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Probably the ONLY exceptions that break the other above rules could possibly be the following (and PLEASE feel free to steal these ideas):
*Characters fighting for Clone Rights in the Senate, battlefield, another planet, etc where no physical clones are present, but their story is front row and center.
*Characters interacting in the story regarding the science or cloning actions of ANY of the Clone centered operations like on Kamino or any other planet, Hemlocks clone experimentation, shadowy cabal or Gov Tarkin planning something regarding the Clones, etc. where no physical clones are present, but their story is front row and center.
*I'm cool with ALL CLONE CONTENT TYPES: action packed, slow burn, mundane, clean, comfort, angsty, sad, heart breaking, tragic, cliff hangers, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, lovey-dovey, soothing, happy, domestic relationships, platonic relationships, hot romantic relationships, smut (off all kinds), aromantic, asexual, non-binary/genderfluid/gay/lesbian/bi/omni characters or targeted readers, baby batch, young cadet batch, etc. Your imagination is the limit!
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Say It
Prompt: Embarrassed & Shy, Marshall, Dirty Talk from @nashibirne (x)
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader
Word Count: Approx. 600
Warnings: Smut, P in V sex, Dirty talk, corruption kink
Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mates and readers @henryobsessed and @nashibirne , your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.
Edited by me, there will be errors
Dividers by me.
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Nothing in the world turned Marshall on more than watching a demure, dignified, pure, lady turn into a depraved, lustful, writhing, woman. The need to be the impetus that led to your corruption was what had led him to this moment and he pauses to take it all in.
You are more beautiful to him in this moment than ever before; naked and open, your body spread out across his bed, your smell and excitement seeping into his sheets. He wishes he could take a picture to capture this moment forever.
He doesn’t dare though, not yet anyway. One day you will let him, he’ll take baby steps. Having you completely bare and the lights on had taken a lot of finesse and being so close to finally having you, he was not about to mess this up by going too far too quickly.
Besides, he thinks as he leans over your body and holds his weight over you with an outstretched arm, there is something he wants more than a picture.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he says.
You avert your gaze from his and his cock throbs. God, he loves watching you squirm, loves watching you as your timidness and desire war for supremacy in your mind.
“I want…” you lick your lips, close your eyes and blurt out, “you to have sex with me.”
Marshall shakes his head. “No, baby, you don’t want to have sex.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. “I don’t?”
“No,” Marshall continues with a smirk, “you don’t want me to have sex with you. You want me to fuck you.”
“Oh God!” you cry, covering your face with your hands.
Cute, Marshall thinks, she’s so fucking cute.
“Say it,” he encourages.
He lowers himself until the coarse curls on his chest caress the sensitive and pebbled skin of your nipples. His fingers skim up the inside of your thigh, his touch leaving a wake of tight, tingling, goosebumped flesh.
“Say, ‘Walter, I want you to fuck me,’” he breathes into your ear, “Say, ‘I want you to fuck me until I scream.’”
Fingers dance over your slit, his thumb slides between your swollen lips to the slick and warm hidden skin of your pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart.”
You groan and Marshall grins. Your skin burns with embarrassment but also arousal.
“I can’t,” you practically sob.
Your core pulses, clutching at nothing, your desperation increasing as the roughened pad of Marshall’s thumb finds your clit. You hear a low deep moan and are shocked to realise it is coming from you.
Your thighs start to tremble as Marshall rolls your clit beneath his thumb. You’re gasping, each breath hitching in your throat as you teeter on the edge. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you grab hold in desperation. More, you need more.
She’s so close.
Marshall presses the pulsing and leaking head of his cock against your pussy. The soft heat of you is so tempting, he almost gives in.
Frustrated, he growls into your ear, “Tell me every dirty desire you have. Tell me every fucked up, filthy little fantasy that you dream about and I’ll make it a reality. All you have to do is say it.”
Your voice is so hoarse, you don’t recognise it as you finally relent. “Fuck me! Just fuck me, Walter.”
“Good girl,” Marshall praises gently, kissing your cheek. He sinks inside you, groaning with relief as your tight, silky walls envelop him. “Good fucking girl.”
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Week 6 - Battle Scars
Summer of Bad Batch | Crosshair x Omega x Hunter | Post-Tantiss Rescue on Pabu | SFW/Emotional One Shot | Warnings: PTSD, Nightmares, Flashbacks | 1159 words
Song inspiration - Midnight - Coldplay
“Omega,” Crosshair sits down on her bed. The moonlight poured through the window onto the bedspread she had kicked off. She lay asleep, but caught in a vivid nightmare.
“No!” She screams in her sleep as her legs kick and her arms flail, “ Hunter!”
Crosshair waits until she stops moving, then brushes her hair off her face and tucks it behind her ear.
“Omega,” he tries again.
She opened her eyes slowly and props herself up on her elbow.
“Crosshair?” She rubs her eyes.
“I’m here,” Crosshair began, but wasn’t sure what else to say.
“I was having a nightmare again, wasn’t I?” Omega sits up fully and buries her head into her hands.
“Mmhmm,” Crosshair nods.
“Sometimes I just feel like the Empire is still after me. Or the Kaminoans.” She looks up from her hands and meets Crosshair’s eyes. His expression bore concern and worry for his sister. He looks off to the side and prepares his words.
“You’re safe now,” he states after much thought.
“But why don’t I feel safe?” Omega asks.
The question catches Crosshair off-guard. He returns to look into Omega’s eyes as she searches for answers in his.
“You usually have better answers than I do,” Crosshair shrugs, but Omega’s look of desperation endures. Crosshair sighs and begins rubbing his right forearm up to where his hand once was.
“Omega,” he exhales, “I also experience… nightmares,” he says like he didn’t want to admit it.
“You?” Omega was floored that one of her brothers also had fears that crept up at night.
“Mmhmm,” Crosshair grunts. “I’ll wake quickly, but the feelings linger. I remember the pain of torture, the feelings of failure, the fear of losing…” He went silent. Omega reaches out to comfort him. Her hand slides down his arm as she offers reassurance.
“I still fear losing you and the others.” Crosshair looks out the window to partially escape the conversation, “I’ll remember the way my heart sank when I missed shooting the tracker onto that ship that took you away from Pabu. Or turning around and watching the Marauder leave me on the platform on Kamino,” Crosshair continued. “But, I’ll wake up and remember you’re here, safe. Our brothers are here too. The nightmares aren’t real anymore… But the feelings are. It’s like what we experienced was too much to feel in the moment, so we keep feeling it until it fades.”
The Pabu wind enters the room and fills the air with a gentle ocean breeze. Crosshair inhales and sighs, relaxing into the moment a little more.
“These dreams serve as a reminder of how far we’ve come. What we’ve experienced is real, but our lives are different now. You’re safe now, Omega.” Crosshair continues and looks back up to Omega, finding her wiping a tear from her eye. Crosshair felt the inclination to pull her closer, but was hesitant.
“You have battle scars too, little soldier,” he chuckles to deflect instead.
Omega wipes another tear, “You’re safe now too, Crosshair,” her voice breaks.
