#the medication just felt.. off. hes a sniper- he knows how to sit still and breathe calmy

[clownery-and-fuckery]

Okay, collected my thoughts and saw some memes, ready to present: season 3 episode 8. Spoilers below !!

Right, off the bat, I have to admit I wasn't really happy with this one. I knew there had to be at least one, but ough. This was not enough to chew on until next week.

I'm happy Phee's back!! I just wish she had done more. Happy to know she thought of Tech as (her) databank though!!!! That was kinda cute, like he reminded her of stuff :(( adorable.

But!!! I kinda assumed that with Fennec, Bane would show up too?? Bit disappointed because now it means we have ANOTHER bounty hunter episode- which is, like, fine. had this one gone better.

I miss echo.

The banter between Wrecker, Fennec and Hunter did make up for the lack of.... usual pizzazz, I have to admit. Fennec was ruthless 💀 she had myself and my mother appalled (especially when she closed the ramp while Hunter was Still Standing on it. Like. Girlboss but oh????) I did enjoy the broke joke 😭 the section was good, just.. a bit lacking??

Maybe I'm being picky with it. It didn't feel very story driven (considering it's the last season I thought they'd truck along with Wolffe's story and have more results quicker?)

The little moments with Crosshair and Omega are cute, I'm glad they're healing after Tantiss :( Crosshair scrunching up while he says he's fine really got to me, poor dude has Seen Shit. i hope he talks to someone about it :(

But, again, i felt it was lacking?? Like, it was great that they had that moment, but did it... really need a whole episode? Especially, again, during the Final Season?? I just think it's something we as an audience could enjoy brainstorming, and give the actual show the stage for plot point development, idk

Going through this ep and then thinking about the next few ones, I'm worried. We're halfway through the season and things have been a bit.. too calm. The double ep we got last week was pretty action packed(albeit during the second ep, first one was mostly build up)

which I'm scared is gonna end up being the case during "Identity Crisis" and I really hope that's not what happens!!!! I want them to be independent episodes, not one building up to the other. Again, I'm being picky with it. I'll enjoy it anyways.

But, seriously, this episode wasn't NEARLY enough for me to chew on until next week. I'm gonna be over it by tomorrow, when I run out of memes to look at (and I stop obsessing over the Minute Long Scene with Phee.) Which is a bit disappointing, but I'm holding out hope for next week!!!

Anyways thats my two cents, let me know what you thought !!!! :))

[theonemeathead]

Sniper x Reader, "Say My Name"

[NSFW!!] im soooo normal about sniper from tf2. ive actually had this fic sitting around for a while, just keep forgetting to post it!

tws for the use of the word 'sheila', implied fem reader. enjoy!

You had no idea how it had gotten to this point. One moment you were laughing, cutting up with everyone over a game of cards, next thing, you were in a full-blown heated argument with your lover. Hardly, did you and Sniper ever truly argue, and when you did, it was normally you fussing at him, and him, sitting there, calm and level-headed, listening. There were a few outlier moments (like all long-term relationships), where things got bad, but never like this.

Now, you were standing in his camper, both of you spatting at each other as it escalated from frustration to a full-on screaming match. And it didn't seem to get any better. Sniper had said something during the game and it set you off for the night; Something about how 'he can see the looks you give the others'. Now, you understood Sniper was possessive, but the way he snapped at you earlier had stuck with you. And the worst part? He didn't even say sorry. You knew it was irrational to be upset, but things had been piling up for days, and this was the breaking point; The final drop of water into a cracking dam of emotions.

"Don't give me that, sheila, I'm not in the mood," He turned his back to you, waving you off with his hand as he marched towards the fridge. It always bothered you when he seemed disinterested in your arguments.

"Oh, you're not in the mood? What about me? What about how I feel?!" You huffed, crossing your arms. You waited for him to respond, slightly trembling with anger as he seemed to dismiss you, inspecting the label of a beer he found instead. "You accuse me of being disloyal and then ignore me? That's unfair, and you know it—"

"It's not an accusation if I'm tellin' the truth, yeah? Crikey, I see the way the doc treats ya on the battlefield, sheila, I'm not bloody blind!" He slammed the glass bottle on the counter, whipping around to face you with such ferocity that, for the first time ever, you had actually feared him. You stood your ground, shrinking slightly as he stomped towards you, his voice getting louder and angrier as he did. "And I ignored it, brushed it off as simple banter, yeah? But when he started touchin' ya, feelin' up on what's mine?"

"He doesn't 'feel up on me', Sniper. He's doing a rushed medical examination, I would know if it was sexually charged." You bit back, a slight snarl forming on your lips. Sniper froze. You never called him by his title, only when you were really upset. You knew it got to him, would agitate him more.

"That's not my name, roo."

Woah. You immediately felt your face flush red. The way his tone darkened, the way he stood as still as a tree over you, it made your thighs squeeze together. You'd be lying if you denied it didn't get you hot under the collar, the predatory gaze in his eyes as he spoke. Even with a raised voice, there was a certain underlying gravel in his tone that followed. No sane person should be turned on by their boyfriend's anger, but you could tell Sniper was about 30 seconds away from pushing you up against the nearest surface and showing you who you belong to.

"You're Sniper when you're mean."

You swallowed thickly, noticing how he kept pursuing you. You backed up, stopping abruptly when you hit the farthest wall in his camper van. He slammed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down as he growled slightly in your ear. You pushed yourself, flush, against the wall. You pushed your legs together, your knees threatening to buckle just from the sheer ecstasy that was Sniper's voice whispering, dirty talking you, right in your ear.

"You wanna see mean, love? I'll show you mean."

You felt goosebumps pin up all over your body. Before you could retort, Sniper had latched himself onto your neck. He would start with a kiss, the sweetness of his lips a cruel cover-up for when he sunk his sharp canines into the same spot. He left multiple dark, visible marks, most starting at your jaw, trailing down into your nape and ending near your collarbone. He wanted to claim you, show everyone you were his.

You wanted to fight back; To be a general nuisance and continue arguing... but it was obvious it would be futile. He was going to put you in your place, regardless. He was Sniper, like you said, after all.

He didnt even bother to strip you completely. He hastily unbuttoned your pants, slipping them down with your panties in one swift motion. The clothing articles sat at your knees, effectively hindering your ability to run away, if you so desired. You were flipped over so your back was turned to him instead, now. Instinctively, you put your hands against the wall to brace yourself. With one hand on his cock, the other on your shoulder, he began, teasingly, rubbing the head of his length against your core. You whined, grinding back to get any sort of relief. You felt the rumbling of his low laugh, as if he was getting off on how desperate you were. Here you were, acting all high and mighty, now reduced to a brainless toy for him to play with.

"What's the matter, roo? Need somethin'?"

"Mundy, please—" He took a fistful of your hair, yanking on it to force you to arch. Your head leaned back, giving you an upside-down view of the sinister smirk on his face.

"Oh, I'm Mundy again? I don't think so, love. You asked for this." He punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust, bottoming out fully inside you in one movement. It caught you off guard, eliciting an involuntary moan. You felt your eyes water, your walls squeezing and constricting around Sniper's lengthy cock.

He started off agonizingly slow, pulling almost all the way out, just to push himself back in to the hilt. You could feel his tip brushing against your cervix, making you wet with even more need than before. Normally, he was an animal. When he was horny, he didn't hesitate to hold back on ravaging your body. But, this was Sniper, the trained assassin that could wait hours to get the perfect shot. He was a hunter, a man who didn't 'muck about' when it came to ensnaring his prey. This wasn't your typical, sweet boyfriend who went on camping trips and sang you poor covers of songs by The Who.

His pace quickened with desperation. Vulgar sounds of skin hitting skin echoed through the quietness of his vehicle, followed by a harmony of whimpers and mewls from you as he fucked into your body ruthlessly. He let go of your hair, instead, he dug his nails into the meat of your hips, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his wake. His grip was bruising, along with his thrusts now. You still held yourself up against the wall, albeit shakily.

"Mick, please! I'm so close—" He had slowed his pace, coming to a complete stop. Confused, all you could do was whine at the lack of stimulation. And that's when it hit you.

He wanted you to beg. He wanted you to degrade yourself, to fully give in like a wounded rabbit caught in the hinges of a beartrap.

"C'mon, sheila, you're a clever one. You know what I want." The praise from his gravelly voice, alone, was enough to get you to crumble.

"I— Please, Mick, I'm sorry for calling you 'Sniper', it won't happen again, just please—"

"You're just making this harder for yourself, love."

"Fine—Ok! Please, Mundy, I need it, I need it so bad. I want you to fuck me, and only you!" Your voice quivered with desperation. This seemed to appease him as he went back to where he left off. Every drag of his dick against your wet core felt heavenly. It wasn't long until that build-up happened again, that tight coil forming as his tip abused your g-spot.

"You're mine, roo. Got it?" He panted, groaning softly as he felt you tighten around him, as you got closer to your climax. "Say it, sheila."

"I'm yours! I'm yours, Mick!" As if on cue, you felt your orgasm crash over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, your body tensing around his cock deliciously harder. This seemed to push him over the edge, his hips snapping against your ass as he went as deep as he could, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pulled out, catching his breath as he watched his seed spill out of you, as it began to drip from in-between your legs. He grinned, proud of his work. With a light slap on your ass, you slumped against the wall, completely exhausted and limp.

Sniper sat on the ground beside you, pulling your sore body towards him. You rested your head on his shoulder, comforted by the faint scent of umber and the soft thumping of his heart. Tiredly, you looked up at him.

"So, I'm going to assume you don't think I'm gonna leave you for one of our teammates anymore?" You teased slightly, although there was a hint of sincerity in your question. You really didn't want anyone else, but him, and you'd be damned if he didn't know it.

"I'm sorry about that, roo. Just really love ya, 's all." He avoided your gaze, sheepishly looking at the ground instead.

"I love you too, Mundy. I promise, you're the only one I've got eyes for. I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not, or Sniper's gonna have to hunt'cha down and give you a real bloody drubbin'." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, effectively shutting him up. Yawning, you laid your head back down, snuggling into his side as you both laid against the wall.

Being a mercenary was, in fact, a good job.

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Fool's Errand Pt 7

Part (7) of Fool's Errand, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

Gonna call this the halfway point, maybe

Warnings: impatience toward a child (kinda? I mean, yuh know... Crosshair), guilt, medical procedure/ gore, fantasy profanity (that warning always makes me giggle), sexual innuendo ish, gonna also add romantic tension because it's not really sexual tension, self-depreciating thoughts, body horror

WC: 3,755

“That's my arm… leg… That's still my arm…” There was a faint growl in the sigh that followed as the child continued pestering the irritated sniper, and my lips ached from how tightly I had to bite them to hold back my grin.

Wrecker offered none of my self-restraint, expression softened beneath a deep warmth, though there was no hiding the underlying sorrow in his gaze.

“How's the leg?” I asked quietly, attention focused on checking Hunter's chest tube and vitals before moving to look over Tech as well. He gave an almost bored shrug.

“Hurts a bit, but not like before.” He didn't take his eyes off the pair across from him as he spoke.

“When we reach the Marauder, I’ll give you something to relax, then we'll see if Cross and I can get it back in.” I told him gently. He let out a quiet hum in response.

“Think she means your armor.” He called out, voice still strangely hushed. I glanced over my shoulder to see Crosshair shoot his brother an unamused glare, but, when the girl pointed to his forearm, he let out resigned huff.

“Vambrace." He said, word perfectly monotone, and the excited gasp that followed left him dropping his face heavily into his hand, instantly drawing a wide smile across my lips. Wrecker returned that smile only briefly before sinking back into a quiet shame.

“She'll warm up to you.” I promised, leaning over to bump my shoulder against his, but he merely replied with a halfhearted nod.

The girl still hadn’t said a word, soundlessly communicating with a nod or a frown, though her expressions were so vibrant, we needed little assistance in understanding her. Meanwhile, Hunter and Tech remained unconscious. Though both were stable, the longer Tech’s arm remained in that tourniquet, the greater the risk of it causing damage to the limb.

“N- Those aren’t toys.” Cross nearly snapped, only belatedly forcing his voice into a tense murmur. I looked back to see the girl still tugging at one of the reflector disks at his waist, undeterred. He let out a poorly stifled growl before snatching at one of the disks and tossing it to her, earning a beaming grin.

“Why don’t yuh sit down? We’re still a few minutes away, an’ yuh look beat.”  Wrecker asked softly. An excuse danced readily over my tongue, but, as I turned to face him, as I noted the gentle concern in his bright eyes, that excuse faded before ever being granted voice. And he was far from wrong. I felt the way my shoulders sagged despite some lingering attempt to fight back that oppressive exhaustion, the weariness of muscles long since pleading for respite, and I couldn’t help but let out a quiet sigh.

“Maybe you’re right.” I murmured quietly. “Just for a bit.” He offered a small grin as I settled into the seat beside him, gaze wandering over Crosshair once more with an air of amusement at his resigned glare while the girl practically sat in his lap as she leaned over to tap his bandoleer.

The medbay of the Marauder was never meant for this; it was meant to offer only a liminal reprieve while en route to a proper medical center, more akin to a transport than a place of actual healing, but this was war, and what was once the bare minimum quickly became fantastical ideals in the face of necessity. There was no surgical suite. There was no hope for sterility nor endless supply of equipment, but none of that changed the reality of what was before me; Tech would either bleed out or lose his arm if I couldn’t locate and fix the vessels that had been severed in the crash.

He lay unconscious atop my bed; the same bed in which he’d spent nearly a week suffering beneath the horrors of withdrawal from those wretched fungal spores; the same bed that had seen each of the brothers relax upon as I eased their aches with leisurely massages; the same bed Crosshair and I had slept together in nearly every night since the loss of my brother.

It felt like I’d barely slept a few minutes when Wrecker woke me. A quick glance at my chrono confirmed exactly that, but we’d reached the Marauder, and there simply wasn't time for anything more. I rubbed weary hands over my eyes, forcing back the nausea that so often followed in the wake of a far too short rest, and pretended not to notice how closely Crosshair was watching me.

With his help, we'd gotten Wrecker on board first, then Hunter. The movement had woken him, and we’d barely made it up the ramp before he shrugged us off. I’d nearly objected, nearly thrown the words “chest-tube" and “collapsed lung" at him through snarled lips, and demanded he let us help, but the handful of steps weren't worth the fight, and, at the moment, Tech was in far greater danger.

“What do you need?” Crosshair asked, shoulders drawn back, eyes hard as he studied the pale form of his brother between us. I’d almost taken a moment to find something for him to do, some way for him to help, but I didn’t have time to walk him through how to help, nor did I have the energy.

“I’ve got him.” I promised quietly, already guiding a pair of shears around Tech’s shoulder to cut away the sleeve. “You should talk to the girl – no, I mean actually talk to her.” It wasn’t scolding, but, from the disdain that twisted his face, it might as well have been. “She may know something,” I pressed, “and, right now, she seems to like you the most.” His shoulders sank, eyes narrowing into a weak glare, but he knew I was right.

“I'm not a damn babysitter.” I had to fight back a smirk at the indignation in his voice, stealing a quick breath to quiet myself before responding.

“So, interrogate her. Nicely.” His glare deepened, but I merely rolled my eyes.

“I don't do nice.” He hissed, drawing a sigh from me. Movements unrushed by impatience or annoyance, I set down the sheers and walked around the bed toward him, lips barely hinting at a warm smile.

“I think we both know that's not true.” I murmured softly. He started to object, scowl just beginning to twist his face, but the heat behind it faded as I reached for him, hand moving up to brush lightly over his chest before caressing his jaw, his cheek, fingers subtly pulling him down. “You can be very sweet.” That harshness abandoned him as he let himself be drawn toward me.

“Just because you get special treatment doesn't mean I've gone soft.” He tried to rebuke, lips even tensing with the beginnings of a frown, but, again, his retort fell into something far too gentle for the words he’d said, annoyance robbed by the sight of the grin toying with my lips.

“We’ll have to talk more about that ‘special treatment’ later,” I nearly teased, “but, right now, Echo needs to focus on monitoring troop movement, Hunter and Tech are both out, and she's…” I didn't want to say it, the words cloying up my throat, “she’s afraid of Wrecker… You're the only one she trusts enough to hopefully open up to.” With an almost growled sigh, he stood back to his full height, reluctantly pulling away from me as his jaw jut forward, narrowed gaze turning toward the door.

“Seems to trust you just find, too.” He pointed out. I released a slow breath, exhaustion unsatiated by those few minutes of rest stolen during the flight now making itself known once more through both weariness and the beginnings of an impatience I fought to stem.

“I can't take care of Tech and talk to her, Crosshair.” I tried not to let my voice fall into a grumble, but it was near enough to draw his attention back to me, shoulders sinking slightly at what he saw, and my jaw tensed as I caved beneath the urge to look away.

“Alright.” The way the innate rasp in his voice quieted into a careful whisper sent a flutter of warmth through my chest, the heat of it both comforting and crippling as it stripped me of the meager strength granted by an impatience I was simply too tired to fully hide, and what stillness followed as my eyes rose to find him studying me with a concern that nearly brought a flush to my cheeks was a far too gentle thing amidst the knowledge of what grizzly tasks still awaited me.

I replied only with a grateful nod, lips tensing with a smile I couldn't quite manage before turning back to Tech. Crosshair didn't move at first, and I wondered what thoughts held him for those handful of seconds. Was he searching for some final excuse that might convince me to withdraw my request and free him of his dreaded task? Or was he waiting for me to falter, unconvinced by the determination I forced back into my eyes as I returned to his brother’s side?

Regardless if his hesitation was from doubt or concern or reluctance, he waited only a moment before finally leaving, granting me an isolation that offered just as much strife as it did comfort, absolving me of the need to maintain some façade that I might pretend I wasn’t fighting how heavily my shoulders sagged the instant the door slid shut even as it emphasized just how alone I was in this. After doing what I could for Tech, I'd need to check Hunter again before moving on to Wrecker. There was no luxury of a break, no hope for reprieve lest I risk sacrificing the well-being and safety of my men. So, I allowed myself to waste no more time, gaze traveling over the deep gash marring Tech's upper arm.

We like to feign knowledge even where nothing can be guaranteed. The human body exists in a constant state of change, and even aspects held as fact cannot be relied upon in the face of independent cases. Anatomy is based on averages which, at best, grant perfunctory guidance and, at worst, acts only as a distraction. Even clones proved far more unique than the Kaminoans liked to believe. Genetics may offer a foundation, but who and what we become develop independent of, and occasionally in spite of, that primordial code, from the moral of our character to how our actions alter the physicality of muscle and bone through years of hardship and abuse. Anatomy claims knowledge of where veins and arteries nestle beneath skin and tissue, but immaculate diagrams and ancient names meant nothing amidst the gore of shredded flesh and thickening blood.

It felt like hours passed in the span of a single, endlessly held breath as I carefully sought out severed vessels, each one needing meticulous care to be knit back together around a shunt and flushed of all threat of clots. Repairing the muscle was easier, and I was relieved to find no severed tendons. Still, the moment I finally released the tourniquet, my heart raced faster with each passing second, eyes glued to the monitors for any signs of distress. Did I miss something? Had I taken too long? Symptoms of compartment syndrome, limb ischemia, embolisms, stroke, and endless other complications roared through my head. If anything happened, if he was hurt even worse because I wasn’t careful enough or quick enough, there was no one to blame but me… But his heartbeat remained steady… There was no sudden change in protein levels in his blood… Still, I couldn't let myself breathe… not yet… I set what equipment I had to monitor him for any change, but... he seemed okay.

I watched him for a long moment, as though my very presence might delay or prevent complications, locked in that fear that something would go wrong the instant I so much as blinked, before forcing myself to walk away. There was more that needed to be done.

Strides heavy, I trudged through the door, absently working a wet cloth between my hands. Logically, I knew the latex gloves worked as intended, that my skin was untainted from his blood just as his wound was safe from whatever bacteria thrived on my fingertips, but I could still feel it: thick and viscous and everywhere, the scent of which clung to me just as relentlessly as the nauseating texture.

