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and-claudia · 4 years ago

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WILDEST DREAMS (CROSSHAIR X READER)

Based on Taylor Swift’s song Wildest Dream, unedited, sorry I wrote this on a whim late at night. Also I posted it on mobile so there not a cut. I’ll try to remember to go back and fixed that but I can’t promise that I will.

Warnings: slight nsfw 🔞, as in like things are very much hinted at but there’s nothing explicit and there’s no actual smut, angst❤️‍🩹

Word count: 2k ish

He said, "Let's get out of this town

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds"

I thought heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down

I was working the late shift at ‘79s. It had been a pretty busy night but now the bar was almost empty save for a few stragglers, including one man at the bar who had just down his cup of whiskey.

“What was her name?” I asked him walking over and refilling his glass without him even asking.

“What?”

“You’ve only drank Corilian Whiskey tonight, and no offense but most people don’t just down this to have a good time. Most the time it’s heartbreak.” I said as I poured my own glass. It was almost closing time so it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“It wasn’t a girl.”

“A mission?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“Oh so you’re just a man with good taste then.” I said smiling before tipping my glass to him and taking a sip.

I saw the faintest of smirk creep onto his face as he took a sip of his own.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” I asked suddenly.

He raised one of his eyebrows in question.

“My family owns some land on a nearby moon. We don’t have much of a night left here, but if I remember correctly the sun should be setting there soon and we’d have the whole night to do whatever we want.” I said biting my lip some.

He looked at me for a moment then downed the rest of his whiskey, took a toothpick out of his pocket and put it into his mouth, turned around on the bar stool, stood up and looked at me once more.

“Lead the way.” He said, smirking once again.

I smiled.

“Hey Jean, lock up for me. I Gotta go!” I hollered to the other girl working tonight, she gave me a thumbs up and with that I downed the rest of my own drink before jumping up onto the bar and slid across it. I took the man’s hand and began running out of the bar.

I knew this was stupid. I really did but it also felt so right. I didn’t even know his name, but Somehow I just knew he’d be the one to ruin me completely. And I was okay with that.

I led him to my small ship. I fired her up and we were off.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

“So, what’s your name? Or do you prefer to keep the mystery going?” I asked, spinning around in my captain’s chair.

“Crosshair.”

I cocked my head to the side. It was an interesting name, like the ones the clones give themselves.

“What?”

“I like your name, it’s different.” I said with a smile.

“Thank you, picked it out myself.” He said.

“Hm,” I hummed a small laugh, “My name is Yn.”

“That’s a beautiful name.” He said making me blush.

“I got it for my birthday.” I said with a laugh.

This made him laugh fully. It was music to my ears. It was also very contagious and I began laughing along with him.

Once the laughter had died down, I had a new determination to learn more about him.

“So you know that I work at a bar. What do you do?”

“I was at a clone bar, can’t you put two and two together?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“So you’re trying to tell me you’re just like every other clone that comes into ‘79s?”

He was silent for a moment.

“No. I’m not.” He said quietly.

“Tell me about it.”

He took a deep breath.

“You don’t have any whiskey on here do you?” Hey asked.

I smiled as I stood to walk over to the cabinet. I grabbed the bottle and brought it back.

“I don’t have any glasses.” I said before popping the lid off and taking a drink then handed him the bottle.

He took a swig before he began, “We’re called Clone Force 99, but we call ourselves The Bad Batch. Me and my three brothers, we’re all clones with ‘favorable mutations’ as the doctors on Kamino called them. We’re the ones that they send on secret operations they need done quickly.”

I was left with a lot of questions but I couldn’t bring myself to ask any of them. It seemed like a sensitive topic and I didn’t want to press.

Then as if he could read my mind he smirked and asked, “What do you wanna know?”

“What’s your role? Like do you all do similar stuff or how does that all work?” I asked excitedly.

“I’m a sniper.” He said with a proud smile.

“Oh really?” I asked.

“Yeah. And I never miss my target.” He said, sending me a wink.

We continued talking while the ship was on autopilot towards the remote moon. I excused myself to go change out of my apron from the bar. When I returned he looked stunned to see me in a nice dress.

“You look beautiful.” He mumbled as he stood.

He made his way over to me and pulled me towards him by my waist. Once I was close enough, his lips were on mine. Then before I knew what was happening he was leading us backwards to the chair he just stood up from. He sat back down and guided me to straddle his lap.

I lost track of the minutes that passed, too lost in the feel of his lips against mine and the touch of his hands as they roamed over my body.

I would have loved to stay lost in this seemingly never ending bliss, but an alert from the dash was calling for my attention. I tried to ignore it. As if I didn’t address it, then it’d go away.

“Maybe you should go land the ship?” Crosshair said, pulling away briefly as I chased this kiss.

“Do I have to?” I asked kissing him once more.

He chuckled. “Yeah, love, you do. If we want to continue this later, we need to be alive, kinda hard if we crash.”

I groaned but stood up and walked over to the pilot's chair. It wasn’t long until we landed and were getting off the ship. Just as I had expected the sun was beginning to set as we arrived.

“Come on, I know a perfect spot.” I said grabbing his hand and dragging him along as I ran through the field and up a hill.

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ha

Wildest dreams, ah-ha

We sat together watching as the sun set. He was leaning against a tree as I was between his legs leaning against his strong chest. Nice the sun had set beneath the horizon I felt his lips attach themselves to my neck. Before we went too far I was leading the way to the small cabin on our land.

The night was spent intertwined with one another. He was right when he said he never misses. Hands roamed over bare skin, fingers tangled and tugged gently on hair, lips sent fires burning across each other’s skin, mouths side the others name and minds went numb in bliss.

Waking up in his arms the next morning felt right. I turned over to face him only to find him already looking down at me. I leaned up to capture his lips in a tender kiss.

“Good morning.” His voice was huskier than usual, causing a visa or shover to run down my spine, making him smirk slightly.

“G’morning.” I hummed back.

We stayed like this, perfectly content before I had enough courage to ask the dreaded question.

“How long are you leave?”

He sighed, “Three more days.”

“I guess we’ll have to make the best out our time then.” I concluded.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

And his voice is a familiar sound

Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

And that we did. Our next few days were consumed by one another.

There was a point where he was about to consider heading back to Corosant. He realized how much danger he’s putting me in. The last thing he wanted was for me to get hurt.

“If anyone finds out what’s been going on here, they’ll target you. Clones aren’t allowed to have attachments.” He said as we stood in the kitchen, me leaning back against the counter with my arms around his neck and his hands resting on my hips.

I was looking down, I couldn’t face him when I said what I was about to say.

“No one will know what we did here. I promise. I won’t tell anyone.” I was fighting tears.

In the short time we’d been here, I had fallen hard for him. And now, all the moments we’d shared, all the times his fingers raked through my hair, every time our clothes were shed and laid sprawled out across the floor, everything would become only a memory for the two of us.

“I’m sorry, love, I wish we could always have what we do here, but we knew when we came here it wouldn’t last forever.” he said, pulling me to him.

I let a few tears slip as he held me close and pressed a soft kiss to the top of our. That night was our last night. It was different. It was nothing but pure love shared by two people. Pure hopeless love.

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

And when we've had our very last kiss

My last request is

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ha

Wildest dreams, ah-ha

After he had fallen asleep, I laid wide awake in his embrace. I couldn’t bring myself to fall asleep. I didn’t want to. I wanted to savor every last second I had with him. Even if that meant staying up all night just to hear his steady breathing and feel his arms around me. I knew this was our last night, I didn’t want it to end.

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burnin' it down

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burnin' it down

Someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just pretend

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your (Just pretend, just pretend)

Wildest dreams, ah-ha

In your wildest dreams, ah-ha

(Even if it's just in your)

In your wildest dreams, ah-ha

I must have fallen asleep at some point because suddenly I was waking up to a cold bed and hushed voices coming from somewhere in the house. I got out of bed and tied a silk robe around myself before walking towards the voices.

“What have you been doing here? You’ve been MIA for three days. We have a mission, Crosshair. You can’t pull this type of shit. We need to leave now.”

“I know, okay? I know. Let’s just go. Maybe this will be easier on her.” Crosshair said.

That made me bust into the room.

“Really?” I asked, tears already forming.

In an instant he was in front of me, shielding me from the other men in the room.

“I’m so sorry. This isn’t how I wanted this to happen. He commed me an hour ago saying the mission is starting early and I had to leave now. I thought maybe it’d be easier like that.” He said ashamed.

“What would make you think that’d be easier? You slipping out in the middle of the night. How is that easier for me?” I said as the tears fell.

He said nothing, just hung his head.

“I’m sorry, Yn. I wish things could be different.” He said taking my hands in his and kissing them gently before hugging me to his chest one last time.

“Me too.” I whispered hugging him back.

“Crosshair, we have to go.” One of the others said.

His arms released their hold on me and he went to turn away. I stood frozen as I watched him walk off. Staying a few paces behind the group, I followed as they made their way out of the small cabin. Then just as he reached the threshold of the front door I called out to him.

“Crosshair, wait!” He turned back around to face me.

“Promise me one thing…” I took a deep breath, “Promise me you won’t forget what happened here, and promise me you’ll come back to me.”

His face fell at my last request.

Before he got a chance to object I spoke again, “Even if it’s just pretend, promise me that.” I said.

He took a few steps towards me until he was right in front of me, he kissed me gently and whispered, “I promise.”

And then, just like that, he walked away. I watched with tears in my eyes. I watched as he walked out of my life forever, carrying my heart with him.

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number1yisuchongfan · 3 years ago

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Summary:

Omega realized she was crying, watching as the Havoc Marauder was turned to a fiery explosion.

What the kark was she going to do now, stuck in this escape pod with only a small bag of belongings and food?

What was she going to do?

Rating:

Teen and Up Audiences

Warning tags:

No Warnings Applied

Word Count:

2,174

Characters:

Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Saw Gerrera, and CT-7567 | Rex

Fan fiction:

She was being held, woken up by shouting as she was placed into or onto something, (maybe a pod of some kind?) with Hunter’s face looking down at her.

She was still so tired, not hearing anything but soft ringing, Lula was in her hands, pressed to her chest when the world finally came back to her in one breath.

The ship was being attacked, most likely by Crosshair and his men, their ship and fighters attacking the Marauder from all sides.

He found them from their last mission on Batuu, their ship getting tagged by the Empire as they left the spaceport.

“Hunter!” Omega shouted out, reaching out for her brother’s arm, him just pushing her back into the only escape pod, a bag being pressed into her hands along with a canteen and bow. “Hunter!”

“Stay in here until we come back for you okay, kid?” He explained fanatically, moving to the pod’s door, looking at her with a worried expression. What was going on?!

A hiss of a door opening.

The sound of shouting and blaster bolts filling their home, her home.

The faint smell of sweat in the air.

“Got it!?” He asked, looking back over his shoulder to where she knew Echo and Tech were, Wrecker’s shouting becoming louder as more blaster bolts shot past Hunter’s own head, nearly hitting him.

She nodded and the door closed with a hiss, the pod shooting out of its dock as she watched their ship grow smaller the more the pod traveled away. Omega picked up Lula, holding the plush to her chest as she waited then-

It blew up, the ring of fire causing her pod to shake and malfunction from the force of it. She just closed her eyes, hoping to wake up from this… this nightmare. She wanted to be back in her brother’s arms, those arms comforting her with gentle words and soft pats of her back.

That was four standard hours ago, her pod had stopped, waiting right outside of the debris of the Havoc Marauder and that imperial ship. The stars never changed as she floated in space. Lula was still in her lap, covered in crumbs from the ration bar she had, tear streams dry on her cheeks.

“What if Hunter’s still alive, Lula?” She asked her toy and her small little trooper toy, bringing both closer to her chest as new tears ran down her face. What if she had stayed? Maybe if she did, they’ll all be alive and back with Cid on-

The pod moved, as if in a tractor beam, she moved towards the view port and saw a blue Y-wing and some kind of XS freighter. Rex and whoever his people were. She felt her heartbeat quicken, her tears streaming down her face as she cried tears of joy.

She was safe, and when she stared up to the hatch, a tan skinned man with a blue mask and a dark skinned man with green eyes were staring down at her.

“Are you Omega?” The green eyed man asked, (Saw Gerrera maybe?) his hand outreached to pick her up. Omega just continued to cry, the man having to get into the pod to pick her and her belongings up and into the freighter. “Sh, kiddo, Rex’s dockin’ right now and be right with you shortly.”

He was fixing her hair, pressing Lula to her chest as she clung to his shirt and armor, sobbing into his neck. She was safe, she was saved by Rex and his people. Whoever Rex trusted to pick her up clearly was good with little kids, petting the back of her head as he swayed them. Omega was being carried off to a small med bay, a man with dark purple eyes pushing up her sleeve to get a blood sample? Or maybe just giving her something to calm her down?

She was still clinging to this tall man’s chest, his reassuring voice telling her she was safe, that she needed to rest.

Omega didn’t need to sleep, she need to talk to Rex and tell him about Crosshair and-

She yawned, rubbing her eyes of sleep and the tears she could feel collecting there, the edges of her vision becoming darker as she blinked slower.

“Shh, kid,” The man muttered into her hair, his hand petting his hair as he sat down in a seat. She was tired, but just from crying or from that tranquilizer they gave her, she was just… tired. “Rex will be here soon and you can tell him everythin’, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay…” She slurred, the word being drawn out with the clear exhaustion in her voice.

Omega felt warm, as if she was back in her room, the fairy lights above her on the lowest setting, with a blanket over her exhausted body. She loved that feeling, the world so still as she looked over the stars from her little view. Everything felt airy, soft and fluffy, like she was breathing in laughing gas. The hand at the back of her head slowed, as a blurry figure in a cloak or something came forward.

Omega was too tired to keep her eyes open, too tired.

So warm. So comforting.

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“Did you really have to drug her?” He heard Rex ask with a sigh.

Saw looking up from the little girl in arms to his husband, his face in that cute tight-lipped expression he loved to make when in thought.

“Omega was going to have a panic attack on my ship. Pretty sure she was going to pass out before you docked anyway.” Saw explained with a sigh, craning his neck up to catch Rex’s kiss.

“Seems they got her out before they died,” Rex sighed out, sitting in the copilot’s seat, looking over the remains of Clone Force 99’s last stand. “I know that this old hunk of junk has quarters, let’s get her a bed.”

Saw nodded, looking at all the broken metal and glass in front of them, nothing remaining but the small, little girl in his arms and those belongings in her bag. She was clinging to his shirt as they walked out of the cockpit, walking though the main hold to the bunk room.

“She seems a little younger than thirteen,” Saw said, waiting for Rex to grab one of the thermal blankets. His husband just huffed out a laugh, placing the blanket on one of the small cots, fixing the small pillow. “At least ten basic at the most.”

“I know just,” Rex started to explain, moving out of the way as he placed the small girl on the tiny cot, her hands grasping at the blanket as if she was trying to grasp his shirt again. He looked over to his lover, his face in that soft look he made before he cried, his eyebrows scrunched together.

“It’s okay, I’m gonna to be right here the whole time, ‘Kay?” Saw tried to comfort, leading Rex out of the bunk room. Harold and Lufi were waiting outside, the two teenagers at a perfect ready. “Private Desncuni, watch over Omega and Sargeant Munica, try to find some alcohol for me and the Captain.”

“Sir, yes, sir!” They both shouted together, Lufi walking into the bunk room and Harold moving quickly to the cargo bay. He looked back to Rex, those eyes closed as he took a deep breath. He never wanted Rex to cry, never wanted Rex to worry about anything and he’ll make sure of that.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, cyar’ika.” Rex said into his gloved hands, letting himself get pulled into his lover’s arms, pressing his face into his chest. He just keeped them walking slowly, towards the cockpit and the only bit of privacy on his shitty ship, pressing kisses and short, sweet admirations of love. He opened the door with a hush of cold air hitting their faces, getting Rex to the copilot’s chair. He sat in his own chair, looking over at his partner, his dark eyes looking over the debris. “I just don’t know.”

“It’s okay love, I hardly know what to do either. With Admiral Ambino and the Empire breathing down our necks,” Saw sighed, taking Rex’s left hand in his own, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. Rex just looked back at him, eyes teary as Harold walked in, passing him the alcohol and glasses. He poured them both the liquor, the amber liquid glowing blue from the ship’s sensors and lights.

“Thank you, cyare.” Rex thanked, taking the glass into his lap. Saw took a drink from his cup, the sour liquor making his throat sting, before looking back at his now crying lover.

Saw moved over back towards him, pulling Rex onto his lap. He pushed Rex’s head into his neck, letting him sob and shake in his hold. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m right here, love. Right here.”

Rex just sobbed harder, hands on his own glass shaking so hard the glass nearly tipped over, drenching out over his lover’s blacks and his pants.

Rex rarely cried this hard, only once while they were on a tough mission in Iziz, seeing families getting ripped apart as they walked the city’s streets, but this was different. He was crying because he’s just lost more brothers, more of his only kin.

He hadn’t cried when Steela died, pushing those emotions down so much he could barely feel them anymore. He just held his lover close, placing both of their glasses onto the floor.

“I’m- I’m sorry, Saw. I shouldn’t be- I shouldn’t be crying.” Rex gasped into his neck, hands now grasping at the lip of his chestplate.

“No, it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to show emotion.” He whispered into Rex’s temple, kissing that little scar which had caused his brothers so much pain. Rex pulled back, he and his face red and cheeks wet from tears as he looked into his green eyes, expression soft. Saw just pushed him back in that little space, kissing the top of his head as Rex took in deep breaths, “It’s okay, my love.”

“I- I love you.” Rex muttered into his neck, his lover’s strong arms now wrapped securely around Saw’s neck.

“I love you too.” Saw muttered, kissing Rex's head again before looking over the stars and broken metal. What was this little girl going to become to him and Rex? A daughter? He had wanted to give Rex children before the War, adopt a few and raise them in Saw’s beast ride out in the jungles of his homeworld. But that was before the war, but now?

What child deserved to live in constant fear of dying or seeing their parents die, with nightmares plaguing?

Well, him, he guessed. But this little girl? She acted just like Steela when she was nine, tired from school and running their shop, clinging to him when he tried to set her down.

“We’ll both protect her, I’ll protect her, Rex.” Saw swore. “With my last dying breath, I will protect Omega.”

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Wrecker…

Tech, Echo…

Hunter!

Omega woke up in a gasp, breathing harshly as light filled her small cot. She went for her bow, finding it missing as she panicked. Was she captured by the Empire? Pirates? Maybe Cad Bane or Fennec Shand found her in the debris? She needed to get out of here. Two people stepped forward, her blurry vision making her captures look like glowing figures.

“Omega, everything’s fine,” A familiar voice said. Rex! She tried wrapped her arms around his neck, but her limbs felt too weak to move, to grab onto her brother.

