#one managed to dodge while the other wasn't so lucky

[mushtoons]

okay guys imma need all the witches, superstitious, lucky ect to either give me tips or bless me with some good luck or something its escalated....

my bad luck has gone too far (<- hit a fuckin bird on the highway on the way to work)

[wolverigrl]

Rumors

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

Warnings: smut! Only 18+!, swearing, angsty, fluffy

!Disclaimer! If you'd like to skip the smut, scroll down as soon as you see "---" in the text. From there, the smut part begins and ends at the next "---"!

Enjoy!

Previous Part

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It's been five months. Five months since our first date, and yet somehow, it feels like both forever and no time at all.

I sit here now, in the gym, watching him lift weights like it’s nothing, and I’m struck by just how lucky I feel. From the very beginning, it was like we found our rhythm without even trying - our relationship is built on mutual respect and trust. We give each other space when needed, and t's refreshing to be with someone who values independence as much as I do.

The dates we've had so far have been perfect in their own way. Our second one was at this hidden gem of a restaurant tucked away in the city. I remember how he laughed when I spilled wine on the tablecloth, and how his hand brushed mine as we reached for the same napkin. We've done simple things too, like grabbing coffee early in the morning or working out. Once, we spent an afternoon at an old bookstore, getting lost in the aisles of dusty novels and sharing passages that made us laugh. Every moment with him feels like a memory in the making

And yet, it all changed a little last month when we were spotted. We hadn't been careful enough. A quick kiss in a park, something so innocent, but the paparazzi caught us. The next day, our picture was splashed across every tabloid and social media. That unintentional confirmation of our relationship wasn't what we had planned. Neither of us wanted the world in on our private lives.

Still, we've dodged every question thrown at us in interviews or on social media. But avoiding the questions doesn't stop the criticism.

The age gap. It's what everyone seems to latch onto. Hugh's used to it - He’s been doing this long enough to know how to handle the press, the rumors, the gossip. But me? I’m still learning how to deal with it. I try to act like it doesn't bother me. I nod along, tell everyone I'm fine, but inside, it's harder than I thought it would be. Some of the comments sting more than I care to admit. I've been in relationships before, but none of them were "public" like this. My exes were all from my private circle - well, except for Chris, but that doesn't count. That was way before either of us was well-known. This, with Hugh, is different. It's out there.

I didn’t want that. I wanted to keep us private for a while longer, to hold onto this little piece of normalcy for just us. But now it’s out, and there’s no taking it back.

Now everything is under scrutiny. People question our relationship and my motives. Of course there are fans who are supportive - sweet comments, even some who come up to me on the street and say they love us together. But then there are the others. The ones who say I’m only with him to advance my career, that I’m using him to get ahead. Ever since our last movie together, I’ve been getting bigger roles, and some people think that’s because of him. Like I can’t earn anything on my own.

I try to brush it off, but there are moments when those words hit hard. And even though Hugh has told me a thousand times to ignore it. I’m not like him. I haven’t been in the spotlight for decades. I don’t have the thick skin he’s developed over the years.

Our managers weren’t thrilled either when they found out we’d been seeing each other behind their backs. It wasn’t anger, really, more disappointment that we hadn’t trusted them enough to let them in on it. But in a way, I’m glad we didn’t. We needed this to just to be ours for a while.

Still, despite all the noise, the criticism, the rumors—there’s comfort between us. We act like a real couple. We’ve never had the talk, though, about what we are exactly. Are we officially together? I don’t even know. We’ve just kind of fallen into this routine, and honestly, love it. I love the way he makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world when we’re together.

My eyes drift back to him as he lowers the weights, his muscles tensing with the effort. He's ridiculously strong, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a turn on. God, he’s attractive. And sweet. And patient. And funny. Sometimes I catch myself even fangirling. I mean, it's still Hugh fucking Jackman. How did I get so lucky?

“You good, y/n?" Hugh’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I realize I’ve been staring.

“Yeah." I say, quickly covering up my awkwardness with a grin. “Just appreciating the view.”

His eyes narrow, that playful smile tugging at his lips. He walks over, sweat still glistening on his skin, and towers above me, crossing his arms. “You know, you could’ve just taken a picture.”

“Maybe I will next time,” I tease, leaning back on the bench.

He chuckles, the sound warm and rich. “Or you could just join me instead of sitting over there like a creep.”

“Please. I did twice as many reps as you did earlier,” I say, pretending to wipe imaginary sweat from my brow. “I deserve a break.”

“Is that right?” He raises an eyebrow, leaning down so we’re almost face-to-face. “Pretty sure I saw you struggling with those squats.”

“I wasn’t struggling." I protest, trying to keep a straight face, but his cocky grin is making it impossible.

“You say that now, but your form—”

“My form was perfect!” I laugh, pushing his arm lightly. “Stop acting like you weren’t impressed.”

“Oh, I was impressed." he admits, his voice dropping an octave. “Just not with your workout.”

The heat between us flares up in an instant, the way it always does when he looks at me like that. There’s this pull, this magnetic energy that I haven’t felt in a while. We flirt, we tease, we push each other’s buttons, and it’s exhilarating. But there’s always this line we haven’t fully crossed yet. We get close - so close - but we always pull back.

We go back and forth like this until we wrap up our workout. Hugh's leaving for Sydney tomorrow to visit his family for a few weeks, but his kids won't be able to join him because they're going on holiday with their mom, so it'll just be him this time

I'll admit, I already miss him so much. I don't really know what to do yet. So far, we've spent pretty much every day together, but now that the interviews are slowly getting fewer and everyday life is getting quieter, it's getting boring without someone to keep me on my toes. I guess Ryan and Blake will have to take over.

After the gym, we head back to his place, still bickering about who did better with which exercises. By the time we're on the couch, it's turned into playful shoving and teasing until his lips are on mine, and everything else fades away. God, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed the way his lips feel on mine, the way his touch sets my skin on fire.

But just as things are about to cross that line again, I pull away, leaving him breathless and staring at me in confusion.

"You’re impossible." he mutters, running a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice.

I smile sweetly, standing up and stretching. “I need a shower.”

"You’re an absolutely evil woman!" he calls after me as I walk toward the bathroom, but I don’t turn around. I can feel his eyes on me the whole way.

I can't help but smile to myself as I undress and step into the shower. The hot water cascades down my skin, but my mind is elsewhere - back on the couch, replaying the way his hands felt on me, the way his breath hitched when I kissed him. It's getting harder to hold back, to not give in to the growing desire between us. We've come close before - so many times - but for some reason, we always stop right pefore things get too far. It's like we're both waiting for the perfect moment. I'm not in a rush, but God, he makes it so hard to resist.

But it’s not just physical. It’s him. It’s the way he looks at me, the way he makes me feel seen. I’ve never been so comfortable with someone, and that scares me a little. I’m falling for him - hard - and I’m terrified of what that means. We’ve never even talked about what we are, and here I am, thinking about how much I want him, how much I love him.

The thought stops me in my tracks. Am I in love with him? My heart pounds in my chest, and I realize that, yes, I probably am. But I don’t know if he feels the same way. What if this is just something casual for him? What if I bring it up, and he doesn’t feel the same? He’s never pressured me, never pushed for more, and sometimes I wonder if he’s happy with how things are - just casual, just fun.

When I'm done, I slip into my pajamas - just a simple tank top and shorts - and head into the bedroom. Hugh's sitting on the edge of the bed, scroling through his phone, but he glances up when I walk in.

"Took you long enough." he says with a mischievous grin. "Were you thinking about me in there?"

I smirk, leaning against the doorway.

"Maybe?"

He laughs, setting his phone down and standing up. He walks over to me, placing one hand on my hip, the other cupping my face. His lips brush mine in a teasing kiss, his hand sliding down to give my ass a playful squeeze.

"Behave." I mutter, but my voice betrays me, sounding more breathless than I intended.

"Why? I thought you like it when I don’t." he says, that teasing grin never faltering.

Before I can respond, he pulls away and heads to the bathroom. "I'll be right back."

I sighed and lay down on the bed and looked thoughtfully at the ceiling.

Before I can lose myself in my thoughts again, I hear the water turn off, and a minute later, Hugh steps back into the room, still dripping wet and wrapped only in his towel, which hangs dangerously low. I can't take my eyes off him. He's searching through the dresser, muttering something about forgetting his boxers, but I don't hear the words. My heart pounds in my chest, and I know - I know - this is it. I can’t hold back anymore.

Without second guessing, I get up and cross the room, moving toward him without a word. He watches me, his brow furrowing in slight confusion, but there’s something else there too.

When I reach him, I stop, just inches away, and look up at him. I don’t say anything for a long moment. I just let myself feel the weight of this moment.

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Finally, I find my voice, though it’s softer than I expected. “I want you.”

His eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, I think I’ve surprised him. But then, something shifts in his expression, and the air between us thickens. He steps closer, his hand coming up to cup my cheek as he studies my face.

“Are you sure?” His voice is low, husky, and I can see the restraint in his eyes. He’s giving me an out. One last chance to change my mind. But I don’t want out. Not anymore.

“Yes." I whisper, barely able to speak past the lump in my throat. “I’m sure.”

That’s all it takes. In an instant, his lips are on mine, and the kiss is different this time - deeper. Hungrier. His hands move to my waist, pulling me against him, and I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into his touch.

Before I know it, he’s lifting me off the ground, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the roughness of the towel against my skin. His grip tightens, and I’m suddenly aware of just how much I want him - how much I’ve always wanted him.

The kiss grew more intense, more desperate, and I can feel the last remnants of our restraint crumbling. He carries me over to the bed, his towel loosening around his hips, and gently lays me down. Our breaths are ragged, our bodies pressed together in a way that makes it impossible to think of anything else.

His kisses moved to my neck while one of his hands disappeared under my top. I gasped softly and ran my hands over his strong back. He began to gently squeeze my breast as I pressed his hips against mine with my legs, clearly feeling his arousal. Breathing heavily, he rubbed his groin against me and applied more pressure to my breast.

"Please." I said softly and looked at him greedily. "Please what, love?" he broke away from my lips and straightened up a little to get a better look at my face.

I couldn't help myself and looked down to his towel, which was now hanging down so low that you could see his perfect v-line clearly, as well as the vein under his belly button.

I swallowed and also straightened up to pull my top over my head.

"Fucking hell." he muttered quietly. I lay back down with my arms over my head and looked straight at him. "Just stop holding back and fuck me already."

He didn't need to be told twice and leaned over me again. The kiss was wilder than before and I felt like his hands were everywhere. I was in such a trance that I didn't even notice that he had already thrown my shorts on the floor. It was only when I felt his fingers on my clit that I realized it. I gasped out loud and dug my fingers in his hair and shoulders as he caressed my neck and circled his thumb over my clit. I was a complete wreck. Everything happened so quickly, but somehow it also didn't. I pressed my knees into Hugh's sides and pushed my pelvis towards him as he slid two fingers inside me. I moaned loudly and pushed my head back into the pillow. Suddenly I felt an electrifying sensation as he ran his tongue around my breast and sucked on it. He curled his fingers in and moved his hand faster. I moaned loudly again and pressed my nails firmly into his shoulder as a pleasurable feeling came over me in my abdomen.

Hugh's kisses moved back up to my lips until he released his heavy breath and slid his fingers out of me.

He looked at me full of lust and totally befuddled. I had never seen him like this before. But seeing him like this almost made me go crazy myself. He smiled gently at me and stroked a few strands of hair from my face. "You're so damn beautiful."

I felt my face flush and ran my hands down his torso to his dick, smiling. He breathed heavily and closed his eyes as I slowly began to stroke him.

I clenched around nothing and bit my lip as I looked at him.

He looked at me again, bent both my legs and pulled my hands away, to stroke his own member. He rubbed his pre-cum wet tip against my clit and looked deep into my eyes. It made me absolutely feral.

"Hell. Stop fucking teasing!" I growled. Without another word, he slid into me and put my legs over his shoulders. I moaned loudly and curled my toes. He was breathing heavily and you could see how much he was controlling himself.

"You're so fucking tight." He slowly began to move his hips and it drove me wild when I felt him filling me up. "Baby please don't hold back." I moaned and closed my eyes.

"Eyes on me my love." he groaned and thrusted harder. I gasped, a little startled, and looked him straight in the eyes. My hands disappeared into his hair again and his speed increased steadily. I felt everything slowly boiling up inside me and I clenched hard around his dick. That eye contact. His moans. The sounds of our bodies hitting each other and the thick air in the room. Everything began to spin around me and I could no longer maintain eye contact.

"I'm gonna cum!" I moaned as I felt him thrusting even deeper than before. Hugh now closed his own eyes, let my legs off his shoulders and pressed both my hands over my head with one hand to stimulate my clit with the other. He was panting loudly himself. "Cum for me baby. I wanna see how you cum all over me."