“Doc?”

My eyes darted up to find Wrecker watching me carefully, concern heavy atop his brow as his jaw hung open with an unspoken question, body frozen where he stood in the kitchenette, hand still outstretched toward a cabinet.

“Wrecker, what are you doing up?” I asked quickly, already trotting forward.

“Uh, just… figured I’d get the kid somethin’ to eat.” He answered absently, thoughts clearly elsewhere.  “Tech…” He started, and I realized why he seemed so distracted, chest bucking with a sharp inhale to answer him quickly.

“Recovering.” He let out a small sigh at my quiet reassurance. “There was a lot of damage, but it looks like I was able to repair it in time to keep the tourniquet from causing even more problems.” He was just about to reply, lips pulled into a relieved grin, but I interrupted him, words just shy of biting. “Speaking of ‘causing even more damage'…” There was a brief moment in which he seemed honestly confused. It took a mere flick of my eyes toward his knee, however, for a light blush and nervous smile to wash over him.

“Ah, well… with you being so busy, and we can all tell yuh need a break, Cross an’ Echo helped to just…” He motioned innocently toward the leg as he lifted it, bending the limb a few times as if to prove it was fine, but his hope for forgiveness crumbled amidst the darkness I could feel stealing over my expression. I knew they hadn't used muscle relaxers – I didn't keep any in my pack and no one had tried to sneak into the medbay while I tended Tech.

“Sit.” I ordered firmly, pointing to the small table. He hesitated, but held back whatever excuse or objection bated across his tongue as he sulked to the nearest chair. Without another word, I marched back into the hall, boots clicking loudly against the metal walkway as though to emphasize my annoyance.

The bunks were empty, as was the cabin when I entered it. Upon leaning down to grab my pack, however, footsteps sounded from the fore of the ship. I paused as Crosshair approached, not trying to hide the lingering annoyance from my gaze. He hesitated, confusion drawing his brows together.

“What?” The defensive snarl in his voice only furthered my irritation.

“I'll deal with you and Echo later.” I stated firmly. His expression pinched with indignation, but I didn't grant him time to form a retort before starting back toward mess, unable to deny the slight taste of pleasure at the note of apprehension that stilled any urge he may have had to follow with a sharp-tongued quip.

Wrecker hadn’t moved from the chair, hands thoughtlessly picking at his glove as he waited for me to return. His eyes snapped toward me as soon as the door opened. Whatever annoyance or anger I’d had abandoned me at the almost pitiful look on his face, tension fleeing me with a slow sigh.

“Didn’t mean to make yuh mad…” he muttered, teeth working over the inside of his cheek, and I had to fight the guilt that twisted through my chest.

“I’m not mad.” I whispered, walking quietly toward him. “I just… thought we were past this…” His head tilted slightly, looking at me with an uncertainty that further stoked my guilt. “This… dealing with things without me… Not letting me help you.” His eyes widened in understanding, back straightening as he drew a quick breath to respond, but I didn’t give him the chance.

“I know you’re strong.” He quickly stilled beneath the gentleness of my voice, the faintest hint of a blush just coloring his neck. “You’ve had to be – you and your brothers… You couldn’t rely on anyone else, so you had to figure out a way to survive alone – to make do…” As I spoke, I gently unwrapped the brace from his knee and held the scanner steadily over the still swollen joint, gaze studying the small screen. “And I know that you’ve taken on a lot more of that burden than anyone gives you credit for.” His shoulders sank slightly, gaze falling to the ground though he offered no objection.

“You calm them down when things get too heated… get them to laugh when everyone’s too angry or sad or tired to realize that that’s exactly what they need… what we need.” I corrected, acknowledging how often he’d done just that for me, as well. He remained silent, but I could feel his attention shift back to me as I began carefully working my hands over the wealth of muscle that tapered at the end of his thigh, touch flowing around areas the scan revealed to be damaged that I might ease some of the swelling before redressing it.

“I know it hurt.” I continued softly, a deep sympathy quieting my voice even further. “Reducing a dislocation… It feels a lot better afterwards, but…” Again, his lack of even a dismissive grunt only confirmed my statement. “And you… all that muscle…” I let my fingers spread over the dense cords stretching down his thigh, “It doesn’t matter how hard you try, with an injury like that, you can’t relax them. It’s an autonomic response, that’s why we use medication to help make them relax.” I glanced up at him to let him see the concern in my eyes as my hands returned to that careful, rhythmic ebb and flow along the abused tissue.

“I know you’re strong… probably barely even grunted when they did it… but forcing it like that, it can tear ligaments and tendons, and rip all that muscle that’s locked up trying to guard the joint… then it takes even longer to heal, and, even then, it usually doesn’t heal as well as it could have.” His jaw shifted absently to the side, teeth grinding in a mixture of guilt and resignation, rekindling my own guilt.

“I’m sorry.” I barely whispered it, hands coming to a stop atop the broad curve of his calf. A fresh confusion pulled at his handsome face, mismatched eyes studying me with a focus that was somehow just as quieting as it was penetrating.

To anyone else, seeing him like that, expression pinched with powerful brows drawn together and that broad jaw tensed enough to emphasize the cords of muscle lining his cheeks, he may have looked frightening. I knew others would have found him frightening… but I also knew what drove the intensity of his gaze; the desperate need to truly understand those around him; to read them before he might do or say something that would offend or scare absent need or intent. That’s why he was so gentle; so adept at buffering the fiery tempers of his brothers or, if the mood struck him, stoking the tempers of any unfortunate enough to garner his ire. Now, however, he stared at me like that neither to soothe nor harass. He studied me because those words didn’t make sense amidst the blame he believed himself responsible for, and he needed to understand before he could make it right. But I didn’t want him to feel that way. I only wanted him to be okay.

“I should have been faster.” I didn’t stop at the flash of realization that came over him, nor from the almost pained remorse that followed. “Leaving you with a dislocated knee for… hours – kriff… I really can’t blame you for wanting them to fix it any way they could.”

“Doc-” He called, shoulders sinking, but again fell silent as I looked up at him with a weary, apologetic smile.

“But next time,” I pressed, sowing something of a command back into my voice, “at least check with me first… Alright?” He was quiet for a moment longer before nodding, but the words that followed made my stomach sink.

“I mean… not like popping a knee back in is more important than saving Tech’s arm, so…” He said it was such offhanded disregard, body shifting in a dismissive shrug. When he looked at me, however, he froze, and I could only guess at the deep heartbreak surely painted across my face.

“You’re important.” I breathed the words into the too-great distance between us, pressing each one into existence with a desperate plea, begging him to believe me. “You’re important, Wrecker.” I said again, reaching up to cradle one of his hands between mine. It always surprised me; the sheer size of him. It was somehow so easy to forget amidst his vibrant, caring personality until moments like this when I could see how he dwarfed me, palm too wide for my fingers to fully wrap around.

That size also made it easy to imagine him as this invincible, impenetrable force, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’d seen how deeply the girl’s fear had wounded him, how beaten he looked from the mere threat of my anger, and I hated myself for having caused him such hurt, for ever allowing him to think of himself as lesser than his brothers. Chest jerking with a sharp inhale, I pulled his hand toward me, lips pressing gently against his knuckles, and I mourned the cause of every scar marring that stunning, calloused skin.

“I never want you to think you’re not… not to me.” His hand shifted ever so slightly between mine, twisting as though he meant to reach for me, fingertip only just brushing against my chin before he pulled away, throat shifting stiffly as he swallowed whatever thoughts he’d robbed of any hope of being born. With a final, jerked nod, he leaned back, and the room felt that much colder without the heat of his touch, but I merely drew a deep, steadying breath and let my attention return to his knee, already reaching for a tube of bacta.

“All right. You going to drop your pants, or do I need to cut them off of you?”

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Hi! I absolutely love the falling asleep on the mercs' shoulder headcanons!

May I request headcanons for the support mercs, where the reader wakes them up in tears from a terrible day that caused terrible dreams, and asks to stay with them for the night?

TF2 support mercs with reader who experiences nightmares

gn reader | thank you sm anon!! i really enjoyed writing this one!

includes: medic, sniper, spy

drabbles under the cut :P

Medic: - he was difficult to wake up, initially swatting your hand away and mumbling something in german - medic already doesn't get enough sleep, being an insomniac, and it was one of those rare nights he had managed to pry himself away from his desk before passing out - once he heard your quiet sobs though, he sat up, rubbed the sleep away from his eyes, and immediately began questioning you - "vhat's wrong y/n? are you alright? are you hurt?" - you looked so tired, face red, hair a mess, shirt sticking to your skin with sweat - "i've had such a shitty day, i-im just so upset and tired, then i have this sh-shitty dream." he hums empathetically as you sobbed out an explanation - "vould you...like to sleep here tonight?" you look up at him, eyes still wet with tears and face puffy, nodding, you crawled into bed next to him - it felt awkward at first, having the man wrap his muscular arms around you, but eventually you melt into his warm embrace, softly drifting off - he didn't know why you came to him with these troubles, but the way your chest moved as you breathed, the pieces of your hair framing your face, the smell of your skin and hair, it was worth his loss of sleep - he was absolutely enamored with you

Sniper: - the trek to the van from the dormitories inside base was terrifying, adding onto your already heightened senses from the nightmare you had just experienced - this wasn't the first time you had gone to him for a coffee after hours, just as the other times, the outside light of his camper was on - you knocked on the screen door, the sound rattling into the silence of the night, you grew even more paranoid - "who's there?" he growled, it made you wonder if he had encounters with no so friendly faces out here before - "um, it's just me, y/n..." you sniffled, patting your hair down in an attempt to make yourself look more presentable - he opened the doors swiftly, allowing you to step inside - when he noticed you had been crying, he motioned for you to sit in his bed, and walking over to start the kettle - you talked about your nightmare, how shitty your day had been, you laughed at jokes, gossiped, and drowsiness overtook you - "d'ya wanna sleep here tonight? it's gettin' pretty late." he seemed embarrassed at his own question, waving a vague gesture at the bed - you smiled, accepting his request, and getting comfortable next to the australian - he couldn't help but stare at you, taking in your features, the way you rolled around in your sleep, how your body seemed to twitch with every subtle movement made his heart race and his skin hot - sniper wasn't going to sleep that night, he didn't need it

Spy: - sometimes you wondered if the man ever slept at all, you would often walk past his study and see him up, reading or lounging around - so when you awoke from a particularly dreadful nightmare, you knew who to look for - he had been up for hours, sleep beginning to take hold until he heard the shaky knock on the wooden doorframe - and he looked up, book in hand, to see you - spy beckoned for you to enter, a tired smile graced his sharp features, he looked so different without the mask - "um, i was just wondering if i could stay in here tonight, i've h-had a pretty bad dream and-" he cut you off by holding a finger up - "of course mon amour, come." he pet the space next to him on the lounge, you obliged and sat, peering over at the novel he was reading - "would you like for me to read it to you?" you nodded, barely making out the words in your tearful, drowsy state - the words of the novel swam in your head, each pass of the tide pushing you into slumber - he stopped reading after he was sure you had fallen asleep, placing the book on his stained mahogany coffee table, retrieving a blanket from his room to place over the two of you - spy spooned you from behind, gently holding you in place on the couch, you were so peaceful, so beautiful - he would ask about your nightmare in the morning, but for now, he wanted you to sleep

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Heated ~ pt.12

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Angst! The rise of the empire and that hoe Tarkin. ImperialCrosshair and mind control. Some medical jargon and more angst.

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“What the fuck just happened?” 

You felt Tech's hand on your shoulder making you jump at the touch. As the adrenaline wore off, you felt the shakes start to roll in. Slowly rising, you hugged yourself, relieved that none of Crosshair's bullets had punched a hole in you.

"What's wrong with you?" Wrecker shoved Crosshair into the snow, the sniper went flying with a huff.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Tech asked, looking you over. "Why would you do that?" His eyes betrayed a mix of worry, anger, and fear.

"I-I don't know... something just made me do it," you whined, tears sliding down your cheeks.

The other clones stormed through the woods, guns drawn. Tech pushed you protectively behind him as Hunter engaged with the other soldiers. They were all acting strangely. When the captain explained Order 66 to Hunter and how the Jedi had turned on the Republic, you couldn't believe your ears.

You started feeling unable to breathe. They were all dead? The Jedi? How could this be?

"Y/N?" Tech turned to look at you. Clutching your chest, you looked up at him with pleading, tear-filled eyes as your heart raced loudly clouding your hearing. Your vision started to fade, and you collapsed into the snow, everything going dark as panic and stress consumed you into unconsciousness.

"Y/N!" Wrecker's booming voice faded into nothingness.

~~~

When you woke up, you were on the Marauder. Your eyes felt impossibly heavy, and your body tingled all over as the numbness faded.

"Y/N?" Tech's gentle hands stroked your cheek affectionately, and you leaned into his touch.

"Mmm." You felt your voice trying to come back to you. "What happened?"

Tech pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You had a panic attack, mesh'la."

"Scared the karking shit out of us," Wrecker's voice came from the foot of your bed. You realized you were in their bunks. Everyone was there except Crosshair.

"Where's Cross?" You asked, trying to sit up slowly. Tech helped you up.

"He's up front," Hunter said, giving you a small smile.

"What happened?" You asked again, not quite remembering the situation.

"The war is over," Echo informed you.

"It's over?" You scrunched your brows together. "H-how?"

"General Kenobi killed General Grievous on Utapau. The separatists fell, and then…" Echo looked at the others before returning his gaze to you. "The Jedi turned on the Republic. They tried to assassinate the Chancellor."

The look on your face made everyone nervous you were going to have another fainting spell.

"They turned on the Republic?" You were in disbelief. "Why would they ever do that?"

They just shrugged, unsure as well. You tried to replay your last few memories with the pup and his master who had been gunned down trying to save the kid.

"The pup…" You whispered. "Did he survive?"

"I don't know, Mesh'la," Hunter rubbed your ankle.

"A-and… Crosshair… Crosshair tried to shoot me!" You suddenly filled with rage.

"Easy ad'ika," Hunter tried to soothe you, but you just threw the blanket off and shoved him out of the way, disregarding how dizzy you still might be. You stumbled into the main cabin and then into the cockpit, where Crosshair sat at attention holding firepuncher.

He just looked at you blankly as you approached him, a little wobbly still. He didn't have time to react when you reared your hand back and backhanded him so hard across the cheek that a little spit flew out of his mouth along with his pick.

"You tried to kill me!" You growled, showing your fangs. "Fuck you, Crosshair!"

"You were in direct violation of Order 66," he snarled, standing up, making the others rush to separate the two of you.

"He was just a pup!" You screamed, feeling the tears start to pour again. You never thought in a million years Crosshair would ever have turned his weapon onto you. "He didn't do anything!"

"He's a Jedi," Crosshair snarled as Wrecker pushed him back down into a seated position on the jump seats.

"So you were going to do what exactly? Shoot me and hope the bullet hit him too?!" You were hysterical. The betrayal was beginning to ache in your heart. "Have you lost your karking mind, Crosshair?"

"Good soldiers follow orders," he growled.

"You've never followed orders!" You screamed. This was madness. "I'm your unit! You don't turn on us! You don't turn on me! We're pack! You said so yourself!"

"Please, mesh'la, please try to calm down. I don't want you collapsing again," Tech pleaded with you, trying to do everything he could to soothe you.

"Why? Why is he doing this?" You cried, throwing yourself into Tech's chest. The pilot just held you as you lost the strength to stand. He carried you back to the bunk to let you sob. Not even twenty-four hours ago, you were all snuggled into your living room watching trashy TV like the perfect domestic family. You would have given anything in this moment to go back to that time.

Tech checked your heart rate again and shook his head, not liking the numbers.

"Mesh'la, we have a long journey ahead. Can I please give you a sedative so you can rest?" He was clearly worried.

"Please," you nodded, wiping your tears away. "Put me out, I-I… it hurts." You sobbed even more. To have your alpha turn on you like this was an omega's worst nightmare. The man supposed to protect you, just tried to kill you with a pup in your arms. It was one of the most horrific acts an Alpha could do.

Tech reached into your bag, grabbing the sedative. You adjusted the dose before handing it back to him. He pressed the machine to your neck, letting the medicine enter your system. You sighed, feeling the calm rush over you before you drifted off into peaceful sleep.

You just wanted to go back to your apartment with your alphas, and that's what your peaceful sleep brought you. The dreams you had were of nothing but bliss.

~~~

You had awoken moments before touching down on Kamino. You had asked Hunter to come talk with you in private as you were concerned about how you were all going to be able to proceed.

"Mesh'la, I'm-" He stepped forward, cupping your cheeks in his palms. "I'm so sorry."

"Hunter…" You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to say the words you weren't wanting to have to say. "I need you to grant me medical leave." You sighed.

He looked down at you and nodded, knowing that this was coming. "Is that what you want?"

You nodded. "I-I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with all of this. I just want to go home… just for a little bit."

"I'll grant it, but on one condition." He leaned down to look you in the eyes, wanting to punch Crosshair for the tears welling in your eyes again.

"What is it?" You whispered.

"That you don't give up. That you come back when you've had some time to process everything."

You chewed your lip and looked into his amber eyes full of emotion.

"I promise." You whispered. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You didn't really have it in you to speak anymore, so when they all disembarked the ship, you just gathered your things to report to the medical checkpoint.

Everything seemed slightly different as you looked around. The regs were marching in perfect lines, and the medical staff seemed to be packing up their things. You looked around for Kix, but there was no sign of him. You sighed and went into the restrooms that the medical personnel were given during the times their units were on base.

Rarely had you stayed here, usually opting for a hammock next to Echo in the 99’s barracks, but you didn't really want to be around Crosshair right now. You hadn't really felt heartbreak before, but based on all the angsty songs and books you’ve read, you deduced this had to be it.

It felt horrible.

"Are you alright?" A nurse asked you as she watched you from her workstation.

You just nodded and gave her a side smile. She looked you over one more time before going back to her work. 

You were, in fact, not alright.

Nothing about this felt alright. You couldn't help but think about Anakin. Where the hell was he? Was he alright? Had he been killed? He was friends with the Chancellor; there’s no way he would have turned on him too? And Kenobi? Was he alright? Your thoughts were starting to make you sick…

You laid in the uncomfortable bunk, staring up at the ceiling until you got a buzz on your com signaling it was time for dinner. The time just seemed to have melted away as you swam in the depths of your thoughts. You had fought back tears on multiple occasions, trying to come to terms with this whole ordeal.

When you finally swung your feet over the side of the bunk and groggily laced up your shoes, you felt the hunger pangs and knew you needed to eat something.

Once again, the walk to the mess hall was unsettling. The once curious regs now acted like rigid droids. When you went over to the medic’s side of the room to grab a tray and start dishing up your dinner, you noticed your unit seated at their usual table in the far corner. They kept their heads down, eating their food, but once again, the only one you didn't see was Crosshair.

You grabbed your nutrient drink and were about to make your way over to an empty table when you were intercepted by a reg in all-white armor. "Nala Se requires your presence once you finish your meal."

You nodded. "Thanks, trooper."

Kark.

You were feeling the anxiety again as you forced the food down. This entire situation was getting weirder by the minute. You tried your best to ignore the sense that something bad was coming.

Once you cleared your tray, you placed it into the hands of a service droid and grabbed your things to make your way towards the medical wing. You grabbed your access card and swiped it, allowing you to enter the research labs. You followed a series of hallways before entering Nala Se's office. The tall grayish alien stood facing one of her DNA extraction machines.

"You requested me, ma'am?" You asked, standing at attention, realizing you were unsure if you were even considered a medic anymore. The GAR no longer seemed to exist?

She spoke, pulling you out of your thoughts. "I require more samples for testing. The information your unit brought me has been most helpful in developing a quick cure."

"That’s good, ma'am," you nodded. "But I must ask, as the GAR no longer exists, am I still considered a soldier’s medic?"

