#thire mentioned

[t3mpest98]

Modern au

Noir: *finds a cat*

Noir: Can we keep it?

Spade: Dad is allergic.

Noir: Father can stay outside.

[mamuzzy-creates-stuff]

Out of curiosity, what happens to your clone ocs post order-66?

OHBOY. OOOOOOOOOOHBOY.

This is such an interesting question and the rusty gears definitely started to move. Because I usually work with fix-its and AUs in my inner cinema where usually O66 is prevented, this is really not an area I explored much!

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Let's just say they are not alright after O66. WARNING: Mentions of canon character's deaths, mentions of suicide, actual suicide and visual depiction of it, nudity but genitals are not visible. Coruscant Guard has cultish vibes.

Also this is a very long post about my OC ramblings. Their fate is not set in stone.

My clone OCs I introduced so far are mostly corries, so they perspective about O66 is possibly more different than their brothers in the GAR. I try to write a coherent HC for them in mind that everything went wrong in the canon way, Thorn is dead and Fox is also killed by Darth Vader. I think the clones of the Coruscant Guard role as a policeforce became much more important later in the war when cititens started to openly express their dissatisfaction toward the war and toward the clones in general, being the very instruments of war along with the jedi. So dismantling protests, spying on people's social media and private conversations, and possibly framing famous and influental people to link them with terrorist - in which "terrorism" means everyone who is against the war, therefor against the Republic itself-, pretty much became the job of the Coruscant Guard. The emerging of the Empire would probably cause another waves of protests so the Guard is pretty much needed to maintain order in Coruscant. Depending on how much I want to torment these precious red boys, and how much I want to give them cultish-vibes, I don't think there were too much love left in them for outsiders, meaning: civilians, the senators they work with, the jedi, and most importantly: they brothers in the GAR. They are pretty much isolated at this point.

Keeping up the moral inside the Guard was always an issue, and the Coruscant Guard Medical Team is quite unique in that aspect that they are taking mental health in consideration, because they have all the access for all the knowledge they need in order to keep their brothers in the most top condition - and alive. Suicide and self-harm rate was always high due to severe survival guilt and depression but the Chief Medical Officer, Headshot's initiative to study psychology, helped them to keep those number lows by introducing alternative stress-relieving methods, transforming the barracks to actual homes the troopers can return to, and helping developing various suicide preventive measures. After O66, the priority remained the same. Keeping the troopers healthy and keeping up the morals which was already at the lowest by this time.

Only Headshot is pretty much burnt out. The constant fighting for his brother's life, his own inability to set boundaries in order to help with their issues pretty much killed every empathy and kindness from his heart. Nothing has really changed in this little isolated world of theirs, only the name of the regime. But survival is at stake especially after the army started to recruit natborns into their ranks. New methods were needed. He heard how their dar'vode in the GAR handled the jedi. "Good Soldiers follow orders". It quickly became the new catchphrase inside the Guard too. Headshot had to remind the commanders to ensure the troopers still knew their duties, despite the higher up natborns stripping them from their freedom, their rooms, their possessions, but now the troopers had to share rooms with the rookie stromtroopers they had to train.

Only Commander Fox's death made everything worse. Commander Thorn died a heroic death, he sacrificed himself to the greater good, he is greatest example a guard can follow.

But Fox...

Fox died like he was the lowliest scum. Worse even. Neck snapped, thrown aside. There is no good explanation for that, nothing to glorify, nothing to be lied about. He died. Just like that. Heroes and invincible idols aren't supposed to die like... like that.

Lily didn't take it well who was there and saw the whole thing along with Blaze. If you followed me for enough time, especially this particular blog, you must be know this cutie right? :) More about Lily -> HERE Now this is him now:

"Your blood would paint a beautiful picture in a name of peace and order." - Lt. Lily, commanding riot troopers against protesting civilians

After the Battle of Coruscant, the Guard suffered a lot of casualties, and usually through someone else's death was the only way to get a fast promotion. Lily, first generation shocktrooper, eventually got one, and after O66, after soon after Fox's death, he was promoted to Captain and training officer, and entrusted with the duty of training the future generation of the Coruscant Guard.

"I had to open my eyes to accept there is beauty in destruction too. Either that or nothing truly beautiful left in this world."

Lily didn't handle well that natborns started to live them and ruined the only safe-place they had in the whole planet. In the whole galaxy maybe. His personal belongings, treasures, carefully nurtured flowers were thrown away, colorful walls painted to steril-white, only old holopictures on his PocKam reminded him that he was more than just a living weapon.

What about Lily's friends, Blaze and Vorn?

(Shit I like this sketch about him)

I haven't talked too much about Vorn. Bit awkward and appears not too friendly to those he doesn't consider a friend. He named himself Vorn after the tigers, but not as in wild and ruthless, but having the ability to conquer his emotions before acting (kind of like the buddhist views on tigers). He is loyal and responsible, but highly critical of... well, everything. He doesn't have too much friend, but he really grown to like Blaze, he is his self-proclaimed Ori'vod, also best friend and roomate of Lily. Vorn was one of the rare troopers of the Guard who actually served on Geonosis before being deployed to the Coruscant. I created this character first for the sole reason of someone being avid Fox-hater and being critical of him. In my universe, Thire emerged as Commander much more earlier than in RotS, and Vorn never forgave him, nor Fox about it, so aside from personal trauma's about Fox, envy is also present.

So if someone had really gained something from Commander Fox's death, is him. Marshal Commander Thire appointed him to lead the Planetary Defence Division after Fox's demise and he does it with pride.

"YOU ARE ENSLAVED BY FEAR BECAUSE YOU FORGOT HOW TO BE ANGRY! YOU FORGOT THAT WE ARE THE WRATH OF CORUSCANT! THORN'S BURNING WINGS AND FOX'S RAGE OF FIRE! AND NOW I CARRY THE FLAMES!" - Blaze's last words.

And also Blaze. Youngest of the trio, a very energetic shocktrooper with fiery hair and enthusiasm that usually got him in trouble, despite trying to be a responsible trooper, worthy to the Guard. He got his name by accidently setting a speeder on fire while still being a shiny.

Blaze prepared for his extravagant suicide. When he got the news about the sudden announcement of mass retirement of the clones, he connected the dots.

"When you spend time as a guard beside politicans, you hear things. They never intented us retire. They never planned anything for us after the war. The Commanders lied to us to keep us in line and I don't blame them. I'm not an idiot. They had to do it. But now the Emperor suddenly announcing our retirement with severance pay? I'm not fucking buying it. I've heard rumors. Entire clone battallions disappeared into thin air. They are going to kill us. Oh no. I won't have it. I'll go out on my own terms."

Despite the newly tightened regulations, he dyed his hair once again for his signature colors, and worthy of his own name, he went out by setting himself on fire with the Coruscant Guard's emblem painted on his chest, just like Commander Fox's phase I armor, and one insignia on the shoulders.

Blaze's suicide at least shakened the Guard from their apathy, and some of them actually managed to desert. Riots started inside of the Guard that Thire beat down with bloody hands.

I think the Coruscant Guard as a whole had the longest time as troopers in service but in the end, those who didn't desert, eventually were shipped to those secret laboratories like the one of Tantiss to become science experiments and probably a lot of corries ended up like dead this way. They didn't have alternatives. They didn't have brothers to reach out, they are not aware that beside Coruscant, there was an entire galaxy waited for them to explore. Home is where the Guard is. If it's in death, then in death.

Now you may wonder where is my überblorbo, Deadshot from this list... hmm. Let's just say O66 and the victory of Darth Sidious would be the worst ending for him.

Holy fuck he's hot

I hope you enjoyed my post, and if you have more questions about my OC's or you just want to see them in situtations (I really love the Vorn-Blaze-Lily trio :'<), don't hesitate to send an ask! Angst, whump, fluff, or just them just being silly ^^ I mean after this post, they really deserve some love :D

[mwolf0epsilon]

Whumptober Day 16: No Way Out

Prompt: "No one's coming."

Summary: The war has ended and Wolffe finally has the time to talk with Fox. What he finds is the Coruscant Guard less than eager to help him along the way, or even tolerate his presence.

[Yes I'm breaking out random AUs for Whumptober as well. It freshens the experience considerably.]

THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3

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The war had ended rather anticlimactically. One day it was in full swing, swooping roars of ships caught in dogfights and near infinite rains of blaster-fire, and then the next it was all just... Quiet. The conflict gone like a dying whisper. Leaving behind a handful of Jedi and hundreds of still living clone troopers wandering what came after.

Where their place in the galaxy might be now that they weren't immediately needed to resolve ongoing conflict. To fight, to survive, to work around the enemy's forces, was all that most of them knew.

What had changed to so abruptly cut off the war, one might ask? To put it simply, the chancellor had died of a heart attack. Keeled over mid-meeting while leaving behind a cacophony of hysterical screams of concerned senators. Or rather, temporarily concerned prior to the old bastard popping into a mist of dark shadows and ash.

A sith. The chancellor had been a Force-damned sith. And he'd died of natural causes of all things...

Anticlimactic in all senses of the word.

It almost made Wolffe sad that he hadn't gotten the chance to be a part of a grand battle against the old coot. To aid his general and allies in bringing down the true oppressor of the system he'd been cloned to defend.

It would have been the thing of legends.

Things were hectic still. Not in the same manner that they had been on the battlefront, mind you, but not quite as quiet as one would expect with the end of a war that had apparently been orchestrated from within.

Because of course Palpatine had been playing both sides.

