#i need the vod of the day after like i need air

[fanceknight]

When was the Final Control Room built?

Do you guys remember that Eret said that there was a tree stump on top of the Final Control Room and that she put a dirt block on top of it to remember the location? In case something went wrong? Using this information, we can pinpoint when exactly the Final Control Room was built!

First, take a look at this screenshot from Dream's stream from July 31st:

Here, we can see the tree stump in the bottom right corner. There were many tree stumps around L'Manberg that day, since the Dream Team had burnt down a lot of the trees, leaving only the stumps. But our focus should be this particular stump, as t stands directly above the coordinates of the fcr.

This stream was the one where the Dream Team bombs L'Manberg with TNT canons and Eret is all alone to defend the country, if anyone was wondering.

We can clearly see the bright top side of the stump, meaning no dirt block was placed on it yet.

However, if we take a look at this screenshot from Tommy's stream not even 24 hours later:

We can see that there is now a dirt block on top of that tree stump. Meaning that the Final Control Room was built.

This means that Eret built the fcr between the evening of July 31st and the evening of August 1st british time.

Considering Eret's timezone and the fact that none of the others caught her in the act, I think it's save to say that Eret built the room that very night.

[thegreymarveljedi]

Friendly Flying Fun!

(Tech x Reader)

Here it is! The full fic of Friendly Flying Fun! I am so sorry that it took me so long to write this story. It’s been a busy few months and a lot has happened but here we are! (And I’m sorry for the added week after I promised to have it up almost a week and a half ago!!)

This was a request made by @ewokmurderbear

hello hello! i saw your request are open so uh here goes. techxf!jedi reader who is an exceptional pilot. they start having friendly flying competitions with lots of banter. eventally the banter turns into outright flirting bc they both love eachother sm but don't feel comfortable admitting it (yet). but like its obvious to tech's brothers that they like each other but not so much for him. then one time after flying around an alpine area tech takes a risk and does something like tuck a strand of hair behind her ear or fix her clothes or a sweet gesture like that. she returns the favor and then they are both like hey i kinda like you and the rest is history. i really like the idea of a first kiss being outside in a mountainy area where it's kinda cold. just fluff and banter, pre-o66 plz. sorry if its too long or confusing. have a great day/night!

I’m not usually one to write for Tech but I tried my absolute best with this one and I made it very VERY fluffy. Like, go see the doctor, your teeth are ROTTING type fluffy. This is also set closer to the beginning/ middle of the war so pre-order 66 and pre-season 7 (Sorry Echo fans) and I decided to make the reader Anakin’s twin sister. I hope you enjoy.

Warning: almost getting shot, tooth rotting fluff, Tech actually flirts like a pro, teasing, brotherly love, first kiss, head scratching is so relaxing, tech needs love and he gets it, FLUFFFFFYYY (Already said but it needs a second one)

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It was a fierce battle on the surface and in the air, both sides fighting for control of the planet and the information that the locals held. The Bad Batch had been tasked with extracting as much information as they could, doing it quickly and quietly as not to alert the separatists that the local population was siding with the Republic.

The team had successfully acquired the information and were now fighting their way out of the facility. Crosshair had found a perch not to far away where he could clearly watch his squad, making sure to take down any stragglers who may have gotten close. Wrecker, Hunter and Tech were in the mix, fighting off the droids that came their way.

“Woah! Who’s that pilot?” Wrecker asked in awe as a Jedi star fighter flew through the atmosphere, taking out vulture droid after vulture droid and clearing a path for the evac ships.

“I don’t know but I like their style,” Hunter replied as he and Tech continued to take out the droids on the ground. When Wrecker had first spoke, Tech was uninterested, more concerned about getting out of there alive but the second Hunter agreed with Wrecker and Tech looked up, he couldn’t look away from the starfighter. He was captivated by the way it moved through the sky above them, the tricks the Jedi was doing making him feel a little warm inside.

This kind of distraction wasn’t something normal for the genius clone and it took him by surprise when a stray blaster bolt went past his left ear and straight into a stray droid that had snuck infront of him. He quickly shook his head, internally scolding himself for being so easily distracted.

“Watch it Vod. Don’t need you loosing your head,” Crosshairs drawled over the comms making Tech scoff.

“I was not distracted Crosshair, I was merely observing the Jedi’s manoeuvres,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles and taking another few shot at the remaining droids.

“Mmhmm. Sure you were,” Crosshair teased and Tech could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Tech just rolled his eyes as the droid army was finally defeated, the remaining clones of the 212th battalion gathering their things and preparing to load the evacuation ships.

Hunter, Tech and Wrecker finished up, joining Crosshair in speaking with Commander Cody and General Kenobi. Cody and Hunter linked arms in Greeting, with a smile as Obi-wan greeted them with a smile.

“Excellent work sergeant. You and your team have done very well. You have the intel?” He asked and Hunter handed him the drive with the intel they were sent to collect.

“Right here for you general,” Hunter replied and watched as Obi-wan smiled, pocketing the drive.

“You gentlemen have just retrieve data that should help turn the tide in our favour.”

“Just doing our job sir.”

“Speaking of job, I have someone I would like you to meet,” Obi-wan said and all four batchers looked a little confused before the jedi star fighter from earlier flew overhead, an excited ‘Woohoo!’ Coming over the comms.

“(Y/N), would you like to join us on the ground please?” Obi-wan spoke into his wrist comm with a smile and shake of his head.

“Be right there master!” The female voice said back, the starfighter making another loop around before the Jedi inside jumped out mid air, landing perfectly on the ground next to Obi-wan and Cody. The fighter flew off back towards the Negotiator, (Y/N) now facing the bad batch with a giant grin.

“Clone force 99, I would like you to meet my second padawan, (Y/N) Skywalker,” Obi-wan introduced and watched as the Bad Batch’s eyes widened.

They had heard stories of the infamous Skywalker twins but had never met (Y/N) in person. They had met Anakin over a holo but that was briefly during the mission briefing.

“Former padawan master, I just like hanging around you and the boys,” you said while maintaining your grin, watching as the Bad Batch was left stunned.

“Yes, former padawan but no matter where you or Anakin go I will still consider you my students,” Obi-wan said and placed a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at your surrogate father, knowing that he meant it all from a place of love.

“I appreciate it Obi-wan. Now, who do we have here?” You said and turned back to the Bad Batch, all four of them now standing at attention.

“This is Sergeant Hunter,” Cody informed, pointing to the clone with the red bandanna. You smiled and gave him a nod.

“Good to meet you Hunter. I look forward to working with your squad,” you said with a grin and Hunter gave a nod in return.

“Likewise general, our squad likes to get the job done.”

“Likewise sergeant. And who is this?” You ask as you point to Wrecker who is smirking at you. You return it just as intensely, walking up to Wrecker and sizing him up.

“The name’s Wrecker general!” He says enthusiastically, giving his palm a punch with his other hand. Your grin somehow gets wider as you mimic his action.

“I think you and I will get along just great Wrecker, especially if you like to have fun,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him which made him laugh.

“I like you already!” You laughed and turned to look at the silent on with the toothpick in his mouth. You met his eyes and remained staring at one another, neither of you breaking eye contact even to blink.

“That’s Crosshair, he’s not much of a conversationalist but when you need to hit a precise target front 10-clicks, Crosshair’s you man,” Hunter explained and watched as the two of you continued to stare. Crosshair, surprisingly, was the one to break first, eyes rapidly blinking to get moister back.

You stood triumphantly before reaching a hand out to shake his. The rest of the batch watched with baited breathes, knowing that Crosshair never shook anyone’s hand unless they earned his respect in some way. They all gasped when his hand met yours in a firm grasp, the corner of his lip lifting in a very subtle smile. You nodded in understanding, knowing that you still had a ways to go to get him to trust you but that you had earned the chance to prove yourself.

“I like a challenge ram’ser, and I look forward to seeing your skills in action,” you said, watching as Crosshair nodded and moved back. Lastly, you turned to look at the ever so slightly shorter brother, his face buried in his data pad as he tried very hard to avoid your eyes. You cleared your throat which made him look at you, your eyes locking as if in a trance.

“And who is this handsome trooper?” You said, voice taking on much more flirty tone. Tech continued to hold your gaze as you walked up to him, his data now hanging at his side in his hand.

“This is-“

“Tech, general,” Tech interrupted his older brother, taking the initiative to introduce himself.

“It’s nice to meet an even more handsome face,” you said flirtatiously, watching as a blush bloomed on Tech’s cheeks.

“Thank you for the compliment, though I do believe my brain is worth more than my looks,” he said back, his data pad finding a home on his hip as he gives you his full undivided attention. The rest of the squad was once again left in shock, not used to Tech being focused on something other than his data pad.