"I am not entirely versed in the Imperial ways yet, but as they have seized operations here on Kamino, us, and the clones all fall under Imperial ownership. I would assume that means you too?"

"How can I confirm this information?" You asked, not liking her choice of words. You volunteered to join the GAR; you didn’t give over your autonomy to the Imperial Regime.

"I would check with General Tarkin's office; he's been sent here to evaluate the effectiveness of the clones." She replied, sending the sample droid over your way. You took a seat and rolled up your sleeve, allowing the droid to take the samples she required.

When the droid had finished, you took a bandage to cover the small prick wound.

"Do you know where my commanding officer is currently?" You asked, refastening your sleeve and standing up. The droid handed you a glucose tablet to keep you from getting woozy.

She pulled out her datapad, checking. "CT-9901 seems to be in the training facility for evaluations."

"Thank you. Is that all?" You stood by the door.

"For now. Yes." She turned back to her work, dismissing you.

You left, trying to figure out where General Tarkin's office could possibly be. You asked a guard posted in the hallway, and he directed you in the general location. You continued onwards until you reached the office you think belongs to the imperial officer.

You stepped inside to find other Imperials walking around various holodesk and carrying updated datapads. Approaching the main desk, you said, "Excuse me?"

The man behind the desk looked up at you. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, actually, I was wondering how I'd check my occupation status? I was a civilian medic for the Grand Army of the Republic. I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to be doing."

"Were you not directed back to Coruscant?" The man asked.

"No, sir," you replied, picking up your access badge and handing it to him.

He took it and pushed it into the reader, pulling up your file. "It says here you are on pending status. That means you need to decide if you’re going to re-enlist in the new conscription program or be terminated.”

"Terminated?" You raised a brow.

"Your status will be terminated as an Imperial medic," he corrected.

You were relieved; that's what he meant.

"Is it alright if I come back to make that decision? I need to speak to my commanding officer first."

He nodded and handed back your access badge.

You spun around and calmly stepped out of the office before starting to jog down the hall back towards the boys' barracks.

When you finally made it to the door, you punched in the access code, revealing them gathered around the center table.

"Pip?" Wrecker's face brightened.

"What are you doing?" You looked down at the holo table in front of them, showing a map of jungle terrain.

"We're being sent on another mission to settle some insurgents on Onderon," Hunter said, pointing to the hologram.

"Already?" You couldn't bring yourself to move from the doorway.

Hunter nodded. "Are you alright?"

You just looked at him, probably like a musha deer in headlights.

"Y/N…" Tech took a step towards you.

You just stared at him, then at the others. You noticed Crosshair still looking at you with that blank stare. It made your insides churn.

"They wanted to know if I would be reenlisting… or else my status within the Imperial army will be terminated," you blurted out. "And I think Nala Se still wants my blood, so I don't know what I should - or if I should even - ugh, I don't know." You rubbed your eyes.

"How about we start with you coming inside?" Hunter and Tech took your hands, gently tugging you down into the room. The door finally closed behind you, leaving you alone in their room with the rain pattering on the window outside.

"Why are you freaking out?" Echo asked.

"I just - I didn't like the way Nala Se spoke earlier, and it sent me into a spiral. And I don't even know if my friends are alive, or what to feel, everything is changing so fast!" You whimpered.

"Do you still want to go back to Coruscant?" Hunter asked, sitting down in front of you.

"What?" Echo narrowed his brow. "You're leaving?"

You swallowed thickly, trying to fight the tears for the tenth time today. "I need a break. I'm not built like you all, I can't handle all of this. Apparently all of my friends became terrorists overnight, everyone is acting crazy, and Crosshair wants me dead, so…" You growled out the last part.

The sniper didn't even flinch at your words; he just continued to chew on his toothpick.

"I think it's best if I take medical leave. Just for a bit so I can figure out everything," you sighed, feeling the weight of their stares.

"Pip, you can't leave," Wrecker pouted and whined.

"It's not forever, big guy," you sighed.

"What happens if, when you reenlist, they assign you somewhere else?" Tech asked.

You hadn't really thought about that. "Hunter can request me again."

"No, this is ridiculous," Echo interjected. "Tiny isn't going anywhere. You need to lock in and open your eyes. Things are weird at the moment. Coruscant was just attacked by separatists; it's not safe there either. You're safest here with us. Your pack, for maker's sake."

"Am I safe here?" You asked again, getting flashbacks to being at the wrong end of Crosshair's rifle and the shaking of that poor Jedi pup.

"As long as you don't go trying to save traitors," Crosshair bit out.

You took in a shaky inhale, trying not to let him get under your skin. You felt just like you did three months ago when Crosshair never so much as said five consecutive words to you in a row unless it was to criticize your closeness with regs.

"How about after our mission, we'll find you on Coruscant, and we can talk again after you've had some time to think about what you want to do," Hunter said, trying to be diplomatic even though his alpha vehemently disagreed with leaving his omega behind.

You nodded, hoping that this would work. "I'll take the first transport out tonight. You'll know where to find me."

Wrecker let out a broken whine when you turned to leave the barracks. Unable to look back. You knew if you looked back and saw Wrecker’s eyes you’d fold.

You turned the corner, heading back towards the medical wing to gather your belongings when you were stopped by a group of Coruscant guards. You looked up at them, confused to see the red markings.

"Miss Y/L/N, just the woman I was looking for," General Tarkin's voice cut through the air like ice.

You froze momentarily before turning to face the admiral. You stood at attention. "Admiral Tarkin, what can I do for you?"

"Would you mind coming with me? There are a few things I wish to discuss with you."

You swallowed thickly, stifling down the fear rising in your chest. He ushered you to follow him, which you did diligently. In your mind, you silently prayed the boys would come running after you. There’s no way the second most important man in the galaxy wanted to speak with you… privately. 

"I understand you've been with the Republic army since the beginning of the war?" Tarkin must have read your file.

"Yes, sir. I volunteered after completing my medical program in Coruscant.”

"You served under General Anakin Skywalker, correct?" He asked, even though it was obvious he already knew everything on record about you.

“Yes."

"Then you transferred to the Special Forces 99?”

“Yes."

"Any particular reason?”

"I became close with Commander Tano. Once she left the Jedi Temple, I wanted a fresh start, sir.”

"I understand. Now forgive me if I'm getting too personal, but I'd like to know more about your history before the GAR.”

"Uhm, yeah, sorry. Yes," you nodded, thrown off a bit. You were trying to figure out where the hell this was all leading to.

"You were born on Coruscant. Where is your family?" He sat down in his chair.

"Dead, sir.”

“Dead?"

"Yes. Both of my parents died in a factory explosion when I was three, sir. I have no other living relatives.”

"How did you survive this long in Coruscant with no family?”

"The Republic had social programs, sir. I was raised in an orphanage and put through school. I performed so well in my last years of education, I was offered a full ride scholarship to attend Coruscant University's medical program.”

"Then you joined the military?" He seemed a bit confused. "Aren't you a bit overqualified for all this? You could have had a luxurious life back in the capital in one of those high rises.”

"I wanted to see the galaxy, sir. There was nothing left for me on Coruscant. I wouldn't have changed my fate for all the money in the world.”

"You like the thrill of it all," he nodded, understanding that.

"I enjoyed every moment of it. Even the tough parts.”

He nodded, ”Do you feel that your skills have been met working with the Special Forces 99?”

"If by that you mean I've had to patch them up a few times, then yes, sir, I have. They're an incredible group of soldiers, but they do have a tendency to get a bit banged up in their line of service.”

"I heard about the incident on Crait," he began. "That must have been terrifying.”

"Um, yes. I guess you could describe it as such.”

"You're close with those men, correct?”

You didn't like his tone. He seemed to be insinuating that there was something more. Like he knew about everything. This man was a snake. You saw that now, clear as day. He was trying to lure you into telling him everything.

You tilted your head. "In what way, sir?” He was going to have to spell this one out.

He smirked. "You've been with them for over nine months now. Living in such close quarters like that, you're bound to develop a… bond.”

You scrunched your brows. "Sir, I assure you, it has remained entirely professional. Yes, being in high-stress situations, I had to learn to trust them. It seemed harder for them to accept me. They barely spoke to me for six months. It wasn't until Crait that I think they finally started to warm up to me. Perhaps it's more of a trauma bond.”

He laughed. It didn't seem fake or anything; he actually thought you were making a joke… and the old fart thought you were funny.

You sat there awkwardly, waiting for him to stop chuckling. You chewed your lip, totally bewildered by this entire situation. Grand Admiral Tarkin was laughing at a joke you didn't even intend to make. What the karking hell is going on?

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, calming down finally, trying to restore his neutral expression. “Apologies."

You just smiled awkwardly, checking your chrono; kark, it was getting closer to your departure time for the shuttle.

"Is there anything else you wish to ask me, Admiral?" You wanted out of there… now!

"Yes, actually." He cleared his throat one more time, becoming the serious man again. "I wanted to ask you about the events on Kaller.”

You swallowed nervously.

"My men reported that the young Jedi had escaped Imperial custody and you are to blame."

Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you start to feel faint. Shit. Shit. Shit. Kark. Fuck. Dammit.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Tarkin cut you off. "Don't worry; you're not in trouble. One of your unit members informed me that you are, in fact, an Omega.”

"Yes, sir," your voice wavered a bit.

"As an alpha, I understand that we all have certain instincts we cannot ignore, as it is yours to protect pups with your life." He studied you. "I was also informed you broke orders by leaving your post to search out this young boy, putting yourself in the middle of an active battlefield. Clearly, you weren't in your right senses. I was also informed that your life was put in danger by your unit member.”

You were trembling now, feeling like a little prey animal stuck in the jaws of a wild tooka.

"Crosshair was just trying to follow orders, sir. It was my fault we were in that situation at all," you tried to defend your alpha, even though you were still royally pissed at him.

"It's okay, Y/N," he was trying to make you feel a little comfortable again. "I'm actually more curious about the others.”

"The others, sir?" You were lost now; why the hell does he want to know about them?

"Yes, I want to know what their reaction was to seeing their omeg- oops, apologies, their medic in direct line of fire.”

His slip-up was no accident. You could see the gears turning behind his beady eyes. He was trying to sus something out of you, and you were starting to guess what it was.

"They stopped Crosshair from killing me, sir," you deadpanned. "That's how the pup got away. He ran when Crosshair was distracted.”

"Yes, but what did they do exactly?" He was leering at you from his desk.

"They tried to encourage me to let go of the boy. I didn't, and Crosshair went to shoot. The child blocked the shot. Crosshair went to shoot again, and before he could kill me to get to the child, they tackled him into the snow long enough for the kid to run." You shook your head. "I had my back turned to them, sir; I didn't see what happened until after. Then I fainted from stress."

"Fainted?" He raised a brow.

You nodded. "I'm used to some level of stress, Admiral, but I'm rarely ever in the actual war zones. My Sergeant usually orders me to stay on the ship in case of emergencies.”

"I see," he said, clasping his hands together and resting them on his desk.

"Is that all, sir?" You wanted out of there… now!

"Yes, that is all. Thank you for your time." He dismissed you, and you tried to get out of there as quickly as possible without coming off rude.

When you were finally in the clear, you let out the breath you had been holding before starting into a jog to get to the transport station, praying the shuttle hadn't departed yet. You rounded the corners, nearly flying off balance a few times and bumping into clones as you went.

You spotted the transport in the distance and tightened your backpack straps before sprinting forward.

"Wait!" You yelled and waved at the clone in charge of the shuttle. He saw you and waved you over, waiting for you to hop on. You continued your run across the landing platform, getting closer.

"Stop her! Stop that omega!" a voice commanded from behind you.

You whipped your head around, seeing Tarkin standing there with an armada of red guards.

What? Me?

The guards raised their weapons, and suddenly, it felt like you were hit with ice water. Holy kark. They were aiming at you.

You saw the stun blasts whiz past you and yelped, trying to dodge them to the best of your ability.

"Don’t injure her!" Tarkin ordered.

What the fuck. What the fuck.

You dodged another, but unfortunately, you didn’t see the one you stepped right in front of.

You yipped, getting hit in the side and collapsing onto the ground, feeling numb. The last thing you saw before you were forced into unconsciousness was the Coruscant guards rushing over to you, weapons drawn. Damn, Hunter’s going to be so mad. Their red masks faded into darkness while one of them bent down to lift you off the cold platform.

~~~ One Week Later ~~~

"What's her status, doctor?"

"She wasn't that injured on the platform, luckily. I've kept her in stasis while she's recovered to keep her stress levels at a minimum. I'll begin running tests on her genetic structure before I can give you a definitive answer on her lineage."

"Her alpha wasn’t very forthcoming with this information either. Please make sure to increase the efficacy of his programming before their bond overrides the chip’s primary function. As for the others, they’ve committed treason against the empire. I must terminate them."

"May I suggest we try increasing their programming as well before taking such extreme actions?"

"I know they're your favorite creations, but they are too unpredictable."

"What about the omega? If your suspicions are correct, her health will decline if separated from them."

"Then they will remain imprisoned here."

You heard the conversation, but the words were fuzzy as you tried your hardest to come back to the land of the living. From what you could tell, you were in a bed. There were sounds of medical monitoring machines watching your vitals, and then the telltale whirling sound of medical droids buzzing about. So, a medical facility…

You also knew those voices belonged to none other than Nala Se and Tarkin. 

Still on Kamino, you deduced. 

Definitely missed the shuttle to Coruscant. Opening your eyes, you adjusted to the artificial light. It must have been dimmed for your comfort as you exited the artificial stasis. 

You caught the back of Tarkin’s head leaving the viewing window, along with Nala Se, who watched you with her dark eyes.

"What did you do?" You bit out, feeling the agitation arise. When you tried to get up, you realized you had been restrained to the hospital bed. You flailed, starting to feel yourself get worked up.

"Please remain calm," a medical droid chirped at you. "You have been restrained for your own safety.”

"My what?" You snarled at the droid. "Let me out!”

"If you don’t try to relax, we will have to sedate you," the droid warned.

You ceased your struggling and forced yourself to lay back down to try and still your racing system. The fight or flight response was strong. You immediately started trying to figure out a way to get out of these fabric-lined binders.

~~~

"Where is she?" Hunter snarled, throwing his fists against the cell's force field.

"Shut up, inmate," the guard growled back before returning to his conversation.

Hunter paced back and forth, watching them like a wolf.

"I thought she was supposed to be on Coruscant," Wrecker slumped down onto the cell's bench.

"She never made it, Wreck," Echo whispered. "Layla said she never came back home."

"So she's here," Tech said, looking at the guards chatting. "We haven't been executed yet, so that means something else is going on that we don't know about."

"Where did they take Crosshair?" Wrecker asked.

"Who knows," Hunter growled lowly. "But we need to get out of here."

"Working on it," Tech said, analyzing the space. "This isn't a prison."

"I beg to differ," Echo rolled his eyes.

