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vodika-vibes · 9 months ago

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Heyoo!

I have a request, it’s a bit of a long gif so if ya don’t get to it or don’t wanna do it, it’s fine lol.

Anyways, my idea / request / prompt / Echo x Fem!Reader goes like this, kinda, feel free to take liberties

Echo, now I feel like he would be a nervous kinda guy when it comes to having a crush. Like, he just doesn’t know what to say and overthinks absolutely everything, and can’t rly take a hint. Before he got blown up, there was a girl, who he has a liiiitle crush on n such, (idk you can make her a mechanic, doctor, bartender, whatever idm)

And they were rly good “friends” n such r something, aaaand some time after he joins TBB he visits the old place where he used to reside with the other guys in the domino squad (I forget where *sob*) And she’s is surprisingly still there. Heartfelt angsty ?kinda? Maybe reunion yadayadaydada and a bit after that and after catching up, probably a day or two later they pick up hints that they like each other and eventually confess n StUfF, aaand ya, then he has to go back with TBB and they be sad, he invites her to join but she is hesitant, and bc the other squad members don’t even know her she ends up saying no- aaaaand ya-

( 💀 omg i don’t even know anymore )

Idk it’s a very weird prompt, I’m making this up as I go, so feel free to pick and choose, take or add, whatever u wanna do

Again if u don’t wanna do it that is perfectly fine, just a thought. Love your work! <33

I Dream Of Forever

Summary: Summary: You’ve been a bartender on Rishi since you were old enough to take orders correctly. Echo was a Clone Trooper turned ARC Trooper stationed on Rishi who was a little more than friends with you. You legitimately believe he’s dead. But when a group of clones land on Rishi, you come face to face with the man you hoped would be your forever.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 2201

Warnings: Some suggestive moments, but nothing detailed

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I thing I got the general vibe you want, but if I didn't please let me know and I'll do something else.

You’ve been a bartender at the same bar on Rishi since you were ten years old. Your parents had debts to the bar owner, and they sold you to make up for it. Well, you and your siblings.

You’re the lucky one.

Your…owner? Guardian? Whatever he is, he treats you like a beloved granddaughter. He buys you clothes and food and allows you to go to school…and until you reached the age of majority at 18, you only had to work four hours a night four days a week.

He even paid for you to go to college, and he pays you well enough that you have your own home here on Rishi.

You’re lucky.

Your older brother, you know, ended up becoming a gladiator in the Outer Rim, and last you heard he’s an enforcer for the Hutt Cartel. Your older sister, however, became a drug runner for a Spice Cartel and last you heard she’s moving from rehab center to rehab center.

You’re lucky.

Maybe if you repeat it often enough, you’ll believe it.

All things considered, Rishi isn’t the worst place to spend your life. The area you live in is warm and bright and right on the water. Not to mention you’ve got several friends here that you would miss if you left…or if the Empire decides to actually deal with the pirate problem.

You’re not worried though.

The Republic’s war with the Separatists barely touched Rishi afterall, aside from having a single watch station that has been abandoned for years now.

And you don’t expect that the Empire will push too much.

Your gaze drifts from the food stall that you’re visiting, lingering on the small, almost overgrown, old Republic comm station. Once upon there had been five men stationed there. Hevy, Droidbait, Cutup, Fives, and Echo.

While you had some concerns as to how the pirates of Rishi would react to obvious soldiers spending time in their bars…people were surprisingly okay with them. More than one of them getting an offer to join different crews.

A small smile lifts your lips at the memory of your boys laughingly turning down offers of pirate crew memberships.

The Dominos had been Rishi’s, more so than the Republics, and people raged when they heard that they died.

First when Droidbait and Cutup died, and then later when they heard that Hevy was killed on Kamino. And then even later when Echo was blown up, and then Fives was killed-

Fives’ death was kind of the final straw for Rishi.

Even now, the Pirates of Rishi are more than happy to raid imperial vessels, in honor of their Dominos.

You step around a group of Mercs, all of whom have dominoes tattooed on their hands, and start to meander your way back to your home. You miss them. All of them.

But, if you’re going to be honest, you probably miss Echo the most.

He was a lot like his brothers, loud and boisterous, and always ready with a joke or a quip, or to finish a joke that his twin set up. He was always the first to greet you with a grin, and the last to say goodbye at the end of the night.

But, unlike his brothers, he flirted with you a little shyly, as though he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

It was charming and sweet, and you found yourself smitten with him.

He didn’t, quite, get over his shyness with you even after the first time you invited him into your home with tempting kisses. He was still a little shy even after the tenth time you invited him into your home, and your bed, with teasing touches and adoring kisses.

You wanted forever with him, and you thought, hoped, that he wanted the same.

And then he left, and you never heard from him again.

You suppose, in a way, it makes sense. Why would a soldier want to slum it with a bartender who’s technically a slave.

Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

After all, you still dream of forever with Echo. Only now, your dreams are definitely castles in the air.

After all, dead men don’t get happily ever afters.

“We need to land somewhere,” Tech says to his brothers, a frown on his face, “The damage to the ship is…far too severe for me to repair without landing.”

“Where can we land, though?” Wrecker asks, “It’s not like there are a large number of places that will accept us.”

Echo eyes the star map speculatively, “I…may have an idea.” He offers, as his gaze lands on a specific planet. A bright smile dances across your memory, and a loving laugh echoes in his ears.

He’s a kriffing fool.

Hopefully she won’t turn him away.

“Well?” Hunter prompts when Echo doesn’t continue right away.

“I think we should go to Rishi.” Echo says slowly.

“Rishi!” Tech sputters.

“That’s a pirate planet, Echo.” Hunter says, “They won’t react well-”

“Do you have a better idea?” Echo asks.