She pulls his arm closer and wraps her arms around it, leaning her head on his shoulder. Crosshair looks surprised, but then pushes himself onto the bed with his back against the wall, accepting her affection. He tucks her hair behind her ear once more with his left hand then rests it on his leg while Omega softly relaxes into his presence.
Crosshair looks out the window to the stars and gazes upward. He thinks about all the nights he had spent alone in a cell without windows in contrast to all the lively nights aboard the Marauder as a young soldier. He recalls Wrecker’s enormous laugh, Tech’s intellectual jabs, Echo’s swearing, and Hunter’s stubborn attitude.
He smiles, remembering all of the good times they had. Like a bolt of lightning, the memory of Order 66 crushed the moment and his remembered joys scream to a wild halt: the flashbacks rush in. He remembers lining his scope up to shoot Hunter; shooting Wrecker; demanding the order to burn his brothers in a ship engine; Mayday’s pulse leaving his body; waking up on Tantiss; losing Omega.
Crosshair shakes his head as he feels his memories split his soul. His heart races. He feels the dissociation grip his consciousness and looks back at Omega for protection; her presence grounds him.
I didn’t lose her, Crosshair thinks to himself as his hand jumps to find Omega’s hand wrapped around his arm. He lets the tension in his shoulders fall and breathes in and out deeply. He sits for a few moments more, letting his breath wash over him and holding Omega’s hand like a lifeline.
Omega’s grip around Crosshair’s arm loosens as she falls into a deeper sleep. She begins to drool on his arm. The unwanted sensation of her spit throws Crosshair back to the present.
He felt a little grossed out, but felt relieved to be pulled back into the moment so violently.
Crosshair’s lips turn upward into a soft smile as he watches Omega sleep so comfortably next to him. He never would have guessed he could comfort anyone, much less a child.
This is who I am, he thinks to himself.
Crosshair quietly stands and gently lays her head down onto her pillow. He tucks the blanket around her and closes the curtain to block the coming sun in hopes she could sleep in after a restless night. He slips out of her room and closes the door softly.
“I thought I felt your eyes,” Crosshair whispers to Hunter once the door is sealed. Hunter leans against the wall just outside of Omega’s room.
“Is she all right?” Hunter inquires.
“She just had a nightmare,” Crosshair relayed.
“I’m surprised you picked up on that before I did,” Hunter sighed, surprised that his instincts hadn’t brought him out of his deep sleep sooner to comfort Omega.
“I was already awake,” Crosshair shrugs.
Hunter raised an eyebrow as he knew Crosshair could fall and stay asleep anywhere, even the battlefield. Hunter stayed silent, but continued to stare at Crosshair in disbelief.
“I had a nightmare too,” Crosshair embarrassedly admits.
Hunter’s face relaxes and he places his hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. Crosshair looks down at Hunter’s hand.
“Well, Omega’s right. You’re safe now too,” Hunter echos.
“Hmm,” Crosshair grunts a little in slight agreement. Hunter tightens his grip a little on Crosshair’s shoulder to gain his attention back. Crosshair looks up into Hunter’s eyes.
“I’m sorry I left you behind,” Hunter admits.
Crosshair’s eyes widen as he never expected to get an apology from his brother. He quickly darts his gaze away to process.
“Well, I did try to kill you,” Crosshair dryly jokes back.
“But you didn’t when you could have,” Hunter surmised.
“Hmm,” Crosshair grunts again. Hunter takes his hand off Crosshair’s shoulder and folds his arms.
“Get some sleep, Hunter,” Crosshair begins to walk to his room, but turns halfway around in the hallway, “But, keep one eye open,” Crosshair chuckles.
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Sorry, Wrong Comms! Masterlist
Season one Bad Batch AU fic; our favorite squadron of rouge Clones escapes the Empire (some more reluctantly than others) post Order 66 and do their best to make their way in a turbulent galaxy. When a medical emergency puts one of their own at risk, they're forced to seek out medical help, and end up forging a friendship in the woman who kindly helps them.
She may be a simple medic, but she's no stranger to the sick and injured of the galaxy, even when things get grisly once more for the Bad Batch...
Please mind the warnings for each chapter as there are things like vague medical terminology, near death(s), mild injury description + care, blood, drugs (both medical and **recreational references), use of restraints, needles (autoinjectors), nausea and non-descriptive mentions of vomit, language and minor adult themes throughout the series.
*RATING: 16+ | STATUS: Complete | POV: 3rd Person | Fem Reader
🩺Chapter 1
🩺Chapter 2
🩺Chapter 3
🩺Chapter 4
🩺Chapter 5
🩺Chapter 6
🩺Chapter 7
🩺Chapter 7.5
🩺Chapter 8
🩺Chapter 9
🩺Chapter 10
🩺Chapter 11
🩺Chapter 12
Started: 5/1/2023 | Finished: 7/24/2023 | Total word count: 82,209
*I am aware chapters will say "Intended audience is 13+"; these were written some time ago and new edits will not always "take" when I have tried to save them.
**This is a one-time occurrence.
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Pet Peeve:
Does anyone else find it really annoying when people misspell character's names when their character information is easily accessible? I'm thinking of two in specific, but I'm sure there's more.
This sweet young boy who may or may not have attempted to commit murder, and it's none of my business to spill what he may or may not have done:
This is a character from My Hero Academia. His name is NOT Lida Tenya, it's Iida Tenya, or Tenya Iida. With an I. I as in pronounced like eye.
And this motherfucker!!
This motherfucker is named Chrollo Lucilfer. His name isn't Chrollo Lucifer. Lucilfer, pronounced like if sulfur was spelt with an I.
I understand some of these are because of language barriers, and I am not at all criticizing that, I understand how difficult English is. But every time I see the misspell it makes me want to comment, but it's hard to do that without seeming like a critical bitch.
Use at your own discretion, I guess I can't stop you from misspelling their names, just a pet peeve of mine. There are others as well, but these two are the ones that come to mind.
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Dominic fike x Reader ★・・・・・・★
𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 !𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝
𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧�� 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 ��𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨. 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧.
𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚. “𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛. 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚. “𝙖𝙢 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬?” 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙. “𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮.
#dominicfike#dominic fike#dominic fike x reader#dominic fike fluff#dominic fike fan fiction#euphoria#dominic fike imagines#webweaving#love#dominic fike smut#dominic fike x you#sunburn#what could possibly go wrong#hunter schafer#romance#web weaving#elliot euphoria
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With SCOM heading towards its conclusion, I’m genuinely curious about which of the in universe villains readers have been most stressed out by.
Art by @probablyhuntersmom
#toh fanfic#the owl house#hunter noceda#sweet child o mine#toh hunter#a03 fanfic#spotify#willow x hunter#huntlow#willow park#the owl house fan fiction#reader poll
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Why do fandoms hate non-monogamy?