“I’m sure it is just as handsome as you,” you replied, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before retreating back to Obi-wan and Cody. They had watched the whole exchange from the side lines, knowing that you were not so easily corralled once you had your heart set on something. Instead, Obi-wan gave you a shake of his head with an another small smiling, his eyes turning back to Hunter.

“Sergeant, your squad has done great work so far in this war and to continue to improve your productivity, (Y/N) will be coming on as your general temporarily,” Obi-wan explained, receiving a few different reactions rom the squad.

Hunter nodded in approval, knowing not to argue with the Jedi master. He wasn’t opposed to having a new squad member, especially one who might have some new skills to teach him. He was looking forward to seeing you in action.

Wrecker hollered in agreement, excited to get to show you how he liked to do things. He hoped that you shared his love of explosions and would help him blast some clankers.

Crosshair was a little less enthused, mumbling about not needing a babysitter when he and his brothers could get the job done quick. He may have given you a chance to earn his respect but that didn’t mean he wanted you on the team. Though, as if sensing Crosshairs disagreement with this decision, you levelled him with another stare. Once again he tried to keep eye contact but backed down once again, rolling his eyes and placing another toothpick in his mouth.

Tech however was the most intrigued, knowing that there was still knowledge to learn from the Jedi. He hoped that maybe on leave, he could ask you questions and pick your brain for more knowledge. Maybe have you show him some flying tricks and manoeuvres that he may not know just yet. Tech met your eyes after your stare off with Crosshair and smiled as you winked at him, blushing a little before picking up his datapad and burying his face in it.

“This change is only temporary to see how well you work with a Jedi. It is not something that will remain if the results are inconclusive. If the results of this change are satisfactory, the choice to stay will be left up to (Y/N),” Obi-wan continued which made you smile, the Bad Batch all nodding in understanding.

“Sounds like a plan general,” Hunter said and watched as you and Obi-wan had your own quiet exchange.

“I trust you will work well with your new squad?” Obi-wan asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You smiled in response, placing your hand on top of his.

“Of course Master, I’m very excited to work with them after everything Cody and the boys have told me,” you said and looked to Cody who only smiled and gave you a nod.

“Of course (Y/N). Please be safe and don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t Obi-wan, you can count on that.”

Obi-wan was a little sad to watch you go, his second student moving on to lead another unit in this war. He was proud of both you and Anakin and as Obi-wan watched you walk back over to the batch, he knew that he had done a good job as a teacher.

Hunter motioned for the Batch to begin heading back to the Marauder, wanting to at least clean it up a little for you. Crosshair and Wrecker were the first to turn and make their way to the ship, disappearing behind the facility they had infiltrated and cleared out. Tech however, stayed next to Hunter which surprised the sergeant greatly. He looked at Tech curiously but was met with no verbal explanation, Tech just having his head down until they watched you walk back over to them.

“Are we ready to go?” You asked, giving Hunter a smile and Tech another wink. Before Hunter could say anything, Tech jumped in, walking beside you and leading you to the marauder with a hand on your shoulder and beginning to ramble about their ship and all its capabilities.

Hunter rolled his eyes and smirked as he watched from a safe distance, his little brother talked their new general’s ear off. He knew that this was something new and exciting for Tech so he wasn’t going to ruin it.

~Time Skip~

You had been with the batch for a couple weeks now and it had been some of the most thrilling and memorable time of your life. The boys were outstanding in their work and knew how to get the job done quickly and quietly. You had adapted well to their tactics and had even dawned some of their spare armour. It had been a gift from all four of them but Crosshair’s idea.

Tech had taken it upon himself to modify the armour, making sure that it fit your body as well as worked for your maneuvering on the field. It was a welcome gift from them to you, making sure you stayed protected while with them on missions. They had even made sure to paint a 99 on the gauntlet for you as a symbol of you being their general.

Your first time wearing the armour, Tech couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were breathing in his eyes, the armour complimenting your skin well. Watching you fight was a whole other experience, your movements and skills unmatched by anyone other than a few of your higher ranking Jedi. You moved like the wind, quick and unforgiving while still being graceful.

Your flying skills however, were really what brought Tech to his knees. You were an exceptional pilot, knowing how to fly a ship even with your eyes closed, literally.

The first time you had done it the boys had panicked, Tech reaching to take over the controls but all you did was laugh, flawlessly maneuvering the marauder through the sky and to a safe landing Zone. Hunter has scolded you but with one look, you silenced him with a stare before standing and moving off the marauder. From that day on Tech knew he was fucked, your beauty, your skills, your fearlessness and confidence had hooked him.

And when you flirted with him? His soul was on cloud nine everytime.

“Hey handsome, how’s it feel to be the smartest man alive?”

“I hope you know CPR because you just took my breath away.”

“I would ask if you wanted to see a holofilm with me, but I don’t want to get in trouble for bringing in a snack.”

“I’d buy you a drink, but I’d be jealous of the glass.”

Eventually he worked up the courage to flirt back after one too many comment from his brothers. Hunter was getting a little fed up with his younger brother’s rambling, wanting him to just reciprocate. Wrecker and Crosshair teased him relentlessly, laughing at his failed attempts to flirt back or respond with anything other than helpless rambling.

Eventually he got it down, managing to flirt right back with you much to your delight.

“I’m an organ donor. Can I give you my heart?” You said once, rest your hands on his shoulders from behind while he sat in the pilots chair.

“Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” He responded quickly while turning the seat to face you. The look on your face must have made him more confident because he followed up with another line very quickly.

“Even in zero gravity, I’d still fall for your beauty.”

It was your turn to blush before you gained your wits back, leaning into to be face to face with him again.

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”

That made Tech chuckle as he turned back to the window of the marauder, focusing on flying the ship once more. Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair had not been spared from the cheesy exchange, all three trying not to cringe or laugh at the display.

From there on, you and Tech flirted relentlessly with one another, always finding time and ways to squeeze in little comment to each other much to the dismay of the others. They all knew you and Tech had the hits for each other. And they all knew that both of you knew but were too afraid to act on it.

It was after another successful mission when Tech asked you to fly with him for a little.

“Would you care to join me for a friendly flying competition?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. You smiled widely at him and nodded, taking the copilots seat as Tech set off into the skies.

The whole time you were flirting with one another, even as you performed a perfect Cuban eight with your eyes closed. Tech was infatuated with you, watching as your eyes lit up and your smile met them. Your cheeks were tinted with a little red blush from the adrenaline rush.

When it was his turn to take the controls, Tech performed a flawless cobra maneuver, watching as you yelped with delight at the rush. You spent hours in the air before finally coming back to the ground where the others were waiting with knowing smiles on their faces.

~Time Skip~

“Now that our mission is over, General Kenobi is allowing us a week of shore leave, especially after this one,” Hunter explained and everyone visibly deflated with delight.

You had been with the Bad Batch for close to nine months now, working along side them smoothly and completing every mission successfully with very little issue. The squad trusted you now, even Crosshair had come to respect and trust you, making jokes with you here and there. Wrecker was always fun to talk too about explosions and all things food and Hunter was a very good conversationalist in battle strategies and handheld weaponry.

And Tech….

Oh Tech, he was something else; a handsome genius with an adorable smile and a heart of hearts. He flirted back with you all the time now and even initiated your flirting ‘contests’ sometimes. It made you swoon whenever he did and you made sure to flutter your lashes at him a little more.

“Where are we going to spend it?” Wrecker asked hesitantly.

“Please not Kamino again,” Crosshair hissed, an undertone of distaste seeping into his words.

“We could go to Coruscant?” Hunter suggested, looking to his brothers for any sort of agreement.

“I do not believe Coruscant would be the ideal choice,” Tech chimed in, adjusting his goggles in the cute way he always did.

“Why not?” You asked, head tilting in confusion as you looked at the boys for an explanation.

“We’re not really welcomed by any of the other clones,” Wrecker explained cautiously before Crosshair butted in.

“They don’t like us because we actually do our jobs right,” he sneered.

“But what about Cody and the 212th? They love you guys!” You said exasperatedly, not believing much of what they were saying.

“They put up with us because they have too. Cody likes us but the others whisper about us all the time. They don’t think we hear them but we do,” Hunter said and crossed his arms. Your mouth hung open in shock, not wanting to believe that your beloved battalion wouldn’t get along with your new squad.

“That’s bantha shit. I’ll give them a piece of my mind once our leave is over. In the mean time, let me go make a call,” you said and stomped off, far enough away that even Hunter couldn’t hear the conversation you were having with a certain senator.

~Time Skip~

When you had finished your conversation, you waltzed back over to the boys in much better spirits, explaining how you pulled a couple strings to get a week away in Naboo at a nice lake side cabin. They were very intrigued by your changed attitude and the prospect of going to Naboo to relax and recoup.