The room falls silent for a moment, and then Tech sighs, “It is up to you, Hunter. Rishi is the closest planet we can land on.”

Hunter pushes his hand through his hair, “Fine. Do it.”

An hour later, the Marauder lands on an open pad, and no one comes to the ship to speak to them. “Is this…normal?” Tech asks.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Echo replies with a shrug, “We should probably not wear our armor here,” He adds. He’s already changed into civilian attire, and he’s somewhat anxiously rubbing his arm just over where his scomp is attached.

“Why?”

“Because our armor screams ‘clones’ and I’m not sure how the pirates will react to seeing clones now.” Echo replies dryly, “I’ve heard rumors of Rishi based Pirates raiding Republic and Imperial transports lately.”

Hunter agrees that it’s a reasonable precaution, and they all hurriedly change into civilian attire, before they get off the ship, with Omega clinging to Wrecker’s hand. And then, almost as one, they turn to Echo.

Echo sighs and rubs the back of his head, and then he turns and heads deeper into the city.

Some things have changed, new people, new stalls, but most everything else is the same. He pauses in front of a specific bar, and peers in, his dark eyes scanning the faces of the bartenders for a moment, before he motions for his brothers to follow him some more.

“Are you lookin’ for someone?” Wrecker asks.

“Yeah. Someone who, hopefully, won’t be too angry at me and will be willing to help.” Echo says.

“A friend?” Omega asks.

“Yeah, something like that.”

Echo leads them away from the shops and docks, and over to a row of apartments. He scans the buildings for a moment, before he turns and heads to one of the smaller buildings, and he stops in front of a plain door, with flower boxes in the windows.

His lips curl up in a small smile, Fives made those flower boxes early one morning when he was hyped up on Caf. They were crooked and lopsided, but it looks like she kept them. Though it looks like she painted them. “Wait here.” Echo says to his siblings, before he walks over to the door, and he knocks twice.

“Just a moment!” Her voice comes from the other side of the door, and Echo doesn’t fight his smile.

She sounds exactly the same.

Stars, please don’t let her be too mad.

The door slides open, “Yes? Can I help yo-” She stops mid-sentence when she sees who’s standing there, “...Echo?”

“You grew your hair out,” Echo replies, a small smile lifting his lips, “It looks good. You look amazing. I’m sure you have a question or twenty, cyar’ika-”

Echo’s not able to finish his sentence as she flings her arms around him and crashes her lips against his. His arms fold tightly around her and he immediately kisses her back, and it’s almost as if no time has passed at all.

If he focuses, he can almost hear Fives wolf-whistling and hear Cutup making lewd comments.

And then reality snaps back into place when he hears Tech’s dry voice, “Ah. That kind of friend.”

Echo carefully pulls back, and reaches up to gently cup her cheek, using his thumb to brush a tear away, “I’m sorry for not comming you, cyar’ika.”

She shakes her head, “We were told that you died.” She whispers, “Fives said…” She trailed off, “And then Fives died, and, kriff, the death of the last Domino started a war between the pirates of Rishi and the Republic/Empire, why would you bring them here?”

“Our ship is damaged-” Echo started.

“Get in. In. All of you!” She drags Echo into her home, and she doesn’t shut the door until Hunter is in the apartment as well. “Honestly Echo,” She rounds on him, “If you commed I would have told you to go literally anywhere else.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d answer.” Echo replies.

There are pictures of her with Echo, and with the rest of the dominoes on the walls. There are also pictures of her with a large, scarred man. And of her with a too slender woman.

“What do you need? I can probably get most of the materials sent to your ship.” She says.

“I have a list.” Tech offers as he hands her his datapad.

She copies it and sends the list to several of her friends, “Alright, you should have most, if not all, of what you need by the morning.”

“Are we in danger here?”

“On Rishi specifically? No. Not so long as you don’t draw attention to yourself.” She replies, “I’d offer to let you spend the night, but I don’t have much room.”

“We can stay on the ship,” Tech replies.

“Echo, are you going to stay here?” Omega asks.

Echo doesn’t take his gaze off of his cyar’ika, “If I’m allowed?”

“I’ve never turned you away before.” She counters.

Echo smiles at her, “Do you remember the way back to the docks?”

“I remember.” Tech says, “Come on.”

The door opens, and then closes again, leaving Echo alone with his cyar’ika.

She smiles at him, soft and warm and slow, “You used to be shyer about public displays of affection.”

“I used to have legs and two hands too,” Echo replies, it's a weak joke, but a joke all the same. “I’m so sorry I never commed you.” He says after a moment, “I thought…it felt cruel, reaching out to you when I couldn’t actually touch you.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.”

“Echo. I forgive you.” She walks over to him and she kisses him as if no time has passed at all, all loving and soft and sweet.

She’s always been unfairly tempting. Her lips and her touch encourage him to stay and enjoy what she’s offering. And Echo has always been helpless to deny her.

He’s not surprised when he falls into her bed, her lips needy against his.

Later, much later, they’re lounging in her bed, and Echo is trailing his lips across her bare shoulder.

“Cyar’ika,” He murmurs against her shoulder, “Come with me.”

“Come with you where?” She asks, her voice light and dreamy.

“On the Marauder. Away from Rishi. I’ll protect you-”

She turns and looks at him, her smile so sad, “You know I can’t.”

“You deserve so much better than being a slave for your parents' debts,” Echo whispers.

She rolls so that she’s facing him properly, “Echo, your brothers don’t know me. And if I had to guess, your ship is pretty small. Me going with you isn’t fair to them.”

“You deserve more.” Echo repeats.