He was a sith after all. They were crafty like that. Schemed big.

The current chaos was mostly political. Senators were scrambling to vote for a new more trustworthy chancellor, while also trying to figure out who fit the bill. As it turned out corruption ran rampant within the Senate, and that had been part of the reason why Palpatine had managed to get things done right under everyone's noses. There was also the issue of what to do with the clone army, but Wolffe didn't much care for that right now.

Cody, Faie and Gree were doing the great majority of the worrying on that side of things as it was. He, meanwhile, was far too busy trying to find Fox in all of this confusion to really think about the future.

His vod'ika hadn't said anything at all in the command batch private channel since the end of the war (hadn't said anything well before then now that he really thought about it), and that had felt rather uncharacteristic of him. Fox was the sort of bastard that never knew how to keep his opinion to himself. Had been a smart-mouth since he could talk. The silence was off-putting and it bothered him.

But it hadn't bothered him nearly as much as Wolffe not getting a reply when he'd messaged him privately. No one that he asked to do the same got any form of reply or acknowledgement, which didn't seem to surprise them or raise any sort of concern.

Cody had said Fox was just being a bitch as usual. Bly thought maybe he was just too busy with all the paperwork he probably ended up with after Palpatine croaked it. Neither suggestions had satisfied him so Wolffe had gone looking himself.

No better way to talk than face to face after all. Especially not now that he actually had the time to do that.

The problem was... The corries were not really cooperating with him.

Coruscant was huge. This had never really registered in Wolffe's mind back when he hadn't been on planet for long. His stays were often quite short-lived in between most campaigns he'd been a part of, and he knew foreign planets better than he actually knew 000.

That said the Coruscant Guard HQ was comparatively tinier than even the Senate Rotunda.

Tiny wasn't even an overstatement. The commander of the 104th had no idea how any of the corries could live in such derelict and cramped conditions.

Moldy damp spots were everywhere, the creaking of the foundation of the building was loud and ever present, and honestly Wolffe wasn't even sure how the whole thing hadn't come down on any of them just yet. The whole thing looked ready to collapse if you breathed on a support beam wrong.

No health-code in the history of civilization could possibly deem this shithole of a facility livable. Yet somehow the corries didn't complain about it. They simply just... Existed there.

Like they didn't expect anything better, which was appalling to say the least (and there's a lot Wolffe would like to say about all this).

Minuscule as the corrie barracks were, they were still very much a hard to navigate maze. So hard in fact that Wolffe couldn't figure out where the hell Fox's office was meant to be.

And none of the corries gave him a straight answer whenever he tried to ask. They just stared at him through their unreadable buckets (which they didn't take off even while indoors in their living spaces), silently scrutinizing him before giving a vague answer. Wolffe could feel the burning gaze of many of those men through their helmets. Could feel the anger radiating off of them.

His presence seemed to be unwelcome here.

"Have you gone downstairs? I'm sure his office is as low as your men spoke of us corries and our commanding officers... Or were that the men on the 212th? Perhaps the 501st?" A K9 trooper holding a leashed massiff offered. The sarcastic undertone was downright hostile despite his voice being quite leveled. "It's hard to tell, all of you sound so very alike... Now if you'll excuse me commander, Grizzer here needs to go back to his kennel..."

"Maybe you should check on the top floor." A shock trooper spat out venomously, right fist clutching electrostaff rather tightly. This one had no trouble showing his disdain for him being there. "Obviously Fox would be the sort of ego-maniac to look down on others while lording over his troops."

"I'm sorry sir, but I'll have to ask you to leave." A rather burly riot trooper monotonously informed him, while getting his arm stitched back up by a riot trooper officer right in front of the medbay door. "The medbay is currently off-limits to anyone who is not a part of the Coruscant Guard, due to unforeseen circumstances involving both a lack of resources and equipment. If you have any injuries you may need tending to, I would suggest going to your own battalion medics, an on-planet hospital, or sucking it up and dealing with it instead of bitching about it."

"You wouldn't find Fox in the medbay either." the riot trooper officer huffed apathetically. "Avoided it whenever he could. Didn't like giving Remedy or the rest of the medics any extra work. They barely ever got to rest"

The pattern remained like that. Either Wolffe would get turned around, barred entry from certain locations, or have the most sardonic responses given to him. It gave him a grim look into the sheer misery the Guard lived in.

He'd imagined something much better than this. All of them had.

A Coruscant posting didn't look nearly as nice and inviting as he'd once thought... In fact it only made him want to find Fox more desperately. Because if his men weren't doing well, then he dreaded think what condition his vod'ika might be in.

Finally a single trooper seemed to spare him the grief of running around in infinite loops like a headless nuna. A clone in officer's fatigues carrying several datapads, accompanied by an armoured clone with V-shaped and triangular decals that held some kind of specialized job Wolffe certainly didn't recognize (because all of the corries displayed their particular jobs through their identically painted armour and gear).

The officer, freckly face framed by long parted curls and a few thin scars, took one look at Wolffe and held a contemplative look for a few seconds before fully acknowledging him.

The trooper beside him remained silent. Eerily so.

"Can I help you sir?" The younger clone asked, tone gentle and kind unlike the rest of the corries he'd come across previously. Not a hint of hostility behind his words.

"Yes... I'm looking for Fox's office." The commander couldn't help let relief wash over him. Finally there was some hope he might actually reach his brother today.

"You're looking for the marshal commander's office?" The officer hummed in thought. His face scrunching up slightly. "Well... Myself and Rookie here are headed there right now. If you'd like you could accompany us."

"If it isn't a bother." Wolffe noted the number of datapads the officer was holding. Whatever Fox had summoned him for was likely important.

"It's never a bother to help a brother out..." The officer smiled sweetly, watching Wolffe with attentive eyes. Unblinking. "Us Guardsmen are loyal to our brothers above all else."

Funny, every single one of the corries he'd met hadn't been particularly keen on helping him out. Maybe today was just a bad day.

He followed the two clones without another word. The officer seemed content to fill the silence with humming while his companion marched alongside him quite stiffly. The tension on the armoured clone's shoulders apparent in his body language. He was uncomfortable with Wolffe's presence.

They reached what looked like a broom closet. For a second Wolffe thought maybe he'd been tricked again, until the officer knocked on the unassuming door.

"It's unlocked."

Of course it was. The door looked ready to fall off it's hinges. But that wasn't what really bothered Wolffe at the moment. No, the concern lay in it not being Fox who was seated at the desk of the tiny closet office.

"Commander Wolffe, to what do I owe the pleasure?" One of Fox's men, Thorn, was seated at the desk.

"I'm looking for the marshal commander..." He responded, eyebrows furrowing as he scanned the cramped little box that should most definitely not house a marshal commander.

"You're looking at him." Thorn deadpanned.

"No... I'm looking for Fox." Something wasn't right.

"....That's in poor taste sir." Thorn cocked his helmet to the side. Wolffe could practically feel himself burn under all the blindingly hot hatred masked behind his strained tone. "Surely you know that?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh... Don't you know sir? Perhaps you were off-planet when the memo was passed along?" The officer from before smiled sweetly again. But now that Wolffe was confronted with this situation, it didn't feel sweet at all. His smile felt lampoonish. "Fox died two years ago. We sent a full report to the GAR."

It was like time itself had stopped working. The words Fox and dead did not go together. They weren't supposed to.

"...What...?"

"Rookie, do you still have the recordings on your pad? Or have they been archived in the vault? I feel like digging up an old report will take too long to refresh some memories..." Thorn turned to look at the silent trooper who merely nodded in reply before taking out a datapad attacked to a latch on his belt.

The silent clone tapped away on his screen before shoving the datapad into Wolffe's hands.

What the commander of the 104th saw on that tiny screen... It bare not ever see the light of day. Unspeakable. Unsightly. Soul-crushing. They'd all undergone training to resist torture, but what Fox and the handful of men that had been captured with him had gone through was somehow so much worse than anyone would dare imagine.

The Malevolence incident had never left Wolffe's mind. He doubted seeing his baby brother's last moments would leave him either.

"It's been days... Why hasn't anyone come for us sir?" A shiny, a karking shiny, whimpered weakly while laying pressed against the vod'ika Wolffe would never get to talk to ever again.

Disillusioned, tired and wanting nothing more than for all their torment to end, Fox gave the poor kid an honest answer.

"No one's coming." The dead marshal commander hoarsely proclaimed with a certainty that made Wolffe's stomach roll. "We're not worth enough to retrieve..."

"But... But my brothers in the GAR they--"

"Don't you get it kid? The GAR looks after the GAR." Fox sighed. "The Guard isn't part of the GAR... We don't matter. They'll forget you ever existed. They always do..."

"I don't want to die..."

"No one's coming." Fox repeated, weak and unsure what else to do. There's no consoling any of the dying men around him. There's no consoling Wolffe either. "I'm sorry it had to be this way."

"Us Guardsmen are loyal to our brothers above all else." The silent trooper removes his helmet, revealing a young clone with a distinct V-shaped tattoo and eyes full of hatred and disgust.

"You GAR bastards are not our brothers." The officer's smile is bordering on cruel now. "A decision you made for yourself when you abandoned us here. When you all stopped calling. When you stopped caring because you thought we were all just weak little crybabies."

"Fox is dead." Thorn hisses. "Fox is dead and you lot didn't even care to look at the report that would tell you as much. Get out of here before I have security escort your worthless shebs out of here."