You and Tech had dropped the others off at the cabin, the beautiful place a great escape for shore leave after the close call of the last mission. Tech, however, had asked you if you would like to have another little flying contest before you both settled down at the cabin.

You had readily agreed, wanting any opportunity to spend time with the genius clone as well as to show of your skills. You had each taken turns at the helm of the marauder, performing tricks in the air that made each other laugh. You always liked to show off a tailslide and turn it into an inside loop, the adrenaline rush from both maneuvers making to you holler with excitement.

Tech on the other hand went for what the boys and yourself had branded as “the Tech turn” though he would never call it that himself. He performed the maneuver with ease, making you laugh. You each performed another few tricks before Tech took back control and landed you both on top of a grass covered mountain top. The air had a chill to it though neither of you seemed to mind as Tech let the gangplank down and led you out of the marauder.

He took your hand gently in his and led you to sit on the edge of the cliff, placing a standard regulation blanket down before guiding you to sit next to him. You smiled at his kindness and thanked him, joining him without any thought or care in the world.

You sat there in silence for a moment, taking in the view of the planet surface from so high up. Looking at the open fields below the mountain ranges, admiring the beautiful landscape that Naboo had to offer.

“How did you find out about this place?” Tech asked, watching the same landscape and view you were, only his eyes shifted to settle more on you.

“I have my way,” you replied and gave a Tech a wink causing him to chuckle.

“You are full of surprises general.”

“Call me (Y/N), Tech. There’s no one around. It’s just us,” you said and looked over to him. He nodded and tested the name on his tongue. He had call you by your name only once before but he had been so embarrassed to do it again even when you said it had been okay. Now with the confidence he had gained, he didn’t feel afraid.

“This is a beautiful place (Y/N). Are you sure you will not disclose how you came to afford such a dashing place for our shore leave?” Tech inquired, watching as a small shiver ran down your spine as he said your name.

“That will be a story for another time,” you said, knowing full well that you could tell him but wanting to save it for later.

“Very well then my Dear,” Tech chuckled and gave you the side eye. You both started at one another for a minute, not breaking eyes contact before once again, Tech lost. Your stare was so deep and intense that none of the boys could beat it. When Tech looked away and blinked you whooped in triumph, laughing at your victory once again.

Tech smiled as he looked back over to you, your eyes crinkled up as you laughed, feeling the adrenaline of the last hour lingering in the air. Tech’s eyes were filled with love and adoration for you, the months of flirting and playful banter finally sinking into his heart and making him think.

Maybe, just maybe she’ll reciprocate…

His mind was all over the place, for the first time in a long time and it took all his brain power to focus. How could he though? He was taken by your beauty, your heart, your confidence and your kindness. He was so madly in love with you. He knew it and his brothers knew it but he didn’t think you did.

Without thinking, Tech reached over to where to sat next to him on the cliff top, tucking a stray strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. The action cut off your laughter as you look at Tech whose cheeks were a tinge pink and his eyes mesmerized by something. Your eyes met his and he carefully pulled back before clearing his throat and turning away from you, fiddling with his hands awkwardly.

Your heart melted at the sight of the oh so smug genius being embarrassed by the little action of affection. You smiled at him and reached over to him, taking his hand in yours. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing and turning back to you, his cheeks still a little pink from the cold as well as embarrassment.

“I-I am sorry if I overstepped, I do not know what came over me and I-“

You cut him off by placing a warm hand on his cheek, the rest of his sentence dying in his throat.

“You didn’t over step at all Tech. I promise.”

“Are you certain? I understand that as a Jedi you do not have the lu-“

You cut him off again with a little laugh before leaning forward, connecting your foreheads together in a keldabe kiss. Tech’s breath hitched in his throat at the tender action, eyes closing and forehead sinking into the touch. You stayed there for what felt like forever before your other came to join your first on Tech’s opposite check. His breath hitched a little again as he let out a shaky sigh.

“Tech…” his name fell from your lips so gently and quietly, as if saying it any louder would break the atmosphere of the moment. Tech almost didn’t hear you but when his eyes opened to meet yours once more, it was clear what you were silently asking.

It took him weeks to work up the courage to flirt back with you instead of rambling when you spoke to him and when he finally worked up the courage to reciprocate the flirting, he was on cloud nine. You had been dancing around each other for months since then, playful teasing and shameless flirting. It all led to this.

Tech’s eyes closed as he brought his gloved hands to your cheeks and pulled you into a seering yet gentle kiss. The world around you both melted away as your lips connected, months of tension being released as you both engaged.

Tech’s lips were soft against yours, his hands radiating heat even through his gloves. Your lips were just at soft, your hands falling to hold his wrist so he wouldn’t pull away just yet. The kiss seemed to last a life time before you both pulled away for some much needed air, remaining close with your foreheads pressed together.

“That was..”

“Breathtaking?”

“Quite literally.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I am very much not opposed to doing that again.”

“Then why don’t we?”

Tech didn’t need to be told twice as he hoisted you onto his lap and crashed his lips to yours again. Sparks flew and a new found sense of longing settled in your bones. The kiss was more fierce this time, Tech slowly but surely finding his rhythm as his hands settled on your hips. Your arms settled around his neck, fingers toying with the wispy hairs present on the back of his neck.

Tech squeezed your hips and nipped at your lip, drawing a short but pleased sigh from you. He smirked against your lips and pulled away, once again out of breath. You weren’t much better, chest rising and falling quickly with the need for air.

“You - I - holy shit,” you breathed out, the words to describe what you were feeling right now escaped you. Tech chuckled at your fumbling, smoothing his thumb over your left cheek.

“Now it’s you who is left speechless mesh’la,” he teased as you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“What can I say? You’re a really good kisser,” you shot back making Tech blush a little.

“I try, my dear. I have never had the opportunity to do something like this with anyone. It never felt right if there were no feelings of infatuation involved,” Tech said huskily, his voice low and afraid of scaring you off. You smiled shyly at him and kissed his nose, your eyes conveying what you were feeling before your mouth could vocalize it.

“I understand Tech. Being a Jedi, we’re not supposed to form attachments or relationships with people but with you, it feels so natural,” you replied and watched as his eyes lit up slightly.

“Are you saying that you feel the same about me as I do you?”

“If you’re trying to tell me that you like me then yes, that’s exactly what I’m trying to say.”

No more words were spoken as Tech once again pulled your lips to his, the kiss firm yet gentle. Your lips moved together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. It was as if you had been together for years, the kiss perfect in every way.

You ran your fingers through his hair as best you could, slowly removing his goggles and placing them down next to both of you. Tech blinked rapidly a few times, eyes adjusted to the world without his trusted eyewear. He looked at you with a confused expression before his shoulders slumped and he melted against you, feeling your fingers massage his scalp and neck. It felt so relaxing, the tension leaving his body like a puff of air.

You giggled as Tech let his head fall forward to rest on your shoulder, breathing deep and relaxed as you continued you movements on his neck. When you hit a particularly rough knot, Tech groaned, his hands flying to your hips once more as you worked the knot out.

“Cyare,” Tech whispered as you moved back to his scalp, scratching it gently.

“Hmm?” Was all you responded with, not wanting to be any louder for fear of disrupting the atmosphere.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For this, for everything you have done for our squad, for being there for us all and for treating us like people instead of expendable objects,” Tech’s words struck a cord in you, the sentiment behind them making itself clear. They had never been treated like people, always being sent on one mission after another, the fear of death or failure always there. They were soldiers yes, but that didn’t mean they were less than human.

“Of course Tech, you’re just as human as I am and you do so much for the galaxy. You fight for those who can’t and stand up for those who won’t. You and your brothers are good men and I will fight anyone who tries to say otherwise,” Tech smiled at your words, your words helping him to feel like a normal man instead of a soldier.

“Thank you Cyar’ika,” he replied and wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you close and letting himself dream of the future.

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I don’t know if I fully like what I’ve written here but please, let me know your thoughts about it. I hope it’s not to bad!

[merlincmgirl]

ABO - Hound x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You're just coming into your normal heat and you need your Alpha with you. Only problem is, he's tying up loose ends with Fox when the heat finally hits.

Characters: Hound, Fox, Thorn (mentioned), Grizzler

Pairing: Hound x F!Reader

Word Count: 6,379

Warnings: Alpha and Omega dynamics, oral (female receiving), PinV sex, fingering, doggy style, aftercare, fluff and smut, they're both saps for each other.

Author's Note: I hope I did Hound proud in this one.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to look after her?” Hound frowned, looking between a joyful Grizzer and a grumpy Fox. It would only be for a few days but damn if he wouldn’t miss his girl.

Taking everything in him to not roll his eyes, Fox answered his little brother. “We’ll be fine. She’ll stay with me while I complete all this flimsiwork” Fox grumbled, nodding to the piles and piles of flimsi and datapads on his desk. Grizzer whined, rubbing her snout along Fox’s calf.

