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4pfsukuna · 10 days

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Hellooo, lowk imagine a jealous sukuna x reader fic where he bottles his true feelings for her. That leads to an argument which then leads to reader storming out and meeting w/ her friends to have them dress up as a guy and pretend their her new hook up or smth 😭😭

Debrief: Sukuna would rather die than talk about feelings but you do that thing (exist) that he likes and he cant help himself (crash out)

4868 words.

If someone asked Sukuna how he felt about you he’d say you were just best friends. He’d actually talk so much shit that it could be the fic itself.

But if you were to ask anyone else how they think he felt about you? The majority answer would be ‘down bad’ followed by ‘obsessed’ followed by ‘unhinged’.

Gojo mutters something about pussy whipped.

“And they were roommates” you finish off before placing the cherry red lollipop back in your mouth as you lift the opposite arm to touch the ceiling. Yes the ceiling someway somehow you had convinced the pink haired brute to carry you around on his shoulders something about wanting to know what it fealt like to be his height.

“You're such a nosy brat y’know?” He keeps walking around, switch in hand looking so tiny since his palms are so huge. He was playing the sims and just put one with pink hair and no tattoos in the pool and took the ladder out. You lean down with your pink dyed hair covering his view wobbling slightly but he's quick to steady you.

Before you can retaliate his brothers Choso and Yuji are walking into his apartment not phased at all by the scene except Yuki, chosos girlfriend who definitely is shocked.

You greet them all while Sukuna glares at them not wanting to hear anything not even see the knowing smirks on their face.

The second time they walk in on the two of you your head is in sukunas lap your body elongated on the couch as you scold him for being mean to some of his employees at the tattoo shop. Hes barely listening though your slender fingers tracing his tattoos especially the ones on his bare chest.

These were the perks of best friend privileges, you could do absolutely anything you wanted to him and hed just let you. Hed glare at you with that look of annoyance and call you a brat but he did that when he was happy too so you brush it off as nothing more than his default.

He would never admit it but he likes when you dote on hin like this, likes that youre bossy and commanding you never ask him to do anything you tell him. For someone half his size you surely do think you have alot of power of him(you do). He likes the way your body feels against him too because to you the Y in Your space was silent not that he minded your excuse being hes so huge and takes up so much space.

The curves on your body drove him wild especially when you placed himself in his lap, your plush ass sitting right on his dick and if he even looked down he’d have a perfect view of your breast that’s always on display in the low cut shirts you wore.

“Are you even listening?” Your voice pulls his attention as you give him a slight glare, hand wrapping around his bicep… well the part your hand could fit around.

“No” he smirks the clouded over look in his maroon eyes fading as he looks down at you watching you huff and slowly sit up. “Why should i” he challenges loving the way you never back down.

“Because im your bestie for the restie and im always right” you arrogantly scoff climbing into his lap smiling at the eye roll he gives you, the fourth one today by the way, as an arm wraps around your waist to steady you.

“Shut up ‘bestie for the restie’ yuck” he mocks in a high pitched voice always making fun of you for saying stuff like that. He hated it, it was so girly and childish and stupid and he absolutely did not want to be your bestie.

“You actually bullied me into the silly little friendship” he reminds you the day you pranced into his shop bragging about the great colorwork of tattoos you did on all skintones and he couldnt deny your talent. Nor your friendship apparently.

“A woman half your size bullied you? The great lord sukuna. The masochist. The most muscular man in all of japan got bullied by a girl who doesnt use the top shelf in her home because shes to short to reach it” you gasp rhetorically leaning closer and closer making him hang off every word as if you were talking about something else. Its so innocent yet seductive all at the same time.

“Maybe i let the little pup thinks she is for my own amusement” he teases back with a smirk knowing it would get under your skin. Provoking you to get you riled up was one of his favorite pastimes.

“I will fuck you up” you snap with a vicious glare angrily sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. His skin burns at the sight remembering the drunk night at the club a few weeks ago and the kiss you shared when you sunk your teeth into his lip. Oh you couldve asked him for his soul and he wouldve told you its already yours. The next day though you just brushed it off before pestering him about it being so cold in the shop and demanding his hoodie.

“I would love to see you try” his smirk never leaving his face leaning closer to challenge you. Before your mouth can open in retaliation your phone chirps with 5 back to back text and your attention is gone from him.

“Oh its ‘toru” you smile… a bit to widely for his liking before getting lost in your phone.

“What the fuck is a Toru” he sneers unable to keep his jealousy at bay, because who in the actual fuck was toru and why were you smiling at your phone like that.

“Satoru Gojo” you shrug as if you hadnt just named a man that was so famous for gettin around he was known for sleeping with men and women and nobody batted an eye because they were just waiting on their chance.

“And you call him Toru?” He tries to stay calm digs his nails into his palms and digs his heels into the floor.

“Yes sukuna” you hiss not sure why he was asking such a redundant question. You hated being questioned this is actually where you and him were similar you were going to do what you wanted and when you didnt need anybody questioning you or being nosy. You had fucked up though nicknaming another man and reffering to him as just sukuna instead of kuna or even kirby that you called him from time to time.

“Get off me” he snaps and your head snaps up from the phone to his eyes that are actively avoiding you. Well who pissed in his onigiri? What was with the sudden change in attitude.

“Are you actually dumb enough to let that little fuckboy—“ he starts raging, not caring what words come out of his mouth until its to late and he sees the pure rage in your eyes.

“Dumb?!” You snap climbing off his lap and taking a step back from him. While you may seem soft and sweet like a cute little yapper there was a dark very vicious side to you that it seemed he could only trigger and once it was out it was like two fires colliding to see who could burn the most.

