap turant airport jaiye aur kissi bahane bhi ussko rokiye aur usski paasport ko zapt kar lijiye kia aap yeh kar sakte ho ke nahin?”

Khan ne poocha,

“Kia information sahi hai pakka hai?”

Vicky bola,

“Waqt barbaad mat kijiye Inspector sahab, jaldi airport pohunchiye aap aur rokiye ussko…..”

Khan ne phir jawaab diya,

“Tum befikar raho main abhi ussko rokta hoon, don’t worry.”

Vicky ki baat khatam bhi nahin huwi thi ke Rita baahar nikal aayi kamre se toilet jane ke bahana karke aur ussne dekha ke Vicky nahin hai wahan…. Woh bhi ghabra gayi aur tripod aur camera to dekha magar Vicky dikhaayi nahin de rahi thi… Rita ke samajh mein nahin aya ke kia Karen…… bahot pareshaan ussi kamre ke darwaze ke paas kuch der khadi rahi iss darr se ke kahin weh donon baahar na nikal aaye….. phir Vicky terasse se andar ate dikhaayi diye…. Aur Rita ki jaan mein jaan aayi aur phussur phussur karke Vicky se kaha ke weh donon nange hein andar, aur Vicky ne Rita ko wapas jane ko kaha taxi usski wait kar rahi thi ussko wapas pohuchane ke liye…..

Vicky ne dobara apne bayein muthi mein lohe wala ghunssa dala, aur dayein muthi mein woh laathi liya usski chamre ki rassi ko kalaayi mein lapeta achi tarah se bandh kar, phir revolver ko ussi hath mein lekar tripod uthate huwe apne laptop ko bazu ke niche thaame kamre mein ghussa…..

Jeise hi woh andar gaya, weh donon bilkool nange heyraan ussko dekh kar poocha,

“Kaun ho tum? Andar keise aaye?”

Itna hi poocha ke Vicky ke usske jaangh par ek goli maari…. Tab tak usska dusra dost jaldi se bistar ke piche chup gaya yeh kehte huwe,

“Abe yeh Vicky hoga abhi abhi Jugdish ne kaha honshiyaar rehne ko!”

Vicky darwaze ke paas hi khada aur araam se tripod ko standing position par rakh raha tha aur apne laptop ko ek desk par…..

Jissko jang mein goli lagi thi woh dard se kahanr raha tha, bistar ke chaadar khoon se latpath ho chuke the usske gale se awaaz nahin nikal rahi thi, aur usska dost bistar ke piche se mundi nikal kar jhankne ki koshish kar raha tha tab Vicky ne kaha,

“Baahar nikal ya teri khopdi par hi goli marun?”

Woh thar thar kamp raha tha, aur kaha,

“Mujhko zor se peshab lagi hai muthna hai mujhe, mujhe toilet jane do please”

“Nanga hai nah? Yahin par hag aur mooth de aaj; weise goli lagne se mooth apne aap baahar nikal jaegi….”

Magar woh bed ke piche wala ghusse mein nanga nikla aur badi zor se dawdte huwe Vicky ke taraf lapta….. Vicky ne bilkool nahin sochta tha ke woh weisa karega, iss liye goli nahin chala paaya aur tab tak woh Vicky par lapak gaya tha aur Vicky ko maar to nahin saka magar apne danton se Vicky ke kaan ko badi zor se kaata….. Vicky ko dard hone laga, kaan ko woh chorr hi nahin raha tha aur khinch bhi raha tha…tab Vicky ne usske jaangh par revolver ko place kiya aur trigger daba di…. Aur uss ne sach mein charr charr mooth dala wahin par goli lagne ke baad….