“She needs to be walked regularly, Fox and she has some warm milk before bed to help her after working a case. I asked Thorn to make sure that she’s entertained while I’m gone, you know when you’re guarding the Chancellor” Hound reported, remembering to list off everything that would ensure the massiff would be comfortable during his leave. He hated being away from her, but he trusted his brothers to look after her right.

“Stars Hound, would you kriff off?!” Fox growled, crossing his arms and leaning back on his desk. Grizzer sat up, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gazed at Hound expectantly. Almost like she was encouraging him to go. “Haven’t you got your girl to look after? Shouldn’t it be hitting soon?” Fox reminded, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.

Hound glanced at his chrono and winced. “Yeah, you’re right, vod. Are you sure it’s okay for me and Grizzer to be off duty?” Hound asked one more time, knowing how difficult it was when they were down men.

Letting out the long suffering sigh only an elder sibling could, Fox forcefully turned Hound around and shoved him towards the door. “Yes, go look after your cyare, she needs you more than we do right now. Anything short of a Zillo Beast will be dealt with. Now go! You’re making my office a mess just standing here” Fox ordered, tapping Hound’s pauldron affectionately before opening the door and pushing him through it.

He heard Hound spluttering on the other side before he turned to Grizzer. “Alright, girl, let’s get this over with so we can maybe get to the barracks before the next shift starts” Fox groaned, scratching Grizzer’s head as he flopped into his seat. She let out a rumble before collapsing on Fox’s feet under the desk, quite content to nap while her handler was away.

“Cyare? Sorry I’m late, traffic is worse than normal today, go figure. How are you feeling?” Hound called out, kicking his boots off by the door. Already he could smell a sweet scent flooding the air around him. Your heat would be soon, if not here already, from what he could tell.

“Hound?” a small voice called from the bedroom, and Hound quickly gathered the food and water supplies that he had already prepared this morning when your heat was threatening to arrive. It sounded like you were already in your nest, riding the first waves of your heat as you tried to get comfortable. He had already lost a number of blacks to your nest building, but he didn’t mind, as long as his girl was happy and cosy, that was all that mattered.

As he walked into your shared bedroom, he found you in your nest of blankets, pillows and his clothes. You were curled into yourself, clutching the water bottle and burying your head into his pillow as you tried to fight off the cramps.

“Oh, pretty girl, I’m here. You’re going to be okay. How are you feeling?” he shushed, placing the supplies next to the bed. They would need to be in easy reach of you and him as you both rode out your heat. He regretted not getting here fast enough, you were obviously uncomfortable already.

Shivering, you reached out for him, wanting to tug him into your nest and scent him. But Hound pulled away, shushing your whines and leaning down to brush his lips against your temple. He had to get all of his ARF armour off first before he could enter your nest.

“Cold… so kriffing cold! And the cramps… nothing’s working Hound” you complained, switching onto your back to try and get comfortable. You huffed as a pillow was stuck under your back and you tugged it out, throwing it to the edge of the nest. However you growled when you realised you wanted it back, there was a space next to you that would be perfect for it when you rolled over onto your side.

Hound must have realised what you wanted, as he picked it up and placed it in the exact spot you were thinking about. It had your Omega instincts purring to know that your Alpha knew you so well, that he could predict your needs and take care of you. Tilting your head, you reached out for him again, letting out a little chirp of interest.

The trooper laughed, slipping off his blacks before finally taking your offered hand, letting you tug him into your nest just how you wanted him. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief, surrounded by all the comforts and luxuries his beautiful Omega had provided in her nest. When she pushed him onto his back and cuddled up into his side, he went willingly, arms coming around to press her tighter into his side.

Throwing your leg around his waist, you buried your nose into the scent gland at the base of his neck, feeling the tension bleed out of your body. You felt more relaxed than you did this morning, as Hound continued to press large warm strokes up and down your back. He smelled of hot chocolate, petrichor and a hint of spice that warmed you to your core. It was a lot stronger now that you were going into heat, and you could only just imagine what your own scent was throwing at him.

Hound let out a small purr of contentment as you traced patterns all along his chest. He buried his nose into your hair, taking in your delicious scent of vanilla, peaches and rose after a rainfall. Closing his eyes, he rested one hand on your belly as the cramps seemed to ease up with his presence.

“Was Grizzer okay?” you mumbled into his neck, and it was only Hound’s good hearing that helped him understand what you said.

“She was, cyare. I think she was excited to spend some time with Fox… and Fox with her” Hound admitted, making you chuckle.

“Oh? Have you lost your place as her favourite?” you teased, pulling away to lean up on his chest. You couldn’t help but stare into his beautiful brown eyes, the way they sparkled with amusement and held such love for you all at once had you pressing a kiss to his nose.

Scrunching his nose up and beaming at you, he pulled you back down onto his chest. “Never! She knows who her Daddy is” Hound scoffed, shaking his head at the thought.

His words sent a cramp through you, imagining calling him Daddy in another situation. A very risqué situation that had you both trying to quieten down your moans.

“Sorry, cyare” he winced, kissing your head and soothing the cramps with careful and gentle strokes. “I meant that Fox seemed more relaxed with her around. He definitely has favourites, and Grizzer is one of his favourites. He even lets her around base while the others have to stay in the kennels. Thorn told me he has a bag of massif treats in his belt that he carries around” Hound explained, grinning at his older brothers and the way they spoilt his 2nd best girl.

“When the war is over, we’re going to get Fox a therapy dog” you grinned, feeling the way his chest rumbled and shook as he laughed beneath you. Hearing the way his laugh echoed around your room, you relaxed further into your blankets and his hold of you.

“Good idea, mesh’la. He’d probably cry” Hound agreed, running his hand through your hair before pulling away slightly. “Have you eaten and drunk anything yet, love?” he asked, keeping his tone light and casual in case you thought he was chiding you. Sometimes around your heat, it could leave you pretty distracted and you didn’t always remember to hydrate and eat before it was a full on heat.

“I had some water before you came back. I couldn’t eat anything though, feels like my stomach is rolling every time” you mumbled, grimacing at the thought of food right now.

“Hmm, okay mesh’la. How about we have a light snack and see how you feel later, huh? Will you do that for me?” he suggested, cupping your cheek and running his calloused fingertips over your cheekbone and down across your jaw.

The thought of disappointing your Alpha made you want to whine and you quickly nodded at him in acceptance. Maybe something light would help after all. Your reward was instant, as Hound beamed at your answer, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before turning to grab some supplies.

“Drink at least half of this, then I want you to lie down on my chest” he instructed, getting himself comfortable against the pile of pillows behind him. As he watched you drink down half a bottle of water, he fluffed up the pillows surrounding you in the nest, wanting to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. When you were finished, he helped guide you so that you lay with your back against his chest, so he could wrap his arms around you and hold you close.

“Here now, my sweetest girl, try some of this. It should help stop any nausea” he suggested, passing over little cubes of meiloorun fruit that he had brought especially just for your heat.

Leaning back into him, he plucked one of the cubes from the tray that rested in your lap, and held it up to your lips. Feeling just how much he loved you and was devoted to you by the small act, you couldn’t help but sigh and open your mouth for him. He continued to hand feed you fruit and snacks until you became full and you shook your head from his gentle fingers.

“You did so well for me, Omega. Got to make sure you have everything you need for when this heat hits” Hound smiled, pressing kisses down from your temple all the way to your chin. You tilted your head to the side, eager to let him explore more. However, before he could move, you let out a loud yawn that you tried to muffle with your hand.

It was no use, there was no way you could disguise that yawn.

Chuckling, Hound shuffled down the nest, getting comfortable as he ran soothing hands up and down your sides. “How about we take a little nap, mesh’la? It’ll help you feel a bit better” he suggested, already hearing the way your breaths started to even out and relax more for him.

“’Kay, but only for a bit” you mumbled, fighting another yawn as you finally felt safe. You were at home, in your nest with Hound wrapped around you and you knew that if something was to come through that door, then he’d protect you. Purring in delight and safety, you finally succumbed to sleep.

When you woke up, it was to the feeling of being too warm, your skin felt hot and sticky against the blankets and you felt so uncomfortable. An ache was rolling in your stomach and you buried your head into the chest underneath you, trying to get comfortable. You knew your heat had well and truly started, as you could feel the slick spread between your thighs and a burning need was starting to creep up your spine.

“Hound” you whined, biting your lip and brushing your nose against his scent gland. The flood of his unique smell had you pressing even closer into your trooper. He smelled of hot chocolate, petrichor and a hint of spice that was impossible to find anywhere on Coruscant. But it clung to him like a second skin and you couldn’t help but breath him in deeper.