“Rex. Where am,” Omega was interrupted by a yawn before she could finish, her eyes still heavy with fatigue. “Where am I?”

“You’re on my… partner’s ship,” Rex explained, fixing the blanket she was wrapped in and picking up her toys, placing them on her lap. “We just got into hyperspace so it will be a few days till we see Onderon, you don’t need to worry kiddo.”

“Onderon?” She asked, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Yes, Onderon,” Rex murmured with a smile, going to move her curly hair out of her face. “My rebel group and partner are stationed there at the moment.”

“That’s… that’s good,” She agreed, the sleepiness hitting her again as the second figure came by Rex. Her vision was still blurred, the figure still so unreadable but for their eyes, their glowing green eyes. “Who are you?”

“I’m Saw.” The figure simply stated, roughing up her hair with a large, gloved hand before stepping out of the room, closing the door behind them.

Odd.

“Don’t worry about him; Saw has a soft spot for children.” Rex seemed to reassure, looking at the door with a smile, before fixing her, again, wild hair out of her face. Omega was too tired to complain or push away his hand, just nuzzling back into her pillow and blanket, before letting sleep take her once again.

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dreamwritesimagines · 5 years ago

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Burn It Down 2- Before The Flames [Ivar x Reader]

A.N.: Oh my God, my loves! Your comments, messages and 400 something notes on the first one made me feel so happy and inspired, I can’t thank you enough! I love you guys so much! <3

Summary: Trust cannot be earned with threats.

Characters: Ivar x Reader, Ubbe, Bjorn, Hvitserk.

Warnings: Explicit language and depictions of violence.

Word Count: 1415

The road back to Ivar’s camp was silent. They’d had you mount on a horse before they you’re your hands and covered your mouth, as if making you silent could protect any of them from the curses they feared you could cast on them.

Only you knew how to protect them from your curses, and you were not willing to share that information, not anytime soon at least.

Besides, you had to admit, their fear gave you a sense of excitement.

You could still smell the blood washing the streets and the smoke rising from the city, burning your nostrils and your lungs but you refused to let that affect you.

Destruction had its strange beauty, tragic and sad, but still beautiful.

The camp side was not so far away, at least not on horse, and soon enough you reached there, the tents, the fire and the food welcoming your weary self and you looked around. Ivar got out of his chariot and Ubbe and Hvitserk jumped down from their horses, speaking in their mother tongue which sounded very foreign to you as the woman- Torvi, you had heard her name on the road- walked past them to a tent. Ivar pointed at a warrior, giving a curt demand in their language and nodding at you, then the warrior made his way to you, looking down as if he was scared of you as he helped you down from the horse.

“He brought a witch here?!” your head shot up when you heard your language being spoken but the man had disappeared into the tent before you could see who it was. You heaved a sigh, shaking your head slightly and followed the men to another tent, where some girls were emptying for you. You sat down on the ground onto an animal fur, trying to ignore their whispers and rolled your shoulders to get rid of the stiffness.

Alright.

So it was obvious you wouldn’t get a bed then.

You watched the last girl in the tent walk out and leave you there alone, then groaned and lied down on your back, the exhaustion crashing down on you. You tried to see a vision, any vision to help you to see what would come next, but before you could even focus on it, the sleep crept up on you, pulling you into its warmth. Normally, your sleep would be full of terrors, so much that you were used to getting up at least two times a night, but this time, you saw absolutely nothing until someone shook you by the shoulder, making your eyes open. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the haze of the sleep and glared up at the tall man with the long blonde ponytail. He helped you up into a sitting position, then pulled the cloth out of your mouth, making you move your jaw to reduce the pain.

“So you’re the witch my brother brought here?” he asked you, crouching down to your level and you tilted your head, arching a brow.

“You are not scared of me, Viking?”

“No,” his answer was simple, “I don’t. Are you scared, witch?”

“Why would I be?” you asked, “Your people are not very strong, are they?”

“Your king doesn’t agree with you.”

“Compared to me,” you corrected yourself with a sly smile, “I can smell their fear, did you know that? It’s lovely.”

“We have your city,” he said, “Your king has fallen. We have you as a prisoner.”

A small laugh you couldn’t stop escaped from your lips, “Oh is that right?” you asked, “That is what you think? You have me as your prisoner?”

He scoffed and nodded at your tied up hands, “Are you blind?”

“Are you?” you asked back, “Such naivety. You are my prisoner, Viking. You, and your brother, and your people. I hold the ropes, not you.”

He clicked his tongue, “I think I liked you better when you didn’t talk,” he said before he put the cloth into your mouth and pulled you up so that you could stand. You glared at him, fuming out of your nose but let him steer you out of the tent to a bigger one which made you think it was Ivar’s tent. Your suspicion was confirmed when you stepped inside and saw the rest of his brothers in a deep conversation with him, but they stopped as soon as they saw you.

“She is very talkative.” The blonde one said and Ubbe shook his head slightly,

“Bjorn….”

“I doubt she holds any danger.”

“I’m sure she holds danger.” A strange man said, making you look at him, “A witch, Ivar?”

“She says I’m already cursed by her.”

“Then kill her.”

“Did you not hear me, Harald?” Ivar said, “She says I’m cursed. If I kill her, the curse will not be lifted,” he eyed him up and down, “I am assuming it is something you do not want. Or do you?”

“I’m not your enemy, Ivar.”

Bjorn rolled his eyes and Hvitserk looked between you,

“You’re sure you want to talk to her alone?” he asked and Ivar nodded, biting inside his cheek. You raised your brows as Bjorn took the cloth out of mouth again, then one by one they left the tent, until you were alone with Ivar. You looked around, then made your way to the table and pulled yourself a seat, ignoring Ivar’s puzzled glances.

“I didn’t say you may sit.”

“Nor did I say you may speak,” you stated, reaching out to grab a piece of meat and a cup of water. Ivar gawked at you for a while, then managed to pull himself together.

“A lot of people think I should kill you.”

“You may try. You would follow me fast.”

“Or lock you up somewhere.”

“I would wither,” you said, “So would you. All things considered, Ivar, you have more to lose than me.”

“Enlighten me.” He said slowly, as if humoring you and you narrowed your eyes, locking his gaze in yours with a small smile on your face,

“Do you know what would happen?” you said, “If you died, right now. In your sick bed. No glory, no battlefield, no Valhalla. Do you know what they would say?”

He stayed silent, not averting his gaze,

“You’ve created so many enemies for yourself,” you said, “If you fell sick, if they saw any weakness, they would attack you, and your land. You have a great army, you have ships, you have people’s nightmares working for you, but you are not the most terrifying thing in the world.” You shrugged, “The betrayal does not put distance between you and itself.”

“I will be betrayed?”

“Numerous times.”

“By my brothers?”

“By someone close,”

“But you will not tell me who?”

“No I will not.” You said, “I will help you when the time comes, though.”

Ivar gritted his teeth, his glare sharpening, “I could make you tell me with enough pain.” He growled, the threat laced in his voice and your head shot up, the fury spreading through you,

“Let me make myself clear,” your voice dropped, reminding you of a hiss, “I do not take threats kindly. You will show me respect. You will not tie me as if I’m a prisoner, as if I’m below anyone here. I am not here to be treated as such, I am more than what you and your swarm of savages can ever comprehend. Threaten me again;” you eyed him up and down, “And I shall squeeze your heart until darkness claims you. I shall make the shadows swallow you and your people, and there will be nothing left of you for people to remember, except your screams.”

Ivar stared at you as if that was the first time somebody was threatening him, making you lean forward on the table, your gaze unwavering.

“Do we understand each other, Ivar?”

He nodded slowly, a flash of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on crossing his eyes, then you grabbed your cup and raised it a little, smiling slightly.

It took him a moment to react. For a second, you thought he would refuse, he would order you to be taken outside, to your tent.

But for the first time, the words that left his lips weren’t an order or a threat.

“What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated your name as if he was trying it on his lips, “We do understand each other.”

Then he held up his own cup, and crashed it against yours.

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Maria-sama Ga Miteru, a blu-ray review

(Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit unprofessional blog post written by an unprofessional blog poster. All purported facts and statement are little more than the subjective, biased opinion of said blog poster. In other words, don’t take anything I say too seriously.) Just the facts 'Cause you're in a Hurry! Manufacturer’s Suggested Retail Price (MSRP): 99 USD How much I paid: 69.99 USD, the Pre Order price Animation Studio: DEEN Original Localizer: Nozomi Entertainment Licensed and Localized Currently by: Sentai Filmworks Audio: Japanese Audio with Subtitles Number of Episodes: 39 Episodes and 5 OVAs equaling a run time of 1237 Minutes. Length per Episode: 25 Minutes on average. 21 Without Intro and Ending song. Length per OVA: 50 Minutes on Average Number of Discs: 8 Blu Ray Discs Episodes per Disc: Seasons 1, 2 and 4: Episodes 1 through 9 on the 1st Blu-ray Disc. Episodes 10 through 13 on the 2nd Blu-ray disc as well as “Don’t Let Mother Maria Know”, funny ‘outtakes’ of the characters in Chibi From. Season 3: OVAs 1 – 3 on 1st Blu-ray Disc. OVAs 4-5 on 2nd Blu-Ray Disc. Aspect Ratio: 4:3 for Seasons 1 and 2. 16:9 for Seasons 3 and 4. Are there plans for a DVD release?: A DVD release of the series exists from Nozomi Entertainment. Does this come a digital voucher to redeem?: No. This only has the Blu-ray discs. Also on: HiDive, Sentai Filmwork’s Streaming Service. Bonus Features: Clean Opening Animation, Clean Closing Animation and “Don’t tell Mother Maria”, ‘outtakes’ of the characters in chibi form. Notable Localization Changes: Onee-sama, a popular phrase Yumi addresses Sachiko with, has been translated into “Dear Sister” (which is more or less the same thing). Honorfics such as –san or –sama have been omitted in the subs or changed. (For example, when a character refers to Sachiko as Sachiko-sama, the subs translate it into “Lady Sachiko”). Make of that as you will. My Personal Biases: I actually reviewed Marimite a long time ago on this site. I still hold fond memories of the show to this day.

My Verdict: A long running staple of the Shoujo genre and said to have kickstarted the Yuri trend that gave us Kannazuki no Miko, Strawberry Panic, Aoi Hana and Sasameki Koto, Maria-sama Ga Miteru still holds up to this very day. And thanks to Sentai Filmwork’s ability to print it on Blu-ray, now even newcomers can enjoy the quiet campus of Lilian Academy. Buy it! Maria Sama Ga Miteru, a blu ray review

“The Maidens who assemble in Mother Maria’s Garden have such angelic smiles that today, too, they pass through the tall gate. Their pure bodies and minds are wrapped in dark colored school uniforms. The pleats on their skirts shouldn’t be noticeable. Their while sailor collars should always be tidy. Walking slowly is preferred here. St. Lilian’s Academy is a Garden for Maidens.”

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Our Protagonist, Yumi Fukuzawa, is a freshman in St. Lillian Girls’ academy, an all-girls Catholic School. One day, while praying in front of the Virgin Mary, Mother Maria, someone comes up to her. It is none other than the school’s idol, Sachiko Ogasawara. While Sachiko fixes Yumi’s collar, Yumi’s friend, Tsutako, takes a photograph and blackmails Yumi to get the scoop. While Yumi goes to the Yamayuri council, which acts as the governing body for the school, Sachiko storms out of the room and trips on top of her. Sachiko attempts to make Yumi her petite Souer. Through the Souer system, upperclass girls can make a lowerclass girl their ‘sister’ by handing them a Rosary. If the underclass girl accepts, they become partners and look after each other until graduation. While seemingly innocent at first, the system can lead to all sorts of conflicts and misunderstandings but also joy and laughter. This is the story of how Yumi first accepts Sachiko’s Rosary and ends when she eventually bestows that rosary to another. I really love Yumi as a character. While she does act as the ‘ordinary outsider’ meant to be the audience Point of view character, there’s a charm to Yumi. She’s actually very quick on her feet, eager to help and very kind and friendly. She does make mistakes but there’s a very human quality and the small moments where she shines (initially rejecting Sachiko’s rosary, practicing her routine to impress the graduating Seniors, helping out during the school festivals, standing up to some rich snobs) that really makes her shine. (Though I will give some credit to Yumi as she manages to possess proper hand eye coordination and inner ear balance that her successors Himeko Kurusugawa and Nagisa Aoi seem to lack.) In some ways, Sachiko was the inspiration that lead to the creations of such characters such as Shizuru Fujino from My-Hime, Chikane Himemiya from Kannazuki no Miko and Shizuma Hanazono from Strawberry Panic. On the surface, Sachiko is a cold, stern and almost unbendable force of nature, bent on getting her way. However, slowly but surely, Yumi melts the icy exterior to find the human underneath. (It also helps that Sachiko occasionally is the butt of the joke at times, such as, being her first time at a fast food restaurant, she remembers to order correctly and pay the server, but forgets to pick up the food). Among my favorite characters is the adorably lovable Satou Sei, a senior of the school and the canon lesbian of the show. Sei is often flirtatious but also very humorous to boot. There’s a sort of fandom clash as many people ship Sei and Yumi together and Shimako and Sachiko together. (There’s the implication that if Sei had not picked Shimako to be her petite seour, she would have picked Yumi and Sachiko is jealous of that fact since she wanted to give Shimako her rosary first, but Shimako refused her). Rounding out the cast are Rei and Yoshino, a Kendo Senior and her sickly cousin who might switch the idea of a tomboy on its head and Touko, Sachiko’s cousin who’s prickly exterior might hide someone much more vulnerable and Noriko, a girl who might share a love of Buddhist statues the Shimako does. A lot of people cite Maria Watches Over Us (or Marimite for short) as the revitalization of the Class S genre, which focuses on romantic friendships between school girls. A lot of people have pointed out that the genre has had its fair share of negative stereotypes and doesn’t exactly portray a healthy or realistic relationships for young queer women. But, I’ve always stated I would rather have a problematic show that affects me emotionally over a well-meaning show that has a good social message but leaves me cold. Of course, the show is self-aware of its genre roots and occasionally pokes fun at it. (At one point, Yoshino does the ‘rich girl laugh’ with another person and all it does is draw unwanted attention from passerbys). If there’s definitely a weak spot to the series, it’s definitely the animation. Panning shots and freeze frames are all present here, but the direction is solid enough where you’re enjoying it even when you notice the stitches and seems. (It’s an early 2000’s show centering about the school lives of ordinary girls. What were you expecting, Darling in the Franxx?) Granted, Season 3 is when the animation quality (as well as the aspect ratio) picks up but even the older seasons are passable and enjoyable to watch. What sells the show isn’t necessarily the animation, but character interactions with one another. Those looking for Women Love Women relationships probably aren’t going to find it here, but it did lead to the inspiration for other works to tackle. Each movement, each subtle touch or facial reaction or slip of the tongue feels weighty. You can tell there’s so much more being said than what’s on the screen and the characters missing or picking up on those subtleties really is the highlight. Season 3 is where the show changes format from a half hour episodic series to an hour long OVA (Original Video Animation) format and they play out more like self-contained movies than a series of over-arching episodes. And yes, the blu-rays also include “Don’t let Mother Maria Know.”. These are a series of humorous shorts included with the original DVD releases that contain cartoonized versions of the characters engaging in very silly behavior and outtakes.

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After Nozomi Entertainment sold the rights off, Sentai Filmworks bought them and did a pretty good job localizing the show. The show contains no English Dub, but translates the Japanese text to pretty close to its original source material. One thing to note is the lack of honorfics. Honorfics are titles one refers to when addressing another person, like –san meaning Mr. or Ms. in English. “Onee-sama” is translated to “Dear Sister” while “Sachiko-sama” is translated to “Lady Sachiko”. (Though for some reason, Kashiwagi’s nickname for Sachiko, Sacchan, is kept in). CAVEAT: There’s the implication that Maria Watches Over Us feels dated in its depictions of girls’ relationships and class differences and promotes not quite so healthy relationships. But, had it not been for Studio DEEN and the characters of Yumi and Sachiko, we might have never gotten Himeko and Chikane or Shizuru and Natsuki or Fumi and Akira or Kazama and Sumika or Kase and Yamada or Touko and Yuu. Hell, even Flip Flappers did a parody of Marimite for an episode. With Nozomi Entertainment selling off the rights (as well as Seasons 2 and 3 DVDs being sold for outrageous prices), Sentai Filmworks has done the anime community a service by preserving this work and making it available to Western audiences. So, it all but depresses me to know that this great work will go unnoticed while the inevitable fans order the next Umaru merchandise instead. If you have enough of an attention span to watch a show that doesn’t have constant explosions, fanservice or attack names being shouted out, it’s definitely worth a look see. Of course, speaking as someone who binge watches Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure during his off hours, I enjoyed every bit I had with Maria-sama ga Miteru.

Verdict: Buy it!

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buckyos · 5 years ago

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Letters to Bucky 2

Summary; “A package is mailed to Bucky. It’s filled with what seems like hundreds of letters and photographs all to him. Memories and confessions of love are penned within those letters.”

Ship(s); Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings; lots of emotions and angst

Word Count; 734

Author’s Note; This is the second chapter of my series Letters to Bucky but it can also be read as a stand-alone. I really hope you like it even if it’s small. If you want to get tagged send me an ask. Thank you for reading.

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ι.My dear

ιι. My darling

Bucky was late for his usual run with Sam, so, the latter man decided to go and see why. When he knocked Bucky’s door, he didn’t get an answer, so he unlocked it slowly and he saw Bucky’s silhouette on the bed still sleeping. It was the first time he had been seeing the super-soldier sleeping so much and so peacefully, without any dreadful nightmares. He didn’t wake him up and went running alone.

Bucky slept more than his typical schedule. He knew he missed his run with Sam and was going to apologize but first, he wanted to eat something and then to find a silent place to read your letters.

He gathered some of them of the box and left quickly from the tower. He stopped at his preferred coffee shop.

It was small and cornered, the waiters were always kind and some of them remembered Bucky’s order by heart. It was always quiet and mostly filled with college students reading. After he ordered he sat comfortably in a table for two far from the door and started unpacking the letters from their envelops.

He drank a little from his coffee and started reading.

My darling,

Good evening my love. I hope that you’re secure and alive wherever you are. I’m doing okay. My friends are making me go out. I need some fresh air they say thoughtfully, I need you I’m always thinking.

I’m catastrophically in love with you Bucky. I miss you so dearly that sometimes I can’t get up from my bed.

Everyone is saying soothingly that you’re okay and alive, fighting the Nazis, if you weren’t, we would have known. I don’t know honey; I get a terrible feeling.