"No, this city was built before it was used as a military base of operations," Tech looked around tapping the walls, getting to work explaining how the walls aren't built to withstand someone like Wrecker.

~~~

Nala Se entered the room, wandering over to the computerized testing machine. "What is this?" you demanded.

"Admiral Tarkin is interested in your genetic lineage," she whispered back, plugging in information to the database. "It would seem that you have very unique DNA."

"I didn’t agree to this. You can’t hold me prisoner here," you yanked on the binders.

"Would you prefer I bring in CT-9904? Would he make you feel safer?" She asked.

You snorted, "I want out."

"I can’t release you, Omega. I’m sorry," she typed into her datapad.

"My name is Y/N," you bit out, wanting nothing more than to deck this alien in her stupid needle neck.

"Perhaps I should get CT-9904," she pushed a few buttons into her datapad.

You hissed, tugging on the restraints, hoping they’d snap when the door whooshed open and there stood Crosshair. He wore strange armor and didn’t have his helmet. You kept pulling, making the hospital bed creak and groan under your pressure.

"Would you please help your Omega remain calm? Stress is bad for her health," Nala Se said to Crosshair.

He silently crossed the room, approaching the side of the bed.

"Get the fuck away from me," you snarled, making him scowl. He ran a hand over your closed fists, soothing the skin there before moving up to the binders, seeing the red marks from it biting into your soft wrists. He gave you a warning growl, making you stop fighting in fear of angering him further. 

You shuddered as his hands slowly worked up the muscles of your arm before reaching your neck, where he brushed against the mating gland, making you squirm.

He flashed you his signature smirk before grabbing a stool and sliding it over for him to sit in.

"Are you misbehaving, Omega?" His silvery voice made you shiver.

"Alpha, please let me out," you whined, looking down at the restraints.

"Don’t try that with me," he chuckled. "I have orders just to keep you calm, not let you go, mesh’la."

You looked at Nala Se with a nasty scowl.

"You were about to shoot me dead, and now it’s mesh’la again?" You lurched at him, but he didn’t flinch at your attempt to spook him.

"Sorry, ad’ika, I wasn’t thinking straight," he brushed your hair from your eyes, tucking a stray piece behind your ear.

"Oh, and now you are?" You were pissed.

"It’s in his programming to protect and care for you, Y/N, you don’t need to doubt that," Nala Se said before stepping out of the room.

"You told them?" You whisper-yelled.

"It’s protocol to report relations," he leaned close, running his nose along your hairline. "They had to fix me up, like I said, I wasn’t thinking straight before. They knew my omega needed me."

"What did they do to you?" You backed up, looking at him in his entirety. Nothing he was saying was making any damn sense. You weren’t his mate… what was he getting on about? The old Crosshair never would have told them about what happened on Mimban, nor would he have ever put you in danger. You knew you had to find Fives. It seems like the only thing making sense is what he was trying to tell you earlier.

"They just helped me remember my purpose, mesh’la," he went to give you a small kiss, but you turned your head away and laid back down on the mattress, trying to ignore him. You were still mad even though whatever was in him giving you the cold shoulder after Kaller was reversed, it didn’t matter. He was using your feelings for him to manipulate you, even if it was under orders.

He sighed and decided to leave you be. You stopped fighting the restraints, so he moved to exit. "If you need me, adi’ka, I’ll be outside."

You stared at the wall, refusing to look at him. You sensed him hesitate before stepping outside, leaving you alone in the darkened room. 

You fought back tears. That wasn’t your Crosshair. You had no idea what these monsters were doing to him, but you knew it had something to do with what happened to Tup. 

Staring blankly at the wall to your right, you wanted to just be put back under. This was not a situation you ever envisioned yourself being in, and seeing Crosshair acting so differently was making you anxious. You had to get the fuck out of here.

Looking to the table sitting next to you, there was a set of surgical tools sitting on a sterile tray. One of the tools you knew very, very well… a laser suture.

"Thank the Force," you whispered, leaning forwards. 

You knew if you just leaned slightly forwards, you could grab it with your teeth. Pushing yourself further, the restraint on your left arm was starting to bite into your skin again, and your joints started to ache. 

You knew if you pushed it too far, you’d dislocate your arm, so you just took it very slowly. 

Using your forehead to nudge the tray closer, you heard it rattle slightly, praying Crosshair wouldn’t hear. You took a deep breath and continued nudging it closer. 

When it was finally within reach, you picked up the pen-looking tool between your teeth and very, very slowly, you brought it up off the tray and into your lap where you dropped it into your right hand. Then, very stealthily, you pushed the roller tray back to where it was. 

You heard the door suddenly open, and you very discreetly rolled the pen under your hand so he couldn’t see. 

“Fuck off, Crosshair," you grunted while checking the room. 

Nothing seemed out of place as he ducked back outside, leaving you alone once again. Getting out of the restraints was going to be the easy part; getting past Crosshair, well, that was going to be next to impossible. 

You gripped onto the laser suture, getting it primed. Once you heard it power up, you pressed the ignition and aimed it at the straps, listening to the leather burn while you cut straight lines. 

First was your right wrist, then your left, then both ankles. You sighed in relief being able to finally move freely again. You stretched quickly before looking for something to incapacitate the sniper to make your grand exit. 

First, you grabbed one of the metal trays, thinking you could bonk him on the head, but then your eyes landed on the gold. 

One of the sedatives they used on you was lying in the refrigerator under the research desk. 

You grabbed the syringe and climbed back into bed, making it look like nothing had happened. You were just about to cry out for him when your prayers must have been answered. The emergency alarms started blaring, signaling an intruder in Tapoca City… the perfect distraction. 

You saw Crosshair run off with his new helmet fastened on to answer the call. 

You were alone… thank the Maker. Grabbing the tray as backup, you ran to the door, smashing the access button and running out of the doors at lightning speed, heading in the opposite direction of Crosshair. 

Your bare feet thudded against the polished floors as you navigated the city to get to the shuttle port. On your way there, you swung past the hangar bay, noticing a familiar-looking ship parked inside. 

The Marauder. 

The boys were here? You looked around but didn’t see them. Deciding to take your chance, you dipped into the hangar bay, ducking behind crates, trying to scope out the situation. The Marauder was your best shot of getting out of here undetected; you had heard Tech brag about its anti-tracking capabilities too many times. 

Deciding to move forwards, you bent down, removing the padded cuffs from your limbs to free yourself while you lifted the lid off one of the crates in search of a weapon. 

"She’s not here!" Echo’s voice caught your attention. 

"I traced her back here through the security system!" Tech growled. 

"Echo?" You popped your head up from behind the crate, startling them. 

"See?" Tech pointed at you as he ran over to embrace you. You hugged him back, realizing he wasn’t wearing his armor. None of them were, actually. 

"What happened?" You asked, accepting all of their hugs. 

"We’ll explain later," Hunter said, 

"I’m just glad you’re okay." You shuddered. "We have to get out of here. They did something to Crosshair, and they’ve been running experiments on me, I think." 

"You think?" Echo narrowed his eyes. 

"They kept me in stasis for a week," you shook your head. The horror of it all was starting to settle in, "Crosshair will be searching for me any minute when he realizes I’m gone." 

"You saw Crosshair?" Hunter asked, lifting the lid to a crate containing their armor. 

They quickly suited up, grabbing their weapons. 

"He was ordered to watch over me. He was more like he was before, but there’s something off about him," you were shaking now, "And they know. They know about all of us." 

"He told them?" Hunter sneered. 

"I think it was under duress," you were trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. Hunter shook his head when he heard the hangar bay door open. 

"Is that Crosshair?" Wrecker was miffed, looking at his little brother. He was dawning head to toe black and a new Imperial uniform. Still holding Firepuncher, he walked forwards, leading a squadron of Coruscant guards. 

"Stay down," Hunter ordered you, and you stayed behind the crate, grabbing Lula. Hunter stood up, facing his brother. 

"Give me the Omega, and you all can live," Crosshair demanded. 

"What happened to you? Have you lost your damn mind?" Hunter responded. 

"Hand her over, Hunter," Crosshair growled, pointing Firepuncher at his eldest brother. 

"I can’t do that, Cross," he raised his own pistol. 

"She’ll be safe here, Hunter. You all will be," Crosshair tried to convince his brothers. 

"Doubt that," Hunter dismissed him. 

You felt the tensions rise, making you antsy. 

"Y/N?" Crosshair called out into the room. You shivered hearing his voice single you out. You looked up at Wrecker, who was crouched behind the crate above you, "Come here, darling.”

Crosshair was using a cooing voice. Just like that alpha clone in the training facility. 

You closed your eyes, knowing what was coming next… 

"Crosshair, don’t," Hunter warned. 

"Omega… come," his alpha tone made your bones ache. You dug your nails into the concrete floor, fighting the command with everything you had. You whined, feeling yourself hurt. 

"Release her!" Tech yelled, watching you suffering. 

"Not a chance," Crosshair aimed Firepuncher at Hunter again, waiting for you to cave to the command. When you didn’t, he decided it was time to end this. Crosshair aimed for Hunter’s chest, squeezing the trigger. Hunter dodged the shot, letting it fly into the side of the Marauder. 

"Y/N, run to the ship!" Hunter commanded as he shot back, drawing Crosshair’s fire. You grabbed Lula and with a grunt, you ran to the ship. Tech covered you as you both ascended the steps. 

You threw yourself into the copilot seat, helping Tech power up the ship. You heard a loud shot ring out and Wrecker’s pained howl, and you squeaked, pushing the engine’s throttle, getting it running. Wrecker was definitely hit. 

Echo and Hunter quickly entered the cockpit, carrying Wrecker on their shoulder as Tech pulled the ship up into the air. Hunter closed the hatch door, the last thing you all saw was Crosshair standing on the hangar bay, putting a toothpick back between his lips and leaning his rifle on his shoulder. 

You couldn’t help but sob. 

All the tears you had been holding back came spilling out. Echo put his hand on your shoulder as the Marauder climbed in altitude. 

"You okay, Tiny?" He asked a bit worried. 

"No," you choked out, "I-I don’t want to leave him." Your entire body shook. 

"What?" Hunter couldn’t help himself. The question flew out of his mouth before he could stop it. 

"He just tried to kill us. They were experimenting on you," Echo was lost. 

"I- he- he isn’t in control. It’s what happened to Tup. Nala Se said they altered him to be like that," you sobbed, swiveling the chair around to face Echo, he embraced you, holding you to his chest, "They made him that way." You wailed, feeling the pain still in your body. 

Hunter just looked at you in shock. You were ready to slit Crosshair’s throat not even a week ago; he couldn’t believe you had changed your position so quickly.

"They tortured him." You felt Echo's chest plate become soaked in your tears. "I-I heard Tarkin say he refused to tell them about Mimban, but I think in the end he did."

"Did they hurt you?" Hunter asked, kneeling down at your side.

"Not that I know of," you shook. "They kept me out for a long time while you were all away. They could have done anything and I wouldn’t have known."

"Why did they take you, Pip?" Hunter asked, rubbing your back.

"I don’t know," you leaned on Echo. "Tarkin wanted to know about my DNA structure. He’s looking for something in my lineage I think. Interrogated me before he shot me on the shuttle port."

"He shot you?!" Echo roared.

"I was running for the shuttle, the guard stunned me then took me back to Nala Se’s lab."

"When did you see Crosshair?" Hunter asked.

"Not until a few hours ago. They made him come in to force me to submit."

Hunter snarled, "They knew."

"They took Crosshair one day ago. Probably to do whatever the hell they did to his head," Echo pieced together.

"I think he actually told Tarkin about you all long before that. Tarkin said one of you told him the truth about how the child got away."

"It wasn’t me," Echo shook his head.

"Not me," Hunter said.

"I didn’t change what we agreed on," Tech entered coordinates for a random Outer Rim system.

Wrecker groaned, "Not me."

"Then it was Crosshair," you sighed. "Whatever Order 66 did to him, he changed."

"It is known that Kaminoans use inhibitors to alter our DNA to design us as they please. Such as giving all of us our enhanced abilities, but also the ability to follow commands. It would seem that Crosshair’s must have been desiring for him to follow orders of the Empire."

You shivered, "That would make sense. Fives said-" You were cut off by your own yelp. You shoved off of Echo suddenly, making a low whining noise.

"Y/N?" Hunter asked, trying to get to you, but you just backed away, clutching at your skin.

"Something’s wrong," you hissed, flopping onto all fours and groaning in pain pawing at your sternum.

"Tech, what’s wrong with her?" Hunter asked desperately.

The pilot put the ship into autopilot before climbing out of his seat. He took a flashlight from his utility belt and lifted your chin to look up at him. He flashed the light in your eyes, watching your pupils still responding normally. Then he helped you sit back on your knees while you pressed a hand to your heart, letting out another sob. Tech moved his hands to the collar of the white patient top you were wearing and ripped the fabric at the shoulder.

Hunter gave him a skeptical glare while his brother flashed the light around your glands. "Did he bite you?" Tech asked.

"Huh?" You looked up with glossy eyes.

"Did Crosshair bite you?" He asked again, ripping the other side to check.

You shook your head, "No."

"Did he mate you?"

"No," you whined, feeling another ache roll through you.

"Why did you ask that?" Hunter knelt over closer.

"She’s displaying signs of mate sickness," Tech pulled out his datapad. "But she hasn’t been mated."

"Mating sickness?" Wrecker asked.

"When a bonded pair separates after recently solidifying the mate bond, they can become sick," Tech replied, typing furiously into his datapad researching possibilities.

Wrecker was confused, "But she wasn’t bitten?"

"Exactly," Tech nodded. "It doesn’t make any sense."

"Tech, I’m scared," you whimpered, rubbing your chest. That familiar feeling of heartbreak was tearing through you again. You immediately thought Crosshair must be feeling the exact same thing if Tech was correct and you continues to sob letting the tears pool on the floor of the Marauder.

"What do we do?" Hunter asked, scooping you up into his arms as you wriggled around trying to escape the aches.

"We have to find help," Tech shook his head. "I don’t even know where to look this isn’t a normal medical situation."

"I might have an idea," Echo looked to you. "Set the course for Lothal."

So um, yeah... Crosshair is lost in the sauce unfortunately. But were about to figure out why Pip is so special... hehe

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[sandinthemachine]

ahh omg if your requests are open then please 🙏 getting fucked by könig in his ghillie suit, he'd be sweet too, making sure your face is shielded from the ground while he fucks into you

Here she is. I know you asked for sweet but he took over my brain and became a cocky bastard, I hope that sweetness is still under there somewhere

I did actual sniper research for this for some reason and the more I know the more I am sure babygirl would have been a terrible sniper

anyways here goes, come get your sweaty sweaty smut

Words: uhh like 1900

-

“How long do these things take?” König groans beside you, shifting so his shoulder bumps yours for the fourth time in the past five minutes.

“Eh, a few days, give or take.”

“A few…no, you’re fucking with me.”

You huff. “I’m convinced you didn’t even slightly research what being a sniper meant before you applied for it.”

“If I had known it would be this boring I never would have wanted it in the first place.” He groans, elbowing you in the gut as he wriggles in the tiny space below the bush. Well, not that tiny. It just felt tiny with a giant man who couldn’t sit still to save his life trapped in there with you.

A bone-deep sigh escapes you as you try to let it go. It’s not his fault your normal partner is out on medical leave right now. And it’s you who should have known better than to volunteer him as replacement. It feels stupid now, but you remembered thinking he would like getting to be a sniper for once. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it?

He twitches again, managing to perfectly kick the bone in your ankle.

Thank god this isn’t his normal job.

“Hey, König?”

“Hmm?”

“I can watch the scope on my own. It’s probably going to be awhile. Do you have anything to do with your hands?”

He groans. “I left my whittling knife at base.”

“Here, use mine. It’s on my belt, can you reach?”

He nods, the fabric of his ghillie suit shuffling over yours as he reaches across you, fingers running over your waist as he reaches under the fabric to withdraw the tool.

You gulp at the unexpected contact. Hoping he didn’t notice, you turn your attention back to the field below. You don’t catch the swift glance he gives you, nor the way he shifts to bring his hips off the ground.

-

It takes König less than twenty minutes to demolish the piece of wood he brought. He doesn’t even carve anything, he just shaves it to shreds, narrowly missing his fingers countless times as you try not to watch.

He tucks the blade away, brushing the shavings aside.

You stifle another sigh, counting down in your head. Wait for it.

He wriggles, trying to scoot into a comfier position and banging the bones of his hip right into your side. You growl, pushing your gun forward and twisting to face him.

“How the hell do you get anything done?”

He scoffs. “Because I know how to do things quickly.”

“Yeah, because I’m sure ramming into things solves every problem.”

He snorts.

“What is it now?”

König leans over, mask nearly pressing against yours. “It’s solved your problems plenty of times.”

“You’re full of yourself, you know that?”

He chuckles, the soft sounds nearly disguising the way you know he’s smirking under that hood. “Yeah?” His voice drops to a whispering snarl. “Tell me you don’t like it.”

“I…ugh, I’m trying to focus here.”

He snickers, the sound spreading up your spine as he hooks a leg over your hips, pressing against your side. “How long did you say these things usually take?”

Your eyes widen. “They’re giving us…72 hours this time.”

“Well, I’d say that gives us…” he shuffles, checking his watch. “71 hours. I think we might…juust barely have time.”

“Psht. You couldn’t last that long if you tried.”

“Careful, little one,” he croons. “I thought you were trying to focus here.”

You grab a fistful of the fabric around his chest, yanking him impossibly closer. “Are you just gonna talk this entire time?”

“Now who’s impatient?”

You huff, opening your mouth to retort, but a calloused index finger presses on your lips through the suit.

“Shh,” he commands breathily, mouth hovering next to your ear. “Watch the scopes. And tell me…” he lifts himself up, maneuvering so he can press his entire body against your back, the hard length of him rubbing into your tailbone. “Which do you want first? My fingers…or my tongue?”

“Both,” you retort smugly.

He snorts. “Greedy little thing. Guess I’ll have to choose then.”

His hand slides down your side, fingers feeling through the leaves of the suit to find the seam. He pulls up your shirt, his hand dancing across your bare hip, the combination of skin and fabric sending a shiver over you before his fingers hook under your pants and underwear, yanking them down to expose you for him.

You inhale, covering your mouth with a palm as the cool air brushes over your bare skin.

He squeezes your flesh, a muffled squeal escaping your mouth. Your skin heats up at his self-satisfied hum, his warm hand sliding in between your thighs as his thumb just barely brushes over your slit.

You buck into him, needy and impatient, but he humors you this time, sliding his hand up so the length of his thumb presses against you, the rough tip rubbing into your clit. You gulp, squirming at the sudden pressure, only for him to push his thumb against you harder just as he drops more of his weight onto you.

You gasp as your shoulders give out, his forearm sliding under your head as he pins your torso to the ground. You bury your face in the fabric, swallowing a moan as he slides a finger into you.

“Are you watching?”

You bite your tongue, shakily raising your head to bring an eye to your scope. He adds another finger, lazily pumping them in and out, and your vision blurs as you focus on holding back a whimper.

Your willpower, however, is crumbling faster than you care to admit as his fingers work into you. The crisp stalks of grass waving in the sights slide into each other, morphing into subtly flowing waves, perfectly mimicking the pattern of tremors you feel tracing the edges of your bones, lapping up your spine and pulling your muscles into their undertow.

“K-König, I’m-”

“I know.” His head tucks into your neck as your face falls to his arm again, teeth tangling in the rough fabric of your own mask. Gunpowder and smoke and metal-sharp tangs explode across your tongue as your own body halts and stutters, trapped beneath him.

A wave of magma flows up your back, caged by the suit and his body above you so that it continues to crash against your skin, sending another tremulous whimper past your lips.

Finally you lift your head again, struggling to reach once again for the scope as your neck shakes. His arm shifts, a palm pressing into your jaw and lifting upwards as long fingers grasp easily along either side of your face. You relax, eyes half-closing as you let him take the weight of your head.

You breathe his name again as his fingers leave you, his entire suit rustling as he lifts himself up.

Searing heat licks at every corner of your being and still you tremble, back arching into the weight of him as he finally frees himself. He sighs, pulling back just enough, and then his velvety head is catching at your entrance, the shadowy edges of your vision closing in as he thrusts himself into you, stretching you until you feel you might burst at the seams, that perhaps the suit wrapped around you is the only tape holding you together.

Scraps of fabric brush against your bare skin as he sinks in deeper, tickling as they slide up you. Your fingers tighten into his arm, and it’s his turn to quiver as his own soft skin meets yours, his chest pressing into your back once again.

He’s buried in your neck now, hand tight against the crook between your jaw and throat, and you wonder if he can even breathe there, you’re barely breathing yourself, but he answers you with a great heaving inhale, as if he can pull you into his lungs and hold you there.

And then he lifts his head again, hips rolling against you. Once. Twice. Again. And with each motion a moan filters through his mask.

You want to hear him. You want him to be louder, to scream for you, to tell you how good you feel. Yes, that’s exactly what you want.

But not here. No, you can’t do that here.

“König, you have to be quiet.”

“I know, I know,” he pants. “It’s just…” he presses his face into your shoulder, burying another whimper in the shaggy fabric. “Stop clenching, stop or I’m never…I’m never gonna last.”

“And I…I thought you said…we’d be going for days.”

He hisses, hand clamping over your mouth as his hips ruck against you harder, your pitiful whine absorbed by his palm. He chuckles, a subtle shaking of his body you feel directly in your core. “And here you are telling me to be quiet.”

You make an angry sound, biting at his palm until he pulls back.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