I find it so confusing that the only hate comments I’ve ever received on ao3 have been about non-monogamy of all things. I don’t consider my writing to be massively shocking or controversial but I do occasionally write about some darker subjects (cannibalism, legal age gaps, couples carving their names into each other’s backs, lesbian serial killers), and these are the fics I typically brace myself for pushback on. Again, even the darker stuff doesn’t get too dark, I tend to fluff things up a bit. But these fics end up receiving overwhelming support, which I’m very grateful for
Still though, when I write stuff like that, you can imagine my confusion when people instead choose to hate on my open relationship fics. At least if it were something pertaining to violence I could be like “okay I get it, this subject makes some people uncomfortable.” When it’s simply stretching the bounds of heteronormativity or interpreting the characters differently, the comments end up feeling particularly aggressive. I’m talking a kind of hate I’ve only experienced within Southern Baptist churches
You literally cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that Hisoka and Illumi would have a monogamous relationship. That is so completely different from their canon dynamic, where they’re already implied to have something going on but Hisoka is seen thirsting over other characters frequently. The first hate comment was about them and I was a little petty about it, I called the commenter out in the description of the fic. I have since then deleted the callout but I kinda wish I hadn’t. Though I’ve heard there’s a hatebot on HisoIllu ao3 so that might have been the problem
The other ship was Cherik, which comes down more to interpretation. Although they are one of my favorite ships ever, I do multiship with them and I feel as though their relationships with women are very valuable to both of them. I know because of the ending to Dark Phoenix, a lot of people like to give them a stereotypical Hallmark happily ever after but I just can’t completely see them like that. At least not during the bulk of the franchise, which is where my fic took place. I think they are soulmates but they have other shit going on, and other people in their lives they wouldn’t want to give up (I’m very attached to Erik’s relationship with Magda from the comics so shhhh). Writing them as an old married couple before they’ve worked everything out just isn’t realistic to me
And Soukoku, omg Soukoku. This one wasn’t a hate comment but someone decided to mention in a bookmark they made for one of my fics that they didn’t like how Dazai and Chuuya weren’t fully together and still saw other people. I don’t write for Soukoku anymore as I really only “ship” them in the manga, their dynamic is perfect as it is and I don’t need to see anything added to that. But that’s simply a matter of preference, there are plenty of fans who do want to see them run off and get married and you know what? If I ended up reading a fic like that, I wouldn’t bookmark it just to complain that I’d prefer if they weren’t married. Soukoku is like the least heteronormative ship ever, c’mon guys. Their dynamic is so unique and complex and you want to see them settle down with 5 kids?? To each their own ig but don’t tell me how you want to see them fanonized😭
Those aren’t the only ships I’ve written open relationships with, at least I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure some of my Fyozai and Nikozai fics have been like that as well. Which makes me even more annoyed because I know it’s just because HisoIllu, Cherik, and Soukoku are massively popular ships within their respective fandoms and people want to see them characterized the exact same way every time. When there’s such an overload of content for all three of them, you’d think people would be less picky. If you don’t like how I write them that’s completely fine, just go read a different fic. I promise you there’s no shortage, Soukoku is one of the top ships on ao3. I don’t really like the way Soukoku and Cherik are characterized by their fandoms so when I write them, I try to provide something different. It’s good to have variety in the type of content that exists for ships, I’ve had a lot of Soukoku fans thank me for highlighting Chuuya’s flaws rather than making Dazai the only villain in their relationship. It may not be for you, but there are some people who will enjoy it. If you don’t like it just move on and read something else
Overall I think the issue here is heteronormativity (take a shot every time I write that word). It’s perfectly fine if you want your ships to have a storybook romance where they get married and have babies at the end, I’m like that with most of my ships. But keep in mind that there are different types of relationships, and not everyone wants to read the same thing. That’s my favorite part of multishipping, some ships don’t exist as full relationships to me and that’s great. It gives me the opportunity to explore different dynamics- friends with benefits, one-sided pining, besties who flirt, emotionally married but never confessed. People really only seem okay with this variety of the ship isn’t popular, or if it’s not the main pairing for a character. Nobody bats an eye when I write Fyozai as non-monogamous because at the end of the day, most of those readers want to see Dazai end up with Chuuya. Popular ships deserve variety too though, a lot of readers are secretly missing that. We’ve seen Soukoku written the same way a million times, so why not mix it up?? One fic of them being non-monogamous won’t hurt anybody. You can still interpret them however you want to, but don’t send hate to fans who don’t share the same opinion
Not everyone has the same relationship experience, and fiction should reflect that. There’s a common complaint that love stories are repetitive, so writers should be encouraged to take a different approach to romance. Those relationships aren’t any less valuable than “traditional” ones, they can be just as meaningful and life-changing. I’ll even bring TBHK into this; while I prefer to imagine Teru and Akane having some fairytale ending together, it’s so refreshing to see most fans giving them an angsty slowburn well into their 30s. It’s something you don’t see with every ship, and it fits them well. That’s the beauty of fan fiction, everyone interprets the characters slightly differently so we get to explore different concepts with them. In that sense, even the overused tropes feel unique every time. So don’t shame someone for stepping further outside popular fan interpretation, they’re just proving some variety that many readers may enjoy
#hisoillu#cherik#soukoku#skk#hisoka morow#illumi zoldyck#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#chuuya nakahara#osamu dazai#bungou stray dogs#bsd#hunter x hunter#hxh#marvel#x men#fan fiction#shipping#fandom#fanfic#ao3#archive of our own#multishipper#non monogamy
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#boy meets world#bmw#jack hunter#jeric#eric x jack#jack x eric#boys in love#they were in love your honor#eric matthews#bmw fanfiction#boy meets world fanfiction#fan fiction#fanfic
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No Harm Done (Oneshot) - Crow x Guardian (Destiny 2)
The following oneshot may contain spoilers from around The Season of the Haunted beneath the cut. Tread carefully, Guardian.
What to Expect: SFW, fluff, cute, semi-platonic
The following scene takes place at some point during The Season of the Haunted.
Enjoy!
Vera lay splayed out on her emergency bedroll on a bench in the H.E.L.M. snoring and tucked under the fold of the grey, plastic-like covering. She hadn't managed to get a half-decent night's rest for weeks since her latest series of missions on Nessus, and the very thought of hauling her groggy Awoken ass back to the city and through the streets to her flat felt nothing short of laughable. As soon as she'd arrived at the H.E.L.M. with her fireteam to split their loot and part ways, she knew she was in no condition to fly.
She had been out cold for a few hours before a voice started echoing in her subconscious.
"Vera?"
Vera scrunched her nose in her sleep, rolling over in response to the strange noise calling her name from beyond the sleep.
"Vera, please wake up."
The voice was insistent - full of concern.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly to see the burgundy shell of Crow's ghost hovering in front of her.
"Glint?" Vera rubbed her eyes as she slowly sat up, letting the top half of her bedroll crinkle down to her hips to reveal her in a simple white tank top and slate gray sweatpants. "What is it? Is everything alright?"
"I'm sorry to wake you up, it's just-" he was speaking in a hushed, hurried tone, twitching from one side to the other. "It's Crow."
"Crow?" Vera frowned, swinging her legs around the side of her cot to set her bare feet on the ground. "Is he alright?"
"Well, he has... nightmares. That's normal for him, but usually, I just wake him up." Glint cast his eye down to the ground and shook from side to side. "This time, I can't seem to snap him out of it - he won't wake up. He's all wrapped up in this one, and I'm getting worried."