Stevie left as well. They made a serum that caused him to get in his best version. He’s tall and build now you would be in awe if you have seen him. He promised me that he would find you. I really hope he will. You two always were an amazing duo and you need each other. And I need you but right now you have to serve.

I detest people. Why do they have to make war, killing people and tear families apart? Tearing lovers apart.

You’re always on my mind. All our fond memories, everything we’ve done together. All the I love yous we have ever said, all our fights and the makeups after.

My mind is always occupied with thoughts of you. It’s like a constant replay of those days that we were having fun and laughing. Even of those that I was angry with you and I didn’t want to see your face but you always made me smile afterward.

And I don’t want to go out because every part of Brooklyn is a reminder of you and of how far away you are from me. So, honey if you ever thinking about me wherever you are, and wondering what it’s going on mind the answer is you. It’s always you. Everything is about you.

Please, please honey come back to me.

With plenty of love, Your best girl.

Now that he was reading your words, the sole thing that was on his mind was you as well. When he finished, he decided to go to Brooklyn. To all the places you were going together.

The first stop was the bridge park. Your first date was there, it was secluded and some corners were way out of people’s eyes so you could do whatever you desired.

He lied at your spot closed his eyes and allowed his mind to run free.

Bucky had no idea what was happening when someone is about to die but at that exact moment all his life with you were passing by his eyes.

He suddenly felt his face wet and sat up. A dog was licking him, and he must be had fallen asleep.

“Hey, buddy.” He smiled and stroked the adorable dog that after that it headed to its owner.

He had dreamed about you, and the thing is they felt real. He was touching you and caressing you and cherishing you again like he had never left. Being awake only reminded him that nothing of those were real and he was alone once again.

Bucky was lost at his thoughts once again and didn’t realize that he was being observed by someone.

Reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated! ❤️

next chapter ~ my heartbeat

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kpopshitposter · 5 years ago

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Selca ship please ~

Heya :D I'm here again! I enjoyed my idol life ship a lot (like... underrated groups yaaas I do Stan!) Anyway... lol...

I will love to have ships with SUPERM, A.C.E, VICTON, PENTAGON, SEVENTEEN & ATEEZ please ♡♡♡

I will let you know a little about me, in case you need it ~ I am a 99 liner and 169 cm tall, I am really motherly and usually take the leader role. I think I will be a difficult girlfriend somedays, because you know I have few dark days when I don't want to give a s**** about the world... but the rest of the time I am such a wife material. I promise I am modest haha just trying to be honest lol.

Thanks once more for your hard work and time ~ ♡ read you soon!

@julietgang

Hi again lovely!!!! I’m so glad you liked it!

Thank you for requesting and for your patience!!! I hope you and everyone you’re close to has been well.

SuperM

Baekhyun! He has the ability to turn every situation into a positive one. Whenever you feel down, or even on your most difficult days, he will always be able to put a smile on yourself and make you feel good again.

Your height difference:

A.C.E.

Jun! He will help you learn that it’s okay to let go sometimes, that it’s okay to let someone else take care of you. He will take any and every opportunity he can get to return all the little beautiful things you do for him, in small ways he always wants you to know that you’re a team, and you’re in all together.

Your height difference:

VICTON

Chan! With his loyalty, he will never give up on you, even on your difficult days. He will do whatever he can whenever he can to reassure you that he’s dedicated to you and loves every side of you. He goes to you for advice a lot and you are such a great comfort to him.

Your height difference:

Pentagon

Hui! You’re a power couple. You are a very accomplished pair of people separately, and together you achieve even more incredible things. Sometimes you’re both busy, but that doesn’t bother either of you. There’s a lot of respect and understanding between you two.

Your height difference:

SEVENTEEN

DK! You are low-key EXACTLY what he needs. You help him to be a better person, make better decisions, and just control himself all around. He’s your lil baby and he would do anything to make you proud.

Your height difference:

ATEEZ

Mingi! He loves that he can be anything and everything with you. He can be goofy and ridiculous, he can be needy, he can tough and determined. You flow well together, bouncing off of each other’s energy. You’re never bored together.

Your height difference:

#julietgang #answered #submission

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thesanguinerose · 5 years ago

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Week One Apprentice April Asks

I wanted to post the remaining asks for my boys, so here you go!

Questions already answered are linked. Also RIP to mobile users. I’m so sorry.

For Rory:

1. The Basics. What is your character’s name? How old are they? How tall are they? Skin color? Eye color? Hair color? Gender identification?

Riordan “Rory” Enda Tanner is 26 years old at the start of the game. He was born April 11 (Aries), and is trans (he/him only, please). He does identify as gay, though he has been known to have some wiggle room - rare as said wiggle room is. He stands at a towering 5’2” (though he wears heeled boots 99% of the time so really everyone sees him at….5’5”), is incredibly pale and rosy and freckled, has green eyes, and brown hair that’s usually pulled back into a ponytail or braid. Sometimes he leaves it down, though, and it is close to waist length. He likes to wear silver earrings (cuffed up to his cartilage), and his colors are Navy, Cream, and Silver. He made his own binder by developing a modified stay, though his build is slight enough that he doesn’t require it all the time. His general outfit is a white undershirt, with the sleeves rolled up, his modified stay, a navy vest/jerkin, and brown trousers and boots. Fairly simple and standard. Doesn’t garner much attention. He also cannot see very well and has circular spectacles. However, due to his clumsiness, Rory keeps them on a chain in case they fall from his face. Which they do. Frequently. (Further outfit info can be provided on request for pre-death/masquerade/etc purposes if interested!)

2. Love Interest. Who does your character love? What attracted them to that particular LI?

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3. Familiar. Does your character have a familiar? How did they meet?

Answered here

4. Hobbies. What kinds of things does your character like to do for fun?

He likes to sew. One of his passions is designing and sewing together outfits or finding fun ways to design practical clothing items. He makes all of his own clothing and post-game experiments with many different kinds and colors of fabrics. He also enjoys writing - mostly journal entries as he doesn’t want to forget any other aspect of his life from now on. Also enjoys horseback riding and general tomfoolery!

5. Hidden talents. Is there something neat that your character can do? Tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue? Say any word backwards perfectly?

SFW - He’s a very good dancer, though usually just when others aren’t looking. He is also a fan of sleight of hand tricks, using magic or just by being slippery.

…..he has some NSFW ones, but those are available upon request ^_^

6. Magical talents. Is there a specific type of magic that your character excels at? Any magic they aren’t so great at? Or do they actually shy away from magic altogether?

Rory has some natural talent and some learned. Naturally, he is adept with fire based magic, and prophetic divination, most of which is involuntary. He is also prone to emotional outbursts that result in items being broken/people being hurt. Learned, he excelled at alchemy, illusion, and magical theory. He likes the balance and physicality of alchemy, versus the creativity and freedom of illusion, and how they play into one another. Most of his learned magic was lost, but Asra retaught him a bit of it :)

7. Interaction. How does your character typically interact with people?

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8. Romance. What is something that your character and their LI love to do together? How do they show affection?

With Julian, they like to go on adventures. The more places they can go, the better. They are also both very good at surprising each other with events, gifts, vacations. Sometimes, just the simple things like making breakfast in the morning, or a comforting hug after a bad day. Rory primarily shows his affection with words and actions - he is very much a fan of telling people that he loves them and why, and wants to hug and touch as much as he can. He requires the same, though usually the words are the important part, especially as his insecurities show up. He just needs reassurance that he is loved, and he is glad to provide the same as is needed.

9. Travel. Does your character like to travel outside of Vesuvia? How often? For how long? What kinds of things do they do away from home?

Now he does. He was raised on a farm in a small village about a week’s travel southwest of Vesuvia. He ran away from home at 18, stayed briefly with his aunt in Vesuvia, went to school in Prakra for magic, then returned to Vesuvia to help his aunt with her shop. Up until his death, however, he stayed within the general city limits. Once he is brought back, he stays at home up through end-game. At that point, he and Julian travel all over the world, for months at a time, especially once they get Julian his own ship. They regularly travel to Nevivon and galavant across Prakra, but always return home to Vesuvia. Every trip means a new place that Rory hasn’t seen, and if Julian hasn’t been there, either, all the better!

10. WTF. Has anything just…weird ever happened to your character? Something that made them stop and go “What just happened?!”

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11. Crime. Has your character ever been arrested? If so, what did they do? Have they ever helped stop a crime?

He’s never been caught ;) See Question 10 for stopping crimes, though that hardly counts, doesn’t it?

12. Secrets. What is a secret that your character has? Are they in line for the throne in a far off land? Was there this one time at band camp…? Are they secretly involved in an assassin’s guild?

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13. Overcompensation. Is there something that your character just HAS to do better than anyone else? Or are they just that dang good without trying? If they see someone else showing off, what is their kneejerk reaction?

Answered here

14. Fight Club. Is your character a good fighter? What kind of skills do they have?

Answered here

15. The Arts. Is your character a creative type? What kinds of things can they create? Can they act? Street perform?

He can sketch! Not well, and not people, but he likes to sketch out landscapes and plants. Professional Doodler ;) He also does stage magic and sleight of hand for fun, and has been known to do some work down at the community theater. He can sing, but he’s a better dancer, preferring to let his body do the talking for him. Wishes he could play an instrument, but for everyone’s sake...best not to let him near one!

16. Goofy. Is your character a clown? Do they like to make people laugh?

Answered here

17. Language. Is your character multilingual? How many languages do they speak? Do they have an accent? Is it sexy? Is it silly? Do they have a multilingual lisp?

Answered here

18. Embarrassment. What is something really embarrassing that your character has done/said?

Honestly, when he first went to Prakra, he was a bit of a bumpkin. So just his overall reactions to being in a metropolis, plus his shy demeanor, led him to act in some embarrassing ways around people he wanted to befriend. In game, Rory is notoriously clumsy, not quite used to his limbs, like a young colt. He laughs off his embarrassment, now, at least!

19. Memory. Has your character gotten any of their memory back? If so, what? Did it change them?

Not properly. When he became strong enough, Asra gave Rory back his old journal, which documented Rory’s life from the ages of 16 to 22, when he died. Rory can’t read it for too long or, yes, the headaches start. So instead of getting his memories back, he just sort of re-reads what his life was from the point of view of someone that he...quite simply doesn’t relate to anymore. But it’s good for him to know, he thinks. To see what he was like, and to avoid making similar mistakes. It does inspire him to make his own journal, and to keep track of his days so he never loses another moment again.

20. Family. Talk about your character’s family. Who were they?

Answered here

For Riley

1. The Basics. What is your character’s name? How old are they? How tall are they? Skin color? Eye color? Hair color? Gender identification?

Riley Aeron Tanner is 24 years old at the start of the game. He’s a Virgo, born September 17th, and is cis, using he/him pronouns. Highkey a bisexual disaster who doesn’t quite know what to do with all the feelings he has, and also pretty oblivious to people liking him! He’s 6’2” and built like a brick shithouse, warm skin-toned, easy to tan, but still very clearly pale. He has brown eyes and dark brown hair, which he tries to keep short, but he’s not very good at cutting it, so it sometimes hits near chin length. He can be found wearing very practical clothing that makes it easy to move as he does a lot of stocking/lifting/errand running for the shop, as well as odd jobs around town. Also very earthy in his tones - lots of greens and browns and oranges! He’s also not incredibly hairy, but he does have a fair amount of body hair - including a full beard, which he tries to keep neatly trimmed. Unlike his brother, he can see without glasses, so any accessories would be practical - a bag, tools, and the like.

2. Love Interest. Who does your character love? What attracted them to that particular LI?

Answered here

3. Familiar. Does your character have a familiar? How did they meet?

Answered here

4. Hobbies. What kinds of things does your character like to do for fun?

He likes to play the lute, go for walks outside the city, and people watch. He’s definitely a people person and his favorite is going into the marketplace and just complimenting people on their wares, or drawing the animals he sees running around. And just being an all around good guy...Those are hobbies, right?

5. Hidden talents. Is there something neat that your character can do? Tie a cherry stem into a knot with their tongue? Say any word backwards perfectly?

Answered here

6. Magical talents. Is there a specific type of magic that your character excels at? Any magic they aren’t so great at? Or do they actually shy away from magic altogether?

Honestly, Riley isn’t good at magic at all. He’s never shown an affinity for it, and it’s never been that big a deal to him. In his canon, Rory dies when Riley is 15, and so he pursues magic as a way to honor him, even if it’s hard. He gains an affinity for Green Magic and enjoys tarot, but he still isn’t particularly good at either of them. After he is brought back, of course, this changes, and his magical powers develop very quickly.

7. Interaction. How does your character typically interact with people?

He. Loves. People. He’s like a big puppy - loud and excited, kind and helpful, constantly the life of the party. He tries to help people in need whenever he can, and if he ends a conversation with the other person grinning, then he has succeeded! Generally well liked, but not smug or rude about it. He’s just a good dude!

8. Romance. What is something that your character and their LI love to do together? How do they show affection?

With Portia, they like to go on adventures together either in real life, or in their books. He likes it when she reads to him, and he likes to read to her. He likes to surprise her with events and little shows of physical affection - neck kisses, spinning her around, humming into her ear, massages after a long day. He likes to doodle her - though he is so upset that he can’t catch her likeness in his stick figures, not properly. Riley also serenades her - out in public or in the privacy of their home - doesn’t matter!

9. Travel. Does your character like to travel outside of Vesuvia? How often? For how long? What kinds of things do they do away from home?

He doesn’t travel very often. He’s stayed in Vesuvia since he moved there at 15, so I guess you could say he’s a bit of a homebody. He will travel occasionally, especially if Portia wants to, and is open to adventure, but it doesn’t occur to him to leave unless someone else suggests it.

10. WTF. Has anything just…weird ever happened to your character? Something that made them stop and go “What just happened?!”

Answered here

11. Crime. Has your character ever been arrested? If so, what did they do? Have they ever helped stop a crime?

Riley is generally pretty lawful good, though in both Rory and Riley’s canons, he does take up with a small militia to fight some of Lucio’s men. I suppose that was a crime, though I would argue the validity of that claim. He’s stopped a robbery or two in the past, but he generally tries to stay out of trouble.

12. Secrets. What is a secret that your character has? Are they in line for the throne in a far off land? Was there this one time at band camp…? Are they secretly involved in an assassin’s guild?

Answered here

14. Fight Club. Is your character a good fighter? What kind of skills do they have?

Yes. He can punch, he can throw, he can swordfight - He’s just very good at fighting. In canon, he is a practiced fighter, and in most AUs, he has done boxing or wrestling in addition to weightlifting. Boy can Fight!

15. The Arts. Is your character a creative type? What kinds of things can they create? Can they act? Street perform?

Answered here

16. Goofy. Is your character a clown? Do they like to make people laugh?

Answered here

17. Language. Is your character multilingual? How many languages do they speak? Do they have an accent? Is it sexy? Is it silly? Do they have a multilingual lisp?

Answered here

18. Embarrassment. What is something really embarrassing that your character has done/said?

Asra tried to tell Riley he loved him once before Riley’s death, and Riley just said, “Oh, wow, buddy! I love you too!” because he didn’t realize what Asra meant. Once he did realize, it was deeply embarrassing for both of them and Riley felt really bad about it.

19. Memory. Has your character gotten any of their memory back? If so, what? Did it change them?

He hasn’t. But maybe it’s better to forget, y’know? He can move forward instead of looking back on what he lost.

20. Family. Talk about your character’s family. Who were they?

See Rory’s answer for most of this. The only difference is the dynamic. Riley was raised as the “perfect” child in contrast to the abuse Rory faced, and so developed a weird complex around being “perfect”. He was spoiled, though did not want to be, and was uncomfortable with it. He also looked up to his older brother like he was made of everything good in this world - Riley wanted so much to be like Rory.

#apprenticeapril #long post #rory redacted #riley redacted #i'm so sorry this is so long #and the formatting probably got messed up #al;skjflajd #the arcana game #uhhhh #have fun with these

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 6 years ago

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Rewatching Syren

The little mermaid is my favourite ondertale episode

What kind of dystopia do these poor Parisians live in where stuff like this is happening even when there aren’t akuma attacks going on??? ignore Pocahontas in the corner okay that’s just the Disney Channel thing, the sequel sucks anyway

Uh just a warning. So, I know in these rewatching ml posts I always harp on about Kimax this, Kimax that, Kimax Kimax Kimax. But the truth is that after 2 seconds of seeing Ondine onscreen I already wanted her to marry Kim so be prepared for me screeching over Kimdine a lot in this thing okay, I am TRASH and I’m not even sorry about it

How much do you wanna bet Kim has broken every single one of these rules multiple times

HE PINNED HIS TOWEL TO HIS SHOULDERS LIKE A CAPE, HE’S SUCH A DORK I LOVE HIM???

I love Ondine so much too, she’s basically buff freckly Ariel and she’s so cute oh my god freckles for days

Okay so the sign’s in a bunch of different languages and I’m 99% sure Kim has ignored it many, many times

He didn’t put his goggles on when he went underwater, and actually neither of their swimming caps cover all their hair ugh they’re both disasters, I love them

She’s BLUSHING and everything how does Kim not notice this??? He’s all like “oh that boy you like must be so dumb lol” well yeah Kim, yeah HE IS

Can I gush for a second about Ondine’s design?? They actually made her look like a swimmer, like with big shoulders and arms everything, and she’s fairly tall, and she’s got freckles everywhere (at least 40 on her face alone, I counted) and thick eyebrows and it all just makes her super GORGEOUS like yes can we get more character designs like these please?? (And KIM OH MY GOD LOOK AT YOU you’ve got it bad and you don’t even realize skdjfhksjdhkj)

Oh btw Ondine’s bracelet is 023 and Kim’s is 024, in case you wanted some useless information

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: we, as a fandom, are sleeping on the fact that Kim can stick his toe in his ear and that Ondine thinks it’s cute and this is actually a canon thing that is canon

He even passes her the notebook with his feet?? Sometimes I wonder what she sees in him but then I remember I want to adopt him so like, there must be something

Reason #3274598347 why Kimdine are a great couple: they really must trust each other a hell of a lot considering they literally have a game where they spill their secrets to each other, like, they’re already close friends and know so much about each other and oh okay I may be using this rewatching post to just gush about my fav underrated canon otp oops

He still likes Chloé at this point? Really?? Really??? (And he’s just gonna casually leave the pool before knowing for sure that the animal attack is over? I guess he just expects to be able to outrun those panthers huh)

SHE EVEN DREW HEARTS ON IT AND EVERYTHING, THAT’S SO ADORABLE??? KIM PLEASE NOTICE HER OKAY I WILL PERFORM THE MARRIAGE CEREMONY MYSELF

In the English dub at this point he literally calls her a “little mermaid”, huh maybe that Pocahontas icon in the corner isn’t totally irrelevant after all (also he implies this is nowhere near the first time Ondine has tried to confess her feelings, so basically Kim can join Adrien in the “she’s just a friend” club)

RENA’S BAAAAAAACK AHHH I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE HER AGAIN, ALYA GETS TO BE A HERO AGAIN AND I’M SO PROUD

That eyeliner

Grumpy Chat gives me life okay, it’s so funny to me for some reason

Uh... it’s not just me who thinks Rena looks really, really pale, is it?