“When did you even have the time to meet this fucking idiot” he scowls hating Satoru and maybe he shouldve told you about their rivalry and that he actually knew the man but that would require good communication skills which is obviously something a man whos been crushing on you for nearly a year lacks.

“Maybe if you didnt spend so much time being a grumpy scowling asshole youd make friends too” you snap at him and he nearly has to bite his tongue he didnt give a fuck about friends when he had two annoying brothers, a pain in the ass Toji, Uraume and most importantly you.

“Who needs ‘em when i have you to pester me all fucking day” he snaps and he really didnt mean it so before he can say anything else he turns around to walk away only for you to keep going. You knew he never meant it when he said stuff like that it was part of your banter but this time you were furious and how dare he turn his back on you.

“And now you wont have to worry about me ever again” you snap shoving him on your way out making sure to slam the white door as hard as you could.

“Dont slam my fucking door” you hear his deep voice boom through the walls. So rightfully so you storm back to open it and slam it even harder. You hear “fucking brat” but refuse to not give him the satisfaction because realistically what the fuck was he going to do.

“Hey Y/n, what are you doing at the shop so late?” Yuji ask making Choso, Yuki and Toji look at you along with Maki who cuts the tattoo gun off pausing on her client.

“You being here this late only means one thing: you got a shipment of new tattoo ink or you and your little pink haired boyfriend are arguing…” she smirks, turning the gun back on. “And unless the mail started delivering on sundays id say the later”

“Its not my fault hes such an ass… and hes not my boyfriend” you cross your arms sitting at your station tinkering with all of the trinkets on your desk until you spot a 2x4 cutout of you and Sukuna from a photobooth you found at the movie theatres. Yanking it from its place on the mirror you lay it picture side down ignoring the little scribbles on the back.

So frustrated you tell them about the argument as theatrically as possible expecting for them to be on your side because he was wrong… as usual whenever you two argued which isnt often until recently but when you only receive snickers and hidden looks it only pushes you further into frustration.

“What is so funny, Maki?” You scowl at her crossing your arms over your chest before Choso burst out laughing.

“You two are so stupidly obsessed with another its comical, just last week you were calling him a slut for a woman texting him about a tattoo” she cackles taking her glasses off because her eyes were watering from laughing so hard.

“She sent him a nude that he kept looking at, which was gross by the way” you stick your nose in the hair and brush your hair off your shoulder.

“She was sending him a picture of her leg” Yuji intercepts being an actual witness to the picture and argument.

“Yeah and you could see her underwear, very unprofessional if you ask me. I just think if you are a shop owner you should have a bit more professionalism and not allow stuff like that” you shrug licking your gloss covered lips.

“Sukuna… professional? Youre on a roll tonight doll” Toji laughs at you this time spraying his station down with cleaning spray signifying he was done for the day and throwing everything into a big drawer as the rest of your coworkers laugh at the comment.

“You guys are actually the worst and to think i was telling him he should be nicer to you guys” you pout looking at the picture turned flat on your desk.

“I'm going to just say what nobody else is saying— that moron fucking likes you. Its kinda cute the way hes been pinning over you for the last few months” Yuki blurts twirling her blonde hair around her finger from Chosos lap who hisses her name.

“Dont get involved ive been in the middle of their fights, not worth it” he tells her and Yuji just agrees. Maki nor Toji cared enough to get involved preffering to just be bystanders, sometimes the cousins even made bets on who would win.

A solid two weeks goes by before Yuki intervenes. Two weeks of glares, blatantly ignoring another and even bumping shoulder because truth be told you two couldnt go to long without touching another.

Yuki listened as you called him everything but a child of God including a slut, whore, whoremonger and 7 other curse words she wasnt even sure people with a degrading kink would enjoy being called as the two of you watch him tattoo a woman who had obviously been flirting with him the whole time.

Yuki nearly looses it when its thursday— your day of the week to control the aux so of course everyone is expecting to hear megan the stallion which you don’t disappoint especially playing her newest album. But its when BAS plays that you and sukuna may eye contact before you look away going back to unpacking your ink not missing a single word.

“Im acting like i dont know him in public you treat him like a prize i treat him like hes disgusting” you rap a bit to loudly and the tension gets high in the parlor everyones eyes floating over to him but hes already glaring at you, you feel his glare but choose to ignore him so he does the only thing he knows he can.

“Turn this shit off” he snaps getting up walking over to the power source but is stopped when you finally speak.

“If its not your day on the aux you cant touch it— your rules” you remind him not even flinching or missing a beat he stops looking over at you the first time youve said something to him in weeks your pink curls in a half up half down with two strands framing your face his favorite hair style on you and its like you were doing it on purpose.

“We aint together but we together i hope nobody dont catch us” you keep going a second later this time your eyes meeting his through the mirror and he almost looses his cool when truth be told when it concerned you didnt take much. All eyes are back on him to see what his next plan of action is knowing hes not going to let you get away with it.

“New rule Megan is banned on thursdays” he smirks watching the way everyone turns back to you bracing for the argument to break out. But thats what he wanted… he was a menace and you knew better. You just unlock your phone with a grin turning on a worse song.

Aint shit by Doja cat and you watch the way his ears burn red with anger as you sing along. He wanted to burn everything down. You couldn't play anything if there wasn't somewhere to play it. But this wasnt a game he wanted to play with you… he didnt even wanna argue with you. He just didnt want you to talk to that white haired freak.

So with a few more hours of listening to your “indirect” shit talking songs somehow all of you survived the end of the night with nobody dying Sukuna ended up leaving early to go meet with Uraume.

So it’s no shock when you run into Uraume at the entrance of your apartment who sends you a kind smile.

“Hello” they speak politely, bowing at you slightly and sending Yuki a look. Yuki wasn't their favorite person and vice versa but they managed… somehow.