"Take me to him." Vera pulled herself to her feet and followed Glint around the corridors of the H.E.L.M. to where Crow had clearly fashioned a makeshift cot for himself in a small room tucked out of the way. Vera suspected it had once been a closet for janitorial use.
Sure enough, Crow was there, tucked under tattered covers that weren't quite long enough to cover his feet, head resting on his folded up hunter's cape.
"Crow?" Vera called softly, awkwardly taking a few steps closer. There was no response. As she got closer to the side of his cot, she noticed he was sweating, his breathing ragged and nearly laboured. He tossed and turned, his face contorting as if he were experiencing some manner of agony. Vera tried to call out again. "Crow, wake up. You're only dreaming."
Still nothing. Glint let out a small series of electric chatters and chirps.
"Come on, Crow." Vera reached out to rest a hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle shake. "Snap out of it!"
To her shock, Crow's hand snapped up to grasp her arm, yanking her off her feet and onto her back on the other side of the cot. Before she could blink, he was on top of her, panting with his knife to her throat, his other hand clasped around her wrists, holding her arms over her head.
"Whoa, hey! Crow!" Vera raised her voice in alarm. "It's me!"
Crow's glowing harvest moon eyes snapped open, pupils dilated, chest heaving. At first, his vision was dark and blurred, not allowing him to fully comprehend what was in front of him. In this moment, he felt the familiar fight-or-flight panic in his bones; a them-or-me type of fear that had become as close to home as he'd known ever since Glint had brought him into this life.
"Crow! Stop!" Glint's voice cut through his panic as he flashed in front of him in one frantic movement.
"What....?" Crow breathed, brow furrowed in confusion. As he looked down to the figure pinned beneath him, his vision came into focus to reveal the Awoken huntress, a pinprick trickle of blood from her neck at the tip of his blade. She looked up at him with wide, pale moonlight-coloured eyes, lavender lips parted as she regarded him with intermingling fear and concern.
As if his dagger were suddenly coated in molten lava, he flung the blade to the ground with a gasp and released Vera's wrists, palms up in surrender.
"Vera! I-" Crow stammered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I-I thought -"
"Hey, no harm done." Vera smiled at him, trying (and failing) to ease his guilt with a joke and a crooked grin. "As far as I can tell, I still have all nine of my limbs."
Crow frowned, clearly not amused at Vera's attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
"Vera, you shouldn't shrug this off," he sighed. "I almost killed you. Do you realize that?"
"Do you realize it wouldn't have mattered?" Vera rolled her eyes. "You're not the only guardian here, you know. We live, we die, we come back - rinse and repeat; it's what we do. It's the circle of Light and all that-"
"But you would have had to do so at my hand!" Crow snapped. "I've had to resurrect more times than I can count because of... other guardians."
Crow averted his eyes, remembering the multitude of times a disgruntled guardian had taken out their unending hatred for Uldren out on him - usually in the form of a bullet to the head.
"Crow, stop." Vera gently placed her hands on his cheeks, her expression serious and determined. "I know you. When you get like this, you tend to spiral. You're far too hard on yourself as it is."
"One of us should be..." Crow replied, almost too quietly for Vera to hear.
She sighed and pursed her lips, grasping Crow's chest by the fabric of his shirt and yanking him down into her arms, his head tucked into the crook of her neck.
"Wh-what are you-"
"Hush." Vera ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the tension in his shoulders begin to relax. "There's no talking to you when you're like this, and you clearly haven't gotten a full night's rest in who knows how long - frankly, neither have I. So, sleep. We can talk this out in the morning."
"What if I try to hurt you again?" Crow whispered, cheeks warm with embarrassment to Vera's intimately close proximity. "What if I just have another nightmare?"
"Then I'll be here to chase them away for you." Vera rested her chin on top of Crow's head, gently pulling the covers up to his shoulders. "You're my friend, Crow. You won't hurt me. And I'm not going anywhere."
Glint hovered nearby, drifting idly in relief. Vera gave him a nod, allowing him to tuck himself away for the night.
Humming a simple melody softly under her breath, she felt Crow's heartbeat return to normal, and his breathing slowed as he drifted back to a dreamless sleep not long before she followed.
#destiny#destiny 2#crow#guardian#hunter#void#crow x vera#crow x young wolf#crow x guardian#season of the haunted#pyretta#wychwiggin#psh#purple strudel house#fanfiction#fan fiction#oneshot#Spotify
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"I'M YOUR MAN"
Hunter x Jedi Fem Reader Supporting Character. SMUTTY++
Background: This one shot starts out very similar to my "Hunt and Peck" one shot. However, it's not just a Force Sensitive, but an actual Jedi. And, his Batchmates aren't in on the shenanigans. This is the VERY dirty version of "Hunt and Peck" but Hunter goes "solo".
I wanted to write a smutty fic from INSIDE Hunter's head space. We hardly ever really know what's going on in there. Well, now you do!
Word Count: 2.1K
WARNING: Male masturbation, oral sex, genital sex, spit kink, swearing kink, dirty word kink, praise kink, names of various sexual positions, bodily fluids, lots of dirty nasty sexy stuff. Lots of it. Very LEMONY content!
The Batch finished up their latest mission, picking up a new passenger along the way. Y/N was a Jedi hitching a ride to a planet they would be passing on the way to Kamino. She would only be staying a few standard days on the Marauder, and the crew made sure she had a comfortable stay.
Within two days Hunter was smitten. He usually kept his infatuations to himself as best he could...ESPECIALLY with female Jedi. But...well, this one was different...and difficult to ignore. Of course, he still engaged with her politely and respectfully. Being a Sergeant and host on this transport, he kept some distance.
Y/N was attractive. Not conventionally, as he wouldn’t consider himself attracted to just ANY pretty face. But she had that...thing. An essence? Something that just took him out at the knees. It was elusive...
...and she smelled SO GOOD. Hell, even when she was sweaty, dirty, just got woke up in the morning...heady scent of her body odor with the slightest tang of her sex...
Hunter shifted in the pilot’s seat. His armor codpiece felt tight. Dammit, he NEEDED to stop getting distracted. He was supposed to be sitting watch on the ship.
Technically Echo was to stand this shift. However, he was under the weather and now lying down like the rest of his brothers.
Hunter could hear Crosshair breathing, Echo’s ticking mechanical heart, and smell Tech’s drool...as he slept face down with mouth open. Wreckers' snores were like a power tool, until his sleep apnea kicked in. Hunter would count the seconds unconsciously holding his own breath too...until Wrecker finally inhaled.
Hunter inhaled deeply just thinking about it...
...until Y/N sighed in her sleep. The sound brought his attention back to the heat and tightness in his groin. Hunter’s cock was now becoming painful with an intense pressure against his codpiece.
Oh STARS! How did the other Clones deal with this??? Commander Bly following Aayla Secura around while she exposed all that beautiful blue skin. Or Deepa Billoba with her pretty braids and deep scarlet lips...
...then there was his first crush: Shaak Ti. A tall stunning Togruta with her long montrals and head tails.