Alya just straight-up flirts with Ladybug, she’s not even being subtle

WHEN ONDINE CRIES I CRY

The lifeguard doesn’t even wait a second when Syren turns up, he just starts running, what a mood

MARKOV IS BACK!!! MY LIL ROBOT BABY!!! And Max too, I’m always glad to see him

I genuinely want to watch Mecha Monkey vs Cyber Shark 3 though

Kim’s hair really Did That

Question: did Markov need a ticket?

Look at Kim in the background being sad that Chloé didn’t show up omg

Tfw the guy you like is so oblivious that you cry enough to flood an actual city

WHY ARE ALL KWAMIS ALWAYS SO ADORABLE *flips table*

I’m actually really proud of Marinette, she’s been put into such a tough situation where she wants to tell Chat Noir the truth but isn’t allowed, and she’s trying to do something to change that because she trusts him and understands his frustration

Mmmmm cronchy

This lil elephant decor got me thinking, how cool would an elephant miraculous be?

This poor boy is just sitting alone being emo when he’s attacked by the floods

HNSDFJSHDNFJSHDF I’M NOT OVER THIS

I’m not Plagg or anything but that stuff genuinely sounds really good okay

My little brother’s reaction to Plagg hyperventilating into a sock was “big mood” and honestly? Tea

CLASSMATES!!! Nino getting a slight amount of screentime!! Good stuff

What’s Max up to? “Psst Markov, do you think Kim will ever love me?” He looks sad okay I wanna give him a hug

Ah yes, my favourite companies, “Cinema Productions” and “Film Studio”

Alya clinging onto Nino!!!

An interesting thing is that while Syren is one of the nicest (if not THE nicest) akuma villains, I’m pretty sure she has the highest death toll by far. Tidal waves and mass flash-flooding in a major city?? Thousands and thousands of people have gotta be dead and you know it, like imagine if she’d accidentally killed Kim too, that would have been awkward

Marinette and Alya being heroes and making sure everyone got out okay omg, they’re heroes even without the mask

There really are not many survivors up on these rooftops, are there...

Kim is just on another level of Iconic entirely??? Paris is flooded with his future bae’s tears and he puts on a swimming cap and goggles (which he doesn’t use) and immediately leaps into the water, and then tells Markov (who is a tiny robot and allergic to water) to learn to swim like a frog, what even goes through his brain

THEIR FACES AKJFHKSDJHFSKJDHKG

*dun dun dun dun dun dun DUN DUN DUN DUN*

“KIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!!!!” Here is the mandatory Kimax part of the rewatching post -- Max is so worried for Kim??? He’s the first one to react and the only one to like, properly react??? Ugh my multishipper heart

The fact that Alix went to look means either she does at least slightly care about Kim, or she’s just super hyped to watch him drown, and I’m not sure which is funnier tbh she’s so fake though unlike Alya she just stands there not even trying to look

Me trying to row anything, ever

Alix has one single line in the entire episode and as usual, it’s the BEST line

*physically restrains myself from making a Shape of Water reference because it’s been done so many times by now*

My small brother laughs a lot at this scene because he says it reminds him of the time Chat Noir put a bowl on Prince Ali’s head and now I can’t unsee it

This hurts me in my soul okay, she wants to tell him but she caaaaaan’t

Huh, Fu managed to get a lot of stuff up on the roof with him, how’d he have time for that?

Lemme just cover my nonexistent ears for a sec

The best thing about this scene is that all the jokes Marinette tells aren’t even funny, I’m honestly cackling with laughter

AQUATIKKI. AQUATIC. I ONLY JUST GOT THAT OMG

Also?? These new costumes??? I love them holy moly

Fu has cobra venom... bro... listen I researched that stuff for a certain fic and uh you don’t want that stuff lying around, trust me, it is NOT A PLEASANT WAY TO GO

I know my first reaction to this should not be laughter, but it’s just so funny seeing Adrien being bratty for once okay this is g r e a t, ah yes Paris being FLOODED and UNDER ATTACK is a very good time to take off your ring

Heartfelt Plagg!!! I love him

So uh... if Kim is Syren’s prince... does that make him... Prince Kim... AHEM ANYWAYS that throne she made for him is so cute and I can’t believe he doesn’t even care that he got kidnapped by an akuma villain ‘cause hey, it’s a hot shredded mermaid therefore Kim’s a scalie and it’s CANON

So he’s all like “I’ve never seen a siren at the pool before??” which means that 1. He doesn’t realize she’s an akuma villain, he just genuinely thinks she’s a siren who actually lives in Paris, and 2. he knows what a siren is and doesn’t put 2+2 together that this particular siren has chosen him as prey and is luring him into staying underwater with her forever

I legit think about this scene every single day. The writers were probably like “okay so we need a mermaid episode, which kid in the class would be most likely to be seduced by a m-- KIM. IT WOULD BE KIM.” He’s just realized this freckly fish is Ondine and that she’s in love with him and just... hhhh I have a lot of feels it’s like 1am okay

He wants to be a merman so that he can swim fast, that’s so Kim of him I’m in tears omg, Syren doesn’t even care she’s just being a creepy fish with 100 freckles on her face (I counted) tempting him into staying with her at whatever cost

Asjdhskdjhfksjd he KNOWS she’s an akuma villain and still wants to kiss her?? Well to be fair Ondine’s evil yandere mersona is very pretty and Kim never really uses his brain for thinking, so... yeah

“Okay so I want to kiss u but I also wanna watch this movie DO U SEE MY DILEMMA” I love his reasoning so much

My exact reaction on seeing Ladybug’s new outfit

Look how happy she is to see Chatfish in his new costume!! Bless them both tbh, I’m a lil sad we didn’t get to see Aqua-Plagg though, how amazing would that have been

Kim geeking out over their costumes is not only such a mood but also it’s adorable and oh shoot I ship him with Ladybug too, I have too many Kim ships I swear

HE LOOKS SO SAD WHEN HE’S TALKING ABOUT HOW ONDINE GOT AKUMATIZED?? I’m like 99% sure at this point he’s realized he likes her too and probably feels so bad about unknowingly causing her to be upset enough to get akumatized omg my HEART okay I should stop endlessly gushing over Kimdine now shouldn’t I

“You wanna know my secret???” Okay wait, was he... was he about to stick his toe in his ear in front of Ladybug

Oooh do French numberplates actually do this thing? like, have numbers on top of each other like that? That’s pretty interesting

I work at a doctor’s surgery and I can tell you now, even Master Fu’s handwriting is more legible than half the stuff I have to decipher written by those darn doctors

ERBAL EDARIUM

I wonder what would happen if Tom actually ate one of those

You gotta love how unsubtle that Frozer foreshadowing is

For the first time in the episode, she’s actually wearing her goggles!

The fact that he asks her out?? Using their secrets game?? Is just so sweet?? They just care about each other so much look at them?? Ugh just get married already you freaking scalie disaster jocks

I know Nathalie’s sorting out a schedule but it kiiiinda looks like she’s playing Tetris lol

UHHH HEY MASTER FU?? QUICK QUESTION, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ADRIEN’S CHINESE TUTOR?? HE’S NOT... SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES... IS HE?

YEAH ME TOO ADRIKINS, I’M HELLA SUSPISH

On the one hand Gabe yelling at Nooroo makes me want to punch him, but on the other hand he’s literally asking outright how to become a mermaid

THERE’S AQUA-PLAGG!! YES!!! I know this end card was more cringey originally and they changed it, but it’s still cringey ngl

(And idk where else to put this but fun fact: there’s a Septimus Heap book called Syren and it’s rly good, it doesn’t have any fishybugs and chatfish in it but it’s good)

#kimdine is a WONDERFUL ship you guys are just cowards #miraculous ladybug #random stuff #rewatching ml #next up: frightningale

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zendozebra · 6 years ago

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All the Time in the World Chapter 16

Murata Ichigo was always told that he would serve the Time Stopper. That it was his birthright. A privilege. He was always told, “Obey his commands without question, and you will be rewarded.” He had seen his father commit terrible, horrible acts, senselessly. Torture for trivial amounts of information or money, and murder for even less. To Ichigo, the Time Stopper was an enigma; a man who created chaos for little to no reason, and didn’t even seem to care about it. He had always imagined a large, imposing man, that would take those who wronged him and turn them into twisted creations of flesh and blood. He was supposed to be a barbarian, a brute, one who had been allowed to live for over a hundred years while maintaining the prime of his youth, and would use that decades-old wisdom to torment those he despised. All he truly knew was that the man was meant to be feared and respected, and praised by both his father and Ichigo himself. So imagine Ichigo’s surprise when Time Enough was revealed to be a simple man, lean and muscular instead of large and towering with mass. He wasn’t even all that tall, either, just average height at most. He spoke oddly, like a man who cared too little and too much all at the same time, but his eyes were dull and dead. The eyes of someone who was bored. There were no light in his eyes, and they were often glazed over and unfocused. Ichigo’s father told him that their master was sick, that he’d lost what had given him his light. He’d gone to a bad place, and was trying and failing to bring himself back. He had been alone, all alone, for a long, long time. But Ichigo’s father was in no place to argue against the master’s wishes, for that was the vow he’d taken. Obey, and be rewarded. He was certainly rewarded, as Ichigo’s father had never once complained about money or food. Majima-sama had once asked for Ichigo to be brought to him, so there the boy kneels before the villain, barely 9 years old. His father stands to the side, nervously watching the master stare down the child. There were bottles upon bottles of liquor covering the floor, and the curtains were drawn shut, casting the room in a smothering layer of shadows. He held a cigarette between his fingers, and smoke curled through the air that surrounded him. The Time Stopper stood up, taking the pistol from the table beside him. He bent down in front of Ichigo, who looked up into the eyes of his so-called master. The words of his father echoed in his mind as the Time Stopper held the gun out to the boy. ‘Obey his commands without question, and you will be rewarded.’ Time Enough handed the boy the gun, and he gave his command. “Kill yourself.” So, without question, Ichigo placed the barrel into his mouth and pulled the trigger. He was thrown to the ground as the bullet pierced the ceiling, and Time Enough’s laughter echoed throughout the room, loud and deep. The elder Murata sighed in relief, giving Ichigo a small smile and a proud nod. “Holy fuck kid, you’re the best.” The master managed to say through his howls of laughter, “People will- Oh god I’m crying- People will usually punk out, but no, man, if you’re a fucking true believer, and you fucking believe in Majima, you kill yourself with no hes-” At this point he devolved into a mess of giggles and tears. It took the man a good few minutes to calm down, but when he did, he looked at Ichigo with a soft smile. “You know, I like your moxie, kid. I think I’m gonna help you out a bit. Got any plans for the future, little guy?” “Only to follow the path you lay out for me, Majima-sama.” “Then use your fuckin’ imagination, kid. In a world where I didn’t exist, what would you like to do for a living?” Ichigo looked at his hands, glowing softly as fire licked the tips of his fingers. “My mother was an udon ch-” “Cooking school. Got it.” The master looked over at Ichigo’s father, “Send him off, Murata. I’ve got a few ideas for what he can do, but he’s gonna need his training first. Also…” He kneeled down in front of Ichigo, “I noticed that quirk of yours… I see a lot of potential. Keep training it, but don’t let anyone know the extent of your power. Always keep an ace up your sleeve.” The master looked away, turning back to his father to talk about plans, but Ichigo had seen it. A faint little twinkle of something in the man’s dark eyes. Maybe he would regain that light one day, but not for a long, long time.

