#3329

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#3329 ＠ 埼玉県和光市白子

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3329 Rosemont, IL 02/11/2023

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Universe 3329 Character Dump!

These are what I have so far for various characters from my Marvel Universe, 3329! Enjoy! (CW: Mentions of Eugenics on Medusa's section!) More under the cut! This is a very, very long post.

Jack/The Recluse.

Jack was a tiny kid when he was younger, and his school days were filled with issues like not keeping up with his schoolmates, so he was a lonely kid until his best friend in the entire world sat next to him.

Jack adores webslinging, seeing it as a theraputic thing rather than something he should hate. Well, until Gold Goblin uses Webslinging Time as the time to swoop in and attack him.

He definitely has the lack of self-preservation to do what the GIF is doing because he has no chill and wants to absolutely concern his enemies.

Jack's love language is definitely physical touch, especially in cooldowns, he's a cuddlebug. If his SO doesn't like it, he just kinda pats them on the shoulder briefly and gives them a smile.

He takes some things absolutely literally. So sometimes figures of speech and other such things just hit the brick wall that's Jack Parker's brain.

Flirting? He knows what it is, and how to do it, just doesn't know when someone's flirting with him if it's subtle.

When it comes to various metal shows, Jack's one of the guys that stays out of the pit, until he has his spider powers and the enhanced durability turns him into a mosher.

Jack found Felicia a cat and gave her the little guy, he named him Empire because he found him near the Empire State Building.

He absolutely adores cats.

Big dogs scare him mostly because they can bowl him over and he doesn't want to deal with that.

Little dogs are A-Okay because they're cute.

When he was younger he was one of those kids OBSESSED with Sharks and Dinosaurs, so if he ever meets Jeff the Land Shark or Devil Dinosaur he'll lose his MIND.

Felicia Hardy/Black Cat.

Jack and Felicia are... well, it's complicated.

She and Jack knew OF each other when they were kids, but never really were talking. They even graduated from Midtown High in the same graduating class.

Burned out Gifted Kid because of her Dad's desire to make her the best at everything because he was a thief and he wanted better for his precious little girl.

She also has a eidetic memory as well as a photoreflexive memory, owing to the fact that this universe's Walter Hardy is Taskmaster.

She saw Jack for the first time messing around with Eddie on the playground when they were in elementary school. She wanted to play with them but decided against it.

Now that she's next door to him, she's raring to get her neighbor's attention.

So she goes to the MoMA as the Black Cat, just stealing something real simple so she lures this new vigilante out.

Needless to say, she knows it's Jack just by how he moves, but doesn't know it's really him until his mask is off. Which makes their dance all the more complicated.

Their romance is very complicated too. Mostly because he sees what Felicia does as not as bad but it could seriously come back to bite her and that's what makes it rocky.

He doesn't want his girlfriend to bite off more than she can handle and not be there to help. He might blow things out of proportion, do a little too much to help, but he's got good intentions.

Eddie Brock/Venom.

Eddie left for San Francisco and came back to everything going to shit. He knew his best friend was the Recluse just by Venom freaking out and going...

"Eddie! Eddie! That's your best friend, Eddie!"- Venom, based on vibes alone, and also almost breaking his laptop screen.

When he was younger though, he was a lonely big kid on the block with no friends to his name and a sucky dad that still sucks.

So when he saw the scrawny young Jack, he plopped himself right down and immediately they became best friends.

He hung out with Jack a lot, just to avoid his dad. Ben and May didn't mind, but did get concerned when Eddie would show up with bruises.

He definitely took up a big brother role for Jack when he needed it. Dude took care of him.

Sometimes Eddie would influence Jack to do things that... aren't exactly good, but experiences that Jack needed.

Eddie definitely had several girlfriends throughout the years, and has better advice than most when it comes to relationships.

Dude was a goofball though. Definitely Jack's biggest hypeman when he needed it, but still trying to keep his best friend by his side.

Mostly because he's dangerously codependent.

Him and Venom met soon after he finished school in San Francisco, in fact it was Venom who got him to where he is in life, making him able to get headlines and results he normally wouldn't get.

Venom is very similar to his Sony version, but maybe more of a people pleaser, even though he's not the symbiote we should be worried about.

Medusalith Amequelin/Mary Jane Watson/Medusa.

Medusa ended up escaping to Earth after realizing she didn't want to be queen (Mostly because of Attilan's corruption as well as how wrong having a Genetic Council that determines who can and who can't have babies is. As well as shoving all their disabled subjects underground to work.), so she took a ship and blasted off, not without crashing and losing her memories however.

So now she's on Earth, alone, and trying to figure out what to do. Lost and having no idea where she is, she tries to find someone that knows.

That answer was Anna Watson, who lost her daughter long ago and well, this girl looked almost like her aside from the eyes and hair length, so against her better judgement and out of grief for her lost daughter, she used Medusa's lost memories to her advantage.

So cut ahead to her high school days, the party girl MJ Watson being everyone's crush at Midtown Tech, but not a single person interested her. She became that because well, it made her 'mother' happy.

But then once out of high school... she saw a hero. Her first hero sighting and it lit a fire in her. That hero? The Recluse. Realizing her hair can move, she decides to become something more.

Medusa.

To say she's is a fan is an understatement. She absolutely wants to work alongside the Recluse. So she heads out to 'help' him. Jack doesn't know what to make of this new ally.

She's carefree, one hell of a fighter beyond just the hair with the variety and utility. Not only that, but she's somewhat quippy too. Might have some moments of her anger being quiet and giving off Slasher vibes.

The Michael Myers head tilt would be a thing with her. She kinda... likes dismantling her friend's rogues. (Also sort of inspired by Sindel's Fatality in MK 1 with her hair like... holy shit.)

Of course he's grateful for the help, but she might be a little too clingy to him. She knows when to step back, but a memory of someone important keeps her by his side.

For some reason... Jack feels safe to her. Throughout this arc, Medusa discovers her origin and Jack discovers the world's much wider than the city, with the Inhumans existence at risk and the world of 3329 just as hostile or more hostile to Mutants, it'll be trouble.

Jack's Love Life and General Development.

It's a very complicated dance between Felicia and Medusa. Mostly because they're both extremely different. Felicia and Medusa share the fact that they're okay with double lives, but one's more protective than the other.

It doesn't really serve his development, but it serves theirs. Not that love is the end goal but it's something nice to cap it off with. That, and I can't decide between a really cool option and giving Felicia at least ONE universe where she gets a Spider without dying or something dumb breaking them up.

The most important thing about it is the fact that Jack's biggest hurdle is depending on others in general. So it's letting his friends in and trying to balance the fact that most of his loved ones know he's the Recluse with the fact that his rogues are constantly improving.

He absolutely refuses to let anyone die. That night saving the train for his first rescue affected his work ethic as the Recluse quite greatly. He doesn't need a mantra, but he doesn't have the same mentality as a Peter.

He's doing it out of love. He loves being the Recluse, he loves his family, he loves his friends, and he loves his city. So why not? Why shouldn't he help the city that he loves?

All of this comes down to execution. Please tell me what you all think of my ideas thus far. And the headcanons Jack has.

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Private Dances [3]

Club!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info • series masterlist •

A/N: A massive thank you to the amazing @midgardian-witch for being so wonderful and proofreading this nonsense AND for hyping me up AND saving my ass with switching tenses (why am I like this?) Another huge thank you to the epic @lonelyisamyw-0love for tipping my ko-fi, this series is especially for them💚

Warnings: overuse of italics, sub!Blue, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a dancer (but like Blue is so lovesick), swearing, oral (f! receiving), Blue being a little shit, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

There are 5 main ‘stars’ in the club: Peach, Trixie, Songbird, Sweetie Pie, and Crystal. Crystal is usually the favourite but is currently in Blue’s bad books for reasons unknown to the reader. Reader is a backup dancer that Blue has named Lion.