The war has ended and Wolffe's entire life is collapsing in on itself. This is not the victory he wanted.

[matchademi]

If Sol was allowed to express himself like the rest of his brothers, he would have ear peircings and an eyebrow peircing he would also dye his hair white.

At the moment, since he can't, he secretly paints his nails yellow

[frostbitebakery]

LOUD.

a Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan AU

Introspection fucking sucks, according to Commander Fox.

The thing about him is, he’s been made out to be a bastard and ever since their batch found their calling or whatever he’s embraced that role.

Every batch needed someone who didn’t secretly want to be cuddled, who pushed others away so he could keep track of the big picture.

Cody had competed for the role for a while. As did Wolffe.

For Cody, his heart, big and fragile once you got to know him, got in the way in the end. He sees the whole picture, craves it so he won’t go crazy from the losses. But he believes in people and their goodness.

Fox doesn’t.

Wolffe made the mistake of getting the galaxy’s best General. General Koon shits rainbows and glitter, from what Fox has been forced to listen to.

Fox has… the Chancellor.

He takes a swig of water and wishes it were something stronger. But Quin is on the other side of Fox’s desk, reading glasses ever so slowly slipping down his nose while he’s crunching and tracking the numbers to prove the Chancellor is, indeed, siphoning credits off the Republic to giftwrap them for the Seppies.

He takes another swig.

Wouldn’t surprise him if Palpatine turned out to be the villain of the whole story.

Brought Fox to drink with the kind attitude, the cruelty so expertly hidden from first glance, cushioned in false promises and support.

Hadn’t been pretty. But it had been easy. You go to the right places, people are only too willing to shell out for some drinks. Entertainment and morbid curiosity what brings a clone to their knees.

Some found the lisp he has because of the scar that ransacks through his lips and tongue endearing but most hadn’t bothered with wanting him talking.

Some wanted to inspect the changes in the Corrie armor up close and cozy.

If shit hadn’t already multiplied, Organa came flouncing into the Guard offices every two weeks with a new design like they were his little dress-up dolls.

The last design, the one that stayed, had a dummy connector installed in the backplate.

Fox hadn’t mentioned it. Had stewed over how the Guard, already isolated from the rest of the GAR, wasn’t even considered for the neural network that would make them more efficient, more deadly if activated. Treated like scum on a pedestal, overlooked and taken for granted.

Fox takes every advantage he can squeeze from that.

Every batch needs a willing loner who’s got the big picture in his head at all times and doesn’t care for the minutiae.

Fox had been comfortable in that role, really. He saw Thorn and Stone and Thire and the rest of them making friends and lovers and heartbreak, and that was the last fucking thing Fox wanted.

And then came Vos. Appearing from the shadows like a designer nightmare.

For such a short time they’ve sure gone through a lot together.

To the point Vos became Quinlan became Quin became Vos again became someone Fox clung to while fighting fucking addiction and the realization that he is stupid enough to become addicted.

No matter what Quin had said, Fox was supposed to be the pinnacle of cloning and artificially creating the perfect soldier. Addiction is a weakness and fault.

Fox almost did something extremely stupid over that one.

Turns out it’s all part of the sentient experience.

Fucking sucks.

Quin had laughed at that, ugly and bruised laughter, continuing to comb his fingers over Fox’s head. “Tell me about it.”

An eloquent way to say Quin was going through withdrawal himself.

They got outside help after that.

“Hey, Depa,” Quin murmurs absently after answering his comm, pushes his glasses up.

“Quinlan, is your line still secure?”

“‘Course. Especially after Fox got his grubby little hands all over it.”

Fox shows him the middle finger of one of his grubby little hands.

“Good,” General Billaba clips out. Quin straightens up, and maybe Fox’s attention isn’t misplaced here. “Good. Commander Cody was activated by the Sith Lord and he’s bringing Obi-Wan to Coruscant.”

Activated.

Quin is silent. Blinks up at the ceiling. “Can you run that by me again?”

“Quinlan, we have reason to be believe the Chancellor is the Sith Lord.”

Hah. Fox got that one right on his bingo card, at least.

Cody got activated.

As they’ve learned, the neural network - battlefield mediation, in fancy Kamino speak - is activated by a designated Force using GAR personnel. Surprisingly, the status is even an optional display on the screens of every trooper’s vambrace. Or not so surprisingly.

Cody got activated by the Chancellor. Who is the Sith Lord the Order has been hunting.

Fox will deal with that later or never, whatever comes first.

He’s comming the Guard all across the planet, checking the weapons on his person, while General Billaba explains the situation. He appreciates her succinct manner, he’s gotta say.

“I’m on the way to detain Anakin. Mace is following the ship Commander Cody captured but we need someone to intercept them on Coruscant before he reaches Palpatine.” She halts for a brief moment. “Obi-Wan seems to believe the Commander has betrayed him when he knows about the neural link inside the clones. We are fearing the Darkness is deliberately attacking and clouding his senses.”

“I’m on my way,” Quin nods, adds with a calculating glance at Fox, “I’m not sure I have back-up.”

“Funny thing about the Alderaan design of the guard armor,” Fox comments, checking the plasma charge on his DC, and vows to give Senator fucking Organa a sliced fruit platter, “the Guard doesn’t have the connector to the neural link.”

He comms their resident medic next and orders every gundark-level tranquilizer delivered to him.

Cody got activated and is following the orders of a Sith Lord.

Stars help them.

[chopper-base]

@shadestepping

Ok, that was honestly more like 15 minutes, but whatever. I did not edit this at all. I just basically word vomited on the page and this shit came of it-

"...organic chips."

"Yup"

"...implanted in our heads."

"Mhm."

"...to control us?"

"Precisely."

Fox rubbed his temple, already feeling the headache forming. "And the Chancellor is responsible??"

Fives nodded, his arms crossed. "He told me himself because he's gonna try to have me killed."

Fox locked eyes with Fives, trying to search his expression for a hint of a lie. He found none. He knew Fives had a habit of pranks and jokes but the ARCs face remained deadly serious. "Surprisingly," Fox shrugged, placing his hands on his hips, "I believe you."

Fives mouth fell open, his arms dropping to his sides in disbelief. "Wait, YOU DO?!"

Fox threw his hands up in defeat. "It'd explain a lot. The random memories missing, the bad osik I apparently do and then don't even know about til Thire mentions it." He turned, running his hand down his face. "...I hate that this makes sense but I do enjoy the extra excuse to hate the Chancellor."

Fives cocked his head, a look of confusion on his face. "Wait. You already hated the Chancellor?"

Fox had to laugh, shaking his head. "With every fiber of my being. Don't even get me started."

Fives put his hands up in surrender, not questioning it further. He dropped his hands, watching the Commander as he slowly paced the small room. Fox was racking his brain. They couldn't exactly just march up and declare that Palpatine was orchestrating both sides of the war to the senate or even the jedi council without some sort of proof. The most they could prove was the chip's existence and he was sure the Kaminoins would come up with some Banta osik to explain it. The Commander refused to ignore it though, knowing his brothers lives and entire galaxy were at risk. He knew what the Chancellor had planned to do with being able to control every clone in existence.

"...Fox?"

Fox turned to Fives who was looking more anxious by the minute. The ARC was practically shaking in his boots. Most of the Coruscant Guard were searching for him. There were orders to capture him but Fox knew the moment anyone found him, he'd be dead not long after. That was Fox's first glaringly red flag. Why would the Chancellor order the entire Guard to search for one clone? The only explanation to Fives' supposed rampage was he attacked the Chancellor which Fox had to force himself not to laugh at. He'd dreamed of doing the same thing and knowing one of his brothers beat him to it was honestly kind of hilarious.

"We can't just march up to the senate and declare the Chancellor is responsible for the entire war. We'd probably both be shot on site. We need proof."

"The only physical proof we have is the chips themselves and we both know the Kaminoins are going to cover their shebs." Fives explained, pointing to the scar that now decorated the side of his head.

Fox sighed deeply. "The only thing I can think of that'd stop this is killing the Chancellor and that's not exactly an option."

"Why not?"

Fox took a step back in shock, staring at the ARC. "Why n- Fives! He's the kriffin Chancellor! What'd you think would happen if we marched up to his office and but a blaster bolt between his eyes?!"

"...we'd solve the problem?"

Fox turned away, letting his face fall into his hands with a groan.

"Okay, maybe not just march up there but if he's the head of this plot, killing him would stop it!"

Fox couldn't get himself to turn around to face the ARC. Opting to stare at the wall, trying to keep down the angry bubbling in his chest. They needed proof. Or killing the Chancellor would just open another can or worms that neither of them could expect.

"Fives. You said he admitted this to you, correct?" He turned back around, finally locking eyes with Fives.

Fives nodded. "Yeah, he admitted it straight to my face."

"Did the room you were in happen to have security cams by chance?"

Fives froze, his eyes lighting up. "I think there just might have been."

A grin wormed its way onto Fox's face. "If there were cameras, his confession would give us everything we need."

Fives mirrored his smirk. "See, this is why they made you a commander.'

Fox got ahold of a set of Coruscant armor which Fives had quickly donned, placing the bucket over his head. From there, it was almost too easy to make it past the patrols that had begun to swarm the cool streets of the city. Getting into the security center was even easier, not a soul thinking to stop the Commander.

Fives was on the console in a heartbeat, searching swiftly through the camera feeds. "There!" He pulled up one of the feeds, turning the volume up.

