#((Red has her own nicknames for all the commanders))

[yan-lorkai]

Hello! I have a Black butler request if you don’t mind! (It can be yandere but If you can make it not to noticeable??? If that makes sense.)

If I may could I request a Ciel Phantomhive x Cruella De Vill reader? I mean not exactly like Cruella but the fact she was born with hair spilt between black and white, she owns multiple Dalmatians which are really aggressive guard dogs for her. And she has a wonderful sense of fashion, even though most her clothes are only black, white or red. She even has a nickname that combines her name and Cruel together (like “Cruel-(/N)”) because she can be really honest and it comes off as rude. She is short temper but unlike Cruella she is only occasionally sassy but most of the time she is quiet because she used to get made fun of for her hair.

Also I was hoping it would be a oneshot, with a few hc. But if that’s to much it can just be hc! Thank you and have a nice day!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I hope I did this rq justice because I absolutely loved it. Detailed rqs my beloveds. As you ask, I did some hcs and then wrote a little drabble, though I do apologize for such delay in answer it. Hope you like darling <33

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Platonic content. Maybe typos too.

☆*: In Ciel's ears, the news of a figure with two-tone hair who only dresses in black and red reaches him through gossip that Lau felt the need to share. The rumors, however, were not enough to capture the earl's attention at first. Who cares if Londoners are talking about this girl because she acts different and has a sharp tongue? Who cares if she has some protective dogs who can attack on command?

☆*: Certainly not Ciel. He has better things to worry about being the Queen's Watchdog besides running his own company. Gossip and rumors are not something that holds his attention unless they are related to the murderers who killed his parents.

☆*: So it takes a while before you finally get to know each other and he can get a glimpse of your strong genius. And heavens, he's enchanted, even if he doesn't know it, feelings aren't Ciel's thing. One thing he knows, this night will be one he would never forget.

...

Reluctantly, Ciel was participating in the celebration. A glass of juice in his hand as he watched each of the nobles approach the throne, kneel and say their rehearsed congratulations. So typical of nobles, so insincere. He hated it here, he could be doing so many things right in the comfort of his office. Still, he smiled and played his part when all adults around him looked down on him just because he was the only child here.

The starry night became filled with light and laughter; The Queen was throwing a party to celebrate another birthday well spent. Her age-kissed skin was still glowing, her eyes carrying a tinge of unforgettable joy, and her voice a jovial tone. As usual, she sat on her throne and waited for one by one the nobles to greet and boast about the gifts that were certainly better than the others.

It was funny to watch though. They all just seemed like jealous peacocks, huffing and puffing their feathers, wanting the queen attention on them.

Sebastian when can we leave? was what he wanted to ask to the butler at his side. What he almost asked. But right at that moment he heard a commotion.

A few meters ahead stood the notorious Cru-y/n DeVil, your presence commanding attention. Ciel couldn't help but be drawn to you, his gaze fixating on you with a mixture of intrigue and caution. Despite your reputation, he couldn't deny your beauty, a striking contrast to the darkness that surrounded your name. You were young, much like himself, yet exuded a confidence that belied your age, almost as if you too had to grown fast to protect yourself.

You seemed to be fighting a much older and powerful woman. The duchess who was always looking to fight someone and today had just found her new victim. But you aren't having any of that, making exaggerated gestures and smiling mockingly at the duchess.

Ciel observed the scene with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, at least the party turned out to be entertaining with this little fight happening and the queen was also watching you two too intently, curious, not at all bothered by it. Ciel couldn't help but roll his eyes when the duchess continued to argue and pointed her finger at you.

"Your hat is adorable" You say in a loud and clear tone, with the sweetest smile you can produce. "I'm sure it was worth sacrificing Big Bird, its poor beautiful yellow feathers wasted on this hat that perfectly fit your head."

A murmur starts around the two of you, some are laughing loudly, others are whispering among themselves, repeating what you said. The duchess, wanting to appear strong and resilient, fixes her khaki yellow hat - that barely fits in her head, lifts her chin an extra millimeter and leaves. However, Ciel knew that your comment would still haunt her for months to come. Today she had lost a fight and was insulted.

Undeniable was that the hat was horrendous.

Holding back a laugh that seems to want to escape him anyway, Ciel takes off his hat in greeting to you as soon as your eyes meet. He understood now why everyone was talking about you so much. To the court you were like a fresh breath of air, devastating if you hate it, great if you like it. And he absolutely like it. Not a lot of younger aristocrats behave this way and he really needs someone different to spend time, as Elizabeth is quite overwhelming with her affection and Sullivan is busy.

He approach you and with this gesture, plans to know more about you. He is now curious and his curiosity must be satisfied.

[xoxo-sarah]

Red

↝a/n: I didn't quite execute this though the way I wanted to :// reader is in the band with Eddie.

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

↝warning: slight innuendo ?, not proofread , Steve is down bad ngl

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Steve Harrington, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 12.28.24

"C'mon, man." Steve rolled his eyes at Eddie's pleading, honestly tired of hearing the man's voice. It was the same question every Friday. "It'll be fun, I promise, man." Eddie glanced at his band setting up in the garage, Steve's eyes following. You stood in front of the drums, your legs blocking the words "Corroded Coffin" made out of tape on the bass drum. You pushed your hair out of your face, placing some of the teased hair behind your pierced ear. "You need to loosen up, bud."

Steve eyes traced your figure, the way the white tank top hugged your curves. Bright red could be seen through the thin fabric. He hasn't talked to you much, but he couldn't help his eyes lingering every time you were around. He wanted to talk to you. He just never got around to it. Maybe he was intimidated. Eddie would say so.

Eddie could pinpoint when Steve had taken an interest in you. It was the second you met. Eddie had introduced you as "Red". The nickname settled on Steve's tongue, tingling like poprocks. You had been nicknamed that because you always has to have some sort of red on. If the outfit is all black, there's a red bracelet or earrings. You had a pair of red converse that you wore all of the time. Steve took notice of how warn out they were getting, feeling the urge to buy a new pair for you.

Eddie patted Steve shoulder, getting his attention back.

Steve reluctantly agreed. He tried to get Robin to go with him, so he wouldn't have to suffer alone. But she always found an excuse. He silently cursed her under his breath as bodies pressed against his in the small bar. He tried to make it to the backstage, looking for Eddie, the person who got him into this mess. Just as he got to the stage, the lights went dark. many of the drunk people continued to talk amongst themselves as the band came on stage.

Steve's mouth fell agape at your stage presence. Eddie watched as Steve watched you walk around the stage, captivating everyone's attention just by your voice.

Steve couldn't help but watch your every move. The rest of the band were tuned out from his mind; you and only you clouding his mind.

You went from banging your head back and forth with the music, to standing walking around the stage, eyes with a hazed look.

You eventually got so into the song that your hand roams your body, pulling up the black tank top, showing everyone the red, lacy bra. Steve swears he felt his breath hitch. He could practically feel the fabric against his fingertips.

As the song reached its climax, Steve felt his heart race in sync with the pounding drums. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, mesmerized by your energy and confidence. The way you commanded the stage was unlike anything he'd ever seen.

Days after, Steve makes his way to the house where the band practices, standing around awkwardly. The guys look at him, amused. "Here to see Red?" Eddie chuckled, yanking the guitar pick out from his amused lips. Steve ignored the looks from the group around him. He wasn't here to be judged, he simply wanted to see you- he needed to see you.

"Where is she?"

Eddie nodded towards the door that connected from the garage to the house. As if on cue, you opened the door, stepping out in an all black outfit. It was more comfortable than what you wore at the show, not as snug on your figure. Your face was bare of the dramatic make-up from a few nights ago. Steve couldn't tell which look he liked more.

He couldn't help the way his mind went to what exactly you wore that was red. Was it the same bra? You didn't seem to have anything else that was visible. Your earrings are small, little silver moon crescents, no necklace decorating your neck.

"Harrington." You acknowledged, before handing out the cans of soda.

"Red," the nickname fell from his lips like he had been the one to make it up. It felt natural spilling from his mouth. "Can I, uh, can I talk to you?"

You looked up, feeling multiple pairs of eyes on you, anticipating your next move. "Sure." You threw the last can of soda through the air, having Eddie curse you as he caught it.

Steve felt a rush of excitement as you agreed to talk. The way you tossed that can to Eddie was so effortlessly cool, and he couldn't help but admire you even more.

You walked further down the pavement, leading away from the open garage. Steve stuck his hands in his front pockets, mind whirling.

"I saw you at the show the other night." Metal and Rock music wasn't something Steve usually listened to, but that might very well change.

Steve quickly nodded, hoping his face wasn't as red as your bra had been. "Yeah, Eddie forced me to go. I can't hate him for it, I had fun."

You smiled, biting your bottom lip lightly, "That's good. You should come to the next one."

"I'll think about it." God, of course he'll be there. Will he be paying attention to the words and music? No. "I actually wanted to ask you something."

You raised your brows, encouraging him to continue.

"Uh," suddenly, the concrete under his shoes was interesting. "I was wondering if you're free this Friday."

Your mouth opened, eyes searching his shy ones. "We actually have a show."

"Oh, yeah. Okay," He nodded, trying to play it off.

"But," you stepped forward, "I'm free after the show. Maybe you should come watch and we can go somewhere after."

Steve's face lit up, his heart racing as he processed your words. Relief washed over him, mingling with a surge of excitement. He couldn't believe his luck. "Yeah, I'd like that," he managed to say, trying to keep his voice steady. He admired how your face looked with no crazy eyeshadow and lipstick to distract from the color of your eyes. The natural pink of your lips captivated him. His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips.

You smiled, standing on your toes to bring your face closer to his. Your lips plants a quick peck on his crimson cheek.

As he walked away, his mind was a blur of thoughts about Friday. The anticipation of spending more time with you made his heart feel light, and he couldn't help but smile to himself. The concrete under his feet didn't seem so interesting anymore; all he could think about was you and the possibilities of what might happen after the show. God, he hoped you wore that red, lacy bra again.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

A glorious idea has spawned in my brain

Hunter x Criminal!reader where they have a Batman/Catwoman relationship, however this time Omega meets the reader and absolutely adores her so the reader decides to stick around a bit (despite Hunter's protests). During this time, the reader and Omega form a mother/daughter and Hunter secretly loves it and falls for the reader everytime he sees her with Omega

Hello my lovely anon,

Thank you for such a fantastic request. I hope I did your request justice. The setting is Season 1 of Bad Batch, so hopefully you don't mind too much. I wrote with f!Criminal!reader, hope that's okay. Reader has a nickname.

Enjoy.

Also, since this isn't part of the Fic Roulette request, it'll be filed under the One Shots Master List. It's a little longer almost at 2400 words.

Love oo,

Not Ready

Warnings: Slight thieving, Omega in danger, dangling from a tower, banter, angst, fluff, shooting, dangerous driving, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

Part Two

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“Give it back, and we can just both walk away.”

You twirled the rather large knife in your hand, “Hmmm, no.”

Hunter clenched his fists, “I said, hand it over.”