That gave me the rest and for a brief moment I thought I was seeing the white light. My legs were shaking like crazy and I felt an incredible pull in my abdomen. Hugh moaned with me and let go of me to support himself with his forearms next to my head instead.

Panting, he rested his head in the crook of my neck while I stroked his sweaty back. Shortly afterwards, I felt his rhythm become more and more irregular until he did a last hard thrust and moaned loudly. The sound of his voice and the feeling of his pulsing dick made my skin crawl and I pressed myself tightly against him with my legs and arms.

There was complete silence for a moment. I could only hear our panting and our heartbeats in the room.

I felt his semen leaking out of me and slowly running down my bottom.

Hugh pulled away to lay down next to me and pulled me to his side before kissing me on the forehead. I smiled at him and stroked his sweaty chest with my hand.

"We should probably have done it before the shower." Hugh said with a smirk and looked at me.

"Or in the shower." He laughed and nodded.

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After cleaning up, we lay together, our bodies entwined under the blanket. The room is quiet, except for the sound of our breathing slowly returning to normal. Hugh is beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my skin. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest against my back, and there’s a comfort in the silence between us.

But there’s also a weight, a need to say something. To define this.

I shift slightly, turning so I can face him. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, neither of us says anything. Then, softly, I ask. "Do you ever… worry? About what people say about us?”

His brow furrows slightly, and he brushes a strand of hair from my face before answering. “What people say? You mean the age thing?”

I nod, feeling a lump in my throat. “Yeah. And the way they watch us. The paparazzi, the rumors… It’s just hard sometimes.”

He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, his hand gently cupping the back of my head. “I know it’s hard, y/n and I’m sorry you have to deal with all that because of me.”

“It’s not your fault,” I say quickly. “I just… sometimes I don’t know how to handle it. But I don't want to be that person who lets the outside world affect what we have." I whisper. "But sometimes it just... gets to me."

"You're not that person." he assures me, his voice firm but gentle. "You're human. And it's okay to feel that way. The important thing is that we talk about it, like we're doing now.. And you don’t have to handle it alone." he murmurs, his lips brushing my temple. “I’m here. We’re in this together.”

His words are soothing, but there’s still a part of me that struggles with the reality of our situation. I bite my lip, hesitating before speaking again. “Sometimes I wonder… if maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Hey." he interrupts softly, his thumb grazing my cheek. “Don’t go there. We’re good, okay? We’re more than good.”

I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. “I know. I just don’t want it to get too complicated.”

Hugh is silent for a moment, then he asks quietly. “Would it help if we made it official?”

I blink, my heart skipping a beat. “Official?”

He gives me a small smile, his eyes soft as he looks at me. “Yeah. Maybe then they will stop harassing us with their questions." For a moment we both were silent before he started to speak again. "Like… would you want to be my girlfriend?”

My heart swells at the simplicity of his question and made me speechless. Then I slowly nod, a smile spreading across my face. “Yeah." I whisper. “I’d like that.”

He grins, pulling me closer and pressing his lips to mine in a soft, lingering kiss. We stay like that for a while, wrapped in each other, content.

After a while, he pulls back, looking thoughtful. “You know, I’m heading to Australia tomorrow to visit family.”

I nod, already knowing. “Yeah, you mentioned that. How long will you be gone?”

“A few weeks." he says, his fingers brushing over my arm absently. “But… I was thinking. What if you came with me?”

I blink in surprise. “To Sydney?”

“Yeah. I mean, only if you want to. No pressure. I just thought it’d be nice… spending some more time together. Away from all this.”

I hesitate, the idea both exciting and terrifying. “I don’t know, Hugh. It feels… fast. I haven’t even met your family yet.”

He chuckles softly. “You wouldn’t have to. Not unless you wanted to. It can just be the two of us. We can do whatever you want. I just want to spend time with you."

I smile softly at his words, feeling my heart swell.

“I’ll think about it,” I say softly, leaning my head against his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath my ear, a calming rhythm that soothes the anxiety swirling in my mind.

“Good,” he murmurs, running his fingers gently through my hair. “That’s all I ask. No pressure.”

I bite my lip, thinking it over. The idea is tempting - really tempting.

"Okay." I say, making the decision. "I'II come. But maybe I'll fly out a week later. That way I can maybe meet up with Blake and Ryan, maybe even visit Chris in Boston."

Hugh nods, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "Deal. A week later, and we'll have the best time. Just you and me."

We share another soft kiss, and can't help but laugh against his lips.

After our conversation, we lay there for a little while longer, basking in the afterglow of everything we’d just shared. The weight that had been pressing on my chest for weeks felt lighter now that we’d talked about it.

Eventually, we sat up, and the idea struck me - if we were really ready to move forward, maybe it was time to let the world know about us on our own terms.

“I was thinking…” I start, glancing over at him. “We should post a photo of us."

Hugh’s eyebrows lifted in slight surprise. “You sure about that?”

I nod, feeling a sense of resolve I hadn’t felt before. “Yeah. I mean the media already knows about us and we can't hide anymore. So why not?"

A smile tugs at his lips, and he reaches for his phone on the bedside table. “Alright, I’m in. Let’s take a picture then.”

I chuckle. “But maybe we should put on some clothes first?”

Hugh laughs softly, the sound sending a warmth through me. “Yeah, I suppose we shouldn’t scandalize the internet too much.”

As I sit up, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the bedroom mirror and grimace slightly. My hair’s a mess from… well, everything, and I’m definitely not looking my best. “Ugh. I look awful.”

Hugh stands up and shakes his head with an amused smile. “You look perfect,” he says, casually reaching into his closet for a shirt. He pulls one on, his muscles stretching the fabric in a way that makes it hard for me to focus. “Come on, we’ll take a cute one.”

I roll my eyes playfully but grab one of his T-shirts from the drawer. “Fine, but if I look weird, we’re deleting it.”

“No way!” he teases, pulling me into his arms once I have the shirt on. “You could never look weird.”

I can’t help but laugh as he wraps his arms around me from behind. He holds the phone up in front of us, angling it to get the perfect shot. “Okay, smile!”

I glance up at him just as he snaps the picture. My smile turns into a laugh, the joy bubbling out of me before I can stop it. I look ridiculous, but when I see the photo, it’s kind of perfect. Hugh’s grinning at the camera, looking all charming and effortlessly handsome as always, while I’m gazing up at him, clearly laughing and obviously so in love.

I bite my lip, hesitating. “I don’t know… I look a little -"

“You look great." Hugh cuts in, his tone firm but soft. “Come on, y/n. This is us. It’s real.”

I glance at the picture again. He’s right. It’s not some polished, perfect photo shoot - it's just us. Happy, in love, and completely ourselves. I sigh, giving in. “Okay, fine. Let’s post it.”

He beams at me, clearly pleased, and starts typing a caption on his phone. I lean over his shoulder to read it:

>>thehughjackman: Caught laughing at all the rumors... guess they weren't all wrong🤫 #couplegoals<<

I laugh, rolling my eyes playfully "#CoupleGoals? Really?"

"You're right." he says, smirking as he backspaces. "How about.. #HughJackedY/n?"

I swat him laughing, and he finally posts it without any hashtag.

I take my smartphone and also post it with another caption:

>>y/ninstagram: Who knew Wolverine was such a softie?❤️🐺<<

And just like that, it’s out there. The world now knows officially. My heart pounds a little faster as the notifications start rolling in almost instantly. I feel a rush of nervous excitement—what will people say?

We sit there, watching as the comments flood in, one after another.

>>vancityreynolds: Took you long enough!<<

>>blakelively:This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Love you both!<<

>>ChrisEvans: Treat her right or Cap's coming for you!💪🏻<<

>>zendaya: Omg, stop! You guys are ADORABLE<<

>>officialladydeadpoolmovie: Deadpool approves of this union. Carry on.<<

I glance at Hugh as the comments keep pouring in, feeling a strange mixture of warmth and relief. There’s so much love here—so many people supporting us. It’s overwhelming in the best way.

“I told you it’d be fine,” Hugh says, his voice soft. He nudges me gently with his shoulder. “And look, everyone’s happy for us.”

I smile at him, feeling lighter than I have in days. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

More comments continue to roll in, some from fans, some from friends:

>>florencepugh: I KNEW IT!!!<<

But it’s the fan comments that really make me smile:

>>lordyx3z: Omg, I knew they were together! This makes me so happy!🥹😩<<

>>serenax77: Remember when y/n literally said 'fuck me' during an interview? Manifesting at its finest😂😂😭<<

>>hugh4ewa: Hugh, blink twice if y/n's forcing you to post couple pics😂<<

>>y/nno1fan: About damn time! Y'all had me waiting like the post credits scene of a Marvel Movie!<<

>>mynameseve: I need somebody to look at me, like y/n looks at Hugh😭❤️<<

>>girlpoolxpoppins: Can somebody pls check on Ryan? ASAP<<

>>boyinyellwspndx: y/n: "fck me!" - Hugh: "Say less". Dreams come true folks<<

I can’t help but grin at the flood of positivity. Sure, I know there will be some haters - there always are - but for now, it feels like we’re surrounded by love and support, and that’s all that matters. I glance at Hugh again, my heart swelling as he scrolls through the comments, laughing at some of the more playful ones.

“This was a good idea.” I say quietly, resting my head on his shoulder.

He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Of course it was.” he murmurs. “Now everyone knows you’re officially mine.”

I laugh softly, my heart feeling full. “And you’re mine.”

We sit there for a while, reading through the comments and enjoying the moment. It feels like a weight has been lifted, like we’re finally free to be ourselves without worrying about what anyone else thinks.

And honestly? It feels perfect.

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Have you seen the halfa cass post that's been floating around? I'd love to see your take on that

I'm going to assume you mean the au made by @phandomhyperfixationblog so I'll write about that but if I am wrong please let me know in another ask or message.

Cass was sent to Amity Park to investigate its residents' disappearance. Ghost towns in the USA were fairly common, often after they were abandoned, the earth would reclaim the land and would be left untouched for years to come until a lucky urban exploder discovered it again.

What wasn't uncommon was that everything was left behind when the town was abandoned. Cass walks down three more streets, eyes taking in everything around her. Although the lawns were vastly overgrown and the houses left to the elements, there weren't a lot of open spaces.

Empty cars were parked perfectly along the road or in a lot, chairs and tables on porches were left out, children's toys laid in driveways, and after squinting through a few windows, she could see fully furnished households- some even had a slight mess as if the owners hadn't gotten around to their household chores yet.

One house even had a dinner table set up. The meal was rotten and smelled, but she could tell it was a family dinner that was interrupted mid-way.

Yes, everything was covered in dust, as if years had gone by since someone was last here, but otherwise, it looked like a thriving community had been here only a few days ago.

Even the stores were fully stoked, aisled upon aisled of merchandise left untouched for who knows how long. Restuantants were similar, rotten food aside, everything was open and set up as like a normal bussniess hour.

Overall, it didn't seem like the residents willingly abandoned this place. They left literally everything behind. Nothing showed looting either, which indicated how uncommonly outsiders came here.

The fact Cass was investigating Amity Park at all was because she was doing a favor for Raven. The girls didn't talk much, but it was the least she could do as the magic-user had helped her with a fight in Hong Kong a few days ago.

Raven claimed that an abnormal energy pulse came from the town. It wasn't wrong; some places just had more natural energy to them, but she had always wondered what the cause was.

It is a low-level mystery that she put off exploring due to all other priorities, but about a week ago, Raven sensed another pulse-this one reeking of death- and had asked Cass to check it out while she went on a space mission with the rest of the Titans.

She was supposed to take picutes, do some scenes and get some readings. Cass was not expecting to find literally no one for miles.

Cass slowly made her way down streets, breaking into houses and stores, looking for clues. She found no signs of a struggle but that may be due to the time frame of when this happened.

It wasn't until she got to Fenton Works that she managed that she could figure out some parts of the puzzle. The building itself was a challenge to get into. It was rigged to the teeth with weapons and security measures.

Some were old and rusted, but a majority quickly powered up to shoot at her as she tried to get past. Ducking and weaving through the blast she felt all her muscles burn from the rapid dodge she was doing.

Through years of training, she turned a handstand into a run and then a leap to crash through the front window, and the weapons outside halted as soon as she rolled to a stop in what appeared to be a cozy living room.

Weary, she watched as the gun blasters slowly retreated back into the slight holes along the roof, the fake pathway, and the gnome. Once done the world fell silent again. It's now that Cass startles.

She hadn't noticed Amity Park's silence until it was broken. She hadn't heard birds or the wind blowing through the leaves as she walked. Something was terribly wrong in this place.

Maybe she can find out what it was in Fenton Works.

She began her search by examining the walls. They were lined with family photos- a family of father, mother, and what she assumes are the children of both based on facial features, one girl and one boy. There are art pieces every so often- primarily abstract. The furniture is nothing expensive- coming from a generic furniture store. The kitchen smells rotten food- like most houses- but there is a stack of books on the table.