“How are you, it's been too long” you smile, hugging them squeezing in a way that made them slightly uncomfortable as you usually did it being your running joke since Uraume acted so professional all the time. Unaware of the way Yuki snaps a picture and posts it on insta making sure to tag you in it with a small red heart and heart eyes opting out of tagging Uraume for obvious reasons with no idea of the storm that was beginning to brew.

You sigh tilting your head as your black gently used paintbrush glides across the canvas. You weren't supposed to be thinking of him. Weren't supposed to let him live rent free in your mind you were here taking this class with your friends trying to be more in touch with your softer feminine side with a half up half down hair style a black bow tying your now maroon dyed body wave bundles together with a pink crop top and white mini skirt.

Trying to get over your feelings, you were passed the anger now just kinda sad this was the longest you had gone without talking to the bane of your existance.

Ryomen sukuna.

So why were you painting a throne on a pile of skulls and bones while the paint instructor had a field of assorted flowers and a beautiful sky. Before you can dwell on it your phone rings and you roll your eyes at the contact.

“What Choso” you spit into the phone and not that you hated him it's just that every time he called it was for something stupid… every time and this time was no different.

“Fine, im sending you my location now. Besides i don't think this soft girl era class is working anyway” you admit after hearing his request noticing Maki was painting a sword with a gun at the hilt and Nobara was painting a self portrait with a flower in her hair.

“And you want me to believe I’m supposed to just go look him in his eyes and say “No Ryo you're not like this” and he's going to stop destroying everything in his path?” You ask boredly twisting a burgundy colored curl around your finger leaning back in the car seat watching the dark haired man next to you run a hand over his tired baggy eyes. He winces, sending you a quick glance leaning further into his leather car seats. He originally told you he needed to have a talk about Yuki but once you got in the car and saw Yuji you knew it was about Sukuna.

“We have to try something… Y/n… I know it's been 2 months but he's getting worse. Hes not just picking fights anymore he's beating the shit out of people, he's destroying bars and clubs getting us banned and i've bailed him out so many times i'm actually nervous he's going to start putting a dent in my bank account” Choso exclaims pulling up to the bar and you can hear the commotion from the car.

There's a part of you that enjoys knowing hes spiraling without you. The fact that hes now a complete crash out and is so horrendously down bad for you it nearly makes your heart flutter. But you push that sick flattery down looking at yourself in the side mirror before applying more of your nyx butter gloss on your plump lips.

“If you don't do it for him can you do it for me…please.”Yuji, sukunas younger brother asks, leaning forward from the back seat tall body squishing inbetween the seats of you and Choso. His puppy dog eyes and innocent demeanor are overwhelming… how could you say no. Sighing you look over at Choso with your most vicious glare lash extensions giving you a softer look though and made you look more like a vixen than a murderer.

“You're lucky he's too young to be a witness or accessory in your murder” you threaten before swinging your door open and climbing out. The bar doors feel heavy as you push it open and you feel disgusted even being here. It was where criminals hung out, where people sold drugs beyond just weed and a place nobody called the cops no matter what happened. You were a lady and had no reason being here.

But when you’re eyes land on him it’s like everything comes rushing back. How you met, where you met your first kiss first gift first fight and the last.

Was it shitty to stop coming to the shop whenever you knew he’d be there? Sure but you knew you weren't strong enough to do it with him around. All it would take is his eyes going soft on you and you'd fold.

It’s like he senses your energy, of course he could. He could spot you in a dark room he paused so much attention to you that he knew you anywhere. His eyes light up for just a second. There's a split moment of happiness before the rage returns 10 fold and he destroys everything in his path to you.

“I dont need you following me or doing anything out of pity” he gives you a bored expression before turning back to his messes he created with a proud look.

Scoffing, you look over towards Choso eyes catching a glimpse of the bar and actually looking at it this time. Bar stools were broken and destroyed, the pool table in half and bodies everywhere. The bartender wasnt even behind the bar. He nearly burned it down destroyed… everything. Its like he tore the bar down in search of something and began throwing a tantrum beating everyone senseless when he couldnt find it.

Turning completely away from sukuna you send a “are you serious look” toward his brother before stepping over the large body of a man, the heel of your shoe getting stuck for a second in the sticky blood. This was beyond your scope, absolutely nothing you could do. He was too far gone.

“Where are you going?” His voice hitting such a soft timbre makes you freeze along with Yuji but Choso has a knowing look. Like he knew all it took was for you two to see another again he no longer feels bad about tricking you saying he wanted to hangout just to get you here.

Sukuna instantly realizes how he sounds and scrambles to let out his rough demeanor.

“How dare you turn your back on me, woman” he seethes and you hated when he called you that it sounded so derogatory. But it reveals something to the other two in the room: all the rough words and acts of aggression was just him being hurt… who would've thought the great sukuna would be hurting and acting out like this all because he missed you.

He felt abandoned.

Turning back to him you look him directly in his eyes watching the internal battle, you can't even help your eyes trail over all the new muscles and ink on his body… he was the one shirtless in here.

“Dude you're standing in a pile of bodies people you picked fights with. I don't want to bail you out anymore” Choso says, frustrated with his brother who just glares at him unimpressed.

“So leave me i told you i don't need your money just leave me” he gritts out running a hand through his hair.

“And yuji?” His brother ask

“Yuji will be fine— people leave” sukuna speaks making sure to put emphasis on people leave while looking at you. He didn't get to do that, he didn't get to put you in this situation.

“We’re leaving” you say looking at the door but nobody moves, especially Sukuna who turns his head away from you and it’s like you could feel the heat of the room increasing.

“I said WE’RE leaving” and you pick up his motorcycle helmet and jacket shoving it into his chest and turning to walk out not leaving room for him to disagree. You smile when his heavy footsteps can be heard behind you and he makes sure to push the door open for you so you don't have to touch it.