“And I said no.” You smirked underneath your mask, the only thing visible on your face were your eyes. Eyes so full of cockiness, determination and experience. “I gotta ask though, why so long?” You chuckled, “Compensating for something?” You flipped it back and forth in your hand, twirling it around your palm and the back of your hand. “Has good weight.” You smirked as you arched your brow, “If you know what I mean.”

“I don’t have time for your nonsense!” Hunter looked behind, sensing the Imperial troopers closing in, he let out a sigh, and before you even realized what was happening he tried to stun you. 

Unfortunately, he missed thanks to your ability to sense when danger was imminent. Without even thinking your body back-handspringed away from the blue stun blast. “That was rude.”

“Listen, I need to get to my sister, and I don’t have time to mess around!” Hunter could hear Tech on his comms as he described Omega hanging from the tower. 

“Your sister’s in trouble?” All teasing and flirting died on your lips as soon as you heard that.

“Yes!”

You nodded and tossed the knife back to the chiseled red-bandana wearing man in front of you, “Let me help.”

“No. You’ve helped enough.” His tone full of annoyance and frustration. He grabbed the knife and took off running towards Omega, ignoring the pang of regret from his tone. It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know he was running to help Omega. Yet, the frustration from having to waste even a minute on you was more than enough to make him worry about Omega’s safety and that’s all that mattered. 

His feet came to a sudden halt when you appeared in front of him with a speeder bike, “Hop on!”

“What?”

“Just … I feel bad, ok! Now shut up, and get on!”

He didn’t delay, jumping on the back of the speeder holding on to your waist tightly as you weaved through traffic.

“Where is she?” You shouted over the noise of the air rushing past your ears. 

Hunter didn’t respond and simply pointed to the person dangling from the tower, as another helmeted person neared her position. 

You sped up the speeder, you’d know Fennec’s helmet anywhere. You weaved and dodged against the oncoming traffic, almost as though you could see where and when the next vehicle was going to be turning or shifting. Your heart nearly dropped as you saw the tiny person slip, driving faster and more dangerous to catch her in time. 

Hunter reached out his hand and grabbed a hold of Omega’s in midair, tossing her onto his lap, pinning her between the two of you. “You okay, back there?” You shouted to make sure everyone was safe as you saw Fennec jump down and commandeer a vehicle of her own chasing after the three of you. 

“We’re fine. Get us out of here!” He shouted as he quickly checked over Omega to make sure she was uninjured and safe. He couldn’t see much from how she was clutching to his chest plate, but it didn’t seem like she was in pain either. 

“You got this?”

“What?” 

“I’m asking if you know how to drive a speeder?”

“Yeah! Why?” He didn’t clue in to what you were preparing to do until you flipped over him and landed on Fennec’s vehicle.

“Hey gorgeous!” You smirked as you looked at her.

“Ugh! Should’ve known you’d be here.” Fennec answered, rolling her eyes as she tried to keep her eyes on her target.

“Wasn’t supposed but I sort of owed him one. Back off.” You stood aiming your blaster into the hood.

“No can do, little Butterfly.”

Force you hated that nickname, somehow it had stuck among the bounty hunters and assassins, simply because you were quick and light on your feet. Dazzling them with your antics and before they even realized you slipped out of their sight, blending into the crowds more often than not. 

“Fennec, I like you, but you need to back off!”

“What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing.”

“I’ll split the reward with you, if you help me capture the little girl.”

You tried to stay balanced as Fennec tilted the vehicle side to side, “You disappoint me, going after a child.”

“Jobs a job, honey.”

You shook your head, “I warned you,” you shot your blaster into her engine, jumping off onto a nearby transport, watching as her engine began to sputter. She jumped to safety standing on the closest terrace she could find, as she watched you and her target move further away. You jumped down, finding your way back to the ground, hoping from one transport to the next. 

Once you touched solid ground, you looked back up to see Fennec turn and walk away. ‘Until next time, gorgeous.’ You mumbled as you headed back to the marketplace, before you even got five feet away, you felt your body jerk forward as tiny hands wrapped around your waist. You looked down to see the blonde girl, the rather striking man had rescued, his sister. 

“Uh… thanks, kid. I think…” you giggled as you pulled her arms away from you. 

“You saved me!” She beamed with a brilliant smile as she looked at you.

“I think your brother did that. I just drove.” You subtly shook your head, subtly moving away from the overwhelming bundle of joy.

“She has a point,” Hunter offered, “if you didn’t show up with a speeder when you did …” you could tell on his face he didn’t want to think about what might’ve happened.

“Listen, Fennec would’ve come up with something. She’s a bounty hunter, but she’s a fairly decent one. Anyway I’m glad you’re safe,” you patted the little girl’s head, “take care of yourself and your brother. Seems like he gets into trouble easily.” You turned to walk away when she gripped your fingers.

“Come with us.” She pleaded looking at you with big eyes that were asking for more than you were prepared to give, or have given to anyone since you could actually remember. It was nice to feel needed, but it was too much. 

Hunter wanted to grab Omega and pull her away from this woman who showed up, and was constantly surprising and making him feel uneasy at every turn. “Omega, we don’t know her circumstances. She’s probably already committed to something else, right?” Hunter narrowed his eyes on the helmeted woman in front of him, not wanting her to take the invitation Omega offered.

You’ve seen that look a thousand times before. It said everything that really mattered, you weren’t welcome, and he wanted you to leave as soon as possible. 

“Don’t worry,” you started keeping your eyes locked on the man standing behind Omega, “your brother is right, I’m … currently … occupied with other matters.” You smiled as you turned your attention to Omega, and kneeled before her, “Omega, right?”

She nodded, not letting your fingers go. 

You smiled and pulled out a collapsable vibroblade, “This is Vala,” you flicked your wrist and opened the vibroblade, “my father gave me this when I was about your age, he told me ‘this galaxy is full of good and bad people. Sometimes the good outweighs the bad, and sometimes there are too many bad, you won’t be able to find a good one. Vala, will always be there to protect you.’” You turned her hand palm-up and placed the vibroblade in her tiny hand. “It will protect you. Ask your brother to train you on how to use it. Never rely on someone else to save you, in this galaxy, sometimes the only person you can count on is yourself. Take care, Omega.” You ruffled her hair one more time, before standing up and walking away without looking back. 

It felt strangely comforting to be wanted, even if it was for a brief second. 

“Wait!” Hunter shouted, causing you to turn around, “We left your speeder that way” he pointed over his shoulder, you couldn’t help laughing.

“Don’t worry about it, handsome, it’s not mine.” You smiled and walked away.

Omega turned to Hunter, a saddened smile on her face, “Why couldn’t she come with us?”

“Omega,” Hunter kneeled, “we don’t know who she is. Whether she can even be trusted? It’s best if she goes her way and we meet up with Wrecker, Echo and Tech.”

“But…”

“Omega, I know you have a good heart, but you’re too trusting. It’s best if we keep a low profile and avoid entangling ourselves with people we don’t know. Come on, we gotta meet back up with the others.”

He guided her back to the hangar trying to avoid the Pantoran police force and the troopers that seemed to be searching for someone. 

Omega kept watching as one Pantoran guard held up a picture to a passerby, it was a picture of you. She pulled on Hunter’s sleeve and pointed to the Pantoran’s datapad. 

“They’re looking for her.”

“We should go…” Hunter tightened his grip on her hand, but she refused to move.

“We have to help her.”

“We don’t know why they’re looking for her. She could be a wanted criminal or a murderer, a thief.”

“Hunter, please. She saved me, it’s the least we can do.”

He looked at the picture and commed Wrecker, “Wrecker, where are you?”

“Just entering the marketplace right now, why?” 

“I need you to take Omega back to the ship, I …” he turned his head to look at Omega, “I have to repay someone who helped us get Omega back.”

Wrecker walked through the crowd faster than the others as people naturally moved out of his way, he stood in front of the both of them, tilting his head. “Who, you helping?”

“Don’t worry about it, just get Omega back to the ship and tell Tech we need to take off the minute I get back. Make sure Echo makes it back to the ship too. We may have to get out of here faster than expected.”

“Copy that” Wrecker picked up Omega and had her sitting on his shoulder as he headed back to the hangar with her. 

Hunter could hear the comm chatter between Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He let out a huff and shook his head, this was just asking for trouble. He ran back, heading the way you were walking. It wasn’t long before he found you sitting at a cafe sipping on something warm. 

“Came back to tell me you love me?” You teased him.

“Came back to tell you, you’re in danger.”

“Shocker.” You didn’t react or flinch, as you kept your eyes locked on the man’s eyes. 

“I need to know, are you a murderer?”

“No.”

“Do you have a bounty on your head with some crime boss or something?”

“No.”

“Then get up” he grabbed your arm and forced you to stand, grabbing your helmet as he pulled you along, running behind him. 

“Wait… hey!” You stopped in your tracks and pulled your arm out of his hold, “Who the hell do you think you are, pulling me like that? You know I have the right …” he put a hand over your mouth and pushed you into a darkened alley, hiding you with his body as a Pantoran patrol passed the two of you.

“They’re searching for you, and not just the police. The Imperial troopers are looking for you too.” He stepped away and handed you your helmet, “Listen, I don’t care what happens to you, but Omega was worried, and I’m not going to disappoint her. You’re warned. So you can either go back out there and try and avoid whatever trouble you got yourself into or…” he let out a sigh regretting the words that were about to come out of his mouth, “You can come with us and we can drop you off somewhere.”

“Us?”

“My brothers, Omega and myself.”

“Why are you helping?”

“Like I said, I don’t want to disappoint Omega. So what’s it going to be?”

You looked at him and then at the increased patrols you hadn’t realized were slowly filling up the streets, they all seemed to be looking for you. You closed your eyes and tapped your helmeted head against the wall, “Alright. I’ll trust you. Lead the way.”

He stepped closer to you, “I’m taking a chance on you, you put any of us in danger, and you and I are going to go another round, understood?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Fine. What do I call you anyway? Because I don’t think ‘stuck up jackass’ would work.”

“It’s Hunter, and what do I call you? Because I don’t think ‘crazy tooka’ works.”

You smirked as you looked at him, “You can just call me Butterfly. Hunter.”

“Fine. Now let’s go. Butterfly.”

“You know I’m not as bad as you think.”

“And hell is just a sauna, shut up and follow me.”

As much as you tried to fight the urge to smile, you couldn’t help but enjoy the banter you two had. You also couldn’t help but examine his physique as you followed behind him, moving around the crowd, ducking and avoiding capture until you made it to his ship. 

Omega ran to you and hugged you again, “I knew he’d find you, come on. Let me show you inside.” 

She gripped your hand and dragged you along. You weren’t looking for family, but … as you moved closer to the ship, there was a strange sense of belonging that came from meeting the rest of her brothers. For the first time in a long time, you felt at home. 

Hunter watched you and the way Omega gripped your hand, as you introduced yourself to Wrecker, Tech and Echo. He had to admit, you were attractive, when he saw you without your helmet, he almost felt his tongue getting all tied up. Not to mention, the outfit you wore also drew attention to your physique which didn’t help. He didn’t know why but he had a feeling this could either be a really horrible idea, or it would be a very pleasant surprise. 