Fox watched, anger radiating off of him as he watched the Chancellor admit to orchestrating the war. Admit to the plan against the jedi. It was all there. He started to download the recordings before the tape had finished, stuffing it in his belt pouches the moment it finished.

"Now can we go kill the son of a bitch?"

Fox smirked under his helmet. "I get the first shot."

They marched their way towards his office, determination in every step. The walk there felt like hours, but both clones held their heads high. Fox didn't hesitate for a second when they arrived, the door opening with a hiss. The Chancellor had barely turned around in his chair when the first shot rang out, hitting him dead set in the middle of his chest. Fox removed his helmet, letting the man who made his life a living hell look him in the eye as he died.

Fives had his blaster trained, finger iching at the trigger. "This is for my brothers, motherkriffer."

Fox couldn't even keep track of how many times Fives pulled that trigger, decorating the Chancellor's chest in so many blaster burn, it looked as if it was on fire. He didn't stop firing til Fox gently laid his hand on his vod's shoulder.

Fives lowered the blaster, taking a shaky breath. He had done it. He'd killed the man that was responsible for this whole war. Responsible for sending all his brothers to die in a battle with no true winner.

They were free.

[gotham-daydreams]

Heeeeeyyy,

I don't want to be pressuring, but how will they even find y/n. Like, they're so many people in Gotham, and they know nothing about them except from thire own name. And if they were found, would they put up a fight? 🤔 she could beat tim in a one on one, with her being a black belt and all... so how will the capture be like?

From

👾anon

You're good! No worries.

As for your questions, I will say that how the Batfam ends up finding the reader is revealed in the 3rd part. Though I will drop a small spoiler and say that they don't get kidnapped... not right away, anyway ;] (or at least not in the part I'm currently writing, as of right now.)

It is still angsty, and honestly I'd say pretty heart wrenching since, y'know, it doesn't go well at all. Which I'm sure pretty much everyone expected-

Though, I will say that if anything where to happen, the reader would definitely put up a fight! Granted, they don't want to fight the Batfam- not because they can't fight at all (and as you've mentioned, they do have a black belt (as mentioned in "Not Here"), and they do have some experience in boxing as mentioned in "Not Tonight" (though I can't recall at the moment if it's also mentioned in "Not here"), among other things that could help them out in a fight), but because to them, I can imagine it's more of a last resort kind of thing. If they have to, they will, and considering the Batfam? They definitely will.

For one-on-one fights? Yeah, the reader probably could beat Tim, and maybe get scarily close to beating Steph (or just flat out beating her too). For Dick and Jason, I think they'd honestly need a little more polish and refinement on their skills and fighting style to actually beat them, but they could get a little close. As for Damian and Cass? Ehh, they'll definitely need more training and experience for that. Both are trained to be weapons before anything else, and working with Batman isn't exactly going to make that suddenly go away. If anything- it'll probably put the skills you learned from that experience to the test (fighting/combat wise, anyway).

I don't think I have to even mention Bruce, but if that were to happen the reader would like to think they at least got halfway there to beating him, and they'd probably be half right.

Though, this is all just on strength, agility, skill, reaction time and such alone. Everyone in the Batfam easily has quicker reflexes compared to the reader, and more experience when it comes to combat (not that the reader doesn't have their own fair share of experience, but y'know), but the reader would definitely try to use their head more than just fight the family head on (which is just... asking for failure and disaster).

Even if it isn't going to be easy to out smart the World's Greatest Detective, or someone with a mind like Tim- not to mention Oracle being on their side. Or really just, anyone trained under the Batman, at all. It isn't impossible.

So, in a situation where the reader has to fight someone from the Batfam, they'll try to utilize both their brain and brawn. So, if they can't beat whoever they're fighting, at the very least they can get away from the fight and escape. Which they definitely have better odds at succeeding in since they took track and field as mentioned in "Not Here." The reader might try to take down whoever they're up against depending on who it is, but I will say that they'll mostly choose to have a smooth getaway more often than not.

Again, like you said, Gotham is a big place- they could probably get away for a little while, if nothing else. :]

Besides, the reader could also unintentionally suprise the Batfam with some of their skills and techniques when it comes to combat, but I don't think it'll be enough to throw any of them off enough to beat them- but that also depends what caused the Batfam's surprise and how big their reaction was to it. So, now that I'm really thinking about it, it's possible to catch them off guard and defeat them that way. Unlikely- but possible. (Also because it depends on how certain members of the Batfam view the reader and their own fighting capabilities. Since that can really determine how shocked or surpised they'll get at certain things. Which I'll say right now- despite the awards in your room, some definitely don't think you can defend yourself, or could hold up well in a 'real' fight. Dick is one of them.)

Nevertheless, how would a kidnapping play out?

Honestly, it really depends on multiple things.

1. Why they resorted to kidnapping above everything else. (Which can vary from you being in danger (from their perspective), or just them just getting impatient.)

2. Who is doing the kidnapping. (Which can be multiple people.)

3. How whoever is kidnapping you, plans to do it.

4. How urgently they want to kidnap you (which can affect #3).

5. Do they have a plan, or are they doing it impulsively?

6. How likely are they to mess up, and if they do, how quickly can they recover.

These can all change and differ, with the reader's reaction and action changing accordingly, but again, it depends. In some situations the reader may be put into a position where they can't fight back. Or maybe they realizing what's going on much too late. Maybe they even fight back and manage to get away, or they fight back but their attempts are fruitless in the end. If the Batfam fucks up, even a little bit or unintentionally, the reader could take advantage of that- but that's if whoever is trying to kidnap them can or can't recover fast enough.

Sure, the chances of anyone in the Batfam messing up are low, and go even lower depending on who you're talking about. However, those chances are never zero, and again- the Batfam doesn't really know much about the reader at all. With some knowing more than others, sure, but you also have to take into account that some of these people are going to be selfish as yanderes, and don't want to share certain pieces of information about the reader with one another because maybe they want to be the only one to know about whatever they're keeping to themself.

Hence, making it more likely for mistakes to happen, but the Batfam is also really good at what they do- which is also why how quickly they can recover from said (most likely unintentional) mistake or slip up is kind of important. Seeing as it can make or break the reader's chances of escaping successfully.

Not to mention that certain pairs work better than others, but depending on what leads up to the kidnapping- some unlikely teamups could be made. They could either get in the way of each other, or work scarily well. Though solo attempts are also possible- let's be honest, with how most of the yanderes feel about the reader at this point in the series, that's not going to happen. They all want to see and meet the reader as quickly as possible, to a point where they're almost borderline not allowed to see you without being in pairs or something. Not because they want to stick together necessarily (most do want to just, be with the reader alone, after all), but because of their own selfishness, greed, and sometimes jealousy. (Though there are some exceptions, like part 3.)

Basically: who knows? It can go one of many ways, and depending on which way it goes, the reader could possibly escape or just be left helpless at the hands of the Batfam. As for THE kidnapping? I'm not gonna spill, we'll see how things go :]

Tldr:

1. How the Batfam finds the reader is explained in Part 3 and I'm not spoiling.

2. Yeah, the reader will fight if they have to- and stand a better chance against some of them compared to others. Though for the most part would use their brain and, if they can't defeat someone, they'll make a quick getaway instead, and have higher chances of succeeding in that. Though it is possible for them to catch whoever they're fighting off guard, and defeat them that way.

3. How the reader reacts and acts to a kidnapping highly depends on the kidnapping itself, and who is trying to do it. The reader may or may not be able to fight back depending on the situation, and there is more room for mistakes because the Batfam doesn't know much about the reader — and if someone does know more they'll probably keep it to themself out of selfishness. The chance for a slip up is small, but could be enough for the reader to get away.

- As for the actual kidnapping that may or may not happen in the series, and how that'll go with everything? I'm not spilling, sorry!

Hope this answered your question! If it didn't, I apologize and I can clarify anything specifically that may have confused you or anyone else in another ask.

If anyone else has a question, or you yourself have another question, feel free to send in an ask! I'm trying to answer these as much as I can while writing the 3rd part, if you couldn't tell!

[vodika-vibes]

The Orchard

Summary: When you move to Mandalore after the deaths of your family, you expect that no one is going to care about what happens to you. You want to stop existing. Unfortunately for you, Thire, a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter and your neighbor, won’t be denied.

Pairing: Pre-Commander Thire x F!Reader

Word Count: 2929

Warnings: Reader is depressed, mentions of attempted financial abuse, mentions of death

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I'm happy with the first part of this, but not super happy with the last part, but I think I'm over thinking it.

Six months ago, your entire family was killed in a house fire.

Your parents, your siblings, your grandparents…all dead. The firefighters told you that the fire itself didn’t kill them. They said that the smoke detectors never went off, and your family died of smoke inhalation.

They said that they didn’t suffer, they just didn’t wake up.

As if that was supposed to help you feel better.

Your family isn’t the only one that died, of course. There were 60 families living in the apartment complex…almost all of them died.

The landlord didn’t have any of the smoke detectors hooked up at all. They were fake. Every single one of them.

He was arrested. And then the complex itself was sued.

You got almost 3 million credits.

3 million credits in exchange for your family.

And then!

And then your aunts and uncles came out of the woodwork. “Oh, sweetie, I heard what happened. You’re too young and too sad to have to deal with all of that money, why don’t you transfer it to me-”

Disgusting. Pathetic. Sorry excuses for family.

Luckily, they can’t touch your money.

Unluckily, they haven’t stopped harassing you. 

In the end, you packed up your life and you walked away. From everything.

Your friends, what remains of your family, your job, your school. None of it matters in the long run.