Cass peers down at them, noticing that they all revolve around a psychology of some sort. An open book is lying next to a notebook filled with notes for teenage development. A pencil is even left over the last unfinished sentence.

Danny's need for acceptance may be due to living in my shadow. I should show him more support.

Cass moves upstairs after confirming there is nothing else of value. There, he finds three rooms- a master bedroom obviously belonging to the parents, a slightly larger room belonging to the girl, and the smallest bedroom belonging to the boy.

Cass can confirm that the girl was tidier than the boy but while her room seemed less personal than the boy's. While the boy has far more personal touches to his belongings, nothing seems to be in order or so driven.

The parents' room was covered with either machinery that could be weapons or images of their children. Whoever they are- or were they loved the two deeply.

In the master bathroom, Cass found that the couple habitually wrote sticky notes with their to-do lists taped on the bathroom mirror's corner. She could tell the differences in handwriting and word choice- the mother wrote explanations while the father did short annotations.

Clean the beakers in lab zone 2. They are releasing gasses, so they must be disposed of properly.

Jazzy-pants slam poetry night. Nov 19th. 6pm.

Danny's sleep study. Dec 10th. Teachers said he's been falling asleep in class too often. It might be Narcolospy!

Dinner Date with Maddie. Nov 22. Classical music reservation.

Cass taps her chin. This happened before December but what year and where did everyone go?

She looks down at the sticky notes again, noticing that many speak about a "lab" downstairs. Seeing as she did not find a lab on the ground level, that only left a lower one.

Leaving the bedroom, she makes her way down to the basement, where she does, in fact, find a large lab. There is a clutter of tools for the eye to see, all surrounding what looks like everyday household items and weapons.

Cass's lips thin as she takes in the strangely shaped guns, staffs, and blades. A weapon maifator? But why here? She tried the computers she scattered about, but none worked. She didn't think so, seeing as the electricity had been shut down across the city, but she had hoped.

Thankfully, this family seemed to believe in paper and pencils because she could find multiple writings throughout the lab. It's mathematical, primarily formulas, a half-baked thesis of "ecto-being" behavior, and notes on "ecto-beings." portal.

A portal that is sitting at the far right of the lab. Cass walks around the perimeter checking to see if it has any traps, but finds none. Then she walks over to the controllers testing the power on it.

She pressed the on button waits forty seconds to confirm that it was not active before she entered the portal. It resembles an early design of the zeta tubes. Maybe the family here were trying to develop teleporting technology-

"GET OUT OF THERE!" Someone shouts. Cass jumps a good foot in the air, swinging around with her fists raised for battle. She hadn't heard him! Hadn't sensed him at all!

It's been long since anyone has gotten the drop on her. She is just grateful she is wearing a mask- not her batgirl or Orphan gear but rather a borrowed ninja outfit Damian had granted her- since it means her identity is protected from the glowing man at the stairway's base.

Wait, glowing?

She opens her mouth to demand to know who he is when the portal powers on. She only had a moment to bite back a swear before her world exploded in pain.

Cass can hear herself scream, but it's too far away from the agony of electricity being poured into her body. She is being ripped apart by it, pushed and molded, and put back together again, only to start the process repeatedly.

It feels like ages before she can't handle it anymore- again, it's been years since that last happened- before the world fades away and she falls into blissful slumber

She has smoke-grey hair and glowing opal-white eyes when she wakes hours later.

The man is leaning over her with snow-white hair and glowing green eyes, looking worried as Cass finds that her body can no longer stay solid. It seemed that she had died and now had the body of a ghost.

She knows who makes this.

"Hello, Danny," She says, pushing through the pain of her death. Oh gods, how will Bruce react when he learns about her stupid error. She doesn't want to think about it, so she pushes it away to give the startled man an empty smile. She had to at least figure out the mystery so that her death can not be in vain."I have some questions about Amity Park."

[sexydoffyman]

Hi! So this is my first time requesting,, I have COD brain rot and I had this idea I thought you might like.

Forced proximity with Simon ghost Riley x male reader :D!!

If it’s spicy I’d absolutely love hair pulling and soft praise,, reader being bottom please! I don’t mind if it’s smut or not tho 🫶

IN THE TRUNK

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A/N: Sup. I did the praise thing, but I couldn't find a way to add the hair-pulling. Enjoy! 🦆

You guys were on a mission together. Everything went well until it didn't. One of the soldiers got wounded and wasn't able to run. And with Ghost in charge of the mission, the rule "No man left behind" was never forgotten.

Ghost picked the wounded soldier up, but by that time, the enemy soldiers had caught up. Everyone scattered. Soon, there was no other option than to abort the mission.

Ghost commanded the team to run to the trucks that were hidden in a nearby forest. He threw the soldier to someone else and started looking for you. Hoping you were left unharmed.

He only met you a couple of days ago, but you caught his eye. You were an important asset to the team. You were smaller, so you could sneak around better and fit through places no one else could. You were also an amazing strategist and interrogator.

And for some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

The way your smaller, flexible body moved when you dodged knife throws. The way you looked at him when everything was going exactly how it was supposed to go. The way you laid your head on his shoulder when you were exhausted.

You quickly found yourself messing with his pheromones. He felt like he needed to have you in his grasp and he didn't understand why. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to taste you. He wanted to make sure you are alright.

Your small size also resulted in you being a little slower than the others. He was aware of that, so he wasn't surprised when you had trouble catching up with the rest of the team.

He ran to you and picked you up bridal style. He ran fast even when carrying you. You being smaller helped him a lot since you were also lighter. He ran with you, seeing the last truck waiting for him and anyone else.

A few soldiers jumped into the car, and Ghost signaled the driver to start moving. The truck slowly took off as Ghost caught up with it, opening the trunk and jumping in it with you in his arms.

You closed the trunk from the inside. Ghost looked at you while gasping for air. You gave him a sweet smile knowing that the whole team is safe. "That damn smile." He thought. That damn smile that messed with him so much.

He squeezed into a slightly larger part of the trunk. You both look at each other awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. Ghost had his leg in front of him, managing to hide his erection. He would be really embarrassed if you caught him thinking like that about you.

The truck ran over a rather large speed bump. You were almost thrown at Ghost ending in your back smacked against his abs. You ended up being pushed into his lap by the way the truck moved.

There, you felt it. You felt the bulge in Ghost's pants. He wanted to get you off him to avoid being embarrassed even more. Instead, he grabbed your waist and pushed you closer to him. He knew the truck would still be moving rather roughly, and he didn't want you to get injured.

When the ride calmed down again you looked at him. "Don't talk about it." He almost barked out. "Being distracted like this won't do you any good in the field, sir." "Would you want me to help you out?"

He was blushing hard under his mask. "Sergeant, I am in no way attracted to you." He said defensively. "Then why are still holding me?" You questioned. He would think that you were teasing him, but your innocent eyes made him realize that you were genuine.

He sighed "Pants down, sergeant!" He commanded. "You're lucky these trunks are soundproof." He muttered against your neck. You slipped your pants down to your thighs he followed your movements.

"You sure you can take this?" He asked, grabbing your hips with the hand that was over you. "Yes, sir!" You answered and adjusted your body so he could slide his other arm under you and push you closer to his chest.

He didn't wait a second when he got an agreement out of you and thrusted his dick straight into your ass. You gave out a little whimper. He grabbed your chin to look away from him. You wondered why he did that only to feel his lips on your neck.

He took off his mask to kiss you.

Your stomach filled with butterflies as he started thrusting into you roughly. With each thrust, you let out a whimper. He stretched you out so good. "Good boy... keep... making those sounds." He stuttered struggling.

He didn't know it would feel so good. He just had to make sure you knew how happy he was. "You are such a good boy for me sergeant." "You feel so good." He was bruising your neck as he sucked on the skin.

He started hitting your prostate head-on which made you switch from whimpering to moaning. That made him go feral. He could feel himself getting close to seeing stars. He thrusted last time into you and filled you with his cum.

He didn't want to leave you unfinished, since you did so good. He grabbed your dick jerking it off until you came into his hand.

You both panted trying to catch your breaths. "Sergeant!" "Yes, sir?" "Just letting you know if I'm ever distracted again, I'll go straight to you."

You chuckled knowing that you signed up for a hell of a ride.

[julianalvarez9]

firsts / christian pulisic

face claim: hailee stenfield

request: Hi, first off i wanna say i love your blog! If you’re still taking requests, could you do one with y/n and christian being a private but not secret couple? (y/n is a famous actress) they get super shy when asked about each other in interviews and dodge the questions but social media gets to see a sneak peek of their relationship because they are always supportive of each other

author's note: tysm for your ask!! <33 sorry that it took me this long but i didn't know how to portray this in a way that i liked but i think this is it 🤍 hope you like it!!

| FIRST TIME YOU TWO MEET

christian was never one to attend parties without his friends, and every time they decided that they'll go out, it took a large amount of convincing for him to go with him. but today, luck seemed to be on their side and christian accepted the invitation rather quickly. on the other hand, you were at every party. being a rising actress, you knew how beneficial it was for your career to mingle with new people, not that you had to force it, it came naturally to you.

your friends had insisted you go to this particular party because they wanted you to meet someone. you weren't looking for a relationship at the moment given how busy your schedule already was, but you were surprised when you met christian, and you two hit it off from the start. never an awkward silence between you two, not just because you were joined with your group of friends, but also because even when it was just you two speaking, everything just felt good.

at the end of the night, you two had exchanged numbers promising to meet again, and both your friends couldn't be happier to see their matchmaking skills becoming a reality.

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| FIRST TIME INTERACTING ONLINE

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| FIRST TIME YOU MENTIONED HIM

"so, who are you supporting for the superbowl this year?" simon, the interviewer, questioned, after extensively talking about the role you were playing in your next movie. "well, the rams are my favorite team but they're obviously out, so i'd say the eagles" you joked, knowing that they were one of christian's teams apart from the jets, who hadn't reached the conference finals either. "caught me by surprise there!" the man who was in charge of your interview said, giggling a bit while the public cheered. "yeah, i caught my boyfriend watching a game recently so i guess that's who we're cheering for" you smiled, instantly going red at the mention of your partner. your manager had listed the topic of relationships off of every interview you had given in the past month, and you knew that by bringing it up yourself you were giving the green light to receive questions about it.

"that's new, y/n! do we know this lucky boy?" simon asked, clearly interested in getting the headline that would be all over the news tomorrow morning. "he's certainly not joe burrow!" you said, laughing about the bengals' quarterback who you found incredibly pretty, but who wasn't your boyfriend. the public laughed at your joke and thankfully, you got out of the topic without having to reveal the secret identity of your partner.

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| FIRST TIME THE FANS SUSPECTED ABOUT YOU TWO

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| FIRST TIME SOMEONE ASKED HIM ABOUT YOU

christian was busy shooting a video for a random magazine. it was one of those where he read questions asked to him through social media, and he got to answer on camera. it made him a bit uncomfortable, seeing as there wasn't a real person asking the questions in front of the camera, it was just him before the lens. he started to read one of the last envelopes he still had left, that said, "we know you're a very private person and we respect that. in the past few months, we saw how close y/n and you are. what do you think about her?"

"well" he laughed, clearly uncomfortable about the topic, seeing as his cheeks reddened just by hearing your name. "she's incredibly nice. i think she's the nicest person to be around, honestly" he gushed, still trying to calm his thoughts so he could answer correctly, without giving too much away. though it would be hard, considering how many great things he had to say about you, his girlfriend.

"we're pretty similar actually. she might be a little more extroverted than me and i might be better at playing soccer" christian laughed, remembering how angry you got while playing football -as you liked to call it to annoy him, even though you were american too- with him. "i think we work well together, we're a great team".

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| FIRST TIME YOU POSTED EACHOTHER

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[babygirl-diaz]

Clean Up Mix (Omegaverse Mpreg)

Tommy was relatively new to the relationship with Evan and Eddie. He was still getting used to them and learning new things about them every day. Like how Evan hated kombucha but Eddie loved it (which he currently couldn't have because of the pregnancy). Or how Evan loved to cuddle and practically climbed on top of him, while Eddie liked to keep his distance (he secretly loved cuddling too but he would never admit it). Or how Evan loved making playlists and had one for every occasion, while Eddie loved to sing in the shower. But then one day Tommy discovered that it wasn't just the shower where Eddie liked to sing. After his shift ended, Tommy went straight home. He heard the screeching noises inside the house and immediately opened the door, wondering if Eddie was in trouble. But nothing prepared him for what he saw. Eddie was singing what sounded like "Independent Women" by Destiny's Child while wearing a t-shirt that was a little too big on him. If Tommy had to guess, it was his shirt. Eddie was facing away from Tommy with headphones on and he was vacuuming the living room.

Tommy slowly closed the door behind him and took out his phone to record what he was seeing. This was just for his and Evan's eyes. Eddie looked hot. Tommy couldn't see it but he knew Eddie's pregnant belly must look so perfect in his shirt.