“I don’t like life is about what we deserve,” She replies, as she reaches up to cup his face, “So, in the morning, you’re going to return to your ship, to your brothers…and you’re going to leave Rishi. And you’re going to go back to not comming me, and it’s just how it’s going to be.”

“No.”

“Echo.” She sighs his name, and he shifts so he’s looking right in her eyes.

“No.” He repeats, “I’ve given up so much. My body, my batchmates, my twin. I’m not giving you up. Let me be greedy. Just about this one thing.”

She sighs again, but she looks touched. “How about…a deal?”

“What kind of deal?”

“My contract with my…owner is coming to an end. At the end of the year, I’ll have made enough to pay off my parents' tab with him.” She says softly, “On that day, I will comm you and come to where you are. No matter where you might be.”

“Do you promise?”

She laughs softly, “Echo, I’ve been dreaming of forever with you since the first day we met. Now that I have the chance to have it, it would take an act of god to stop me.”

Echo crashes his lips against hers, “I want forever too,” He breathes against her lips, “So we have a deal.”

She smiles at him, “I love you, Echo.”

He blinks at her, momentarily surprised, and then he laughs and kisses her deeply, “I love you too.”

#star wars #tbb #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #f!reader fic #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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valentine-cafe · 3 months ago

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Hello, hello!

Sorry, I'm gonna ramble a tiny bit here. Today wasn't a good day for my joints, lmao. Walking was uncomfortable, and I could feel the spasms in the back of my knees even with my knee braces. It's nothing severe, but I could help and imagine how Rishima must feel with all the walking around I'm sure she must be doing on a daily

So... I really want to pamper her. 🥺 Give her massages when she's resting, make sure she's taken her meds, (push her around on a wheelchair if it gets bad if she'd allow that-). Oh, and Gn reader, please

That's all, I hope you have a good day! -🙇

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verse 781 rishima

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱scientist x reader, ⊹ ۪

(( oh cara mia :(( we really, really hope your knee joints are feeling better! we know how it feels :,))

“mm, doll.” Rishima croaks out softly, sitting in her workchair. as you wander into her lab with some food and water. your eyes big with question as she calls out for you.

“Rishi?”

the response catches her ears and she turns the chair slowly and carefully with her hand against the desk.

her eyes look tired, more than usual, that is. it made your tummy twist with concern and your heart speed up a little.

it only too you a minute or two to reach the desk and put down the plate of food and the cup of water onto it. hands moving to caress her face. slightly calloused fingers gently stroking against soft pale skin.

“what’s wrong Rishi?” her eyes closed at the small comment of concern, face leaning into your right hand to rest against.

“it’s a little hard to get up and move.” she murmurs.

it wasn’t too hard to notice how she avoided lifting her hands much. or how her knees were tensing and spasming slightly.

so taking a deep inhale you give her a little nod and look over at her bag. before looking back at her with big eyes.

“let me get you the medication and then we can sit and eat together. let me give you a massage too, please?” you hum out to her quietly. very gently giving the palms of her hands gentle rubs before going up to her wrists.

opening up her eyes and groaning a bit. her head nods in response, hand squeezing you just a little.

“please, doll.”

you very gently let go of her and grab the things needed, handing her the meds and beginning the massage by her ankles and up, giving her gentle rubs by the inner corner of her knee.

you stop for a moment when you hear a little grunt.

“no keep going.” you hear her murmur quietly, giving you a small brush of her fingers on your arm.

and so you smile and continue, giving her some food every once in a while too.

#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ daydream — rishima 781꒱#teratophillia #terato #scientist character #mad scientist character #rishima singhania 781 #rishima 781 #asterism

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biboomerangboi · 8 months ago

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IM FREE FROM THE WAREHOUSE AT 12PM AND GOT TOLD HEY YOUR NOT ACTIVELY DYING RN SO HERES SOME PAIN MEDS AND A BUMP UP THAT HEART CLINIC YOUR WAITING FOR GO HOME

Oh yay I get to go to A&E

#there was 300 people in a&e last night and no doctors or beds #rishi when I catch you Rishi #cw hospital #zee rambles

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kybercrystals94 · 1 year ago

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If You Need to Talk

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 21 | Alternative Prompt: Body Modification

Rating: G

Words: 717

Summary: Echo is processing how much his life is changed now that he’s back.

“I can help with that.”

Echo startles and looks up. Tech is standing in the doorway. How long has the commando been standing there, just watching as Echo tries to recalibrate his scomp with his left hand? Burning embarrassment creeps up the back of Echo’s neck and across his cheeks.

“No need,” he says, almost gruffly, “I’m almost done anyway.”

Tech steps into the room, eyeing the sprawl of tools Echo has been using to poke and prod his artificial limb. “I see,” Tech says, expression dubious. “Well, should you need assistance in the future, I hope you will allow me to offer my expertise on the subject. I am, after all, an engineer.”

Echo gnaws on the inside of his cheek. He hasn’t even been with Clone Force 99 a full rotation yet, and the awkward phase of his integration is still in full swing. He’s faced it before, when he joined the 501st after the disaster of Rishi Outpost; however, that had been entirely different, having Fives by his side.

Now, he is alone with a squad of deviant clones who mistrusted him a majority of the time they’ve known him (although that changed drastically after Anaxes, thank the force), along with having to become used to a mutilated body with an entirely new set of rules concerning its upkeep… all without his kriffing dominate hand.

Echo forces down the emotions of despair and self-loathing that eagerly rise to the occasion. “Actually, then, if you wouldn’t mind having a look at it…”

He earns a faint but genuine smile from the goggled clone. “It is no trouble,” Tech says, and sits down next to Echo at the table. “What seems to be the issue?”