As soon as you open your mouth he drives into you again, dragging roughly along every sensitive spot inside you. All that comes out of you is a choked gasp, hands scrabbling on the ground in front of you.

“Yeah,” he breathes, a huff of amusement bursting from his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

Then his hand is on the column of your throat once more, still holding you up, nearly taunting the way your gaze still hovers over your scope, all tendrils of clarity gone.

You screw your eyes shut, watching the sparks throw themselves against your eyelids until even they are blurred and everything draws itself up tight within you, impossibly tense and white-hot.

His hand is over your mouth now, just in time to halt the scream that reverberates along the thick sludge of your mind as flares of new heat overtake you.

He drags his other arm under you, gluing you to him as he settles as deep as he can go, a mess of staggered syllables shaking his jaw and curling over your ears as his warmth spreads within your own, burning and soothing all at once.

He settles against you, the pleasant heaviness of his form grounding you through the last aftershocks, holding you up as your own muscles remember how to do it themselves.

-

Your vision is focused now, eyes once again glued to your scope even though König still drapes himself over you. He’s long gone soft inside of you, his entire body languid and motionless.

He’s finally still. Maybe he’s asleep.

You giggle at that, and a muffled groan rattles his throat.

“What was that?”

He raises his head, leaning his face into your temple. “Whadiddi miss?”

You giggle again, reaching back to hold his head, but catch movement in your sight. An outline familiar from a dozen mission reports ignites every instinct within you, and your hands are already tilting your gun, eyes watching the way the grass waves. Left. Just slightly. You move your scope slightly to the right, raising it up to account for the distance.

The man turns, exposing his torso.

“König.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop breathing.”

“What-?”

“Hold your breath. Now.”

He inhales as you do, your crosshairs stilling as you feel your heartbeats, timing the pauses between them.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Bang.

Red sprays onto the ground below. The target stumbles backwards, glancing down, and with devastating realization, falls.

And inside of you, König hardens again.

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Have a lovely day/night :)

[prettyboypistol]

I love your writing so much!!! Could i perhaps request... to dom the boston man again... i dont really care when or where or how or what i just really wanna SQUEEZE HIM!! thank ya kindly continue doin what your doin

TF2 Scout x M!Reader || Daddy Issues +18

[Bottom!Scout/Top!Reader][Drunk Sex][Semi-Realistic Mentions of Prep Before Sex][First Time][Mildly Rough Sex]

Mentions of: - VOMIT(nothing graphic) - DRUNKEN HAZE INTO A MAKEOUT - DUBCON(both of yall are consenting, but drunk)

A few shots of tequila into a neutral zone day had you and Scout looser and over in a much better mood than usual. While Scout had devolved into an ego contest with the enemy Scout, you sat there merely watching him as you idly chatted with the other team's Sniper. He was a lot more friendly than your Sniper was- ever the isolationist he tended to be. Nevertheless, Sniper chuckled and leaned closer to you with a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Y'know, I'm not one to judge, but there's a good chance you might get lucky with him if you play your cards right." He murmured lowly, as if the words he spoke were dirty and filthy for public manners. They were, in a sense, but still. This was a meetup of men who openly murdered each other for fun and for money, acting as if they were good friends.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. "Yeah, just like how my Spy nearly stabbed you not 20 minutes ago for offering to buy him a drink?"

"I just need to work him a bit." Sniper retorted. "I can tell he loves the danger of a survivalist- he's just too wound up to admit it."

"Wait, really?" You asked as you furrowed your brow. "How do you know that?"

Sniper laughed.

"I stole a few psych books from my Medic a while back to occupy my time with, one was a psycho-sexual connection thing all about how people get off to things that bother 'em. Like how your Spy just needs a man like me to throw him around." Sniper chuckled and dropped his voice a tad as he noticed your gaze land on your Scout again. "Or how Mister "pay attention to me" over there wants to call you Daddy."

You jolt away from Sniper, which nearly caused the stool you sat in to fall over behind you. You look at him incredulously, perhaps with a little glare, and make a tad flustered goodbye as you left your seat.

"Just try it out mate." You heard him say from behind you- that stupid smile still probably on his face. You didn't have time to spin around and flip him off, as Scout bumped into you with a slurred smile. Ah hell, what's one more shot?

Well, one more shot had you coming to as you felt a slight bit colder, your back was up against a wall, and there was a wet sensation in your mouth and over your lips; was that your tongue in your mouth? The noises around you blurred together strangely as you tried to figure out where you were. It sounded like another person was with you, a little bit at least. Your world still spun around slightly.

"-been waitin' for ages to do this-" You heard a voice say as a warmth pressed further against your chest, more than it already was, anyway.

"Scout?" You muttered, you felt your jaw have weight that you never knew it had before. God, you felt tired.

You pushed the body away from you, moving to sit down on the nearby bed to get a grip on your world before you did anything stupid.

"You okay dude?" Scout asked as he sat down next to you. You wanted to kiss him so fucking bad jesus christ-

"Sorry, my head's a bit fuzzy, I- uh, I need to sit down for a second." You breathed slowly as your vision finally started to make sense.

"Awe, drink too much?" Scout chuckled. "I'da thought you puked it all outta you a few minutes ago!"

"That- what? That's not how being drunk works?" You mumbled out as you snagged Scout's water bottle and took a few sips. The room temperature water never tasted better to you as the lingering taste of burning booze in your throat washed out for a moment.

You turned to look at Scout properly once you finally gained your vision back well enough to understand where you were. Scout had taken off his shirt and scooted closer to you with a weak smile.

"Do you still wanna do this?" Scout asked softly. You nodded, impulsively pushing Scout onto his bed with a rather forceful and overpowering kiss. Scout whined as he wrapped his gangly legs around your waist, the friction made your cock throb in need from an erection you didn't know you had.

You finally took the pleasure into your hands, intentionally seeking out your release as Scout whimpered and moaned from your touches. You could feel the bumps of Scout's ribs through his chest as his heart pounded in his chest.

"You've got my full attention babyboy, tell Daddy what you want." You groaned softly against Scout's neck as you placed a rather claiming kiss to the runner's throat. The words seemed to have an effect on Scout, as he thrusted his hips against you with a squeak. As you pulled away, your boytoy let out a protest, but you grabbed his face with one of your hands and glared at him with a domineering edge.

"Always whining like a brat to be looked at, well? What do you want?"

"Oh god- yeah, uh-" Scout spluttered. "God, I need you inside me."

With a few awkward shuffles and a removal of Scout's boxers and your drawstring pants, you were guided to Scout's ass as he retold the story about how you two stumbled through a mini enima-esque ritual which resulted in you puking into Scout's bathroom trashcan and Scout nearly passing out due to laughing too hard. Scout handed you a jar of vaseline, as he devolved into a little fit of giggles as he remembered the sight of you.

Although, the moment your finger pressed against him and slipped the first knuckle inside, Scout stiffened and gasped at the cold touch of the lube and your hands. You knew what to do, you've had sex before with other men; Scout acted and whimpered as if he hadn't.

"First time, prettyboy?" You laughed.

"I mean, with a guy like you, yeah." Scout nodded into his pillows.

"Alright, I'll be a little kind with you."

"Nah nah, fuck me up! I can take it!" Scout goaded as he pushed his ass deeper against your fingers with a groan. "I've been doin' this to myself for ages! Also- can I actually call you Daddy? Please?"

Well, who were you to deny your babyboy?

It was rather quick before you pressed inside of Scout, with the sweet gangle of limbs and attitude whining at just the head of your dick inside him. You weren't massive or anything, but the whimpering certainly boosted your confidence.

Little thrusts were protested against as Scout begged for something deeper and gut-twisting.

You laid against Scout's back as you set a mean and harsh pace, your mouth right by Scout's ear.

"You've got Daddy's eye, c'mon, what's it you've been wanting to say?" You couldn't help but tease as Scout barely slurred out a coherent sentence between his moans and whimpers as he jerked himself off haphazardly.

"Oh god- oh fuck, Daddy jus'-t!" Scout wailed as his bedframe rattled against the wall. The resulting banging on the wall from a rather unimpressed Engineer, but you paid no mind as the tight squeezing around your dick was more desirable to think about than the lecture you were gonna get tomorrow.

"That's it Scout, say my fucking name."

Scout let out a silent scream as you pulled his hair. With a keening whine and choked gasp his body shuddered as his orgasm knocked both of you for a loop. The feeling of Scout around you, the way he begged for you to ruin him, hell, even the shots you did loosening your inhibitions culminated in you pumping only a few shallow times as you pulled out to shoot your semen over Scout's lower back with a sigh of relief.

You didn't drink that much, hopefully you both would remember tonight.

And even if you didn't, the mess you both woke up to was more than enough of a reminder.

[simp999]

Hi!! I saw you write for TF2 and I was wondering if you would be able to do a Sniper x Gender Neutral reader?

I hc Sniper to have autism, so if you could incorporate that I'd appreciate it! I was thinking perhaps the two could go stargazing, but throw a little angst in there?

Thank you!

YES YES YES YES 'TISM SNIPER <333

Sniper x Reader Oneshot - I Appreciate You.

Wc: 1.7k

Taglist: @moopy-milk

Masterlist

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'Got any fours?' Pyro had signed to you after a few moments of thought. You shook your head 'no', and told them to go fish.

It was the evening of a ceasefire day. Despite the upbeat and happy feel of the base, with everybody enjoying their rare day off, you couldn't help but be a bit worried.

Demo was currently bringing more beer in so that he, Soldier, Heavy and Engie could continue their game of poker. Scout was playing 'Go Fish' with you and Pyro. Medic was sitting with the other group beside Heavy, simply writing on his notepad, while pitching into conversation every so often. Spy rarely joined in on these game nights, you figured he was probably in his smoking room or something.

But Sniper was nowhere to be found.

The last time you saw him was when everyone was having breakfast earlier that morning. He had come into the kitchen, taken a small plate of food, and simply gone back to his camper van to eat.

When you went to visit him to ask if he wanted to join in on game night, all that you found was a half-eaten plate of food. So, you left a note telling him what you were going to be up to in case he felt like joining. It's possible he just went for a walk or needed to take a leak.

That was a few hours ago, though, and he still hadn't shown. It was beginning to eat at you. Of course, he could take care of himself - you weren't afraid of anything like that happening, but you were moreso worried about him mentally. It was still tough to read him sometimes, though you had gotten much better after all this time of being around him.

A snap of some fingers brought you back to reality.

"Hey, hey! Get outta la-la land Chucklehead, it's your turn."

You shook your head dismissively, trying to clear your thoughts. That wasn't nearly enough to quell your worries, though.

You couldn't take it anymore, you just needed to make sure he was alright.

You dropped your cards in the middle of the pile and apologized before going to throw on some shoes. Before you did though, you put some cheese and crackers together. It's an easy snack to get down if you're right about him still not eating since breakfast.

"Aye, where ya goin' laddie?" Demo called out from the table, taking a swig of his scrumpy.

"Goin' to check on Mundy. Be back later." With that, you were out the door.

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You first checked his camper van, in case he simply didn't want to join in on game night after seeing your note. Alas, no lights were on, and it had been left in the state it was in the last time you visited.

The next spot you thought to check was one of his sniping nests. He had a few around the area, but there was one that you had helped him make a bit more comfortable by bringing a blanket and two small pillows to. This nest was used more for him to hide away somewhere if he wanted to, less for actually sniping. It didn't offer him lots of protection as there was no roof and the walls were only fenced in, so this is the one he preferred to come to in the evenings due to less harsh weather.

You began to climb the ladder, putting your arm through the holes in the handles of the bag that held the snack so that you could climb it safely.

When you peeked your head over the top, Sniper was seen lying down on his back, arms under his head for support while his hat was tilted over his eyes. You were unsure if he was asleep or not, but knowing him for this long you assumed he wasn't, thanks to how much of a light sleeper he is. The ladder always made some noise when you got to a specific step. You looked down at the snack in your hands as you sat a few feet away from him. Even if he was sleeping, he needed to eat something - even something small.

Though, you still wanted to be cautious, so you kept your voice low as you spoke up.

"Hey Snipes, you up?"

A soft grumble of acknowledgment was all you got, enough to tell you that he was, in fact, awake.

You told him about the snack you brought as you kept your voice hushed.

"You should eat something, you know. Even something small will do you some good."

He slowly pushed his hat up as he rose from his lying position to a sitting one. You glanced over at him as he hesitated.

"Small bites, Dee."

He slowly began to eat. You weren't really expecting him to speak up again- it seemed he wasn't really in the mood for it. But what followed surprised you.

"I'm ...sorry,"

You tilted your head to the side as you faced him. What did he have to be sorry about? You gave him all the time he needed to get the words out as you waited patiently.

"I... I tend to bail a lot, ay? I'm uh, sorry for not... bein' around you as much as I'd like to be," He started to mesh words together as he tried to find the right ones, "Today was just- it- I'm just... "

You didn't want to cut him off, but you couldn't let this slide.

"Hey, it's alright."

You bring your hand over to his, almost holding it, but stopping right before to ask for silent consent, asking if today is a physical contact welcome kinda day.

He brings his hand closer to yours as you gently trace your thumb over his knuckles.

"It's no problem that you like your space, we still love you all the same, alright? Some days are just a little tough, and that's okay."

You noticed Sniper use his other hand to tilt his hat down as he faced away from you, but you decided to not comment on it. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while. You could hear the buzzing of bugs as the sun began to hide, the energy of daytime dissipating slowly. Once you figured he had calmed down and felt a bit better, you began to speak once again.

"Though, I'd really appreciate it if you left a note telling me if you're going somewhere- I do have to admit I was quite worried," You let out an embarrassed chuckle as you used your free hand to rub the nape of your neck. You didn't mean for it to sound weird, you just cared for him, is all.

"Oh... right. Sorry 'bout that, Roo. Didn't mean to worry you."

"No wuckas, Dee. Just wanna know you're alright."

He held back a chuckle at how you didn't seem to notice how you adopted his slang, while you got up to get the blanket you had left nearby all those moons ago. You stole a cracker as you passed by him, offering him a smile as you swaddled up in the blanket and sat a little closer this time.

"Ya cold, Roo?"

The sun had gone down now, and the sky was much darker now.

"Maybe a little." He only nods at that, unsure of how to help. He holds his free arm closer to his body and curls up a little.

"Are you?"

"No..."

"Uh-huh." You raise a brow at him, unconvinced.

"What if we swapped?"

"Sorry?"

"I'll trade you your vest for the blanket."

"You'd be cold, though." He's still worried about you being cold? That's cute. But it is best if the two of you were comfortable, so how could you make it work?

"Trade me, then wrap your arms around me?"

It was more of a question since you still weren't sure where he was standing with physical contact today. He froze at your proposal, and you began to feel bad about offering it,

"Not if you're uncomfortable with it, of co-"

"C'mere."

He had given you his vest and held his hand out for the blanket, then threw it around his shoulders while you snuggled up in his vest. Once you two were situated, you scooched closer to him.

"No, that's- no. Come here,"

He opened his arms for you, and you got close enough for him to hug you from behind. He was stiff, unused to this much physical contact, but he eventually warmed up. He later rested his head on top of yours once his neck began to get tired. He held his arms around you and you brought your hands up to hold his. They were quite cold, so you began you gently rub your thumb over his knuckles again, in hopes that it might help a bit.

It was once again another comfortable silence that was only interrupted many minutes later when Sniper pointed out a constellation. The Hydra constellation. It was really big and easy to spot. He held your hand as he used it to point the cluster of stars out. He continued to point more stars out when he noticed that you seemed to enjoy learning about them. He also noticed that he could see the planet Venus with how clear the night sky was. He began to tell you about how Venus could get hotter than an oven during the day, much hotter than Mercury despite not being as close to the sun, thanks to the clouds that work as insulation to keep the heat in. He continued to talk about the planets as you learned all this new information about the universe.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep against his chest. Only once he was sure that you were passed out did he give you a kiss on the hair, and tell you;

"Thanks for always carin' about me, Love. I really appreciate you, you know that?"

July.29.23

[cxrruptedpens]

𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓝𝓸. 1

Little mini ficlets that focus mainly on Medic and Scout’s relationship in regard to the story. :3

Post-Battle Worries

“You know, liebchen? You surprise me with how worried you get for my safety. I could’ve easily healed this with the medigun.”

A gentle husky laugh sounded off in the medbay. It was the daily dose of battles in a seemingly endless war. Medic had sometimes gotten hurt in his line of support, but his wounds would be enough to stir the protective wrath of the colonel. Scout was tending to a few machete wounds that cut deep in the lieutenant’s arm and midsection, his eyebrows stiff and arched with anger. Not towards Medic, but towards the damn BLU Sniper that managed to get such a hit on him. Damn bastard.

“Ludwig. I’ve every right to be worried for you. You’re already risking your damn life badly enough that I’m concerned whether you’re even considerate for your safety or not. So I won’t apologize if I’m ’too protective’ of you.” Jeremy said with a sigh. His gaze softened as best as it could just to keep his fire extinguished within. If anyone thought Soldier was the angriest or most stoic, wrong. Scout had gained enough backbone that he wouldn’t overreact to insults anymore. If anything…he was barely teased anymore.

The lieutenant just smiled and allowed the younger man to tend to his wounds. With every wrap and tighten of the medical gauze, Medic could see just how dedicated Scout was in keeping his lover alive and well. God forbid anything happened to Medic, he’d let this world burn in vengeance.

“Ah well I suppose that is understandable and I certainly won’t judge you for reacting in such a way. But you should loosen the knot,” Medic said before snorting, pressing a gentle finger to Scout’s forehead, feeling just how fretful his face was, like his skin was resisting the slightest of touches. “Your face will get stuck like that if you continue to frown like that. Can’t have you getting grays early can I?”

Scout felt his tension be lifted a bit from that snark and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Wiping away the leftover blood that had dried, Scout smiled faintly and sighed, taking a breath before looking Medic in the eyes, blue eyes making contact with steel gray ones. Medic was right, he took his war duties a bit too seriously. He wasn’t letting himself breathe after every fight and battle. It was taking a toll on his health. Physically, emotionally, and mentally.

The colonel sighed and embraced the doctor before him, a delicate hand palming the back of the lieutenant’s head in a protective and caring gesture. “Sorry doc. I just can’t bear the thought of losing the one person keeping me sane throughout this entire bullshit.” Jeremy confessed with a soft tone, his voice lowering to nothing short of a whisper as he stared at the infirmary bed they were sitting on before burning holes into the walls.

“No need to apologize, liebe. I find it admirable more than anything.” Ludwig hummed and returned the embrace, one of his hands, free from the rubber gloves, slowly caressing up and down Scout’s back, tracing every contour of muscle that led to a rough patch of skin that was the foundation for a patterned patch of scars. Scout felt his body relax to the touches, even though his mind was still running around and fuming in a raging hellfire, that nagging desire to go through everything to protect his team, his soulmate, creeping about in his head once more…

[coolfireguy73]

Monster/Cryptid TF2 story pt.7

(Read this for context)

(Important author's note at the end, please read)

The night quietly settled over the city, bringing with it a whole new threat. Engi stared at the door in front of him. Any confidence he had a moment ago had evaporated, and he stood there, unsure of what would happen next.

- "Medic." He finally said. On the other side of the door, still sitting in front of it, was a man who didn't even recognize his own name anymore. He didn't answer. - "I know you're listenin'." That was true. Although he stubbornly remained silent, he was very alert to any noises coming from outside his small cell. All the comings and goings, the sound of footsteps, and a few rare monologues. However, he had never heard Engi speak directly to him, which, in a way, surprised him. Engi continued: - "I'm going to open this door, and take you back to the hospital." He paused between each sentence, as if to make sure Medic was indeed listening to him and understood everything he was saying. - "I know you're going to attack me as soon as I open it." He paused again. -"But if you do that, you'll never find your way back to the hospital." He didn't say anything after that. Medic, although strongly affected by what had transformed them all, had not lost all his logical sense. He knew very well that he wouldn't find the hospital by himself. He considered for a moment the idea of killing Engi anyway and shouting for Heavy to help, but if he didn't hear him 3 days ago, why now? That, and he knew Heavy probably wouldn't be able to come for him. After all that time alone (looking for him he assumed) the old torn organs barely keeping him alive must be about to tear apart. Now that he thought about it, he had to go back there. Still thinking about it he felt a slight waft of wind. Concluding that the door had been open, and having made his choice he got up. What he couldn't see was that Engi was carefully watching him, gun in hand. Just in case.