Word Count: 3329

A Great View of the Hall

This was going to be a problem. 

Scratch that. 

More than a problem.

You stare at the half open garment bag hanging on the back of your door as if your glare could fix a hole in time and space. 

Blue held stupidly lavish events every three months or so, a big excuse to close the club to all save those who were ready to pay big bucks. And boy, were there a lot of clients willing to throw their cash around. 

Shows, and food, and gambling, and drinks, and everything dialed up to fucking eleven. 

All the staff’s outfits were new, usually fitting some theme that Blue had chosen on a whim, and none of the dancers ever got to see what they were going to be wearing until it was literally time to get dressed. Not that that was a problem. That was normal. Routine. The same as always. 

The problem was your outfit. Your dress. It was fucking blue.

There was only one unspoken rule every time he threw these fucking events, and that was that the main stars: Peach, Trixie, Songbird, Sweetie Pie, and Crystal, were the only ones in blue. Not you. 

Gorski must have given you the wrong dress. There must have been some kind of mistake. You shake your head, trying to shake yourself free of the vice like grip of anxiety that was taking hold of your heart. 

Simple fix. Simple. 

You grab the garment bag, zip it back up and leave your small room to find the Madam. She was, unsurprisingly, busy. Helping others fix their costumes, all a dark purple, directing others into position on the floor or stage behind the scenes. The doors had already opened for the ‘exclusive’ guest, the party ramping up into full swing. 

She tuts when she sees you, “What are you doing? You’re not ready?” 

“I was given the wrong dress.” You swallow, seeing some of your fellow back up dancers out of the corner of your eye in their wine purple corsets and short frilly shirts.

Gorski frowns at you, unimpressed. “Not another one.” She mutters under her breath, almost too quiet for you to hear. “Let me see.” 

You hold the bag out to her and she tuts again, not even bothering to open it. “Here,” she flips white paper card tied around the hanger's neck, ‘Lion’. “This one’s yours.” 

“No, it’s-”

“Mr Jones oversaw your clothing. I am not having any more arguments about outfits today.” She says, her voice clipped. She only ever used ‘Mr Jones’ when she was stressed and pissed. She turns to raise her voice curtly to another dancer before looking back at you. “Any other problems?” 

Despite the pause she gave you it was clear she would only accept one answer.

You manage to bite your tongue and shake your head.

“Good.” She dismisses you with a wave of her hand, waiting until you are nearly out of the backstage rooms for her to call after you, “and hurry up!”

. 

The dress is long, almost trailing on the floor, with a slit on the left side that ends just before the fullest part of your hip. There is an ornate chain holding both sides together at your upper thigh, a tiny golden lion dangles from the chain, it’s just enough to keep the dress from exposing you while you walk.  Which is a small blessing as there is no way you can wear any underwear without it being on show. 

You growl deep in your throat, your mind replaying snippets of your last encounter with Blue. His arms around your waist as he practically sobs into your stomach. 

This must be some kind of twisted punishment, a way to put you on show in front of everyone. It wasn’t like you could outwardly disobey him in front of clients and his goons, there was no way you would be able to wrap your fingers around his throat, squeeze, and make him crumble. 

You check your makeup in the small mirror and adjust the dress. It’s a bright, royal blue, with a plunging neckline and small over the shoulder straps. The material is soft, comfortable even. And you hate it. Hate that part of you likes it. Hate that he picked it. 

Hate, hate, hate it. 

At least you could maybe blend in with the ‘stars’, they’d be in the exact same dress and colour. 

. 

Somehow you manage not to scream profanities the second you walk into the club. The music is loud, the stage occupied while others serve drinks to the patrons, seated and watching. There are some talking in booths, girls in their lap pretending to be interested in their conversation, while others gamble with dancers on their arms, egging them on. 

All of them are in the same dark purple. Which isn’t surprising. 

The problem is Trixie, the first star you spot. Her dress is shorter, the neckline a queen ann cut, and the colour is a dark navy. You see Peach next, her dress the same as Trixie, then Songbird and Sweetie Pie. All of them dressed in mirror images of each other. You stand out sorer than a thumb. 

Exactly what you would like to not do. 

The realisation makes you freeze, the anxiety from before growing monstrously and taking root, fixing you to the floor. You’re going to be sick, you’re going to-

“Ah, Lion.” Blue grins wickedly as he snakes his hand around your hip and pulls you close to his side. “I was looking all over for you.” 

You glare at him. If looks could kill he’d already have bullet holes in his chest. 

He chuckles at your stare. “Feisty as ever,” he brushes the tips of his fingers along your jaw, pressing softly against your chin to tilt your head to the side so he can place a soft kiss to your cheek. “Behave.” He whispers, his breath hot against your skin. 

The underlying threat is there, clear as night: or else. 

You plaster the fakest smile on your face, practically a sneer, and his grin widens. 

“Oh, much better Lion, much better.” He nuzzles into your neck for a second, the briefest touch as he breathes deeply and sighs contentedly. 

You stiffen as a flush of heat runs along your skin from where he touched you, racing downwards. 

“Come, I’m just speaking with some old friends,” he guides you to the table, slightly secluded from the main hustle and bustle, but still with a good view of the stage. He keeps his arm around you, his fingers playing with the little lion on the chain.

Somehow you manage to resist the urge to slap his hand away. 

There are three other men seated, two you recognise as regular patrons of the club. Highrollers, dangerous. The third you’re not familiar with, but his suit is sharp and his eyes are vicious. 

To your surprise there are no other dancers at the table, no one doing their best to fawn over any of these men. You swallow, the anxiety sharp as it cuts in deeper. 

Each of them has their own guards, a far distance away but obvious to spot and surely ready to snap into action at a moment's notice. 

This was all very, very not good. 

Still, you manage a polite, and pretend sincere, smile as Blue introduces you to them. Astonishingly, all three stand to greet you, take your hand as you offer it to them (Blue subtly flicks your arm to remind you, whispering a brief ‘manners’ into your ear) and kiss the back of it. 

Blue keeps an oddly reassuring hold on your side, only letting go to push your chair in for you when you sit. The place where his hand rested is oddly cold without his touch. 

He sat as close to you as he physically could, draping his arm over the back of your chair as he continued to talk with the other men. 

After a few minutes his hand began to wander, moving slightly to stroke your upper arm absentmindedly and seemingly not noticing the little shiver that ran through you at his touch. 

You wish you were paying more attention to the conversation going around you, wished you could. 

His touch was more than distracting, maddening. The infuriating way he drags the back of his thumbnail over your skin in a lazy stroke. The stupid little smile that was plastered to his face whenever he nods to the conversation, his eyes glittering. He must know what he’s doing. He had to. 

You gave him little sideways glares, doing your best not to completely scowl at him. Frustration burned hot along your veins and you clenched your hands into fists under the table, pressing them into the edge of your seat. 

A waiter came to deliver fresh drinks, moving quietly and quickly as he places the glasses down in front of Blue and his ‘friends’.

“What do you want, Lion?” Blue’s velvet soft voice caught you irritatingly off guard. He smiled when you didn’t answer straight away, enjoying the little dance of confusion on your face. “To drink?” He leans towards you, still smiling. 

“I…” you swallowed, unsure of how to answer, if this was really some twisted game he was playing. 

His grin widens, seemingly appraising you for a moment before he  looked up to the waiter. “Lion’ll have something sweet, just like she is.” 

You were going to hit him. 

One of the men chuckled, he had dark eyes and a full beard and was sitting directly to your right. “Sweet is she?” He leaned slightly closer to you, placing his elbow on the table. “How sweet?” 

He gave you a sugary smile that perhaps could have been charming in another situation. 

Blue’s gentle touch on your arm tightened, pulling you towards him a fraction. 

The other man chuckled politely at his reaction, “What? You can’t expect me not to want a taste. You’re practically flaunting her to us.” He gestures as he speaks, his hand a hair's breadth away from touching your cheek. 