Vicky apne kaan ko pakre wardrobe ke aine ke paas dekhne gaya kaan ko, khoon beh rahe the, saale ne ek randi ki tarah kaan ko kaata!! Vicky ko bahot dard ho raha tha….phir bhi ussko apna kaam to tamaam karna tha……

Vicky ne laathi ko thaama aur donon ko ek ek karke peethne laga yeh alphaaz dohrate huwe,

“Meri behen ki izat loote tum donon kutton ne? Kia samjha tha bach jaoge, kuch nahin hoga hein? Insaaf issi dunya mein hoti hein ab dekho tum donon ki haalat kaun mai ka laal bacha sakta hai iss waqt tum donon ko mere chungal se? kahan hai tera woh MLA dost, bula ussko bulao ussko kutto kaminon, rand ke awlaado… chahun to tum donon ko kissi se chudwa sakta hoon tum donon ke gaand mein yeh laati thus sakta hoon, dalun kia yeh laati tum donon ke gaand mein? Dalun? Dalun kia?….”

Aur andhadhun Vicky maarta gaya maarta gaya donon ko lagaataar, donon ke haddiyan toot toot gaye, hadiyon ke tutne ki awaaz sunaayi de rahi thi…donon maafi maang rahe the, tarap rahe the, magar Vicky kuch bhi nahin sun raha tha, aur khud Vicky ke enkhon se ensoo beh rahe the jab maarte waqt woh apni behen ka naam le lekar donon ko mare jaa raha tha……

Jab khud Vicky maarte maarte thak gaya aur hanffte huwe jab ghaur kiya to donon behosh khoon mein ladpat the bed par pade huwe… woh behosh aadmi ko mare jaa raha tha…..

Phir Vicky ne ek gilaas paani piya jo bedroom ke bagal mein rakha huwa tha aur ek cigarette jalaayi aur donon ko wapas hosh mein ane ka intezaar karne laga….

Iss baar Vicky ne inn donon ka film nahin utara maarne se pehle, In ki recording nahin kiya, usska ek vajah tha, usska plan kuch aur tha….. Jab donon tarapte huwe hosh mein aaye to Vicky ne revolver taane unn ke taraf aur kaha, “Its time to say bye to this world kyun ke ab narak ka dwaar khul raha hai tum donon ke liye….. jao wahin ek dusre ke gale mil lena….”

Aur Vicky ne donon ke sar par golian chalye..do do golian donon ke khopri mein penetrate huwe…… aur uss ke baad Vicky ne tasveerein aur video banaye unn donon ke laash ki…. bed khoon se latpath, donon ke chehre toote phoote huwe khoon mein laal phir goli ka nishaan sar par aur jaanghon par…sab ki video banaayi Vicky ne aur jaldi se wahan se nikle Inspector Khan se baat karne ke liye…..

To be continued……………….

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[dinudina-blog]

Happy Bday Kaminon....😂😂😊😊🤣🤣 #happybirthday #kamine #birthday #friends #friendsbirthday

[ratretro]

"Rebecca, I need to sleep with you tonight." "W-what did you just say?" "Happy said that there's a monster in your room that comes out every night and I aim to make it my friend!" (Sorry felt like giving you another headcanon this time where Rebecca is a loud sleeper and Shiki asks Happy and Happy just says 'Oh yeah, it's a monster in Rebecca's bed.' )

okay but i love this

so EXPANDING ON THIS:

I love the idea of Rebecca being the more sloppy of the two instead of it being the male like the typical trope of shounen. It’s looking to go down that route and im intrigued on it

So:

Rebecca is in fact generally messy.

Upon entering the room he discovers a massive horde of clothing strewn across the room.

Some piles are large enough they could be considered their own planets.

The bed is an absolute wreckage. Pillows everywhere, and for some reason the blanket is always missing until right before it’s time to sleep

The only thing that is pristine and perfectly organized is her collection of cat ears

they’re for the Blue Cat Channel so she has to keep them ‘perfect’ is her reasoning 

Shiki learned how to cook from his robot pals and hes found that Rebecca has a black hole for a stomach (just a random thought)

Shiki ends up staying on the floor to wait for the monster and the second he hears the snoring he gets hella excited

until he notices its Rebecca and he didn’t really know what to do with that information at first until Happy explains it out for him

then he rolls with this and eventually he blocks out her snoring and sleeps through it

i also hc that he ends up sleeping in her room either on the ceiling or on the floor because after a while he gets comforted by the sound of her snoring and it makes him feel like he’s not so alone after losing his family in Granbell

[ratretro]

"Happy, I didn't turn off the artificial gravity, right?" "Aye, its still on. Why?" "No reason, just that Shiki's sleeping directly ABOVE us." (I headcanon Shiki floats in his sleep from time to time)

new hc accepted.