"The shoes on my feet (I bought it)," Eddie sang and pointed the vacuum at his feet. "The clothes I'm wearing (I bought it)." He pulled at his shirt to emphasize the clothes part and Tommy wanted to point out that the clothes were his, but he didn't. "The rock I'm rocking (I bought it)." He lifted his hand and looked at his empty ring finger. Tommy had to talk to Evan about maybe getting Eddie a ring. "'Cause I depend on me if I want it," Eddie sang and shook his ass before turning around.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Eddie screamed and threw the vacuum at him, but Tommy managed to dodge it in time before it could hit him in the face, dropping his phone in the process.

"Eddie, what the fuck?!" Tommy asked horrified. His heart was still pounding against his chest.

"Tommy! What the hell, babe?! Why'd you sneak up on me?" Eddie asked, holding protectively onto his pregnant belly.

"I- I- I didn't! You were singing and you looked so cute and I couldn't-" Tommy tried explaining.

A smile slowly spread across Eddie's face before he was laughing. "I can't believe you did that!"

"I barely did anything!" Tommy defended himself but couldn't help but laugh as well.

Eddie came over to Tommy and wrapped his arms around his neck. "You're lucky you're cute, babyboy," he told him and kissed him.

The door opened behind them as they kissed and then Tommy heard Evan's voice saying, "You two seem happy. What did I miss?"

Tommy pulled away from the kiss but rested his hand on Eddie's lower back instead. "You have to see this," he said picking up his phone.

"Wait! You recorded that?!" Eddie yelled.

"Yep," Tommy threw the phone at Evan before Eddie could take it from him.

A chuckle escaped Evan's throat as he watched the video before he looked up at the two of them. "Did you really scream like that?" He laughed bending over and grabbing his thighs. "Fuck, that's hilarious! "

"Oh yeah, he was really into that song," Tommy replied teasingly.

"You two are real comedians! Bullying a pregnant omega. I hope you're proud of yourselves," Eddie huffed and went over to sit down on the couch.

Tommy and Evan looked at each other before going over to Eddie and taking a seat on either side of him. "Sorry, baby," Tommy apologized and kissed Eddie's cheek.

"Yeah, baby, it was just a joke," Evan added and kissed Eddie's other cheek. "We're sorry."

Eddie sighed and shook his head. "I hate you two right now but if you made me nachos then I can be persuaded to forgive you..."

"Yeah, yeah, nachos coming right up!" Tommy told him and stood up.

"Whatever you need, babygirl," Evan added and stood up with him.

"He just duped us into making nachos for him, didn't he?" Tommy asked as he walked to the kitchen.

"Yes, yes, he did," Evan replied.

[rorywritesjunk]

While the three managed to survive their months of pregnancy, Buggy wasn't sure how he did.

Sunny's caring nature had her checking in on Birdie and Cupcake constantly, making food for the latter to eat as morning sickness was the hardest for their pink haired companion.

Cupcake was miserable most of the time, cursing Buggy's name from the bathroom any chance she got. She was grateful for the other two helping her.

Birdie was larger than Buggy expected her to be with her pregnancy which had him wondering if that meant more than one baby. He had mentally prepared himself for three babies arriving around the same time, not any more.

Cupcake was the first one to go into labor, forever cursing Buggy while he held her as the midwife and other two helped out. When she gave birth to their little daughter, wisps of pink hair and bright red nose standing out, Buggy managed not to cry until he was alone, using the excuse he needed a glass of water while Birdie cooed over the baby and Sunny made sure Cupcake was comfortable.

Sunny had it rough, labor starting in the morning and going until evening a week after Cupcake. Buggy sat with Sunny the entire time, hoping he was as comforting as she was to him whenever he needed it. Their little boy came just after midnight, head full of blue hair with his mom's nose. Buggy didn't hide his tears, both from relief it was over but also the guilt that one child had his nose but the other didn't.

And for Birdie, Buggy was right in his guess that there was more than one baby. Twins. Boy and a girl with red noses and blue hair, looking like little clones of their daddy. Buggy was grateful there weren't anymore up there but as he sat beside Birdie, holding his new set of newborns, he wondered how he got so lucky.

How is it he got three badass ladies like this to marry him, continuously put up with him, and also give him kids? What did he do to deserve this?

~

They were all one big loving family.

Buggy did what he could to help, doing nighttime changings for the babies, getting up to collect the crying babes when they needed feeding, anything to make it easier on his wives. They did all the work, he just participated, so he thought he needed to do what he could to make them comfortable.

The wives were able to return to their usual duties when they felt up to it and Buggy didn't push them, but the sight of Sunny carrying their son around in a basket, safely nestled in there as she went around the ship collecting any mending that needed to be done, or Cupcake with their daughter bundled against her as she fished for their food, or Birdie sitting at the table with both babies in her arms as she went through the supplies they were going to need just broke him. He loved seeing how the three cared for these babies, how they cared for all of them.

There was never any pettiness of That's your child, not mine from any of them. If Sunny needed a break, Cupcake was there, or when Birdie needed a nap, the twins were with the other two, being loved and taken care of without hesitation. And if Cupcake was busy with the catch, needing to get it prepped for dinner, Sunny had the little girl nestled in the basket with her brother, keeping a watch on the two of them while she mended things and Cupcake dealt with the fish.

Coral was the first born and the baby Cupcake carried, very quiet at times but a focused little girl. Her favorite thing was to grab Buggy's nose or his hair, deciding that it was the best game whenever he tried to dodge her tiny little fingers.

Cloud was the little boy Sunny carried, troublesome like his dad and the first of the babies to walk. The crew had to keep an eye out for him once he became more mobile and keen to get into trouble.

Spark and Ember were the twins, Buggy's little mini-me's. Spark was the loudest, the little boy always babbling and cooing, making a noise whenever he wanted attention while Ember was the clingiest, wanting to always be in someone's arms, didn't matter who it was. Of the four babies, Buggy usually held her the most.

It was loud and chaotic and Buggy wasn't sure how he was going to handle this, but the wives had it under control. All Buggy had to do was be there for them.

[darlingpwease]

Oh hello I'm kind of new to this but I was reading most of your post I see you have been busy with your draft and I don't want to put some work on the request list but here I go saw you can write about some characters from dark fall I wonder can request

Yandere Nergal if you comfortable with it

hello hello~ <3 don't worry about things like that, sunshine; it just means I'm slower to react because I'm writing~ it doesn't increase my workload or anything like that,,,

too late; I love you more than

through the pain you feel my feelings [2000 words]

♡ unhealthy behaviour (forced relationship), mention of violence, power imbalance; transmigrator!reader, reader with hypersensitive skin

This body (or this world?) did not accept you, but you yourself weren't sure what exactly was wrong. After all, even appearance hadn't changed so significantly that you could claim it was a 'completely alien body'; more like some alternate version of you — but the skin felt wrong, not as it should, too sensitive and responsive to everything, doesn't matter if it was the wind that was blowing somehow wrong, or a hidden blade that you could dodge by acting even on pure instincts. Undoubtedly, this contributed to the improvement of your skills and reactions, as if the slightest movement around always found a physical response in you, making you feel like some kind of herbal or wind spirit.

... But every look, every touch — your whole being was so tense, like a stretched fabric about to tear, from which any attempt to touch was perceived as a cut or a blow. You knew for sure that it wasn't the skin itself, physically it received and reacted to wounds like any other, without being too gentle, but you were always where this line between mental and physical reaction passed. Perhaps it was even something psychological — you can't say for sure, not that you remember anything at all from your life that is connected with the past, even if you are clearly aware when this or that reaction is caused by muscle memory. Your body remembers what your mind is not able to reproduce — but without mind, you would not be able to take care of this uncomfortable body, like a worn-out cell that tries to keep your 'soul' inside, although it costs too much.

Was this a kind of punishment for the fact that you occupied a body in which you were not actually born? You didn't know — not when you were too focused on fighting for survival in this world, more like a burnt-out wasteland after some devastating war. Disgusting in its grotesqueness social darwinism — 'who managed, they ate', even if this is the body of someone who was a little less lucky to be where it was not worth being, and these are not only monsters, but also lands that absorb blood with meat, trying to satiate themselves in aimless greed, — as deep as the pupils of a person who holds out his hand to you in a dark glove, smiling senselessly, as if you have not survived this nightmare for a couple of years, forced to adapt from the life of a modern person to one of the links in the food chain, where you are far from the top.

Even if it was the hand of the blackest and most vile creature, you would accept it.

And even after a while, you can't say that you regret your choice. You have everything you need to not worry about that body: comfortable clothes, the necessary treatment, and your mana is more than normally restored — even if sometimes you are drawn to things like food or the Internet, especially when you see the dull dying earth from the balcony, you try to remind yourself that everything is fine. Everything is fine now. You still have to work and work hard, but at least you don't have to think about where you should spend the night, where to hide and where to expect enemies, constantly turning in your head the memories of a past life in an attempt to use the current one to survive.

... In the end, it is these features that NERGAL keeps you close — at least, you hope that only for these.

Maybe in a previous life you would have accepted him as 'your type', but in the current one? Getting involved with any of... these ones has consequences much more serious than just a 'broken heart', and you can't say whether you will have a next life — and whether your next body will not be even worse.

(NERGAL had never been in the habit of asking when he wanted something, however.)

NERGAL knows 'what's wrong with you' and this is used more as an excuse to pull you even closer, as if the fact that the place next to him is the most profitable among many others is not enough — after all, the safest place when the typhoon is inside, and you tell yourself the same thing, even when the how carefully he treat you becomes disturbing and slightly unnerving. NERGAL does not hide the fact that he cares about you or that he is responsible for things that are more convenient for you — even if does not always say it out loud, you know for sure that because of him the servants treat you differently, with more caution, like fragile porcelain.

The King of Dark Fall is not at all the type who pays attention to the physical characteristics of others at all and does not know how to recognize them, — he does not need it, after all, — so you do not even try to flatter yourself with thoughts that 'this is how he highlights his special subordination', not when NERGAL politely asks if you like this 'more light clothing' or 'soft fabric'. And it is precisely how different your positions are that makes you overlook everything — do you want to go back? Do you want to fight every minute for your life again and sleep with one eye open? Didn't you have enough?

There is no need to shout "wolves" while they are just looming at the edge of the forest — otherwise, when they cling to your neck, no one will come running to the screams.

(of course, you are not deluded that anyone will be affected by your requests for help — social darwinism is soaked into the blood, which dictates that 'own skin is more important' than someone else's problems, and you can only go along with the current, trying to draw boundaries between yourself and him, even if he is the type who is used to pushing these very boundaries.)

NERGAL is not trying to overstep the boundaries — this is not in his spirit; even if he tends to force you to do things that you initially don't want, over time you get used to it — largely due to the fact that his leadership is closer to "look at me and do as I do" than to trying to explain something, and this soon begins to involuntarily relax you, since NERGAL is not too emotional, restrained and respectful, especially in relation to your personal space and desire / unwillingness to physically approach, not allowing you to fly away or think that you are ready to give up your current comfort to avoid creepy behavior, because NERGAL is not creepy.

Yes, even when he is responsible for the full degree of comfort with which you live, knows your preferences perfectly well, takes a more dominant position and you feel that you are becoming too dependent on better conditions that are directly controlled by him — he is not the type that clearly feels more creepy, especially compared to everything that you saw before you were accepted into the service of the King of Dark Fall.

His control appears gradually and prudently, but even so, you hardly notice — the society of this world is so far from yours that you have no idea when something is 'strange' or 'normal', and this only worsens everything around when NERGAL, encouraging your ambitions if there are any, at the same time, clearly restricts you as soon as signs appear that you can sail away from his control or custody. By the time you realize that everything looks too strange, — even if no one dares to point it out, — any attempts to swim out will first lead to a decrease in comfort, then— to a more than direct threat that you will experience serious consequences if you think that the smartest in the room.

NERGAL is not the one who hides his attitude — he has a goal and he goes to it; perhaps, while he is still Leon's assistant, you can somehow hide from him by running off to some tasks in the battlefields against monsters or locking yourself in a room, since he does not have such the authority to force you directly, but when does he become the head? Escape attempt is excluded — no matter where; if his credit of trust in you is exhausted, you will eventually be locked up, and you will have nowhere to go, because it is even less likely that you are stronger than NERGAL, and given that he now has power, no one can give you even an illusory protection from him. He is straightforward in this, even if at first moves gently and gradually, as if reveling in the fact that you have nowhere to run and no one to go to.

You won't be surprised if it turns out that he's just enjoying how defenseless you are now, even if you're not as weak as Leon is now; and perhaps, perhaps, he is too happy to devote more time to you than is worth in current position, changing schedule just to be with you.