He’s lucky in that respect because you’re pretty sure he would have lost a finger or two if he’d actually made contact. 

“Am I?” Blue smiles, all teeth. 

The man chuckles lightly, but swallows, a hint of uncertainty in his voice the next time he speaks. Subtle, but there. “Well… yes.”

Blue waits for a moment, just letting the others' words hang in the air. He blinks twice, shaking his head a minute amount. Such a little gesture shouldn’t feel so… vicious. 

Your stomach twists, a feeling that had started to fade into your memory. You’d forgotten how dangerous he was. With all the things he’d let you do, the power he’d let you have over him, it had become so easy to fall into that false sense of security. 

You lean slightly into Blue, resting your head on his shoulder and threading your fingers through his, forcing him to loosen the grip on your shoulder. 

He looks down at your face, his eyelashes practically kissing his cheeks. There’s an oddly soft expression that passes over his eyes. There for a moment before it’s gone. 

He looks back to the other man, his tone lighter this time. “What’s wrong with a little showing off?” 

It’s almost as if the whole club breathes a collective sigh of relief.

“Nothing.” 

All four go back to their conversation as if nothing had transpired. 

The waiter brings you a bright pink cocktail that’s too sweet. But you slip at it anyway to save the poor man from Blue’s ire.

.

You attempt to slip away during Trixie’s big performance, while Blue is saying polite goodbyes to the gentleman at the table as he sends them off with other girls.

But he keeps your hand firmly in his the whole time. 

It’s only then that you notice someone at the far side of the club, their gaze on you like a sense of creeping dread. It’s Crystal.

At first you think she’s scowling at Blue, until realisation dawns that it is in fact you that she is looking at. 

The expression is so fierce that at first you can’t take notice of anything else. It’s only later that you realise she was wearing a dark purple dress.

“Trying to escape?” Blue’s voice makes you jump. He’s leaning close, his lips practically touching your ear and grinning. 

You frown at him. “Trying to.” You look back to the side of the club, Crystal is gone.

He laughs. “Silly little Lion.” 

“Careful.” 

He bites his lips together, still smiling, clearly overly amused by your reaction. “And why would I want to be careful, hmm?” He brushes his fingers along your jaw. “Maybe I want your claws to come out?” 

There’s a light flush to his cheeks that isn’t from the alcohol, his eyes dark and pupils dilated. 

He lets you look over him for a moment before he squeezes your hand and places it in the crook of his arm. “Come.” 

He glances at one of his guards, gesturing with his head and practically communicating telepathically before he guides you across the room and down the corridor to his office. 

It’s cooler once you’re out from the sea of people in the club, quieter, even though you can still hear the echoing bass of the music. 

You’re not sure why you let him lead you; why you walk in step with him without question. The idea of it alone should be enough to get under your skin. 

“Why am I wearing this dress Blue?” 

“You can take it off if you prefer.” He purrs.

You glare at him. “That’s not what I mean.” 

“What do you mean then?” He raises his eyebrows at you, practically giddy with glee. 

“The colour-”

“Do you not like your dress?” He fakes a look of disappointment, “I’m hurt, Lion.” 

You pinch his inner elbow and he laughs as he flinches a little in surprise. He squeezes your hand tighter in the crook of his arm. 

“You know what I mean, Blue.” 

“I do.” He opens his office door with a little flourish before he ushers you inside. 

“It’s not-” You gasp as he grabs your biceps, pushing your back up against the door and using the force of the push to shut it. 

He kisses you roughly, groaning as he presses himself close to you but breaks it before you even get a chance to react. “You drive me insane, Lion.” He mutters against your mouth. “Insane.” 

He strokes your cheek softly, resting his forehead against yours. “Can’t think about anything if you’re not near me.” He presses his lips to yours again, soft and sweet before trailing down along your jaw and to your neck. 

You shiver, jumping under his touch as he licks and kisses, lightly scrapes his teeth over your skin. 

When you react he groans softly, rubbing the heavily outline of his erection against your thigh. 

Your breathing hitches, your fingers tightening on his shoulders. Your body reacts without your permission, pressing closer and craving more of his touch. 

He leaves a gentle kiss on your collar bone before he sinks to his knees, looking up at you through his long lashes. “Want to take care of you, Lion…” He waits a moment, watching your face intently, seemingly measuring the seconds via the rise and fall of your chest. “Want to make you feel good.” 

Painfully slowly he runs his hands up your calves, pushing up your dress as he goes. 

You swallow as you watch him, how he gazes up at you looking so soft and pliant. Part of you wants to stop him, to force him back and regain control. But another deeper part recognises his submission, realises that the control is already all yours. 

He kisses the side of your left knee, pressing close as he drags your dress higher and higher, the smooth scrape of the fabric leaves goosebumps in its wake. 

He gasps softly as he finally lifts it over your hips, revealing you completely to him. Languidly he runs the very tip of his forefinger down the centre of your mons until he brushes your clit. 

He seems mesmerised for a second as your body jolts under his touch.

You bite into your bottom lip to stop yourself from making a sound, but still your rapid breathing echoes loudly in your head. 

Blue shuffles forward, closing his eyes as he licks a board, flat trail through your folds. He moans loudly, his eyebrows pinched together as he tastes you. Heat pools and twists in his belly, spiralling downwards to his throbbing cock as his movements get bolder. 

He presses his tongue deeper, just teasing your entrance as his licks grow firmer, sinking down to the very edge of your core before working his way back up to your clit. 

Your muscles tense, legs weakening as your body starts to fight your mind for complete control. 

“Blue…” You mutter, your voice strained and desperate.

He groans loudly, doubling down on his efforts as he keeps lapping at you desperately. 

The sound of his zipper being opened barely registers to your ears as he fumbled with it, pulling his cock free in a rush and hastily jerking himself in time with his licks. 

You moan quietly, unable to stop yourself as you grab hold of the back of his head and press him closer. Your hips buck, grinding against his warm, wet and eager mouth. 

Blue whines, his eyes rolling back as you take hold of him. His breathing hitches and he gasps once, a weak Lion escaping his lips in a needy, desperate plea before he swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking it into his mouth before doing back to those long, long licks. 

He buries himself between your thighs, single minded in his need for your pleasure as he rocks and moves with you, his fist a blur on his own length. 

You dig your fingers of one hand into the wood of the door, the other into his short hair, rolling your hips to chase the delicious friction of his sinful mouth. Heat coils tightly in your stomach, your thighs start to shake as he moans and licks, smearing your wetness all over his face. 

This time the moan that leaves you is loud and wrecked, pleasure pulling at every part of you and overriding any other possible thought. 

You tense, shaking as you come, your head thrown back and pressing against the door. 

Blue whines as your sweet release hits his tongue, as your muscles squeeze and quake and flutter on his tongue. 

He jerks his wrist twice, watching your face eagerly as you cry out, and comes a second later, spurting hot thick ropes all over the carpet and office door. Some splashes onto your calves.

He slows his hand in time with the gentle rock of your hips, only pulling his mouth away when you slump back and your grip on his hair lessens. 

He stares up at you with large, dark eyes. The entirety of his lower face shining with your slick. 

Your breathing calms, your heartbeat slowly returning to normal as you keep your eyes closed. 

Blue breathes deeply, glancing down briefly and noticing the drops of his release on your legs. He tuts and leans forward, darting his tongue out to lick your skin clean while simultaneously not giving a damn about the mess on the door. 

You let out a little yelp of surprise as his warm tongue touches your skin, but he places a soothing hand on your thigh, stroking soft circles as he works. 

You’re not sure what to expect when he stands, but it certainly isn’t the soft kiss he gives you while stroking your cheeks with his hands. 

“Come to bed with me, Lion.” He mutters, his voice soft and eyes closed. 

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Chapter 19

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: mentions of blood, a bit of gore too.

Words: 3329

A/N at the end, please read!

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Taehyung could feel his blood boil. You were the softest, nicest little thing he ever met; how could anyone not like you?