He sleeps like this when he’s not breaking pieces of her ship with his head

New add on

Rebecca prefers this way to his normal manner of sleeping.

In fact, she actually prompts him to do so more often.

Upon Shiki finding out what bats are he convinced Rebecca to buy him a cape and he spent 3 weeks sleeping like a bat on the ceiling because he thought they were cool

[ratretro]

You probably don't do requests, but i was wondering if you could do a Nalu fanfic involving Natsu listening to Lucy's heartbeat and/or performing CPR on her (somewhat inspired by manga chapter 538)?

Title: Let’s Read a Book

Pairing: NaLu

Request: Natsu listening to Lucy’s heartbeat

Rating: T (edited because it wasn’t even M I just forgot to change the rating)

None of these characters are owned by me, they are all owned by the wonderful Hiro Mashima!

A/N:

So, this was slightly inspired from when I went to the bookstore yesterday. Otherwise this would have sat in my WIPs for like a long time. I’m human garbage honestly sorry not sorry. I do take requests, but only when I’m not taking commissions. Luckily, I’ve decided to prolong opening commissions because I’m still hashing out a few extra details. 

           Lucy mumbled to herself as she struggled to turn the page of her favorite book. Natsu’s head was delicately pressed to her chest, and while it had caused her some mild strife at first they eventually found a position that worked for them both. Still, his sudden need to be right on her had thrown her off course. She’d been nose deep in her book as she’d come to the climax of the story. Her heart was pounding in her chest furiously with every page turn as Tom was rushing in to save the love of his life from danger. It’d reminded her of Natsu, and how he’d save her no matter what. Even if it meant his life – which she by no means wanted, and had he ever done it she’d bring him back to life just to murder him again. All of his actions tonight had her concerned, but she was trying not to mind it. She wasn’t going to question or pry.

             “Lucy.” A statement with no follow up. She was currently resting the bind of the book on the top of his head so she figured it was bothering him. She lifted the book from his scalp.

           “Yes?” he wasn’t even worried about the book. In fact, it had taken them nearly ten minutes to finally get comfortable, and if she wanted to rest a book on his head then so be it. Currently, he had his pressed into her chest with his right hand pulling her body to him, and his left draped across the bed. They were both laying on their sides with their legs in a tangled mess.

           He was in heaven with her heart beating in his ear. It rumbled strong, and steady with every single beat and a small sigh escaped his lips. His intense fear finally subsided after 20 minutes of her nose deep in whatever book she was reading that week, and him listening intently to the sounds deep in her chest. He chuckled when she came to a part that he assumed  was exciting since the steady thumbs had become frantic, and then they’d calmed down after 3 page turns. Finally, his nightmare rolled off his shoulders allowing him to relax. He’d been experiencing them frequently lately, and every time he couldn’t hear the thumping that normally lulled him to sleep he would panic. He’d awaken in the stark darkness of night with her missing from his side only to find that she’d gone to the bathroom.

           The terrors of his dreams constantly flashed in his mind of Lucy unmoving, and sticky, wet blood covering her eyes. They weaved together in an unmistakable pattern. Though settings may be different, or even the manner in which the incident occurred it always ended the same: Lucy without the echo he heard right now. He couldn’t let that happen, but if he told Lucy he was sure she’d say something that would ease his troubled mind. That wasn’t in his cards right now. The only thing in his cards was ensuring the life of the girl next to him. The girl who was slowly reaching her breaking point.