He is sticky — even if at first NERGAL clearly refrains from touching or hugging, experimenting and trying different ways to get closer and touch you. Not only literally, but also metaphorically: he always knows where you are and what you are doing, especially if he has suspicions that you may be trying to get out of the castle or room — and often he regrets that he cannot deprive you of your strength, just as Leon lost his strength, in order to reduce his own anxiety about your movement and make you more dependent on him.

However, your "touchiness" is more fun entertainment for him than something that causes irritation — NERGAL is interested in your emotional and physical reactions, and seeing how you react to various stimulations and interactions is closer to the kind of foreplay that he can afford if he sees that you are not comfortable enough for more actions. He pushes the boundaries, but does not try to bend them — even with a more... ambiguous morality in society, he is not so desperate or needy to scare you away, at least outwardly.

He is more than busy, and although it may sometimes seem to you that you are in the palm of his hand, along with your actions and thoughts, NERGAL always lets you unobtrusively realize this — his right to claim everything he considers himself worthy, including the persons he considers his own, is not a 'painful place', that you could somehow manipulate or influence, and attempts to break out of this not-too-honey web will not be successful, no matter what you do.

NERGAL is more than transparent about what he expects from you — there are no emotional manipulations or attempts to muddle your brains, at least not for a long time; in the end, sooner or later, you will move on to a conversation in the style of "why should I stay here with you" and willingness to discuss this. Undoubtedly, you will be given the choice to 'leave' — only if he is sure that you will invariably return. The body that you have made your weapon for survival is more than sensitive to any change in comfort, and even whether this comfort is emotional and physical does not really matter — after all, NERGAL is emotionally stable and calm, despite his strange behavior, like most servants, but how will you are live normally in an environment where you will lose everything that have achieved for years?

He does not persuade when it comes to the decision to stay in the castle with him. It's not like him. You are either "yes" or "no" — and if you are "no", but one day you will invariably become "yes". Nergal has long arms — while you don't have a wide range of choices.

No one will want to mess with him. Even you.

[jinmukangwrites]

wounds that remember

Just a little something I thought of while replaying Survivor.

Ao3

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Cal was no stranger to lightsaber wounds, considering the amount of times he'd gone up against them. The thing with lightsaber wounds was that they burned. They sliced through skin and tissue like a hot knife through butter, only the flesh and tissue didn't simply melt, it boiled and blistered and immediately cauterized grotesquely in a way that not even Bacta would fully stop a permanent scar from forming.

Even the slightest nick, the barest slice, could send agony through every single nerve ending and consume all other thoughts.

Cal was no stranger to lightsaber wounds, but he'd gotten lucky that most of those wounds were just skims, breaths of a magma-hot blade past skin and through clothing. Even those brushes with the weapons could leave blistered burns for weeks to come with the near constant risk of infection and the added cherry on top of knowing what your own cooked skin and hair smelled like.

He was lucky, until he wasn't.

Cal still didn't know how to feel about the scar on his left side, near his ribs, just besides his navel. Sometimes, like the scars on his face or the countless ones along his arms and back, he forgot about it. Though, the months after waking up in the Mantis, half drowned and recently skewered, he thought about it a lot. Terror had been the first emotion he felt every time he looked down at the festering wound to change the bacta patches. Terror at being stabbed in the first place, but also terror at the monster who had stabbed him. Exasperation would come next, a desperate attempt to calm himself down with a little bit of humor, by silently grumbling that Darth Vader just had to stab Cal with Cal's saber, like he didn't deserve to be stabbed with his own. Morbid resignation would settle next, Vader hadn't only stabbed Cal with his lightsaber, but he had also simply used the Force to do so.

And then Cal would put on a new patch, pull down his shirt, throw on a poncho, and force himself to not think about it, even when the lingering pain never seemed to leave him.

It probably was the worst wound he'd ever suffered, but considering Cal's path in life, he wouldn't be surprised if the Force planned harsher wounds for the future. Two Inquisitors, a rogue Jedi, and a Sith Lord all in the span of a few standard weeks didn't bode well. Honestly he felt he should feel a little prideful that it took an actual Sith to finally stab him with one of the things rather than just graze him.

A few months later, the wound had fully healed into a puckered scar that could almost be mistaken for a blaster scar. He barely thought about it.

In fact, right now, scars and Sith Lords and escaping Nur by the skin of his teeth was the last thing on his mind. Not as he was currently just managing to jump out of the way of a charging bounty hunter.

Seriously, the Mantis had just stopped for a resupply on some backwater forest moon. The local city didn't even have a landing pad, that's how backwater it was. They had to land outside the city in the first clearing they found that was large enough to fit the Mantis. But Cere insisted they had fuel and food to sell. So while Cere and Greez went off to do magic with credits, Merrin, Cal, and Bd-1 took to exploring the surrounding forest, looking at the scenery, jumping out of the way of a suddenly charging bounty hunter. The usual.

How the bounty hunter had managed to track Cal down so quickly was beyond Cal. Those pucks were annoyingly accurate, and bounty hunters were annoyingly persistent. Cal whipped out his lightsaber and Merrin called upon her green fire as the bounty hunter came to a screeching stop, their jetpack whirring with the reek of burning fuel.

Merrin, however, flinched and spun around just in time to dodge the blaster fire of a second bounty hunter, both were recognizably members of the Haxion Brood. Cal silently groaned to himself. These guys didn't know when to quit.

Naturally, Merrin went into the forest after the one with the rifle while Cal took on the one with the jetpack. The bounty hunter called a taunt at Cal, lifting her blaster to try and shoot Cal. Cal responded by raising his saber just as the blaster bolt fired, reflecting it back at her.

And the dance continued.

Fighting these guys one on one was no longer a challenge, if Merrin wasn't here he'd be more worried, but she was, and that practically sealed the deal on their victory.

After blocking a series of blaster fire, the hunter landed on her own two feet to avoid overheating her jets. Seeing the opportunity, Cal charged forward. She ducked away from his swinging strike, her hand going to her belt and pulling out a small, circular device.

Cal cursed silently, jumping out of the way as she threw the detonator. From where he used to stand, a flash erupted, and a bang, a puff of sparks and smoke that had him losing visibility on his opponent for just a moment.

The whirl of jets firing met his ears, and before the smoke could clear the bounty hunter launched herself through the black vapor directly toward him.

Cal barely had enough time to gasp, let alone jump out of the way, before she slammed into him. The force of the blow squeezed the breath from his body. He grunted, arms instinctively going to her plates of armor as her momentum didn't hault. His boots rip from the ground, and his stomach rolled as they both lifted chaotically into the air. Blinking spots from his eyes, he swung his saber down. Her hand shot up, a snarl leaving her lips from beneath her helmet, and grabbed him around the wrist.

Then, pain blossomed through his back and his skull as they crashed into a tree. He screamed through his teeth, pressure squeezing the life out of him as her jets continued to fire, continuing to press her against him and him against the unmoving tree. He struggled against her hold, finding the second switch of his saber and erupting the second blade.

It cut through her immediately, striking down through her shoulder and out her hip. Her body shuddered as life left her, her corpse losing all control over the jets and sliding off of him.

Gravity took hold immediately. Cal barely had time to suck in a breath and turn off his blades before he began to fall. He flailed, trying to reach for anything to catch him, but nothing, not even a branch, revealed itself within hand's reach.

He landed in a heap on the forest floor, his breath getting knocked out of him a second time as he landed stomach down. BD-1 chirped worriedly as Cal took too many seconds to regain his bearings. Just the thought of moving felt daunting. He forced his elbows under him anyways, gritting his teeth and desperately trying to take stock of his condition. His spine protested, as did the back of his head, both a result from slamming into the tree. However, his ribs, knees, and hands stung from the ungraceful landing, his vision swimming.

And the second he moved his torso, he felt fire.

The pain was so shocking, so unexpected, that he cried out, a hand flying to his side to clutch at the sudden pain. His stomach clenched and spasmed, and he found himself curled into himself without even realizing it, squeezing his eyes and clenching his jaw.

Had she gotten a lucky hit on him? His fingers convulsed over the pain, finding no holes in the fabric of his poncho or shirt underneath. It took him a solid minute of hissing his breaths through his teeth to get his eyes open long enough to look at the agonizing damage.

And he found nothing.

Confusion swept through him. His side pulsed like he was burning from the inside out, but there was nothing visual to show for it.

BD-1 gave a string of binary, asking if he needed a STIM, but Cal couldn't find the words to say yes or no. He could only force himself up from his curled up position on the ground so he could slump against a tree. He needed to see what's wrong before deciding if a STIM would be helpful. Before he could even think of trying to untuck his shirt, the agony intensified for a moment, forcing his head back with a groan.

The whooshing sound of Magick announced Merrin's arrival. Her opponent clearly had been dealt with, and he almost slumped in relief.

"What's the matter," She asked, worry pinching her brow as she knelt down beside Cal. BD-1 answered with a few worried boops. She looked at where Cal clutched his hand over his side, then gently got to work.

"I don't know what it is," he gasped. The pain swirled within him, sharp and bright, with every movement.

"Breathe, Cal," she said, her hands poking at his side and batting his hands away.

It took monumental effort to keep his hands away, instead bringing them to his sides to clutch at the ground.

She eventually had his shirt lifted to see... nothing. No wound, no blood... nothing.

Merrin looked up at him, eyes worried. "Where is the pain?"

Cal looked down at his bare stomach, forcing his lungs to work as the fire burned within him. His eyes caught on that small, puckered scar, and he froze.

Suddenly, the pain was recognizable. It simmered, deeply and agonizing, and if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine himself back at the Fortress Inquisitorius... laying on his side as Darth Vader plunged his lightsaber through his side.

After the recognition came clarity.

And the pain began to settle.

"I-" he gasped, bringing his hand down to run his thumb over the smarting scar. The more he breathed, the more he thought about it, the more his adrenaline settled... the more the agony began to dull, leaving behind the very real aches and pains from the recent battle. "I think it was in my head," he finished with a whisper. Or maybe it wasn't, he didn't know.

"In your head...?" Merrin asked, tone deep and an eyebrow raised.

"Just... give me a moment."

Merrin gave him a visibly baffled look, but he ignored it in favor of closing his eyes and beginning a breathing exercise he had been taught ages ago as a youngling; being psychometric during a war did things to anxiety levels.

It took a few minutes, but soon every pain on his body became grounded in reality. There was no trace of the burning, pulsing agony in his side. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing but the scar, and the terror, exasperation, morbid recognition. He thought back to his time on Bracca, for a moment. He'd met many other scrappers there, some who had seen worse times than him. He remembered, in particular, an older gentleman who had scars all along his body from some horrific accident while scraping. He was constantly grumpy, practically barked at you if you accidentally bumped into him, and on the worst of the thundering days on Bracca, you could see his hands shake.

When Cal asked what was wrong with him, Prauf had explained that wounds remembered. Even though he was healed now, the pain sometimes liked to rudely remind of their existence from time to time, particularly during harsh storms.

Cal doubted that was fully the case for himself, but he couldn't think of any other reason why this wound would hurt so badly right out of nowhere. Perhaps it was getting plowed into the stomach and lifted into the air, maybe it was the drop, or maybe it was just the adrenaline.

He took a final, deep breath, pushing the strange experience out of his mind.

"I'm good," he said, finally.

Merrin looked unimpressed. "Am I going to get an explanation?"

He brought one hand to the back of his head, laughing weakly as he slowly hefted himself to his feet. "I don't think I have one. I think... the lightsaber wound was just acting up. Or my brain thought it was. I don't know." He gave a helpless shrug.

She frowned, but joined him standing while BD-1 climbed up his leg and settled on his shoulder.

"Will this... acting up happen again?"

Cal stretched his shoulders, wincing as it pulled on his smarting spine. "Kinda hoping that was a one time thing."

It wasn't.

It happened many times more over the years. Most of the time it would be after taking some trauma to his torso, but sometimes it would flare for no reason at all. He found, at one particular outing to a constantly thunderous planet, that the pain lingered with no fading until he got out of there.

He never got used to it, just got better at recognizing it and breathing, fighting, through it. His wound remembered, always reminding him that an evil like Darth Vader, like the Empire itself, was out there and that he wasn't invincible.

He wouldn't let it stop him, though. It didn't make him weak, even if sometimes it had him finding the nearest, safest place to curl up and sob into his arm. If it wanted to remind him constantly of his own fear and mortality, then he'd let it.

Because it also reminded him that he survived.

Someday, Cal will meet Darth Vader again, he will cross blades, and next time, the monster won't get another hit like that on Cal. The scar, and the pain, may remain, but the Empire wouldn't.

Not if Cal had anything to say about it.

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 33

Okay, now we've arrived at Gym Gamma.

"Who would go first?" Mirio senpai looked at us and Eijiro started yelling, but Izuku beat him to it.

He wasn't lying when he said he would work hard, eh?

"It's a good opportunity! Utilize the experience!" Aizawa yelled from where he was with Shouto by his side.

Izuku charged at him, and I stared surprised at how... his clothes were falling off his body. Mirio senpai struggled with his pants to put them back on and Izuku kicked... through his face.