“The joint feels tight…limited movement,” Echo explains, pointing to the area his right elbow used to be. “And I noticed my scomp attachment is not reacting like it was before…”

“You were electrocuted, I am not surprised the attachment will need to be recalibrated,” Tech interrupts. Not unkindly, simply removing the need for Echo to explain himself. Tech starts to reach for his arm but hesitates. “May I?”

“Yeah, sure, of course,” Echo says, shifting to make the offending appendage more accessible.

Tech sets to work, narrating the process as he goes. He explains each issue in detail, and then provides a detailed solution. “While it is advantageous that I understand the matter, it is vital that you understand. After all, it is your body. It must not be an easy adjustment…coming back as a cyborg.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Echo says, trying to keep his sarcasm in check.

Tech hums acknowledgment. “Would it be helpful to your mental and emotional wellbeing to discuss it?” he asks.

The question catches Echo off guard. “What?”

Tech meets his eye, pausing his work. “If you need to talk, I am more than capable of providing a listening ear, as it were.”

Honestly, Echo does want to talk about it. Everything since he fell out of that stasis chamber has felt like a lucid dream, one he will wake up from. Fives will be shaking his shoulders, the warmth of his breath on Echo’s face as he says in a voice all too loud, “Wake up, sleepy head! You’re wasting daylight!”

And even though his right hand has been gone for months, it feels like only moments ago it closed over the curve of Fives’ shoulder, grasped the grip of his favorite blaster, held a hand of cards during a game of sabaac.

He wants to tell Tech how much he misses the feeling of the ship rumbling beneath his feet, not the rattling of prosthetics against his thighs. Or how even his insides feel heavy and thick where machine now gives his body function. How he hates the feeling of air movement on his bare scalp where his hair used to be.

He wants to say all of this and more, out loud, into the universe. Into the recycled air of his new home, into the listening ears of his new squad.

He wants to. He wants to so badly it catches like a painful lump in his throat. But he swallows it all back. Instead, he says, “I’m fine.”

Even if it is absolutely the furthest thing from the truth.

END

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im-here-and-im-confused · 2 years ago

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Domino Twins shenanigans.

Echo: fives, what are you doing?

Fives: *upside down hanging over a bar* embracing my inner bat.

Echo: oh cool can i join.

Fives: sure but Rexy better not catch us otherwise ill tell him it was your idea.

Echo: hm okay and who will he believe, hm? you? or me who's never done anything wrong ever in my entire life since we were decanted?

Fives: i hate you you're the reason why we get in so much trouble.

Echo: am i though?

Fives: jackass.

Echo: *very smug*

Rex: you know things like this make me wish Cody took you on Rishi instead of me.

They both scramble to stand upright after very ungraciously falling from the bar.

Fives: *slapping a hand over his heart* ouch captain.

Echo: honestly Captain what are you on about we all know Cody wouldn't've taken us.

Cody: now that hurts.

They both awkwardly salute.

Echo: Commander!, we uh didn't realise you were there.

Cody: Oh and if you were wondering it was because someone put a blue handprint on your armour.

Rex: and whats wrong with blue.

Cody: *scrunches up his face in disgust*

Rex: wait Cody don't you stare into your generals eyes every chance you get and um aren't they blue?

Cody: *quickly shoves his bucket over his head and walks off*

Fives: wow who knew Cody could get flustered like that.

Rex: Only when its General Kenobi

Echo: you know what that is?

Fives: Blackmail material.

Echo: yup.

Rex: okay so back to you two hanging off of the side of the bar?

Fives: IT WAS ECHOS IDEA!!! *runs off to hide*

Echo: oh for fucks sake fives.

Rex: I have that whole thing on camera by the way from the minute that Fives climbed up on that bar to this very second. *:D*

Echo: Okay well I'm going to go find Fives and go kill him for throwing me under the bus like that.

Rex: Clean up whatever mess you make then i wont care.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #incorrect quotes #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #captain rex #commander cody #codywan #honestly cody is just down bad for his general #obi wan kenobi #rex would definitely show this to the bad batch btw #i dont know how to tag or write im bad at this babes

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hunnythebee · 1 year ago

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Late Nights at 79s

18+ MINORS DNI 18+

Chapter 3: Tattoos

You and Fives fill the time waiting for the others to arrive. In the process you get to learn a little bit more about the man you've just slept with.

Explicit - 1.1k words - first person - female reader

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Masterlist | AO3

Tags: Fives x Reader, Jedi!Reader, Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, the 501st, Coruscant, 79s, shower, kissing, fluff, discussion of canon events, tattoos

WARNINGS and fic below the cut

NO YOUNGLINGS BEYOND THIS POINT

Warnings and Explicit tags: nudity, shared shower, shower make out, discussion of death

Short AN: Hello, apologies for the delay and apologies for the lack of smut in this chapter. I felt a story break was needed since the next part is... A lot. Originally I was going to make it all one chapter but I figured this would be better because then if you're just here for smut you can move on to the next chapter. This chapter is more sensual, fluffy, and aftercare.

When you see the next chapter you'll know why.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this brief interlude!

I hadn’t realized how amazing a shower could feel. The water was the perfect temperature by the time I got in and was exactly what I needed for my aching muscles. The fatigue of the night’s escapades was beginning to catch up with me. The best thing about the shower however, was the fact that I wasn’t alone. Fives had asked if I wanted some time to myself or if he could join, and I happily invited him to join me. Nothing inherently sexual happened. He gingerly washed my skin with soap, taking his time lathering me up. After I had washed off, he pressed my back gently to the cool surface of the shower wall. His lips softly kissed my wet neck.