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Take These Broken Wings

Dick Winters x Enlisted!Unnamed Female OC/Reader

Trapped behind his desk, Dick finds out the unthinkable has happened to the woman he cares about. Now he has to deal with the consequences; first as her commanding officer and then as the man who loves her.

Warnings: MAJOR Canon Divergence, Angst, Implied Sexual Assault, Descriptions of OC/Reader Injuries, Discussion of Retaliatory Violence, Gentleman's Agreement Not To Prosecute, Period Specific Ideas about Honor and Protection of Women, PTSD, Weapons, Language, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes - 18+ ONLY.

Author's Note: Self-indulgent canon divergence with little explanation ahead, read at your own risk. Because of the sensitive nature of this fic, I chose to write it in the third person but only a nickname is used so it can be read as a reader fic. This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the HBO series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within, particularly the Red Devils in this case!

Special Note: Dearest tag list, I have chosen not to tag any of you because this is so wildly different than my usual fics, I just wasn't sure who would want to read it.

Word Count: 4148

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October 17, 1944 – Schoonderlogt, Holland

It had never been his intention to fall in love with her. With any of the female paratroopers in the 506th, for that matter. But like the slow erosion of a river carving a new path through bare rock, she had ever so gradually hollowed out a place for herself in his heart until all at once he realized he could not live without her. Of course, if one were to ask her, she fell in love with Dick Winters the first day they met in Toccoa, Georgia, sun scorching their skin, blazing his hair copper – or so she liked to remind him often.

His realization had not come until he’d found her halfway up a tree in Normandy, tangled in the lines of her parachute, desperately trying to slice herself free before she was discovered by enemy troops. The sheer panic he had felt as his mind flooded with all the possible ways he could have lost her that night had only served to drive home how deeply he cared for Peaches. Dick didn’t often use the nickname that Nix had bestowed on her; a nickname born of some sordid adventure involving cans of peaches that he’d decided he’d rather not know about. But he did love the way it made her nose crinkle when he slipped it into their stolen moments together. Moments that were becoming harder and harder to find now that he had been placed in charge of 2nd Battalion.

Several pages being laid on his desk by Zielinski tore Dick out of his inner musings and he lifted his pen to add his signature to the line where his Orderly pointed expectantly. Sink had assured him the paperwork would be ‘nothing to sweat’ but Dick was certainly sweating it now. The call of Nixon’s voice as he came up the stairs was a welcome reprieve from the rapidly multiplying stacks of paper on his desk, something that his friend seemed only too happy to point out.

Dick could only feel envy, mixed with trepidation and a certain amount of helplessness, as Heyliger informed him Operation Pegasus was preparing to launch in a matter of hours and he remained trapped in his combination office and bedroom in the attic. As the pair of them made their way down the stairs and out of the requisitioned farmhouse, Dick looked up from his typewriter once more as he heard Nixon’s bright greeting.

“Hey there Peaches, you’ve got something on your face.”

“Very funny Captain. Lieutenant.” He heard her voice reply and did his best not to grin.

“Zielenski, could you go grab a new box of pencils from the storeroom? It’s going to be a long night.” Dick swallowed, doing his best to come up with an excuse for two minutes alone with her, five if he was lucky.

“Yes, sir.” There was a note of confusion in the man’s voice but thankfully he complied, hustling down the stairs.

There was a moment of silence before he heard the door shut followed by the sound of her jump boots scuffing up the worn wooden steps, grinning as she was startled to find him waiting for her at the top of the stairs.

“And here I was thinking I’d surprise you…Who was that?” She glanced back towards the door, and he sighed, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it, how’re you feeling about this thing?” He asked softly, taking her hands in his.

“Should be fine, Moose picked mostly people who can swim, the Canadians are nice. That Colonel Dobie sure is handsome.” She teased lightly, lacing her fingers with his.

Despite her teasing tone, Dick still felt a little annoyed at the comment, particularly given the fact that the man was free to swim the river in reconnaissance and join the operation that night while he was a glorified paper pusher.

“Too bad for him I like ‘em tall as a stalk of corn and copper as a penny.” She leaned in to press her lips to his and Dick felt his eyes fall shut, tension that he’d been carrying for hours slowly ebbing from his body.

She pulled back with a soft smile before frowning apologetically. “Sorry my love I got grease paint on you.” She licked her thumb and swiped at his cheek like he was a grubby toddler, and he could not help the broad grin that stretched his features even as he felt his cheeks heat up at the term of endearment she’d only recently begun to use.

“I’ll get it in a moment, Peaches.” He muttered, glancing around to ensure they were still alone before sliding an arm around her waist to pull her close, kissing her soundly. “Be safe out there…don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…”

“Oh, like run across a field toward two companies of SS by myself?” She narrowed her eyes at him, and he pressed his lips together, still able to hear every word of her displeasure at being left behind for the agonizing seconds it took for the red smoke signal to appear.

“Especially that.” He muttered, clearing his throat and taking a step back as he heard the door open at the bottom of the stairs.

She quickly grabbed her handkerchief and soaked it with water from her canteen, passing it to him so he could scrub at his face, hopefully removing all evidence of their interlude.

“Pencils sir.” Zielenski held out the box proudly and she raised an eyebrow, introducing herself warmly to the Orderly.

“That’ll be all, Sergeant, good luck out there.”

“Thank you sir, appreciate your time.” She replied smoothly, looking completely unaffected while Dick was very aware of the residual heat in his face.

Dick took his time opening the box, watching her back as she slowly descended out of sight until the door closed shut behind her. Sinking into his chair he submitted himself to another few hours of pointing and signing with his Orderly before sending the boy to bed, peering out his window hopefully when a great ruckus arose from one of the barns out back.

Glancing at his watch to confirm it was nearly 0200, he smiled a little to himself as everything seemed to have gone off alright. Rain drops began to sporadically strike the windowpane before the clouds opened into a steady, driving rain. Dick dropped the curtain with a sigh, the room filled with the rhythmic sound of water striking the roof and rolling off the eaves. It was dangerously tempting to lay his head down on his desk and give in to the heaviness in his eyelids, to allow himself to be lulled to sleep. Shaking himself physically, he turned back to yet another report and began striking the keys of his typewriter with a vengeance, hoping to keep himself awake with the racket.

Dick was just spooling a fresh page into place when Nixon was suddenly hurrying up the stairs, followed by Colonel Dobie himself. Both men were wet as drowned rats, but it was the seriousness of their faces that pulled Dick to his feet immediately, securing the pencil from between his teeth into his fist.

“Dick, you remember Colonel Dobie.”

“Yeah…yeah I do…” He replied slowly, trying to ignore the feeling of a sword dangling over their heads as he waited for them to tell him what was going on.

“Terribly sorry to barge in at such a late hour but I wanted to inform you of this incident personally. Well, incidents more precisely. It appears that one of our men, a Holman from Yorkshire, has been severely beaten by a couple of your men from Easy in retaliation for his attack on one of your female soldiers.”

Dick nodded once as he processed the news, heartrate picking up immediately. There were a total of twenty-seven women in 2nd Battalion, but given that it had been only Easy involved in Pegasus, that narrowed it down to a possible nine, of which just a handful had been chosen for the operation. Dick merely had to glance at Nixon to confirm his worst fear. Peaches.

He didn’t realize how tight his grip on the pencil in his hand had grown until the wooden object snapped in two.

“I am willing to consider the matter settled and in need of no further action. The man in question will be returned to England and assigned to some menial duty once he recovers from his injuries.” Dobie continued.

“That will take some time?” Dick asked calmly, despite the searing rage he felt rushing through him.

“Your men were thorough, Captain.” The Colonel replied, grimly.

Dick stood there a moment, eyeing an ink stain that had seeped into the wooden desk top while he was refilling his pen, considering. A beating and unpleasant assignment as punishment for heaven knows what the man had inflicted on her. But to demand more formal proceedings would immediately require testimonies and punishments for the men who had taken it upon themselves to defend her honor. He closed his eyes a moment, vision immediately flooded with her smiling face on one of the blissful outings they had enjoyed during their furlough in England. Forcefully setting the image aside, despite the way it wrenched at his heart to do so, he nodded again. If only to save her further pain.

“Agreed.” Dick offered his hand, Colonel Dobie sealing their agreement with a firm handshake.

Dobie turned to shake Nixon’s hand as well before seeing himself out, Dick waiting until he heard the door close before he spoke again. Two questions on the tip of his tongue, two men inside him, warring for dominance. To his dismay, he had to allow the Battalion’s commanding officer to speak first.

“Who are our vigilantes?”

“Martin and Randleman.” Nixon replied, sitting on one of the folding chairs at the small table in the corner with a heavy sigh. “Moose has them downstairs if you want to talk to them.”

“Yeah. Show them up.”

Nixon leveraged himself out of the chair and was halfway across the attic before he suddenly turned back. “She put that can of peaches in Parkes’ footlocker.”

Dick eyed his friend in confusion, the information seeming utterly irrelevant to their current situation until he suddenly remembered one of Sobel’s impromptu barracks inspections back in Toccoa.

“That dumb bastard wouldn’t leave the women in her squad alone, so she planted it there to get him in trouble – never expected him to get thrown out entirely.” Nixon sighed heavily.

“Where is she?” Dick asked quickly, the words almost melding together in his haste to get them out of his mouth.

“Johnny thinks she’s holed up in the supply barn, I’ll find out.” Nixon replied with a frown and Dick nodded silently, muscles of his jaw clenching almost painfully as he clung to the last vestiges of his focus.

He tossed the broken halves of the pencil onto the desk, frowning at the mess of lead on his palm and pulled the handkerchief from his pocket, frown deepening at the smudges of grease paint there from her face. He clenched the fabric between his fingers as Moose entered the office followed by a hard-faced Martin and a typically laidback Randleman.

“What happened?” He asked plainly, eyeing them expectantly.

Moose stood off to the side, watching Martin and Randleman exchange a look.

“Don’t all talk at once…” Dick prodded calmly, and Martin turned back to him.

“Bull and I were on our way out of the celebration, wanted to beat the rain and get back to our quarters – didn’t work out. Ran into Peaches as we got around the corner of the building. She looked like hell, roughed up, wouldn’t tell me what happened.”

“She just ran, not like her at all, sir.” Randleman chimed in.

“And then that bastard from the Devils, or whatever they call themselves, came around the corner looking all pleased with himself. Adjusting his pants.”

“Knuckles busted up.” Came Randleman’s addition once more.

“Anyway,” Martin continued after a sharp nod of agreement, “it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.”

Dick exhaled a slow, measured breath. “I can appreciate why you both did what you did. Next time, and we can only hope we never have to have this conversation again, bring him to Moose, to me. We have systems in place, alright?”

“Sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

“All that said…well done.” Dick said with quiet emphasis, letting his pride and gratitude burn brightly in his gaze. “And you’re both on latrine duty for the next two weeks.” He tacked on because he really had no choice but to punish them.