Hound woke with a snort, eyes blinking rapidly as he woke up suddenly, ready to face whatever was going on. He looked down to see you practically rolled on top of him, your leg hooked around his waist as you buried your face into his neck, letting out quiet sighs. Oh, you were definitely in heat now, he could smell your scent flood the room. The sweet smell of peaches, vanilla and roses on a warm summers day filled the bedroom, and he knew without having to see your face that it wouldn’t be long before the cramps flared up again.

“Shh, it’s alright mesh’la, I’m here. I’ve got you” Hound whispered, stroking up and down your back as he resettled you into his side. The heat coming from you was like a furnace, and already he could feel a thin layer of sweat settling in between you both.

“Please!” you growled, feeling consumed by the heat. Your thighs rubbed together, trying to stave off the arousal that was beginning to drip from you. Already that ache and need was becoming insistent, and you couldn’t help the whine that slipped out at the pain that was starting to build as well.

“Lets get you out of these clothes, huh?” he suggested, pushing himself up onto his knees and gripping the hem of your pyjama shirt. It clung to your skin as he pulled it over your head, and you shivered, burying yourself back into the soft fabrics of your nest. “Nearly done, sweet girl. Lift your hips up for me” Hound instructed, the soothing baritone of his voice helped calm down the instinctual urge to just push him on his back and mount him.

Pushing your hips up, you felt his long, calloused fingers slide beneath the waistline and pull them down off your legs. The material was soaked through with your arousal at the crotch, and it clung to your pussy lips until Hound tugged them free. Groaning, you couldn’t help but let your legs fall open for him, glad to be naked and free from any restrictive clothes.

“Kriffing hells, my little Omega, you’re soaked” Hound cursed, eyes zeroing in on your glistening folds. He stepped out of the nest for a moment, which made you let out a displeased growl. “Just taking these off, mesh’la. It’s okay” he soothed, stripping his blacks off.

He handed them back to you and you focused on putting them in the perfect spot, right by your head so you could be surrounded by his scent and his warmth. Fluffing them out a bit and making sure they were just right was all you could focus on at the moment, needing the nest to be absolutely perfect for you and your Alpha during your heat.

“That’s perfect, my good little Omega, that’s the perfect spot. Can I come back into your nest now?” he asked, a small adoring smile on his face at seeing how you wanted to be surrounded by him. A part of it he knew was your Omega instinct, another part reminded that you were also like this when not ruled by them.

Not wanting to be away from him any longer than you had to, you reached for him, pulling him into the nest now that you had deemed it right. “Hound” you groaned, running your hands over his defined chest to his shoulders before you reached for the bun at the top of his head and pulled it out. His long curls came cascading down, and you soaked in the little sight of pleasure that Hound released at the feel of his hair being free.

Leaning into him, you wrapped an arm around his neck, lowering him down to you until your lips brushed together. It was an electric kiss, and you couldn’t help when your tongue flicked against the seam of his mouth, or when he opened them for you so you could lick into his mouth. Running your tongue over his teeth and swallowing his deep moans, you let out a purr of contentment, as his hands squeezed at your hips, holding you close.

“Lie down, ad’ika” he murmured, barely pulling away enough to get the words out as your lips brushed against each other.

Hound helped lie you on your back, and you whined, running your hands up and down his powerful arms. You wanted him closer to you. “Please, want to feel you” you pouted, knowing he couldn’t resist you when you were looking at him with lust blown eyes.

Hound nodded, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of your head. He ran his fingers through the strands of your hair, pushing it away from your face before curling them around his fingers and pulling slightly. It wasn’t a hard pull but it resulted in you gasping, legs sliding against his as you looked up into his beautiful oak-coloured eyes.

“Mesh’la” he whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from you as he felt his cock twitch at the warm, wet heat that was pressed against it. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. Fill you with his cum. Shaking his head, he leaned down to press another kiss to you, this one more passionate as he let out a deep rumble in his chest.

“Alpha!” you breathed, eyes sliding shut at the noise and you ran your hands down his back, feeling the dips and hills of his muscles as he shifted over you. Sighing, you felt him lay kisses along your cheeks, skirting the edge of your jaw before descending down the column of your neck. He tilted your head further back to give him access and you let out an answering moan while his warm, talented lips sucked marks down your neck. He grazed his teeth just over the mating bite he had left on your neck, soothing it with his tongue as you cried out, thighs clamping around his hips at the burst of pleasure that shot through you at his touch.

It was always a sensitive spot on you, and it was of the upmost disgrace if anyone but your mate touched it. Hound enjoyed running his nose along the mark, especially as it always had you writhing in his lap and the sweet smell of your slick punctuating the air. The one on his own neck was always a place he covered up, just in case anyone would see he had a mate and he didn’t want anyone but you touching it. Every time you ran your fingers over the bite or pressed soft kisses along it, he was putty in your hands.

“Stay still for me, Omega, can you do that?” he ordered, pulling slightly on your hair to get you to focus on him. He smiled as you nodded, and he rewarded you with a quick peck on your lips before he pressed kisses all the way down your body. He sucked marks on the curve of your breasts, right where your chest band would sit so you would be reminded of him when your heat dissipated. His fingers tickled down your sides and you giggled, flinching away from his playful touch.

Hound chuckled against your belly, blowing a raspberry on your skin and enjoying the laughter you let out at that. It was so good to hear you happy and having fun, it fed his Alpha instincts to know you were so comfortable with him.

“Alpha!” you grumbled, urging him to get on with it.

“Sorry, mesh’la” he grinned, nipping at your side before sliding down the bed, setting himself between your thighs. He couldn’t help but growl at the intense scent of you hit his nose, it was so strong he could almost taste your slick on his tongue before he even had a chance to move. Nuzzling into your inner thigh, he let out a small sigh before he placed a kiss there.

The ache inside of you was becoming too distracting, and you needed him to get a move on otherwise you would combust. Reaching for his long curls, you tugged on them, bucking your hips up into his face.

“Now, now, my pretty Omega, I said stay still” he chided, hands gliding up from your knee to your thighs. He squeezed the thick flesh in his hands before pushing them open, spreading you wide for him. “Don’t want me to get the cuffs, do you?” he asked, sending you a flirty look from between your legs.

“Kriff! No! I’m sorry” you whined, shaking your head as you tried to stop the rush of want and need that hit you at the sight of him between your spread legs. As you were pulling your hand away from his head, Hound shook his head and reached to stop you, hand enclosing around your wrist.

“No Omega, you can pull my hair. Want to know how much you enjoy it when I get a taste of this delicious cunt” he smirked, giving your wrist a soft squeeze before he went back to work at the apex of your legs.

As you were covered in your own arousal, your heat making you even more drenched than usual, Hound kitten licked around your core. He never ventured too close to where you wanted him, just licking up and tasting the sweet juices that had run from you during your sleep.

Just as you pulled sharply at his head to direct him where you wanted him, Hound slid his fingers between your folds and peeled you open for him. He growled lowly at the sight of how wet you are for him, and he couldn’t help but dive right in. His talented tongue flicked at your clit briefly before falling to your entrance, determined to collect and taste the sweet nectar from the source.

You cried out, hips bucking against his face as he feasted on you. The wet sounds of your desire and the slurping of his mouth was filthy, and if you weren’t already in heat, you’d feel your cheeks flush at the noise. But it was all you could do to hold onto him, your hand coming to clench at the soft blankets and pillows near your head. “Hound! More!” you begged, as he ran his tongue around your entrance, stretching you open on his tongue first.

“Greedy girl” he chuckled, before shooting you a filthy look. His mouth was covered in your arousal, some had even reached his nose. The pupil of his dark eyes were blown, only a small slither of brown showing around his pupil. But he bit his lip playfully before his mouth fell to your bundle of nerves he had until now, ignored.

“FUCK!” you shouted, as Hound lathered your clit with attention, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his shoulders pushed your legs even wider. It seemed like he wanted to drown in your juices, and you believed he could. You felt so slick down there, both his saliva and your own arousal mixing. Heats with Hound was always powerful, messy but extremely satisfying.

“That’s a good girl, let me hear you” Hound purred, the vibrations sending licks of pleasure up your spine at the feel of them against your clit. He pressed two fingers into your soaked entrance, and you whined at the intrusion. Because of his mouth and how wet you was, they glided inside of you. He let out a moan of appreciation as he began curling his fingers up and down, searching for that spot inside of you.

A large gush of arousal spilled out from his fingers as he found it, and you rocked your hips against his hands, chasing the feeling. Gasping at every brush against your sensitive spot, you were surprised when Hound pressed down on your lower stomach, right where your pubic bone was. Instantly everything felt magnified. His fingers felt bigger, the waves of ecstasy he was showing you against your clit felt like it was dialled to a thousand and he kept up the motion – holding you down and fucking you on his fingers.