Your classmates, he felt rage rumble deep underneath his skin just at the thought of them. They didn't like you? So be it. The alpha hated them like no one else, despising them.

How dare they be so unwell towards you?! You never did one thing wrong to them, and you never even whined in their presence. You always complied with and obeyed their ridiculous wants and needs.

He was pissed—no, he was furious—already standing up after pushing the broken notebook off his lap. The heavy scent of anger filled the room.

A few growls could be heard throughout the room. This was not okay, and they were not happy.

Namjoon held you close to himself, your face squished against his scent gland, his hands squeezing you to his body.

A deep rumble carried through the bottom of his chest, and a small yelp left you, making him to immediately stop.

„Baby no, no, it's okay... I'm not angry at you, pup, alright? Hm? Can you tell me their names, baby? Alpha will go and have a chat with them." He murmured, watching you closely.

Running his knuckles gently over your skin, he tried to coax the names out of you; a few of the other packmates were quick to catch on.

No omega would be happy to see violence. They would go around it for you. Their intentions were quite clear to understand, though the heavy scents they didn't carry weren't telling enough.

After Yoongi came back in the middle of your soft stuttering like sobs when you were telling them what has been going on for a while now, he soon listened in and understood.

He was more than angry; the alpha has never felt such irritation before. He already had quite an interesting call with your class teacher.

While the man didn't necessarily seem like a straight-up terrible man, he should have known better. Making you cry and so stressed out for a reason, purely out of your hands was more than punishable. 

And so the alpha was furious, understandably so. Jungkook also seemed to be greatly unhappy; his jaw clenched while he tightened his fists.

The still-young and quite hormonal alpha wasn't doing so well. Since the pack has pretty much already started imprinting on you, they were very unhappy, knowing that possibly their own omega has been bullied for such a long time.

„Princess, come to oppa now... Let's go take a nap for a bit, hm? I bet you are tired, sweetie." The alpha whispered out, fully aware of what would go down once you were out of earshot.

Wanting you to not have to listen too much, Jimin knew that you were probably still very tired. It was only understandable; you were an omega, and those have to sleep for long hours regularly.

Letting go of you reluctantly, the younger alpha pulled you from Namjoon's warm arms, cooing loudly and helping you wrap your legs around his waist.

Nuzzling your head, the alpha giggled softly, happy to hold you. Smiling widely, he nuzzled your cheek, letting his soft lips ghost over your skin.

Standing up, the eldest also followed along, running his fingers through your hair as you let your head rest against the alpha's collarbone, getting more sleepy by the second.

Walking up the stairs, Jimin swayed you gently, making sure you were sleepy enough as he made his way to his room.

He had a nice, spacious bed and was very aware that you would be able to sleep much better in the heavy alpha's scents surrounding you.

After all, the youngest alphas oftentimes hung out in this room, and so it was full of different smells, bringing further comfort.

Holding you to his chest with one arm, he uncovered the blanket, crawling gently on the mattress. Coming in after him, Jin waited for his packmate to settle down with you before he also went into the bed.

Spooning you, the eldest made sure to turn you away from the doors, the man's wide shoulders shielding you from view.

They needed to make sure you would be safe, especially if they were asleep at the same time as you were.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling your back to his chest while Jimin gently nuzzled your cheeks and face to his warm front.

„Sleep tight, my cub. Alpha's will protect you now, baby.” Jin whispered, gently running his fingers through your hair before he too scented you a bit.

Your eyes soon closed, and the two other men were still a bit watchful and careful of their surroundings, only going to sleep after being absolutely sure nothing would disturb any of you.

And so, you were completely unaware of what was going on downstairs; the packmates were unbelievably livid like never before.

Hoseok was the first one to stand up; his jaw clenched as he started to pull on his boots and jacket, looking through the bowl full of car keys.

„Are you serious?” Taehyung asked, also standing up. Before he got to finish, the youngest packmate had already stood up, kicking over the small table before the couch, the wood shattering into pieces with a loud crack.

Jungkook was furious, his pheromones clouding the whole room. No one, not even Namjoon, said much in answer to his act, feeling just like him, if not worse.

„I'm teaching those fuckers a lesson; they will absolutely not pick on my omega. Bitches don't know what's coming." Hoseok barked out, his voice rough and cold like never before.

Soon, the alphas too got ready, all just about to do the same. Piling into one of the bigger cars, they all went to drive together.

The school wasn't too far, and so the packmates soon got there. It was just about the lunch hour now, meaning that many of the classmates were just standing outside, resting during their break.

The packmates didn't hold back for too long, the classmates apologizing with many words - the alphas weren't the ones that had to be apologized to thought.

It was you that had been so wrongly dealt with, and you never deserved such treatment. But even when the angry pack stood before the two betas, their words didn't seem sincere at all.

The man sealed his fate when he muttered about you just overreacting under his breath. Jungkook jumped into action right away, too angry to hold back any further.

Only after one of the betas jaws seemed to be just about completely disconnected did the packalpha step in, pulling Jungkook off of the man.

The alpha snarled, still not done. Humming out in understanding, his elder only pulled him away further from the student, and the pack members soon pilled in together again.

There wasn't much anyone could do, especially since it happened outside of school. The pack had the full right to do whatever they pleased with the students since it only went with the law.

It was one of the more recent ones; after more and more reports regarding fights and murders, always with similar reasoning, resurfaced, the law changed, and the police no longer stepped in when such things happened, only going over them after to file a report if needed.

A pack was allowed to fully deal with anyone assaulting their packmates. No matter what they were to do to them, the law fully forgave them, and there was no penalty for it as long as it was reasonable.

When the pack got back home, they still felt much anger seeping through the bond. And so, many went on towards the gym, the youngest two and the packalpha being the fastest to be there.

Yoongi and Hobi decided it was best to forget about it for now, at least for a little bit. And so they washed off all the blood on their fists and fully showered, not wanting you to have to taint your sensitive nose with the smell of blood.

Changing into completely different clothes, the two alphas made sure none of the panicked scents the classmates carried before they were fully beaten to unconsciousness wouldn't stick.

Wanting to pamper and coddle you well for a while, the pack would then decide what to do next. Going back to the school you went to was already out of the question; the alphas were more than protective enough to even allow you to come close to the building again.

The two alphas decided that the creamy rose tteokbokki would serve as a good, filling, warm meal for your soft little belly.

And so they got to work, with Yoongi frying the cut-up bacon and sausages until they turned crispy and setting them aside. The other man, meanwhile, allowed the rice cakes to soak in water and diced up the onion and garlic, frying them in a different pan until they turned fragrant.

Hobi added dashi and milk, stirring it until it turned hot. He then poured in the heavy cream, gochujang, and a few other things. The sauce soon formed a comfortable orange shade.

The rose tteokbokki was a much milder version, which is key for you to be able to enjoy it. It was a creamy and cheesy meal, and the alphas were sure you would enjoy it a lot.

And so, the older alpha thinly sliced the fish cakes, adding the peeled boiling eggs. He made sure to boil at least eight or nine, blanching them in ice-cold water before starting to peel the shell off.

Hoseok then added the meat and rice cakes, turning off the heat and letting the mozzarella and Swiss cheese melt. Incorporating it, he sprinkled in a small bit of sesame oil.

Preparing eight deep plates, the alpha started serving everyone, always sprinkling on a bit of spring onion. It was best to eat it while it was still hot.

Taking the four plates each, the alphas started to walk slowly upstairs, the chopsticks and a few spoons pocketed in their pants.

Opening the doors slowly, Hobi walked in first, smiling widely when he saw the two alphas holding you so close.

Jin woke up right away, turning around quickly and looking over his shoulder while he pulled you closer to himself.

Recognising his packmates, he sighed out, laying back against the pillow, his shoulder sagging.

Coming closer, Yoongi looked over his elder's shoulder, cooing gently and caressing your cheek. You looked cuddly like never before, your face squished against the younger man's chest, his own head laying against the top of yours, covering you softly.