“Mmm…you smell amazing cyar’ika,” he whispered into my ear before shutting off the water and grabbing our towels. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went to the counter to check his comm for an update. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Still damp from the shower, his tan muscles glistened under the refresher lights and I finally could see all of his tattoos. In addition to the Z-6 and the ‘99’ he also had a tattoo of some kind of snake-like creature trailing up his spine and what appeared to be a domino on the back of his left calf. He caught me staring and smirked.

“Enjoying the view?” He chuckled.

“Mmhm… very much. But I was wondering…” I gestured to his body with a questioning look, “What’s the story with all the tattoos?”

He laughed and jokingly said, “Lots of clones have tattoos. Why do you assume mine has meaning?”

“Because lots of clones have meaningful tattoos, and I love hearing the stories behind them. Makes me feel more connected with you guys,” I was being one-hundred percent sincere. I preferred knowing the clones, my men. It made it feel less… less like they were just tools.

He smiled softly, “You are something else, you know that?”

“I might. Now are you going to tell me the stories or what?” I pestered.

“Fine, but let’s do it somewhere more comfortable,” he suggested.

I happily moved past him out of the bathroom, grabbing my robe and giving him a peck on the cheek on the way out. I headed back to the living area and plopped down on the couch. He followed closely behind, still wearing only a towel. He relaxed into the couch opposite me.

“Alright,” he started, leaning forward and tipping his shoulder towards me. “This one here is for one of my batch-mates. He went by the name ‘Hevy’ as he was the heavy weapons expert on my squad. We were stationed on Rishi together… The base we were charged with came under attack and the only reason we made it out is because Hevy took them out by himself.”

“Oh Fives… I’m so sorry to hear that you lost a brother that way…” I didn’t take my eyes off him as he shifted once again, pointing out the tattoo on his calf.

“This one…” he got comfortable again after confirming I had seen it, “Is to commemorate my training squad.”

“A… domino?” I was puzzled.

He laughed, “We weren’t exactly top of our class. In fact, we failed so often that the trainers started to refer to us as ‘Domino Squad’ because we would fall like dominoes in the training exercises.”

“Hence…” I started.

“The domino,” we stated in unison.

He continued, moving on to the intricate serpent on his back. “No doubt you noticed this one.”

I laughed, “Kind of hard to miss.”

“So, on that very same mission on Rishi, there were these giant eels. Rishi Eels. One of them got my other domino brother, Cutup.”

My eyes widened and I placed my hands over my mouth in surprise, “Maker, so you lost two of your batch-mates on the same mission?”

He nodded solemnly, “Same day.”

“That’s horrible,” I shook my head.

He let out a half-hearted chuckle, “You’re the first Jedi to say that to me.”

“Really?” I asked in shock.

He shrugged, “Most of them don’t see us the same way you seem to. I can list the Jedi I know who have shown care to us on a deeper level on one hand.”

“That’s… I can’t believe how cold they can be,” I lowered my head.

“Like I said, they’re not all bad. For example, after the battle in Tipoca City, General Kenobi had some very kind words of comfort to offer to Echo and I about our fallen brother, 99,” he explained.

I offered a small smile, “Is that who the ‘99’ is for then?”

He beamed, “Yep! He believed in me and my brothers when no one else seemed to. If it hadn’t been for him, I would probably still be in Tipoca washing floors.”

“Thank you, for sharing all of that with me,” my eyes trailed off while my mind wandered. Fives crossed the room to sit beside me and placed a hand on my thigh to get my attention.

“What’s going on in your mind?” He asked.

“Hmm?” I responded, “Oh. It’s nothing. Stupid really.”

He leaned back into the couch and pulled me into him.

“I think we’ve established you can be comfortable with me, so out with it.”

I sighed. “Fine. It’s just… I ask clones about their tattoos all the time for two reasons. One, I like to feel closer to them, to know them better.”

Fives nodded to tell me he’s listening and to continue.

“And the second reason… I want some of my own,” I admit.

“That’s it?” He raised an eyebrow up at me.

“What do you mean that’s it?” I ask, feigning offense.

“If you want a tattoo I can take you to any number of our guys. It’s not like you’re the first Jedi to be tatted.” He laughed.

“Wha– Who?!” I exclaimed, but was interrupted by a knock on my door. Fives kissed my cheek and stood up.

“Remember, I’m not the gossip. Echo is.” He winked and went to get the door. I sunk back, trying to imagine who it could possibly be. My thoughts screeched to a halt when I heard the door slide open. I sat up and glanced over to the entryway. They were inside now, but it seemed like someone was still missing. I made my way over to greet them.

“Hey boys,” I said, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry. “Welcome to my home. Make yourselves comfortable. Can I get you anything?”

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margindoodles2407 · 1 month ago

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@seeking-elsewhither (get ready for a long post because this has two chapters >:D )

(By the way. The divider I used is credit of @djarrex. Thank you :D)

Summary:

That's it, it's split, it won't recover Just frame the halves and call them brothers -Regina Spektor, "Call them Brothers"

It is a terrible thing indeed, that the steady pulse of a heartbeat can sound so much like the ticking of a bomb.

Chapter One

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

This is a rhythm that he’s more than used to. This is the rhythm he’s known every night since the first night out of his shared growth jar. This is the rhythm of safety, of security, of everything will be alright, because you’re here with me.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

It’s a rhythm as sure as the fingers curled in his hair, as the hand clasped in his own, as the head on his shoulder and the soft, steady breath against his neck. It’s the rhythm in his blood and in his bones and in his dreams. It’s the rhythm, he’s sure, that he needs to survive.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

It’s the rhythm that usually lulls him to sleep, that wraps around him like a blanket and keeps him in the safety of his slumber until the morning. Usually.

Not tonight.

Thud. Thud. Thud Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. InhaleExhale.