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Majima walked into the restaurant, a hostess catching sight of him and immediately sitting him down at a table near the back of house. She handed him the menu, and offered him some wine, but he waved her off, asking for some soda instead. As with every visit to Othello, he had to take a moment to take in just how opulent and elegant his best worker’s establishment was. He took a look around, noticing that the owner had changed the three tapestries on the walls since his last visit. No longer did the walls show a choir of 4 angels, the temptation of 2 of them, and how the tempted 2 were damned, while the untempted 2 were allowed to ascend. Instead they now showed a Lovecraftian monster fighting a large knight, the monsters defeat at the hands of the knight, and- “Oh my, now isn’t this a pleasant surprise, Majima-sama. What brings a man of your stature to my humble little restaurant?” The old, hunched-over form of Murata Ichigo made his way over to Majima, looking every bit like the grandfather he was at heart. Still running his beloved restaurant at the age of 99, this was the man who’d worked for Time Enough for almost 90 years, now, and had been unquestionably loyal throughout that time. Yet at the same time… “Oh, cut the shit, Murata. Humble my ass, you have a fucking crystal centerpiece not 20 meters from us. How’s the family coming along?” Murata sat down, smiling kindly at the waitress who brought a glass of water for him, along with Majima’s coke. “Oh, just fine, sir. My son is getting ready to take over for me, and my great grandson is doubling his training regime. He’s aiming to get into Shiketsu High School, you know, and I know he’ll make a great hero.” Majima raised an eyebrow at that. “Hero training? Won’t that be a little, ya know, counter productive? He’ll know exactly where to look to out you to the public, and we both know that Iwasaki and Ishii aren’t exactly made to replace you. Hell, I don’t even think your son is made to replace you.” “Well, we must make do with the best we have, sir. Besides, who am I to tell my family what they can or can’t do. I know that somewhere down the line, Hori-kun will meet you, and you will find a way to convince him to keep quiet.” “You know that I am more than willing to beat your little Hori-kun into submission, right?” “Then I hope he trains hard enough to survive you, sir.” Majima laughed, remembering just why he’d always liked Murata more than the others. He understood what loyalty was, unlike Iwasaki, who he was starting to believe was planning against him. Other than that, Ishii had always been a bit… Bland. Sure, he was a good worker, and he listened to Majima fine enough, but he didn’t stand out all too much. It’s just a shame that Ishii’s position within the Hero Billboard Chart Japan offices is too valuable for Majima to just fire him. Murata had that air of a man who’s accomplished every goal he’s made for himself, which is true, since that goal was usually just “Follow Majima Kokiri”. “We have a lot to discuss, Murata. Let’s take this to your office.” Majima got out of his seat, walking past the old man and towards the door that had a golden plaque with Murata’s name on it. Murata followed after him, worrying in his grandfatherly way, “Majima-sama, weren’t you going to order a meal?” He tittered, “We can always prepare it for you to take it with you, sir. We’ve hired a new chef since your last visit, and I know you want to try his steak recipes!” “No, I’m good. I have my whole day planned out, and it’s bad luck to go against a plan before it’s fallen apart. We have a lot to talk about, and we need to get started.” “You know, sir, a plan never survives contact with the enemy.” “I’m not facing any enemies today, Murata. Only friends, and maybe a few of my students, if everything goes my way.” Majima lets Murata sit down on his own chair. Unlike with Iwasaki, Murata knows his place in this little group of his, so asserting dominance is unnecessary. Plus, the chair is padded in a way to help Murata’s back, so it’d be rude to take that away from him. “Alright, first things first, I hope you’ve gotten in contact with Ueno’s boys already. They’re not quite as good as their father was, but they’ve got the connections needed to get the shit we’re looking for, all the high-yield stuff. For the smaller stuff that I’ve got Iwasaki looking for, they’ll be able to help him out.” “Already done, Majima-sama. Ueno Jun and Ueno Len have already provided Iwasaki with the sidearm you requested along with both shotguns, and have shipped all of the ammo for it, as well as all of the shells. They tell me that they’re having trouble finding the dragon breath shells, as well as everything to do with the high-caliber rifles. They’re proving to be quite elusive, sir.” “Then I guess Iwasaki is just waiting to get everything together before he gives me a call. How about you? Your guys find anything yet?” “It’s only been a few days, sir, so the only thing we’ve gotten our hands on are the frag grenades and the lower tiered alkaline metals. The rest of the explosives will take a bit more time to acquire.” “You have until after the provisional license exams. I don’t want any major problems to get in the way of seeing what my students can do when their skills are really put to the test.” “That reminds me, Majima-sama. Why is it you’re teaching at UA, exactly? Care to put an old man’s mind at ease, sir?” Murata gave Majima a cheeky grin, making him scoff a bit, though he did smile. “Knock it off, you shit-bag. The reason I’m going to create to get you off of my back is that teaching at UA gives me an insight into the heroes movements, allowing me to plan around my enemies.” “But the real reason, sir?” “They’re good people, and they have a lot of potential. They plan to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals, and I can respect that. I want to see where it is they’re headed, and where they’ll end up. Aimi was a hero, way back when, and a few of them remind me of her. Plus, some small part of me wanted to spite Akira in any way I could, so, you know…” Murata nodded, understanding what Majima was trying to say. “Perhaps we should get back to the plan, sir. I believe you said that you had plans for today? We wouldn’t want to let you wander too far off schedule.” “Yeah, alright. Where were we? The prison, yeah. Tartarus is going to be heavily guarded, that’s not too big a problem. Guards I can deal with. Heroes are going to create factors I’d rather not deal with. They’ll make going in and out of Time Stop a bit more complicated than I’d like. To make sure that as many eyes as possible are looking away from the prison, we need to set you up around UA, put you in one of the buildings near the school. We’ll set up your Sun directly above the school, keep eyes off of me. Only shoot your shit when you think everyone is calming down, and only aim for the buildings. If you hit any of the students, you’ll have to explain yourself to me. But, if you see a guy with blonde hair wearing leather, then feel free to take a few pot shots. I’m still bitter about that time he spilled coffee all over my lecture notes. Ended up giving out confidential information that Nezu got mad at me for.” “They’ll search the area, sir. What should I do should they barge into whatever building I’m in?” “You’re old, Murata. We’ll move all of your stuff in, set it up like you live there. Whatever happens, don’t let Eraserhead use his quirk on you. Act old and senile, and if you have to, get angry at all these youngsters barging into your house. You never updated your Quirk Registry, right?” “I’m still registered with a weak fireball quirk, sir.” “Good, good. Alright, well, I’ve got shit to do today. Make sure you call Ueno’s boys, make sure Iwasaki’s keeping up on his shopping list. I’m gonna head out.” Majima turned and left, walking out of the back room and onto the main floor of the restaurant, with Murata following a few meters behind him. “Yo, I’m stealing a bottle of wine by the way.” Majima called back, grabbing a bottle from the rack as he walked by and startling the waiter that had been taking an order nearby. “What is mine is yours, sir, you know this. But I was under the impression that you were a sober man now, trying to be better. For your students, if I remember correctly?” “Well, more for three students, if I’m completely honest. Ibara has those weird beliefs about alcohol or whatever, but Iida and Yaoyorozu had started to give me shit for it. Plus, I’ve been thinking about Kori a lot. Don’t think she’d want her old man to be drinking as much as I was. Besides, the bottle’s not just for me, I’m sharing it with a pretty lady tonight.” “A lady?” Murata had a confused look on his face. “I was unaware that you’d begun dating again sir, but…” He looked down for a moment, and Majima turned around to check why he’d stopped talking. When he brought his head up, a wide smile was covering his face, like a child coming face to face with their favorite hero, or just Izuku whenever Yagi walked into the room. “Well, I’m just so happy that you’re finally letting yourself be happy again, sir! You’ve been so sad for so long, the whole time I’ve ever known you. I’m so, so happy that you’re doing this for yourself, sir! Getting back into the game, as you used to tell me!” Majima looked away, growing uneasy with just how happy Murata was. He was always trying to look out for the time stopper. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get back to work, Murata, I need you to be quick with that shopping list. The longer we wait, there’s a higher chance that Akira might try to pull something.” With that said, Majima time stopped his way back to his apartment, closing the door behind him and throwing his coat onto his couch, right next to a Uraraka. He moved into the hallway, pulling his shirt off and closing the bathroom door and started warming up the water. Seriously, over 200 years and they still couldn’t get showers to start off with hot water? That’s probably the only thing he’d been looking forward to during eternity. He set his phone to play some music while he took a shower, something light and jazzy, he’s trying to stay in a good mood, after all. He hopped right i- He turned the water off, put his pants back on and walked back out and into his living room, eyeing the brunette sitting on his couch. He pointed a finger at her, saying “You better hope the school doesn’t have your parents’ phone number on record girl, cause I will be giving them a call about this.” “Wait wait wait, Majima-sensei, please hear me out!” She exclaimed, hopping off of his couch and waving her arms about. Her face was bright red, almost stammering her words as Majima backed away from her. “You stay far the fuck away from me, girl! This already looks bad enough if someone else were to barge in here. Speaking of, how the hell did you even get in here? The only people who have a key are Nezu, Iida, Midoriya and myself. Which of them gave you their key?” “A-Actually, sensei, Nezu-sensei gave me my own key. He told me it was to ‘Pay him back for running away from his responsibilities like a child’.” “That asshole!” Majima yelled, but he quickly took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Today was not the day for this shit, that’s for sure. “Look, just… Just what do you want?” “Is there… Do you happen to know a place that is willing to hire me for a part time position? Money has been a little tight, lately and Nezu overheard me talking to Deku-kun and Iida-kun about it. He gave me a key to your apartment and told me to wait for you to get back.” “Yeah, for future reference, don’t do that. Part time, huh? Whatever, not my place to ask why, not that I care, but I can set you up with a restaurant gig, how’s that? I just got back from talking to one of my guys, owns that place down on Shikifuku Street, high-end place, classy. I’ll get your number off of Midoriya, and I’ll have my guy call you. Now get out, I have a busy day today.” She surprised him by beginning to perform a rapid series of bows, saying thank you over and over in a way that reminded him of Izuku. Finally, after about a minute of this, Majima had enough and just kicked her out. “Oh, shit, uh, when you get back to the dorms, tell Sato to start preparing a little chiffon cake for me, I need it for a date later. Tell ‘im I’ll pay for it.” With a nod of her head she was off, leaving him alone to finally take a shower. When he finished up, he used a towel to wipe away the fog in the mirror, and set about doing something he hadn’t done in 200 years- Trimming his hair and cleaning up his beard. Majima’s not an idiot, he knows that he looks like a homeless man most of the time, but today is about putting your best foot forward, and god damnit, he’s going to look nice for once. Who care if his body resets later tonight, he only has to look good for one day. 30 minutes later, his hair was a tad bit shorter and his face was completely clean shaven. He left the bathroom, putting on a black dress shirt and his best pair of slacks. He glanced at the full length mirror he had on the wall, catching sight of himself. He thought he looked good, even Kayama would probably say so, and god knows she has her tastes. He grabbed his jacket and left, heading to a small soba place down the street. He picked up some hayashi chuka, since hot noodles had always given her a stomach ache. Plus, ordinary cold soba was too cheap for what he had planned, and he’d finally snuck into Nezu’s office to grab all of his paychecks. As a result, he had money to throw around, meaning he was gonna get the best of everything he needed. Good thing Murata’s place was so high class, cause the wine he grabbed wasn’t cheap. He’d even gone so far as to buy some nice crystal wine glasses for later. See, no one can try to say that Majima wasn’t making an effort. He walked back onto the UA campus, passing an irritated Aizawa as he trained that purple kid from the sports festival. That reminded him of something he’d been talking to Kayama about, should he get an apprentice? Aizawa had the purple kid, Yagi had Izuku, hell even Yamada had been eyeing Aoyama. Should he take a student under his wing, show them all about villainy? Maybe, we’ll see. He got to the 1-A dorms and looked around for Sato, finding him in the kitchen just putting the finishing touches on the cake. He paid Sato 5,000 yen for the cake, overpaying a bit because he was in a good mood. He packed away the cake, and nodded happily when he decided that he had everything he’d need for his date. He left the dorms, walking to the train station, not wanting to use Time Stop and walk the whole way to the park. The train took about 30 minutes, and Majima was careful to not jostle his bags too much, lest he break the wine bottles or glasses. Without those, his entire plan is going to fall apart, and he’d be sorely tempted to cry. Well, not real- Yeah, no, really. He’s trying really hard, it would probably be worth a few tears. He hopped off of the train, checking his phone to check the time and continued down the street, heading towards the park. Majima passed a few little fields where children were running around and playing games, and he had to duck to avoid getting hit in the head with a soccer ball. He finally got to where he was headed, pushing past those big iron gates, wincing when they screeched open. That really hammered a few things home. Just how long has it been? He carried his bags down the gravel path, passing a few people here and there, but the park was an old one, very old, so there weren’t too many that he had to worry about. Mostly small families, trying to teach their little ones a bit of family history and whatnot. Majima was heading to the farthest part of the park, all the way towards the back, so he knew he wouldn’t have to deal with any of them. Still, knowing they were around put him on edge. Where there were people, there was the opportunity for crime time funzies, and with crime time funzies came heroes. With heroes came the cops, then investigations, then blah blah blah, you get the point. He didn’t want to deal with that today. He walked for about 20 minutes, the air around him growing colder as night grew closer. He looked up, guessing he had about another 15 minutes before the last of the sun’s light fell over the horizon. That was fine, he only needed just enough time to get them all set up. Eventually, he arrived at the very back of the park, where trees were wide and the grass tall. The benches scattered here and there were old, even older than he was, and were rusted and rotted, falling apart with age. The gravel path had become cobblestone, and the tall rocks that surrounded him were crumbling away. Except for one, though, standing tall, proud, and polished against the dreariness around it, and that’s where his date was waiting for him. He smiled, and laughed as he ran the last few meters to meet here. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you. You wouldn’t believe the day that I’ve had, let me tell you. I had to visit Murata, make plans for murder, you know how that usually works out, then I had to get one of my students a job- Oh, it’s been nonstop all day.” He sat down, looking at the sunset before he started unpacking his bags. “It’s been awhile since we’ve done this, so I made sure I got you your favorite.” He put one of bowls of hayashi chuka on the ground in front of him, before grabbing his own, taking a bite. Majima pulled the chiffon cake out, setting it to the side as he grabbed the wine glasses. Grabbing the bottle of the dark red liquor, he pulled the cork out with a grunt, laughing softly as he poured himself a glass of wine. He filled the second glass and placed it in front of the stone, leaning back and taking a drink. He glanced at the sunset, casting the sky in a beautiful array of pink and purple while as the sun finally fell past the horizon. The stars were beginning to twinkle in the night, and sighed, “So much has happened lately. Let me tell you all about it.”

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mysmedrabbles · 6 years ago

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Fourth of July with the RFA

Happy fourth of July to my American followers!! Sorry this was written so quick I got this idea like 5 seconds ago and I have plans for today whoops not the best time.idk why jumins is always the longest tf?

!!!Said RFA member and mc are in America for summer holidays with an American MC!!!

Enjoy!~

-mod alex

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Jumin

-when you told him you were planning a party for the fourth he got excited

-mainly bc he knows how classy most of your parties turn out

-when he shows up to a barbecue grill out with tiki torches, too much beer, something called a “sloppy joe” and 99 cent store American flag streamers he’s more than confused and slightly appalled

-also because hes literally wearing his best suit to a backyard bash

-finds a way to look more casual (you know, taking off the jacket, rolling up his sleeves, no tie, shirt slightly unbuttoned, aaaand now im nosebleeding)

-at first doesnt understand why the heCK there are sloppy joes its a mystery to us all

- is his normal charming self with your relatives you better watch out, that pervy cousin is making eyes at jumin

-makes a speech about american independence bc hes an extra lil shit and ends it with, “so therefore, if the british had never given america independence...i wouldve never met the love of my life. Happy fourth of july.”

-everyones drunk tho so no one really heard that but you and the one overemotional 4′5 aunt who cries at everything

-sitting on the grass and watching the fireworks show

-him putting his jacket around you when you get cold, you just leaning your head on his shoulder as he kisses the top of your head

-he doesnt understand sloppy joes but likes spending time with your family

Jaehee

-vaguely knows what its about

-buys you red white and blue flowers

-you guys go with your family to a local festival

-going on a merry go round together? you betcha

-going on a ferris wheel? ofc. kissing her every time the ferris wheel booth you guys are in goes up bc shes mildly scared of heights? y e s

-you guys eat some of the weirdest things, like fried butter? bacon and maple donuts? sloppy joes? fried cotton candy?

-playing the expensive festival games that are obviously rigged

-little did they know that baehee had prepared for this moment by practicing devil tricks with multiple youtube videos lmao

-she wins you a small stuffed panda and you cherish it forever

-walking around with her, hand in hand around the festival

-getting red white and blue streaks painted on your guys’ face

-kissing under the fireworks

Yoosung

-is so excited for this holiday

-i mean he loves all holidays but hes never experienced the horror fun of an American holiday

-you guys buy some wacky red white and blue sunglasses with “Fourth of July” written on top as well as those obnoxiously tall fluffy America flag hats (yall know what im going on about)

-”look honey! a fourth of july sale!” “yoosung, love, its the fourth Walmart we've passed they all have sales”

-trying various themed recipes together (granted since youre here for holiday and are at your parents, your younger sibling often intervenes)

-"moooooommm mc and her boyfriend are kissing in the kitchen againnnnn"

-him back-hugging you as you stir fry some shit idk cooking lingo all I eat is doritos and ramen

-kissing your shoulder as you finish making the decor on the America themed cake

-him getting along great with your family and fitting right in

-it seems so natural, how easily he smiles and cracks jokes with your parents

-wants to help with the barbeque but thats your thing to do and you will stand by that

-him buying you roses

-both of you guys playing tag with your younger siblings and cousins you guys lost

-when the fireworks start he probably yells out a scream from shock

-flinches every time one of them goes off so you guys go inside and move the couch so that youre still facing outside but the door is shut so no noise

-making out when it gets dark

-he tastes like cake and strawberries

-with the fireworks in the back y'all look like youre in a disney movie

Seven

-stay in watching documentaries on the revolutionary war

-you guys just mute it at one point and he starts doing silly voice overs for the show

- “I’m mad at some dudes so I’ll lift up my hat at you while I row away with these big guns and all your husbands and sons hrrrrrr”

-eating red white and blue candy and drinking an inhumane amount of Dr.Pepper

-you drag him outside to the park to watch fireworks that the neighbors are throwing

- “look theres one!!” “ah did you see that one??” “that one was so pretty!” “damn you just missed a really big one”

-you guys would hang out in the park until three am just enjoying each others company

-yall would probably go on the kids playground and goof off, playing on the swings, going down the like,,, three foot long slide, just being little kids

-any holiday is the best holiday with him

Zen

-he sings the star spangled banner 😂

-he's got an amazing voice but youre p aure hes holding the last note just to show off

-you guys buy matching tshirts that say "sloppy joes come and get some this is AmErICa" with a picture of childish gambino dabbing bet you wished it said smtn abt sloppy joes now huh

-going down to the beach for the day

-getting one of those giant donut rafts and just chillin together y'all better hope you aint on the west coast w one of those

-a tickle war breaks out, resulting in you falling off the raft

-zen dramatically "saving you" its like 6ft of water people cmon

-him giving you mouth to mouth cpr even tho you dont need it so basically y'all are just making out

-going to a local restaurant for sloppy joes burgers and fries

-new drinking game: every time I say sloppy joes , take a drink

-going on the boardwalk at sunset and watching the fireworks from the cruise ships

-he cant stop staring at how gorgeous you look, staring at the fireworks like theyre magic

-cant help himself from kissing you

-late night pretzels

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letitrainathousandflames-archive · 7 years ago

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Rating: Mature

Warnings: medical horror, torture, violence, blood, mutilation, angst, clone feels

Characters: Echo, Fives, Cutup, Droidbait, Hevy, Rex, 99, Grievous

Summary: Snippets of Echo's life as a trooper, from his birth to his rebirth in the bad batch arc. Commission fic for lovely @deepseacritter

(also, yes, I used a few bits of And It Echoes, an old fic of him too. This will be the official full fic from now on)

Fic under the cut if you don’t wanna go on Ao3:

Clones developed surprisingly fast. The development of their brain and sense of consciousness was accelerated as well, which could lead to experiences unique to these human forms. One of them was the ability to perceive the world around from a very early stage.

Once, a clone baby distinctly perceived the world around him as he was placed in a crib, his small hands reaching up to the man in front of him, and the man chuckled.

“There, there, fourteen-oh-nine.” he had said to him, and although the baby of course couldn’t understand the actual meaning of words, he smiled at the soothing tone of the man’s voice “Oh, they said your batch is a fine one. I know we’ll see great things from you and your brothers.” The man placed his finger over the baby’s nose with a feather-light touch “You were the first one to push out of the tube.” He chuckled again “An eager little one, aren’t you?”

Another voice spoke echoing like waves, far from the crib, sounding rather dry:

“Stop talking to the clone and take the next one.” The man walked away from the crib and the baby reached for him anxiously as if he wished to keep him by his side with the strength of his small, chubby arms “Place them together and don’t forget to label all the products.”

“Yes, Madam Se.” the man’s voice said from afar in a revering tone “Will do. Leave it to Ninety-Nine here.” a door swung closed and the baby could hear the man’s voice approaching again as he grumbled “Don’t listen to her. You’re not a product. You’re not a number. None of you are.”

Funny how clones would remember some words they heard – before they could even understand words properly - until the day they died. The man was close to Fourteen-Oh-Nine again, but this time he had a small bundle on his hands; a baby just like little Fourteen-Oh-Nine. Ninety-Nine held him up closer to the other, and the baby in his arms, with outstretched arms and wide eyes looking everywhere in attention reached for Fourteen-Oh-Nine, brushing his small hand over his arm.

“Oh, look at that, Fourteen-Oh-Nine, I think he likes you. This is your batch brother Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five. I’m sure you’ll get along fine.” Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five then slapped a hand to Fourteen-Oh-Nine’s face and the other squirmed, trying to push him away; Ninety-Nine pulled him back a little “Well, you might quarrel every now and then, sure. But you’re brothers, and this is not a bond easily broken. We are one and the same, little ones. Vode an.”

In the dream – not a dream, really, but a memory – he saw then Twenty-Ten and Forty-Forty, small and all cuddled up in Ninety-Nine’s arms, the opposite of the eager, flapping-his-arms Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five. The last one to be shown before Fourteen-Oh-Nine and his brother’s eyes was Seven-Eight-Two. Even being just a newborn, he was taking an attempt at babbling. Still, all he could manage was a weird sound, trying to imitate Ninety-Nine but not having the coordination to do so yet.

“waaaa…” he says “Waaa…”

Vod. Even being a newborn too, Fourteen-Oh-Nine somehow knew that was what he meant to say. He tried to say it too but then a voice interrupted him—

“Fourteen-Oh-Nine, get up!”

Then the same voice, coming from someone else.

“Let me just pinch his nose, that oughtta wake him up.”

“Shh, you guys!” then someone poked Fourteen-Oh-Nine and his eyes snapped open; there was a boy with the same face as his own, the same brown eyes and the black hair, like a mirror image that could talk to him “Hey, Fourteen, sorry to wake you up this early but there’s gonna be an early meeting with one of the supervisors and we need to be up and ready.”

Fourteen-Oh-Nine bolted up to his feet, getting to tidy his bed up like nobody had never slept there, changing to his day clothes like his brothers had already done.

“Meeting?” he asked, checking the time on the projector watch on the wall; Fourteen-Oh-Nine had developed this habit of repeating everything that he was told since he remembered having learned to talk “This early? How do you know?”

“Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five was out of bed when he shouldn’t.” Twenty-Ten glared at Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five “‘Exploring the base’ or whatever, with Forty-Forty, and they heard O’Niner and the other older cadets talking about some emergency meetings.”

Forty-Forty shrugged.

“What could they possibly want to talk to us? All we do is tend to the babies’ tubes, do cleaning jobs and such. The closest we ever get to training is the racing track. They don’t even let us lift weights.”

Seven-Eight-Two rolled his eyes.

“That’s because we’re three, silly. If we start the heavy training now, they fear we might not grow very tall. Wait for next year.”

Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five gave them a smug smile.

“Speak for yourself. I think I grew about a whole centimeter last month.”

Forty-Forty and Twenty-Ten were having none of it.

“Shut up, Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five, you’re making this up.”

“Yeah, Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five, nobody asked you nothing.”

Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five pouted, grumbling:

“Stop calling me that! I’m Fives! My name is Fives!”

At that, Fourteen-Oh-Nine glanced over to him.

“You can’t just pick a name. An older cadet has to give it to you on the same day they give you your trooper armor and ship you out.”

Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five glared at him.

“That’s not a rule!” he scrunched his nose “It’s just a stupid tradition for people who can’t come up with cool names for themselves, and I am not a number, I’m Fives! Now stop repeating everything the older cadets say to you.”

Fourteen-Oh-Nine had a hard time trying to get along with Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five. The kid was just too stubborn and full of himself.

“Listen, just because I care about following our brothers’ code, you don’t have to be all offended.”

“Ohhh!” Twenty-Ten howled, smiling at Forty-Forty “Here they go again.”

“You listen here, di’kut…!”

“Oi!” Seven-Eight-Two cut him off “Language!”

“Ah, don’t be a pain in the…”

But Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five couldn’t finish his sentence because the door slid open and a tall cadet on his sevens – two years from being able to take his final tests and being shipped off – walked in the room, his red set of clothes impeccable as his combed-back hair. Fourteen-Oh-Nine did his best to comb his own hair back with his hand as the boys scrambled to stand in attention, lined up in front of their beds.