Medic stopped moving. Engi, who was now facing him, clutched his gun in anticipation, but his former colleague didn't move. He stared at him for a few seconds, each more tense than the last, convinced that the next moment Medic would pounce on him like a lion on his prey. But nothing, he was standing there, motionless, bent forward slightly. Engi almost jumped when his comrade turned his head to better listen to him. He himself must have been impatient, why was Engi so silent? Realizing that Medic wasn't planning to attack him, not yet anyway, Engi reached an uncertain hand towards him, keeping an eye on his face, he leaned forward to grab his sleeve, and, gently, brought it back to him. Relieved, and letting the stress slowly go away, he suddenly realized he only had a few minutes before complet nightfall. - "Let's hurry." He didn't start running though, he directed Medic towards the exit. The latter proceeded with a certain restraint, nothing proved to him that this scenarios wasn't a trap, so he remained cautious with each steps.

And that's how the group left the base. The night had already fallen, the air felt colder and the moon illuminated the houses with a weak bluish light. Worried for his life Engie made a decision: - "We'll go through the houses" He said looking up at the dark sky. Doing so would take longer since it wouldn't be a direct path and he would have to warn Medic of any obstacles in his path, but it was the best compromise between bringing Medic back as quickly as possible while avoiding Sniper. He entered the first house, looking worriedly at the roofs of the surrounding houses until he couldn't see them anymore, luckily he didn't see anyone. He would surely be relieved if wasn't holding the hand of another, equally strong threat. So they both sank into almost total darkness, the few rays of moonlight reflected off the suspended dust that filled the rooms. This house, like all the others, was frozen in time, betraying a hasty departure, all the furniture was in its designated place, which made it easier for Engineer, who had to make sure that Medic moved forward smoothly. They exited through the back door, and walked through the next few houses in a similar fashion, occasionally having to enter or exit through a window, which, surprisingly, didn't pose much of a problem for Medic.

-"We are almost there" Engi whispered, his eyes still glued to the rooftops. They inevitably had to spend a few seconds outside between each house, and he dreaded the moment when he would see a distant silhouette, ready to draw an arrow straight into his head. He quickly directed Medic inside the next building. With every second came an extra dose of stress, so far everything was going a bit too well, Engi knew that sooner or later something would happen. He sighed, in a futile effort to keep his anxiety to a minimum, sending dust flying. This house was just as dark as the others, the rooms were still furnished, although the chaotic disposition of some of them suggested that someone run by here at some point, probably being chased by someone else. Also, the ambient smell was different, a visceral, metallic smell, mixed with that of dust and mold. Suddenly, he felt Medic sleeve slip from his hand. He turned to face him, fearing the worst, but Medic was still there and didn't seem to want to attack him. Although he refused to move forward. They both remained in silence. Engi had a hard time discerning Medic in the dark, even though he was right in front of him. He could see the silhouette of his face through the dust that flew in a beam of light that came from outside, creating hundreds of small luminous reflections. Medic seemed to have noticed on something behind him. Engi wanted to speak, to ask him if he had heard something, but preferred to let him listen to the sounds in the room without being bothered by his presence. He lowered his breathing as much as possible as his eyes wandered over the blurry outlines of the objects in the room.

A sudden scream startled him and he looked back at Medic, who had turned his back on Engi and jumped forward, disappearing further into the darkness. Engi couldn't see nothing more than a dark mass on the ground which uttered deep rattles, it took him a moment to recognize that the shadow on the ground in front of him was that of not one, but two people. Medic was trying to strangle what he recognized as Spy. Knowing this situation only too well, Engi grabbed his gun and turned to hit the clone he had correctly guessed was about to attack him, it didn't take long for Spy to get rid of Medic with the help of some clones . Engi swung the butt of his gun in the dark, correctly aiming Spy, who took a few steps back, Engi took the opportunity to grab Medic's arm and run towards the back exit of the house. He opened the door wide open with his shoulder. He blinked several times to help his eyes adapt to this new light level as he tried to move forward, when he was fully adapted he was surprised by a wall of clones blocking the small alley they had exited in. Engi turned around, only to see Spy, knife in hand, ready to attack him, Some clones jumped on medic, he had only a few seconds to react when suddenly... a soft hiss and spy stopped moving, the clones disappeared in a thick cloud of smoke, leaving the alley empty.

An arrow had just missed Engineer by a thread and instead ended it's course in Spy's right eye with just too little force not to pierce through his entire skull. Engi watched him fall to the ground, inert, in a dull sound that lost itself in the silence of the night. Everything became calm again, but not for long, although that arrow saved him, it's presence only indicated one thing, Sniper had found him. He started to run out of the alley and on the main avenue, they were only a few meters from the hospital. He squeezed Medic's wrist to make sure he didn't lose him. Sniper only had time to fire another arrow before they were both out of range, which ricocheted off the fountain in front of the entrance, missing its target.

Out of breath Engi closed the double doors behind him. -"Here we a-" Medic knew exactly where they were, ever since they left, he only hoped for one thing, that Engi would be so naive to walk through the hospital doors with him, that if he didn't try anything on the way, maybe he would let his guard down, and from there... he was easy prey. He jumped on Engi and held him to the ground. The latter tried unsuccessfully to fend off his assailant. He wasn't stupid, of course Medic would try to attack him, why wouldn't he ? But the threat of Sniper made him forget this eventuality. He tried to reach for his weapon which slid on the tiles and out of his reach. Medic grabbed his throat. Engi gasped for air, giving up the idea of retrieving his weapon he tried to loosen the hold Medic had on him, but his grip only only got tighter and tighter. Engi's vision became blurry, it was only a matter of seconds before he would pass out and fall completely at the mercy of Medic.

A deep voice echoed throughout the halls. -"DOCTOR!" A strong voice, though, it sounded weak, like the voice of a man on his deathbed calling for help. Immediately, Medic raised his head, releasing his grip on Engi who took a deep breath. Medic stood silent, listening to the echo of that voice still reasoning in the hallways. After a few seconds, as if he had found something more important to do, Medic sped off towards the stairs and disappeared out of sight.

Out of breath he took a while to get up, waiting for his vision to return to normal. He could hear the frantic run of Medic going towards the top floor. "That voice, it was Heavy's ?" He asked himself. Not curious enough to find out, he took the road back to his base.

(Author's note: I'll be honest, I don't like posting this story. The AU is great and I kinda like the story but the language barrier and the fact that I'm just so bad at writing makes the whole process very stressful. But I don't want to leave it unfinished, I don't like having this thing in the back of my mind. I want to, at least, write the parts I have planed and, if I found one, an ending.

So yeah, I love the cryptids and the concepts but I should never have set myself to write en entire story (in English mind you)

I'll try to stick to drawing after that, I'm very sorry X)

I still hope you enjoyed this chapter even tho this one too is poorly written. And see you in two years for part 8.)

[paranoidginger]

Lab-rat part 15

Tw: Descriptions of Gore, Violence, Panic,

His body betrayed him, numb and loose and heavy. The pressure of his own bodyweight made him ache, his breathing slow and automatic as his body did only the bare minimum to keep him alive.

"Zhe Blu medic did a vonderful job at putting you back togezher, I must admit. Zhe fact zhat he managed to give you new eyes is quite an achievement on its own!" The medic laughed, looking down at Bait's face for a moment. "Such a shame all his hard work is for nozhing. I vonder how long you vould survive if I skinned you down to bare muscle. Zhat's somezhing I've never tried before!" He chuckled a bit more "I could take everyzhing except for zhat pretty face of yours, you know. Zhe Blu spy was a decapitated head in my refrigerator for quite a while. I'm sure I could arrange somezhing similar for once I run out of uses for your body."

Bait could do nothing but listen, frantically looking around for somebody -anybody- to come to his aid. He could feel himself drool slightly, unable to force himself to swallow his own saliva under the effects of whatever it was the Medic had injected him with.

"I zhink once I skin you, I'll remove your muscles individually, by groups. See vich ones ve humans don't really need. Of course, before all zhat, I'll remove your vocal chords. Can't have you screaming vhile I skin you, now can I! Sewing your mouth shut vorked temporarily, but zhat vould be a much better solution. Or maybe I'll just seal your mouth off entirely, I'm sure I could graft a patch of skin over it, zhat vouldn't be so difficult." The doctor continued to speak, laughing as he described what he was planning to do to the clone, the young man's panic unable to be expressed in his paralyzed state... He was going to die, wasn't he... "Or I could simply do both. I don't see vhy I vouldn't."

The Blu Sniper respawned, throwing his hat onto the floor as he paced, swearing to himself. Shit. SHIT! This was his fault, he should have been keeping a better eye on the man- He jumped slightly as a couple of the others respawned as well. The Medic, followed by Heavy and Demoman. The announcement of the Blu team successfully grabbing the enemy intelligence was drowned out as Sniper stopped the Medic, grabbing his sleeve as he walked past.

"I lost 'im- The-the bloody scoundrel got him- I-I couldn't save 'im." The Sniper picked his hat up off of the floor, dusting it off as he clutched it to his chest as he admitted the loss to his Medic.

"V-vhat do you mean? You can't be joking-" The doctor's heart sank as he processed what the Sniper told him. "Scheiße. Go ahead and get back to your spot, mein freund. Keep a look out in case you see anyzhing, zhere is still hope. Ve vill get him back." The doctor left the respawn chamber, leaving the Sniper to his own devices as he bit back stinging tears behind his glasses, his hat crumpled in his hands.

After a moment, Sniper felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Demo, a worried smile on his face.

"The doc knows what he's doin' lad. Ye don' have tae blame yerself. Ye died." The Demoman ushered Sniper out of the respawn chamber, gesturing to one of the benches. "You have a sit, I got an extra bottle o' scrumpy, we can have a drink, an' then go kick those Red bastards' arses!" He went into the supply cupboard, holding up two bottles of alcohol before making his way over to sit beside Sniper, who graciously took one of the bottles uncorking it and taking a long swig, a small tear running down his face. "Chin up, lad, he'll be back." The Demo spoke uncharacteristically softly, gently wiping Sniper's tears with the knuckle of his forefinger before pulling him closer, giving him a small squeeze.

The Blu Medic ran as quickly as he could, trying to think of where the Red team's Medic would keep his captive until the mission was over. The way to the enemy base with the most cover was the sewers, and he knew from experience that the flooded tunnels were the most likely route to take.

He made his way down the stairs, into the flooded tunnels, moving as quickly as he could to hopefully catch up with the enemy Medic. Thankfully, he was correct, catching a glimpse of the man in red as he disappeared around the first bend of the enemy sewers. By the time he had caught up, whatever it was that he had shot the clone full of had begun to wear off, and he had begun to weakly squirm and whimper.

The doctor watched as his counterpart roughly placed Bait onto the floor, propped up against the wall of the little corner platform as he drew and loaded his syringe gun.

"A higher dosage should do zhe trick. Don't go anyvhere." The Red medic teased, examining each of the drugged syringes as he loaded them into the little machine in his hand. Bait's gaze drifted as he spotted his medic from the corner of his eye, another whimper escaping from deep in his chest. The man's head turned as he heard the quiet sloshing of steps behind him, his grin widening as he spotted the Blu medic. "Ohoh! Wunderbar! My creation gets to see anozher one of his friends die! I must say, arzt, you did vell putting my favorite lab rat back togezher! I can't vait to see your handiwork on zhe inside of him."

"He is a human being, Ludwig! Vhat even is all of zhis torture you put him through for? Zhere is no point to it if you just vant to see him suffer!"

"Hah! You consider it human? Mein freund, it came out of a test tube! I doubt it even has a soul. Zhis thing you care so much about is just a copy. It came from nozhing more zhan a blood sample I took from your spy vhile his head was in my possession."

The Blu medic fell silent, anger unlike anything Bait had seen from him plastering itself across his features, his body language, down to the way he began approaching the other Medic. He pulled his bonesaw from his labcoat, rushing the other man and shoving him against the wall, causing him to drop his syringe gun as he grabbed a fistful of the Red Medic's shirt collar and rammed his saw into the soft tissue of the man's stomach.

"You do not get to speak of him zhat way! You are a miserable coward of a man who does nozhing but take pleasure in everyone else's suffering!" The Red medic choked slightly, still grinning as he coughed, wincing.

"S-someone heh... Someone's emotional..." He paused for a moment, taking a shaky breath as he broke eye contact with the other Medic. "Spy, now!" He shouted, despite the blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, soaking through the white of his coat. The next few moments were a blur as Bait watched on in horror. The Red Spy uncloaked himself, moving with the swift precision of a killer.

"Apologies, docteur... I have no intention of becoming his next experiment." He drove his knife into the Blu Medic's back, both Medics collapsing to the floor as the spy shot Bait a short, sympathetic glance before disappearing once again.

Bait looked on, tears streaming down his face as he weakly tried to scoot himself away, the Red medic slowly getting back to his feet. He coughed and winced, growling to himself as he pulled the saw out of himself, grabbing the med kit and tending to himself before picking his syringe gun up from the floor, firing it, yet again at the clone. This time, he did not stay awake...

Part 14

@thatonesimp-e @gravitytrips @realccre

Everything has to get worse before it can get better, isn't that the saying?

[the-little-moment]

The Quiet Part

Words: 1,340

Summary: An injury brings Crosshair back to Kamino, where he says more than he means to. This is pre Order 66.

I didn't realize I never shared this story on Tumblr! If you've read it on Ao3, it has been significantly polished since then.

Crosshair slowly pulled free from the embrace of the anesthesia, opening his eyes to take in the familiar, white walls of the Tipoca City medbay. Someone was bustling around the bed behind him while a med droid made its stilted way down the aisle at his feet. When he turned his head, he saw Senna, back turned to him as she typed at the rolling desk beside his bed. The doctor turned at the sound of him shifting against the sheets, and, as a gentle smile spread across her face, Crosshair felt an unfamiliar warmth fill his chest.

Senna stood from her stool to sit on the edge of Crosshair's bed, smiling when he looked up at her with strangely soft eyes. “How do you feel, dear?”

The sniper blinked slowly, brow furrowing as he seemed to digest the complex question. “Fine.” His voice was rough from sleep. 

“That’s good.” Senna brushed his hair into place. “Everything went well. You should be back up in a couple days.” 

“Okay.” A moment passed while he gazed up at her, as if seeing her for the first time. Her large, dark eyes, brown skin, and crown of braided, black hair. The diamond-shaped tattoos on her cheeks. “Sen?”

“Yes, dear?”

“You’re really pretty.”

Through the warm haze, her eyes widened in surprise, then crinkled in another unusually beautiful smile. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She chuckled as she brushed his hair again and Crosshair leaned into her hand. “Somebody’s still a little loopy from the anesthesia, huh?” 

“Nooo,” Crosshair sighed, eyelids beginning to droop. “You’re the prettiest girl I know.”

Senna leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I think you’re pretty too," she whispered. She bit back a laugh as he smiled, eyes closed.

“Hmm, when I’m better, we should get married," the sniper murmured. "That’d be nice.” Crosshair missed the look of shock on the doctor’s face, drifting off to the bright sound of her laughter. 

Three days later, Crosshair was sitting on an exam table in his fatigues as Senna gave him a final scan. The others would be back to pick him up in six hours and he couldn’t wait to get out of here. A fractured clavicle had landed him back on Kamino after he’d had to wade into a fight to save Tech’s distracted ass from a B2. The clanker’s arm had come down on Crosshair’s shoulder, cleanly snapping both his cuirass and the bone and almost causing him to faint from the burst of white-hot pain. The rest of the Batch had dropped him off here for surgery, then been redeployed while Crosshair recovered. He gritted his teeth at the memory of Wrecker's cheery, "Get well soon!"

Senna hummed in satisfaction as the readings came up on her monitor. “Everything looks good, dear. I’m marking you fit for duty.”

“Thank kriff,” the sniper sighed, incredibly ready to get back into his armor. He lowered himself from the table, trying to ignore the lingering twinge in his collarbone that was further clouding his mood. He hated being trapped here, even with Senna’s company, while the others were out there, no doubt getting into trouble without him. In his periphery, Bern and another medic, Jib or something, Crosshair remembered him vaguely from just before he was sedated, entered the room. Their conversation stopped as they saw Crosshair. Then the other medic grinned.

“Glad to see you back up, loverboy.”

Crosshair’s head swung to pin the man with a venomous glare. “What?”

The vaguely familiar medic winked. “Don’t worry about it. We all think the doc’s pretty, don’t we, Bern?” Crosshair heard Senna snort behind him.

Bern gave the other medic a look of disdain, his sense of professionalism, or maybe irritation with his coworker, overcoming his longtime feud with the surly sniper. He picked up the tray of instruments that he’d come for, shoving them into the other man’s chest. “I think you have something better to be doing than antagonizing patients, Jab.” 

“You’re right, I need to be working on my proposal if I want to live up to his.”

Senna shook her head at the medic as he practically waltzed from the room, loudly humming an offkey love song. Bern threw an apologetic look over his shoulder as he followed.

“Don’t mind Jab, dear,” she said, turning back to Crosshair, “he’s just…” The doctor trailed off as she took in his look of dull horror. “Cross?”

Crosshair blinked twice, deep red beginning to creep up his ears, before he turned on his heel and stalked from the medbay.

“Cross?” Senna sighed as she stood at the door of the Batch's barracks. Her shift had just ended and Crosshair's brothers were due to pick him up in thirty minutes. She knocked again, then pressed the buzzer. “Can I please come in?” When there was still no response, Senna frowned. "Crosshair, I am coming in." She used her override code to open the door and stepped down into the darkened room to stand with her arms folded across her chest.

The sniper was seated on his narrow bunk, back in his armor, kit beside him like some impatient traveler at a space dock. Senna's brows lifted at his glower. “You alright?”

She watched him slowly grind his toothpick between his teeth. Then, like it was being dragged out of him, “What exactly did I say?”

Senna lowered her arms, trying not to grin at him and make things worse as she crossed the room to join Crosshair on the bed. It was telling that he didn't move to make room for her. “Nothing too bad," she said as she settled. "You told me I was pretty.” The doctor chuckled. “The prettiest girl you know.”

That was clearly not what he wanted to hear. “Has no one ever told you that before?” the sniper grumbled, barely moving his mouth around his surely pulverized toothpick, refusing to look at her.

“Hmm," Senna conceded, "once or twice. And, like Jab said, you did say we should get married. ‘It’d be nice’,” she couldn’t resist deepening her voice to tease him a little. After all, it wasn't every day that Crosshair cracked. Out of all his batch, he was the least soft, and even if that recent slip of affection was only due to his medicated state, she'd take it.

Crosshair’s ears were turning red again. He shifted uncomfortably on the bunk. “People say stupid shit when they’re on drugs,” he mumbled. 

Senna softened at his embarrassment. It wasn't surprising. There was a reason she'd decided to keep their little moment to herself. Well, herself, Bern, and Jab, unfortunately. She still needed to have a word with the cheerful medic about patient discretion.

“Oh, I’ve had plenty of medbay proposals, dear. I just wasn’t expecting one from you.”

There was a long pause while the sniper seemed intent on the scribbles in his brother’s bunk across the room. His next words surprised her. “What did you say?”

Senna's eyebrows lifted slightly as she dropped her gaze from the side of his face to consider her folded hands. “That I’d think about it. That you might feel a little differently about it later.” She watched Crosshair fondly as a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Just a little.” 

“There is a recording, you know, if you ever want to watch it.”

He glanced over at her and grimaced, the line beside his nose deepening as his lip pulled back. “What, and stew in my humiliation? No, thanks.”

Senna chuckled. “Is it so humiliating to tell someone that you love them?” She smiled as Crosshair rolled his eyes. He finally pulled his toothpick from his mouth and turned to face her, careful not to spear the doctor on his sharp pauldron. 

“Next time, I’m going in unsedated." The words were punctuated by his toothpick. "No pain could be worse than this.”

The doctor laughed as she rose to kiss his cheek. “Next time, Mister Dramatic, you should just duck.”

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@bad-batch-lurker

[thegoodclones18]

Our Sniper (Part 8)

Prolog- An old friend of yours comes to join the battle and tries to get to know you more. When Konig return back things begin to get more complicated as Ghost and Konig start acting weird again and being more possessive towards you.

Warning- Language, Tiniest bit of smut, violence, angst

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The next day you were at the medic room for a check “Alright your vitals look good and  your blood pressure is perfect .” Said the nurse as she smiled “I can tell you have been eating Snipe .” She said as she looked at you “Yeah I didn’t want to pass out today .” You said as she was checking your heartbeat  “Anything  special happening ?” She asks as she checks the back “An old friend is stopping by to get some stuff.” You said and smiled as the nurse sits in her chair “That’s good news “ she said as you get up and stretch “Nice to see you again .” You said as you left the room. 