DANK FERRICK! Y/N did look at him a lot and smiled. He could sense her body reacting to him MUCH differently than his brothers. The thrumming of her presence on his senses. Something he guessed was her Force sensitivity. It would tickle his nerve endings and make him shiver...in a VERY good way. Was Y/N flirting with the Force? Hunter wasn’t exactly sure. Was that even ALLOWED?
Hunter ripped the codpiece off and tossed it onto the Marauder’s dash. His girthy engorged cock staining through his blacks...and leaving a wet spot.
These Jedi women are going to be the death of me!
Who was he kidding...WOMEN drove him crazy!!!
The last thing Hunter wanted was to cause any trouble...especially with a Jedi.
He had to take care of this situation...and put IT to “rest” ...NOW.
Walking back to the refresher wasn’t an option. He didn’t want to wake anyone, and he was supposed to be on watch.
Listening again, Hunter could perceive everyone was asleep and accounted for. He slid down comfortably in the pilot’s chair. Noting that Tech left one of his hand rags for mechanical maintenance hanging up in the cockpit, Hunter grabbed it for clean up later.
Looking around and listening one last time, Hunter gently rolled down his blacks and released his cock. Its meaty girthiness sprung up at attention. Uncut and big enough to satisfy, but not so large as to be painful. Poor Wrecker...Hunter thought fleetingly. So big he must hold back constantly to not injure. Gotta be stressful. People would give Hunter shit for being the smallest of the group. Heh, average ain’t bad. Especially since he exceeded at technique.
What was the saying on Kamino? Yeah...It’s not the size of the ship, but the motion of the ocean.
The head of his penis peeked out from the uncut foreskin. Hunter smoothed his thumb through the large drop of precum and rubbed gentle circles on the top of his cock. He shivered from the sensation but held back a gentle moan. He needed to be extra quiet. Keeping his mouth shut, Hunter also regulated his breathing.
Next, he cupped his cock in hand and gently but firmly pulled back his foreskin. Then he gave his shaft a few good pumps.
... A very feminine scent wafted from the pallet Y/N was sleeping on the bunk room floor. She must have been having a hell of a dream...as Hunter could smell her wet arousal. To her credit, she was extremely quiet.
The smell drove him crazy. More precum leaked from his cock.
Hunter closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to bury his face in Y/N’s pussy. He inhaled her scent and pictured himself licking and sucking her clit. How she would look from that point of view. Staring up over her mons pubis to see her writhe and sweat. Hair messed, face and chest flushed as he teased her to orgasm over and over again. Screaming his name, asking for more.
FUCK, he LOVED EATING PUSSY! LOVED watching his lovers lose themselves in ecstasy. Loved when they praised his talent for the job.
And, if they wanted to be fingered while he dined, he happily obliged. Gently of course...unless she insisted on it being rough. He followed directions very well and kept the channels of communication open. How many fingers? How’s that feel? You like how I’m fingering you? Tell me. I wanna hear you tell me. Yeah...whatever you want. I’m your man. Mmmm...You’re so FUCKING beautiful!
Pumping his cock, occasionally coming up to rub the leaking precum across his head and frenulum with his thumb. The mental image fueling his desire and the tingling of his penis.
Hunter also LOVED breasts. Big, small, he serviced them all. Lick them, kiss, twist, cup. But, he wasn’t in a hurry. No, Hunter wanted to appreciate the other parts of his lover's body and work his way there.
Nibbling Y/N’s thighs, tender kisses on her stomach. Women worry too much about their bellies. Who the fuck made them feel so insecure? Hunter wasn’t gonna get mad. He didn’t have time for that. Bring that belly here and let me worship it. The asshole that made you feel bad about that part of your body isn’t here...I AM. Look me right in the eyes. Yeah, hold that eye contact. Listen to me. I’m gonna make your body SING tonight. I wanna make you feel desirable...’cause you are. Now, grab my hair if you feel ya gotta hold on tight!
Pumped his wet cock a bit more...
AND ASSES! All sizes. Firm and jiggly...flat and flabby...
Fuck the guy who told you your ass wasn’t pretty. Probably the same dipshit who razzed you about your other body parts.
I’m here to tell ya: Your body parts make my cock wanna give you a standing ovation. I’ll happily kiss ANYTHING on your body, if it’ll get you off. Even the stuff you might be worried is too nasty and dirty. I’ll be as clean as you request or dirty as ya care to ask for.
Hunter needed to stay on track. All the blood was rushing to his lower extremities, making him a bit punch drunk. His eyes were half closed with horniness.
And he needed a bit more lubrication. Hunter leaned over his swollen member and spit on it delicately. The extra slide felt amazing.
Oh yeah...Hunter was getting ahead of himself. In his mind Y/N requested he kiss and suckle her breasts. In his mind, she moaned and raked at his back. Mmmmhmm...I wanna hear you. Tell me how much you like this. He moved up to lavish her neck with kisses, grinding his slippery member through her sex. The sound was loud and wet. Smells sooo good. Whispering in her ear, pressing his nose against her cheek You feel so good! FUCK...Hunter shivered, his cock twitching with anticipation.
Are you ready for me? Yeah? Gonna take my time, okay? I’m in no hurry...unless you WANT me to fuck you hard and put you away wet? I aim to please. So swollen and hard right now...could grab you around the legs, hoist ya up, and nail ya silly. Missionary? Doggie style? Cowgirl? Reverse Cowgirl? Vertical or Horizonal, I’m strong enough to get ya there.
No? Ok. Just give me the word. And I’ll take it nice...and easy.
Hunter slowed down the momentum on his cock. Stroking gently to prolong his arousal and not cum too soon.
What about me, you say? Heh...REALLY enjoying my time with you. I’m a man of variety. Whatever you want, I’m along for...ahem...the ride. However long it takes.
You wanna suck my cock? Well...chuckles...I won’t say NO to a good blow. Just ask you tease me a bit. He imagined the wet softness of Y/N’s mouth on his member. Swirling her tongue over his head, shaft...
...her hand firmly gripping his balls and he gripped them now...
...pumping his cock...gathering momentum.
Wanna blow my seed in your cunt, while I’m holding you. Full body skin on skin contact while I’m inside you. My uncut foreskin rubbing your pink jellybean clit while my cock caresses your G-spot. Bonus if I get to taste your mouth while you moan into mine.
Hunter lifted his pelvis off the seat, bracing his legs and abdomen...adding pressure to his core and the root of his sex. He slid his cock back and forth through his wet hand, gritting his teeth, and sweating.
I’ll do EVERYTHING in my power to take you over the edge ONE more time before I do. I got the stamina to fuck, suck, and caress you all night if it’s what you request of me. Over and over again.
I’m YOUR MAN.
As Hunter came, a very sudden and explosive scream erupted from the bunk room!
Hunter let go of his scrotum and slapped a hand over his mouth to hold back his violent moans. An intense, warm orgasm shot through his body. Hunter came SO HARD it hit the ceiling of the Marauder’s cockpit with an audible THUMP! A climax so sudden and strong, he shook and was unable to stand.