“Good morning, cadets.” He said, carrying a datapad on him; they knew him for his distinctive whitening sideburns and eyebrows despite his young age, a genetic mutation of his particular strain “I see you’re already up. Very good.”

“Good morning, supervisor O’Niner.” They answered him in unison

O’Niner was one of the older cadets placed on training duty – he was the one to assign the smaller tasks to the boys too young to start their actual training. He was particularly fond of Fourteen-Oh-Nine because he would always try and follow the rules as best as he could. Usually he’d flash a small smile towards him, but today he seemed more serious than usual.

“The kaminoans have made a decision to lower the age for training.”

“Cool!” Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five blurted out before he could contain himself “Are we finally gonna hold a blaster?”

O’Niner might’ve almost flashed a smile, but he contained himself.

“No, cadet, not yet. But they’ve decided your age group are now old enough to start watching the older cadets’ simulations, and you’ll have to write detailed reports on those, you hear me? You’ll have to provide consistent comments on their strategy, their strengths and their weakness, alternate solutions to the situations they’ll face, everything. The details on these assignments are here.” He gave the datapad to Seven-Eight-Two and looked straight at Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five “There are deadlines to turn those in, so get on schedule, you hear me, Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five?”

Fifty-Five-Fify-Five swallowed and Fourteen-Oh-Nine fought to keep a straight face because his lips kept trying to curl into a smile. Everyone knew that Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five wasn’t very prone to respecting deadlines. Then Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five turned his head to look at O’Niner – disregarding protocol, but who would be surprised at that? – and stuttered out:

“M-My name is Fives, sir.”

O’Niner looked at him, and Fives squared his shoulders, standing in attention again, his eyes wide. O’Niner walked to him and folded his arms, looking at the younger cadet.

“So your brothers gave you a name even before you could pick your armor?” he paused, and the cadet didn’t answer “I asked you a question, cadet.”

Fives swallowed hard, blinking fast in his nervousness.

“I, uh. I picked it myself, sir.”

O’Niner stared at him for a few moments to then crack a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Well, it seems like you and I are stuck to our numbers, eh?” he lowered his voice “Better then end up like Zap because of that one time he stunned himself with his blaster.”

He smiled encouragingly, and the cadets laughed, even Fourteen-Oh-Nine. But as O’Niner saluted them and left, all his brothers gathered around Seven-Eight-Two, and as curious as Fourteen-Oh-Nine was to see the datapad instructions, he bolted after the supervisor.

“Sir!” he called out in the hallway, and O’Niner turned to him “I… I thought we had to be named on our name day, the day we receive our armor.”

O’Niner waved his head, without a hint of his official posture, looking down to Fourteen-Oh-Nine as he stood in attention in the hallway.

“Sometimes we find our names before that.” he scratched his head “It’s fine that we call each other by names, Fourteen-Oh-Nine, long as you don’t forget that for official matters and for addressing the Kaminoans, you have to introduce yourself by your number, do you understand?”

Fourteen-Oh-Nine licked his lips hesitating before he spoke:

“Fifty-Five-Fifty-Five says…” he refused to use that non-official name his brother had given himself “he says he is not a number, but it’s what we are, right, sir? It’s what we all are.”

O’Niner grimaced at that, walking closer to Fourteen-Oh-Nine and his voice was kind.

“We are more than numbers, cadet. We are the greatest strength of the republic.” He raised his hand and ruffled cadet’s hair in what was a small protocol breach but no one could blame O’Niner for being affectionate of the younger cadets; most clones placed on supervising duty were anyway “All you have to do is follow your orders and do your best. Now go back to your brothers.”

Fourteen-Oh-Nine was glowing with happiness as he got back to their room. Seven-Eight-Two gave him the datapad with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, vod, here are the instructions for the report we have to write later. I was surprised you didn’t ripped it off my fingers to be the first to read it.”

Fourteen-Oh-Nine got the datapad, looking at the projection of watch on the wall.

“First we need to have breakfast, then we tend to the babie’s tanks, and then we have the…”

Fives rolled his eyes.

“We know our schedule, Echo.”

At that, Fourteen-Oh-Nine frowned.

“What did you call me?”

Twenty-Ten giggled.

“Ah, right, because he keeps repeating stuff.”

Fourteen-Oh-Nine felt his face warm with embarrassment as they left their room and Seven-Eight-Two and the others laughed.

“This is not funny.” Fourteen-Oh-Nine grumbled “Stop calling me that.”

It was Forty-Forty’s turn to giggle.

“Stop repeating orders, then.”

“We need to analyze how coordinated they are.” Echo mumbled to himself; each of them had been provided with a datapad to take notes, but only Echo was doing so, as his brothers only watched in gleeful awe the older cadets running for cover from enemy fire down in the training facility.

“Shut up, Echo.” Fives said as he smiled at the young men training down there “Look how fast they are! This is so cool!”

Seven-Eight-Two clamped a hand over his own mouth to muffle his scream of excitement as he saw one of the men running to a metal crate and picking a Z-6 cannon from the weapons available there.

“That guy knows how to do it!” he laughed, as he balled his hands into fists, shaking them in excitement “Yes!”

“He’s not gonna be able to run very far with that massive gun, vod.” Twenty-Ten said, twisting his lips “It’s too heavy.”

“Seven-Eight-Two here loves the damn heavy cannons.” Fives piped cheerfuly “He says that ‘if there ain’t a heavy cannon…’”

“‘…There ain’t no fun!’” Seven-Eight-Two completed as the clone he cheered for cleared the path ahead with his successive shots “Just look at that beauty!”

“Yeah, I see it, Heavy-guy. Wait. Heav—Hevy. Hey, Hevy!” he poked Seven-Eight-Two on his ribs “That’s your name now.” He spoke louder so the other brothers could hear him “Seven-Eight-Two’s name is ‘Hevy’ now, everyone cool with that?”

Twenty-Ten giggled wholeheartedly and Seven-Eight-Two – Hevy – threw his head back and joined the laughter that erupted between the brothers. Echo lowered his head, hoping the group’s lack of professionalism wouldn’t be noticed by Bric and El-Es, the bounty hunters in charge of evaluating the training sessions.

“It’s perfect!” Hevy said breathless with laughter “Thank you, vod.”

“We’re not supposed to be picking names now guys,” Echo said, as he still typed on his datapad “We’re supposed to write down how he’s going against their instructions, marching ahead with nobody there to cover for him.”

The perfectly timed ‘shut up, Echo’ from his brothers was no surprise to the exasperated cadet.

Fives didn’t seem so pleased to see that Echo had had the best score on target practice, better then himself for a short few points.

“It’s because you never even read the reg manual.” Echo shugged at him while Twenty-Ten, Forty-Forty and Hevy finished their final laps on the race track

Fives drank water from a canteen and scoffed.

“I read it, I just don’t… don’t stroke the cover and kiss it goodnight like you do!”

Echo rolled his eyes. Just because he had started to get used to Fives’ behavior it didn’t mean it was getting any easier throughout the years.

“You’re too eager to keep firing, so you don’t pull the trigger all the way down.”

“Yeah, that’s why I shoot faster than you!”

Echo pinched the bridge of his nose. They were six now, but sometimes Fives would make him think he was four.

“You’re also missing the center of the target. Since the blast doesn’t come out full-force, it goes lower than what you expect it to go.”

Fives seemed to be even more annoyed at the explanation.

“Okay, fine, I’m sure the reg manual will be the first thing to cross my mind when I’m surrounded by clankers.”

“Nobody calls them that.”

“The older cadets do!”

“Stop trying to be cool.”

Hevy finished his track, slowing down and walking towards his brothers.

“Are you two arguing again? Fives, give Echo a break.”

“Stop calling me that.” Echo mumbled for what seemed to be the hundredth time

On the day they’d receive their armor, Echo was nervous. The Cadet to hand it to him was about eight, one year shy of his final test to be a trooper and he introduced himself with an easy smile Echo did not expected.

“Hey there, Fourteen-Oh-Nine. At ease.” The older cadet said; Echo relaxed his shoulders despite him being absolutely tense everywhere else “I’m Bly. Are you ready to pick up your armor?”

He’d always heard that aside from O’Niner most of the oder cadets were a very serious bunch. Maybe this was a test, he thought nervously, deciding not to smile back.

“Yes, sir.”

On the table in front of Bly there was a white and green plastoid armor. Echo had been dreaming of wearing on of those ever since he could remember. Bly nodded at him grabbing the chest and back plate that, placed over each other, carried the remaining parts and the helmet perfectly balanced over it.

“Do you have a name of your choosing, future trooper?”

Future trooper. That made Echo’s heart skip a beat. But the truth was that no, he didn’t. He’d been so busy trying to study and learn the most he could while he was there that he’d never stopped to think of a name.

Well, any name other than the stupid nickname Fives had given him.

“M-My…” he cleared his throat, hesitating “My batch mates call me Echo.”

“‘Echo’?” Bly raised an eyebrow “Is there a reason for that?”

Echo lowered his eyes.

“They say I repeat everything I hear or read. Lines from the regulations manual, instructions, superior orders…”

Bly knitted his brows.

“Really? Are you saying you can quote the reg manual from heart?”

The wonder in his voice made Echo frown as he nodded. Of course he could. It had been very easy to memorize it. “This is good, cadet, a good memory is a quality much desired for ARC troopers and commanding officers.”

ARC Trooper. Echo’s breath hitched in his lungs and he swallowed hard.

“Really, sir?”

Bly nodded with a kind smile, handing Echo his armor. Echo’s hands sunk down a little under the weight of it – it was way heavier than he expected it to be.

“I look forward to seeing your progress, Echo. The commanding officer of whatever squad you’ll be placed in the future would be lucky to have someone like you.” He saluted Echo “Now focus on your training for the next few years and become the very best trooper you can.”

Echo walked in his bedroom at night still repeating Bly’s words to himself for the tenth time, and Fives said he was gonna punch him in the face if he repeated it once more. In the end, Hevy had to split the two of them up when Fives did and the two of them began to fight as usual.

And as their training started, things went just the way Echo had expected them to be. Hevy would always pick the heavy cannons, Forty-Forty would get too worried about the others to pay attention at his own progress, Echo would stick to the original orders and Fives would come up with some crazy idea that only would only work halfway through before blowing on their faces.

Fives had been so excited about finally being able to do simulations he’d want to sleep in his armor but he stopped trying to when he spent an entire day feeling pain on his lower back. Echo sighed; if only the fellow cadets used all that energy to follow the kriffing orders, maybe they’d have a chance.

“Y’know, things would’ve been better if Twenty-Ten here hadn’t played the droid bait last time. Stay out of my way this time maybe, eh vod?”

Of course Fives wouldn’t shut up about the simulations every waking moment of his. They were seven now, and things were getting tougher and tougher in their training. Echo needed to be the best, so that he could be placed in a platoon and shipped out of Kamino; the idea of being on cleaning duty forever with Ninety-Nine and the other rejects was just absolutely terrifying. He was ARC trooper material, he knew it. But as long as he was attached to those fools… Sometimes Echo had a hard time believing they were from the same batch, especially Fives.

Forty-Forty elbowed Fives on his ribs as they boarded the elevator for their new practice training.

“C’mon, leave Droidbait alone.”

“Don’t start this kark.” Twenty-Ten snarled in a warning “Don’t call me that.”

As they reached the top floor, Echo looked around the room. This time, they had a number of large, heavy crates scattered all over the place, even blocking their view like a labyrinth with many different paths, narrow and wide. As Echo squinted around, trying to see ahead between the crates, a voice came in the speaker:

“Attention cadets. Today’s assignment will be divided in two objectives: defend your position on the red corner, collect the intel and relay it to the communications line at the rendezvous point. Remember, cadets, the correct information must be handed to the higher command, or you’ll be dooming your brothers on the other side."

Fives’ eyes scanned the room up instead of down and between the crates like his brothers’ and he saw the red lamp dangling over an area ahead that was surrounded by three piles of crates that acted more or less like walls, making it a small square room.

“Okay, found the red corner.”, Fives said tensely, nodding ahead

“It’s where we need to defend our position.” Echo answered him

“They literally just said that, Echo, stop repeating stuff!”

“Easy, boys.” Hevy said, taking a step ahead slowly because of the heavy gun “Don’t we usually just walk out of the elevator and there’s clankers shooting us everywhere?”

“Ah, yeah.” Droidbait agreed “It’s too kriffing quiet.”

“Let’s advance slowly then?” Forty-Forty suggested

So they started walking on duos, Fives and Hevy scouting ahead, Droidbait and Forty-Forty behind them and Echo farther back, studying their situation. This was strange. No enemies? They’d just easily complete the first step of the test just like that? They walked into a larger hall between the crates, and it was funny how oppressive the wide training room felt now. Echo kept his hand steady on the grip of his blaster. They kept walking, until someone caught the corner of his eye. Echo turned his head to look and nearly choked.

Between each and every lined up crates along their path were droids, unmoving and with their menacing eyes unlit. Echo gave a sharp poke to Droidbait’s back between his back plate and his codpiece.

“Ow! What the hell, Echo?” he turned to his brother and his eyes went wide as Echo silently pointed out the hidden enemies “Oh. Oh no.”

Droidbait grabbed Forty-Forty by his back piece, and the clone seemed confused until his brother pointed at the droids. Forty-forty whispered a long string of swear words. Fives and Hevy kept moving forward without noticing anything just yet. Then…

“Attack!” one of the droids piped out in its metallic voice, and all the other ones seemed to activate, their backlit eyes coming to life as they walked out of their hiding, surrounding the clones. Hevy pulled the trigger and his cannon began to spin, spitting out blast charges.

“Fives, Echo, the flanks!” he screamed, and Echo turned to the left side of them as Fives did the same to the left, and they both started shooting “Forty-Forty, Cutup, our rear! Let’s cover each other and advance!”

“On you, vod!” Fives screamed back as he fired on the clankers as they tried to reach them, making the deactivated ones block the path of the ones farther in the back

“No, no, no, this is a bad idea” Echo screamed back under the heavy fire, “we don’t know how to get to the red area, we need to scout first or we’ll walk into a trap!”

“Do you see a way for us to scout in this mess, di’kut?!” Fives snarled as Hevy advanced, cleaning the path ahead and the group followed behind “We go and plan along the way!”

“That’s not a strategy, that’s suicide!”

Echo looked at the remaining droids on his side – ten of them! Ten! These simulations were exaggerated, no trooper would ever face ten droids alone, right? He probably would have his platoon’s support in such a situation. He tried to even his breathing, remember that this was just a simulation and his life wasn’t at stake, but the constant yells of ‘blast them!’ and ‘roger roger’ from the enemy droids were really scary. That was when Droidbait left position and began to try and scale one of the crates.

“What in the stars are you doing?!” Forty-Forty yelled, still firing on the clankers at their backs

“Cover for me, vod!” he screamed back “I just had an idea!”

And he scaled the pile of crates now able to see through the labyrinth’s path from above, and he started to run on top of the crates, moving ahead faster than his brothers could for being busy returning enemy fire.

“Okay, I see it! I see it!” he yelled farther ahead “move straight ahead, then left, straight, left again on the narrower path and you’re there!”

Droidbait then settled for firing on the enemy droids from above, providing them a vital cover that helped them advance much farther. The group was almost reaching him when there was a shift of attention on the droids and they turned to fire at Droidbait instead. Dridbait knelt down to make a smaller target out of himself, but the enemy fire was just overwhelming. Hevy fired on the clankers ahead, Fives and Echo kept covering the flanks and Forty-Forty kept firing on the ones at their tails. Then…

One of the the enemies’ blast charges hit Droidbait right on his armored shoulder and he screamed, tumbling to the edge of the crates and falling into what was most likely the red area with a loud, pained scream.

“No!” Hevy screamed “Droidbait.”

They rushed forward, covering for each other until they reached the red area and were met with the fallen form of Droidbait under the red light closer to the crates and a datapad placed right in the middle of the space. Echo reached for it but Fives rushed past him and got it first.

“This must be the intel.” Fives said with a victorious laugh that was interrupted by a groan

Hevy covered the area entrance with his canon while Forty-Forty reached for Droidbait. The clone seemed to be unable to get back to his feet.

“Hey, don’t worry.” He grunted out “I did my job, didn’t I? I was up there, being droid bait.”

His head dropped back and Forty-Forty waved his head.

“He’s unconscious. They zapped him good.”

Echo swallowed down, letting his imagination go wild. If this was the real world outside, and not just a silly simulation… Droidbait would be dead. Killed by some kriffing separatist clanker. That made Echo look at this brother under a sudden rush of affection. As much as they were a bunch of di’kuts, those boys - men? when did they really cross that line? - were his squad. He had to do his best for them.

Fives pressed the button and a soft voice spoke, as the face of a Jedi – General Shaak Ti – was floating up in projection out of it.

“Attention, cadets” she said “We have word of an approaching enemy fleet consisting of two separatist supply ships, a large carrier vessel, eighty-five gunships and one hundred and thirty-two small Starfighters. You need to deliver these numbers correctly to General Kenobi, but the only place with enough signal is in the blue area. Remember, troopers, our forces are spread thin. Any miscount might lead to troops being pulled unnecessarily from other battles, leading to defeat on those, or to a shortage of troops and the failure of this very mission.”

There was silence and then Fives let out a whistle.

“I… did not get all that. Lemme try it again.” He pressed the replay button but the recording was jammed now “Oh. Oh no. It was… It was Two seppie ships and a hundred… no, two hundred… Forty-Forty, did you get that?”

Forty-Forty grimaced at Fives, leaving the unconscious Droidbait on the ground to then mind the only other way in – a small space between the crates, very narrow but wide enough for a clanker to pass through.

“No, vod. Sorry. She talked too much, I got lost.”

Fives snarled, despair staining his voice.

“Kark, we’re fucked. How would we possibly relay the intel…”

Then Echo spoke over him:

“two separatist supply ships, a large carrier vessel, eighty-five gunships and one hundred and thirty-two small Starfighters.” He gave Fives and Forty-Forty a small smile as they gaped at him in utter shock “It… It was easy.”

Fives grabbed Echo’s arm and dragged him closer to a crate.

“Hevy, Forty-Forty, defend position while Echo and I run to the relay station! We finally got use for Echo!”

Echo snarled as the other cadet pulled him down the narrow labyrinth between the crates.

“Stop calling me that!”

Along the way they met quite a few droids, but managed to reach what would be their communications room for that mission, and while Echo was sending the message, Fives defended him bravely until a blast hit him in the chest and he dropped unconscious. Echo kept typing through his fear and, as his entire body spasmed under the shock of the stun blast that hit him on his back, he still pressed the “send” button on the holographic keyboard, sending the message.