Something’s off. A dull, creeping sense of something is going to go horribly wrong. A sense of all is not well. A sense that this will be the last time in this life that he ever knows this rhythm.

Thud Thud Thud Thud

Inhale Exhale Inhale Exhale

His brother shifts. Stirs. Mumbles something. His eyelids flutter. He’s on the verge of waking up.

ThudThudThudThud

InhaleExhaleInhaleExhale

There is silence, for just a moment; the kind of silence he knows from Kamino. The kind of silence that comes just before the peal of thunder. The kind of silence in which all he can hear is the rhythm that has been thrown so out of balance.

THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD

INHALEEXHALEINHALEEXHALE-

“Attention. All men to leave for the Citadel mission, please report to hangar 13-B. Hangar 13-B. Over.”

The rhythm stops. It does not come crashing to a halt, and it does not sputter and die away like a failing engine.

It simply cuts out as his brother awakes, and sits up, and runs a hand over his face and through his curls before turning to face him with a grin.

“That’s us, Ech. You ready?”

(The rhythm is gone. It’s never coming back.)

“As I’ll ever be.”

Chapter Two

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

It’s strange, isn’t it. For him to have known this rhythm his whole life, from his earliest memories until now. It’s been the constant soundtrack to his entire existence.

Thing is, it’s always been a duet.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

He… hasn’t slept. Not in the days since they got back. Not that he particularly wants to, though- because every time he closes his eyes he sees the conflagration, he hears the crash of the explosion and the rush of the flames and his own horrible scream of anguish and despair, and to be quite frank, he’d rather deal with the dull aching gnaw of fatigue than face the black hole of grief yawning in his chest and threatening to drown him.

(He’d rather go sleepless than face the fact that he almost wouldn’t care if it did.)

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

There’s a datapad clutched to his chest, and it might be his only life preserver.

(Personally, I like that it’s so quiet. I can catch up on the Reg Manuals.)

Thud Thud. Thud Thud.

Inhale Exhale. Inhale Exhale.

His vision swims. The Rishi moon must have been a lifetime ago- back when they were fresh off Kamino, heads full of dreams and grand aspirations of heroism. Stupid dreams, he bites out. War doesn’t make heroes. It just makes corpses. It just makes corpses out of everyone you love.

( If you want to be the best, you’ve gotta think like the best. And I’m thinking like an ARC Trooper.

ARC Troopers follow orders.

Care to repeat that, Echo? )

Thud Thud. Thud. Thud-

Inhale. Exhale Inhale. Exhale-

ARC Trooper, he snarls. That’s me. ARC 27-5555. Big fancy title and everything, for a job that just means you get to stand aside as your brothers die. You proud of me, Hevy? You proud of me for letting our little brother down --

Thud- Thud Thud Thud-

Inhale Exhale Inhale- Exhale-

“ARC Troopers follow orders,” kriff, Ech, if that’s true then why couldn’t you just get to the ship like you were supposed to–

(You left a man behind! You broke rule Number One.)

Thud- Thud Thud Thud-

Inhale Exhale Inhale Exhale

The cot is so cold. So empty and cold. Like the black hole.

Thud- Thud Thud- Thud-

Inhale Exhale In- In- In--

He drowns.

#margin's tumblr edition fics #margin writes #star wars #look at my guys #i need an actual fives tag #HERE IT IS. MY FAVORITE WORK. BEHOLD IT IN ALL ITS GLORY #okay i've gotta go so this is the last fic for NOW. i'll upload the rest later today #handprinted

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deerabigailhobbs · 5 months ago

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Youre stuck on a deserted island with your 5 favorite people and your 5 least favorite people. What goes down? Whos dying first? What order are you cannibalizing them in? /hj

Oh boy, what a question to get on a quiet Thursday evening! I think realistically, I'd be the first to go. I'm terrible at survival situations and plus, have an abhorrent resistance to hot weather. Anything above 15°c (59F) and I melt. So yeah, I'll be on the Barbie first.

But let's say that the powers that be grant me extra strength and heat resistance in these trying times...

I'm not sure whether you meant real or fictional people, but let's do a mix of both shall we?

Most favourite:

Abigail Hobbs (for reasons which are obvious)

My best friend (hi I know you're reading this)

Adam Stanheight (I love a man who looks pathetic)

My mum (love my mum <3)

Ashley Graham (the previous fictional woman I was obsessed with)

Least favourite:

Hannibal Lecter (for reasons which are obvious)

Rishi Sunak (fuck the tories)

Young Sheldon (it's a long story)

Next door neighbour (too loud)

The twat that humiliated me during sports day training (he was a twat)

Introductions out of the way, here's how it goes down:

Rishi Sunak dies first due to being unable to fuck over the British people, and therefore having no purpose in life. Also having to mingle with commneners? Yeah no, he exits the situation himself. We don't dare eat him, he may have been infected by absolute wanker-itis, which can be deadly.

This is followed closely by Young Sheldon, who is adamant he can find a way off this island. He creates a small makeshift boat (which is quite impressive) and sails out to sea. Unfortunately, the idiot forgot he doesn't know how to sail, so aimlessly drifts off, s shakey "Bazinga" the last thing to leave his lips.

Next up is Ashley Graham, who without Leon Kennedy to help her, dies from getting her foot stuck in a bear trap. What's a bear trap doing on a deserted island, I hear you ask? My answer; uhhhh, island bears. She is our first meal.

Alas, Abigail dies next because Hannibal just cannot help himself in making sure this poor girl is murdered. This is quickly followed by me killing him painfully and slowly with my two bare hands <3. I eat Abigail, because I won't let her go to waste unlike some people.

Best friend is next up on the chopping block. He realises that he missed the Hades 2 full launch, which causes him to go into a deep depressive state and die from sadness. Rip bestie, I made sure you were cooked with extra seasoning.