Shortly after Sero, Aoyama and Ashido attacked him too.

So he's the senpai Bubble Girl talked about? Sir also told me about him but always called him Lemilion.

From one moment to the other he disappeared through the floor, and then Jiro's scream echoed in the gym.

I turned around quickly, looking at him and how he just beat up my classmates, first was Tokoyami then Sero, Mineta, Ashido, Asui, Aoyama, Shoji, Yaoyorozu, Kaminari and Jiro at last.

"Power!"

"Those are the long-ranged ones. Only the close combat are left." I remembered how he phased through everyone's attacks and Yaoyorozu's shield, so I had an idea.

"There has to be a trick. Even if he uses his phasing power to warp, or the warping power to phase, he attacks directly," Izuku's observation caught the attention of all of us, "While we don't fight back, there'll be moments where we could touch him," or stops his muscles... "If we don't know what he does, we have to guess with what we do know, and do anything possible to find out how." I saw Mirio senpai running and disappearing again, and I noticed Izuku turning around, lifting his leg to kick, but it simply phased through the blond's arm, and then Mirio senpai was 'poking his eyes'.

For a split second, my quirk activated as I looked down at his legs, and he flinched suddenly stopping, but that didn't stop him from punching Izuku.

I was able to dodge him, enhancing my legs to jump and I landed at the back, the rest of my classmates standing before me. I could silently watch as he beat them all, starting with Iida, followed by Kirishima, Koda, Ojiro, Sato, and lastly, Uraraka.

Now, it all comes down to me, huh? This won't be easy.

"(L/n)-kun, right? You ended up first during the Sports Festival and got transferred to the Hero Course," we made eye contact after everybody had fallen onto the ground holding their stomachs and were now crawling back with Aizawa.

"You seem to know about me, senpai." He smiled.

"What kind of senpai would I be if I didn't know my kouhai?" He laughed but went serious right after.

His pants were falling off of him again, but he was still standing so I just had to-

"Too slow!" He yelled as he phased through the floor.

I turned around frantically, trying to guess where he would come out from and once again I managed to dodge him.

Just barely this time.

"You're a fun one, (L/n)-kun." I took advantage of him standing as I backed away from him as far as possible, and I used my quirk to stop his legs again. He groaned, "Your quirk hurts quite a bit, did you know?" He ran at me, but I had no idea what to do to attack him.

I would phase through him anyway!

I enhanced my right leg and lifted it as fast as I could when he was close enough, but it went through his body.

I knew it.

His fist was ready to punch me, but I guarded my stomach with my arms just in time, but the force of the hit was hard enough to make me stumble back some steps.

I regained my balance and when I looked around, he was gone again.

"It was fun playing with you, (L/n)-kun!" He yelled behind me and as I turned around, his fist collided with my stomach. I fell to my knees holding my tummy in pain.

So now we were all on the floor holding our stomachs in pain. Nobody was lucky enough to get away from his iron fists. Although, Shouto did.

After some grunts of pain from everyone, we all got up as Aizawa told us that was it for today, and we stood in front of our senpais.

"I wanted to avoid exposing my chinchin, but I'm sorry, ladies. However, you understand now, don't you?" Mirio senpai said in his cheerful yet embarrassed tone.

"Were we supposed to understand anything by having you punch us in the stomach like that?" Izuku asked for all of us, and we nodded in agreement.

"Did you think my quirk was strong?" They agreed, and a few said something about him being a hybrid, like Shouto. "No, it's just one quirk."

"Just one?" Was heard now.

"I know what his quirk is. Hey, can I say it? Can I? It's Permeation." Hado senpai said with a smile.

"Now it's Mirio's turn, Hado-san." Amajiki senpai said now, making me chuckle but the pain in my stomach made me groan and stop.

"Yes, my quirk is Permeation. What you called warp is simply a use of it," Hado senpai was tugging on his jacket slightly, with a pout on her lips. "I'm sorry," Mirio senpai apologized to her.

"How do you warp?" I turned to Izuku and he was writing invisible notes on his hand. Eh...? I sweatdropped at that but I tried to contain my laughter.

"If I activate my quirk in my whole body, I can phase everything. Everything. Even the floor." Uraraka asked if what we had seen was him falling through the ground, "Yes, I fell underground. And then, if I free my quirk while I fall, something weird happens. It seems like things with mass can't overcome and they repel me. Meaning, they repel me up in an instant. That's how the warping works. When changing the angle or pose I can aim where it repels me."

"It sounds like a game with defects." Ashido said and Mirio senpai agreed with a 'You could say that!' while laughing.

"You can avoid attacks and move how you want in an instant. It really is a strong quirk." I was a bit sceptical at what Tsuyu said. Because... If he goes through everything when he uses his quirk...

"No. I made it strong. When I activate my quirk, my lungs don't receive oxygen, even if I breathe, it phases me. At the same time, the vibrations go through my eardrums and the light through my retinas." So I was right, "I can phase it all. Which means, I don't feel anything."

Mineta and somebody else said a thing about how they wouldn't be able to do anything in that situation. I don't know what I would do. I've gone blind before and that means I can't use my quirk, but it's different than Mirio's situation.

"That's why I was always last. In little time, I ended up being last and I lost my clothes. To reach the top with this quirk, I couldn't stay behind," he started to tap his forehead repeatedly, "Predictions! I had to think faster! Sometimes I had to trick! I had to predict what would happen! And experience makes the predictions possible! It took long, but that's why I wanted to fight. I wanted to show my experience and not explain it." I looked around, and I noticed how everyone was engrossed in what Mirio was saying, "In our internships we aren't guests. They treat us like sidekicks and pro-heroes. That's scary. Professionals can end up watching people die. But those ugly and painful things... they're all first-hand experiences that you won't have at school. I transformed the experience into power and took the top. That's why I think you should do it even if it scares you, rookies."

When he finished his speech everyone got excited, and so was I, which made a smile show up on my face.

"We have to go back. Greet," Aizawa said and we all bowed down, yelling a big 'Thank you'.

They turned around to leave, but I called them.

"Uh, senpai...?" They turned around, Hado senpai smiling at me, "Eh ah, are you... Lemillion?" Mirio senpai seemed surprised but he grinned.

"Then you must be Paralyze, it's a pleasure to meet you! And sorry for punching you all," he smiled sheepishly at everyone, before turning around and leaving.

Eijiro nudged me, "Do know you him, (M/n)?" Izuku immediately stood next to him. I chuckled.

"Not really, he's an intern under Sir Nightheye too." They nodded before Izuku looked at me shocked.

"You went to Sir Nightheye for your internship?!" With another chuckle, I nodded. His eyes had sparkling stars and for a moment I thought I was in a weird anime.

He began his nonstop mumbling about All Might's old sidekick, and I just looked at him with amusement.

"It's a thing he regularly does, don't worry," Eijiro explained to me with a smile.

"I've only seen him do that a few times, but I never paid attention to it," I laughed and Eijiro did too, which made Izuku stop and stare at us with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Sorry, it's a habit." I placed my hand on top of his head and ruffled his green curls, watching the blush on his face darkening as he closed his eyes tightly, his shoulders raising as his body tensed.

"I don't mind it, Izuku."

[fleet-admiral-hiba]

ROYAL

A/n: they thought they knew their foes. After Marineford they thought they were safe. Were they?

*Flashback*

The battle of the century. It shook the entire world. All the toughest pirates were there, even them. But was it all for show?

They were enemies, once.

Was it all a farce ,then?

Present day

Dressed sharply as usual, Crocodile made his way around the ship. He knew his little jewel heard him when he saw them running full speed towards him.

"Little one" he said. Fondness shone through his eyes, and he was mildly relieved to see you unharmed. "Hi Papa" you replied, extremely happy to see them here.

Zoro was slowly unsheathing his sword, but a gust of sand made him back step towards the door. " I advise you do not go forth with that. I don't have time to entertain you" he said coldly.

Robin was observing the scene, planning and trying to see if they could escape without a confrontation.

"Miss all Sunday, thank you for the call. You saved us a lot of trouble that way. I'm sure we can... negotiate a way that would suit both of ..." he didn't manage to finish the sentence when he was attacked.

Of course they wouldn't listen.

"I see your companions don't understand the concept of negotiations" he was getting irritated.

Luffy, meanwhile managed to free himself with the help of Brook and Usopp. And he too was getting ready to fight them.

"Crocodile, we can negot-" why did she even try? They just went ballistic towards the ex Warlord, without thinking. She tried to stop them all, but Nami interfered.

" Nami? What are you doing?" She shouted, frustrated. "We can't let them take the kid" she shouted.

Everyone was mad: it was suicide.

Fortunately, Franky was on her side. With Chopper too, and they could stop this nonsense before everything went south.

Crocodile was getting to the point of no return, his little one had just hidden themselves behind him, and he didn't like that one bit.

And if matters weren't worse before, now even Doflamingo joined.

"We can still save the ship, guys" said Franky, trying to put himself between them and the ex warlords.

"Fufufufu, my baby is getting scared. I hope you are ready to pay for it" promised Doflamingo, oddly calculated.

Shit went south. A fight broke on the Sunny, but they were outnumbered.

They didn't stand a chance with the two of them fighting together. Daz wasn't making the situation easier: he engaged in a fight with Zoro, not leaving him time to dodge nor counter attack.

Their haki was stronger combined, and only Luffy, Sanji and Zoro managed to stand still up.

The fight was dragging on and on. They were getting tired by the minute while the two of them looked so prim and proper.

It was a stroke of luck that saved them.

"Daddy! Papa! Please...I want to go home" said the kid from their hiding spot. Teary eyes looked upon the pair, pleading.

A glance was all they needed.

Doflamingo scooped them up, hiding them inside their coat in a crushing hug. He simply nodded to Crocodile, while he made his way to the ship. He had better things to do than look at some young brats.

"You should thank them. Otherwise..." he didn't need to finish.

With the Sunny worse for wear, and most of the crew recovering, Robin sat them all down.

She had never been so disappointed in her life.

"I told you what would have happened" she started. " And I told you that they would have retaliated. We were lucky that there was their kid aboard the ship, otherwise..." They knew.

"Let's never cross path with them again. Captain, I mean it this time. Otherwise there won't be no turning back", she stated. Seriousness written on her face.

She left to get some fresh air, but she knew very well that it wasn't going to last long. She could see it in their eyes.

Luffy wasn't going to give up. And he told them so. "Luffy, we should really consider to leave them alone. You saw how not scared they were. You saw their reaction. Robin was right all along" tried to reason Nami.

"We will save them" said Luffy. And the other agreed. Only Franky, Chopper, Nami and Usopp weren't all that convinced.

.

.

.

"Are you alright, master y/n? " asked the ship's doctor. You nodded. You were just very scared. You never saw your parents so angry to that point.

Letting you go, you ran to the main cabin. Daz stopped you before you entered, though, "It's not a good moment, master y/n, your father is visibly angry" he said. He was... frightened.

Silence fell, but he knew that you would go inside anyway.

Knocking, a gruff voice answered. He was ready to chew out Daz for disturbing him but seeing your face made him calm down.

You said nothing but you ran to him, hugging him tight. He reciprocated, but his anger didn't subside when he felt you shaking and crying.

He just stood there, not once letting you go. At one point, Doflamingo joined too. You were falling asleep, so he simply caressed your face.

He didn't need to say anything to his partner.

He already knew.

It was time for a little visit.

[zafirosreverie]

The M word (Ajak x F!Reader) part 2

(part 1) (part 3)

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fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was all you could think about as you ran as fast as your immortal legs would carry you. You didn't even bother to be careful with the relics that adorned the ship (priceless but dispensable), this was a life-or-death situation. You had to get to Ajak before Ikaris and avoid being hunted by Thena.

"Just wait for Makkari to come back!" you heard Kingo's voice behind you, probably having joined Thena in her hunt for you. "You can't escape this, Y/N!"

"Why can't you be a normal family?!" you yelled back, picking up your pace.

You knew the man was right, though. You were lucky to have discovered their plans while Makkari, Gilgamesh, Druig, and Sprite were away because any one of them could have easily stopped your escape.

Although, you had to admit that the whole situation was quite funny, at least you knew that you were accepted in this strange, large but beautiful family and that was something you were grateful for.

All the Eternals treated you with respect and affection, some as a child (Gilgamesh and Phastos), most as a sister, and Ajak...Ajak treated you as if you were the only important thing in the universe. It was a new feeling for you since you had spent too much time alone, but now you couldn't imagine a life without her, and you hoped you would be brave enough to tell her one day.

"Y/N!!"

But today would not be that day!

Thena yelled after you, snapping you out of your thoughts, and you managed to react just in time to dodge one of Kingo's energy balls. You smiled to yourself when you saw Ajak's door down the hall. Unless Makkari appeared out of nowhere, you were almost 100% safe.

"It's just a dress!"