Even in his sleep, the alpha stayed protective, his warm hands holding you close. If anyone would even try to take you away, Jimin would wake up immediately; Yoongi was sure of it.

Placing the many plates down on the floor, Hobi went to wake them all up, Jin slowly blinking the sleep away. They didn't get to sleep for too long, but lunch had passed long before.

Most of the alphas already left the gym, with Jungkook being the last. Also washing themselves, the men were ready for some late lunch, with Yoongi taking them to Jimin's room.

They wouldn't be able to fit really comfortably, but they didn't care. You seemed happy in the bed, with many blankets and pillows around you, soft against your fingers.

Sitting up, Jimin placed you on his lap with your back right against his chest, resting himself against the headboard.

He was still more than tired. He was used to sleeping in late during their vacation time, and since they entered hiatus, he had more time to replenish his energy.

Sure, they were still planning many performances, but the alphas were now focusing more on their solo careers, and after so many years of endless stress and work, they were happy to finally let up for a bit.

The packmates realised that it was important to help you settle in well, and so they were planning on staying home and overall be with you more often.

They already had many vacations planned ahead, wanting to enjoy true packlife for the first time since their childhood.

Staying in, huddled together in a den, was a part of such activities, but since the alphas were usually not really cuddly and soft with one another, only very little, they didn't have a proper one.

They would invest in a nice, big mattress soon, though, making sure you would have a nice place where you could rest and nest. It was very important.

And so, the packmates all soon one after another littered in, their hair still a bit damp, but they didn't want to spend any time away from you, preferring instead to stay with you.

It was complicated for the alphas to have you out of their sight for now, and that feeling will definitely take a while to outgrow.

Squeezing in closer to one another, the pack members climbed into the bed, soon chewing on the meal. You reached for your own plate, but your palms were soon gently pulled back to your lap.

Tutting you softly, Taehyung already had a bite on a spoon, just before your lips. You turned away, hiding your cheek in Jimin's shoulder, too shy to take a bite.

„Babycheeks, baby, let Alpha help, ...sweetie; come on, be a good girl now, hm?” Quick to coax you out, the man plucked the bite right between your plush-like lips, smiling widely as you chewed.

„Hm... Is it good, sunny bub?” Hobi asked, running his palm over your head. He felt himself preening at the thought of you enjoying the food he made.

And you liked it; the spice was not too much for you, letting you enjoy the meal well. You nodded vigurously at the taste of chewy rice cakes and crispy bacon, a heavy combination.

The packmates made sure your cheeks wouldn't be left empty for any longer than necessary, keeping you well fed above themselves.

The most tasty bites were reserved for your tastebuds only, with the alpha pheromones wafting widely throughout the room.

Now that they had done what was necessary to your classmates, they were left with the aftermath of the sudden rage, worry, and protectiveness clouding their senses.

Warming you up between many blankets, the pack rested together, and the food soon finished. Handing you a water bottle lying around, Yoongi held it to your lips, not allowing you to drink fully by yourself.

Cooing at how well you swallowed, he praised you gently, patting your hair. „Good girl...” He whispered, smiling softly.

The alphas felt relief that you were once again safely tucked away in their arms, with no intruder able to harm you.

Looking at you fondly, the packalpha knew that he had to clear up some confusion regarding their next steps.

„Pup, let's talk now, okay? About what will happen now, baby... Listen to alphas explain for a little bit, my sweetest girl.” He said, sighing out before he continued.

Namjoon realised well that going all alpha against the teacher and classmates probably wasn't the best idea they had, but at the time and for the right reasons, it felt right.

He was still quite careful and reasonable, making sure none of the students or even the teacher would be harmed so much they would have harsh health issues in the future.

Things like smaller scars would keep the memories of their past mistakes fresh. The packmates didn't do much but threw a few punches here and there, mostly just wanting to make sure, nothing like that would ever happen again.

The pack alpha realised that some sort of police officer regarding pack affairs would probably knock on their pack house doors the upcoming morning, but he was more than ready to explain everything.

All of the pack members documents were well updated, and you didn't really need any yet since you weren't properly a part of the pack.

Until you get marked at least.

Your ID was well above enough, and he was sure you had some sort of identification tucked away somewhere in your wallet.

Namjoon knew that even if what they did was a bit drastic, it was absolutely reasonable and not even overreacting. Alphas get more protective if their own omegas are in harm's way.

„I don't think any of us will agree with you coming back to your college now; do you understand why, sweetheart? It's not safe for you, and alphas really really really don't like that, okay?”

With his packmates nodding along, a few of the men ran their fingers over you, softly shushing any questions you might have. Everything would be explained soon; you didn't have to worry about a thing now.

„Yea cub, it's really not good for you, okay? But I can imagine you still want to continue your studies, don't you?" The eldest asked, his hand resting against the back of your head.

You nodded quickly. Good education was the key to everything, and you loved art. If you got the chance to unlock the doors of new possibilities with it, you were more than interested.

„Okay, princess, that's a good thing, baby. I'm very proud of you.”

Jimin whispered in your ear, his chin running over your head in soft, gentle caresses. His scent went over you; the mixture of your natural aroma with his created a nice new mix.

„You could always try to go to a different school, babycheeks, but I think that isn't really the best solution." One of the younger alphas said, Your palm held in his while he watched you closely. 

„I don't think so either. Such stress isn't healthy for you, bunnybun; we can't have that now, can we?” Jungkook said, smiling to try and lift the mood a little.

„Absolutly not. I thought about online lessons instead; how about that kitten? Would you like that, hm?” Yoongi cooed at you, bopping your nose softly.

Thinking over the possibilities, you shrug your shoulders, not sure what it would really mean.

„I thought about that too. It would be a lot easier with our schedule, and it would be much more personal and professional.

I think you would also learn much more cub. And it should be less stressful too, since you would never have to be with so many new people again." Namjoon said, coaxing you to gently nod. You weren't fully sure yet, but you trusted them a lot, and they valued that even more.

„I'm not sure yet oppa... But I can try. I think online classes would be a bit better too, as long as I have some sort of studio I can still visit for all the things I need.” You said.

You never had an easy time making new friends, and so school with so many different people often caused issues and unreasonable stress.

Art school especially could be quite nerve-wracking, and the alphas realised that well. They wanted to make sure you wouldn't drop like that again, prevention was key.

Smiling widely at you, Hobi felt his mood lift a bit. „Thank you so much sunshine... Alpha will set up everything for you; you don't have to worry about a thing. Our small baby can just rest her pretty eyes.”

You felt yourself blush a little, turning your gaze away from the alpha. Laughing even louder, he ran his fingers over your ankles softly, your legs stretched out over his lap.

„I'll look up some teachers later, okay, pup? You can choose of course my baby. How about we watch some movies for now? I thought we could go to the mall later; how bout that?”

The alphas realised well that you needed a few necessities, like some new clothes like different undergarments. You didn't pack that many the few nights before.

„Oh, and also, I called with one of the doctors for omegas, sweetheart; I'll make you an appointment soon, okay? The medicine your older doctor gave you isn't good for you, pup.”

„If you want to take the heat suppressants, you can cub, that is your thing to decide upon. But still, you should have a check up. It's important to have those regularly.”

Namjoon and Jin said, your palm caressed between his. Smiling at you reassuringly when he smelled anxiousness go through your scent, the alphas surrounding you were quick to step in, making sure you knew that you were safe and sound.

„Sh-sh-sh, babycheks, don't fret little baby. Alpha is here, right here."

„No princess, don't worry. Alphas are here now, and you don't need to be scared, baby.”

„That's right, peaches, don't be afraid of anything. Doctors aren't scary cubs, and we will be there the whole time; how about that?”

„...hm? Of course, bunbun, if you want to, I'll hold your hand the entire time; of course, alpha will. You are such a good girl, aren't you?”