As much of an ass as he is, he still makes sure to help you on his bike even offering his jacket so you don't freeze or have to worry about your skirt raising up as well as his helmet that still had the stupid Kuromi sticker you put on it months ago.

When he climbs on turning on the bike the engine roaring to life you hesitate wrapping your arms around his midsection which he scoffs at though you miss it over the load roar that has you clinging tighter onto him.

He smirks looking back at you before the two of you are flying down The streets of shibuya his frustration mild as all he can think of is your with the skirt on. He was too good of a driver to let you fall but he still had concern and fuck the way you’re legs looked and when did you dye your hair and—

He slows down pulling in to the garage of your building pulling into his usual parking spot that was spray painted with fire and skulls before cutting the engine. The walk to your apartment is silent. He doesn't know what to say and the last time he said something to you it was the wrong thing. He was starting to fume hating that you had this power over him, hating that he couldn’t just open his fucking mouth and talk swearing that in a past life he must’ve had several that wouldn’t stop moving so now he’s cursed with one that can’t move.

“Thanks for walking me to my door” you awkwardly say twirling the helmet in your hands before giving it back to him, a Kuromi sticker a stark contrast to the deep blood red. He licks his lips, feeling the way you look at him and suddenly feeling so small under your gaze.

“You should probably stop picking fights with people” you finally offer breaking the silence and hes instantly folds.

“I didn’t want to argue with you! I just think you can do better than that fucking cocky ass loser. I can’t believe you still went out with him” he rolls his eyes.

“I meant at bars” you tell him watching the way he gives you a blank stare to arrogant himself to acknowledge his own wrongs.

“And i didn’t go out with him” you add watching him scoff pulling out his phone and holding it up to you. The picture of you hugging Uraume only you can’t tell it’s them just you hugging a man with bright white hair screenshotted from Yuki's instagram.

“D’you think im a fucking idiot?!” He snaps, nearly crushing the phone in his hand which only causes you to laugh as you walk into your apartment kicking off your heels at the door. He follows only because he wants a explanation you were blatantly laughing in his face after being caught in a lie why the fuck was it so funny.

“Is that why your hair is red now? And you started wearing more makeup? And dressing more girly? And stopped coming to the shop as much” alright this was word vomit because what was he saying and what the fuck was he doing? He doesn't waste time with feelings such as these? Doesn’t care about insolent feelings like l—

“You’re an idiot if you don’t realize that’s your own fucking lap dog— its Uraume. They were outside and we were catching up i guess Yuki snapped the picture cause she thought it was cute” you giggle with a hand over your mouth watching as realization sets in.

“And my hair is maroon not red like the color of your eyes but obviously you hate it and my outfit and obviously you hate me because you went two months without talking to me and—“ your dramatically faint in his arms watching the way he smirks down at you when you peak an eye open missing the way it felt being so close to him and how quick his arms wrap around your midsection to stop you from falling. In a split second your cheek is being cupped in his large palm and his lips are on yours.

You aren’t expecting it arent expecting the softness of the action or his lips making your whole body freeze and eyes shut.

Oh.

OH.

FUCK!

He couldn’t help himself honestly his brain moved faster than his body he hasn’t even processed what he did and now he has to find a new tattoo artist, explain to everyone why you won’t be working there any more find a new tiny woman to annoy him and a cliff to throw himself off of—

“I knew this lip gloss made my lips kissable” and he’s back looking down at you with a bewildered expression watching the way you smile up at him still in his arms a slight dazed look to your eye and he swears he can see the little hearts in your pupils.

“I do hate you” he hisses with a smile pulling your lips back to his and this time you kiss back your hand reaching up to tug him closer making sure he knew exactly how you felt, letting your teeth graze his bottom lip pulling a small growl from him.

“Yeah. I like you too”

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The Hostage

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Rated: T | Words: 4868 | Summary: Reunions at last...

Omega glances at the chrono on the wall. She knows Tech would be precise if he said three rotations. In two hours, it will be exactly three rotations from the last moment she talked to her brothers. Somehow, the closer it comes, the farther it seems, seconds and minutes practically stagnant. Omega almost wants to cry frustrated tears.

“Omega, I need your help,” Tiiona says from her small kitchen.

Omega practically trips over her own feet scrambling to Tiiona’s side, eager to be useful and distracted. Tiiona hands her a deep bowl and large spoon. “Stir this.”

Looking into the bowl, Omega is surprised by an array of dry ingredients measured and heaped on top of one another. “What is this?” she asks, obediently poking the spoon into the bowl and stirring the various dry textures together.

“We’re going to make cookies,” Tiiona says.

“Like the ones from when you found me?” Omega asks. Not a day has gone by since she received the treats that she hasn’t wondered where they came from and if there was a way she could get some for Wrecker.

Tiiona smiles. “An old family recipe passed down from my great-great grandmother. My mother taught me, and I taught Gawynn, and now I’m teaching you.”

A warmth of emotion fills Omega then, similar to the emotion she has grown to cherish with her brothers, but different. It is softer, somehow. And she wonders something she has never wondered before: what would it be like to have a mother?

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“How did Omega meet you and this…” Echo pauses, “other individual?”

Omega’s contact glances at him sidelong as they shoulder through the crowd, going back to the spaceport. “Tiiona found her, said she’d help. I got involved by association.”

“Why would Tiiona help Omega? What’s in it for her?” Echo asks.

“The satisfaction that she’s saved another soul, I suppose,” the man says. “Not every being in the galaxy has a hidden agenda.”

Echo makes a noise that could be an agreement, but doesn’t offer more. Until Omega is under their protection again, Echo won’t fully trust anything, no matter what this man says.

“Which brother are you?” the man asks suddenly, “Omega told us your names and descriptions, but…I can’t remember.”