“But we sent the message!” Forty-Forty argued later to Bric and El-Es.

The bounty hunters were not amused, Bric especially.

“But your entire squad died, meaning the position you were meant to defend had fallen.” He explained dryly “Your fellow soldiers would arrive with reinforcements expecting to be met with at least one base defended by clones only to be met with bloodthirsty droids. You were not supposed to die, but to stand your ground.”

Echo lowered his head, nodding. These were their orders and they failed to abide to them. Fives, however, was on edge as usual.

“It doesn’t matter if we live or die! We finished the mission!”

Bric snarled, poking a finger to Fives’ chest.

“Stars know that it really doesn’t matter if you clones live or die, but when you are given a task, it’s expected of you to follow it through!”

Fives chlenched his fist and drew in a breath when Hevy bumped on his shoulder, whispering.

“No, vod! Shh!”

El-Es wasn’t as short-tempered as his colleague, and he looked over to the cadets.

“Don’t worry, cadets. These are only trials. When the true test comes, I believe you will have no problems.”

Bric gave a spiteful laugh.

“Yeah, or you can get used to the idea of joining Ninety-Nine and the other rejects.”

After that day, Echo and Fives began to work amazingly well together during simulations, although they remained as different from each other as it was possible on their free time.

The nights were rough on Echo and his brothers. Their bodies would hurt terribly because of the brutal trainings and the aching bones that grew twice as fast as a normal human’s, and Echo would find himself constantly stretching his legs under his blankets, trying to ease the pain even as he’d grow over three centimeters in a month – if he wasn’t a clone, he would’ve grown but only a single centimeter. He and his brothers would be constantly being measured for new fittings on their clothes and armor, and their faces turned from young boys’ to men’s far too quick.

The day of their final test came far too quick too. Fives had only recently tattooed his right temple with a number five – really creative, Echo had said with an eyeroll while Droidbait laughed, but the vod couldn’t give less of a damn. He was all obsessed over being unique, apart from the other clones. Echo just wanted to be the best soldier he could be, like Bly had told him. Echo had heard that Bly had made it to commander of Jedi master Secura’s battalion. To know that such an excellent soldier believed in him… Echo knew he would be a superb soldier at some point. He looked at Hevy as he laughed his ass off, teasing Fives over the ridiculous goatee he’d been trying to pull ever since the smallest hint of facial hair had begun to show and sighed when this caused a whole speech from Fives’ over how much more handsome than the others he was, despite the fact that they literally had the same face.

Well, Echo thought as he reopened his reg manual, not everyone here is ARC trooper material, right?

When Echo saw Droidbait’s body down the stairs of the Rishi Moon outpost, shot by clankers, he could only think of the way he’d be always cursing too much and would get reprimanded by O’Niner – only to then curse on a lower tone, much to Fives’ and Hevy’s amusement. When he saw the clankers shoot O’Niner dead in front of him, Echo felt a cold dread setting in his guts. It was the first time he had seen death in the face. It was the first time he had actually been scared for his own life and his brothers’.

When the giant eel ate Cutup in front of him and the others, he thought of his smile when he said that Bric had given him a name, making him the last brother of the batch to get one before leaving Kamino. And when he heard Hevy telling them to go, and exploding the Rishi outpost and himself with it.

“Hevy always did hate that place.” The sardonic comment left his lips before Echo could stop himself. There was a need to make a joke out of it – like he knew hevy would – just to pretend that maybe he wasn’t a nine-year old man-boy, but a tough soldier ready to face his losses and move on.

Captain Rex had admitted them to the 501st – General Skywalker’s battalion, and never had Echo felt so proud of himself, and of Fives for that matter. When the two of them sat down to paint the blue lines on their armors, Fives didn’t stop smiling for a single minute. Next stop, ARC trooper, he kept saying it since Kamino.

“Why two lines, vod?” Fives had asked as he saw Echo’s design for his helmet

“They’re echoing each other.” Echo answered looking deadpan at Fives “For a man who thinks to be so funny, I thought you’d get the pun.” And as Fives snorted, Echo smiled, still painting over the white plastoid “What’s more, you gave me this stupid name. You should be proud.”

Fives placed perfectly symmetric red dots on his own helmet, and Echo wasn’t still sure of what in the moons he was trying to draw.

“I’m always proud of you, di’kut.”

Echo hummed. Fives’ name-calling was his most unbashed display of affection. It had taken Rex a long while to understand that ‘you are one kriffing Captain, sir!’ had actually been a compliment. That was good ol’ Fives.

When Ninety-Nine died in front of him and Fives, fighting like a clone trooper, brave to the very end, none of his brothers saw Echo’s tears under his helmet. He still remembered his words from the day he was born. He still remembered the feather-light touch to his nose and the warm feeling of being in someone’s arms. Every time a vode died it would feel like part of Echo had died too, but this time… This time it felt like those clankers had reached into his chest and ripped a piece of his heart.

And as months passed after their promotion to ARC troopers, Echo’s tough act fooled everyone but Fives. His last batch brother would always know when he was hurting, and he would pat him on his back, place a head on his shoulder, tell some dumb story about Rex being tossed off a wall by Skywalker or Commander Tano joining the General to tease Kenobi and Cody. And Echo would laugh with Fives, and the line between man and boy would blur; they would be kids for a few moments, laughing and teasing one another and joking like their life meant something and they hadn’t been made with the sole purpose of fighting and dying.

Lola Sayu. The Citadel. Something about that mission made Echo’s stomach churn, and for some reason it reminded him of finding Droidbait’s body down the stairs of the Rishi Moon outpost, shot by clankers. O’Niner had died there too, and Hevy, and Cutup. Being an ARC trooper, Echo had a lot of men under his command, and he had lost quite a few of them too. It would always hurt. It would always leave a scar in his heart.

Echo stared at the twin blue lines on the helmet in his hands, dressed of his armor and pauldrons, seeing his reflection in the dark visor. Clones. They were all echoes of each other. Echo didn’t like mirrors. It would always seem like a dear brother would be right there on his reach, behind the glass and all he had to do was pull them back into the world.

Fives’ hand over his shoulder startled Echo out of his conjectures.

“Echo, we leave in fives. I mean, Five. Hehe. Five minutes. Get ready, I’ll even let you recite your regulations on the way there. Always helps me to shoot faster, how fed up you get me with that crap.”

Echo rolled his eyes at that. Sometimes it felt like Fives was the same cadet even after all those years. All those nine years and a half. They were so young and somehow felt so old. Sometimes Fives would ask Echo of his plans to the future and his only concrete plan was to not let anyone die under his charge again.

“You look spooked, vod.” Fives said in a quieter voice ‘You okay?”

Echo turned to Fives and swallowed.

“Fives, you know I give you a hard time with all the regulations and codes and ‘oh no, the general’s plan is gonna get us killed’” Fives chuckled at that, and so did Echo even if he didn’t mean to “But you know that I have the highest respect for you, right?”

Fives frowned at that, his hand still on his brother’s shoulder.

“I’ll ask again, Echo, are you okay?”

Echo nodded, looking down to the helmet under Fives’ other arm.

“Back then I didn’t understand why would you want to paint that kriffing thing on your helmet but I get it now.” Fives looked down to his helmet on instinct, letting go of Echo “Eight months. It feel like Rishi Moon was only yesterday.”

Fives was silent for a moment, then he scoffed.

“You sound like General Kenobi, talking like an old man.” He seemed concerned for a moment “Echo, are you… are you worried about the mission?”

“No.” Echo’s lie was quick and he brushed Fives’ off “No, I was just remembering things.”

Fives nodded at him and the two brothers looked at each other without uttering a word for a while. Echo wondered if in his mad need for individuality and personality Fives would be happy that Echo made a conscious effort to remember their batch brothers. He opened his mouth to speak, but Fives’ comlink rang.

“Fives, get Echo, gather the men and meet me and Snips… Uh, commander Tano by the shuttle.”

“Yessir, General.” Fives answered, looking at Echo to then wink “C’mon, vod, I can hold your hand throughout the whole flight if you’re scared.” he teased, almost singing the words, and Echo snorted

“Yeah, no need for that, di’kut.” Fives had started walking out when Echo called for him “Ner vod. Be careful out there. Don’t go and be stupid.”

Fives turned to him with that same dumb smile he’d always have since they were just kids.

They were still kids, in a sense.

“Vod’ika, ‘going and being stupid’ is part of my charm.”

“Fives.” Echo’s voice was tense now; almost afraid; he didn’t know what was causing this sense of dread in him, and he hated it “Listen…” Fives waited, his smile fading into the long silence, and Echo tried to push the mando’a words that meant his undying love for his dear brother, his last batch brother and his best friend, but he felt far too self-conscious to do it then and there; Echo shook his head “Nevermind. I’ll tell you later.”

There would be time later. The two brothers would always be together.

When he saw how each and every droid was aiming for the shuttle, their only way out of that nightmare, Echo knew that he needed to secure it before those clankers managed to blow it to scrap. So Echo ran ignoring Fives that for once was the one to scream for him not to go. For once, Fives obeyed protocol when Echo didn’t.

The gunfire was deafening. Echo kept shooting at each and every clanker on sight. He aimed at that metallic little bastard at the cannon. If he managed to kill it, everything would be fine. He fired several times against the droid, but the thick plating of the tank held any damage he’d try to inflict. The canon turned its aim towards the shuttle, towards Echo. He drew in a deep breath as he looked into the dark barrel of the weapon as it got ready to spit fire and death at him.

Fives… Brother…

The impact of the blast knocked Echo back into the shuttle with such violence his helmet slipped out of his head; his body hit the back wall hard, so hard all the air left his lungs as the explosion rang in his ears loud enough for him to believe he’d never be able to hear anything again – not that it would be an issue, for Echo was pretty sure he would die then and there. There was pain, and then, suddenly there was darkness.

Echo woke up in so much pain he thought he was dead. Even if he wasn’t, he was sure he had to be dying. He heard the faint voice of a droid. Everything sounded distant, as if he was underwater. The blast had made his hearing like that, muffled and most likely permanently ruined.

“…won’t survive, boss.”

Then he heard an equally metallic-sounding voice but deeper; a voice that carried a certain darkness within itself as his eardrums grew slowly more sensible to the sounds around him, although they never stopped ringing. He had heard that voice in person only once, in a joined mission with Rex, Commander Cody and General Kenobi, but he’d heard it many times in transmissions and datapads. That was General Grievous.

“I survived on less. He will make it. Prep him for surgery and get rid of these meat stumps before they get infected. We need this clone alive.”

“Roger roger.”

Echo tried to talk, but it was like his tongue was made of lead. Everything hurt so much, every inch of his body burning and aching so much he’d only realize then that he was letting out small ragged grunts the whole time since he had woken up. He opened his eyes, flinching at the bright white light coming from the ceiling; he blinked a few times to adjust his sight and saw clankers all around him, plus two… No, three medical droids. What was going on? Had he been captured? But why would the enemy be concerned about a clone’s health? Why was he still alive?

He tried to piece everything together in his head. There had been the ambush, and the shuttle, and then an explosion, bright like a sun and almost as hot. There had been the taste of blood in his mouth, and the flames all around him…

Echo tried to move his arm, but agony ran all over his body and he gasped at the pain. He could feel tight straps restraining him to the table, over his chest and torso. In an effort that had almost made him faint again at the pain, he lifted his head up to see the extent of the damage he’d sustained at the blast. Breathing was very painful, and he believed at least two of his ribs to be broken.

When his gaze fell on the bloody, mutilated stump of his right arm, he gasped and his eyes went wide. His breathing grew ragged, and he coughed on his own spit. He looked further, at his kicking legs—No. There were… There were no legs. He could feel himself kicking but… His right leg had been crushed into a nauseating sight of exposed bones, scorched flesh and blood, while his left one… there was nothing below the knee.

Echo’s head fell back violently against the table, a ragged scream ripping through his throat in a long, horrifying sound. He trashed and screamed, no matter how much it would hurt him even further. The only way to convey what he was feeling on what was left of his limbs would be the sensation of needles piercing him all the way to his bone, in every inch of his skin. That was a nightmare, had to be… He should be back at the GAR with Fives, should be safe, not with these goddamn clankers, mutilated and almost dead. It couldn’t be real. No.

Four large metallic fingers held his head down in place, and the upside-down vision of Grievous’ yellow eyes came into sight, adding to the nightmarish atmosphere.

“No anesthesia.” the General said in his metallic-sounding voice “I handled it just fine back in my time. I’m sure you clones are tough enough to handle a little cutting and burning, aren’t you?”

Echo didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Not as he heard the electrical saw powering up and filling the room with a sound similar to a drill’s. He was breathing so fast his sight was getting hazy, only Grievous’ yellow eyes remaining in the blur of shiny metal and white light.

“What are you gonna do to me?” he gasped

Grievous’ eyes lit up with excitement.

“Oh, clone trooper. We are going to turn you into a fine machine of our own.”

Echo wanted to spit at Grievous’ face, to throw every single curse he knew in Mando’ and Basic (and a few others he knew in Huttese and Twi’lek, because he was Echo from the 501st, he knew a little bit of everything he’d ever came across), but when the vibroblade saw touched the skin of his right thigh, all he could do was scream between his clenched teeth.

He held Grievous’ gaze. He wouldn’t go down whining and crying, he was an ARC trooper, a 501st, he was a decorated soldier of the Republic. He was Echo of Kamino, he was the Rishi Moon survivor, he was Fives’ brother, he was…

The ragged shriek that ripped through his throat sounded like a child’s, and for the first time Echo grew brutally conscious that he was only nine and a half years old.

Griveous was laughing. Laughing in delighted amusement, his hand holding Echo’s head down in place and almost breaking the skin of his forehead with its sharp metallic digits. By the time they had seared a prosthetic leg in place, Echo wasn’t feeling much coherent anymore. He wanted, needed, to rest - to sleep - to die. That was when Grievous said:

“The left one now. Hurry up. He’s bleeding out, and this clone is worth fifty of you. Move on.”

“No…” Echo huffed out, and he hated the begging in his own voice “No… No, please, let me…!”

The power saw was on again, and Echo swallowed hard, tears welling up in his eyes to then run down the sides of his face, into his still-ringing ears. He had believed he was numb to the pain after the first procedure. He had believed his senses would be unable to process any new discomfort. Kix had told him something like that before, that the human brain could only process so much pain.

Echo had always hated being wrong, but he’d never hated it so much as he did now. He stopped putting up a brave face. He sobbed and cried and begged for them to stop. He felt faint and weak and wished he’d bleed out enough to faint or die – neither happened. When the smell of burning flesh subsided after the connections to another prosthetic leg were made, Grievous ordered absently:

“The arm now.”

Droll was oozing free out of Echo’s half-open mouth. There was snot running down his nose and his urine wetted his blacks. He raised his brown eyes to Grievous’ cold, yellow irises and he whispered weakly as cold sweat dribbled down his face:

“You have… no use for me… I won’t say a word… so you might as well just kill me… kill me now… kill me…”

Grievous blinked lazily to then pet Echo’s head almost kindly.

“Oh, but you will say it. You will tell us everything. I wouldn’t discard an ARC trooper, not with all the strategies and schematics this little head of yours must hold.”

The electric saw started to buzz again, and Echo turned his head away not to face whatever they would do to his right arm. The tears out of his wide-open eyes were now running over the bridge of his nose and he held back a sob.

“Kill me. I’m begging you, kill me. Strike a victory to the Separatists, kill me now.”

Grievous was still petting Echo’s head.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” he purred “Becoming one with a machine?”

He grabbed hold of Echo’s head in a vicious grip, forcing him to look at the saw diving into the flesh of his mutilated, bleeding arm. And as Echo screamed in utter, endless agony, Grievous’ continued:

“I will enjoy witnessing a prized clone of the republic becoming no more than a machine, with his mind wide open for me to explore, to ravish. And when all your friends are dead, I will wake your mind from its slumber just to show you what’s left of their corpses. Ah, yes, do imagine… Kenobi and Skywalker’s lightsabers as part of my collection, and all thanks to you.”

By the time the medical droid cut off the broken, charred stump of flesh out of him, Echo felt suddenly very distantly to himself, as if he was out of his body and yet tethered to it. The pain subsided and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He gasped one last time as unconsciousness wrapped its hands on him and he begged, as his mind shut down, for this to be the end of him.

It wasn’t. He couldn’t understand exactly how, but he could feel them. Probing and digging through his mind, through his knowledge. There was nothing he could to. The pain and fear of the many previous surgeries had nothing similar to the disgusting sense of violation as they scavenged through the data in his head. He hated himself. Hated himself for being such an obsessed idiot – he knew more than the average clone, and for that, he could provide the separatists with so much more than any other would; schematics, strategies, codes, all out in the open for them to see and use, and there was nothing Echo could do as they invaded his mind over and over, much like Grievous himself had said, ravishing him. He wanted to die, all he wanted was to die and not even that they would give him. Instead, he’d float in that forgotten tank, losing sense of time and digging deeper into insanity. And then it came to him - a plan. A way out.

But they wouldn’t come for him. Nobody would, except for… Fives. Fives would come back to him.

When they broke him out of the bacta tank, it felt like being born. For some reason, Echo could still distinctly remember the large, pale hands scooping him out of the warm, sticky liquid into a cold room of lights too bright and sound too loud and all was new, terrified awe. No wonder babies cried as they were born – pushed out of peace and quiet into a world of war and death.

Especially them, especially clones, bred to die and nothing else.

Echo blinked several times until Rex’s face came into focus and for the first time in… he didn’t actually have a clue of how long, but he smiled, weak and shaking, and it felt like his face hadn’t done this in forever.

“You came for me, Rex…”

“Of course I did.” Rex’s eyes ran over his broken body, and Echo knew what was in his mind; wild thoughts of what would the captain have to say in order to beg the republic not to decommission the broken clone “We’ll take you home, Echo. You’ll be fine.”

Relief washed over Echo and he curled up closer to Rex despite the pain in his body, unused to moving around out of the tank. He had missed seeing a brother’s face. He had missed the white armor. He had missed it all so much. And he missed…

“Fives.” he mumbled as tranquility lured him into sleep faster than any drug could “I can’t wait to see… Fives…”

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Stranger: [|Supernatural. Sam realizes that he has never been quite alive, ever since Jake killed him. He denies it, but finally it becomes rather... Clear. Ghost!Dark!Sam. You can continue as /any/ character from Supernatural. Any ship works. Can play in any season after season 2.|] Sam had died many times. Over and over, really. But that one time Jake killed him? That was something else. He was supposed to be dead there, if it wasn't for his brother making that deal. That deal. A deal that was never fully explained. A deal as onesided as could be. Sam had been brought back, but differently than one thought. This, though, took a long time to show. Now? Years after that? Sam felt it. A 'virus' clawing at his soul. He finally realized that he had never been brought back in the actual sense. But he was a spirit. Almost like a revenant, but not quite. After Sam found out about this, he kept denying it. But now it became physical. It was during a hunt, that Sam suddenly was overcome by pain. He had to retreat from the nest they were clearing, back to the Impala. He felt bad for leaving his brother in there, but it only were two or three vampires left. So who cared. He was sitting on the ground behind the car, just leaning against it, trying to breath normally. But it was difficult. As his body was flickering in and out of existence. Yeah. A ghost with a body brought a lot of complications with it, especially when that body began to basically stop physically existing- Fun, huh?