Tugging at his hair, you tried to writhe under his hand but he was too strong. He kept you in place, licking around his fingers for a moment before returning to your clit. He increased his pace, a third finger sliding in to join the others as he fucked you on his hand.

The sounds that were coming from you would have had you embarrassed at any other time, but right now, in the middle of your heat, you didn’t give a damn. Hound was making you feel so good, made you want to spread your legs more so he could get closer to you.

The coil inside of you was getting tighter and tighter, leaving you gasping and calling out his name. You didn’t think you would be able to stop the inferno that would rip through you if you fell over the edge of pleasure. “Alpha!” you whined, eyes scrunching up as you tried to last a little longer.

“Cum for me, Omega. Cum for me” Hound growled against your clit, fucking you faster with his three fingers.

His words were all you needed as you screamed, every muscle in your body tightening at your release. Waves and waves of hot, boiling pleasure burnt through your veins, and you could barely register that you were clutching and shaking at Hound, fingers still buried tight inside of your cunt.

“Shh, that’s my good girl. You’re so beautiful when you cum, nearly made me finish as well. Love you, my beautiful girl, my wonderful Omega” Hound praised, raining kisses along your face and temples as he slowly withdrew his fingers from your shuddering entrance.

The soft reassuring tones of his voice helped you come back to reality, as he held you against him, whispering praise all along. Warm, strong hands ran up and down your sides as he pressed lingering kisses to the crown of your head.

When you send a short questioning chirp to him, Hound relaxed even more, burying his face against your neck. “You did so well for me, love. How are you feeling?” he asked quietly, content to go at your pace, even though his cock was throbbing for attention.

“Good, so good, Alpha, butt… it’s not enough. Can feel it building again. I need you to knot me” you mumbled, resting a hand on your stomach and already feeling the tightening of muscles underneath your palm.

“Alright, pretty girl, I’ll knot you. Going to tie us together until there’s no way you won’t be carrying my pups” he swore, pulling himself up onto his knees over you. He stared down at you with such a loving look that you blushed, flicking at his leg. He chuckled, unable to stop admiring how perfect you were for him, how beautiful you looked lost in your pleasure. The pleasure that he had created inside of you.

However his chuckle was cut short as your hand slid down his chest, circling his nipple before trailing down his stomach and running through the little hairs underneath his belly button. Your hand slid lower, gripping his velvety hard length and realising that he was spilling pre-cum down his shaft. Sitting up a little, you spat on your palm before taking him once more in your hand. Hound let out a loud groan, his bucking up into your hand.

As you pumped his solid length, you could feel the way he twitched beneath your fingers. On every up stroke you would twist around his head, and Hound struggled now to reach out to grab you, instead twisting his hands into the blankets. With every stroke downwards, you felt the swelling at the base of his cock, his knot beginning to form to lock you two together.

“Mesh’la, baby, stop” Hound panted, hands coming to grip your wrist to stop your fun. You shot him a pout and he chuckled breathlessly. “Keep doing that Omega, and I’ll be finished before I even get inside of you” he reminded, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Want you inside of me” you agreed, nuzzling your nose against his.

“That’s what I thought, turn over pretty girl. Hands and knees, little Omega” he instructed, voice dropping low with a hint of Alpha in it.

It had you moving quickly, turning around on your hands and knees and presenting yourself to him. You angled your hips, making sure that he could see just how soaked and swollen you were for him.

“Stars! You look so pretty like this, my beautiful Omega. I can’t believe you picked me to be your Alpha” he breathed in awe, running his hands over the globes of your ass before spreading them for his eyes only. Yes, he was one lucky bastard having you like this all to himself.

“Alpha! Hound! I love you” you reminded him, his words cutting through the fog in your head just enough that you could hear the self-deprecating in it. Your Hound was always thinking that others were better than him, it had been drummed into him since a cadet on Kamino. But you didn’t believe that, he was amazing and special and handsome and yours. And you wouldn’t stop telling him that until he believed you.

“Love you too, mesh’la” he smiled softly, leaning over you to press a kiss to the base of your neck. “Spread your knees a little wider for me, that’s a good girl” he praised, positioning you just how he wanted you to and making sure you were comfortable.

Sighing, you rested your head on the pillows that was soaked in the scent of you and Hound, and you reached behind you to entwine your fingers with those on your hip. It felt so right to have him like this, to be ready for him to fuck you and knot you. The heat would last for a few more days until it sputtered out, but just feeling this close to Hound, having him take care of you and be your Alpha. It meant more to you than he probably knew.

Hound gave a low grunt as he pumped his cock a couple of times before lining himself up against your entrance. Feeling the squeeze of your fingers around his in consent, he began to push his length inside of you. He went steady, not wanting to hurt you as well as not wanting to blow his load too soon. You felt incredible around him. The soft, warm, velvety clutch of your walls around his length had him gritting his teeth, trying to control himself.

“Alpha!” you whined, shoving your hips back as he was taking too long. Hound let out a loud groan, hands squeezing your hips to still you. It did nothing but encourage you, and you spread your legs wider to hand him pressed closer against you.

“Kriff! Karking hells, baby” he hissed, eyes squeezed closed as he took in deep breaths. You were so tight around him, even though he had opened you up. It felt like lava was pressed around him, he needed a moment just to catch his breath. “You okay, Omega?” he asked, running a soothing hand up your spine.

“Will be when you move, come on Alpha. I need your knot, please” you cried, burning desire racing through you at the memories of his knot locking you together.

Hound growled, hands squeezing your hips tightly before he pulled his hips back and slammed them back into you. “Greedy little thing, I’ll give you what you need. Only when I’m ready” he said, voice slipping into Alpha tone that had you whimpering and baring your neck for him. Hound didn’t waste the chance, falling over your back and sucking marks along your neck.

You cried out as the position forced his cock deeper inside of you. With every thrust in he was grinding against you, making you clutch at the sheets beneath you to try and hold onto something. Feeling teeth graze your neck, you whined, nodding and hoping he knew you granted permission.

It seemed Hound did because he bit down onto your neck, not enough to break the skin but enough that it would leave a mark come morning. Pulling back, content he had marked you up once more, he began to really fuck into you. Hips driving you further up the nest as he continued to thrust inside your clenching hole with powerful and hard movements.

With every thrust inside of you, pressing deep inside of your core, you could feel his knot swelling, getting bigger and bigger with each roll of his hips. You wanted it so badly, you couldn’t help but buck your hips back into him, hoping it would catch with each slam of his cock inside of you.

Hound couldn’t help the broken moan that fell from his lips as he felt your walls clenching tightly around him. He knew it wouldn't be long, he could already feel his knot swelling and catching on your rim. But he wanted to hear you as you came around him. Twisting his fingers into your hair, he gripped the hair close to your scalp and pulled. The reward was instantaneous, you clenched tight around him and a loud cry of his name fell from your lips.

“Want to hear you” he panted out, pounding into your drenched hole.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” you sobbed out, eyes scrunched shut as you felt your release approaching. With every broken cry forced out of you with his powerful thrusts, you were getting closer and closer to your edge.

“That’s it little Omega, can feel you shaking around me. Go on, cum! Cum for your Alpha” he growled, hand sliding between you to rub at the bundle of nerves that was swollen from his attention.

You were just on the edge, struggling to be pushed over enough to finally reach your orgasm. “Alpha!” you moaned, tears slipping from your face as he grunted in your ear.

“Cum for me, Omega, and I’ll give you my knot” he whispered, words hot and heavy against your ear.

It sent you hurtling over the edge, waves and waves of pleasure washing through you at the way he touched you and encouraged you on. Through your shuddering, you could feel the way that Hound’s knot was catching on your rim. With one, two, three more thrust, it had caught inside of you. Hound hissed out, grinding his cock deep into your quivering channel and shooting his load as he shook above you.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, toppling you onto your side with him while you were still locked together. Hound pulled your hair away from your neck, placing his head there and sighing softly. You smiled, one arm holding the hands around your waist, the other coming to stroke through his long strands. It was perfect, the both of you coming down from your highs, only the sounds of your ragged breathing and racing hearts between you.

When your breathing returned to normal, you turned to look at Hound as best as you could. “I love you, you know that right? I wouldn’t have picked anyone else but you, Hound” you admitted quietly, dragging your fingers over his scalp.

The answering rumble from his chest made you grin, but you needed him to know just how special he was. He buried his head into your neck, pressing a light kiss to one of the marks that he had put there. “I know, I love you too” he breathed, squeezing you tighter to him.

“Good, and I’ll keep telling my big, brave Alpha that until he listens” you teased, the grin breaking into a smile now.

Hound rolled his eyes, nose scrunched up at the words. “God you sound like something from the holonet” he grumbled, shaking his head. Listening to your giggles, he couldn’t help but chuckle. Keeping one hand still wrapped around you, Hound reached for the water bottles and snacks he had set up in easy reach. “Drink this for me, love” he instructed, opening the bottle for you and handing it over.