Echo hesitates, swallows. “Echo,” he says after a moment.

“Wrecker’s the big one,” the man says, “Name makes sense if he uses his bulk for anything destructive. Unless it’s one of those oxymorons, and he’s the smaller one…the one with long hair?”

The offhand comment surprises a laugh out of Echo, a hearty one. Hunter would be mortified. He’ll have to disclose the information to Wrecker, Tech and Omega later, well out of Hunter’s enhanced hearing range, wherever that is.

“No, you’re right. Wrecker’s the big one,” Echo says, still chuckling. “The smaller one is Hunter. Tech is the third.”

The man grins, the tension in his posture loosening. “I’m Paa,” he says.

“Paa,” Echo repeats with a nod.

“That why they call you Echo?” Paa asks.

Echo shrugs and grins under his helmet. “I guess.”

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Echo, kitted in his droid disguise, and another man wait outside the Marauder as they arrive back.

“The issue taken care of?” Echo asks, stepping forward.

Hunter nods, eyeing the stranger at Echo’s shoulder. “Won’t be causing any more problems.”

The man’s eyes widen minutely, but he keeps his arms crossed, posture stiff.

Echo turns. “This is Paa, Omega’s contact.”

“Where is Omega now?” Tech asks. “Where is her location?”

The man – Paa – frowns, casting a weary glance at Echo. “I already told your,” he hesitates, as though he isn’t sure of the word he wants to use, “brother here that I will take one of you to Omega’s location. My friend is with her, she is safe; however, I will not bring more attention than necessary to Tiiona.”

“Tiiona?” Hunter asks.

“She’s the woman who found Omega,” Echo explains.

“What do you want in exchange for helping us?” Hunter asks warily. It cannot be this simple. There has to be a catch, separating the brothers with the promise of leading them to Omega’s location.

“Nothing,” Paa replies easily. “We don’t want any trouble.”

Hunter exchanges glances with the others. Wrecker is grinning at him, the anticipation of retrieving Omega overwhelming any sense of apprehension. Tech adjusts his goggles nervously, but nods. Echo’s expression is hidden, but his body language speaks volumes. He seems to trust Paa, and has spent some time interacting with the man.

“I’ll go with him to get Omega,” Hunter decides. It isn’t a statement open for debate. Nonetheless, Tech looks like he might try, and Wrecker steps forward. Hunter shakes his head. “We’ll be back soon. I’ll keep my comm on in case anything happens.”

Paa huffs. “Do you have anything more subtle to wear?”

Hunter glances down at his beaten armor. “This’ll have to do,” he growls. He’s not going to make himself any more vulnerable than he needs to be.

Paa looks like he might argue; however, after a moment, he rolls his eyes. “Fine. C’mon.”

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“Your sister insisted that you would be here exactly three days from our call,” Paa says, “but I told them to wait a couple hours before going to the meeting place. I didn’t want them loitering anywhere in this city longer than they have to.”

It is strange hearing someone refer to Omega as their sister so casually, almost naturally, as if there is no other explanation. Stranger still is the unmistakable protectiveness that permeates Paa’s words about Omega and whoever has her in their care. As far as Hunter knows, Omega has not done anything to be owed such loyalty and defense, and yet, these individuals have given it freely, not asking for a single thing in return.

In a galaxy standing against them, there is some goodness, some light.

Hope.

Paa nods to a narrow alley across the street. “There they are,” he says.

Hunter looks, sees an older, human woman. Beside her, a smaller person hidden in a cloak stares down the street in the direction the spaceport is. Hunter can’t see their face under the shadow of the hood; however, he’d recognize that energetic stance anywhere, unable to stand still, bouncing on the toes of her boots.

“Omega!” he calls out.

The little figure turns instantly, and their eyes meet. “Hunter!”

Omega is moving through the obstacle of passersby in her path before Hunter can force his dazed body to corporate. It is suddenly entirely real, and Omega’s solid form collides into his, her lithe arms wrapping around his waist. Hunter pulls away just enough to kneel down, and Omega’s embrace shifts effortlessly to around his neck, her face buried in the hollow of his shoulder.

“Hey, kid,” he chokes out, bringing his arms up to hold her.

Omega doesn’t say anything, but her entire body shudders with sobs.

“You did good, kid, you did so good,” Hunter whispers into her hair.

“I missed you so much,” Omega says, voice wobbly. “I missed all of you. I was so scared.”

Hunter's heart aches. “I know. I’m so sorry, Omega.”

Omega shifts in his grip, turning her face so that she can speak. “Syko…”

“He’s gone,” Hunter says, “and he won’t be back. I promise.”

Her head nods against him, and she hides her tear stained face again.

“Your sister is a brave little soul,” a feminine voice says above him. Hunter looks up and sees the older woman standing next to Paa, a kind, gentle smile on her face. “I’m Tiiona. Omega’s friend.”

Hunter starts to stand, so he can address the woman properly, but Omega clings tighter, unwilling to release him. He happily compromises by scooping her up in his arms and holding her against him. “Thank you,” he says to Tiiona, and he knows that the words fall woefully short of the depth he means them, “for helping our sister find us…we thought…”

“I know,” Tiiona says, softly, sparing him the awful words. The woman glances around, looking for something. “Where are your brothers?”

“Back at our ship,” Hunter replies.

“No need to draw more attention than necessary,” Paa adds.

Tiiona gives the man a fondly annoyed look. “I would like to meet Omega’s family. She’s told me all about them, and I’d love to put faces to names.”

“Tiiona…” Paa starts.

She puts up a hand, effectively cutting the man off, and turns to Hunter. “I hope you will allow me to meet the rest of your family.”