A pair of smirking salutes was the only response before Moose ushered them out. Dick waited until the count of twenty before sliding the suspenders of his OD pants onto his shoulders, shrugging into his jacket and clapping on his helmet. Grabbing his M1 and flashlight, he quickly made his way down the stairs and out into the persistent deluge toward the supply barn, nearly slamming into Nixon on the way.

“Follow me.” His friend nodded and continued to lead the way, nodding to Liebgott who was standing guard at the door, soaked to the skin.

“Joe.” Dick greeted him, noting the way he had his collar turned up obscuring half his face. The way his hands were shoved deep into his pockets.

It easily could have been in an attempt to protect himself against the elements, but Dick also knew Liebgott was the sort of man to never let anything go unanswered and if he was standing out here in the rain, he was surely more involved than anyone was letting on.

“Peaches is in there, sir. Doc Roe tried to help her, she wouldn’t let him touch her. Thought I’d make sure no one bothered her until she was ready.”

“Good thinking.” Dick swallowed.

He ought to press further, ferret out the truth of Liebgott’s involvement, but standing just outside where she was hiding, the other half of him was very much in charge now – wanting nothing more than to throw the door open and charge in. But by the sounds of it, that approach would be quite unwelcome.

“Why don’t you go warm up for a bit, we’ll take a turn.” Nixon said to Liebgott who looked between the pair of them before nodding in return.

“Thanks, sir.” He agreed, glancing back toward the barn once before jogging off into the night.

Dick waited until they were well and truly alone before slowly opening the door, stepping into the dim space, sliding his helmet from his head. The sound of footsteps retreating into the far corner behind crates of supplies drew his attention and he took a slow breath, calling her name softly.

“It’s me. Dick. I’m here to check on you.”

There was a soft, smothered sound and he clenched his fists, keeping his progress gradual and measured, trying not to make any sudden movements or noises to startle her. As he reached the rear of the barn, he rounded a stack of crates and his heart clenched painfully as his eyes fell on her wedged between a few bundles of blankets and sacks of something it was too dark to read the labels of. Her knees were hugged tightly to her chest, M1 tucked into the crook of her elbow as she eyed him warily in the dark.

Her normally tidy hair was in disarray, and the side of her face that he could see sported a gash across her eyebrow. He took another step closer, the air shuddering from his lungs as she flinched away, pressing tightly into the wall behind her, revealing her split lower lip, the swelling along her left cheekbone, the barely-dried tear tracks on her face.

Dick had never seen her shy away from anything since the day they’d met – not the obstacle course, the rifle range, Currahee, or jumping out of a C-47. For his proximity to garner such a reaction from her felt very much as though she had torn his heart from his breast and stomped it beneath her heel.

Sinking slowly into a crouch, he swallowed before speaking just above a whisper. “Peaches…”

The look of disgust, whether it was at the nickname or at herself – perhaps both, mixed with horror that crossed her face had Dick seriously considering if he had enough time to find Holman before his trip back to England and land a few blows himself. He gently corrected it with her name, teeth grinding together audibly in his skull as she turned her head to the side revealing small knicks at her throat. He’d held her at knife point.

“They’ve already found him. Some of the boys took justice into their own hands, but his superiors know now too.” He tried to reassure her, let her know he was no longer out there, no longer a threat to her.

Dick’s eyes dropped to follow the movement of her fingers as she picked at the torn ends of her nails, several cuts visible on her hands as well. Knowing her she’d probably put up a hell of a fight.

“P–” He stopped himself before he accidentally used the offensive nickname again. “…please you’re hurt. Can I clean you up?” He asked, voice trembling with the emotions he was desperately trying to keep at bay for her sake as he shifted forward onto his knees.

She shook her head violently in response, hugging her limbs tighter to her body, which hadn’t even seemed a possibility until it was done. Dick swallowed painfully, carefully laying his rifle and helmet down on the wooden floor beside him, sitting back on his heels.

“I love you.” He blinked rapidly at the gathering dampness in his eyelashes. “No matter what’s happened, I will always love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

She eyed him skeptically, no words passing between them for a long while. The sound of the persistent rain outside pounding against the roof filled the barn, drowning out the sound of their breathing, until she opened her mouth to speak at last.

“I froze.” She whispered, tone thick with self-loathing as she released her grip on her M1, laying it down beside his before sealing her palm over her mouth.

She began to shake with sobs so ferocious that no sound passed her throat, rendering the smothering effect of her hand unnecessary. Dick felt his heart shatter as he automatically reached for her, wanting nothing more than to pull her close and soothe some of her pain. Her repeated aversion to his touch, however, came flooding back and he froze, arms outstretched and aching to hold her, but wanting to respect her wishes.

The feeling of her body colliding with his chest as she launched herself into his arms punched the air from his lungs for several reasons, nearly sending him toppling over backwards with the force of it. Dick’s arms quickly gathered her onto his lap, one hand rubbing along her spine as her strangled sobs soaked his jacket, her hands clutching at him in return.

“You survived, my love.” He whispered against her hair, deciding he really ought to call her that in kind. It was only fitting for it was exactly how he felt. “You did what you had to do to survive in that moment. Please forgive yourself.”

He felt her shift against his sternum, the shudders wracking her body gradually slowing as she took deeper and deeper breaths, sniffling and wiping at her face carefully.

“Who did you have to yell at?” She murmured wetly, peering up at him cautiously.

“Martin and Randleman. Fairly certain Liebgott is somehow involved as well.” Dick replied softly, fighting back the urge to stroke her face. One step at a time – being allowed to hold her would more than suffice for now.

She sniffed. “Johnny must have figured it out first. I couldn’t even come up with a plausible lie I just…ran away from him outside the party…” Her eyes lowered in shame before she sat up slowly, Dick biting back a frown at the barely concealed wince that crossed her features.

“Nix is outside keeping watch. Can I take you back to CP? Get you cleaned up?” He swallowed, really wanting her to allow Roe to look her over but doubting that would be an option.

She looked to him, eyes suddenly wide with the terror of realization. “Oh god Dick, what if I catch something or…wind up pregnant…oh fuck…” Her face began to crumple, and Dick swallowed, quickly cupping her uninjured cheek hoping to startle her out of that train of thought.

As she jumped and looked to him sharply, he apologized gently. “My love, we don’t know if any of those things will happen. Hopefully they won’t, but no matter what comes next, we’re going to face it together.”

“But Dick I’m–”

“Don’t go and say something melodramatic, now. You’re the woman I love and something horrible has been done to you. It doesn’t change who you are to me.” He replied firmly, swallowing as she stared at him startled for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Now I’m taking you to CP and we’re getting you cleaned up, ok?”

“Should I salute you, Captain?” She raised an eyebrow before wincing and restoring her face to a neutral expression.

He felt his cheeks redden, a sure sign that things would some day return back to normal. That the woman he loved was still with him, she just needed a lot of care right now and he was more than happy to provide it. “That won’t be necessary, Sergeant.” He replied and tried not to smirk as she scoffed slightly in surprise before shifting to her feet slowly.

Dick passed her rifle to her before grabbing his own, rising to his feet and sliding his helmet on his head. He offered his hand to her, swallowing back his sigh of relief as she laced her battered fingers through his and followed him out through the maze of supplies to where Nixon was still waiting in the rain.

“Christ, Peaches…” He breathed when she came into view and Dick shot him a sharp look, trying, too late, to stop him using the nickname.

“Son-of-a-bitch ruined the nickname, Nix. I trust you to come up with a new one.” She sighed, sounding positively exhausted, and Nixon nodded quickly in reply.

“Noted. You sure you’re alright?” He asked softly and she shook her head.

“No. But someday, maybe.” She replied honestly and Nixon nodded empathetically as Dick squeezed her hand gently.

“Let’s get out of this rain.” He led the three of them back into the farmhouse, taking her straight to the washroom where he filled the basin with water. “Help or no?”

She paused a moment, staring at her reflection in the cracked mirror left behind by the home’s original owners and Dick waited patiently until she turned back to him. “I can do it.” She replied softly and he nodded, closing the door to wait in the hall.

Nixon shuffled by carrying his pillow and Dick raised an eyebrow. “Give her my bed, I’ll take your crappy little cot.” He muttered, making his way to the attic before he even had the chance to reply.

The ghost of a smile crossed his lips as he leaned his head back against the wall, thoroughly spent by the events of the day, knowing he’d have to be up in just a few hours to face the rest of the paperwork on his desk.

“Dick?” Her soft voice startled him, making him realize he’d actually fallen asleep standing up, for just a moment.

Her lips twitched slightly with a hint of amusement, and he smiled slightly in return, nodding as she looked more herself despite the still-fresh injuries.

“This way.” He offered his hand and led her towards Nixon’s room, gesturing at the bed. “Gift from Lew.”

Her face softened, eyes glistening suddenly, reminding Dick just how fragile she still was. “Where is he sleeping?”

“Attic.”

“Then you need a bed too…” She replied as she crawled onto the mattress, sighing at the softness of the bedding.

“Oh, the floor is fine I…”

“Please hold me.” Her voice was small, her request simple and one that he did not need to hear twice to honor.

He unlaced his boots and removed his outer layers before crawling in with her, letting her curl up against him before sliding his arm around her carefully. “Comfortable?” He asked in a hushed voice.

“Very.” She replied sleepily and he allowed himself to drift, listening to the rise and fall of her breath, letting sleep nibble at the edges of his consciousness.

“Dick?” She whispered and he snuffled awake quickly.

“Yeah?”

“Does it smell like pee in here?”

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Chapter 2: Late night walks

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Summery: A royal AU, where your a princess who is become of age to marry, and princes from all over the world have come to try and win your hand. Among those whom wish to marry you, was prince Adeptus Xiao. He had come from the kingdom of Liyue by command of his father. Xiao wants nothing to do with this but will try to win you over for the sake of his kingdom… but what is along the way, real feelings get involved?

My head hit the bed with a thump, the fatigue from the earlier activity’s tiring my mind and body. Having to entertain hundreds of guests in the span of a couple hours is not for the weak, my heals were scattered on the floor, the beautiful dress hanging over my vanity chair. I had ordered for my maids to leave me alone for the rest of the night. I was capable of taking care of myself once in a while it least.

My mind drifted to the guests that would remain at the castle, chosen by my parents, the few nominated to take my hand in marriage. All that was left, was for them to win my heart, my love and acceptance was all that one of those people needed for me to go home with them and be wed.

Ajax Tartaglia was a kind and upbeat man, a gentleman at heart and a family driven spirit. He would be a fine option, though he did seem a little violence obsessed.

Kunikuzushi Scaramouche Raiden, quite the long name that one.. he seemed to loath being in the crowd of people. We have met once when we were small, me helping him out of a river when he fell, though I don’t know if he remembers that. He seemed to be hiding his emotions behind a tough ragged but beautiful almost puppet like face. His beauty rivals most women I know. He seems to have a short temper, but is good friends with my brother and a good leader. Another good option.

Yoimiya Nagahara, she is a cheerful Women, bright like the sun. She wears her heart on her sleeve. Nicknamed Queen of summer she is known for helping common folk and orphans, donating clothes and food, along with fireworks for fun. She was nothing but kind to anyone she came across today, and only ever raises her voice against injustice. She would be a fine partner.. though better off a good friend.