The twat that humiliated me dies from mysterious reasons. Wow, who knows what could have caused his death... We eat him and he's delicious.

My neighbour decides they haven't been shouting at the top of their lungs in a while, and does so during the middle of the night when the rest of the us survivors are asleep. Unfortunately the island isn't like back home, and their massive gob catches the sight of a massive eagle, which snatches them up by their shoulders and flies them away into the night sky.

Adam decides to explore the island deeper, and finds a cave which could be a great use of shelter. Unfortunately, he didn't move the massive boulder far enough away from the entrance, and it moves, sealing him away forever. He is left to starve in darkness.

I choke on a peanut.

My mum wins as she deserves to, found and taken away to a huge mansion where she lives the rest of her life in peace <3

#this was a silly one i actually really liked this haha!#not gonna re-read this if theres inconsistencies that's the way the mighty lord intended it to be #abigail hobbs #adam faulkner stanheight #asks

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chaoticstrata · 1 year ago

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eyes meeting from across the room - Aketheron c;

Theron’s brow furrowed when the bartender placed a glass of Corellian whiskey before him. He looked up in bemusement before stating, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t order this.”

The bartender, a gruff old Nikto, tilted his head toward the other side of the room. “Compliments from the gentleman over there.”

Theron blinked, unsure if he should feel annoyed or flattered that someone was trying to catch his attention. He settled on being a bit flattered but mostly annoyed. Honestly, the SIS agent really wasn’t in the mood to deal with an admirer of any kind. His emotions were still reeling from what happened on Ziost, and he didn’t have the energy to deal with anyone trying to come on to him. A long sigh escaped his lips as he turned to look at the “gentleman” who got him the drink. Theron planned on dumping it down the sink on the other side of the bar as soon as their eyes met.

However, time seemed to stop when hazel orbs met a very familiar set of crimson. Aketho sent him a small smile and lifted his drink in Theron’s direction.

Oh.

Well, now. If the former Cipher was trying to get his attention, he was more inclined to be flattered than annoyed.

Picking up the glass, he gave a nod to the bartender before making his way over to the table the Chiss was sitting at. A lovely corner spot set back in the shadows, away from most of the other patrons in the bar. He grinned as Aketho pulled out a seat for him before he settled down next to him.

“Thanks,” Theron murmured, taking a sip of the whiskey. The alcohol burned down his throat, but he still enjoyed how rich and smooth it was as it did. He could taste the spiced notes and a hint of vanilla to sweeten it. “This is one of my favorites.”

“I remember you mentioning that,” Aketho said, taking a sip of his own drink. “While I’m partial to Csillian whiskey, I have to say the Corellian variety hits the spot just as well.”

“Yeah,” Theron said with a soft chuckle. He glanced around the room, trying to see if there was anyone they needed to worry about. Then again, they were on Rishi. No one gave a damn that a couple of spies were sitting there together; most just wanted to get drunk after a long day of doing one illegal thing or another. With that in mind, he reached out for Aketho’s hand and covered it with his own, pleased the other spy had also forgone his gloves. Aketho’s skin was a bit cooler than usual, possibly due to the chilly night, but he still loved the feel of it beneath his own. A small smile crossed his lips when Aketho turned his hand over and laced their fingers together.

“How are you doing, Theron?” Aketho asked, fingers squeezing his own.

The human spy was not shocked by the question, especially not with what happened on Ziost. His eyes fell to their joined hands, and he sighed.

“Surviving,” he murmured, thumb running over soft blue skin. “What about yourself, Aketho?”

When the other man didn’t answer, Theron looked up. Aketho’s handsome features held an amused look as a dark eyebrow lifted slightly. For a moment, Theron was confused as to wh--oh, right. His name--he had given Theron permission to use his given name as they parted on Yavin.

“Take care of yourself, Aketho.”

“Keth,” the Chiss corrected him, red eyes catching his own.

“What?” Theron asked, head tilting.

“My given name,” Aketho explained, “It’s Keth.”

Theron’s brow furrowed for a moment before they widened as it dawned on him that the Cipher was asking him to call him by that name. And while he did not know much about Chiss and the Ascendency, he knew enough to see the significance behind what Aketho was giving him.

Theron let out a soft laugh and corrected himself. “Right. Sorry, Keth.”

“Better,” Aketho replied, smirking as he took another sip.

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So this is an idea I had for a later story/chapter of Aketho's canon, but it was also perfect for this prompt. There will be more to this once I get around to this part in the Aketho's timeline. =3

#strata writing #swtor #swtor fanfiction #theron shan #imperial agent #aketho #theron shan / imperial agent #two spies walk into a bar....

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tiredassmage · 1 year ago

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I realized I had a lot of fun doing the Arcann & Tyr post and that it’s not the only npc dynamic that fascinates me that I don’t often exactly write about, so!! I may or may not be doing a little series of these kinds of post now, lol, because there’s a few others I’d like to explore more on!

Today I bring you... Lana and Tyr! Whom I’ve talked about before in a few answers and whom I’ve even written something about as far as the progression of their dynamic, but we do love centralized information, so I’m gonna put it in a post! : D Because they still fascinate me constantly.

In short, Lana and Tyr’s relationship spends a lot of time in relatively rocky territory. Part of what I enjoy so much about their dynamic is that it’s utterly different than any other character I’ve played this far; even my Republic characters take to her faster than Tyr ultimately does - which at one point I found interesting because you’d think being on the same side would help, but there’s a lot of Tyr’s experience specifically as Cipher Nine that goes a long way into altering their relationship.