"Over my dead body, Kingo!" you shouted back

"Don't tempt me, Y/N" Thena said and you could hear her smile grow on her beautiful face.

"Ajak!!!" you yelled "Come and control your sister, cousin, daughter, best friend, ex-girlfriend, or whatever the fuck Thena is to you!"

You could hear Kingo's laugh and the blonde's slightly amused grunt, but you didn't have time to think about it much when your girlfriend's door opened just in time to let you in, closing firmly behind you seconds later.

Because of the speed, you couldn't stop in time, so you ended up landing on the bed, rolling and crashing into the wall.

"Y/N! Are you okay?!"

You grunted and rubbed your nose as the woman knelt beside you, her hands ready to heal any scratch, however small, she might find on you.

"I'm fine" you said, letting her check your face "but this is getting out of hand"

"I know," she sighed, feeling a little better when your nose returned to its place "I thought they'd get over it after a while."

"It's been, what? Three months?"

"Five" she corrected you

"Five, and I think it's just given them more motivation" you said

Ajak sighed and leaned back against the bed, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt terribly guilty for dragging you into all this chaos. When the other Eternals started making jokes and teasing her about the M word, she believed that it would stay just an inside joke, something that, while it annoyed her a little, she could live with.

She hadn't expected Kingo and his (quite real, she might add) wedding plans to open a pandora's box in the family. You were surprised when you found out that the others wanted you to marry her, and it had been quite an uncomfortable conversation for her, trying to explain her feelings, and putting them into words, it wasn't her strong point.

But you had been kind, understanding, and joking, something light and not heavy enough to affect your relationship with her or the way you looked at her (something that terrified her), and for that, she was deeply grateful.

That's when things got intense. The others decided that they would not take no for an answer and that they had already been patient enough to wait for you to take that step yourself, so it was up to them to drag you down the aisle.

Ajak knew that none of them harbored bad feelings for you and that they really wanted to see you happy, she also knew that for the Eternals, this kind of thing lacked the weight that humans gave it, and that if it weren't for the long centuries that they had lived alongside humans, adopting customs they didn't fully understand, marriage would not even be considered at this point.

But the thing was, they didn't realize how awkward it could be for you. You were immortal, but not an Eternal, and you had lived among humans all your life, you understood their ways better than any of them could, and you knew what they were asking for. For you it wasn't just another title, it would really mean a change, and she was terrified to think that it could be for the worse.

"Are you ok?" you asked carefully when you noticed how quiet she was

"I just…I’m sorry" she whispered

"What?" you frowned "why?"

"It's my fault this is happening" she said, feeling the tears well up slowly in her eyes.

"Ajak, what are you talking about?"

"I'm the prime eternal, it's my duty to keep everyone in line, I should be able to order them to leave this matter alone...but I can't even make them respect me"

You gasped quietly and moved a little closer to her, putting an arm around her. It was not the first time that your girlfriend confessed to you that she felt powerless in front of the other Eternals, but you had never seen her cry about it.

"Ajak-"

"Arishem should have chosen Thena, not me" she continued "Thena is a warrior, she has the respect of everyone on the ship, she knows how to take care of herself, she is brave, her voice sounds all over the place and the others hear it, even Ikaris, no matter how much he denies it. She should be the leader, not me"

"But she's not" you said "Thena is all of that, yes, but that doesn't mean that you aren't the same or better than her to lead. Arishem chose you for a reason."

"Or by mistake"

It wasn't the first time the older woman had allowed her mind to disagree with Arishem either. Ever since she met you, or perhaps a little before, hints of doubt had begun to flourish in her, making her wonder if her duty was really worth the price the earth had to pay, if she really was strong enough to continue taking that decision, or if she should simply give up, renounce everything and expect punishment for her disobedience. Maybe she was a factory bug and it had just taken her millennia to start bugging.

But you weren't having any of that. You carefully eased yourself into a better position, spreading your legs so that she could fit between them, and gently pushing her until her back rested against your chest. Your hands encircled her waist and you intertwined your fingers with hers.

"You know? Gilgamesh is strong, but I've seen you lift 25 tons without breaking a sweat, Ikaris flies, but I've seen you do it too. Kingo's energy balls? I remember once you decorated the room with them. Phastos is brilliant, but he would have kept himself in his workshop if you weren't listening so intently. Druig and Sprite would have gone crazy if you didn't remind them that they have a family. Makkari is great, and we all try hard to keep up with her, but at the end of the day, it's you who understands her best, who listens to her even if not a sound comes out of her, and don't get me started on Sersi, we both know you're everything she aspires to be, she admires you more than anyone "

Ajak smiled a little to herself as she remembered the sparkle in the girl's eyes every time she stopped to talk to her or urged her to continue exploring her abilities. Of all the Eternals, Sersi felt like a daughter the most, even more than Sprite, and so she did her best to remind her that she saw her, that she was important.

"And Thena" you continued, feeling the woman tense a little "Thena is a warrior, she is beautiful and strong...but she is broken. Her mind is divided, she is not always herself and she can be dangerous, although we all know that she would never hurt us of her own free will. Gilgamesh helps her, but it's always you who brings her back, she needs you, just like the rest of us. Arishem wasn't wrong, he chose you because he knew only you could keep them all together. They're a team, but you're the one who makes them a family."

The woman closed her eyes again, letting more tears roll down her cheeks as a familiar warmth pooled in her stomach, just below where your hands met. She didn't understand how you always managed to make her feel better.

"I don't deserve you" she whispered

"No" you agreed "you deserve more"

It was the woman's turn to frown and she slowly opened her eyes, turning her head slightly so she could look at you. You weren't crying like she was, but there was a deep sadness in your eyes. You chuckled a little at her confusion and squeezed her a little more before resting your chin on her shoulder and concentrating on your hands. You knew that she knew that you were avoiding her gaze, but you couldn't face her while you were having this conversation.

"I know you don't like to talk about how we met in front of others but...it's just us here right?"

She just nodded, squeezing your hand gently for support and to keep you going, whatever you were going to say to her had to be important because you were shaking. You took a deep breath and remembered in great detail the day your life changed, even though it seemed so far away. 

“I was broken, lost, I had just hit rock bottom and I wanted to give up" you said "I was cold, hungry, thirsty, and I was about to commit a horrible crime that I would have regretted for all eternity"

The woman closed her eyes, also remembering that moment. She had found you in terrible condition, your clothes were tattered, you were dirty, you had blood and bruises everywhere, and your gaze was empty. You seemed like a ghost more than a living being, and she still had nightmares thinking about what could have happened to you if she didn't arrive on time, despite the fact that she hadn't really been looking for you, nor did she know who you were.

"You stopped me, and I'll always be in your debt for that" you whispered "And I…I thought you'd leave after that, that you'd just walk away from me like the ones who had stopped me before had."

But she wouldn't have been able to. She knew from the moment you looked at her and your eyes sparkled with life again, that she could never leave you. But she didn't say it out loud.

"But you didn't" you continued "you...you saw through my cracks, you looked at me, not at the broken doll, but at the soul beneath all that chaos. And you found something...something worth loving. And I...I've tried to honor that all this time, I've tried to prove that I'm worthy of you, that I'm not going to let you down...I guess that's why it hurt so much when you were so firm and clear in rejecting the idea of marriage

Ajak gasped audibly and pulled away from you carefully but firmly. Her mind, which had been trying to catch up with everything, to assimilate the tender but powerful confession you had made to her, suddenly went completely blank.

"You…you wanted to get married?" she whispered, not sure if she really said it or she just thought it.

You just shrugged, staring at the ground. The woman's warm hands went directly to your cheeks, gently cupping your face, guiding you to force you to look at her. You didn't know how to feel under the intensity of her gaze.

“But you…you acted as if you didn’t”

“I tried to be supportive of your choice” you confessed “besides, it hurt less if I pretended it was a game”

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

"For what?" you asked "anyway, now I know your position in this and my place in your life"

"Y/N, I don't-"

"It's okay" you smiled sadly "I promise I'll keep trying to be better...maybe one day I'll be worthy of you"

"You are already more than I deserve" she said "forgive me, forgive me for not realizing this, how you felt, forgive me for-"

"You don't have to apologize for anything, Ajak" you interrupted her "you had no way of knowing...besides, at least I hope that when you're ready to take that step...it can be with me"

"It will be" she promised "there is no one else I would want to take that step with"

You smiled and pressed your forehead against hers, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth and the familiar scent coming from the woman. You adored these intimate moments where your soul confirmed that you only belonged to her. Too bad it was in such gray circumstances, and with her tears still falling on you.

"Are you alright?" you asked

"Y-yes, I just..." she sighed "No, I'm not. I'm scared, Y/N"

"Of what?" You frowned at her, gently guiding her until she was straddling you, her hands never leaving your face.

"There's a reason why I rejected the idea" she said "And I promise you it has nothing to do with my love for you, or because I don't consider you worthy. It's me. I'm the one who isn't worthy of you"

"Ajak-"

"I'm afraid of not being enough" she interrupted "I'm afraid that your eyes will lose that sparkle, that one day your gaze will simply pass me by, that you won't look at me like I'm something you want in your life. I'm afraid that things change so much, that we can no longer recognize each other. I'm afraid of losing you because I would lose myself, and the universe would be a terrible and cold void."

"Ajak" you whispered, caressing her cheek "things would change, of course, but they could never change so much that I no longer think of you as the most beautiful star in the sky"

"How are you so sure?"

"Because you loved me when I was fading, and now I know, that not loving you as you deserve, would be failing the entire universe, and that is not a debt I want to accept."

Ajak looked at you for a moment, searching for some trace of doubt in you, but she was only received by the universe in your gaze that she already knew and had fallen in love with. She smiled at you and brought her hands closer to your face so that she could join her lips to yours.

She really hoped she could convey to you in that kiss everything she could never do with words. Eternals were used to changes happening around them, not in them, but now she knew she would do anything if you were by her side, no matter how scared she was.

"I love you" she whispered against your mouth

"I love you too" you smiled

Ajak looked at you for a moment, getting lost in your gaze for a few seconds while her hands played with your hair, before gently biting her lip. You knew she was thinking of something.

"What?" you asked softly

"Nothing"

"Ajak"

"It's just...we're not going to get rid of them" she said softly "so..."

"So?"

"...maybe not tomorrow but...would you consider the idea again?"

You couldn't help but smile before drawing her in for another kiss, a little shorter but more intense than the previous one. Your fingers moved up to her ribs, which earned you a couple of giggles and a gentle push as you pulled away from her.

"Are you sure you're ready to think about the M word?" you asked

"Yes, if it's with you"

[inoppositionflorien]

One of the weirdest things that people mythologize is Operation Condor. Like, the US did some fucked up things in South and Central America, this is undeniable. But Operation Condor was not a US plan. It was Augusto Pinochet's plan, and the US (and possibly France) said "yeah you know what, sure, we know what you're doing, but we'll let you. In fact, we'll let you keep using our networks in panama for whatever you want (even if that's murdering suspected dissidents), and we'll continue to help you train your troops (who we know you intend to use against your own citizens later)". But the plan was very much not a US plan, and everyone who was actually carrying out the things were doing so under local people's orders, it was just US policy to look the other way and whistle inconspicuously while continuing to provide aid.

Further, the Allende Coup in Chile wasn't US-conducted either, it was the far less interesting "we really don't like or trust Allende, so we've been sanctioning Chile about it and talking about how much Chile sucks now to Chileans, and we've thought about coordinating a coup, but then we found out the army was already planning one, so we're just not going to tell Allende that a coup's coming and we're not going to complain if one happens. They (the coup plotters) actually called us and said 'hey want to support our coup it would be super cool' and we said 'well we're not going to give you support, but we're not going to say definitely don't do it' so we'll just see how this plays out."

There are coups that very directly were done by the US. Iran, for instance, had an explicitly US and UK supported coup in 1953, Guatemala had PBSuccess in 1954 (That's the one that United Fruit set off, back when they still could overthrow governments because they had explicit support from their parent country) attempted and failed in Syria in 1956, tried in Indonesia from 1957-59 but got nowhere, and of course tried and failed in Cuba. They later became aware of a coup plot in Brazil and while they didn't actively cause the coup, they provided military support when the Brazilian army called for help after it faltered during the execution. The same happened in Bolivia in 1971. They actually concretely supported and encouraged a coup in Chad in 1982. There was of course the Iran-Contra affair in the 80s, and invaded Grenada after a pro-communist coup in 1983. It's not a short list by any means, but it notably doesn't include a lot of places the US has been accused of doing coups in.