Eagerly you drunk it down, the water soothing against your throat. It helped centre you a bit more, and you didn’t realise how thirsty you was until Hound was taking the empty bottle from you. “Thanks, I guess I needed that” you muttered, leaning back into his chest. He passed you some of your snacks, keen to keep you full in more ways than one. All these caring actions made your heart flutter in your chest and you ducked your head as you thanked the stars for throwing Hound into your path.

“Got to keep your energy levels up, mesh’la. We’ve got 3 more days of this” he reminded, kissing your shoulder. He cursed when he tried to shift his hips into a more comfortable position. “Kriff, next time I want you to ride me. At least then I can see your pretty face” he grumbled, feeling his knot tug on your pussy.

You whined, gritting your teeth at the feeling of him moving. It flared up some of the latent heat that had been waiting in your core, ready for the next round. “Hound!” you growled, tapping his thigh to keep him still.

“Sorry mesh’la, just wanted to hold you properly while you eat and drink. Want to take care of you properly” Hound apologised, wincing as he ran soothing hands up and down your sides.

“You always take care of me, Hound. Next time we’re face to face because I want to see your pretty face too” you cooed, turning around to brush your lips against his cheeks.

“Alright, alright. That’s the next plan of action. But first finish your snacks” he insisted, pulling you tighter against his chest and sighing heavily as he relaxed back into your nest.

[bleue-flora]

I'm pretty sure c!Dream wanting c!Tommys trust was just to get the disk from him. Dreams tweet about it "help him with his goals"

I'm sure he didn't anticipate for c!tommys mental health to break down that much in exile so there would be a little bit of empathy thinking about his talk with c!punz. But majority of exile was him pretending to be c!tommys friend specifically to get c!tommy to hand him the disk. He didn't want c!tommy as an ally. The way he treated c!tubbo during the arc was very similar, pretending to be his friend until c!tubbo gave him that disk. It wouldn't make sense for c!dream to want to be allies with either of the two because he knew that without the separation of the two and him watching over, they would revert back to harming him again. c!dream wouldn't try to make allies with one of his enemies out of thin air knowing that they have different goals. His exile plan stopped when c!tubbo gave him the disk, and the disks allowed him to continue with the staged finale plan. And for the anon that brought up that early era truce, c!dream has no reason to trust c!tommy, they were constantly scamming each other back in the day theres an hour long vod of the two making fake disks and armors out of thinking the other will scam. I had to correct some of your past anons because some of them do not understand the motivation of exile.

For sure, I really don't think he thought or intended for Tommy's mental health to take such a dive. I think he was manipulating him obviously, but I don't think he was trying to break him. (I mean for starters because breaking people is not a good way to get what you want and Dream seems to know this, and plus Tommy spirals a whole lot without Dream's help so it doesn't seem intended...)

Anyways... I don't think Tommy has a disc, does he? I'm pretty sure Tubbo has one and Skeppy or Badboyhalo has one or something. So I don't that reasoning works. I do think he was probably trying to get the disc from Tubbo, but also I think his actions can be multifaceted. If his long term goal is a peaceful server and a big happy family, which we know is true because he damn well repeats it enough til the very end. Then forming a peaceful relations with Tubbo and L'manberg makes sense. Becoming Tommy's friend so he stops terrorizing the server, specifically his friends, makes sense. Tommy doesn't need Tubbo to get up to shenigans, he causes a lot of problems without Tubbo's involvement. Sure, Tubbo enables his behavior by usually having his back in the aftermath of those, where consequences of his actions come into play. But Tommy hurts Dream a whole even during Exile, no Tubbo needed and I don't think Tubbo ever seeks out to hurt Dream without it being apart of one of Tommy's schemes. In fact, Tubbo is actually the smart one usually trying to tell Tommy not to provoke Dream or do bad things. Tubbo is actually a very reasonable character, one I feel like without Tommy (and Wilbur by extension) and then later Quackity, he and Dream probably would have been allys or at least friends, more so than even Sapnap. Tubbo just wants to build things and be friends, he's not one to start conflict. In fact, despite Tubbo actually being the one to kill Dream in the cave in the beginning of the disc saga, he says in Daedalus that Tubbo might be one of the people who hasn't really done anything. And I think he kinda believes that, that Tubbo's actions have usually been lead by others or were reactions to things. I also think there is a difference especially in Dream's mind of ally and friend, I think later he still thinks Sapnap is his friend even is Sapnap is not longer his ally, so it doesn't seen unreasonable to me for him to try and become Tubbo's and Tommy's friend to get them to stop going after him all the time. Not that he actually expected them to become his allies and help him. There is a lot neutral ground between friend, ally and enemy, where he was perhaps trying to get Tommy and Tubbo similar to how he did with Sam later in Daedalus. So, it's perhaps less of trying to turn his enemy into ally out of thin air and more of how 'bout y'all just stop coming after me, which obviously didn't work since L'manberg started plotting to kill him.

Regardless, I think Dream's Exile plan ended the moment he planned to put himself in the prison, a good bit before Tubbo gave him the discs. At which time, he says this and I think it's pretty telling that perhaps his relations with L'manberg was not all disingenuous.

I don't know, it just sounds real to me. It sounds raw and betrayed and we know he was part of the plan in exploding the community house, so it's not about that like he frames it for the rest of the server. I think it more so has to do with the Green Festival, where they were quite literally about to backstab him. Making me think that the discs were a piece, but they weren't perhaps the whole focus during this time. That they didn't become the main focus until after he felt it necessary to get imprisoned and planned the staged finale.

I mean, is it so unreasonable to think that layered within his manipulation of Tommy and Tubbo, there was genuine yearning for friendship there? Can he not be logical and emotional? Strategic but also hopelessly optimistic? Just because Tommy doesn't think before he does, doesn't mean that characters can't have multiple plans and variables at play. It is so truly so unreasonable that what ended up happening wasn't Plan A, but Plan B, C, D... that he didn't start out with bad intentions, but was forced to constantly adjust based off circumstances.

[oceansssblue]

Can i get a rex x male reader life day fic where Rex is having seasonal depression regarding his brothers, and reader comforts him over a mug of hot chocolate?

(I just rewatched the umbara arc and am craving hurt/comfort)

Of COURSE you can!! Umbara made unspeakable things to us... 🥹 Let's give our dear cap some comfort! 💖

PS. Remember I'm still taking any free xmas clone requests or any of the xmas prompts (reminder at the end of this oneshot).

Btw, I think this is my first time ever writing as a male reader. Hope you like it dear!

Xx, Blue.

"C FOR CHOCOLATE COMFORT" – REX/MALE READER 💔💖

WARNINGS: references to depression&burn out, lost family, and war. Established relationship, fleeting sex reference but no scene at all, kisses, comfort.

They should have been here too.

It's all Rex can think about, lounging on the sofa of his boyfriends's apartment in Corusscant; that his brave, loyal brothers should have had the right to enjoy Life Day too. All those little things nats like to do; decorate, bake, ice skate and build snowmans on one of the multiple artificial platforms in the Capital. They deserved to be cherished, loved; and not end like another lost number to this seemingly endless war.

Though Rex would never give up on this fight –his sense of loyalty and his need to protect others too strong for that– he can't help but feel some sort of tired numbness after Umbara. The good thing about having so many brothers is that he'd never feel really alone; the bad, that he's constantly losing people he has grown to love. Some deaths hit deeper than others; but all of them make a little tug at his heart, and Rex doesn't know how much longer he can soldier through them before the cord finally breaks.

The guilt is a problem on it's own. Why is he allowed to relax in a warm, cozy apartment, why can he have a beautiful relationship and enjoy this years Life Day, while other vods don't?

The sound of the door opening interrupts his spiraling thoughts; and Rex glances towards it right in time to see his partner locking the door and shooting him a shivering smile.

"Hey!" You grin at your favorite trooper, taking your scarf and gloves off and blowing some air on your cold fingertips. "Kark, I couldn't wait to get home!"

You abandon your jacket and winter accesories in the rack by the door –next to Rex's armour–; carelessly shrug your boots off, and pad towards the living room. The heating system is on, and the floor is pleasantly warm. It's a welcoming feeling; you had felt yourself freezing, though you know you'll return to normal in just a few minutes.

You drop down next to Rex and press your body against his side; sitting sideways so that you can put your legs over his lap. Your hands inmediately climb up to the neck of his –yours– jumper; fondly playing with it while you smile up at this god of a man.

"Hi" you whisper sweetly, eyes flickering over every inch of his handsome face. "Miss me?"

You have a habit of doing this; asking this silly questions in an unconscious attempt to help Rex express his feelings. He's a fantastic lover; but more often than not it's easier for him to show his love for you with his hands and lips –and cock– than to actually talk.