The bunk room erupted in chaos. Wrecker had fallen off the top bunk from sheer terror. Tech started awake and flung his datapad across the room...hitting Crosshair in the head. Only Echo remained unscathed as he slipped unaided by his prosthetics from the bottom bunk to the Jedi’s pallet on the floor.
He put his one intact arm around the Jedi. “Ma’am, are you ok?”
She, sweating, flushed, and breathing heavily, “Oh...” stammered, “A dream.”
“Sounded like a NIGHTMARE!” Wrecker recovered from his fall.
The Jedi laughed nervously.
Tech finally found his goggles amongst the bedcovers, slapped them on, and ran to the refresher. “I’ll retrieve a glass of water for our guest.”
Crosshair rubbed the goose egg developing on his forehead. “Bring a bacta patch while you’re in there too!”
“Where the HELL is HUNTER???” Echo thundered.
On command Hunter slid into the bunk room. “What happened? Must have fallen asleep on watch!”
Echo turned to Hunter “Our Guest gave us quite a scare.” He looked puzzled as Hunter NEVER fell asleep on watch. “Due to a dream.”
Tech ran in and handed the Jedi a full canteen of water and a small towelette for her sweaty brow.
“Thank you, Tech.” She dabbed herself and sipped from the canteen...purposely keeping her eyes averted from the Sergeant.
“Bacta patch?” Crosshair growled at Tech.
“I ONLY have two hands, Crosshair!” Tech sassed his way back to the refresher.
“Looking a little FLUSHED too, Hunter. Sure you’re FEELING well? Crosshair sneered.
Hunter was just about to tell Crosshair to shut his pie hole when the Jedi interrupted. “I... think I’m ready to go back to sleep.”
“Alright.” Echo got back into his bunk. “You need ANYTHING, we’re right here.”
“I’m feeling better now.” She sighed. "Thank you Echo."
Wrecker leaned down and handed Lula to Y/N. “Lula will help you sleep the rest of the night.”
“Thank you, Wrecker.”
Crosshair sneered at Hunter who turned to go back to his watch station.
Tech unpeeled the bacta patch and slapped it over Crosshair’s pie hole, then turned out the lights.
Next morning the Marauder landed at the Jedi’s destination. She thanked The Batch and descended the gangplank. Sergeant Hunter was the last to say goodbye and salute her.
“I must thank you, btw.” She blushed demurely and smiled.
Hunter looked confused and glanced to see where his Batchmates were at. They had already retreated into the ship, preparing to leave the planet.
“Uh...for what?”
“For being...MY MAN... last night.”
Hunter blushed crimson red... speechless but had SO MANY questions.
“I know what you’re thinking Sergeant. Jedi CAN have...relations. They just can’t be possessive attachments. And... technically we never physically touched...”
She winked and walked away towards her destination.
And that was how Hunter was literally mind-fucked by a Jedi.
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Yours & Mine - Hunter x Reader
Clone Fic Gift Exchange
Prompt: “I’m yours and you are mine” with Hunter (with a mention of “don’t go far from me”)
A/N: Here’s my piece for the @cloneficgiftexchange! I’m so nervous to write/post this since @photogirl894 is one of my favorite authors here on Tumblr, so to write a piece for them, I was NERVOUS! I hope you enjoy this 🥺 Special thank you to @kakyoweeniesdump and @pinkiemme for editing and feedback! (I’ll post this to AO3 once I get home from Star Wars Celebration!)
Word count: 2047
Some days Hunter couldn’t believe his luck. To have his squad. To have Omega. To have her. He was created in a lab on a rainy planet, meant to die in a war he was created for, to serve a master he had no control over, and now his life has done almost a total 180. After retiring from working with Cid, the group had decided to settle down on a little planet in the Outer Rim that Rex had found and had been helping clones resettle who were tired of fighting away from the Empire. Between all of them, they had been able to make a fairly sustainable home. For the first time in their lives, they had the true freedom to choose.
Omega was able to go to school and make friends, something she thoroughly loved. She was frequently up before the boys in the morning, ready to go. Hunter thought the excitement would wear off, but as she entered her 60th rotation of school she still seemed to find wonder in school every day. Tech had gotten a job with a local mechanic shop after he had fixed some farming equipment for a farm nearby in record time. Wrecker had been loving helping some of the local farms with their animals and taking care of the livestock, he had been in the process of trying to convince Hunter that they needed some cattle for their farm, but Hunter wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with the smell every day. Hunter had found himself helping the townspeople with hunting and tracking and somehow, teaching some of the younger kids how to survive in the woods nearby. And unsurprising to Hunter their medic had quickly settled into helping with the local clinic.
Hunter had been very well aware of his feelings for her before the group had settled down, but with them always on the run from the Empire, he had no desire to tie her in with their group in any way that could get her hurt or worse. He tried pushing her away or at the very least get her to understand the danger she would be in by running with them. Cid had essentially forced them to have a real medic join the crew after too many missions had gone sideways due to injuries. It wasn’t that he was ungrateful to have a medic with knowledge that wasn’t learned from the holonet five minutes before putting it into practice like Tech used to do, but Hunter felt weird about any civilian traveling with them. The team warmed up to her quickly, especially Omega, and it was shortly after she had gone out of her way to get colorful band-aids for Omega did Hunter allow himself to start to give in to these feelings. The warm feeling her smile and gentle touches gave him kept him up at night, thoughts of her would circle his mind and on the rare occasion, he’d allow himself to think of a peaceful future with her.
He thought he hid his feelings well.
He did not.
It was clear to everyone, including her, almost immediately that his feelings for the medic were stronger than just another crew member. He frequently tried to push his feelings away, denying them or not even affording himself to indulge in them, but she had none of it. Every idea to dissuade her from a relationship with him seemed to do nothing but persuade her more. She reminded him almost daily of her own feelings, either intentionally or unintentionally, until he let his heart thaw out. She loved him unconditionally and he couldn’t help falling for her deeply and wholeheartedly.
Hunter still remembered the moment he decided that it was time to take that chance with her. When she had finally convinced him it was worth it. She had just patched up Wrecker and had been softly arguing with Tech that he needed more rest when she had sat next to him on his bunk, surprising him.
“Do you want to talk about what happened out there?” She asked him softly and he fought back a sigh.
“Nothing happened out there.” He replied, going back to sharpening his vibro blade, avoiding eye contact.
“Oh really?” She taunted. “Was it not you, pulling you behind me in the middle of the mission saying ‘don’t go far from me’?” He clenched and unclenched his jaw, he knew this had been coming and that she wouldn’t let this go.
“That wasn’t-” He tried.
“Hunter, how long are we going to dance around this?” She muttered, he could hear her heart pounding and the frustration in her words, he felt his hands grow clammy. This was a conversation that had long been coming. “It’s not fair to either of us. Why aren’t you letting yourself be happy? What are you so scared of?” He slowly sheathed his blade and turned to face her, not allowing himself to look her in the face just yet.
“What if I fail and lose you.” He finally muttered, feeling as if a tank was sitting on his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost any of the squad, but you? Darling, I don’t think I could come back from that.” He groaned and dropped his head in his hands, hunched over in embarrassment and frustration.