           Lucy was becoming anxious as he continued to say nothing. He just stayed pressed against her like his entire life revolved around this single moment. If he thought she hadn’t noticed his tossing and turning or the way he sometimes mumbled her name in his sleep he’d be wrong. Not even two nights ago had she been mindlessly staring in the mirror when a loud, anguished scream jolted her from her sleepy haze. She’d run into the room frantically to find him scanning the room wildly like something was missing and he was filled to the brim with desperation to find it. She was on the bed in seconds with a grip on his shoulders that could rival the dragon slayer’s own strength. His eyes set on her, and immediately he relaxed. He’d tugged her next to him in a swift motion, and with his head in her chest – much like now – he was fast asleep.

           “Please don’t leave.” His tone of voice caught her completely off guard as the pinkette had once again surprised her. Leave? Why would she leave?

           “Silly, I won’t leave you. Although, I think I reserve the right to at least one disappearance. But just be warned you started it.” today she was teasing. That was a variable topic. Somedays, she could tease and even laugh about it wholeheartedly. Somedays, it hurt her deep in her heart and she couldn’t stand to think of it let alone mention it. It didn’t seem like the time to be opening old wounds, and that was certainly a deep one so today was teasing. Still, her heart skipped a beat and Natsu’s grip on her tightened.

           “I did. I won’t leave ya ever again. I promise.” His promise filled the tension in the room, but Lucy knew better. If he’d left once he’d leave again. Hopefully, the next time he did she would be able to keep herself together. The thought that she’d fallen apart after his departure was a deep regret. She’d have to live without Natsu someday, but thankfully today wasn’t that day.

           “Right. We’re supposed to be together forever.” What hit Natsu like a freight train was how she said ‘supposed to’ as though it wasn’t a guarantee. He couldn’t really argue a point here since he was the one who left. He never once regretted his choice on that. What was the point of being strong if you couldn’t protect the ones you love?

           “And we will be. Have I—” he never finished his sentence, because for an entire year he had let her down. Even if he hadn’t intended to. He’d left a note, and he thought she’d be safe in the hands of the guild. He didn’t realize gramps was going to dissolve Fairy Tail the very next day. He hadn’t expected everyone to separate. He hadn’t expected that she’d be left all alone.

           None of it had occurred to him, because that was just never something that could happen to Fairy Tail. Except it had. His hands were rough, and scarred, from every battle he’d won, and even the battles he’d lost. That didn’t matter to him, or her, as his fingers threaded into her blonde tresses to push them from her face. His hands cupped her cheek as he nuzzled into her neck. Lucy quivered slightly, and it wasn’t hard for the pinkette to notice the reaction considering how their bodies were meshed together.

           “We will be.” She mumbled back even though she didn’t believe the words she’d just spoken. The celestial spirit mage’s heartbeat was hammering in her chest, and Natsu found his body vibrating at the sound. He tugged her even closer and what skin of hers was bare rubbed against his own. He’d started stripping his clothes off the minute he walked into her apartment, and at this point he was clad in a tight pair of boxers that hugged his lower body.

Lucy wouldn’t lie and say she’d never looked, but it was hardly the time to be thinking that way about her best friend. Did best friends even do these types of things? Holding each other close, laying tangled together? She didn’t feel like they were supposed to, but for her and Natsu it just seemed right.

           “If you stay naked all the time you’ll end up like Grey.” She teased him softly with a voice that sounded like there was something stuck in her throat.

           “And here I thought you loved me.” He said in an exasperated tone, clearly following her lead to usher them into a topic that would be comfortable for the two of them.

           “Alas, as an heiress to a previously well-known konzern it is impossible for a delicate lady such as myself to love a stripper.” she pressed her Fairy Tail mark to her forehead to follow the drama that had ensued.

           “Right. Delicate.” A snicker left him before he could stop it, and then it was full blown laughter that rumbled like thunder in his chest.