„Yes, kitty, you can sit on oppa's lap too if you'll feel like it. You can always sit on alpha's lap, my kitten.”

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A/N: okay, I'll be honest. I'm not so sure how I feel about the violence in this chapter, I'm not fully sure. I understand that a lot of you feel angry at the classmates for being unfair and mean to the MC, but I don't fully like how I wrote this.

I don't think everything is understandable well, since the pack dynamics overall are just like that in my story and I hope it's to no one's issue.

I don't want this to be a yandere themed story!

I might edit parts of it though, so if it changes a bit, please don't be worried.

Lots of love, take care of yourself :)

Next:

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【 ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 】 Mesh and textures: @ts4novvvas​​ | Original Sims 4 post: ⚪

- - -  APRIL 2023 - - -   • ALL OBJECTS: updated specular map; • Coffee table, Credenza, West Elm Bookcase and Wall Unit: added slots too; • Added collection file.

• Polycount, buy category, price § and more useful information ↓ •

* Books 1: 1962 verts | 1484 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 250§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Books 2: 1400 verts | 878 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 150§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Coffee Table: 2480 verts | 2068 faces >> Found under Coffee tables | 295§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel >>>> 21 slots for Small/Medium/Large objects

* Couch: 9788 verts | 13442 faces >> Found under Sofas and loveseats | 850§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Couch Blanket: 4661 verts | 6737 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 150§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Couch Cushions 1: 4863 verts | 9077 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 140§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels + 5 presets

* Couch Cushions 2: 4142 verts | 5763 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 130§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Credenza: 2636 verts | 1468 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous surfaces | 450§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Eucalyptus: 18699 verts | 13033 faces >> Found under Plants | 225§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Ferm Living Vase: 32338 verts | 13950 faces >> Found under Plants | 260§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Ferm Living Wonder Clock: 2034 verts | 1904 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 325§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channel + 2 presets >>>> Can be moved up/down on wall

* Ficus Elastica: 12114 verts | 11266 faces >> Found under Plants | 350§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Floor Lamp: 2926 verts | 3160 faces >> Found under Floor lamps | 225§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Hand Sculpture: 25201 verts | 9824 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 215§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Muuto Vases: 2377 verts | 4596 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 105§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Plant with Books: 4889 verts | 5557 faces >> Found under Plants | 150§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Rug: 1266 verts | 1967 faces >> Found under Rugs | 420§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel + 10 presets

* Secretary: 2929 verts | 1838 faces >> Found under Desks | 450§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Succulent 1: 9167 verts | 7613 faces >> Found under Plants | 75§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Succulent 2: 9854 verts | 9588 faces >> Found under Plants | 75§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Succulent 3: 7251 verts | 7356 faces >> Found under Plants | 75§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Table Lamp: 3329 verts | 3316 faces >> Found under Table lamps | 50§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Teak Armchair: 9937 verts | 13259 faces >> Found under Living chairs | 285§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* The Poster Club Horizontal: 60 verts | 34 faces >> Found under Paintings and posters | 300§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel | 10 different arts

* The Poster Club Horizontal V2: 64 verts | 36 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 300§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel | 10 different arts

* The Poster Club Square: 60 verts | 34 faces >> Found under Paintings and posters | 150§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel | 10 different arts

* The Poster Club Square V2: 64 verts | 36 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 150§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel | 10 different arts

* The Poster Club Vertical: 52 verts | 34 faces >> Found under Paintings and posters | 250§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel | 20 different arts

* The Poster Club Vertical V2: 56 verts | 36 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 250§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel | 20 different arts

* Vitra Standard Dining Chair: 4592 verts | 6094 faces >> Found under Dining chairs | 195§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Wall Mirror: 2740 verts | 1958 faces >> Found under Mirrors | 350§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

* Wall Unit: 827 verts | 479 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous surfaces | 950§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels >>>> 55 slots for Small/Medium/Large objects

* West Elm Modern Cabinet Bookcase: 498 verts | 296 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous surfaces | 500§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels >>>> 30 slots for Small/Medium/Large objects

[queenlytheeastrobabe]

Short Solar Return & Misc Astro Observations!

All rights reserved to QueenlyDelights aka QueenlytheeAstroBabe, also formerly known as Queen Beza. Don't be dick, Don't steal, plagiarize, or redistribute my content. You may only share and comment.

Megan Thee Stallion published the マムシ (Mamushi) music video on a Venus ruled day ( Friday) while she has Venus ruled ascendant( Taurus). She rapped about being a "STAR" as an Aquarius sun, which is the icing on the mutha f-ing cake! ( The Star card is ruled by Aquarius in Tarot).

I wonder if Megan has a professional Astrologer?!🤔 If not I volunteer as tribute, lmao! 🙌🏿🥰

Asteroids I put in my Solar Return for 2023-2024

POF( Part of Fortune)

Asteroid Osaka(7434) Asteroid Namba(3329) Asteroid Nipponia(727) Asteroid Vibilia(144) Asteroid Academia(529)

Asteroid Educatio(2440) Asteroid Psyche(16)

Asteroid Vesta(4) Asteroid Noamchomsky(52270) Asteroid Babel(5808)

The Asteroid Psyche is in the 7th house in Sagittarius in my Solar Return. My main focus this year has been finding meaningful connections and dissecting my own psyche in relationships. Psychology has been a topic I've been interested in since high school so for it to be prominent in my chart aspecting my Mercury ( the mind) is no surprise.

@thesirenisles

As a fellow Mars in 12th house in the sign of Libra( detriment) I resonated with the astral travel, dreams, and silence bringing numerous opportunities in your recent post. My Mars is also in a Pisces degree so, I have insomnia and short bursts of creative energy when I sleep, dream, when I'm about to sleep, before bed, & when I wake up!

Mercury has been retrograding per usual, but I'm riding this wack ass wave 😫🥴

I'll add more as I collect info in my research....

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin]

ANY BODY WAN TO DO WHITEBOARD WITH MWA?

@keylimepizzapie @random-obsseser @unfunnyaceartist @gummy-axolotl @voidtcf-8372 @manicplank @mrfellsans @luigigirl12 @marclef

AND ANYBODY ELSE WHO SEES THIS!!!!!

[tu-ja-re]

3329

Yesss... but actually Yehi galti hai meri(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[kanha-ki-fangirl]

Since you asked me I thought let me ask you as well soo here are the codes,

0888

1992

3329

6674

7777

Also, here's a pic of the most beautiful being to exist 🫶

Awww thankyou dearie!!!

0888- "inbox?"

Of course why not! Encouraged even!

1992- "assume three things about me"

You like winters

You've never been in a physical fight

You haven't seen the snow in real life

3329- "you are so friendly"

Omg thankyou! I've actually never gotten that before (IRL at least)

6674- "you're so sweet"

Aww, thankyou sm, but jo bolta hai vahi hota hai 😤

7777- "your favourite love song"

It's a song my ex best friend wrote for me

[whoiisshe]

2008 & 3329!!!! 😘

A boxxx of wara 3nab waiting for uuu🫶

[lifblogs]

Upper Hand

@ailesswhumptober Day 28 Internal Bleeding, Needles and Stitches, "I didn't think the wound was that bad."

Fandom: The Bad Batch Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 3329 Summary: Tech gets into a speeder bike accident while pursuing scavengers on a mission. WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Gore READ ON AO3

“Not to worry,” Tech said into his comm as he mounted the speeder bike. “I am in pursuit.”

“Be careful,” Hunter warned.

“Aren’t I always?”

“No,” everyone said into their comms.

Tech would have rolled his eyes if he had time.

He started up the bike, took half a second to complain to himself about this one’s thruster power, and then he was off. The air seemed to flow around his body, and it felt freeing. He had no time for that.

They were after data from a downed imperial ship. Scavengers had gotten to the ship first. The Empire hadn’t shown up to check out the crash yet, but they would, which put them on a short timer. Tech had to get this data back.