It is such a small request when Hunter owes more than he could ever hope in a thousand lifetimes to repay. “I don’t see why not.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Wrecker watches the constantly revolving crowd, searching for the bright, familiar face he’s missed and mourned deeply. It won’t feel like anything more than a dream until he’s got her tucked up in his arms, her voice and laughter in his ears, the soft tickling of her hair against his face. That’s when he’ll believe it. That’s when the gaping hole in his chest will start to heal over.

Tech and Echo linger nearby, pretending to be occupied running diagnostics; however, Wrecker knows they are watching the same crowd, the same faces, waiting.

Wrecker almost doesn’t recognize Hunter at first, his arms cradled around a child size bundle, a starlight blond head resting on his shoulder. And Wrecker is moving, rushing to meet his little sister. His living, breathing little sister. His lungs breathe in a breath of air that isn’t for survival alone, but to call out her name, to laugh. Relief makes his muscles feel weak, but he’s never felt stronger.

“Omega! There are you!” he calls out.

She lifts her head from Hunter’s shoulder and turns. And she smiles. And she’s alive.

Alive, alive, alive…

Hunter lets Omega slip from his arms, and as soon as she’s on her feet, she’s running to meet Wrecker, a cloak streaming behind her like a cape. Between one blink and the next, she’s in Wrecker’s hold, her arms tight around his neck.

Wrecker thinks she might be crying. He knows he is.

“I missed you so much!” she tells him.

Wrecker laughs. “Missed you more, kid.”

“I’m sorry Syko made you think I was dead.”

“Nothing for you to be sorry about,” Wrecker tells her, pressing his face against the crown of her head.

She is real. She is alive. She’s safe.

“Hey, don’t forget about us,” Echo’s voice says.

Omega laughs and pulls back, smiling down at Echo and Tech who have finally caught up. Wrecker doesn’t want to let her go, but he puts Omega down, and she goes first to Echo, hugging him and receiving an embrace in return. “Glad to have you back, kid,” Echo says, his gruff voice catching on the corner of something in his throat, which he coughs to clear.

Approaching Tech much more sedately, Omega hugs him around his middle. Tech gives her shoulder a couple firm pats. “We are happy for your safe return,” he says.

Omega releases him, gravitating back to Hunter who has joined the reunion. Hunter rests a hand on her shoulder. Wrecker notices Paa is present, but hanging back, looking upset about something. And then he sees the woman, older and sturdily built, who approaches boldly. “You must be Omega’s brothers,” she says.

Omega grins so big and proud it makes Wrecker’s heart ache. “This is Tiiona. She is the one who found me,” she says, and she introduces each of them to the woman, who nods and smiles, saying nice to meet you.

“Wrecker,” Tiiona says, looking up at him, “Omega tells me that you’ll be the one to appreciate the cookies she and I made.”

Caught by surprise, Wrecker chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “Eh, I’ve never said no to food before.”

“That is the most accurate statement Wrecker has ever said,” Tech says, and Omega giggles.

Tiiona brings a small box out and gives it to Omega. “I trust you’ll make sure your brothers share,” she whispers loudly.

“I will,” Omega promises, hugging it to her chest. She glances down at her shoulders. “Oh, Gawynn’s cloak!” She starts to undo the fastener at her neck, but Tiiona stops her with a gentle touch of her hand.

“Keep it, little one,” she says. “Gawynn would like to know that it went to someone who will appreciate it.”

Omega smiles shyly, and Wrecker’s heart melts a little more. “Thank you,” she says.

Then, Omega gives the box of cookies to Hunter and throws her arms around Tiiona’s waist. The woman does not even look surprised, and kneels down to return the embrace, holding Omega in her arms like she might not let her go. “I will miss you so much, sweet girl,” she says. “If you and your brothers are ever nearby, I hope you’ll come visit again.”

“We will,” Omega promises.

Tiiona pulls away, but rests her hands on Omega’s shoulders. “Keep safe,” she tells her, but Wrecker feels that the words are directed at them.

Keep her safe.

“Is there any way we can repay you?” Hunter asks once Omega has pressed herself back against his side, a protective hand resting on her shoulder.

Tiiona smiles and shakes her head. “We are just happy that Omega has found her family.”

Paa steps forward at last. “We should go,” he tells Tiiona.

Tiiona puts her hand on Omega’s head, the gentle touch lingering for a moment, before she follows after Paa. Omega turns to watch them go, and watches long after they’ve disappeared from the spaceport. “Do you think they’re going to be okay?” she whispers.

“They seem to be very capable,” Tech reasons.

Omega does not look convinced, but then she looks up at them. “If Syko is…” she hesitates, “gone, what will happen to his ship?”

Wrecker frowns. He hadn’t thought about that at all, and if his brothers’ expressions are anything to go by, they hadn’t either.

“Because,” Omega continues when no one answers her, “I might have an idea.”

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Tiiona tries to convince him to go to the apartment with her, to visit just once; however, Paa cannot quite bring himself to do it. Tiiona has already drawn enough attention to herself. If the Empire found out, somehow, that she is Gawynn’s mother…it isn’t worth the risk, no matter how homesick he is.

So he walks her to the usual place they meet, and she walks on without him while he goes to his own little apartment, a cramped, one-room thing with smog stained walls. He goes to bed and wonders where Gawynn is now. What is the Empire making her do with that brilliant mind?

When he wakes the next morning, he puts on his factory uniform and walks the same path as he always has. He barely makes enough to live on, but whatever extra he makes he tucks away. He could have asked the clones for credits. They would have readily paid him; however, it is not what Tiiona would have wanted. Not what Gawynn would have done. But he would have been just a little closer to having the credits to get off this planet and take Tiiona with him. He’d take her somewhere safe and then search for her daughter, his love. Rescue her. Bring her to a better home, a safer home.

Someone steps in front of him. “Omega said you took this route.”