Six months ago your family died. Two months ago you moved from Coruscant to this orchard on Mandalore. You have droids that help tend to the trees, and you have a strict no contact order for the remainder of your money hungry family, and you’re continuing your education virtually, and you’re working virtually, and you’re…managing.

Just managing, though.

No one here will care if you stop showing up to buy food. No one here will even notice.

It’s the perfect place to just…disappear.

“Little Miss,” You lift your head from the table you were half using as a pillow and squint at the red and green droid standing over you, “Little Miss, there is not enough food left in the house for another week.” The Droid says, “It is time for you to go grocery shopping.”

You groan, “You can go.”

“Droids are not permitted into the shopping center,” Tevo replies, “I have already made a list of all the food items you need to survive another week.”

Slowly you sit up and tug the sheet of flimsy from his unresisting hands, and you squint at the sheet, “Tevo, there’s no alcohol on this list.”

“Yes, little miss. You’ve been drinking too much as it is.”

“...what are you, my keeper?”

“Yes, little miss. I am.” Tevo replies, “I have also taken the liberty of doing the laundry and have a fresh set of clothes set out on the bed. Also, the shower is currently running so you can get clean.”

You stare at the droid, and the droid stares back passively. 

“Fine.” You finally say, “Anything else?”

“I have taken the liberty of pouring all of the alcohol down the drain, and will do so with any you bring into this home.”

“You suck.”

“As you say, little miss.”

You sigh and swing your legs to the side to hop off of the stool to head to your room, “Is there anything else, Tevo?”

“It would be prudent for you to start walking the Orchard once a day.”

You sigh heavily, “I’m tired, Tevo.”

“I understand, little miss. We will put that off for the time being.” With that said, he walks into the kitchen, and starts messing with the dishes. You thought Tevo was a farming droid, not a nanny droid.

Guess not.

You stumble into your bedroom, and, true to his word, there’s a clean outfit spread on the bed, perfectly color coordinated, and the shower is running in the next room.

He even laid out everything that you might need to shower properly, from shampoo and condition, to face wash, and the lotion you prefer.

“Well,” You mumble to the empty room, “Since he already pulled everything out, I suppose I’ll use them.” You peel your pajamas off and toss them in the empty laundry basket, before you step into the shower.

It’s probably a good thing that you have Tevo, or else your home would be a mess, and moth-

You stop that line of thought immediately, a sharp pain in your chest. 

It’s almost a shame. You have no more tears left to cry.

You stand under the hot water for almost an hour, but when you finally leave the shower you’re clean and your hair is washed for the first time in a week. You’re sure Tevo will mark it on a calendar somewhere, and make a note that he can bully you into taking care of yourself.

You pull your hair into a messy tail, while it’s still drenched, and then you pull on the clothes that Tevo pulled out. You don’t remember buying these…but then your memory has been shit this last half year, so maybe you did.

There’s heavy footsteps and you turn as Tevo walks into the room, “How are you liking your new clothes, little miss?”

“...new?”

“Yes. I have replaced all of your clothing, as well as your hygiene care, with things that will be easier for you to use.”

You blink at him, “...and that means?”

“Familiar scents from before made you sad, so I changed the scents.”

Oh.

Now that you’re thinking about it, the shampoo and conditioner, not to mention your body wash and lotion, all had a clean citrusy scent to them, rather than the heavy floral scent that made you want to scream and cry.

“...thank you.”

The droid tilts his head, and then passes a pair of boots to you, “It is supposed to rain, these will keep your feet warm and dry. The speeder has already been pulled up front and K8 will be driving you.”

“I do know how to drive.” You reply with a frown.

“Respectfully, you allowed your license to lapse. So legally, you cannot.”

“I…really?”

“Yes, little miss.”

You sigh and rub your face. “I suppose I should take care of that.”

“K8 is happy to drive you around.” Tevo replies, “So there is no need.” He gently ushers you out of the room and into the living room. You sit on the couch to pull on the boots, “While you are gone, I shall clean the house.”

And then he pushes you out of the house.

How long has it been since you left the house? A week? Longer?

The sun is warm against your skin, and you can’t help but think that maybe a walk would be nice.

“‘Lo there!” You jump when you hear a sudden voice, and you look up to see a man wearing red and black armor leaning on the fence, “I was wondering who moved in.” He says with a bright smile. 

You hesitate for a moment, you really don’t want to make any friends here, but you have the feeling that Tevo is going to take that decision out of your hands too. “Um…yeah. A couple of months ago.” You offer awkwardly, as you walk around the speeder and towards the fenceline.

“I knew someone moved in when I saw the droids taking care of the orchard, but I think this is the first time I’ve seen you,” He beams at you and offers his hand, “Thire.”

Slowly you take his hand and offer him your name in return, “Nice to meet you.” You add almost absently.

“Likewise! Where’d you move from?”

“Oh, ah…Coruscant.”

“Ah, the heart of the Republic.” He has a kind smile, “Quite a change, how do you like Mandalore so far?”

“Oh…um…I haven’t seen much of it, really. I…don’t get out much.” You say hesitantly.

“And here I was thinking we just kept missing each other,” Thire’s voice is light and teasing, “But, I suppose if I moved to Coruscant after living here my whole life, I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“I have an idea,” Thire offers with an easy grin, “How about you come out with me tonight? My brothers and I like to hit the bars before the weekend.”

You hesitate, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You finally admit.

Thire leans against the fence, his dark eyes scanning your face, “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

“...no. Not really.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“...I came to Mandalore to disappear.” You say quietly, “It was very nice to meet you, but-”

Thire doesn’t say anything for a moment, “Ah. I understand.” His smile is gentle again, “I’ll get out of your way then.”

“I…sorry.”

“No need to apologize, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

He moves out of the way, and you slowly climb into the passenger seat of the speeder. K8 waits until you’re buckled in, and then she starts the speeder and shoots away.

Thire watches the speeder until it’s little more than a dot on the horizon, and then he hops the fence and jogs up to the front door.

The previous owners of the Orchard were family friends, he half grew up in this house, and had been devastated when he heard that it had been sold to a stranger. He knew the new owner was taking care of the orchard itself, the small army of droids tending to everything was proof enough, but it was weird that he never met the owner.

He genuinely thought that they just kept missing each other.

Until right now.

She looked…bad.

Dark circles under her eyes, unhealthily thin, and just…sad. So sad.

He knocks on the door, and is genuinely surprised when a droid opens the door. “Hello.” The droid says politely, “The Little Miss just left.”

“...does she live here alone?” Thire asks, his lips turning down. So much for his theory that she’s being held against her will.

“Sadly, yes.” The Droid pauses, and Thire gets the feeling that the droid is judging his worth, “I am called Tevo. Would you like to come in?”

Thire doesn’t verbally answer, he just steps inside and waits for Tevo to continue. “You know, I thought that she was being abused-”

“It is a long, sad, story.” Tevo replies, as he leads the way into the kitchen.

The house looks the same as it did the last time he visited, only with newer furniture. “Sad how?” Thire nearly drops the datapad the droid shoves into his hands, “What’s this?”

“The story.”

Thire eyes Tevo, and then looks down at the datapad. There, written in the cold, unfeeling language of a journalist, is the story of how his new neighbor came to live on Mandalore.

He reads about the fire, about how many people died, about the landlord going to jail and the wrongful death settlement.

And then he reads private notes at the bottom detailing how her family and friends flocked to her once she received the payout. How they tried to take the money from her. How they tried to force her out of the memorial.

How they broke her down to the point where running was the only option.

“She’s depressed.” Thire says slowly.

“Yes.”

“She’s been drinking?”

“Too much.”

Thire’s eyes narrow thoughtfully. “Right, I’m taking her out for dinner tonight.”

“She will not want to go.”

“Tough shit. There’s life after loss. She just needs someone to show her how to see it.” Thire replies, “And I can be that person.” He passes the datapad back to Tevo and turns back to the door, “Thanks for the info.”

“You are welcome.”

Thire leaves the house and heads home, his comm already in his hands as he begs out of drinking with his brothers, claiming something important came up. 

And while they give him a hard time, none of them mean it, they just make him promise that he’ll be there next week, and that’s the end of it.

Once he’s sure that no one is going to bother him, he spends the rest of the afternoon making sure his fire pit is clean, and can be safely lit, and he makes a thick and hearty stew with a fancy dessert.

And, just as the sun goes down, he lights the fire pit, and then jogs back over to his neighbors house.

She opens the door, and there’s a flicker of surprise on her face, “Ah…Thire…can I help you?”

“Yeah, come with me.”

“...what?”

“I made too much dinner, and I need someone to help me eat it.” Thire says with a grin, “It’s a stew, and, if I may say so myself, I am an awesome cook.”

She hesitates, and for a moment he thinks she’s going to beg out, when Tevo comes to his rescue, “An Excellent idea. That means I don’t have to cook and can finish cleaning.”

She looks slightly thrown, but nods slowly, “...okay.”

“Great, come on!”

Thire leads her down the driveway and then over to his house across the street, and then walks her around back to where the fire pit is burning. “Let me go and get the food, juice or water?”

“Juice is fine, thank you.” She replies as she slowly sinks onto one of the chairs, and flickers her gaze over his house. 

Thire vanishes into the house, and then returns a moment later with two bowls of stew, some fresh bread, and two glasses of juice. “There. Go ahead and dig in. Let me know what you think, and don’t worry about trying to spare my feelings!”

“Did you make all of this yourself?”