Kazuha Kaedehara, a poetic man. Kind, and intelligent. He is nothing but a gentlemen, compliments and small gestures are his specialty. He is good at sensing danger if I remember correctly… hmm he is more of a mystery than prince Raiden. Speaking of him, these two don’t get along quite well…

Venti Windblum, a musical genius, a carefree and unbound soul. He believes that everyone deserves the freedom to choose their own path. I do agree with him in that, people should get to choose and be free. But his carefree and almost absent life might be difficult when I comes down to it.

Diluc Ragnvindr, a honorable man who’s family runs a winery. He’s stoic, kind at heart. He has been known to go around and kill fatui soldiers. Not much is known about the handsome red head.

Alhathiam… a scribe worth the recognition, he is reserved and more often than not seen avoiding the crowed. Many say he’s in into his friend Kaveh. Though none can say for sure. If he is, better stay away and let him go for who he loves.

Nilou, a beautiful performer, her dancing brings harmony to people, and sparks hope in many’s hearts. She is smart and deturmand. Not afraid to fight for her rights. She is with the People. Another strong candadit.

Kinich, he comes from a known broken house, before being taken in by the Pyro archon. He is calculated, fair, and reasonable. A very kind man who has been fighting for his country’s freedom since he could wield a sword. Someone I see myself getting along with.

Mualani, another cheerful girl, I see her getting along well with Yoimiya. She is a free spirit and wholeheartedly loves her country. She is a joy to talk to and no one could ever feel left out with her around.

Suddenly I was stopped by a voice. Not even noticing that I had left my room and was now in the gardens.

“Princess… what are you doing out here” bright yellow eyes and soft teal hair. Right… Xiao Adeptus.

A quiet man who keeps to himself. Once orphaned and imprisoned by an evil man. Rescued by his adoptive father the Geo Archon, Morax. He is a strong man, fighting in many wars for his country. He is smart, and keeps to himself.

“Ah! Prince Adeptus Xiao,” I bow to him. “I’m just taking a late night walk, lots to think about with so many suitors wanting my hand in marriage..” I mumble the last part. He shuffled on his feel as if contemplating what to say.

“Ah, yes it must be difficult..” he suddenly takes my hand, kneeling down on one knee and taking my hand to his lips. “If you would like I can take you back to your room… we can chat on the way if you wish.” He looked slightly to the side.

I paused, looking him in the eye. “ if you wish so. I talk quite a lot”

“That is fine” he raised up, offering his arm to me. I take it, us walking side by side to walk me to my room. I talked to him about what I’m to do tomorrow, what I’ll have for breakfast, when my art classes are, etc. He didn’t talk, just listened, looking off to the side as if he didn’t want to be here.

“Ah, this is it.” I muttered out. He nodded, letting go of my hand before bowing to me.

“See you later Princess.” I curtsied back, waving goodnight.

In my room I took off my slippers, hopping back into bed.

Xiao Adeptus… he clearly didn’t want to be here, maybe he was forced by his parents. Anyhow, best make his life easier and stay out of his way. Let him do what he needs. I doubt I’ll choose someone who cares not to even get to know me properly.

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Imagine surviving the war only to lose most of the people closest to you.

The Woman that once upon a time held your heart in her hands.

The Girl that you loved like a daughter and whose death would ultimately lead to you losing your only brother.

•

In this universe, the river of time flows differently. Each step, each choice, and each poignant moment in its stream drift slightly off course.

It starts like this:

When Ahsoka and Bo-Katan ask the Jedi Order for aid in freeing Mandalore from Darth Maul's grasp and finally putting an end to the former Sith's reign, Obi-Wan does not ignore their call for help. Satine's ghost still haunts his nightmares, and it's the look on her sister's face, along with the redheads snarling accusations and Ahsoka's distant demeanor, that cause his typically composed exterior to splinter.

Through the cracks in his shields, a presence slips in – wild and tumultuous, yet practically radiant in its brilliance.

Days, months, weeks and even years later Obi-Wan will wish he'd taken a little longer to cradle her presence close.

It ends like this:

Anakin with Windu on the Invisible Hand. A incapacitated Sith in custody and another, more vile, more cunning, more sinister, choosing the wrong moment to reveal himself. A twist of fate. A long lost friend showing signs of old loyalty. Lightning. Screams. Hurt and Betrayal. The Chosen One as he was meant to be without terrors of the night influencing his most damning decision. Red clashing with purple, with blue. Red, blue, purple, blue, red, purple— A head rolls. The cackling stops.

For a moment, Peace.

A bond, frail at the edges but oh so resilient, crafted amidst blaster fire and silly nicknames and bets made on the battlefield, breaks—

Anakin screams.

•

On Mandalore the last chess piece falls with a Padawans last sacrifice.

First, Maul taunts. Maul laughs. Maul feeds on rage, on grief and hurt and terror, terror, terror. He's stronger here. Less controlled too, but while his greed costs him his head, his strength costs Obi-Wan the centerpiece of his lineage.

Obi-Wan holds his daughter as she bleeds out in his arms. His shoulders shake but he does not cry. His eyes burn but he does not weep. His lips twitch but he does not sob. He holds Ahsoka much the same way he held Satine only months before.

“No, not you too.”

Something flickers inside his mind, once, twice. It grows ever dimmer and Ahsoka's grip on his shoulder, ever weaker. A feeble voice inside his mind, It's okay. It doesn't hurt. I'll be okay, Master.

But this time no reassurance, no hand to his cheek, no last confession, nothing, will temper the anger slowly rising in tandem with his grief. He needs a medic. He needs a medic, now. Where's —

Cody!

Obi-Wan doesn't like the expression on the face of his slowly approaching Commander. The furrow of his brow, the emotion in his eyes. He doesn't like that Cody has taken off his helmet and reaches out to hold Obi-Wan by his shoulder as if he knows Obi-Wan needs the physical support, as if Ahsoka is going to —

“Master—”

Obi-Wan turns his eyes back on his Grandpadawan. Hers are barely open, her lips smeared with blood. Obi-Wans eyes catch on the red trailing down her chin and the length of her throat.

Ahsoka catches his eyes and smiles. She tugs on their bond the way she had always done before a battle, up until her last assignment on Caito Neimodia.

She tugs once, twice, three times. His heart squeezes painfully in his chest. He tugs back three times.

He does cry then. For the life she will never have. For the peace she will never experience. For the war she fought and whose final victory she will never reap. For the girl he learned to love as his own.

And even in her last moment, even in pain, even after Hurt and Miscommunication, and Betrayal born out of insecurity and misjudgment, she still worries for others first. For him.

You're safe. You're all sa—

He shushes her. Tired amusement tingles across their bond.

Then,

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.

You are forgiven, Obi-Wan.

Exhale. The light winks out and as their bond shatters his last remaining one pulls tight with white hot agony.

Cody is all that keeps Obi-Wan upright right then and there.

•

The war is over. They won. So many dead. His lineage torn asunder.

Ahsoka is dead. Anakin won't speak to him. Qui-Gon is dead. Dooku is imprisoned.

Here the river of time finds a stream parallel to the one we know.

Obi-Wan and Yoda at the end of things.

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“So, you’re CT-3937 now?”

The voice is perfectly neutral, but Clarry still has to supress a flinch as she nervously turns to face the vode in blue and gold armour.

“That would be me.”

She has never met the troopers before, but she knows exactly who they are. CT-3936 and CT-3939. Keys and Flick. CT-3937’s batchmates. This is just another one of countless awkward reunions as GAR troopers finally come to check on their Guard batchmates, only to find that the numbers they are looking for no longer belong to the person they left behind.

“How does this work? Do we call you Zip too, or…?”

“No! No.” She shudders. “We reuse the numbers, but the names remain unless absolutely required.”

“Ok. That… makes this easier.” She watches as some of the tension drains out of them, the vod with gold accents stepping forward from their place at their partner’s shoulder.

“In that case, what is your name? We’re Flick and Keys, both he/him, but I guess you already knew that?”

“I’m Clarry, she/they. Originally Claret, for the red,” she gestures at her armour, “but then there was an incident a couple of weeks after I arrived and everyone started calling me Clarion instead.”

“What sort of an incident? If you don’t mind saying.” She blushes.

“It’s kinda embarrassing, but, well. I was in the freshers after my shift, indulging in my water ration before catching the end of latemeal, and the pipe breaks. So I’m standing there in just my skin, being blasted by absolutely freezing water, and swearing up a storm, loud enough-”

“-to be heard in the messhall. I remember Zip telling us about that.”

“Oh! So you’re ‘colder than a Hutt’s hind on Hoth’. The story went around just before the 501st had a pass through Mygeeto, and the phrasing caught on.”

“Really? I can’t believe… Anyway, just as I was winding up, Commander Thorn stuck his head in, complimented me on my diction and use of acoustics, and offered me a place on one of his riot squads. I couldn’t decide whether to be more flattered or mortified! The jokes lasted for weeks, but I decided to keep the nickname even if I mostly end up shortening it.”

Laughter rolls through the little group, and Clarry feels some of her own tension leaving. It is nice to know that she is not entirely new to them, that even gone, Zip is helping to smooth their first meeting.

She watches as the other two look at each other, a twinge of jealousy striking as an entire conversation is held in aborted gestures and flickers of expression. After a brief back and forth, the vod in blue, Keys, turns back to face her. 

“Look. …oh Force this is awkward. But here goes. We knowyou’re not Zip, and you won’t ever be Zip – no-one can truly replace him. But according to all the records you are CT-3937. So that means that technically we’re batchmates. If… if you want to be?”

Clarry thinks about her own batchmates, lost even before CT-9845 ‘died’. She thinks about her inherited comm, with its group chat that she never quite had the heart to block; the way that watching Flick and Keys banter was a balm after a long shift, the way they still addressed the occasional comment to Zip even as she refused to message them in his stead. She thinks about how this is supposed to be a time of new beginnings and celebrating their survival.

“I’d like to try.”

[blue-sadie]

.Random.

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A place for my different fandoms brain rots

⚠️Any oneshot series will just be put under oneshots⚠️

Platonic = 🌼 Fluff = 🌺 Smut =🌹 Lime = ⚘️ Angst = 🥀 Yandere = 🍁

Anime

Imagines.

(H) kakeru Sengoku - Her Little Merman 🌺

(H) Keishin Ukai - Assistant Manager 🌹

(HMC) Howl Pendragon- A Thing Of Beauty 🌺

(LOK) Mako & Bolin - Brothers Charm 🌹

(MHA) Katsuki Bakugo - Silly Nicknames 🌺

(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Villainous Love 🌹

(MHA) Shota Aizawa - Little Helper 🌹

Combo.

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(H) Asahi Azumane - Pregnant Hungry 🌺

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Animation

Imagines.

(QFC) Garrett Touch Says All 🌺

Combos

(A&TAE) Dimitri & Cale Tucker - The Tucker Twins 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(ROTG) Jack Frost - Midnight Snowflake 🌸

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

Nsfw/SFW Alphabet.

Celebritys

Imagines.