“But Hunter-” Her voice raising, ever so slightly.
“How do you not understand that I’m doing this for you!” He dropped his hands and looked at her from the corner of his eye, unable to face her fully. “I don’t ever want you to hurt, don’t ever want to see you in pain, and the odds of me living through the Empire? Living through dealing with Cid’s missions? Not great. All I want is to see you happy, and I’d love for you to be happy with me, but that will no doubt be brief and I can’t leave you hurting without being there to help.” He looked away, not eager to see her face when she responded.
“Well that’s very morbid and a bit arrogant.” She snorted. Hunter turned to face her scowling, ready to retort. “But even more infantilizing. If anything happened to either one of us, not just you, I think we would both grieve, but never take for granted any of the time we shared, or the care we had for each other. I’m not so fragile that your loss would break me, sure it would hurt, and I’d be heartbroken, but I have more respect for you, your memory, and for myself than to let that misery take hold forever, and I think you are stronger than that too.” She grabbed his hands, pulling him to face her. “You are letting fear keep you from living, and there is a lot of that to do outside of the war. You can be afraid, but don’t be a coward. Bravery isn’t the opposite of fear, it’s being afraid, but going for it anyway. You’re so brave out there, be brave here, with me.” She smiled, small and hopeful, but her eyes never left his, steely and determined to sway him. “And you know your brothers won’t stop giving you shit if you-“ he cut her off, his hand holding her cheek, thumb pressed against the apple, roving over her cheekbone. He was a breath away from her, his nose brushing against hers, watching her closely, waiting for her to push him away. He knew she wouldn’t push him away, not after that speech, not after everything, but some part of him still wanted to run, wanted her to run. But running wasn’t her and he was tired of trying to fight off his feelings.
“Are you gonna kiss me or not, Sarge-“ and cutting her off once more his lips were on hers, and it was everything she’d wanted for months.
She was so soft against him, it was startling how right she felt in his arms, but when her lips demanded more from him, pressing back harder and forcing what a sweet, chaste gesture to a passionate embrace one he knew she was anything but. He broke their kiss, moving back a hair's breadth to look at her. He was mesmerized by the way her eyes fluttered open, her mouth slightly agape and flushed.
“You won’t take no for an answer, will you darlin’?” He chuckled, his hand ghosting down her face to grasp her jaw.
“Absolutely not.” She smirked, then her hand weaved into his hair and pulled him in for another kiss. And that was that, she made no room for any further argument between them.
And that kiss is what led the two of them to now, roughly one standard cycle (and many kisses) later in their very own home. The two of them were currently lying on a soft rug in front of their fireplace, fully clothed and just enjoying the ability to have some serenity near each other. The night was quiet and having her so close made Hunter feel more warmth than any heat the fire could provide. He willed himself to hear her soft heartbeat, to smell the gentle shampoo she used in her hair, the feel of his hands on her cheek. He wanted so desperately to freeze time and live in this moment forever.
“Are you okay, my love?” Her soft voice interrupted his thoughts. He let out a gentle sigh as he looked over at her face, ever caring and ever wondering about his well-being over her own.
“I was just thinking about everything we had to go through to get here.” He murmured, she gave him a small smile, knowing the pain the entire batch went through to get to this peaceful time in their life and it was clear to all of them, even if they didn’t discuss it, that there was still a fear in each of them that this life may come to an end abruptly the moment they get too comfortable. “Sometimes I worry I’m going to wake up back in our barracks on Kamino and after everything that’s happened…I just fear that I don’t deserve this.” He closed his eyes as she moved her hand to cup his tattooed cheek, forcing him to look into her eyes.
“Hunter, honey, of course, you deserve happiness.” She gave him a soft smile before continuing, “Plus I’m not complaining about having an absolute hunk of a man on my arm.” She joked, causing Hunter to let out a slight laugh.
“I’m glad you find me nice to look at.” He responded, still stuck in his thoughts.
“Among other things, you know.” She leaned forward and kissed the side of his mouth, his stubble rubbing against her. “I love how kind and protective you are. I always feel so safe when you’re around.” She murmured, moving ever so slightly to kiss his tattooed cheek. “I love when you’re watching Omega and you have this dad pose-”
“Dad pose?” He questioned.
“You know, the one you do with your hand on your hip and you lean against the wall, watching her with a small smile. You do it all the time, you did it today when she was playing with her friends after school!” She teased while she resumed her soft kisses along his face. “I love that even when we’re out of missions you’re doing everything you can to make sure everyone’s safe. I love when I’m cooking and you come up behind me to hold me. I love-”
“Alright, alright! I get it, you love me.” He chuckled, face burning bright from all the compliments, so unused to any form of love outside his brothers.
“But do you know what I love the most?” She asked, moving so she was now on top of him, playfully pinning him.
“Now, what would that be, sweetheart?”
“That I’m all yours and you’re all mine.” She responded before leaning down to kiss him. And for once, Hunter allowed himself to relax in this moment, because she was right. While his fear of losing her was still there, he knew that at this time in his life, they had each other and nothing was going to change that.
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The Trapper | part II preview
Series Summary: Set in the 1850s, a long distance romance (of sorts) between a traveler who hunts for a living and an innkeeper's daughter.
Part II Summary: Harry & Y/n still need to talk and a little back massage turns naughty. The following day Y/n learns something about Harry that changes everything. Read the first preview here. Part 2 will be posted to Patreon on Nov. 16
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Harry had lost his head. When they stepped into the shelter of the inn and out of the rain his lips were burning and his heart was bursting. He had been only thinking of holding her and kissing her again and that’s just what they did. He should have thought better than to do that, knowing her father or even her brother could catch them.
And now, standing before the man who raised the woman he was just caught locking lips with Harry felt he might have just ruined everything. Certainly, her father would not allow his daughter to be with such a careless and crude man.
The moment her father was sure Y/n was out of earshot he stepped forward to the hunter and squinted, “What business do you have with her? She’s too vulnerable to play around with like this, Harry.”
Harry stood up straight and tried to ignore the way his heart was still pounding wildly in his chest. Y/n’s father had always been intimidating to him. Not only because he was her father and Harry wanted to make a good impression on the man, but because he was tall and stoic. His large build didn’t mean he was a mean man, but Harry was certain her father could easily harm anyone who deserved a good beating.
“Sir, I apologize about what you just saw. I have always really taken a liking to your daughter. More than any other woman I’ve ever met. She’s special to me. Smart and beautiful. I intended to speak to you soon about my feelings for her but this happened and I didn’t mean…” he took a breath to calm himself. He felt lightheaded under the scrutiny of her father. “I hoped to get your permission to court her.”
The tall man pulled out a chair and motioned for Harry to sit before he walked away into the office.
Harry sat down and he kept his leg jumping to let out the nerves he was feeling. If he thought he was nervous telling Y/n how he felt about her, it had nothing on telling her father.
When the man emerged from the office he had two short glasses in his hands and a bottle of whisky tucked under his arm. He placed the glasses down and uncorked the whisky before pouring about a jigger’s worth in each.