The goggled clone, now dressed in civilian clothes, pulls him into the nearest ally.

“What do you want?” Paa growls wearily.

The clone – Tech? – tips his head thoughtfully. “Nothing from you,” he answers, “however, I do have something for you.” He holds out a device. “The bounty hunter’s ship. He no longer has use for it, so we cleared its logs and I reprogramed its codes. It is yours to do with as you see fit. Keep it or sell it.”

Paa knows he must look like an idiot, slack jawed and staring at the remote in Tech’s hand. The shock of the offer feels dreamlike. “I…I don’t know what to say,” he mumbles at last.

“It was Omega’s idea,” Tech says. “Unsurprisingly brilliant of her.”

Swallowing, Paa takes the remote. “You said you reprogrammed the codes. Is that legal?”

“Not at all,” Tech says promptly. He grins. “However, legality did not hinder the process. I locked a data pad inside the ship with all the information you might need, and provided a way to contact us should you ever need assistance in the future.”

“This is too much,” Paa whispers.

“On the contrary, we can never repay you enough,” Tech returns.

Paa could voice the same thing if he could get the words out.

I’m coming for you Gawynn. I will find you.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Omega tells them what happened, alighting briefly on details before fluttering to the next. Echo wants to ask questions, can see that their brothers do too, especially Tech; however, they are quiet and listen, only offering encouraging hums and nods as she goes, gaping holes in the account that beg to be filled.

“I know that’s not everything,” Omega finishes, her voice quiet. “But I don’t really…I just want to not think about it for a while.”

Tech opens his mouth, likely to press the importance of sharing the information while it is fresh on her mind, but Echo cuts him off with, “That’s fine, kid. You can tell us more when you’re ready.”

“Echo’s right,” Hunter agrees, and that ends the discussion.

Omega lingers in the cockpit after the others have dispersed, moving to sit next to Echo in the co-pilot’s seat. She seems like she might have something to say, so Echo waits, pretending to be semi-occupied with the nav system.

“What if I’m never ready to talk about it?” Omega asks at last.

Echo thinks about that, comprehending all too well. After he was rescued from Skako Minor, he hadn’t had much of a choice than to talk, to tell everything he could remember. It was vital to the war effort. Understanding that had not made it easier, forcing his mind to recount the trauma, the pain, the suffering…the guilt.

He looks down at Omega now, her little brow furrowed and lips pressed as she wrestles with the need to tell and the desire to forget.

“Maybe you could write it down instead,” Echo says. “Like a mission report.”

Omega looks up at him, wide eyed. “But this wasn’t a mission.”

“No,” Echo says, “but sometimes it’s easier, to look at the facts, to understand what happened. You can take as long as you need, write down as little or as much as you want.”

“That might be easier,” Omega says. She grins. “And I’ve read all of your mission reports, so I can make mine just like yours.”

Echo chuckles. “You can try. Those are pretty big boots to fill,” he teases.

Omega’s smile is broken by a yawn.

“You need some rest, kid,” Echo says. “Why don’t you go tuck in. I’m sure you’ll have a clearer mind when you wake up.”

Omega nods and slides out of the seat. She notices her data pad in its charger port and takes it, hugging it against her chest. “Maybe I’ll start my report before I go to sleep.”

Echo reaches out and ruffles her hair. “If that’s what you wanna do, kid.”

When his sister shuffles out of the room, Echo releases a shaky breath. He wonders if this is how Rex felt when he suddenly resurrected from the dead.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

The ship is peacefully quiet, a far cry from the devastated silence that had shrouded the occupants in the days following Omega’s “demise.” And although such was not the case, the residual emotions linger, and Tech denies himself a fifth time when he wonders if he should check on his sister, to make sure she is still in her gunner’s mount room, nestled amongst her blankets with Lula and Trooper. It is illogical to think she might have disappeared in the mere hours his eyes have not seen her. They are in hyperspace after all, nothing can have snatched her away. It is impossible.

And yet…

Tech growls to himself, feeling frustrated with his irrational uneasiness. He tries to focus instead on the article he’s been unsuccessfully “reading” since his watch began.

A tiny, purposeful cough distracts him from his fruitless efforts. He looks up and Omega is standing in the doorway, Lula tucked in the crook of one elbow and her data pad hugged against her chest with the other. “Are you busy, Tech?” she asks.

Her voice is real and present and familiar, speaking to him directly. Not through the static of a comm, or the distance of a memory clung to. His immediate answer lodges in his throat, and he has to swallow three times to clear the obstruction. “I am not busy.”

Omega smiles. It is invitation enough, and she confidently climbs into the copilot’s chair, settling Lula beside her, and resting the data pad in her lap. “I noticed,” Omega says, softly, “that you updated my learning modules. Well…my notes.”

Tech blinks. He’d forgotten about that, had barely noticed when she snatched up her data pad before climbing into her room, not even thought about what she would find if and when she opened the file Questions to Ask Tech.

“I opened my notes because I had more questions to add,” Omega continues when it becomes evident that Tech has no verbal comment to offer. “And I saw that you’d answered all my other questions.”

“Yes, I…” Tech begins, but no explanation seems adequate for the reasoning behind his actions. It was not logical to answer the questions of a deceased individual. Maybe it was strange and perhaps morbid, but somehow had brought a sense of closure and control in the chaos of untamed emotions that raged within him at the time.

Omega is watching him, waiting patiently for him to compose his thoughts, if there are any to compose at all. But not for the first time, words fail him, understanding evading his comprehension. Deciding he has no answer to offer, he simply shakes his head, glaring at the console beside him.