Hayden Christen - Yn Moment 🌺 Jamie Flatters - Admiring The Interviewer 🌺

Henry Cavill - Distraction 🌺

Oscar Isaac - Wavering 🌺

Combo.

Jamie Flatters,Tedros Pendragon,Neteyam - One Room 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

🎃 Colby Brock - Love Even In Death 🌺 Colby Brock - A Thing Of Possession 🌹

Jack Champion - Past Experiences 🥀🌺

Jamie Flatters - Attention Thief 🌺

Jamie Flatters - Bakery Girl 🌺

Jamie Flatters - When Fate Intervenes 🌺

Stephen Lang Hard At Work. Prt 2 🌺

Combos.

Avatar Cast - Dream Come True 🌺

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Games

Imagines.

(BG3) Astarion - Love From Cold Lips 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - For Your Pleasure 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Flaunting Treasures 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Sweet As Sugar 🌹

(BG3) Astarion - Red As Cherry 🌹

(BG3) Halinsin - Size Difference 🌹

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Dazzling Smile 🌺

(TLOU) Joel Miller - The Tiredness 🌹

Combos.

(BG3)Astarion & Halsin - Vampire And The Bear ⚘️

(BG3) Astarion & Gale - Love From The Gods 🌹

(BG3) Astarion & Harleep - Jealous Much 🌹

(HL) Sebastian & Ominus - Bros Before... 🥀🌺

(SR) Fratpack - Bare Claws🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(BG3) Ascended Astarion - Truly Broken 🥀

(BG3) Astarion - My Darling Baker 🌺

(HL) Sebastian Sallow - Lace Me Up 🌺

Combos

(BG3) Astarion & Halsin - Lust Filldd Touches 🌹

Different Aus.

(BG3)God Astarion & God Gale -Praises From The Gods🌹

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

(BG3) halsin - NSFW

Movies

Imagines.

(HP) Draco Malfoy - A Bubbly Companion 🌺

(HP) Harry Potter- Chosen One 🌹

(HP) Tom & Mattheo Riddle - Little Birdy 🌼🍁

(It) Bowers Gang - Plaid Skirts 🌹

(JB) Jennifer Check - Boyfriend And Girlfriend 🌹 (KOTZ) Saint Seiya - Flash Of Lightning 🌸

(MG) Regina George - It's Me Regina George 🌹🌺

(MR) Newt - Second In Command 🌺

(MR) Gally - Soft Spot 🌺

(POTC) Jack Sparrow - True Is The Compass 🌹

(RH) Prince John - Fall From Grace 🌺

(S) Ghostface - You Like Scary Movies 🌹

(S) Ghostface - Scream Baby 🍁

(TG) Pete Mitchell - Cockpit 🌹

(T) Paul Lahote - Second Head 🌺

Combos.

(HPM) Remus & Sirius - Moon Light 🌹

(LW&AWAE) Laurie Lawrence & Gilbert Blythe -Only Fair🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

(A) Kane - Stop Your Breath 🌺🌹

(D) Harry Hook - Second Star To The Right 🌺

(FG) Walter Mckey (keys) - Cuter Then Puppies 🌺

(HP) fancast Barty Crouch Jr - Detention Bail 🌹

(IT) Yandere Bowers Gang - Owned 🍁

(MR) Newt - Glow Of Embers 🌺

(TF) Santiago Garcia - Friend Of A Friend 🌹

Combos.

(TF) Santiago Garcia & Frankie Morales - Movement Of The Hips 🌹

Different Aus.

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Series

Imagines.

(F) Savitar - A New Day Has Dawned 🍁

(G) Bruce Wayne - Taste Of Red 🌹

(LW&AWAE) Laurie Lawrence & Gilbert Blythe -Only Fair🌹

(OBX) Rafe Cameron - Uncontrollable??? 🌹

(OUAT) Peter Pan - Whisked Away 🌺

(R) Jughead Jones - Southside Baby 🍁

(SN) Dean Winchester - Jealous Much 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove - Addicted 🌹

(ST) Eddie Munson - Something A Bit More 🍁

(T) Jason Todd - Cold Stares 🌺

(TVD) Stephen Salvatore - The Classics

(TR) Tim Bradford - Stay Put 🌺

(TW) Derek Hale - Big Bad Werewolf 🌹

(VK) Ivar Ragnarsson - Tracing Tattoos 🌺🌹

Combos

(OB&E) Rafe Cameron & Nate Jacobs - Desperate 🌹

(OUAT) Peter Pan & Felix - Princess Treatment 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson - High And Mighty 🌹

(ST) Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington - You Wouldn't Dare🌹

(T100) Bellamy blake & John murphy - little convincing 🌹

(TW) Stiles Stilinski & Scott Mccal - Rain Check 🌹

(TVD) Damon & Stephen Salvatore - Elana Really... 🌼🌺

(W) Tyler Galpin & Xavier Thorpe - Cute Barista 🌹

Incorrect Quotes.

Drabbles.

Oneshots.

Combos.

(911) Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley-Something To Look At 🌹

Different Aus.

Combo

(ST)- teacher au Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson & Henry Creel - Teachers Pet 🌹

Headcanons.

NSFW/SFW Alphabet.

Tag.List

@sweetirilly @neteyamyawne @greekgods15 @laylasbunbunny

[kiomaru-san]

Disaster has come at the wrong time.

In the morning of peaceful and sunny day, where everyone is having fun, all kids playing and the parents are stressed by taxes.

Inside the Wilson's apartment, Logan is walking around the kitchen with his tank top and boxer, his socks that already have a hole everywhere.

Logan take his cold and good ol' beer, open the tab and chug on it. He takes his newspaper, sit down at his favorite smelly couch and relaxed.

Everything is peaceful, Laura is doing her homework, Mary-puppin is eating her food from her bowl and Logan finally get to rest after doing something special with his husband last night.

But then suddenly, the disaster come by itself..

Wade came out from his shared room with Logan. a grumpy look plastered on his face, he goes to Logan and stand in front of the old man.

"Hubby." The harsh tone in Wade's voice made Logan's eyes snapped at him.

Logan reluctantly pull his gaze away from the newspaper then look at his grumpy husband, isn't he supposed to be the grumpy one? He ask himself..

"What, red?" Logan asks, a curious look in his eyes.

"Am I fattened?" Wade asks at Logan, shooting a death glare at him.

Oh no, no no no no?! Not today, why does it have to be today? Why does Lord made this time as his fate?!

The last time when he say Wade IS fattened, his "buddy" get smash on the spot and he have to walk like a crab for one week.

Logan already breaking cold sweat, the air changes from peaceful to horror and intense.

Logan looks at Laura, silently pleading for some help but then he saw Laura pack her homework inside her bag and carry her bagpack.

"You're on your own, daddy!" Laura already run inside her room, don't want to get involved to face Wade's wrath too.

Logan grunt in disbelief, even his own daughter doesn't want to help him, her own father! He's offended.

He looks at Mary-puppin, but she's already follow Laura to be inside her room too, now he's all by his own..great, just what he need.

"Look, Darlin'. You're not fattening.. You're just- just..just.." His eyes roam all over Wade's body, to be honest.. He is a little pudgy than usual but he has to lie if he wants his "family jewelry" safe and well.

"It's not that you're fattening, red. You're just muscular, yeah.." He say in awkward look.

"Hmm, really? Then I should test it out by wearing an S sized clothes, but if it doesn't fit that's mean you're lying, okay?" Wade ask, a suspicion look in his eyes.

Logan gulp and try to explain to his husband. "No, you don't have to, Red, you're already okay, you don't have to-"

Too later, Wade already leave at his shared room with Logan.

After a moment, Wade come back with a perfectly fitting S sized robe.

"Oh! I guess, I'm not fattening then, maybe I'm just overthinking, doesn't I~?" He giggles "silly me! Sorry, hubby~" Wade smiles warmly.

Logan sigh loudly, there's a relief in the sigh of his. "See, red? You're only an overthinking idiot." Logan smirk at his own nickname for that merc.

"Haha, yeah~" *Wade take a look at the robe again, the robe actually an XL sized and Wade remembered that he's tall so the robe might look smalled on him..so does that mean..

Wade clenching his hands into a fist, his eyes snapped at Logan.

"Honey badger, I gave you ten seconds to run.." He command, his fist became veiny..

"Fuck-" Logan quickly runaway and scream like a literal girl.

Wade chase on him like a predator and his pink, sharp nails ready to smash that balls up. "LOGAN HOWLETT, I'M GONNA CATCH YOU, YOU SHITHEAD-" he keep chasing on his husband.

Laura and Mary-puppin was sitting at the couch, watching Laura's favorite My Little Pony the movie.

The end ^^ 🌟‼️

[vanilladella]

oc tag game!

i was tagged by @sha-brytols n blacked out a bit n did it for all big 3 of my main worldstate so. yeah. btw if uve tagged me in something n I haven't done it make no mistake that's solely bc of my personal failings (didn't press post)

Name: ophelia rye dieter-amell (girl who claims to hate her dad n yet keeps his name. hmm)

Alias: literally any of her titles

Gender: woman

Sexual Orientation: bisexual

Age: shes freshly 19 during her harrowing in 9:30

Spoken Language: ander, common, picks up a bit of antivan n tevene in her travels. leliana rips her hair out when she cant speak a lick of orlesian

Occupation: warden-commander like. kinda

FAVORITE:

Color: purple!

Entertainment: theatre + watching alistair n morrigan piss eachother off

Pastime: reading, singing. she was a choir kid n it shows

Food: beetroot soup

Drink: vodka

HAVE THEY...

Passed university: she passed her harrowing yes

Had sex: quite a lot

Had sex in public: yes. have u seen dao's romance scenes.

Gotten tattoos: yessir! she gets quite a few in both antiva n tevinter. her most notable one is a huge snake that goes from her shin up to her neck

Gotten piercings: a lot also in antiva. nose, lips, tits, belly button, clit. all of it

Gotten scarred: pre dao she only had a small scar in her hairline bc of childhood bs w jowan n anders. post dao her left forearm is like. carved almost lol too much blood magic. shes also got a massive rip in her abdomen

Had a broken heart: we've all been 14 once

ARE THEY...

A cuddler: she is very physical yes but she doesn't like cuddling in bed

Scared easily: not at all. girl does not gaf

Jealous easily: once again not rly no

Trustworthy: LMAOOOOO SURE

FAMILY:

Parents/siblings: her mums revka amell, dads a random anderfels carpenter named rye dieter (amell. yes he grabs her name for no reason at all its a long story). she prob has siblings but has never met them or her mother. affair baby core

Children: LOL NO

Pets: a mabari named benji (after my own dog lol)

Name: forrest malcolm bernard hawke. his names a mouthful ik

Alias: champion i suppose. care bear to family

Gender: prob non-binary but he has a job

Sexual Orientation: gay

Age: 23 in da2 prologue (9:30), 24 when the game full on starts (9:31)

Spoken Language: common. sad

Occupation: uhh. champion. hes lowkey a shepard after all that

FAVORITE:

Color: piiink

Entertainment: ill be honest w u. this man is entertained sitting watching paint dry if he's got a good drink n a friend w him

Pastime: reading, painting, gardening. he hates it but i feel the need to mention he's decent at fencing

Food:

Drink: literally anything pink

HAVE THEY...