The others were busy in a firefight. He felt some worry for them, of course, but he was good at focusing in situations such as these.

There were two scavengers on speeder bikes ahead of him. The growl and whine of an engine sounded behind him. Ah, perfect. Some of the scavengers were now pursuing him.

Tech drew his blaster and aimed for the tan bike ahead of him that he knew carried the scavenger with the data.

They managed to swerve from his blast, and then sped up as the black ground started sloping down.

Tech eyed ahead. The terrain was beautiful—royal blue flowers against a bloodred sky, shining lakes and streams—but it was about to get complicated, dangerous.

He thought he saw that if he veered to the left he could cut them off.

Tech raced along uphill, taking an energy pack from a pouch on his thigh as he did so. He swerved, avoiding a ditch, but almost dropped the energy pack. He was too busy to keep a blaster drawn, but if he got this right…

Yes! He connected it to the thrust capabilities with magnetization, and the acceleration greatly increased.

Tech went flying along, seeing the scavengers down to his right.

They sped from the wreckage, from the port it had been near, out into the wilderness.

There were no roads here.

The scavengers looked up, seeing him. One fired. He avoided the blast, but they kept firing.

Tech drew his blaster, waiting for one of the scavengers to get distracted enough.

They did through no fault of their own, the ground becoming rocky and hard to navigate. He fired. The shot went through their shoulder, and most likely part of their chest.

The bike went out of control, flipped over, and metal ripped apart, flames roaring to life.

They led Tech across a rough walking track. He tried cutting them off there, but ended up stuck against a craggy wall, being slammed with their bikes.

He blasted the controls before he could get slammed against rough dirt and rock again. Tech slammed his bike into the now-broken one, eye on the data report in the scavenger’s bag.

That’s when things when wrong.

Their bike went off to the left, but not as far as he would have hoped. It caught on a rock as the scavenger attempted to gain control of it, not even a meter from Tech.

It crashed, but rather than flipping (the angle was all wrong for it) it ended up twirling sideways, into Tech’s path. He averted it, but this brought him to a ditch he hadn’t caught sight of as purple grass had risen around the track.

His stomach seemed to float upward as he and the bike hit the ditch. It was too much for the repulsors, and he was thrown off, crashing into the ground, and rolling. He didn’t know which was was up, just knew there was immense pressure against various parts of his body and that the sky and ground were joined in a dizzying rush.

Something seemed to crack, but he didn’t have the air to scream from the sudden pain—it was continuously being knocked out of him.

Tech’s roll came to an end.

He lifted his head, and in a single second, the speeder bike that had been pursuing him hit him. It must have been an accident because the scavenger cried out. Tech’s existence became a confusing jumble of the bike, the scavenger, the terrain. He ended up lying on his stomach in a field of flowers, a tiny rivulet of water trickling over rocks off to his left. Lifting up his head, he saw the ruins of the bike—now horribly twisted—and the scavenger. They’d gotten impaled on one side of the handlebars through the throat.

Before Tech could even realize what had happened, he managed to draw a blaster and fire at the remaining scavenger as they got up from their own wrecked bike. The shot went through their mid-back, and gravel and rock crunched as they dropped to the ground with a thud.

Tech’s blaster fell from his hand.

He couldn’t feel much of his body. And was he shaking?

He tried to stand, to walk back to the path.

After only two steps his legs gave out, and he fell, sliding down the hill a little till he was a few meters from where he’d originally landed.

He groaned, feeling sick in a way he couldn’t explain.

His head felt too light, his body too heavy. He was vaguely aware that he had broken out in a sweat.

With great difficulty, not understanding what his injuries even were, Tech managed to put two fingers to his comm.

“Hunter,” he got out.

“Did you get it?”

“I… require assistance,” Tech said.

“Are you hurt?’

“I believe so.”

“Can you stand?”

“I failed that assessment.”

“Echo, Wrecker, follow the direction the speeders went in. Get Tech, and get him back to the Marauder.”

“The scavengers?” Tech asked.

“Omega and I have it handled.”

“Tech, we’re headed for you,” Echo said. “Stay awake, okay? I’ll be checking in with you every few minutes.”

For some reason that sounded incredibly exhausting.

His body began to hurt so badly he couldn’t do a thing. He wasn’t sure if he was breathing, or how to breathe. He didn’t know how to scream, and screaming wouldn’t help. Maybe he wasn’t even Tech anymore. He was just pain. Horrible, horrible pain.

Nausea took him over, and he clenched his jaw, breathing hard through his nose.

At least I won’t aspirate, he thought since he was already lying on his stomach.

Tech didn’t even consider moving to try and get more comfortable. What would comfortable even look like with all he was feeling?

He thought he was bleeding from several places as there was a hotness against his sweaty skin. Some parts of him were swollen, his armor too tight, particularly on his left arm.

The fingers on his right hand didn’t feel as they should. He tried to look at them, but felt like the world was spinning when he saw bleeding, crooked fingers.

“Oh.”

Some of the wounds probably weren’t that bad, but his chest and abdomen were starting to ache, and the nausea was getting worse.

With difficulty, gritting his teeth, panting hard, Tech took his helmet off. It rolled, and came to rest by his feet.

Something trickled out of his right ear. Tech couldn’t even scratch at the uncomfortably, tickly sensation.

He tried taking a deep breath to quell the rising nausea, but found he couldn’t. It felt as if there was a weight against his lower left lung.

“Tech,” Echo called through comms.

Tech now had to access it through his wrist comm.

Unfortunately the comm was on his right wrist.

He almost blacked out from moving it near to his mouth. He ended up pushing the button with his chin.

“Here,” he groaned into it, voice rough.

“We’re tracking your position,” Echo said. “We should be there in a few minutes.”

Tech couldn’t imagine another second of this agony.

Time seemed to stretch on and on, even as it passed him by like he was caught up in a giant wave.

“Tech?” Wrecker called.

“Ugh,” he groaned into the comm. “Yes?”

“Still there?”

“What do you think?” he mumbled.

“I don’t think he’s doing good,” Wrecker said, probably to Echo.

The comm went silent again.

In a few minutes, Tech heard the gentle roar of speeder bikes off to his left. He lifted up his head as best he could, and thought he saw Echo, and Wrecker begin to dismount.

With a groan, he put his head back down.

He supposed it was nice that at least the grass he was lying on was soft. The flowers were pretty too. Not a horrible place to be stuck in, but it wasn’t like he wanted to be this injured to begin with.

Echo’s and Wrecker’s steps were muffled by the grass as they came over.

Echo put two fingers to his neck as Wrecker checked his eyes.

“His heart rate’s too high. This isn’t good,” Echo said.

“I think he needs AZI,” Wrecker concluded.

“I… was thinking the same thing,” Tech said.

“Do you think you could get on a bike with assistance?” Echo asked.

“Definitely not,” Tech groaned out.

“Wrecker, keep him awake. I’m going to contact Hunter.”

“Sure thing.”

Wrecker then sat down beside him, and started asking him questions. Many of the questions he knew the answers to such as his name, and his CT number. They thought it was possible he’d hurt his head. Tech wasn’t sure, but there was that stuff leaking from his ears.

“Hunter, Tech’s in bad shape. We need you to get to the Marauder and land near us. I don’t think he can be moved too much. He wouldn’t make it on a speeder bike.”

“All right. I’m abandoning the mission.”

Tech tried reaching for his comm again, and Wrecker noticed, helping him. For someone so big, Wrecker could be very gentle if the need arose.

He pressed the button for him.

“The… the data report should be along the track.”

“Wrecker, go search the crashed bikes and bodies. I’ll stay with Tech,” Echo said, also repeating it through comms so Hunter knew what was going on.

“Can you feel your arms?” Echo asked.

“I think so.”

“Legs?”

“Unfortunately.”

“How’s your vision?”

“Normal.”

This kind of questioning went on and on until Tech was too aware of what hurt, and he was shaking fiercely.