           “You’re incorrigible.” She huffed with a pout settling to her lips. Those red lips that contrasted with her pale as snow skin. Natsu had to tear his eyes from her face to look literally anywhere else.

           “I don’t know the meaning of the word.” He was trying to be sultry, and his voice even dropped an octave as he gently raised to his hands and knees. Honestly though, he had no idea what the word meant. His right leg was positioned between her thighs, and his hands were on either sides of her hips as he hovered over her body. Natsu finally allowed himself to look at her face. Most especially her eyes. They had a light haze to them, but he’d recognize that honey brown anywhere. The honey brown he’d almost lost to Dimaria.

           “N-Natsu?” she moved backwards ever so slightly until her back bumped into the wooden headboard she’d bought earlier that week.

           “Yes?” his lips hovered just inches from hers while he lay in wait for the sound of her heartbeat. His ears were finally able to focus, and dear Mavis Lucy’s heart was pounding a million miles a minute.

           “What are you doing?” the blonde mumbled with her voice low, and even though she was questioning him there was no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly what he was doing.

           Lucy Heartfilia realized in that moment that he might be trying to kiss her. The second thing she realized was that she wasn’t opposed to it. In fact, she wanted it. Her heart threatened to rip from her chest as the distance between them clouded her mind. He was going to hover, and torture her for all eternity at this rate. Stubborn dragon with his equally patient teasing. The fact that he could be so still for so long was what got her every time.

           So, she did what she thought was best. Her body moved barely an inch forward so their lips could meet for the first time. Natsu stiffened as the soft flesh met his chapped skin, and suddenly it occurred to him that his partner might actually have feelings for him. What kind of feelings? Only Mavis knew. Lucy, however, was torn between two choices. Since the dragon slayer hadn’t reciprocated the kiss she felt she had to correct the situation. One option: follow through with her decision and deal with the consequences. Two: end it and apologize. Both were appealing as one was fulfilling a moment she’d wanted, and then the second was allowing her a back track.

           Natsu was still frozen while he waited for his brain to finally reboot. He hadn’t thought she’d be the one to initiate, but here they were. Him hovering above her while keeping his weight from crushing her. His strength was draining quickly from the way she was effecting him. He didn’t want to follow through in case she was just rolling with the moment, but he didn’t want it to end either. If he proceeded then it could be a change of their relationship, and he didn’t want to ruin what they had. Well, shit. He pressed his lips to hers gently earning a small whimper. Oh Mavis, he had to turn back now or he might actually drown in this girl’s body and scent.

           She was reciprocating even as their teeth occasionally clicked together from their shared lack of experience. It was a tender kiss where his hands cupped her cheeks, and though his lips were cracked he still pressed to those soft pink lips that tasted like strawberry.

           “Promise?” he brought the question back to her during a small break while she gasped for air.

           “Promise.”

[ratretro]

There is a song called Duet by Penny and Sparrow and it's just like Gruvia and Nalu and my shipper heart is freaking out

f u c k u right

i took forever to listen to this song bc im garbage honestly

but you’re goddamn right

also for my followers heres a link

Duet by Penny and Sparrow

[ratretro]

Shiki is probably the only person that CAN'T be lost in the crowd because he just floats up and looks around before finding Rebecca or Happy. Of course, Happy will eventually tie a string around Shiki and treat him as a balloon.

i hc that prior to Shiki showing up Rebecca and Happy had their own version of Marco-Polo

But once Shiki becomes part of the crew whoever happens to have him will instruct him to search for the other

One instance is when Happy and Shiki lose Rebecca in a large shopping district type planet and Happy begins to panic until he remembers Shiki’s gear

It takes less than a millisecond to convince Shiki to search by air

He finds her in the food court and hauls Happy with him to join her. He gets a medium size fry, and watches as Rebecca downs 5 different meals from 5 different restaurants, plus separately ordered sides from 4 other restaurants.

The spectacle made by Shiki when he tried to find her goes directly to use for promoting her vlog

he’s honestly just happy to help like the little happy space child that he is