Passed university: lol no

Had sex: once he n fenris get over their third divorce. quite a bit of it

Had sex in public: do blowjobs in anders' clinic count

Gotten tattoos: nope

Gotten piercings: yessir he gets a ring in his nose sometime during act 2 n then ofc. earrings. also nipple piercings

Gotten scarred: LMAO YEAH. heres the chart

Had a broken heart: shaking my fist at fenris act 2

ARE THEY...

A cuddler: YES!!!

Scared easily: tbh yeah but hes quite good at hiding it

Jealous easily: not at all. he is chill

Trustworthy: yessir! like a priest he will hold on to ur secrets n die w them

FAMILY:

Parents/siblings: we all know the hawke family unfortunately.

Children: yep yep he n fenris get a daughter during inquisition n also she named after anders. do w that what u will

Pets: a mixed mabari named moira after fereldens rebel queen

Name: felis aedanthir lavellan

Alias: varrics nickname for him is tiger lol

Gender: like a lil bit to the left of man

Sexual Orientation: gay

Age: 23 during the conclave blow up (9:41)

Spoken Language: elvhen, common, tevene, orlesian, dwarvish. most before he even gets to the inquisition funnily enough

Occupation: uhh. the inquisitor. n a red jenny ofc

FAVORITE:

Color: yellow n blue

Entertainment: dancing n uhm. substance abuse n casual sex

Pastime: see all of the above n also reading n horse-back riding. he's a horse girl

Food: anything spicy

Drink: beer

HAVE THEY...

Passed university: nope

Had sex: unfortunately

Had sex in public: unfortunately.

Gotten tattoos: vallaslin

Gotten piercings: he has one in his ear but gets a bunch more after dai

Gotten scarred: pre dai: he has a scar on his eyebrow n going across his nose n like. insane burn scar tissue on the bottoms of his feet. post dai the mark becomes a web-like scar going up from his arm to the side of his face

Had a broken heart: brother was engaged once n then he wasnt

ARE THEY...

A cuddler: yes yes yes

Scared easily: very lmao. hes quite skittish

Jealous easily: YEAH LOL.

Trustworthy: uhhh sure. in a pinch

FAMILY:

Parents/siblings: both his parents are dead as fuck (mum was iveani dad was aedanthir) but his older brother mangus is still alive n kicking

Children: nope

Pets: back in his clan he had a halla friend named fenor n he also had an ancient she-cat named Maurice. no he did not know the cat was a lady before naming her

i do believe everyone has been or will be tagged but just as a reminding nudge I tag @mournmage anddd @mageknife. enjoy

[bhaalspawnnolonger]

🩸Name: Jax. 🩸Nickname(s): - "Bhaalspawn" - "The Chosen's vicious little hellhound" by Orin. - "Rabid dog" by Astarion. 🩸Age: 29 years. 🩸Race: Zariel Tiefling. 🩸Gender: Male (He/Him) 🩸Height: 6'4 (1,95m) 🩸Partner: Lilith. 🩸Physical traits: Dark red hair, bright red eyes with black scleras, dark eyeshadow. Goth-ish look. Flame tattoo on neck and forehead. Scars on his face and all over his body. Obvious tiefling traits like sharp teeth, horns and devil tail. 🩸Class: Figher / Champion. 🩸Background : Haunted One (Embrace Dark Urge) 🩸Alignment: Chaotic evil. 🩸Home: Baldur's Gate. 🩸Deity: Bhaal (Formerly) 🩸Likes: Fighting/Training. Killing. Weapons, especially swords. Getting covered in blood. Causing trouble. Trickery. Intimidating people. 🩸Dislikes: "Goody two shoes" people. Wasting his time/Having to wait. Being underestimated. Not being taken seriously. Lilith being in any sort of danger and/or getting harmed. 🩸Personality: Jax is an incorrigible tiefling who enjoys getting himself into trouble and getting out of it with a fight. Generally, he is seen as a very intimidating individual due to his height and overall appearance. He is overly confident and prideful, which makes him come off as very arrogant. His behavior often shifts between playful and mischievous, to moody and unapproachable, depending on whatever is going on inside his mind. However, he is most often aggressive and harsh when talking.

He is also treacherous and strategic, impressively able to manipulate people however he likes. And if he finds himself unable to do so, he'd settle for threatening. He isn't the type to beat around the bush, he is bold and direct, not afraid to do what it takes to achieve whatever he wants. He is also fearless and reckless, often taking on challenging fights he refuses to give up on, and fully willing to sacrifice himself to save Lilith if need be.

The darker, more violent nature within him comes from his upbringing as a bhaalspawn since he was a kid, and the abuse inflicted on him during training, trying to make him tough, which was unfortunately very successful, turning him into the "perfect killing machine". He had always been good at fighting, at killing, and his training only hardened him, making him ruthless and overall cruel, even enjoying being so.

Although Jax is extremely closed-off emotionally, he does sometimes show some decency to the companions, or those Lilith considers friends. He holds Minthara in high respect and doesn't mind Astarion, even willing to let him watch out for Lilith, the one person that is most precious to him. With her, Jax has a more caring side, though she is very aware of his capacity for violence and knows that he's always one bad day away from slaughtering everyone.

Lilith is the very first person who has managed to make him “feel something” and, due to that, he developed a certain obsession over her that can often be a little unhealthy, despite the true love he feels for her. He is extremely possessive and overprotective of her, and can easily pick out a fight on her behalf, even if she doesn’t want him to. He usually obeys her without much of an issue, being used to being her second-in-command during her Chosen days, when he gained the nickname of “the Chosen’s vicious little hellhound” from Orin, due to his loyalty and protectiveness of her. However, he does bicker with her from time to time due to his temper.

Generally speaking, Jax isn't a good person. Left to his own devices, he is violent and emotionless and would not hesitate killing anyone for even the most stupid reason, out of boredom, or just for his own amusement. He is seemengly unable to comprehend other people's feelings and is very annoyed if he's in a situation where he might have to make an effort to do so. He simply does not care for others and will not try to change it, unless it's for Lilith. She's is his one and only exception, and even with her, he still sometimes struggles to put his feelings into words.

[illuzijan]

about carla

LEGAL NAME(S): Carla Radames ; Legally Married as "Ada Wong" NICKNAME(S): Ahab ; The Whaler BIRTH DATE: November 13, 1986 AGE: 38 GENDER/PRONOUNS: She doesn't know she's a nonbinary person; Comfortable with any pronouns ORIENTATION: Bisexual CURRENT RESIDENCE: the Guild Lodge, location classified. EDUCATION: BSc: Microbiology (1998), Minor: Biology (1998), MD: Doctor of Medicine (2000), PhDMP: Virology (2000), Associates in Mortuary Science (2004). OCCUPATION: Mercenary for hire, Assassin for free. EYE COLOR: Dark brown. HAIR COLOR: Black. HEIGHT: 170 cm / 5'7''. BUILD: Long legs, long arms, gymnast build. SKIN: Olive tone. SKIN MARKINGS: Small freckles on cheeks. SCARS: a bunch she can't explain because they're not hers. FAST FACTS: Carla has spent the last four years reconstituting her body after being found by The Guild in 2020, in the stomach of an infected whale. She's now on a mission to kill the rest of the Simmons Family.

APPEARANCE. 

Carla is a 38 year old woman who resembles, uncannily, Ada Wong. Face detection systems recognize her as the enigmatic figure, and on a genetic level (albeit her genes are an absolute landmine), she reads as "Ada Wong". Even her fingerprints belong to the pseudonym.

She is 5'7', and taller in heels, with black hair that she typically keeps short. Her hair is usually in a bob cut, but she's also come to like pulling it back in a very small ponytail, or completely slicking it back in a pompadour. She wears as little clothing as she can get away with, preferring very breathable fabrics to absolutely anything else.

She has a shred of red fabric on her at all times. It's absolutely heinously destroyed but she keeps carrying it. This red fabric can be a neckerchief, a pocket square, or just a worry object for her.

PERSONALITY. 

Vicious. She is ruthlessly mean, sardonic, and smarmy. She developed into a creature that had no sympathy or concern for anyone but herself and her goals initially.

That did not work out. Now, she's the same jackass she was, but now with effort to control herself.

She can make connections with other people without it needing to be about controlling them.

Carla is revenge-driven above everything else, even her own substantial accomplishments. She will do absolutely heinous things in the name of revenge, and it is her justification for most of her abominable actions.

HISTORY.

For her history, see public/private knowledge and full timeline with pictures.

C-VIRUS.

Chrysalid has made Carla look human. She is human by socialization only. Her genetic makeup is the crucible meld of dozens of different creatures. As such, she boasts a number of unique and common abilities as a Bio Organic Weapon, or B.O.W.

Firstly, she is incredibly hot to the touch. Her resting body temperature is well above a human's, and can rise exponentially as she gains wounds (a trait of the Veronica Virus). This leads to her wounds steaming. If she is injured enough, she will burst into flames.

Functioning body temperature. 41-43 C / 106-110 F resting 51- 55 C / 125-130 F stressed/injured 65-70 C / 150-158 F moderately wounded 100 C / 212 F grievous injury/fatal wound

Secondly, she has the ability to command infected of the C-Type. This can include zombies. They are rewarded with endorphins for executing her commands, and very rarely do they choose to disobey her. Zombies of this type will leave her alone without incident, and she has no risk of being infected by other Progenitor-based viruses.

Thirdly, she's hard to kill. She's hard to kill. Her body will mutate in response to extreme trauma, and she can survive fatal wounds by becoming a Chrysalid again. A bullet to the head can't kill a J'avo. It can't kill her anymore either.

Carla's eyes have a mirror like lens in them. In certain light conditions this shows up.

She can willfully use the Chrysalid mutation similar to the Iluzija snake and some octopi (chromatophore cloaking) to turn temporarily invisible through a skin secretion.

With all of these abilities, there are physiological and psychological drawbacks. Hallucinations, heightened emotions and aggression, and persistent hunger are all severe drawbacks.

She is canonically psychotic, experiencing "voices" and delusions of cause and effect, as well as abnormal obsessions with no basis in reality. Carla experiences a common delusion that she can "time travel" and be in two places at one time, despite evidence contrary to this belief.

She is ceaselessly starving, and from that point, experiences biting compulsions like many zombies, and also an insatiable appetite. This worsens her already high level of aggression and activated nerves.

Among all the things the virus did, one of the most interesting ones is the reallocation of resources inside her body. She has two hearts and an expanded respiratory system. Her body is laden with vestigial eyes and layers upon layers of teeth-like scales buried in the tightly packed muscle. Her muscle and meat is licorice black. She is wholesale missing some organs and has other organs that aren't in a human system.

And lastly, Carla looks young. She looks like Ada at 27. She will permanently at default "look" like Ada at 27. She simply doesn't age visually.

[symphonic-scream]

Okay. New au.