Echo carefully took his pack off, rolled him onto his back, and lifted his legs to put the pack beneath it.

Tech thought he was going to faint from all the movement.

He felt broken, like some doll that had been twisted and stuck full of needles.

Echo was still assessing him, but he gave him an injection of pain meds, at least.

Tech was still gasping for breath, still felt like there was something growing against his left lung.

Echo bound a tourniquet around Tech’s right arm, and he tried glancing over at it.

“I did not think the wound was that bad.”

“Your hand’s all bloody,” Echo said. “It’s coming from a massive cut on your arm with shrapnel in it.”

“Huh.”

He hadn’t even known that was there. There were too many things to take in.

Wrecker searched the wreckage, rough scrapes and shrill screeches traveling over to them. The flames crackled in the distance.

“Got it!” Wrecker called. Then he said into comms. “Hunter, I found the data report.”

“Is it intact?”

“Mostly.”

“I’ll take mostly. How’s Tech?”

“I’m fine,” Tech slurred out to Echo.

“He’s in bad shape,” Echo said. “You have to hurry.”

Echo kept Tech awake, his hand on his shoulder, thumb rubbing against it soothingly.

“Hunter’s going to be here soon. You’re going to be fine, all right?”

“Mm.” Tech nodded.

He was still shaking.

In a few minutes the Marauder could be seen from their position, and Hunter came in to land.

The ramp came down, and Hunter exited.

“Omega, stay on the ship.”

“But I want to help.”

“You will. Just stay back for now.” Hunter’s voice turned tight and strained as he turned to him. “Wrecker, can you safely pick him up?”

Wrecker stomped over. “I’ll try.”

“This might hurt,” Echo warned Tech as he released him and got to his feet.

Oh no.

Wrecker picked him up in his arms, Tech growling as he tried to hold in a cry. He screamed through gritted teeth.

Despite how his being moved caused intense pain, Wrecker was fairly gentle with him.

Echo grabbed his helmet, putting it under his arm, and then grabbed his pack.

Tech was placed on the deck of the Marauder rather than a rack, probably so they could tend to both sides of him.

Omega gasped and put a hand to her mouth upon seeing him.

Tech wanted to tell her he was okay, but the pain didn’t give him an opening to do so.

A pillow was grabbed for his head.

Hunter raised the ramp, and Wrecker held him steady as they took off.

Echo scanned him, and there was a tight inhale.

“He needs AZI. Now.”

“We’ll have to cut through hyperspace lanes,” Hunter said.

There almost seemed to be a boom through the atmosphere, like tons and tons of air and gravity having been displaced.

A star destroyer dominated the bloody sky through the viewport.

Tech’s stomach dropped.

“I need somebody else on the controls with me if we want to get out of here fast,” Hunter said.

“On it,” Echo called.

He handed the scanner to Wrecker so he could see the results, then hurried to the seat beside Hunter’s in the cockpit.

Tech thought he heard v-wings in pursuit as they broke the atmosphere and then past the planet’s gravitational pull.

They jumped to hyperspace before any shots were fired.

Omega was running a hand over and over Tech’s head. He found it soothing. He looked up into her face, and it was tight with a fear that he seemed to feel in his bones.

“I’m okay,” he said.

“No, you’re not,” she said, tears falling. “That’s the problem.”

“He’s gonna be okay, kid,” Wrecker said. “We’ll get him to AZI in time.”

There wasn’t much medical care he could receive on the ship. Hunter explained that his injuries were too extensive, and they didn’t want to hurt him. Though they did take all of his armor off—a process which had his back arching off the deck, vision going black, from the pain of it.

“What’s… wrong with me?” Tech asked, needing to know.

“Broken left arm,” Hunter said, “three broken fingers on your right hand. Multiple cuts, one on your right arm is long and deep. The scanner showed there’s internal bleeding.”

“That’s not too bad,” Tech said, not sure why those words out of many other more appropriate ones decided to come out of his mouth. In his defense he felt sick, and too in his body, but detached from it as well.

Everyone laughed a little, and Tech ignored the tears in their eyes.

He didn’t remember a lot of the trip, just that Omega tried to keep him awake through any means necessary. She asked him questions, told him stories, asked him to tell stories, assessed how he was feeling over and over again.

Though by the end of the trip, Wrecker was holding him so Tech could comfortably rest on his side and throw up blood into an emesis bag. Omega dabbed his face with a cold, wet cloth, cleaning up blood, and sweat. It was soothing, at least, and he appreciated Wrecker’s sturdy presence behind him.

Before Tech knew what was happening, he was being carried out of the Marauder, Wrecker even more gentle than when he’d carried him in. They were rushing to Cid’s, to AZI.

Tech was put down on a bed. He saw blue lights, and then he there was a sharp ache in his neck.

“Oh,” he mumbled as his vision went dark.

Tech was breathing through a tube in his mouth, and he didn’t know why. He tried to grunt, to push it away.

Someone or something didn’t let him do so.

He opened his eyes, and saw those blue lights again.

AZI seemed to materialize before him. Well, not truly, but his brain suddenly understoood that that’s who he was looking at.

Omega and Hunter were there too.

“It’s okay,” Omega said, about the mist that seemed to float with his exhales, the strange taste on his tongue as he breathed through the tube. “It’s medicine,” she told him.

Tech relaxed a bit at that.

His chest hurt.

Most of his body felt numb and fuzzy, and quite difficult to move.

When he did try moving his left arm he found it was in a cast.

The fingers on his right hand were in splints.

He lifted them up, a little confused by everything, examining them.

“CT-9902,” AZI said, “you made it through surgery.”

Tech’s brow lowered, and he frowned, looking around.

Surgery?

AZI began listing a myriad of injuries Tech had sustained, and said what he had done for them. The majority of his cuts had received microsutures, he’d had a few broken bones that had been set and put in casts, he’d sustained a couple of broken ribs, and his liver and gallbladder had ruptured. He severely needed time in a bacta tank, but for now surgery and mechnosutures were the best AZI could do.

Tech slowly came to his senses, Omega helping him drink a sweet bubbly liquid once she pulled the tube with the medicine away. This was interrupted by Hunter slowly feeding him some plain rations.

Echo and Wrecker came in when he was more awake. Thankfully the local anesthetic injected into Tech for most of his injures and his surgery site was still in his system, so he wasn’t in too much pain. He was awake, but things didn’t feel quiet real. AZI assured him that was from the opioids.

“You gave us quite a scare,” Echo said.

“Apologies.”

“You don’t have to say sorry,” Wrecker said to him. “It wasn’t your fault. And besides, you saved the data report.”

Tech looked down at himself, and hoped it was well worth it.

“I was just about to head out and look for a bacta tank,” Hunter said, though he didn’t leave Tech’s side just yet.

“You’ll be like brand new after,” Echo told him.

Tech caught the look Echo gave his scomp, but it was only for a moment.

“Thank you,” Tech said to them, realizing he wouldn’t be alive without them. But this was what they did. They saved each other, and they looked out for each other.

Hunter left and returned. He couldn’t find a bacta tank anywhere close, but had heard of one on the other side of the planet.

With drugs in his system, Tech was at least able to hobble out of Cid’s, and to the computers on the Marauder. Hunter wanted him there for cracking open the file. AZI fretted the whole way.

There wasn’t a lot on the report that they understood, but it was part of a bigger problem the Empire presented.

There was apparently a scientist somewhere working on a highly secretive project, it’s false name reported as Project Nightshade. There was something about needing specimens with a certain level of high m-counts. Tech wanted to crack this, wanted to figure out what was going on. He was still too injured. Though, while everyone was sleeping, he dug through code after code, till he found the project’s true name: Project Necromancer.

That was all he could find on it, the files not containing any information on it, or what an m-count specimen was.

Tech hung his head, a silent frustration coming over him, the aches in his body becoming more prominent with each beat of his heart, and painful breath.

After all this, the Empire still had the upper hand.