“I like cooking.” Thire replies with a shrug, “What about you?”

“I’ve never been much of a chef.” She admits as she slowly takes a bite of the food, and then another one. 

Success!

“Too busy?”

“Too impatient.” She corrects, “It’s not done immediately, so it’s a waste of time.”

“Ah, no wonder you’re so thin.” Thire teases.

She ducks her head, “I…um…haven’t had much of an appetite since…”

He smiles kindly, “Well, you seem to like my cooking well enough.”

She shrugs, “It’s good. It’s been awhile since anything has tasted good.”

“Well, I’m flattered. And more than happy to cook for you. Especially since it means that you have to leave your house.”

She pauses, and then sighs, “You heard about-”

“Tevo told me. I was worried you were being abused, and went to do some digging when you went to the store. Sorry.”

“Well, if my family had their way-”

“Yeah. Well, if they show up, you can give me a call, and I’ll take care of it.”

“...why do you even care?”

“Because you don’t.” Thire says, “And someone has to.”

“Knock, knock!” You look up from your datapad as your front door swings open and Thire walks in a wide grin on his handsome face. “There you are, pretty girl, I was surprised to see my home so clean when I got back.”

“Ah, well…” You duck your head, “It didn’t seem right to let you come home to a mess.” You say quietly.

His grin widens, “You’re the best.”

It’s been a year now, since you’ve been left an orphan, and you’re doing better. Or, you think you’re doing better. 

And Thire seems to agree. As you put on more weight, and as you slept more, and as you started agreeing to outings with him and his brothers, his smiles got brighter and brighter.

You like his smile. You want to keep seeing it. And so you keep improving.

You’ll never stop missing  your parents and siblings, but with the passage of time, you’re able to remember the good, rather than the bad.

You squeak when he folds his arms around your shoulders, “Anyway, ner mesh’la, I’m making a stew tonight, you coming over for dinner?”

“Shouldn’t someone else be making dinner for you? Since you just returned.”

“You hate cooking,”

“Why do you assume that I’m the one going to cook for you?” You ask.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, “Because you’re the only one I’m interested in cooking for me.”

You huff, even as your face heats, and he chuckles, “Pretty girl,” He coos, dropping a kiss to your temple, “You always get so flustered when I flirt with you.”

“You’re impossible.” You mutter.

“Impossibly in love.”

“Honestly, Thire-”

He grins at you, “Come on, pretty girl, let’s go dancing tonight.”

“I have two left feet.” You reply dryly.

“And I have two right feet! We’re a match made in heaven!” 

You laugh, “Okay, okay. I was never actually going to say no, Thire.”

“Score! My brother’s are going to be so jealous.” He drops a quick kiss to your cheek, “And now to bully Tevo into making me food.”

“I have already made food for you, Master Thire.” Tevo says as he sets a plate on the bar.

“You’re the best, Tevo.” He drops onto the stool, and grins at you, “So, what are you working on, pretty girl?”

“Oh, nothing important.” You smile at him softly, “Welcome back, by the way.”

“Glad to be back,” His gaze is soft and warm, and you duck your head.

You know that Thire means every word he says to you, and you also know that he’s willing to wait until you’re ready for a relationship. But, at this rate, you have a feeling that you’re going to be ready sooner than you think.

After all, you already feel the same way.

[mamuzzy]

Remember when I mentioned a Max Payne style game with Commander Fox as protagonist? I hope you remember, because I can't find my own post about it lol.

Since then, I wanted to draw Fox doing bullet-time stunts.

What do you think, shall I do a noir version?

Also a bonus picture:

SQUAD GOALS: When you are the biggest dork in the team but your friends are supporting you. <33333

Thire's design with the giant sweater and beany based on our brainstormings with @ithillia.

EDIT: Got a note on THAT post, so now I've found it. Thank you, friend.

[antianakin]

@theneutralmime

So again I'm going to hit this in a few parts because I think there's a few different things happening depending on the situation.

Plo's insistence that they will be found in the Malevolence arc is serving two purposes: he's presumably choosing to have faith in the Force which could be telling him to keep hope, AND he's saying what needs to be said to keep his men's spirits up. If they go into this fight believing it's hopeless anyway, then the chances are a LOT higher that they'll end up dead, whereas if they keep a little more faith in their chances of being found, it'll give them the best chance possible. He's also just trying to lift up the clones' self-esteem in GENERAL because they're mentioning that they're "expendable" which is why they have no hope in being rescued. It's not that they think the situation is completely unsalvagable, but that nobody would bother risking their lives to save a few clones when there's so many of them and they can be so easily replaced. What Plo is doing here isn't that far off from what Yoda does just the episode before with Thire, Jek, and Rys: he's affirming that he sees the clones as PEOPLE worthy of caring about and fighting for, not because they're tools he needs in the war but just because they're THEM. There is nothing else Plo can do in this situation aside from keeping them alive as long as possible, and the best way he can do that is to keep their hopes up and keep them fighting. So regardless of whether he personally believes their chances of discovery are high or not, their best chance is for Plo to convince the clones he believes they'll be found.

ANAKIN'S reaction is completely separate from that (unless you believe that Plo is sort-of listening to the Force which is telling him to keep up hope and that that's possibly coming from Anakin and Ahsoka's choices here). Anakin is basically just bending the rules here because he can tell Ahsoka cares about this. I don't personally believe Anakin would've ACTUALLY gone after Plo in this situation if Ahsoka hadn't been there and being so vocal about her feelings on the matter. I think Anakin likely would've recognized the situation as a pretty foregone conclusion and continued on in his own mission. Keep in mind that this isn't the first attack by the Malevolence and in the other situations, there were no survivors. There's no actual reason to believe Plo is alive this time and it's a LOT more logical to assume that he didn't make it. Ahsoka is being emotional because she's young and she cares about Plo and wants to abandon her own mission in order to go check on someone she cares about, which is something that could potentially have dire consequences in other areas.

What Anakin does is try to find a loophole of sorts that allows them to still complete their original mission while accomplishing this other task, too. And while this logic works out for him, it assumes that nothing is going to happen to his fleet on the way to their final destination while he's gone. He is, effectively, abandoning his entire battalion in order to go save ONE PERSON (because I don't for a SECOND believe he cares about the 104th, he only cares about Plo because that's who AHSOKA cares about). If the 501st had gotten attacked mid-route somehow or they'd had issues along the way, they were left without either Jedi General or Commander to help them out. Yes, Plo and his three men would've died, but losing an entire fleet (which would be in ADDITION to losing Plo's entire battalion) would be far worse in the long run.

And this is why Anakin keeps getting away with acting like this. He takes massive risks in the name of emotional attachments that COULD have dire consequences but he manages to just keep getting lucky, which he convinces himself means that he was RIGHT. But that's not how it works, it's not the same thing. And eventually, that kind of thinking is going to lead him down the wrong path and he won't get so lucky.

You can also look at this situation like the trolley problem. Ideally, they'd like to just stop the trolley before it gets to either line with people on it. But if they CAN'T stop the trolley in time (and they have no control over which line it goes to), and the trolley's now hit that line with one person on it, is it better to go check and see if that one person survived being hit or is it better to go get the other people off the trolley line so they DON'T get hit by a trolley at all? It's possible another trolley might never come down, it's possible that that one person is still alive and could survive if only they're attended to in time. But it's also just as possible that a second trolley might come down and hit those other people on the other track while you're off saving that one person who's already been hit.

Now let's look at Luminara on Geonosis during the factory explosion. Here we get a more direct comparison between how a REAL Jedi handles the possibility of losing someone they care about and how ANAKIN handles the possibility of losing someone he cares about. The main difference for me here is the way they ultimately end up treating EACH OTHER. There's zero evidence that Luminara WOULDN'T have supported Anakin's attempts at finding them, and in fact there's actually evidence to support that Luminara was ALSO trying to look for them when she knelt down on the ground to meditate (something Anakin, like most of the fandom, tends to misinterpret as Luminara dropping to her knees in grief). When Anakin sees what he THINKS is Luminara losing herself to emotion, he's completely capable of being compassionate and reaching out to comfort Luminara, but when she responds that she's actually okay and will deal with Barriss's death if it happens, his compassion EVAPORATES. Almost like it was never even there and wasn't truly compassion in the first place (it's not that selfless if it's only offered when she adheres to HIS idea of how to properly grieve). And he never gives her the benefit of the doubt after this, never tries to understand her perspective AT ALL. All he does is continue to provoke her and harass her and then when they DO find Barriss and Ahsoka, Anakin IMMEDIATELY chooses to throw Luminara under the bus and accuse her of not caring about her own padawan RIGHT IN FRONT OF BARRISS.

Luminara, by contrast, continuously reaches out to Anakin to offer HIM compassion. Even in the face of his being a complete and utter asshole, his anger and selfishness towards her, she recognizes that this is Anakin GRIEVING the possibility of having lost Ahsoka, and so she offers selfless comfort ANYWAY. Even as he lashes out at her, even as he rejects her comfort and advice, she keeps offering it. Because she's a TRUE Jedi while Anakin is only a Jedi in name and nowhere is that more obvious than in this super direct parallel.