     You walked to the main area and you saw people crowding around something. You walked over and stood next to Soap “Looks like your friend is here .” Said Soap as the car door opened and you smiled under your mask. A German Shepard got out and instantly went to you as it wagged its tail and jumped on you as it was licking you. You rubbed the dog's back and ears as you accepted the dog's kisses “I missed you too Riley .” You said and kissed the dog's head as it got down and kept wagging its tail and barking at you. People were talking and awning at the dog as Ghost pets the dog as well. Riley jumped on Ghost making him fall back and licked him more than how he liked you “Aww looks like someone missed their daddy .” You said as Ghost looked at you in shock. Ghost blushed and smirked as he liked how you said it but was cut off as Riley was licking the hell out of him. You smiled and looked over to see a person getting out. “He’s not the only person who missed you .” Said a male voice, you smiled and giggled “Hey Keegan .” You said as he leaned on the door as other people got out. People began to fangirl as the boys about the squad that came to the base.  Ghost picked up Riley as he was covered in slobber and fur you looked at Ghost and laughed a little “Need help ?” You asked as you tried to get Riley off of him “Nah I’m good .” He said as he looked over and saw Keegan looking at you. Ghost tilted his head a little and hooded his eyes more as he looked back at you. 

    You looked at Ghost and felt a shiver as he looked like he was going to either kill you or fuck you till you couldn’t walk anymore. “Ghost, stop trying to intimidate her .” Said Soap as he looked at Soap who was petting Riley. You shook it off and walked over to Keegan and hugged him “Hey snipe .” He said as he lifted you off the ground a little from the hug “You still small as ever “ he said, making you blush and trying to push him off “I’m not small jackass !” You said as you laughed. Keegan placed you back down and walked over to Price  and shook his hand “Keegan .” Said Price as he nods “Captain .” Said Keegan nodding as well. You saw them talk for a while before they walked somewhere you went to Riley and kept petting him you smiled and walked out of the base to get some fresh air. You could still feel Ghost’s gaze on you. “Simon .” Said Soap as Ghost looked at him “Are you, alright mate ?” He asked as Ghost nods Soap knew that he was protective of you but never jealous “Alright, I was just making sure because you seem distracted.” he added as he pats Ghost's shoulder and goes back to work.

      You sat in the field and lay on the grass as the breeze felt nice today like spring. You saw something blocking the sunlight as you looked over to see Riley sitting there wagging his tail. You smiled and pet Riley as he was laying on his back and leaning on you “Looks like he missed his dog mom .” Said a voice as you heard footsteps approach you. You looked over to see Keegan and smiled as he sat behind you and placed his head on top of yours. “It’s been a while since I saw you .” He said as he took his mask off and moved over and sits beside you. You took off your face mask and looked at him and smiled “Still can’t believe that you are still here .” He said as he ruffled your hair. You laughed and secretly missed him as you two used to be close friends. “You still look beauti-“ “Keegan .” Said Ghost interrupting as he walked over. You looked over to see Ghost approaching you two. Keegan cursed under his breath “Yes .” He said getting up and putting his mask on “Shepherd would like to see you .” said Ghost as he walked over and helped you up as you grabbed his arm and stood up. “Alright .” Said Keegan through his teeth as he looked at you and said “I’ll talk to you later .” He said as he walked by Ghost and glared at him and continued to walk to the base.

    You looked at Ghost who was looking at him then at you “I don’t trust him.” Said Ghost as you scoffed “So you trust anyone?” You said as you let go but Ghost's hand was still on your arm “I’m serious.” He said as you resized that he wasn’t being an ass this time. You sighed and shook your head as you tried to pull away “Ghost let go please .” You said as he does and sighs. You knew that he was just watching over you and protecting you the best that he can as you cut him some slack and looked at him and smiled a little “Can you do something for me?” You asked as he looks at you in response. You looked at his mask and shook your head “never mind.” You said as you put your face mask back on. Ghost looks confused as he was wondering what you were going to ask then he noticed you putting your face mask on and realized what you wanted to ask. He looks around as he then took his mask off and looks at you “Hey.” He said as you looked at him and smiled softly under the mask. You tilted your head to the side a little as you placed your hand on his cheek as your thumb was touching a scar on his face “you still look handsome  as ever .” You said as your eyes trailed to his lips then back at his eyes. Riley begins to bark snapping the two of you back to reality as Ghost puts his mask back on. 

     You both look over to see a cadet walking over to the both of you “Ma’am you are asked to be in a meeting .” Said the cadet as Riley walks to Ghost and gets ear rubs “Thank you.” You said as the cadet saluted you and began to walk away. You sigh as you turn around to see that Ghost was closer to you now. Mask to mask you blush as he holds the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss. You pull away and blush “I um I gotta go .” You said as Ghost tilts his head a little making you blush even more as you groaned and begin to walk away hearing ghost chuckle a little.

     You continued to walk down the hallway and went inside a room to see Price and Keegan with a couple of new faces. You stood next to someone random and waited for everyone to get settled. You felt someone put their hands on your waist and you looked over to see a very familiar person in a hood “Konig ?” You said smiling as he pulls you more back till you were at his chest “Did you miss me ?” He asked as you turned around and faced Konig. You were happy that he dragged you both to the most shadow part of the room as you went under the hood and pulled your face mask down and kissed him. You smiled as he holds you close you got out of his hood and looked back into his eyes “Why are you here so early ?” You asked as he kept his hands on your waist and you turned back around to see that the meeting was starting. Konig whispers in your ear “Because the mission was already done and they sent us back home .” He said as Price began to talk. You look over to see Ghost walking in with Soap as they stood near Price and made sure everyone was paying attention. “So the next mission is based on a factory that the Russians have taken over and are making more weapons and such. The biggest problem is what is going on inside the lab .” Said Price as he pulls up a picture of a glass chamber and yellow fog in it “The lab is producing a poison gas that can cause people to die in a 50-mile radius.” added Price as people began to murmur “Fucking hell .” you said as Konig looks at you the back at Price. “The main problem is the tanks .” He said as a picture of a truck with a tank on it shows up “These hold the poison inside and if that blows up in or lets the gas out into the village that a  team will be staying in, gets loose . Everyone will die without a doubt .” said Price as pulls up another picture of peoples faces and which team there is on. “Team leader for Squad 1 is -Ghost with the people being Snipe, Konig, Soap, and Keegan .” He said as Konig smiled and looked at you smiling.  

     As Price continues to list off the squad leaders and the people that are going to be in that squad you felt Konig hold you close until the meeting was over and done with. People begin to walk out as Keegan grabs the back of your jacket and pulls you back slightly “And where are you going ?” Asked Keegan as your squad was around the table with Price “Oh.” You said and walked over to the table. You lean on the table as Price pulls up blueprints of the factory and lab. Keegan stood by you as price went over the plan with you being the one to stop the machine and the rest as a kill and search.  “Any questions?” Asked Price as he puts the blueprints away, you shook your head as Konig kept his eyes on you and smiled. You began to walk out as Konig pulled you to the side as Price, Keegan, Soap, and Ghost left. You sat on the table as Konig made sure that the coast was clear before he walked over and took his hood off as pulled off you as you two began to kiss. “I missed you so much .” He said as you moaned into the kiss a little and pulled on his hair a little. König kisses your neck as you gasp a little feeling his teeth nipping at your neck. You closed your eyes and smiled loving the feeling of König’s lips and teeth on you. He pulls away as he begins to take his shirt off “Wait for Konig “ you said as pull his shirt down he tilted his head as he was confused “In the bedroom .” You said as he nodded and picked you up you put the hood on him and your mask back on.

  When you two get to the bedroom he begins to undress and so do you leaving you two only in your undergarments. Konig pines you to a wall and begins to go even tougher on you leaving bite marks on your neck and collarbone “König ~.” You said as you grabbed his cheek and kissed him “I -“ there was a knock at the door cutting you off König rolled his eyes and puts on sweatpants as he opens the door “Is Snipe there?” asked Keegan as König looks over to see the need in your eyes and am the state that you were at “No I’ve never seen her.” He said, looking at him. Keegan looked at König as if he never fully met him “If you do see her tell her that I need to talk with her .” said Keegan as Konig nods and closes the door and then whispers in your ear “Get on the bed quietly .” He said as he looked at you with his eyes hovered. You nod and begin to walk to the bed and sit on your knees as Konig hears footsteps disappear. Konig looks at you and chuckles “Good girl .” He said as he walks over and rubs his head then yawns. You smiled as you knew that he was happy to see you but was tired at the same time. “König .” You said as he gets on the bed and kisses your neck and gropes your breast making you blush. He looks at you “You tired .” You said as Konig shook his head like a little kid and yawned again “I’m not .. “ he said as you rubbed his head and all the muscles in his body suddenly relaxed “Ok maybe I am .” He said as you lay down and he lays behind you. He looks like wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him. You were happy that your boyfriend was home safely as you slept. 

     The next day you were at the lunch area as you sat next to König as he was eating his food. You look down  to see Riley’s head on your lap “Who’s that?” Asked König as he looked at him and continued to eat Riley lowed and growled “It’s ok Riley he's friendly.” You said as Riley walked over to Konig and sniffled his hand and wagged his tail. You smile as König pets Riley and even gave him some of his breakfast. A couple of people sat at your table as you looked around to see that it was Keegan, Ghost, and Price with Gaz. You continue to eat as König holds onto your waist as Ghost sits beside you. You smiled as you continued to eat as you felt Keegan’s eyes on you “So about the mission I was thinking that maybe Snipe could be the one to destroy the tank.” Said Keegan as Price looked at him and then at you as you looked at him and then Keegan “ I mean I’ve never really disarmed a bomb in years, maybe in my cadet years.” You said as you swallowed a piece of bread. “Are you still able?” He asked as König looks at Ghost who looks back at him and we were talking with their eyes to each other.

     When you were done eating you walked to put your tray away as you yawned. You help a person grab your waist as you flinch a little as you look up to see that it was König. You smiled a little as you blushed, also feeling him pull you closer to him as you two began to walk out of the lunch area. König kept close as you two went into your shared barrack he closed the door and looks over to see that you were on the bed laying down. “So I heard that the Ghost squad came over.” He said as you looked over at him “Yeah just for a while .” You said as König walked over and sat next to you “Who was that person ?” He asked as you laid your head on his lap “Keegan Russ .” You said as you yawned, “He’s an old friend.” You said as König nodded. “How did you two meet ?” He asked, rubbing his head “Well before I met you guys and the 141 I was a spy for the marines and they thought I was a terrorist, and yeah. We met by him shooting me in the leg and then having to chase my ass down because they didn’t know I was on their side .” You said smiling to yourself as you showed a scar on your calf. He chuckles and kisses your head “Let’s  just get some rest  darling .” He said as his eyes closed and König began to sleep.

        The next day you woke up on König’s bare chest and looked up at him to see that he was on the information device. You sat up and stretched as König put the tablet down and pays attention to you as you got up and walked over to the dresser to grab some sweatpants. König grabs the pants and holds them up “König!” You said blushing as you were in a baggy t-shirt and your panties. He chuckles as you were jumping up to grab them “Come on, give them back .” You said as you leaned on his chest “Why should I ?” He said holding onto your waist. You had a sly mark on your face “Or I will walk around in only my panties .” You said as that caught him off guard and you grabbed your sweatpants and put them on. You tried them and help him grab your neck and pull you to him with your back pressed against his stomach. “I’m the only one around here  to see that darling understands me .” He said as he blushed and whimpered a little as he tightened the grip “Am I understood?” He said as you nod, “Yes I understand König.” You said as he let go of your neck. You gasp for air as you look over at him as he gets ready as well. You blush as you put on a shirt and sit on the bed as you begin to tie your boots.  König walks over and grabs your cheek as he sighs you look up at him “I’m sorry, I just don’t want to imagine my daring showing off.” He said as you leaned more into his touch “König .” you said as he looks at you “I. I kinda liked you being possessive.” You said blushing as he moved his hand to your chin and chuckled “I know darling .” He said as he leaned in to kiss you but then there was a knock at the door.

    You two got up and went to it and opened it to see that it was only Ghost “You ok Ghost ?” You said as you walked out of the room and König followed “Yeah I’m just getting you guys because we’re heading to the village.” He said as he stretched his arms. You looked confused as you saw that Könog was holding your and his bags. “I packed it while you were asleep .” He said smiling under the hood as you rolled your eyes and smiled as you went back inside and put your face mask on then walked back out grabbed onto your bag and followed Ghost. 

     You saw cars parked as Keegan was putting Riley in one then walked over and smiled “Hey sleepy head .” He said smiling as he crosses his arms “Don’t die out there.” He said as he pulls you into a hug. It caught you off guard a little bit you hugged back “Same to you.” You said as then Price yelled out that it was time to go. You jogged over to where König was and entered the van as well with Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and other people that are joining. You sat near König as the area was kinda packed causing your anxiety to heighten a little. As the car began to take off you held onto König’s arm as he rubbed your arm. There was some talking but not too much. You looked out of the window watching the building go by. You looked across from you as two soldiers were looking at you and then talking to each other. You rolled your eyes as you laid your head on König’s arm as he looked out the window “Is there a problem?” asked Ghost as the two soldiers stopped talking and straightened up. “No sit.” said one of them as the other one scoffed “I just think it's funny how a Russian is working with us,” they said as they leaned forward a little bit and looked at you. “It doesn't matter she is still your sergeant,'' said Ghost as he knew that your anxiety was rising. “But what is she still working for-“ “I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH, “ said Ghost as everyone in the van jumped a little. König woke up and looked over to see that you were still and yet shaking a little “Now you rather apologize to her or I will rip you out of the Army.” He said as the soldier glared at you.

    The car drive ended as people began to walk out “Russian bitch .” He said as he walked out leaving you to be the last one to leave. When you got out people were crowding around in a circle as a fight broke out. You walked over to see that König was punching the soldier nonstop as his fist was getting covered in blood. “König! “ you said as you ran over and tried to pull him off. His elbow hit you in the face and you fell back a little on the rubble everyone stopped including him as they all gasped. He looked over to see that your facemask fell off but blood was going down your chin as you sat up.  You looked around “ Crap…” said Ghost as he whistled for the medic as he went over to you and kneeled down he got a rag and placed it on your nose applying pressure on it as you hissed in pain “Darling I…” said Konig as he steps closer. Ghost glares at him as König steps back a little. You could see how hurt König was as he steps back a little and relaxed as Ghost picks you up “ König it's ok .” you said as you walked over to him and tried to hold his hand. He shakes a little as he moves back more “I .. I need a break .” he said as he kicks the soldier one more time in the gut and walks off. You knew he needed some time as you sigh and just let him walk away.

       You were in the medic room as the doctor was fixing up your nose that was split open “Is he ok ?” You asked as Ghost groaned in annoyance “Yes he is fine, for the 20th fucking time .” He said as you knew that König was told about what happened in the van. You rolled your eyes as the medic was done and you stood up as you quickly and went to the door. Ghost grabs your arm “Snipe “ he said as you looked at him “I need to talk to him or else he will blame himself and might go missing .” You said as you glared at him. He lets go of your arm and you put your mask on then go outside and look for König. You looked around to find him sitting under a tree “König..” you said as he flinched and looks up at you. He wiped his eyes as he sniffled “What .” He said in a whimpering tone . You sigh as you sit next to him and lean on his shoulder “I didn’t-“ “It’s ok .” You said as you looked at him. His eyes were watery as he had been crying for a few minutes. You placed your hand on his cheek and smiled softly as you lifted up his hood and placed it over his helmet. He kept his eyes on you as he was kind of calmed down.  He kisses you softly as you smile he holds the back of your  head as he deepens the kiss more “I’m so fucking sorry .” He said as he held you close. You rub his neck as you begin to comfort him. 

        After some hours you and König went back to the car area to see that Ghost and Soap were waiting for you guys. “Are you guys ready to head to the village ?” Asked Ghost as Soap nodded and you felt König hold onto your waist as he nodded “Yeah .” you said as you smile and Ghost nods “Let’s get going then.”

[buckysmith]

Ok gf, here's my request

My personal HC is that I'm the newbie of the team (Corpman [medic] and sniper). Most of the time, I act as support given my other duties. After the events of Ghost Team, TF 141 is captured and tortured by Graves momentarily (Los Vaqueros will break them out) but not until Graves, erm... r@pes my OC. Shit goes down and she's also injured and therefore not present for the Countdown mission (when they stop Hassan). A month later she's on the recovery but still has PTSD. Price and her hook it up then, but take things slow

Now to my ask. Several months after Hassan was killed, Price and my OC are living a secret affair (hidden even from the boys, and especially Laswell and Norris!). But see, Soap notices a hickey on her and she denies it. So the scottish boy undergoes investigations to find out who's the lucky lad. At first he thinks it's Ghost and he's like "Ey mate, cheers on hitting it with x". But Simon is confused, because it isn't him. And it certainly isn't Gaz or Price (right?!). So the boys try to find out, and for weeks, my OC tries to twart them off

When it doesn't work, she turns to König (who is her best friend, and also platonic soulmate). Everyone's been kinda shipping them since they both speak german and get along well. I like to think that König scares people with his height (even though he's really bashfull), but my OC is the one to unwind him

So, could I get my OC asking König (in german, but you don't have to write it obviously) to pretend to be her boyfriend. and he gets all flustered. she holds his hand, and explains she has to do this to get them off her back. Also, i like to think he gives her sweet german nicknames like Maus (mouse), Liebling (Darling), Schatzli (little treasure, this one is swiss lol)

btw you're a queen. good luck with your studies <3

Price x Oc/reader

I shouldn’t write fanfics- I’m terrible at it … (oh and thank you !!)

Oh, and I’m sorry for my German- if there’s something wrong please let me know!!!!

TW

Not directly mentioning of r@pe but it happened to the “reader/OC”, PTSD, no mentioning of body parts but reader uses she/her,hers pron

Months had passed since you had gone through your personal hell, but the memories still hunted you and every single time you closed your eyes, you could feel him, you could smell him, you could hear his filthy voice rasping dirty shit in your ear, that pain you felt, the burning in your muscles. Everything. It was still there and no matter what you did, it just didn’t disappeared.

You had to force yourself back into reality when Soap and Gaz asked you if you were alright cause you snapped out of the conversation when soap accidentally mention his name, which you responded with a quick yes.

But you were in fact not, but that weren’t their problem, not something they should have to deal with.

“Excuse me for a moment” is all you say before you leave the boys behind.

You don’t know how, but you end up in front of your captain’s office, not an unfamiliar place if you want to be honest to yourself. You found yourself quite often here in the couple of months, especially at night.

You don’t even have to knock, before you hear your captains voice demanding you to step inside.

He doesn’t even have to look up from his paperwork, to know who just stepped inside his office.

“Look who just found her way into my office, how did I get the honor that you visit me at such an hour sweetheart?” His voice is rough, his office’s smells like his favorite cigars and himself. It’s enough to ease your mind, and to relax yourself enough to feel comfortable to sit yourself on his couch.

“You had a flashback, didn’t you darling” it wasn’t even a question, he knew that you had ‘em, he knew that you cried yourself to sleep, that you washed your body with almost burning hot water everyday to get rid of the feelings of his hands. His eyes met yours as you forced yourself to look at him.

His face may not seemed to care, but his eyes did and it didn’t took him ten seconds for him to get to you, kneeling in front of you, asking if its okay for you that he takes your hand. He was always so careful, even before it happened to you, but after that, it seemed he even got more carefully than ever before.

It’s his hand that makes your heart skip a beat as he gently strokes over your hand with his tumb, not saying a single word while you stare at his hand.

“ If you need a time out you just have to tell me and don’t say you don’t need it, you know I wasn’t happy that you came back to us just two weeks after that… I can take my time off too, so that you don’t have to be alone” his voice is gentle, he almost whispers his voice and no matter how gentle they are it somehow hurts you.

You don’t want time off, you don’t want to be alone with your thoughts, in the field you can at least get your mind on something else.

“You know I don’t want that…”

You can hear him sigh, before he stands up to lay his hand on your head. “I knew you would say that…. That’s why I made sure that you have someone with you you trust, that I trust and that speaks your language”

It takes you a couple of seconds to really understands what he means. “He should arrive any minute, I guess in hangar two, you should say hello to our lovely king ”

“King?” You ask. What does he mean with king you don’t know a ki- “ König! You mean König, don’t you !?” His innocent grin is enough to make you jump up from the couch, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek before running out of his office like a roadrunner.

A couple of weeks had passed since your best friend arrived at your base and soap made his way trough every single soldier, asking them if they were your secret little affair. It made you giggle to know that ghost was the first subject of Soaps little mission, out of all, it was ghost he thought you would have more than a friendship with.