That's about the limits of since declassified documents and publicly available information, but it seems the US actually chilled out a lot after the cold war. There were allegations of involvement in the Hatian '91 coup, but those don't seem to be true because the US helped re-install the president who got coup'd in the first place, which wouldn't be the actions of someone who wanted the government overthrown. (Of course it's possible George HW Bush did it on a whim, lost the election, and then Clinton hurriedly had to clean up that mess, but that seems unlikely)

Interestingly, nearly all of these operations that involved concrete support were conducted under Eisenhower, Nixon, Ford and Reagan. (Barring some of the Cuba ones under Kennedy, who was an obnoxious vaguely-authoritarian populist who was completely spineless whenever he was asked to make a decision that might hurt his domestic popularity, who managed to get lucky enough to be martyred before his terrible ideas could actually start staining his reputation. Then again, the alternative to him was Nixon, so maybe we dodged a bullet. Kennedy certainly didn't, which was probably for the best.) So this actually means there's been an apparently concrete foreign policy difference between Democrats and Republicans for longer than the Republicans have been courting fascists domestically.

But the point is, saying "Operation Condor was the US's fault alone" is a bizarre thing to say that attributes a lot of power to the US that it never really had, and still doesn't have today. It creates the illusion that US foreign policy is both reasonably consistent, even during cold war times, and the illusion that the Regime Change Through Coups policy is actually particularly effective, when the record shows it seems to fail pretty often. Further, while post-coup governments were pretty much uniformly worse and tended to kill a lot of people, and US collaboration with or tacit support of that is something that should be condemned, the fact is, attributing all coups solely to the US ignores how hard the prior governments tended to alienate their own armed forces and the population more generally by being variously ineffective and incompetent. It also mythologizes the CIA as a consistently effective organization that's both incredibly subtle and very powerful, when in practice it has a very hit-and-miss record with actually serving US interests, much less achieving its own objectives.

[thxrnking]

Did Pat know Brezziana way before Physical? and how was his reactions towards her corruption?

Pat and Brezziana have known each other a while. They don't seek each other out but when they see each other they delight in catching up. As for the other part, here is a fic to answer that for you (I had fun writing this I hope you like it)

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When Pat first heard about the Night Children he dismissed it. Someone like Brezziana could never fall to Night Swan's corruption.

Then the Swan Empire began to grow. News broke nearly everyday of new disappearances across all the Danceverses. Even when Cygnus was said to have shut its borders and patrols were stepping up in the more affluent parts of Dancity, Pat continued to live in denial.

The illusion came crashing down the day his district came under attack. Middle of the afternoon, purple gothic doorways opened everywhere and Swan Soldiers started pouring out of them. People ran screaming, but everyone they came across were captured and carried out those same doors.

Pat was in his box room apartment when he heard the screams and shouts. At first they came from the window, but then the building rocked as the front door of the apartment block was blasted through.

He ran into the corridor, panicked babbling of his neighbours echoing around the walls as dust shook from the ceiling. No one realised what was happening until they heard the lower floors screaming.

"Everybody out!" Pat shouted. He directed everyone to the fire exits at other end of the building. "Quickly! Quietly! Don't stop until you're in the next district!"

Pat dodged the panicked mass and ran towards the main staircase, banging against every closed door as he passed. If they were lucky they could get the whole floor out before the Soldiers reached them. If they were lucky.

As he got to the staircase, he covered his ears. The hollow echo chamber was filled with shrieks and screams, along with the sound of fighting and soldiers. It was impossible to tell where they were but at his best guess they were maybe two floors down.

Turning back he continued to shout for everyone to run, to leave and get to safety, banging on any more doors still closed. As the last other person headed out the fire exit, the wall to the entry way was blasted open. Pat barely kept on his feet, getting half-thrown against the wall, just managing to recover in time to see Swan Soldiers pour into the corridor.

He was barely a third of the way towards the fire exit. Maybe he could outrun them but chances were he wouldn't. Pat may be many things but fast and strong were not up there. The other option would be to delay them as much as he could and let the others get more of a head start.

So Pat held up his hands in surrender.

The Soldiers stood aside as from between them stepped a painfully familiar figure. Her usual bright blue and orange was intertwined with black vine-like feathers, and her purple hair was half pulled up into a messy singular bun.

Brezziana, a symbol of community, love, and encouragement, was leading the Soldiers. She was decimating his district and doing the duties of the Night Swan. Pat's heart nearly broke like the heart on her chest as he stepped back in shock.

"Oh Brezz."

Her lips curled into an omnious grin as she crossed her arms.

"Hello Pat. Mind if we come in?"

There was no denying it now. Here she was stood in front of him and Pat knew he couldn't let himself be captured, not like this, not by her. He had to get out of this. The fire exit wasn't an option, but with a glance to his side, Pat came up with a half-baked plan; his specialty.

"Go ahead." he shrugged, slowly shuffling back to be in line with the nearest door. "I was thinking of moving out anyway."

"Get him!" Brezziana barked at the Soldiers, but Pat just ran into the nearest apartment, and tore open the window. Without stopping to look, a luxury he couldn't really afford, he jumped out, landing harshly and breaking his leg.

Lucky for him, the Resistance were there to stop the attack, having barely learned about it before it began. They recovered him before the Swan Soldiers could find him. He spent his entire recovery at the Resistance HQ and joined after he was healed.

He's determined to help fix this, and save Brezziana, though he's worried that that the Swan Empire might go after his sister to find him, so no one but the Resistance knows he survived the attack.

[icouldntfinditsoiwroteit]

Hi I would love to see more of Yandere clone wars , maybe more about Barriss’s and (F/N)’s relationship if not maybe F/N relationship with other cast (if that’s ok of course hope your doing ok 💗)

So, I did some, hope their alright, if you want to know about some other character be sure to tell me

Also, had this in my drafts forgotten so I don't really know how well written this is, still hope you can enjoy

Barriss

So their relationship before the clones going yandere was pretty similar to Ashoka's, they were friends, although (F/N) wasn't in the ship where the whole zombie worms fiasco went down, which was very good since Nakild's would actually be an optimal host since they can resist almost freezing temperatures better than most.

But after the whole clones went yandere, (F/N) was able to escape coruscant not long after escaping the clones since a certain weequay who turned a blind eye to them stowing away in their ship.

It was when the ship arrived at Illum that (F/N) left the ship knowing that the ship wouldn't be safe for long, it was here where they both found each other, Barriss was trying to go underground after Anakin was captured.

(I'm telling you, the man didn't last much before falling for the trap)

They both teamed up in selling the ship Barriss had come in and managed to get another one but smaller, one which was overlooked in many planetary sensors.

After this they began to wander the galaxy, avoiding any place clones may be in and working some bounty jobs, they quickly got themselves some armor so that their identity wouldn't be discovered as easily.

But the small problem is that both the empire and clones are hunting down any and all force sensitives, so on top of having to dodge everyone after their heads, they also help smuggle force-sensitive kids away, in fact, they've almost been captured multiple times but if it wasn't for the clones considering their safety a bigger priority, they've let them escape instead of risking their capture by the empire.

Barriss and (F/N) are in a sort of relationship, both have been dancing around each other for years but both understand that each other's feelings are reciprocated, they just never seem to have actual time to talk about it, it's more of a silent agreement.

I will go deeper into this in future updates.

The lucky squad

So, during the war (F/N) wasn't really a commander since that was Cody's position and Obi Wan didn't think it would be a good idea to give them such a position so early on.

Instead, they were assigned a scouting squad, being in charge of them and dealing with reconnaissance missions mostly, but there have been time they were sent to the other side of the battlefield due to their small size.

But for this to work they had to trust each other with their lives, something that developed fairly quickly, their friendship quickly developed and when I tell you the reader cried when they chose their names.

Their names are in order of who got theirs first.

Carp

Carp is the eyes in the sky of the group, he also doubles as the sniper, he has two sets of scales painted on the back side of his armor, the bigger ones as that of a carp and they are closer to his legs while the smaller one representing the reader's are closer to the head and in the area where the heart is.

Red

The leader of the squad just after the reader, he is the glue of the group, and alongside Carp was the first to get close to the reader

Acorn

He chose this name because he actually likes eating those at almost any time and while his old squadmates had taken to calling him squirrel it had never truly fit him so he changed it

Rabbit

He actually has a rabbit's foot tattooed on his left arm, it was the first animal he killed when the squad was cut off from the rest of the GAR on a planet for a while

Clover

The last to choose his name, he is the most reserved of the group and was the last to open up to the reader, he only chose his name after they got rescued from the planet they had been stranded on.

The group was very tight during the whole war, but after a while they all developed feelings for each other, the reader was troubled by the power imbalance and worried these feelings would cloud their judgment, they had planned to get some counseling on what to do after the war, but was never able to due to the clones going yandere and them needing to escape.

Anakin

Even if the reader met him many times since Obi-Wan and Anakin are almost always stationed together, the reader never paid him much attention, and while Ashoka and the reader both would always bicker about who was the best master it never turned into anything but teasing.

But there was always something that almost repelled the reader a sort of putridness that made (F/N) never feel completely at ease with him.

Obi Wan

The reader's master, he was always there to guide (F/N) on the right direction, when the reader got to annoyed and blocked themselves he would come up with some sort of constructive criticism and help the reader figure things out.

He is more than a friend and is someone the reader trusts completely.

Ashoka

Both were crechemates and attached to the hip, you never saw one without the other unless they were up to something, when they were both assigned to a master both were ecstatic and promised each other that they would comm each other daily.

During the war they weren't able to talk daily of course but they would talk as much as possible when they were both together they once again became attached to the hip.

When Ashoka lost her flying squad it took a great hit on their relationship and it never fully healed, while the reader didn't blame Ashoka they were never comfortable leaving the lives of their squad in her hands, and even after the clones went yandere the reader still didn't trust Ashoka with other's lives.

Cody

The reader saw Cody as a second mentor, while he never intervened in any lesson he would add some comments and always offer to spar with the reader.

He was someone who the reader went to many times for company, when things became to much, they would both simply sit together, say nothing but always keep each other company.

[burning-fcols]

"Hold on-when was the last time you preened your fucking wings?" Adam lifted a brow at the King, who had seen the...questionable condition of them not too short a time ago. They were arguing, again about something or other, Adam doesn't think it's that important right now. When Luci transformed into his horrifying form, while Adam was focused on actually surviving the encounter this time, he couldn't help but notice the fangled and unkempt look of those red and white wings once everything calmed down. The former head excorcist may not have had his wings anymore, but he still remembered how to take care of them. - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱᴍᴀɴ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Lucifer hadn't been intending to ACTUALLY kill Adam... this time. Consciously reminding himself to hold back ever since he'd been an indirect cause of the First Man's demise. Especially since he would have been THE cause, had Charlie not snapped him out of his bloodthirsty exhilaration. Although he'd be lying if he said it wasn't satisfying– in the moment —to see the former exorcist dodging bouts of Hellfire that ❛ barely ❜ managed to miss the aggravating man. Just because he wasn't intending on making contact didn't mean he couldn't be convincing.

Later, the guilt may settle in at toying with the other as if a cat with an injured bird. But Lucifer can't shake away his smug grin at having made the fellow fallen angel ❛ dance ❜ for him... Until Adam completely takes the King off-guard.

Red eyes flicker back into pale yellow with a start, widening as lips slightly part with surprise. Demonic form dissipates in a blink, horns and tail ( and aforementioned wings ) tucking out of sight as if startled out of him. Standing in front of the other in stunned silence, one would be hard-pressed to believe the ❛ rampage ❜ Lucifer had been on earlier. Dynamic feeling as if there's been a sudden shift, the Sin of Pride would wonder if this abrupt helplessness could be karma for his earlier actions... if his mind was coherent enough to do more than let him utter an awkward,

❝ Uhhhhhhhhhh... ❞

Truthfully, it's been... an unforgivable amount of time since he's preened. Hiding them away much like he hid himself in shame, people normally don't get a good enough look at them— or are ignorant to how imperfections and neglect appear on wings —to question their grievously worrisome condition. Frankly, they're lucky to be used at ALL when not wrapped in the throes of anger. It wasn't always so, Lucifer trying to tend to them shortly after falling. But it's always been a formidable task for the small man, even when he WASN'T restricted by loathing. What should have been a comforting action making him feel sick and alone... Reluctant to closely look upon his plumage, formerly reminiscent of clear blue skies and purest of white.

Now tainted a blinding, bleeding red... Changed by his deed like the hands that tried to care for them, porcelain skin burned when he fell. Hands and limbs stained the color of soot, never to be clean again. Preening was as much a curse as his new home, Lucifer refraining from it in an ironic mix of cowardice and self-punishment. Not to say he fully ignored his feathers. During times when he was at his lowest, plucking at his plumage became... habit. Still is, not that Lucifer shall admit it.

❝ That's none of your business! ❞ Lucifer finally spats, retort not nearly as biting as he'd like. Sounding more like an indignant bark to try and stop the conversation before it can truly BEGIN. Response likely already giving an adequate ❛ answer ❜ to Adam's inquiry. Fists clenched at his sides, he stomps his foot and adds in a huff, ❝ They're MY wings and I'll decide how to care for them! ❞ Or rather, how to not care for them. 「 ☆ 」