And you can compare this later to the advice Plo gives Anakin about Ahsoka during the Padawan Lost arc where he says that all Anakin can do at this point is trust that he's given her enough training to find her own way home. When there's nothing Anakin can truly do to help, he just has to trust in Ahsoka and trust in the Force to guide her. He has to trust he's been a good enough teacher. And in both the Geonosis episode with Luminara and the Padawan Lost arc with Plo, Ahsoka DOES manage to save herself. Anakin isn't really the person who does anything to save Ahsoka on Geonosis because he has no idea where to even start looking and it's a large area to search and they don't have enough time to search everywhere. Ahsoka sends a signal that gets through to the others, though, and THAT'S what saves her. It's something Anakin taught her before, sure, but nothing Anakin is doing right now in this moment is helping and THAT'S what Luminara is trying to impress upon him. All they can do right now, just like Plo and his men with the Malevolence, is trust in the Force and WAIT. Luminara is keeping herself calm, focused, and centered because getting emotional isn't going to help Barriss. Anakin getting emotional certainly doesn't help Ahsoka.

This is also a lesson we see pop up in other areas, as well. We see Obi-Wan getting taught a similar lesson during AOTC where he has to just trust he's taught Anakin well enough that he can manage his own obstacles and fix his own mistakes on a solo mission. He has to let go of his worries and doubts enough to let Anakin go because that's just how growing up works. And while we as the audience know that there's absolutely good reason to worry about Anakin being able to handle a solo mission, the Jedi aren't wrong to advise Obi-Wan to give Anakin room to make his own mistakes so he can grow. Also, in the episode JUST PRIOR to the one with Luminara, Landing at Point Rain, we see Anakin dealing with the loss of a loved one in the RIGHT way. Obi-Wan's ship crashes and Anakin is stuck far away and they don't know if Obi-Wan is injured or even alive. But Anakin is also still with Ahsoka and their troops, trying to get to the original landing site. Anakin COULD run ahead and try to get to Obi-Wan's ship to help him, but he'd be abandoning everybody else in order to do so and there's tons of enemies between them and the landing site, so the chances that they'd make it without his help are slim at best. So when Ahsoka starts getting emotional about wanting to help Obi-Wan, Anakin has to be the one to teach her this and tell her that they can't just go running off when it means abandoning other people to die. All they can do is protect the people they have the ability to protect and trust that in the Force and in Obi-Wan's own abilities.

So it's not like Anakin doesn't KNOW how he's supposed to handle this situation. He literally does EXACTLY what Luminara does JUST THE LAST EPISODE and teaches this exact fucking lesson to his own Padawan like the day before. And yet, when he's losing it and someone else is having to remind him about it, he can't take his own advice. He forgets everything he's ever learned and instead becomes a complete asshole to someone who has done nothing to deserve it.

So the lesson here isn't that you should never do anything to try to help people that MIGHT be dead, it's about prioritizing and knowing what it is you CAN do in the situation. With Plo, Anakin and Ahsoka CAN go save Plo, sure, but it means making a concession somewhere else. They prioritize saving Plo over staying with their own battalion. Plo has to prioritize keeping his men alive which means he has to choose to be optimistic even in the face of low odds because all he CAN do is keep fighting to stay alive as long as possible. Anakin can't REALLY do anything for Ahsoka when the factory explodes because he just has too little information to act on and this drives him NUTS. AHSOKA can work on sending a signal to him, but all Anakin can do is WAIT and have faith that Ahsoka will find a way out. Anakin's not so good at the faith thing, though, just canonically. Anakin doesn't like letting go of that much control in his life (or the lives of people he cares about). Luminara, however, CAN let go of the need to have control over everything and is doing what little she CAN do, which is reaching out with the Force to see if she can sense where Barriss is and keeping herself calm and focused.

Anakin IS wrong both times. The fact that things work out for him both times doesn't make him right in either instance. Remember, the exact things that cause him to make the choices he does HERE are the same things he uses to convince himself it's okay to commit a genocide against the Jedi later in order to save Padme. It's the exact same reasoning, he just gets lucky these times and gets LESS lucky later.

[akwolfgrl]

I'm a great fuck but better lover part 6

Zoro entered the boys' room. It was late but still earlier than his usual time. When he placed his swords on the coach, he noticed a new extra large hammock strung up. Sanji lay curled up inside. It was safe to assume that this was the surprise waiting for him that Sanji had mentioned during dishes. Zoro slid off his shoes, shirt, and pants, leaving his boxers on before sliding into the hammock next to his boyfriend. He pressed Sanji's slimmer body against his own, his head tucked under his chin, the other man's long legs trapped his own snuggling closer. Zoro could get used to this.

When he woke, Sanji was gone, only Luffy's snores to keep him company, Usopp was on watch last night. Zoro grabbed the clothes he had on yesterday and grabbed his swords from the coach. He went straight for the kitchen, and he paused to look inside before he opened the door the rest of the way. Sanji left it open a cack so Mr. Noodles could come and go as he pleased. He was sitting at the table, a cup of tea by his side, a small plate with half a pice of toast with red jam on top, a cigarette in one hand and his pen in the other. His blond hair with it slight curls glowing in the morning light. Zoro opened the door and made his way inside.

“Your up early today,” Sanji spoke, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Come sit by me, I was just working on your notebook,”

“My notebook?” Zoro decided to lay across the bench the best he could and lay his head in Sanji's lap. His boyfriend's free hand ran his long fingers through his short hair.

“While in town I picked up a pack of colored notebooks to keep records on food prenceses for everyone, right now I'm just transferring the info I already have,” Sanji explained taking a sip of his tea. “Did you want tea or toast before bakefast? I made Rose Jam form the roses you got me."

“Nah, what's for breakfast anyway?”

“Soufflé pancakes and okonomiyaki for you, of course lots of meat for Luffy,”

“Okonomiyaki? I haven't had that in years, thire was a street cart that used to make the best okonomiyaki I had some when I said my goodbyes before I left,” Zoro had spent hours at Kuinas grave knowing he wouldn't see her again until he achieved his goal.

“Zoro, we need to talk,” Zoro sat up, that did not sound good. But he couldn't think of anything that could be worng. He knew he was new to realships but he couldn't have fucked up that badly alredy…the crows nest incident not withstanding. “About sex, we shuld have talked before and more. I really don't want anthoer crows nest cry to happen,”

“Oh…OK? What do we need to talk about? It's just sex?”

“It stopped being just sex when you started spanking me, let alone edging, tieing me up and me choking you with my thighs,” Sanji listed off his cigarette bobbing while he spoke.

“Yah, I guess you've got a point,”

“So I'm no expert, but I know a few things about this, we already talked a bit about what we don't like, I guess add degadison to the list. We need to talk before trying new things I think, as much fun as it was to choke you with my thighs it was pretty fucking treffing, what if you didn't pinch me? What if I didn't feel it in time? Also we need to get better rope for the next time, rope burn is very unpleasant,”

“But I did pinch you, and I didn't pass out,” Zoro pointed out. “But I suppose your right,”

“So I was thinking maybe write down some hard and soft limits to start with maybe stuff you wish to try, like for me a hard limit is the head and face coverings, soft is the gags. I don't like them, but well, we do live in a shared space, so they might be necessary,” Sanji handed him the feathered pen and some paper. “I need to start breakfast, so how about we talk again after dinner,” Sanji gave him a kiss before heading to the fridge, taking his dishes with him

Zoro shoved the papper and the pen in his Haramaki and escaped to the crows nest. Once thire, he took one of his weights and got to work. As he got into the rhythm, he thought about what they had discussed. He had to think back on his prior experience about what he did and did not like.

He honestly didn't like being called Master/Slave/Daddy/Sir he didnt like saying it, ethior. It was just weird to him. Zoro honestly never had thought about this before, but for his Love-Cook, he'd give it ago.

[queen--kenobi]

Okay but also re: Thorn having hearing aids

Absolutely pops them out for both comedic effect. Like when he and Thire get into arguments, he'll totally take them out and make a show of it

Also pops them out discretely. This is mostly when a senator is going off on him for no reason. He can read lips so he knows what they're saying. Sometimes it's legit he cannot handle hearing more abusive language, and sometimes it's that he gets massive headaches hearing some of them talk

As mentioned before, he can read lips. It's a very useful skill. He and his brothers will sometimes fuck with shinies by acting like Thorn can use the Force. It's really just Thorn reading their lips as they subtly mouth words

Mando'a sign language? Mando'a sign language. Mostly between him and other heavy gunners, but both Thire and Fox took the effort to learn. Thire because that's his favorite brother, and Fox because a) he'd do something like that for all the Guard and b) sometimes Fox just can't be bothered to talk or talking outloud makes his headache/sensory issues worse

[varpusvaras]

Clones got to see a lot more of the Galaxy than what most of the regular citizens ever did.

Thire didn't think it was a privilege, absolutely not, but if there was something to be even marginally thankful about in their life, he was going to take it.

He got to see the Galaxy a bit less than most of his brothers. All of the Guard did. There were other things they had that the rest of their brothers didn't, of course. Either way, they all got to see a lot of different cultures, by either travelling all over because of campaigns, or by seeing the Galactic melting pot that was Coruscant every day.

The vode had their own culture, of course, no matter how much Thire had heard people talking about how the things they had weren't truly theirs. How all their customs really just belonged to somene else, Mandalorians or the Jedi or whoever. Another way for others to say they were just copies, Thire thought. Another way to say that they were less than every other being in the Galaxy.

Thire had stopped caring about what others said about them a long time ago. It would never stop, so it was better that way. And he knew very well what was theirs, and what belonged to nobody else than them.

Well. Some things of theirs could belong to others, as well.