She was a superior to report to, another Sith to keep a careful watch on, long before Tyr could ever feel comfortable calling her a friend. It isn’t really until they’re in the Alliance together that they find more even ground and, even then, Tyr’s guard isn’t completely down all of the time. But they are on better terms than they are when they first met.

A lot of Tyr’s reticence with her is based on having first met her as a superior to report to. When they are first introduced to work together on the assault on Tython and the corresponding defense of the Korriban Sith Academy, Lana still outranks him as a Sith Lord and Tyr’s still suffering a rather precarious job security predicament in the nebulous space between the shutdown of Imperial Intelligence’s Operations Division and the restructuring of the department to serve Sith Intelligence. Tyr’s modus operandi here then is trust no one. In his experience, the Sith are unpredictable and fickle creatures. In short, he keeps his head down and serves his assigned purpose as infiltrator, scout, and combat support in the blooming hunt for the Revanites, but they have a distinct power imbalance that Tyr’s far more painfully aware of than Lana. This does, however, go unaddressed by both parties because Lana doesn’t think of it as keenly as Tyr and Tyr isn’t about to risk his position to bring it up when it’s not particularly bothersome at the time.

Lana, at the time, is focused on the job at hand, and Nine, for this purpose, is a tool in her kit to complete that job. She’d be remiss to refuse the assistance of one of Intelligence’s surviving assets and, for his part, Tyr raises little complaint in being handled like a weapon more than a comrade, for now. The less close she is, the less likely he is to get burnt, after all.

Interestingly, Nine bonds with Theron Shan rather rapidly in comparison. As a fellow agent also trapped sort of between a rock and a hard place of doing what is necessary even when the odds are stacked against them all, Tyr sees him more as an equal, despite the faction lines between them - but that’s a whole post itself, lol.

But Theron is a catching point for them several times in their history. In the hunt for the Revanites, Tyr begins to see Lana as pragmatic. She’s involved in the process and shows a willingness to learn that he doesn’t see in most of his other Sith contacts. He’s still far more loose with Shan than he is with her, but they build a decent professional rapport by the time they hit Rishi.

And then Theron Shan gets captured. On her watch. By her design.

It brings what respect he’d been forming for her to a screeching halt. He almost shuts down again, back to reporting to her as Nine more than Tyr. For Tyr, it’s the kind of behavior that reminds him alarmingly of the Dark Council’s desire to execute him that the Minister of Intelligence only very narrowly muzzles into the Castellan Restraints. It’s a reminder of Corellia. It’s a stark reminder that Imperials are pawns to Sith games. He pushes her for an apology. Still, they don’t alter the ‘terms’ of their particular relationship, but Lana does learn one of his non-negotiable lines: operatives are not disposable. (That fic is here)

Tyr’s worked with her long enough to know he can voice his opinions and she will consider them. Where Lana may have considered them friends by Rishi, Tyr still sees a more professional-only relationship. And they maintain this weird balance into their collaborations during Sith Intelligence. As Commander and one of the prides of Imperial Intelligence absorbed into the new agency, I imagine Tyr helps her run operations somewhat from the shadows, acting still both as a field operative and a somewhat unofficial right hand man. She learns quickly, but Tyr has the experience on the ground and from the Citadel that helps smooth out the finer wrinkles of operations and managing agents. At the very least, they’re not afraid of handling candid conversations about the way the agency is being run, even if it’s in a locked office away from the eyes of their operatives, even if sometimes voices get heated because of their differences in opinion.

And then comes Zakuul. There is a lot about Zakuul Tyr never particularly anticipated. Surviving the destruction of Marr’s fleet is one, for sure, but that it’s Lana Beniko of all people seeking to rescue him to fight for the fate of the galaxy sure makes a run for the top of the list. In the Endless Swamps, Tyr finally gives her his name. His name. Sure, she had his files as Minister, but this is his symbolic trust. It renegotiates the terms, so to speak, at last. Tyr makes the active decision to trust her. He recognizes she’s someone he can rely on. (Annd that fic is here!)

It’s still odd through much of the Alliance. Their roles have essentially reversed. Lana is relying heavily on his judgement for decisions and offering relatively unconditional support. A tinge of their professionalism remains. Theron may give him space and come to understand when it involves managing his struggles with the transition. Lana is who he can rely on to be almost brutally honest with him. She still pushes him in ways neither of them really name - even now. The pressure to fill a role for her still goes largely unaddressed - it’s Commander of the Alliance instead of Cipher Nine now, but the weight settles similarly.

Still, they’re as close to equal as they ever get.

Lana is strong-willed, determined on a path once she has set herself upon it. Again, they butt heads over the matter of Theron Shan when pursuing the Order of Zildrog. Lana’s displeasure at being fooled, at not being able to protect her Commander and their Alliance, drive her closer to sharp edges. They get short with each other at times over not driving their operatives to their breaking points. Tyr never gives up on Theron. Lana presses him about doing what is necessary, when the time comes, about the risks, and Tyr balks. Had she not backed down when he asked, they absolutely ran the risk of getting into a fight about it.

And yet again they play a precarious game over their allegiance. Lana, ever-pragmatic, still reasons for the benefits of an Imperial alliance, but doesn’t walk away when Tyr resumes the mantle of double agent. He doesn’t entirely understand her loyalty to him, but he’s grateful, nonetheless, for her support.

In short, I suppose they continue to suffer because they never quite clear away all of their communication holds. In a way, the distance that’s established at their first meeting never entirely closes, but the gap’s much shorter than it was. They’ve both had their reasons for their actions and it’s something they have developed a respectful understanding for. In the end, after all of this time, they are at least certain the other will watch their back when they ask. That kind of loyalty is hard to find.

#swtor #dot talk #ch: tyr #lana beniko #npc dynamics talks

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