You: [Would you prefer I pick up as Dean or Gabriel?]

Stranger: [I don't mind! However it works better for you! :)]

You: Gabriel was enjoying a nice hot bath with a few of his trusted 'friends', a bottle of champagne in one hand and a Snickers in the other. Everything was just Dandy... That was until he was suddenly displaced. A sudden force jerked him out of the water and flung him halfway across the country. He had just enough time to materialize some clothes and catch himself before he could fall onto his face. "What the f-" He began as he stumbled before he caught sight of the flickering form. It took him a moment to recognize the freakishly tall human. "Oh this is just peachy." He huffed, Last he had seen the Winchesters they tried to gank him. Granted that thought he was a trickster and Gabriel did put on a damn good show if he said so himself... and he did. "What do you want?" He huffed stepping closer as Sam flickered again, causing the archangel's brows to furrow. He wondered briefly how the Winchesters could have summoned him, not knowing what he was... but he was distracted by the sight before him, his concern shifting from self preservation to hesitant curiosity.

Stranger: Sam jerked together when he heard a voice suddenly. He glanced up, shivering the slightest bit, frowning. He was obviously confused. For many reasons. He of course didn't know why Gabriel was here. Because he didn't realize he was called. Nonetheless, he couldn't say he was upset. Because he needed some help right now. "I-I'm not even going to question anything, but- But can you somehow get me away from here?" He asked, quickly, through the pain. "Dean can't see me like this- He's- He's going to be completely confused and I don't know- It's not gonna be good-" He was obviously in sheer panic. Sheer panic over what was happening. "I know you probably don't want to help me, but you are here and I am here- So why don't you help me-" He added. He really didn't know what he was saying anymore. He just had to things on his mind. To get away from this place. And to have the pain stop. Nothing else. [Sorry by the way if my writing is a bit all over the place, I just settled at the laptop and got talked at and all. Your writing is really amazing though!]

You: [No worries. ^.^ I'm at work so bare with me as well I will be replying quickly the majority of the times but there might be a minute or two here or there where I get distracted. So, sorry in advance. ]

Stranger: [That's cool!]

You: [Also thank you. Your not so bad yourself ;P]

Stranger: [Why, thank you :)]

You: Gabriel considered it briefly as he eyed the younger Winchester skeptically, trying to decide what he was trying to pull over his eyes. After a moment, however he sighed with a shrug. "Well, I've never been one to turn down going home with a stranger." He teased before snapping his fingers. The world around them was instantly replaced with his simplistic flat and overly plush furniture. "But you're going to owe me one. Of course, we can discuss payment later." He added an afterthought. He stepped forward reaching out as if to poke Sam in the shoulder curiously.

Stranger: Sam seemed a bit startled, as he was suddenly transported like that. He did his best not to fall over into any direction. Seriously. He could barely see anything that was more than a few feet away. But he could hear fine. So that was good. "I probably owe like 10 people something already, another one won't be bad-" He forced out, swallowing thickly at the still remaining pain. The flickering didn't stop. Maybe it calmed just a little, due to his vanishing panic, but it was there. And if one was to touch him, it'd feel like that. Like he wasn't there. Well, there was a freezing feeling instead, of course. But that was it. It was really like he was only an image, becoming more faint some seconds, before regaining stability the other.

You: Gabriel's hand drifted through the other man. For him, for an angel, it didn't feel like nothing. Angels were incorporeal they dealt with souls directly, though he was certain Sam was in too much pain to notice the subtle touch of his grace. Still, he wiggled his fingers inside of Sam's massive shoulder and hummed. He could feel the man's pain, the panic... the wrongness of what he was becoming. For a brief moment Gabriel's usual playful smile pursed into a thin line, showing the rare sight of his concern before his gaze met Sam's and he gave what sounded like a careless laugh. "Well Sammich, you've really got yourself into a pickle haven't you?" He mused before straightening. "Wanna tell this old trickster what you've been up to?" He pressed, snapping his fingers and materializing a large chair beneath him.

Stranger: Sam glanced at him, not really happy with his antics. But grateful anyways. After all, he did still somewhat help him. "I-... I've been up to nothing…" He mumbled, weakly. "I wish I knew what I did. I wish- Okay? But I don't. This just began happening a few weeks ago…" He shook his head slightly. He was still thinking that maybe he was wrong. He still believed this wasn't what he thought. But all this? The not actually being physical part. The cold part. And these… Thoughts… He'd been having. They obviously hinted to things. Sam, as a hunter, had seen this so many times before, but he didn't want it to be real. So it wasn't. To him at least. But he didn't lie when he said he didn't know what happened. Because he didn't. Sure, the whole 'Special Children Hunger games' wasn't too long ago. But long enough for Sam to disregard as being unimportant to this. "Seriously, it just happened some morning. And it only got worse than then- I-I don't know what's happening, I... I don't…." Yeah. He was desperate. Desperate for someone to just give him a definitive answer. To talk through the lie he was telling himself. Because he was telling himself he wasn't just turning into a ghost. But he was. However, he was a mere spirit. A mere soul with little to no importance anymore.

You: Gabriel arched a brow at Sam's panicked rambling but he listened none the less. He actually kinda felt bad for the guy. Sure he tried to kill him but Gabriel didn't fault him for that. He /was/ a hunter after all... and human... or was... Regardless he wasn't the first being that had tried to kill him and wouldn't be the last. He gave another huff, this one a bit more annoyed as he leaned on his elbow. "Alright, calm down. Its really hard to take anything your saying seriously when you're flickering like that." He brushed off as if he didn't care. He gave another snap of his fingers, attempting to stabilize Sam's form. It wouldn't last long, and certainly wasn't permanent but would do in a pinch.

Stranger: Sam clearly felt that. Because it took some of the pain away with it. He was silent for a bit, before pressing his lips and looking down. "Thank you…" Was the first thing he muttered. He felt so stupid. So weak, even. He shouldn't be so... Acting so... Weak. He had worse, yet, this got to him so much. Probably because it threatened his existence how he knew it. There was a reason why hunters were burned when they died. The worst nightmare of a hunter was to turn into a spirit. Because 99% of spirits are evil. And that? That wasn't a nice thought. "I... I-It's just... Hard to calm down..." He tried to talk slower than before. "I really don't know what to do. And I can't tell Dean- If it really is what I think it is? I... Well, I know it won't end well… It really won't…" He knew Dean loved him and Sam loved him just as much. They were brothers. But sometimes Sam asked himself if Dean would kill him, if he had to. Heh. Their dad would certainly.

You: Gabe's brow arched again. "And what do you think it is?" He asked curiously. Gabe honestly had never seen something like this before which definitely made him interested but this was also dangerous. "I mean, obviously you're kinda dead... only... you're not dead.... but your not undead..." He explained before laughing. "Man, Romero would have a field day with you! Night of the Living Dead, my ass." He mused.

Stranger: Sam let out a small huff. "I... Am I turning into a ghost? I mean… It sounds stupid. Even when I say it, okay? Joke about it all you want. All the flickering, that's one thing. That could be anything. But things freeze. Stuff stops working- It's all like I'm being followed by a spirit. Just that the spirit is me- But... But that can't be true- I mean- I-I'm not dead, right? When I died Dean got me back, so I'm fine- I should be fine-" The panic was back in his voice. And it sounded so not like him. It was mental pain, now. The thoughts bothering him that this was actually happening. Ugh- He knew it was happening. He knew he was right- But he didn't want to be right for once.

You: "So thats what happened." Commented in realization. "You went and got yourself killed." He tisked with a shake of his head before shrugging. "Well, you are only human. It was bound to happen at some point. I'm actually a little surprised that you and your brother lasted this long." He admitted, tapping his chin in contemplation. "Man, I bet Daddy dearest is having a giant fit right now." He mumbled under his breath. God always hated it when his plans went array. That was one of the many reasons Gabriel had left. "So... Who did big brother Dean make a deal with to bring you back?" He asked curiously, knowing he hadn't answered Sam's questions yet.

Stranger: Sam looked back up, frowning as he was asked more questions. But he could only shrug. "Some crossroad demon. I wouldn't know. I was sort of… You know… Dead. At first I didn't even really know. But it was sort of clear… But... But that's not-..." He paused slightly. "The way you're talking about it? It's like... Is that what's really happening to me? Because in that case, just kill me for real. Why- Why is there no reaper to take me?" That was honestly a good question. But to be fair, this wasn't how people usually died and turned into spirits. Maybe the reaper got bored of waiting. Or didn't even know it was time. Basically- Sam didn't even have the choice to give up and go beyond. Great. Because he would rather do that than being stuck in the vail.

Stranger: [By the way, just saying, if it dies, let's use a tag. Like... GN1234 or something. Pretty simple]

You: If Gabriel had a heart it would have probably broken for the man. Wishing death rather than living as a horrible unnatural creature... He could certainly relate. He was silent for a moment, still studying the hunter. Gabriel was a very impulsive being, he had been for millennial now; it bit him in the ass now and again but it never stopped him from making split second decisions just as it wouldn't stop him now. "Well thats what he gets for making a deal with a demon." He mused softly. "You're not a ghost... at least not yet... and theres no reaper because they have their own rules. If there was a deal made then Death has an agreement with the Demons that he won't interfere. " He added. "I'm betting that beefhead of a brother of yours didn't read the fine print." He shrugged before pointing at the younger man. "He wanted you back and he got exactly what he asked for. You're body is here but your spirit isn't fully attached. You're hanging on by threads that will wear down more and more as time passes. Which means you'll eventually separate from that swimsuit model you're attached to; becoming full ghost." He acknowledged. "At least thats my guesstimate."

You: [Sounds good.]

Stranger: Sam just listened. And he didn't like any of it. He really didn't. "Well- Who said you had to be right." He suddenly said, which was clashing with what he said before. How he explained his situation before, saying he thought he might become a spirit only. But it... It was affecting him in many ways. Mentally, of course, as well. Being a ghost brought a lot of mind stuff with it. Because it changed up your whole mind. You were fixated on something. You didn't care for others. And more. Maybe other things. It was always different. And scary. "But... I-I don't… Have another explanation…. S-So..." He did realize that at least. He didn't know what to say. He felt like shit now. "What am I supposed to do? I'm sorry I'm asking so much of you- But I just don't know what… I don't know how I should feel. What I should do. What I /can/ do." It wouldn't be long until his body would just make poof. It was weird. Because it wasn't… His body wouldn't be left. It would become part of the ghostly entity. Whether that was good or not was questionable. And another good question? Could he even get killed-killed then? No body to burn. No object he was hanging at. Nothing. He was so confused.

You: "Well..." Gabriel replied as he stood, moving over to a small table covered in food, and picked up a plate of fruit. He popped a grape into his mouth and began to chew before answering, leaning a hip against the display. "The way I see it, you have a few options. Numbero Uno: You accept that your doomed and turn into a full on episode of Ghostbusters, ultimately forcing your brother to hunt you down, though... I'm not really sure how he'd kill you... I mean... You're kinda the brains of the operation and you wouldn't be a normal poltergeist, ya know?" He shrugged before eating another. "You could make another deal with a crossroads demon, though my money is on that backfiring but hey, you're a Winchester; you guys always fuck up beyond all reason before managing to fix it with something even more fucked." He pointed out before pausing. "Or... I can help fix you." He offered.

Stranger: Sam looked at him. This guy was really something special. You know, Sam thought he himself had issues. But this guy? Holy shit. He was weird. But... A good weird. Sam didn't dislike it- It was somewhat… Humorous. "I think we all know I would prefer the last option…" He admitted, calming down once again. Giant damn moodswings. "I would really appreciate it, too…" Even if he didn't know how this could be fixed. Usually, things that were connected to deals? They were set. Of course, they can be broken some ways. But mostly? Mostly said demons get what they want in the end. In this case? Ruin two Winchesters. Get the soul of one and make the other nothing more than one. As easy as that. "I mean, I'm sure being a ghost is fun, if you're into that sort of stuff, but I'd rather not. I prefer being able to, you know, exist physically…" He said with a small shrug. It was weird. Sam thought it might be unpleasant to be around Gabriel. But it just wasn't. He was somewhat of a hope, even. And fun. Even if Sam feared that he might do something bad any second.

You: Gabriel set the plate back down and straightened, rolling his shoulders as if prepping for manual labor. "You should really be careful what you wish for kiddo." He reminded. "Making a deal with a Trickster can be as bad as making on with a demon." He pointed out before moving to where Sam was still sitting on the floor. "This will make two favors." He added. "And this last one... I'm not sure if you're going to be able to pay up." He sighed before a hand went to Sam's chin to tilt his head back, leaning in close, close enough that their breaths mingled with one another. "Do you still want to do this?" He asked, gaze lowering to the larger man's lips. He wasn't going to kiss him, that was a demon thing. No, he didn't need that. But the closer they were the stronger his grace would be when it transfered. Still, he was curious how good of a kisser Sam would be. It was a distant thought though, as he waited for an answer.

Stranger: Sam didn't mind that, really. He trusted any being more than a demon. That was the way it was. He disgusted demons. So much. Nor did he mind the amount of favors, really. But one thing was surprising- When the other suddenly came VERY close. It was something he didn't expect. "U-Uh..." He let out the smallest noise of surprise, wanting to inch back- Yet not doing so. "I-I honestly don't know, but- But I suppose- I mean, yes- Not like I have a choice-" He said, in an awkward tone. Because right now? He felt awkward. Fact was, sure this guy was an asshole. And a murderer. Or… Something. Well- He was... He did… /Things/. Sam couldn't wrap his head around that to this day. But he still trusted him. Because it wasn't like he did anything necessarily… Super... Bad. Okay. Okay- A few people died. But still. Mostly it was in good spirit. Or something. Long story short- Sam was trusting Gabriel. Not as much as Dean, but still.

You: Gabriel tilted his head. "Alright, Sammich, you asked for it, just remember that." He teased with a small grin. His gaze began to glow a bright gold and the bluish white sliver of his grace escaped from his parted lips just an inch or so away from Sam's, drifting to the other man and entering him. Gabriel never really knew what it felt like to a human when they took in a part of an angels grace. He wasn't even sure if they noticed as long as it wasn't the full being. For Sam he would bet that it wasn't necessarily pleasant or unpleasant, it simply was. Gabriel straightened, his still golden gaze drifting over the seams of Sam's soul and watching as his grace wove around the tattered edges of the the magnificently bright essence that made of Sam. It wove its way through it, attaching it back to the vessel like a bandage. It would do nothing but hold Sam's soul in place for awhile, eventually allowing Sam's soul to absorb it, fusing into one being... something not quite an angel but not quite a human either and certainly not a nephelim. Sam would be something new... in time. The powers that he'd come to realize would be unique. It was something Gabriel was far more curious to see than he should be. Still, Gabriel had never done this particular trick before and it had a surprising effect. He could still sense his grace in the man, the sensation of it rubbing against the other man's soul was... off putting... no that wasn't quite the right word... it was... strange, of course... but... just... different. He couldn't help the frown that played on his lips as he lost himself in thought, still unwittingly staring at the man.

Stranger: Yeah. This was- This was /not/ what Sam expected would happen. He didn't even know /what/ just happened. And he tried to think about it, but frick- It was so /weird/. And he felt weird. And he didn't know whether to like or dislike it. And as it was over? There was just... Complete silence, as he still tried to figure out what had just happened. What the other just did. Silence. Really. Everything Sam could manage. After a few seconds of stares and more… Silence- Sam finally spoke up. He could… Feel whatever that was inside of him. Faintly. But he could. It was warm. Not an ew warm. An aw warm. "What… What was that- What did you… What did you do....?" He asked, voice almost… Shy. Because he felt so taken aback. So... Like he had just witnessed-... Who knows. The miracle of birth? A bird getting hit by a train? Well, most certainly something shocking, new and... Honestly weird. Basically.

You: [brb]

Stranger: [Take your time :) Do you wanna exchange something by the way? So we can reconnect? I really like this and you're so good!]

You: [Sure my email is [email protected] if that works or do you want a tag?]

Stranger: [Nah, email works! Mine is T******************@gmail.com. Just so we are connected already :)]

You: [omfg "not an ew warm. An aw warm." I fucking love it!]

Stranger: [People always say they love it when I write that weirdly, idk why xD]

Stranger: [But thank chu]

You: [lol I think because its unique. But I can certainly see why the like it. It also might be because they relate to those kind of thoughts?]

Stranger: [Why, I'm glad you like it anyways. I sometimes think I might be overdoing it? I write it from the characters emotion standpoint. Like, when they're scared or panicked, I tend to make the writing quick. So if they're flustered, I tend to make the writing more awkward and more thought through. When they're happy, I try making it happy. Because- Atmosphere. But I think your writing is special too. It's good. Like- Novel kinda good. I can imagine it so well!]

You: Gabriel blinked, the glow fading from his gaze in an instant. "I fixed you." He answered as if it was nothing at all. In fact, he gave a small shrug to emphasis the nonchalance of it all. "A thank you would be nice." He teased. "Kids these days, I swear." He huffed but obviously wasn't offended in the least.

You: [Aw Ty! Yeah... I'm a English major so naturally I think my own writting is lacking so hearing that someone likes it is appreciated. ^.^]

Stranger: Sams eyes widened the slightest bit as he heard that. "Thank you-! I-I just... I mean…" He paused, unsure how to phrase it. After all, how was he supposed to phrase 'What the hell did you just do' in a way it sounded grateful? What was whatever just snaked its way inside of him- Ugh, wording it that way was also weird. "I just want to know /how/ you fixed me... And what that was- I mean… It's inside of me now- Whatever… I-I can feel it. It's… Weird." He blinked slightly. "Not- Not bad weird, no-" He quickly added afterwards, not wanting to hurt the other in any way. He was sort of helping him after all. Even if Sam didn't know how. So... Uh... Yeaah. "I just wanna know what you did… Okay?"

Stranger: [Aww, no problem!! But that's cool! I wanna become an English teacher when I'm done studying. My English may not be perfect, but well.]#

Stranger: [Hey, I've got to go to dinner. Will you reply on email? :)]

You: [sure]

Stranger: [Awesome! See you then! :D Love this so much!]

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