You even tried to gaslight him into thinking he was your secret affair… he thought about it, but he couldn’t remember anything, especially not giving you a hickey.

You’re leaning against König as you watched soap practically staring at you both, you knew you wouldn’t get away with it, not before that child in a mans body had what he wanted. Answers on your secret boyfriend.

So you came up with a plan, and since König and you were able to speak in a language nobody else but you two could, you didn’t even need to leave to plan your little plan.

"König mein Schatz, was hälst du davon dich wie mein Freund zu benehmen?” (König Darling, what do you think about acting like your my boyfriend) His eyes met yours in seconds, you couldn’t see his face but you knew he was red as a cherry under that mask “Du willst dass ich dein Freund spiele? Dein Freund bringt mich um…” (You want me to play your boyfriend? Your boyfriend is going to kill me)

“Mach dir darüber keine Sorgen” (don’t worry about it)

So with a plan you both only have to play along.

It first starts with you holding his hand while you walk around the base, then you also hold it while you both eat, then his nicknames for you start.

“Mausi, could you please pass me the salt?”

“Nein Schatz, that doesn’t taste good, don’t eat it”

Or while training.

He has you pinned down, while soap, price, ghost and Gaz watches you both fighting.

“Ich bin sowas von tot ” (I’m so dead)

You may not had seen the staring from your boyfriend, but König definitely felt it, he knew that he was in great danger.

But your little plan worked, as Soap was now sure that you and König are dating, which ended his annoying questioning.

.

.

.

.

.

You’re standing in front of your best friend, looking up to him while he stares down, petting your head like your a dog.

“Es war schön, dich hier zu haben, mein Freund, ich hoffe, wir sehen uns bald”

(It was nice to have you here my friend, I hope we see us soon )

“Ich fand es auch schön hier zu sein ” (I also liked being here)

He leaves before you can answer him, knowing he wouldn’t come to visit you in quite a time, but maybe you would see each other in the field.

“So your boyfriend left us, hmm.” You can feel strong arms warping themself around your waist, gently pulling you to a warm chest. "Seems like it” you hum in response. " but we don’t want you to be lonely at night, don’t we my Schatz” his accent destroys the mood that had tense up between you too, only for him to mumble a few slurs.

(I’m going with my usual style haha, sorry for that)

- So you now sitting on his bed, him standing between your legs while he has his fingers under your chin, lifting it up so he can look into your eyes

- his thumb gently stroking over your lip as he scans every single pore of your face

- in his eyes your holy

- “you don’t know how much it angered me to see you with him”

- you can’t but grin over his jealousy

- he’s cute when he’s jealous, especially when he doesn’t have too

- you know Königs wife, she’s just as cute as an angel, even allowed him to play your boyfriend for a couple of weeks

- his eyes meet yours as he growls about that it’s not funny

- gently pressing you on the mattress

- asking you if it’s okay if he shows you how much he wants you

- how much he wants to be inside of you

- to show you how much he wants to breed to

- to mark you as his own

- so that nobody would ever say that they belong to you

- to show soap and Gaz that they were wrong

- to make you his wife

- this night everyone will know that König as in fact not your boyfriend

- but you also disturbed soap , Gaz and even ghost with it

- cause well- who forgot to look the door?

- no no ofc it wasn’t price, how could you think that

- price office wasn’t the best place to fuck… for price it was cause know nobody would dare to say something again

[feyre-darling92]

Lost Without you

Obi-Wan x reader

T/W: Alright, this is not going to be an easy read, so prepare yourselves, major character death, grief, bad writing, let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: This is based on the episode from Clone Wars “Deception” (S4 Ep15)

Also, Obi-Wan and reader are already in a relationship in this one.

Word Count: 1,482

I was running with Obi-Wan on the rooftop, trying to find the sniper when I heard a shot.

We both stopped and I tried to find where the shot had come from.

I hadn’t realized what had happened until I saw Obi-Wan falling and this was the last time my heart beat.

“Obi-Wan!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “No, no, no” I couldn’t breathe as I rushed to his side, unable to accept the emptiness of his force signature.

“Obi-Wan, answer me” I cried shaking him gently, “please” I sobbed.

“I can’t do this”. My senses screamed that this was pointless, but I couldn’t stop.

“Y/N” Ashoka placed a hand on my shoulder, “I am sorry”

“No” I screamed and hugged his lifeless body, unable to let go.

I heard Anakin coming close but I couldn’t make out what he was saying, all I could focus on was Obi-Wan’s body.

I continued crying and sobbing when I felt two hands grabbing me and dragging me away from him.

“No, no, Anakin” I tried to resist but I couldn’t, “Please, I beg you” I screamed again and tried to get out of his grasp but he was too strong.

“Hey, hey” Anakin tried to block my vision from Obi-Wan’s body, and only when he forced me to look at him did I see his pained expression. “I am sorry, Y/N. But you have to let me help you”

“Obi-Wan” I cried, this time my voice cracking from the screaming, “I can’t - I can’t breathe” I tried to grasp on him, I just couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“Y/N. Y/N!” Anakin’s voice sounded in the distance even though he was in front of me.

“I can’t-”

And there was darkness.

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I opened my eyes, the white ceiling of the medical room and the beeping sound of a machine being the first things I saw and heard.

“Y/N, how are you feeling?” I turned to see Anakin standing in a chair next to my bed.

“Anakin” a weak and cracked voice came out of me and I reached for his hand. He took it and held it, reminding me that he was here with me.

Anakin was the closest thing I had to a brother, him and Ashoka being the only ones who knew about me and Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan.

The love of my life.

I had lost him. I was lost without him. What was I going to do now?

“How many days-”

“Just eight hours”

“T-thank you”

“Just know that- that whatever you need I’ll be here for you. Alright?”

Ι couldn’t speak so you nodded.

He started to say something but the medical droid came into the room.

“I will come and take you for the- Is that ok?”

Ι felt a knot in my throat. I still can’t believe this.

I watched him as he exited the room. I was now completely alone.

The medical droid said I was fine but I would have to take some pills for my nerves and some sedatives to help me sleep.

I left not being able to think of what to do so I just went to my room.

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Two hours later I heard a knock on my door.

“Y/N, it’s me” I heard Anakin’s voice. He waited for a little and came in. “Are you ready?” he asked softly and I nodded.

He helped me get up from where I was sitting and I followed him silently.

When we arrived I felt the breath leaving my lungs.

I didn’t hear a word from what was being said all I could think about was him laying here- he didn’t deserve it. It should be me, it should be someone else, just not him!

During Master Yoda’s speech I couldn't even stand by myself, Anakin had to hold me.

And when they lowered the grave and I had lost him forever I lost a part of myself, a wound that would never heal.

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I returned to my room and sat on the bed.

I took off the ring he had given me, the best we could do as we couldn’t marry, and held it in my palm.

And then I cried. I cried as I never have before, pain, grief, anger, hate, all the forbidden emotions coming at once, with no one to comfort me. No one to tell me that everything was going to be okay. No one to tell me that we have each other and that’s enough.

I allowed myself three days to grieve. Even if I wanted more I couldn't, having caused too much suspicion already.

So when I returned to my everyday routine, back to normal everyone thought that I had forgotten it. That I’d be fine.

And in the end, I tried to convince myself that even though nothing would be as it was I had to accept the new reality. ------------------------------------------------

I had taken the mission that was available trying to make myself forget and it seemed to work pretty well. I was on a small planet, my mission retrieving some information that had been stolen.

I was on my way back when I felt something strange through the force. I tried to ignore it but when we landed this feeling only became stronger.

The first person I spotted was Anakin talking to someone.

“Anakin!” I shouted happy to see him, I was missing for weeks, unable to contact anyone.

“Y/N” Anakin shouted and only when he turned to me I was able to see who was the one he was talking to.

I dropped my bag and the suffocating feeling came back just like this day.

“Y/N” Obi-Wan slowly approached me and I backed away from him.

No, no this couldn’t be happening.

He must have seen that I had trouble breathing because he rushed to my side and put his arms on my shoulders trying to steady me.

I hadn’t realized I was shaking.

“Don’t!” I gasped, “Don’t touch me” I said.

He was real. His beard hadn’t grown, and his hair was shorter but he was here.

“Please, Y/N. Breathe”

“Don’t tell me to breathe!”

“Please sweetheart, calm down” he begged me, it was the first time I saw him so broken.

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” I shouted.

Thankfully, no one except Anakin was there to hear me but I didn’t care. I didn’t give a damn.

"I thought I lost you" I yelled and tried to push him back but his grip on my shoulders was tight.

He looked at me with a pained and broken expression, his blue eyes, the eyes I loved, I could get lost to, showing me his regret.

But at this point, I didn't care.

"I saw you die!" I sobbed and punched him in the chest trying to push him away, but again he did nothing.

"I felt you dying!" I hit him again and when I once again received nothing for a response I couldn't help myself.

"SAY SOMETHING!" I started crying and tried to set myself free from his grip unsuccessfully.

Instead of letting me go he gently grabbed me and wrapped his arms around me.

I gave in to his hug, the sensation of him, his hands wrapped around me, the way he rested his chin on the top of my head, his scent making it impossible for me to resist his hug.

Damn, I'd missed him.

"I missed you" I whispered. "I felt like I had to survive without oxygen"

His grip only tightened.

"I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you"

“I am sorry” he spoke for the first time, “I am so sorry”

“I- why did you do that? Didn’t you think of me?” I whispered, my face buried in his chest.

“The only thing I was thinking about was you. You’re my life, my love, my oxygen. I wouldn’t do this if there was any other way”

“I thought I lost you” I cried softly again.

“I know dear, I know. Will you be able to forgive me?”

“Of course Obi-Wan. All those days I was lost without you” I said and took the ring from my pocket. “When you gave me this, we exchanged some vows. Do you remember them?”

“With this ring, I vow to express my love for you as often as I breathe each breath. You are the person I want to spend forever with, my best friend. I promise to stay with you till the end of everything, till I can’t breathe anymore. I am yours. And my heart belongs to you”

“Exactly. You’re stuck with me till the very end” I smiled through my tears my hand caressing his cheek.

“That’s what I want”

“But promise me. You won’t do anything like that again. Not without me knowing”

“I promise my love. I promise”

[jayjaymorgan]

Rexwalker Week - Day 6, Christophsis

Author’s Note : Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night! 

Taglist : @rexwalkerweek   

TW : injuries, major character death, Anakin tells a terrible sex joke (?)

He was staring at the clouds, laying on the cold ground as the sky grew dark. He was pressing his hands to his side, trying to stop the bleeding from the gunshot wound, while wondering how he’s been laying there. Has it been 10 minutes? An hour? Is the rest looking for him? Is Anakin looking for him? He winces when he thinks about his chances : he’s somewhere in the ruined capitol of Christophsis, at least 10 miles away from the nearest outpost. No one knows where he is, except that he went on a quick patrol, and on top of that he’s all... 

Alone. 

Hissing through his teeth, he tried to sit up, but this caused his wound to send a wave of stabbing pain through his whole body. The wound started to bleed even faster as he falls back to the ground, groaning. He applied more pressure on the wound, trying to stop the flow, but the amount of blood he already lost made him weak and he knew that soon enough he will have no strength left. “Kriff.” It was supposed to be a quick patrol along the perimeter, to make sure that no enemies made it through the force shield. He let the general know that he was going alone, he even took one of the speeder bikes with him just to be extra safe. He was supposed to be back some time ago, but there he was, laying in the ruins of a building, covered in his own blood. He was driving his speeder back to the camp, when a droid shot him. He fell off the bike, which then hit the nearest building and exploded, which distracted the sniper and gave him enough time to hide in one of the destroyed buildings. He could hear them searching for him, but after a couple of minutes they gave up, going back to their base. He stayed there, watching the sky grow dark.

He was supposed to be back at the camp, with Ani.

He blinked and felt the tears building up, his lips shaking as he tried to hold it in, but after a few seconds he let them fall. He tried to move again, turning on his uninjured side while clutching the other, whimpering in pain. Using all his strength, he moved his legs, lifting himself up and stumbling back, screaming in pain. He used his free hand to grab the wall for support, tears streaming down his face, mixing with blood and sweat.

“Kriff! Iba’shabuir...!”

“Sit still! And stop calling me names!” Rex hissed and glared at Kix, who was sewing up his cheek while Hardcase held him in place. He was sitting on a small crate in the hangar, the rest of his brothers gathered around, watching them with sky grins on their faces. “You sure you don’t have any painkillers?” he asked, his lips covered in his own blood. His whole body tensed up as the needle pierced his face, closing the wound. “Ugh, you shebs’palon!” “Yes, I’m sure, and even if I had any you wouldn’t get them with that attitude.” the medic said, using his free hand to stretch his brother’s left cheek. “Just three more.” “Kriff me!” “You’re lucky the blade didn’t hit your teeth and only pierced your cheek. It should heal nicely, as long as you don’t mess with the stitching from the inside.” Kix instructed, preparing the needle. Rex groaned and closed his eyes, clenching his fists. Hardcase tightened his grip around his shoulders and head. “Does anyone know why general Kenobi told us to gather here?” Jesse asked, looking around at the troopers. They all shook their heads, shifting uncomfortably in their new, shinning, white armors. “I heard that we’re gonna meet our new commander.” Hardcase said. “It’s about time.” the medic said, not even looking up at him. “We just finished our training and proved ourselves in the recent missions, plus it explains the new armors.” Just seconds after he finished talking, the door opened and two men walked in, one of them was general Kenobi. The other one was taller than the Jedi master, but appeared to be younger, with the distinctive padawan braid. He was wearing dark robes, his right arm was a prosthetic, but the most noticeable part of him were his eyes.

Those beautiful, blue eyes.

Rex found himself staring at the young man, so he quickly looked away. He could hear them walk closer, as his brothers stood at attention. He instinctively wanted to join them, but Kix pushed him back down, telling him not to move. “Two more.” he said. “So sit still and stop whining like a baby.” “Shebs.” he responded, but did as he was told. “We’ll be with you just in a moment, sirs!” Hardcase said when the Jedis turned in their direction. “Kix just has to put on the last of the stitches.” “Of course, no rush.” Obi-Wan sent them a warm smile. “I’ll introduce the rest while you’re busy.” Rex watched with the corner of his eye as the older man introduced the padawan to his brothers, who gladly shook their hands and exchanged a few words, smiling brightly. He was towering over all of the clones, which made him over 1.80 meters tall, he was muscular, but slim, his walk was full of energy and excitement. He could feel in his gut that the young man has been through a lot, the metal arm and a scar over his eye being the proof, but despite that, the man’s smile could light up a room, even the darkest one. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even notice that Kix was done. He snapped out of it when Hardcase shook his shoulder, getting his attention. “You’re good to go.” the medic said, putting a band aid over the stitches. “You can take them off by the end of the week, but until then don’t touch them , even if they’re itchy.” “Okay, mom.” he smirked, getting up and gently touching the bandage on his cheek. “What did I just tell you?!” Kix hit him in the back of the head, earning a loud laughter from Hardcase and Jesse. “Don’t act like you’re innocent, Jesse! If you head butt a droid one more time, I swear on the Force, you’ll be the one stitching up your own head!” Now it was Rex’s turn to laugh as he saw his brother’s face. After he calmed down he walked up to Obi-Wan, saluting the general. “At ease, Rex.” the man said. “I’d like you to meet my padawan, he’s going to be your new commander and, in the future, your general.” The blond man nodded his head, a weird feeling washing over him. He couldn’t quite describe it, but it felt like his stomach tied itself in a tight knot. It wasn’t from stress or  anything negative, it was more from... excitement. He never experienced anything like this. “Come on now, let’s...” Obi-Wan looked around, spotting his padawan a couple of meters away along with the rest of the clones. “Anakin, what are you doing?!” Rex looked up and saw the young man messing around with his brothers : Hardcase was sitting on the man’s shoulder while Jesse and Tup hung from each of his arms, cackling maniacally as he raised his arms higher, lifting them off the ground. “What?” he asked, looking at his master. “I’m glad that you’re making new friends, but please, put them down before anyone gets hurt. And come over here, meet the rest of your men.” Anakin slowly put the men down, who let out disappointed groans, before squatting down and letting Hardcase hop off to the ground. Then, he walked towards Obi-Wan, Rex and Kix, stopping right next to them. “This is Kix, he’s the medic.” Kenobi said, motioning at the clone. Anakin shook his hand, smiling and sending a small, acknowledging nod in his direction. “I must warn you, Kix, he gets injured pretty often, so you will have your hands full.” They all chuckled, Anakin shaking his head, before turning to Rex. “And this is Rex. Or should I say, captain Rex?” The blond man looked at him, a shocked expression on his face. “After what you did on the battlefield, I figured you should be Anakin’s second in command.” the Jedi master said, patting the trooper on the shoulder before giving him a datapad. “Here’s all the info you need to know. So, captain Rex, meet my padawan, Anakin Skywalker.” Rex looked at the younger man, who looked him up and down, a smug smirk appearing on his face. “Oh, I’ll gladly call Rex ‘sir’.”

There was a few seconds of silence. 

And then the rest of the squad started hysterically laughing. Obi-Wan hid his face in his hands, shaking his head while the younger Jedi smiled brightly. The rest of the clones were losing it, all except Rex, who stood there, blinking. “No, we’re done here.” Kenobi grabbed his padawan by his robe and started dragging him away, ignoring his protests. “Let me know if you have any questions, captain, I’ll be on the bridge.” They walked out of the door and disappeared, leaving the battalion alone. “I... I don’t understand?” Rex asked, looking at his brothers. “What did Skywalker mean by saying that?” “He was flirting with you.” Jesse said, but his brother still looked at him, confused. “It’s a sex joke?” “...oh.” the blond man said after a moment, his eyes widening. “Oh!” His face was bright red as he looked down at the datapad in his hands. “What does it say?” Hardcase asked, walking up to the man, with all his brothers following close behind him. “Out number is... 501st.” “And what color?” “It says we can pick, there’s a list of available colors...” “Then how about we let our new captain pick?” Kix said, saying the word ‘captain’ much louder. The rest agreed loudly, patting Rex on the back and shoulders. He smiled at them, feeling pride swell in his chest. “So, what is it?” they asked as he glanced down at the datapad. 

“Blue.” 

Blue like his eyes.

He slowly climbed out of the ruins, gasping and grunting in pain. He walked a few meters before his legs gave out and he slumped to the floor, landing on his back in the rumble and dust. He looked down at his wound, which was still bleeding profusely. He could see the exposed flesh and muscles, which made him groan and place his hand on the wound, biting his lip. The pain was unbearable, so he focused his gaze on the sky to try muffle the pain. The sky cleared up, he could see the stars. He chuckled when he saw a small sparkle soar through the sky at unimaginable speed, only to disappear a fraction of a second later. 

“A falling star...” 

“What did you wish for?” Rex looked up at the man beside him, who smiled in response. “Aren’t we a little bit too old for that?” he asked, earning a nudge in the ribs. “Hey!” They were sitting on the roof of the Jedi temple, looking at the sky. It was a miracle that they could see the stars, mainly because Coruscant was less busy than usual. They were celebrating. Anakin was just knighted and was now an official member of the Jedi Order, so it was a very special occasion. Rex still could see the burned hair on the right side of his head, where the braid was cut off by a lightsaber. The Jedi kept touching the spot, a proud look on his face. “You’re never too old to make wishes after seeing a shooting star.” he said, glancing at the clone before focusing his gaze on the sky once again. “Oh, another one!” “But they don’t grant wishes, do they?” “No, not really... But I like to think that they do.” he moved closer to Rex, trying to be discrete as he did so. “If they could, what would you wish for?” “Me?” he laughed. “I don’t really have anything in mind.” “Nothing?” “Yep.” Anakin lets out a quiet sigh before looking up at the sky. “If I could, I would wish for...” he spoke softly, a smile on his lips. “...for us to never be apart, no matter what, until the very end.” Rex’s face turned slightly red as he looked away, his heart beating faster. After a moment he looked back at the Jedi, who was watching him with a soft and warm expression. He returned the smile before turning his head back to the sky, watching as another shooting star made its way through the sky. “Since I told you my wish, how about you tell me yours?” Rex laughed quietly and scooted closer to Anakin, their hands almost touching. 

“I wish...”

“...I could say goodbye.”

A sob escaped from his throat, tears streaming down his face, clouding his vision. Dark spots started appearing before his eyes, he could feel his strength leaving him with each passing second.

“I’ll be gone just for an hour, maybe two.”

He looks at the man, who still didn’t seem convinced. “Can you at least take someone else with you?” Anakin asked, his eyes full of worry. “They need to rest, plus I won’t be going far.” Rex placed his hand on his lover’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “I’ll take one of the speeders, so if anything happens I’ll just escape and come back here.” Anakin hummed in response before pulling the soldier into a hug. “I can always give you a direct order to stay, can I?” his voice was muffled by the clone’s armor. “You could, but you won’t.” Rex stepped back and pulled the Jedi into a short, loving kiss. “I’ll be back before you’ll even notice that I’m gone. In one piece, safe and sound.” “Promise?” “Promise.” he kisses the man again. “Have I ever broken a promise?”

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice raspy and weak. “I’m sorry, Ani. I’ll have to break the promise.” He stares at the stars one last time as he takes his final breath.