He sat down and lifted his glass upward toward Harry, his expression sturdy, unemotive.
Harry lifted his glass and nodded as they each shot the whisky down in one gulp. Hot and bitter down the throat.
“She’s had men come by. I’ve been asked about her time and time again. One man seemed a good fit but I didn’t like that he was too old for her and thankfully, as hard as it was to come to terms with, she didn’t like the fellow much. His money made things appear optimistic but in the end, I want her happy. She’s the light of my life. My son will take over this place when I’m too old to walk but I always intended on her finding love and being happy outside of here. I’ve come to learn money doesn’t much make for a happy life. It sure can help but it’s not the key.”
Harry nodded as he listened to the man. Another jigger full of whisky was poured as her father continued, “I’ve always liked you. Hated to see how badly she took it every time you left, but I understood the reasons for your absence. You have somehow become special to her over the years. She’s never had a suitor that appealed much to her and I’ve reason to believe it’s because of you, though she’d never admit to it. At least not until now.”
Harry sipped his second glass, not interested in allowing the buzz of alcohol to get him too far beyond rational conversation, especially when the topic was so important.
“How long will you be in town?”
Harry placed his glass down gently and swallowed, “As long as I need to be. I wanted this time to be different. Didn’t want to just up and leave like I have in the past. I came here with a successful haul this time. A real carriage, lots of fur and leather that I can sell, an additional horse. I know I’m not a rich man by any means but I can provide. I hoped she’d want to leave with me when the time was right. But I have no plans to leave until I have permission to bring her with me.”
Her father clenched his jaw and then sighed, looking down into his glass, “Figured. Tell me what your plans are when you do leave here with her. If she agrees to that. Where’s home? Do you have land? Do you expect her to go with you on your adventures or will you have her stay put somewhere while you’re away?”
All good questions that Harry was prepared to answer. He nodded as he shot back the last of his whisky and answered, “I have a plot with a small cabin I built not far from my mother. About 100 miles West of here. And, in all honesty, I always imagined us together when I leave to hunt. I’ve got space in the carriage bed, not much but it’s something and can fit two. And maybe a child one day. I believe there would be stints when she might not be able to travel with me but in those times she would be near my mother.”
The man nodded and the edge of his mouth stretched upward in an almost smile, “You’d come back here with her every year? I’d miss her too much to never see her again.”
Harry blinked his eyes and quickly nodded, “Yes. Of course. I’m sure she’d insist on that as well.”
One more glass was poured before her father corked the bottle. Both men lifted their glasses and smiled at one another in silent agreement before drinking down the burning liquid. When her father stood he held out his hand to Harry.
Standing from his chair, Harry grasped the man’s hand in his and they shook before both going to their separate quarters.
The storm was heavy and the wind and rain and thunder were loud and wild. Sage Lake needed rain in a bad way, as much as it stalled the goings-on of normal life if it flooded, the land needed the water.
Harry laid back in his bed and smiled widely. Her father liked him. He had his blessing and that meant everything to him. He couldn’t believe the way his heart felt. Full of love and happiness at the prospect of having Y/n with him for good. She was a smart girl with a big heart and he knew she’d like going with him on his trips. She’d enjoy traveling with him and seeing new places outside of Sage Lake. He imagined them having a child or two and watching Y/n teach them to read and do math.
She was far smarter than Harry was. He could barely put words together when reading road signs, much less the pages of a book or news article. He figured if she had the patience, perhaps she could even teach him to read for pleasure because as it was he only read things for necessity and even then some of the letters strung together didn’t always make sense to him.
He just hoped that when he told her everything he needed to she’d still want him.
He was pulled from his little daydream when he heard a knock at his door. He sat up quickly and rushed to open it knowing it was Y/n before he even saw her.
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HEY GE'TAL!!!
i was wondering if, perhaps, you could do a one shot with Hunter where 'reader' is sick???? pretty please??? 🥺🥺🥺
More than sniffles (Hunter x GN reader)
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! SEE MASTERLIST FOR DETAILS
Warnings: coughing, cursing in a fictional language
Word Count: 393
A/N: FINALLY A REQUEST!!! Sorry it’s kinda short but I personally like shorter fics because I don’t have the attention span for really long ones. Lmk if a part two should be made or if I should just make one with a bunch of different characters 🤭
Hunter woke with a sharp inhale, his eyes darting around the ceiling. Sunlight filtered through the translucent curtains paints the walls a pale orange. He turns his head to face your sleeping form beside him.
Your back is to him as you’re curled up on your side. Your breath whistles slightly as you exhale through your nose.
“Cyare…” Hunter whispers, cutting through the quiet of his home located on one of the upper levels on Pabu. You stir but don’t wake, further worrying Hunter. “Hon… something smells off…”
His gaze drifts back up to the ceiling as he sniffs the air, trying to figure out what the scent is. Sitting up, he moves to rest his hand on your shoulder to wake you but freezes just before he touches you. Hunter’s enhanced senses detect your fever before making contact.
“Cyare.” You feel his hand tenderly curl around your shoulder to roll you onto your back. “Osik, you’re hot.”
“‘Course ‘m hot… ‘m gorgeous,'' you murmur as your eyes flutter open.
“Not what I meant…” Hunter can’t help but grin at your feverish speech. His calloused palm comes to rest on your forehead. “You’re warm.”
A low groan escapes your throat as Hunter’s loving gaze locks onto your own. The backs of his fingers glide down your temple to feel your cheek. Your shoulders heave and Hunter acts quickly, rolling you over onto your side just as a hoarse, mucusy cough erupts from deep into your chest.
“C-crunchy cough…” You cough to the point that tears spring into your eyes. Hunter rubs your back, whispering, “Let it out, babe… Let it out…”
With a raspy inhale, you sit up and lean forward until your forehead touches his shoulder. His hand glides up and down your back in a steady motion.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
His hand reaches the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing the line where your hair ends and skin starts. He adjusts your pillow to prop you up a bit before gently helping you lie back against the headboard.
“Stay here, okay? I’m gonna get you something for that cough.”
“Don’t forget the fever…”
“How could I forget that, mesh’la? The heat’s radiating off of you.”
You let out a quiet scoff, leading to another coughing fit. Beads of sweat coat your forehead.
“Don’t worry, cyare. I gotcha… I gotcha…”
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New Neonpika & Leopika fanfic for @hxhbigbang24 🔮⛓️🕶
Read the AO3 fic.
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Currently binge watching Ghost Hunters & now my brain is thinking about Ghost!Buck.
I know I’m not the first to think of Buck being in a coma or something & Eddie filling in, but so many of them have Eddie seeing him, I’ve read several fics where they’re linked, but what if Eddie is skeptical abt it??
Therefore; Ghost Buck being jealous about Eddie filling his spot & fucking with him. Moving things, messing with his locker, brushing his hand against Eddie.
Maybe Chris can see him, maybe he can’t, maybe Buck remembers his ghostly activity once he gets out of the coma (bc I can never write an MCD fic) or maybe he doesn’t & it’s just a big unanswered question that Eddie carries with him his whole life, idk, but I can’t get petty, jealous ghost Buck out of my brain 🤣
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