“Can I give you a hug?” Omega whispers the question, and waits for him to nod before sliding from her seat and closing the short space between them. She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him so tight he almost cannot breathe, although he is not sure whether it is physical constriction of her enveloping hold or unchecked emotion at fault. It is the kind of embrace he has seen Omega give to his brothers, but has never quite received himself.

He hesitates a moment before lightly returning the gesture, holding her gently against his cuirass.

“We thought we lost you,” he whispers into her feathery hair.

Omega nods into his shoulder. “I know.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I answered the questions in your notes,” Tech says, and his voice sounds odd, distorted by a tangle of sentiments.

Omega giggles. “I don’t mind. I love you too.”

When Tech blinks, dampness catches in his goggles. It seems that Omega understood perfectly what he himself could not convey in words or thought.

Omega pulls away and returns to her chair, letting Tech collect himself while she readjusts Lula and the data pad in her lap, pretending not to notice that anything is strange or awkward. Instead, once Tech has dried out his goggles, she says excitedly, “I have to tell you what I did to Syko’s ship.

“What you did to his ship?” Tech echoes, confused.

Omega grins at him, a crooked mischievous thing that reminds him of their brothers. “I sabotaged it. Remember when I accidentally set off the Marauder’s alarm system?”

Tech remembers and nods.

“I got into the vents and made it to the internal control panel. I set off all the alarms.”

“All of them?”

Omega is practically radiating light when she says, “Every single one.”

And as Omega goes on to describe in great detail the steps she took, Tech could not be more proud of his little sister.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

“These are the best cookies I’ve ever had in my whole life,” Wrecker tells Omega once he’s convinced her to sneak him an extra one. It doesn’t take much effort, but Omega makes a show of tucking it into his waiting hand.

Omega smiles. “Tiiona taught me the recipe. She even wrote it out on flimsi in case I forget anything.” She produces the small sheet proudly from her pocket.

“So what you’re saying is,” Wrecker says, “that we can make cookies whenever we want?”

“Well,” Omega says with a grin, “Only if we have the ingredients…and a place to bake them.”

Wrecker sighs. “I guess we better make this batch last then since we don’t know when we can make more.”

“That means you’ll have to stop eating so many,” Omega giggles.

Wrecker exaggerates a groan, slumping down in the crash seat. “That’s gonna be hard. They’re so good!”

“I know!” Omega cries. “Especially the chocolate pieces.”

“Especially the chocolate pieces,” Wrecker agrees.

Omega snuggles up under his arm, and he squeezes her close. “I missed you,” Omega whispers.

“Missed ya more,” Wrecker tells her.

“I remembered what you said,” Omega says, “about keeping my thumb out when I punch.”

“Who’d you punch?”

“No one, but I was ready. Had my fist like this.” Omega demonstrates.

Wrecker smiles even though his heart breaks a little. “Looks great, kid.”

“I wanted to punch Syko,” Omega admits, “but I didn’t get a chance.”

“Aw, that’s okay. We’ll find another jerk for you to practice on,” Wrecker says. “The galaxy’s full of them.”

That makes Omega giggle again, and she wiggles impossibly closer. Wrecker never wants to let her go again.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

Hunter doesn’t realize he dozed off until something sharp jabs into his stomach, startling him to alertness. He looks down to find Omega curled into him, the upper half of her body draped over his abdomen, her folded arms pillowing her head. One of her elbows must have gouged him. She doesn’t look very comfortable, even though she is heavy against him, fast asleep.

Lifting the hand that isn’t held captive by the little girl at his side, he brushes his fingers through her soft hair. She stirs slowly, eyes blinking open to peer up at him, and she smiles.

“Hey,” he says, keeping his voice low, “We should get you to your own bed. You might sleep better.”

Omega sits up, stretching her arms over her head. “I’m not tired.”

Hunter pushes himself up on his elbows. “Sure you’re not.”

“I’m not,” Omega insists. “Well, not anymore.”

“Are you hungry?” Hunter asks.

Omega nods and stands, allowing Hunter to get to his feet. He goes to their supplies and pulls out the crate of rations. He gives Omega one of the flavors he knows she likes best. She sits down at the nav computer and opens it, nibbling at the edge. Hunter leaves for a moment to give the others their share before putting the crate away and going back to the bunk, sitting down and tearing open his own ration bar. Omega leaps up from the seat and scrambles up onto the bunk next to him.

“Hey, kid,” Hunter says.

She leans her head against his arm. “I hope that one day I can learn to cook and bake just like Tiiona,” Omega says. “Her food was the best I’ve ever tasted in the galaxy.”

“I don’t know if anything can beat meiloorun ration bars,” Hunter says, knocking his plain bar against Omega’s fruit flavored one. He grins when it makes Omega laugh. “There’s still a lot of the galaxy to explore. Lots of places to see, people to meet, food to taste…”

“True,” Omega agrees.

They finish the rest of their meal with no words spoken between them. When Omega finishes her last bite, she starts folding her wrapper, making tiny, painstaking creases.

“Credit for your thoughts?” Hunter asks.

Omega has her face downturned, but her busy little fingers still for a moment before starting again more slowly. “I miss Tiiona,” Omega whispers.

Hunter knows he should say something comforting, but before he can even scrounge up a syllable of empathy, Omega looks up at him with tearfilled eyes. “We’ll never see her again, will we.” Her voice is steady even as her lower lip trembles. It isn’t a question.

Hunter swallows. “I don’t know,” he admits. “But Tech left Paa a code to contact us, so maybe…we might hear from them at least. If they ever need us, we’ll be there.”

While he isn’t sure it is the correct thing to say, it seems to sooth whatever turmoil of emotions Omega is experiencing. She nods and offers up a wobbly grin. Perhaps more for his emotional sake than evidence of her own.

Hunter puts an arm around her, pulling her close. “Still wanna see the galaxy together?” he asks softly.

Omega nods. “Always,” she breathes.

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