Persona 5 star trek ish au

So. Yeah. I'm a mega star trek nerd. I watched Next Generation when I was 7 with my parents and I've watched most of the series since so. This was bound to happen

OKAY

The gang are rogues running around in an older Starfleet ship, looking for answers that command won't give them. The ship they have, nicknamed the Blue Velvet, was declared destroyed, along with her crew. Yet, Morgana wakes up in the bridge, and goes off to gather others who want answers from Starfleet

So they're running around, following old logs from the Velvet's running days, trying to figure out what really happened by interacting with the alien communities.

Each member has their own answers they want. Futaba and Makoto's parents were mentioned as crew in the logs, but they were unaware. Starfleet told them each something different. Ann and Ryuji are looking for proof of corruption after a scandal involving their friend was buried. Yusuke? He wants to find out what his mom was searching for. Haru? Her dad is funding Command and has been caught shuttling intergalactic slaves to work in his factories

Anyways. Here are their races! Some are from the series. Some are, custom. I'm not slick

Joker - idk man he's got lil horns and big wings

Morgana - some kind of cat alien

Ryuji - human

Ann - human

Yusuke - Vulcan

Makoto - She's half human, half some kind of alien. No one knows for sure what her other half is, and she wants to find out. She's got a long, thin tail, bright red eyes, two little horns sprouting from her forehead, and her ears are like a cat's

Futaba - rescued from the Borg

Haru - half Betazoid (learned combat from Klingon officers when she was originally joining Starfleet)

Goro - android

Sumire - Romulan

Their confidants are all secretly helping them. Iwai secretly sends them shipments of goods, Starfleet info, and locations of safe zones for them to hide in. Takemi gets the medical supplies and helps out when they encounter strange illness and shit

Anyways. Yeah.

[180minutes]

「 general information 」

FULL NAME: Unknown. Baise only uses fake names for her work.

NICKNAME(S): Baise, Baiser, Beso.

TITLE(S): Pro-Hunter.

AGE: 30.

DATE OF BIRTH: November 11th| Scorpion| Walnuttree| Earth Rooster 1969.

GENDER: Female| Cisgender.

PRONOUNS: She|Her

ORIENTATION: Demisexual | Demiromantic.

MARITAL STATUS: Single.

PROFESSION(S): Lost Hunter- Baise focuses on

finding people that had been kidnapped. This very often

brings her into conflict with Organized Crime.

「 physicality & appearance 」

HAIR: Natural bright red, dyed dark Pink but usually she has bright red roots under the pink .

EYES: Turquoise.

HEIGHT: 181cm | 190cm and taller with heels.

BUILD: Mesomorphic; curvey and athletic.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

Baise never not wears a bright pink lipstick.

In the AU in which she survives Baise has a metalplate in the back of her head over which is a very broad, hairless scar carved into her flesh. Baise hides the scar under her hair,but not only is it easily feelable but also the metalplate and the scar give her headaches on certaine weathers. As Baise does not like the scar touched, she lets the dark pink hairdye grow out in his AU.

COMMON ACCESSORIES:

Three earrings in each ear: two small rings and one loop earring on each side.

Very neatly manicured acrylnails. Baise tends to kick in hand-on-hand combat because she is worried for her nails.

Highheels, fitting to her outfitcolour.

Ballerinaflats in her purse. Baise likes highheels, but she is not mad.

「 personality & traits 」

Manipulators are logical people who advance at their own pace. They are all for arguments and tend to want to keep their families and loved ones safe. Baise has a mean, sadistic streak when it comes to handling people she sees as a danger to herself or others. She can be a perfect amicable person, but when on work Baise not only tends to be the one to set the tone but tends to be bossy and sarcastic.

「 personal information 」

HOBBIES: Sloving puzzles, sloving Sodokus, knitting, Nail Art, loyal Stephen King Reader.

SKILL(S): Baise has the ability to manipulate for 180 minutes whomever she kisses. The target becomes overwhelmingly infatuated with her and will follow her every command.

RESIDENCE: Varies.

BIRTHPLACE: Unknown, Baise was adopted as a very young toddler and does not care where she was born. She grew up in a small town by the coast of the Mimbo Republic.

AFFILIATIONS: Hunter Association.

「 relations 」

SPOUSE: None.

CHILDREN: None.

PARENTS: Two Fathers already well into their sixties- Baise was adopted as an toddler and never felt the urge to find any bloodrelatives of hers. She knows better than writing down their names anywhere considering her line of work, but she calls them Dad and Dada. Or, if she is annoyed with them: Number 1 and Number 2. Who is "number 1" depends on who she likes more in the moment which is a great source of amusement and jokes for her fathers.

SIBLINGS: A sixteen year old,younger Brother whom her fathers adopted as an infant when Baise was fourteen. And a two year old boy, also adopted. Baise collects foreign coins for the first, but thinks his hobby is very, very boring. She will not mention his name but usually calls him "Baby Number 1", and her youngest brother "Baby number 2". Baby Number 1 hates the name as any teenager would.

OTHER RELATIVES: There probably are some bloodrelatives that Baise never bothered to look into. She is happy with the family she has.

PETS/COMPANIONS/FAMILIARS: None.

「 habits & vices」

SMOKING:  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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Introduction of the Silver Fang Gang: The Crew

Marcos & Maria: the bosses of the organization. The two have their own part of the group that they run. Maria being the more active role with enforcing their power around their territory and Marcos dealing and manufacturing the product.

Bobby: Marcos right hand man and bodyguard. Since Bobby has an extremely hard plates of skin, it makes him the perfect body guard for Marcos. He takes absolute pride in this fact and is not afraid to show why. He helps marcos deal and sometimes helps his brother, Benny at the bar.

Benny: Right hand man of Maria. He owns buzz bar, a bar that caters specifically to insects of all kinds. While incredibly strong, Benny is definitely the more relaxed than the rest of the group, which helps Maria not be so aggressive all the time. The bar helps introduce people to certain drugs that only the Silver gang can produce and get them addicted to it. With his easy going personality and charm, he is the top person to go to for drugs in the gang.

Toshie: The left hand woman of Marcos. She’s famous designer who never shows herself in public. She was bored and needed some excitement in her life. After meeting with Marcos, she decided to join the group and experiment with the multitude of drugs, even creating a line of drugs. She’s a networker and helps pass on drugs to famous people, helping them get hooked.

Ellie: Maria’s left hand woman. A past illegal fighter champion who joined the group after meeting with Maria and challenged her to a fight. After losing, she respected Maria for her strength and asked to be trained under her. Maria agreed to take her in the group. She became her third in command and helps collect money from buyers and enforces the groups power. She was nicknamed “The Bloody Empress” due to her helmet being stained red.

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Members of the group have to have silver canines or at the very least have piercings of sliver jewelry. The only exception was Toshie since the spots of her skin looks like pools of melted silver.

Thank you so much for your support and patience during this time! As an apology for not posting last night here’s a sneak peak of another character vital to the Gang.

Bonus art:

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Headcannon time

HC all about Swapfell Red and the Mutt man, perhaps with the extra family content.

Papyrus; Mutt, Russ, Russell

Papyrus has only given his name back when he was a young tyke and didn't understand the ability it would give others to know his name. As an adult, he doesn't speak of it, though still responds to it silently. (Most beings who knew his name are either dead, or used another name to the point that they forgot completely of what he used to go by. Only Sans, Undyne, and Queen Toriel know of it.)

Close friends he trusts, he gives his nickname 'Russ'. He's taken up a habit of using a more human name, since Monsters see him more as one due to his own imagery. Yes, double S's, because he's chosen the 'Human' name of Russell.

The nickname 'Mutt' comes from his brother Sans, more in a means of playfully bantering with him that came from childhood, though people have taken it as a negative meaning. Sans and Papyrus use that to their advantage; He plays the lazy, undeserving, drunken and drugged-out brother, whose so low on his luck that he has to undignifyingly rely on his baby brother.

It's such a habit to call himself 'Mutt', play the role of a womanizer, that most others think he's part of a Wolf Pack. Russ isn't, but he enjoys hearing and getting others to believe he is. And if he's caught? Well, his fleeing powers come in such good use! Even better if he can get two Clans against the other... Better yet if he can earn Favors from them, however- Something he's done quite a few times before.

He recalls who has given him life, his name, his powers; though his 'Creator' has thankfully lost his mind, memory, and parts of his Soul. There's reasons why he stays away from the Snowy part of town, and it isn't because of the terrible snow storms. Not like the cold bothers him, anyways.

He enjoys Human company the most. It's more along the lines of what was first an addiction, slowly morphed to understanding, then a spark of what he'd never thought he'd have; Life. But even though that feeling ended in pain, causing a small habit of drug taking again to form; Russ still finds solace in beings who he looks more apart of compared to others. He bleeds like the humans, perhaps he was one back in the days?

He knows where the Blood-red Echo's come from. It pains him how the White and Pink Echo flowers are made... He's just glad he was able to keep His Human from becoming those when she was here.

He might look lazy; Look like someone you'd REALLY not want following you... But honestly, probably the best thing to have happen to you.

Russ is notorious to be someone who can hide easily; No one but the Judge has seen how he works. Not even Sans.

Queen Toriel had wanted to make him her right hand man; But he declined it for his own personal reasons... Instead, taking up another type of job- Earning the nickname 'Watch Dog'.

Sans; General, Commander, Tyrant, Regal

Sans has one of the worst tempers in the Underground; Most beings can't believe he hasn't turned yet like the last General did with all the power he has gained over the years.

He will only stand down if personally told by Queen Toriel, otherwise he is head strong, high strung, and will always be victoriously vicious in whatever he's doing.

Doesn't care for many other beings; Has been called all the names in the book but most Civilians call him 'Tyrant', though it's for their own good with the rules he has placed.

The only ones he has looked up to have died; Both physically, like his adopted father and the King, and Mentally, like his brother and his adopted sister. (It will only be after a few years out of the Underground will he see his brother as, once again, someone he can rely and count on and finds something to help his sister regain her consciousness from LVL-overdrive.)

Teenage Monsters enrage him to no end; It brings back terrible memories and annoyances that his own brother had pulled back in the day. However, he does find some twisted joy in scaring the shit out of these ones.

Young Monsters, he tends to ignore if they are being cared for. But under the guise of the Queens Rules; He allows himself to show no mercy to those who need a helping claw, though there have been some he's been far too late to save...

Knows that everyone who tries to befriend him only want his protection. Only friends of his brothers, he tends to be slightly less toxic to... However, there is one Monster he wouldn't mind befriending...

Though he can be toxic, extremely narcissistic, & ego driven; He does have a calmer side to him... It's shown when he drinks. Sans favorite thing to do after a specifically long and exhausting day is to get wine from Gillby's and, perhaps, bring home some healing waters to relax in.

Bribes normally don't work on Sans; But if it's for a good cause...

Sans has always gone by; 'Sans the Malevolent', and because he doesn't have a last name as far as both brothers are aware; Most of those under him call him 'General/Commander Malevolent', etc...

Sans is the voice for both him and his brother; However, he does look and read his brother for expressions and other telling tales that only he can translate due to their sibling bond.

Extremely well tuned in body language, more than his brother is.

Has pure hatred for so many things... It's easier to list what he actually likes.