He had noticed the way Senator Organa would lean down for a very quick keldabe every time Fox couldn't take his helmet off. How Senator Amidala had started to greet them by telling them how happy she was to see them alive. How General Koon carried the Wolfpacks colors on him. Little things like that, showing them who their people were.

The colors of their armors had always been one of the biggest things that showed everybody who they were and where they belonged to. The armor told you were vode. The color told your company. The patterns told who you were. The last one was extremely important for all of them, and perhaps the one thing Thire was truly jealous about when it came to the differences between the Guard and the rest of the GAR. He had seen some troopers change their designs multiple times, always tweaking them a little bit, adding patterns if they added tattoos or if they went through something defining while on the field, carrying remembrances even on their outside.

It was not really a thing for the Guard. Their armors were supposed to only show that they were Guard, and that was it. The reason the Commanders got to have a different color scheme was just so everybody could easily tell that they are the Commander, and that was it. Thire hadn't even gotten that much, since his armor was mostly identical to what the rest of the Guard wore. Getting the pattern changed now would've been almost impossible without there being some sort of repercussions.

It wasn't a big thing he wanted to do, but Thire was not going to risk it. It was just a shame that he had met Riyo only after already getting his new armor, when there had still been time for him to request any changes. It would've been just few new stripes, so he would've been able to carry just a little part of Riyo every day with him, even on the outside.

He had mentioned it to Riyo last week, as she had asked about something related to how the rest of the GAR chose their paint. He shouldn't have. She had been upset about it, telling him how it was not right, how he should be able to change the pattern if he wanted to, how all of them should, since it was much more to them than just an uniform. Thire hadn't meant to make her upset. Even if she was right. The armor was much more to them than just something they were because being a soldier required it. Thire himself spent more time in his armor than outside of it.

He had told her that it was not a big deal. It wasn't. Thire had stopped caring about little injustices like that, after all. He had had to.

Riyo had been upset a little more, and then got a look on her face, the one Thire knew meant that she was going to do something she felt was correct. Thire had also learnt by now to not to try and prevent her from doing most of those things.

He hadn't noticed it at first, looking at her on that podium. She had always worn a lot of red. It looked good on her, contrasting nicely with the color of her skin and the pale tone of her hair. Then she had requested a turn, and there had been a camera on her, and he had seen the white on her sleeves, showing of the red stripes on her arms boldly.

Thire looked at her as she spoke, the colors of the Guard on display on her for the whole Senate to see, and his face felt really warm underneath his helmet. As did his eyes, and Thire had to blink rapidly a few times for the sensation to dissipate.

Maybe...maybe he cared, after all, a little more than he had told himself until now.

[redroverrider]

Foxiyo Week Day One: Behind Enemy Lines

Commander Fox made several things very clear to his shinies. Some of them were obvious, like the importance of obeying your superiors. Or the fact that the Coruscant Guard was not just any unit of clones, but an elite one. Which meant that they would hold themselves to a even higher standard and functioned even more efficiently than groups away on the battlefield.

Other things were less obvious. Perhaps the most surprising message he drilled into them was that the senators of the Galactic Republic were not their friends. They were politicians, meaning that by their very nature they were selfish, corrupt, and power-hungry, and focused first and foremost on preserving that power. The Guard protected them and their employees, but that was because it was their job to do so. And that meant doing it the very best that they could. 

Still, Fox made it clear to new recruits that these senators were not to be trusted, no matter how friendly and caring some of them may appear. Any trooper who so much as made small talk with a senator was subject to a stern talking-to, not to mention inevitable betrayal.

So yes, perhaps he had a bit of a double standard, he admitted to himself, as he was currently sitting in Senator Riyo Chuchi’s office for no reason other to to spend time with her. Riyo was currently working through a draft of a bill that she and her associates were planning on introducing, while he was reading through the previous day’s crime reports. But no one needed to know about this. And even if someone did find out, he could always say he was providing her with reports and updates on the state of Coruscant, which conceivably fell within the scope of his job. But no one would ever find out about these times that they spent together.

Taking another sip of caf, Fox looked up from his data pad and over at Senator Chuchi, who, sensing his attention, looked back at him. He gave her a warm, polite smile, which she returned  immediately. He still was stunned how beautiful and charming she could look just by raising the corners of her mouth.

This was how these get-togethers usually were. They didn’t talk much, but they loved just being able to be in each others presence. It made them both feel a bit of relief from the normally stressful environments they both worked in. 

After a while, though, Fox’s com beeped, with Thire saying that a new squadron of gunships had just arrived, and were ready for inspection.

Fox stood up, gathering the few things he had brought with him. “Duty calls.”

Riyo got up from her chair and walked over to him. “Will I see you again this week?” She asked with a smile.

Fox returned the smile. “Probably. The troops seem to be doing well with our work right now.”

“Well, you have my private com channel,” she said. “So just let me know.” She put her hand on his arm. “Be safe, Commander” She said. 

“You as well, Senator.” He replied. 

Fox made sure to put his helmet back on before opening the door and walking out into the hall. He was immediately glad he did that, because he ran into Thorn walking in the hallway outside. Thorn glanced at him and then back towards the office from which Fox had came, as the two Commanders fell into step together.

“Did you have another meeting with Senator Chuchi?” Thorn asked, a slight hint of disbelief in his voice. He knew as well as any other other trooper how much Fox disliked politicians. 

“Yes.” Fox replied quickly. “You know how she is. Always wanting to know the good and bad of what’s happening around Coruscant.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard. Doesn’t it get to you having to update her almost every week?”

“Its part of the job. Not that big of a deal.” Fox said, hoping Thorn would drop it. 

“Still,” Thorn said chuckling. “We all know how you feel about the senators. The men always say that going into a politicians office is like going behind enemy lines.” 

“Well, it does feel like that sometimes” Fox said as they boarded the elevator. And with most of the senators, it genuinely did. In the case of Senator Chuchi, however, Fox never felt anything close to that. But for now, at least, no one needed to know that. 

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Super excited to get to do Foxiyo week this year! I have plans for all the days, so I'm hoping to get most or all of them done

@foxiyoweek

[indigo-o]

I won't leave you

I really don't know what to do with this but I hope yall enjoy

The reader is like a little sibling/child to sigma even though he's 3 lmao

Reader also had an ability to draw things into life to an extent which is why they're working with him.

Fluff/comfort

Tw: Nikolai gogol, mentions of abuse, yelling I think that's it.

I looked up to see the sun rising. Time to start a new day. I went to my closet and got ready.

Ever day was like this, simple. My life in the sky casino. I'm the secretary to the general Manger. He doesn't even need one. He remembers everything.

I open the door. The same hallway it's been for a while since they hired me. I walked through the hallway getting to his office.

"Good sir, I'm sorry I'm late.". I sighed.

He gave a soft smile. "It's fine don't worry.".

I grabbed a piece of paper and sat down next to him and began to write and draw.

"Remember you have 1 meeting today with client a750 at 1400.". I smile.

He nodded.

We sat in his office for an 3-4 hours when his meeting came up.

It was a very 'private' meeting meaning I had to leave. Right before I left he gave me a key to his room and said.

"I have something in there for you.".

I took it and left the office, as I left a man with long white hair and Heterochromia eyes held the door open for me and then closed it quite quickly once I left.

I didn't put much thought to it and walked to his room.

When I opened the door I found a little gift bag, which held a set of very expensive pencils and sketch books. And right next to the gift bag was a bouquet of lillys.

He truly does memorize things.

So so kind.

I sat down on his couch and began to draw. I and after an hour or so I felt my eyes grow weak. And like that I was asleep.

✨️Sigma's pov✨️

"So you just kidnapped them?". I yelled at this clown in front of me.

"Oh no! We saved them! We give them protection for use of thire ability!". He's laughed without a care in the world.

"This is a 15 year old! They don't need this! I'm sure they already have enough to deal with!".

"Quiz time!!!! Why did we, what did you say? Kidnap them???, did you because their family abused them??? CORRECT!!". He shouted.

He then continued. " if it weren't for us they wouldn't be here, and we decided that you would be the best to take care of them. So yes we did kidnapp them but for a good cause. Remember I may be crazy but I feel gilt. And leaving them in there especially with their ability would have cause gilt.".

Hes definitely insane. At least he had good intentions this time. The truth is I don't need them but they need me.

"Okay gogol, thank you for coming. We will need to re-introduce y'all so thire comfortable.".

"Byeeeeeèeee sigma!!!". A grin appeared on his face as he disappeared threw his over coat.

I stood up, to go to room and check to see if they were still in there. "I'll be back."

Low and behold there they were curled up on my couch sound asleep. I walked to my bed and grabbed a blanket for them. Then placing on top of them.

Something was off, they were tense. Too tense. (Iconic dun dun duhnnnnn)

I shock them. It took 3 times then they opened their eyes shot open.

♧《readers pov》♧

I jumped up and grabbed the nearest person to me, it happened to only sigma in the room. I hugged him as tight as I could.

He tensed up but then relaxed.

"It's okay, shhh. It's okay. Nothing can hurt you.".

I continued to hug him as I cried.

"Please don't leave me, I'm sorry."

♤★Back to sigma's pov★♤

this what gogol ment. The other two can't deal with this. But shit I don't know what to do. Do I just sit here? Am I helping?

"Don't worry I won't leave you.".

I continued to let them hold on to me. Cry as much as they needed. I rubbed their back. Their breath slowed down.

"It's okay don't worry, I'm here, I won't leave you."

Their head laid on my chest as they slowly fell back into sleep.

"I won't leave you"

Hope y'all enjoyed!