He doesn't find it annoying though –quite the opposite, it's endearing the way you sound so innocent and hopefull–; and gives in inmediately.

"Yeah" he whispers back, letting out a long sigh and closing his eyes. "You know I did, cyare".

You hum and stay quiet; observing your boyfriends reaction closely. You've been with him long enough to know there's something else going on.

"You' okay?" You ask, gently cupping his face between your hands, softly pushing up so that you can search for an answer in his eyes.

Rex flinches almost imperceptively; and you somehow doubt it's just because of your cold fingers. You give him a gentle look and caress his cheek with your thumbs.

"Want to talk about it?" You carefully ask.

The man sighs. All of his muscles relax like a deflated balloon; perhaps innerly glad you've caught onto his worries without him needing to point them out.

He catches your hands with his and squeezes them softly.

"Just the usual" he answers, voice low and vulnerable in the silence of the room. "Thinking on how lucky I am to be here, to have you, while others..."

Rex's throat bobs, the sentence unfinished, but you can guess his line of thought. You've talked about this before.

"It's not your fault" you tenderly say to him, a recurrent reminder in your relationship. "You can't control everything, love".

Rex sighs and dejectedly nods. He turns a bit around so that he can burry his face on your neck. Seek solace there. You caress his strong back up and down and kiss the crown of his blond head.

"I know" the captain mumbles against your skin, sending a little shiver through your body inevitably. "I just wish they were here too".

You nod, still hugging him, and cuddle his body further into you.

"And that's perfectly understandable, love" you validate, and both of you stay in silence for a few minutes, calming each other down.

When Rex stirs –a subtle sign that he's had enough of this sort of comfort and that he's a bit unsure about keeping showing this vulnerability– you let him pull back and shoot a grin at him.

"You know what you need?" You try to gain back a bit of that cheery holiday feeling, and pat his thigh while springing up to a stand. "A big C for Chocolate Comfort".

You peck his lips –perhaps deepening the kiss and delaying your departure a bit too much to be considered quick and innocent– and give him a last smile before you dissapear towards the kitchen.

Unknown to you, Rex smiles softly and patiently waits for you to come back; the small clattering of potts and mugs familiar and comforting. He has called you "love" before; but he hasn't actually told you he loves you yet. He will, soon. Your presence is like a warm blanket; a beacon of light in a world full of darkness.

You return ten minutes later; two mugs of hot, sweet chocolate in your hands. You carefully place them in the small living room table; signaling the darker one in colour to Rex.

"This one's yours. I used dark chocolate from Kashyyyk" you explain, attentively observing the man's reaction after his first temptative sip.

Rex groans; the sound so similar to what you usually hear in bed that it sends a faint blush all the way from your cheeks to your neck.

"It's great" he hums in aproval, glancing at your own mug still on the small coffee table. A little teasing smile perches on his lips. "And I assume you used the sweetest sugariest chocolate you could find for yours?"

You laugh, nodding in happy deafeat.

"You know me" you joke, taking a sip of your own hot chocolate and humming at how good it tastes.

Rex cups your face and turns it towards his; slowly dipping down to steal a soft, slow kiss.

"And I love every bit" he whispers softly, making you melt against him.

It's the closest Rex has come to admitting you he loves you; and you can't wait until he's finally confident to say it out loud. He's your man. He's it for you.

You smile and kiss him back; then rest your forehead against his.

"I love you, Rex. Happy Life Day".

Your boyfriend answers with a happy sigh and tenderly caress your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Happy Life Day, ner Karta (my heart)".

THE END.

Wasn't it sweet? I love Rex, aww

PS. Reminder of the prompts you can ask a request of (besides one of your own):

[amberskyyking]

-sliding into another week on my unapologetic bullshit like-

HAPPY BAD BATCH DAY!!!!! Chapter 7 is UP, Tech is ALIVE, I have a PLOT and a CHAPTER COUNT now (it’s gonna be 14, probably, but hey, famous last words), and there are Wrecker-sized FEEEEELLLLIIIINNNNGSSSS!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Implications Of Being Alive

Chapter 7: New Last Memories (And Hugs For The Whole Family)

Wrecker never faced that CX trooper head on in their fights, but for a long time, he wished that he had.

Whenever he caught Crosshair messing with his wrist, or Omega woke up with a nightmare about being taken, or Echo got all quiet at a mention of a brother they lost on Teth, Wrecker regretted that he never got the chance to take on that trooper himself. He woulda crushed him if it came down to it, even if he didn’t wanna kill him. It was still a clone in there, he knew it wasn’t really their fault, he remembered how awful it felt to be controlled by the chip and no one deserved something like that. But Wrecker woulda stopped him, even if killing him was what it took to do it. He wouldn’t have let his family get hurt if he could help it, not for nothing.

He didn’t wish that anymore.

The realization when Omega gave them the news had hit harder than the monster on Tantiss. Wrecker curled in on himself, clutching at his middle with one hand and reaching into thin air with the other, like he had when Tech fell from their railcar, and his hand found Hunters shoulder as the memory pressed in.

He had begged Tech not to do it. It wasn’t an option, Tech was right there and they just needed to get him on the railcar, just needed a little more time, but Tech had known better. Wrecker had watched him come to the conclusion as if in slow motion, the way his eyes went steady before he took aim and said those rebellious last words, but… But Wrecker couldn’t take that! He couldn’t lose him! He screamed for his vod, lunging out of the railcar with an outstretched arm even though it was useless, just some instinct in him that couldn’t let go, just his own willpower versus gravity like a damn Jedi, and Tech fell. Wrecker couldn’t look away, and neither did Tech, both keeping their eyes locked on their family as long as they could in those last moments until the car caught the tracks and ripped them apart.

Tech’s plan had worked, and Wrecker could only ever hope he knew it in the end, hope he knew that his sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Even if it hurt. Even if it had never stopped hurting. It was the last ever memory Wrecker had of his brother, the last memory any of them had, since Wrecker had been the one to see it happen, who couldn’t stop it… Until now.

They were going to get to make new memories again. Tech was coming home…

And if Wrecker had ever gotten the chance to face that CX trooper a decade ago, he might not be.

The sun beating down on the top of his head would have usually felt good, especially out on the water, with salty mist spraying up in the air and the thrill of catching nice fat fish. But today, waiting on solid dry land for the Havoc Zillo to appear in the sky, it was only making him sweat.

“You okay, Wrecker?” Hunter’s voice mumbled quietly at his side.

Wrecker ran a hand over his bald head and tried to let go of his thoughts with a shaky huff. “Nah... But you’re no better. I don’t need to hear heartbeats to tell that.”

“Neither do I,” Hunter said dryly, shifting his weight and exhaling hard. They sat in silence a few seconds more, craning their necks and squinting up at the air. Crosshair’s toothpick snapped in his mouth.

“What do we even say to ‘im?” Wrecker turned back to his brothers. “After all this time-”

“Depends,” Crosshair spat. “We don’t even know what he’ll be like. He might try to kill us again.”

“Don’t say that, he’s our brother-”

“I’m only being realistic, Wrecker.”

“Well I’M just being-”

“Enough,” Hunter cut them both off at once, his head snapping back towards the sky. “They’re here.”

Wrecker gasped and turned his good eye back to the sky above, searching for the little dot that was Omega and Echo and Tech coming home. It took him a second to find it but his heart leapt when he did, and Wrecker’s face split into a huge grin. There wasn’t a doubt in the galaxy that Tech would be okay, somehow, after everything. He had his brothers to help him again! They would make sure it turned out just fine, of course they would.

By the time the ship swung around Wrecker was bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation, and as soon as it hit the ground, he broke free of the others and ran to it!

“OMEGA!” He bellowed, waving an arm as Batcher bounded at his heels. “ECHO! WHERE’S TECH?!”

It didn’t even matter that the engines were just powering down and the ramp hadn’t lowered yet, he knew they could hear him! And Tech was in there!

“MEGA!” He called again just as Hunter and Crosshair caught up, and finally, the ramp let out a hiss and began to lower, slowly revealing the other half of their family at the top.

Tech was there, he was really there, and Wrecker suddenly couldn’t speak. His brother, who he missed so much, stood in the middle of the other two, with Echo’s arm around his waist and Omega’s hand clutched tight his own. He regarded the three of them on the ground with a thoughtful expression that Wrecker knew, even all these years later. It knocked whatever words he was going to say right out of his throat. Wrecker feel dizzy all of the sudden, he wobbled on the spot as tears blurred his vision and ragged breaths were torn from his lungs, and Crosshair caught him lightly by the arm.

“T-Tech?” Hunter said at his side in a voice that sounded fragile.

“See?” He heard Omega speaking softly. “I said I’d bring you home, didn’t I?”

Tech still hadn’t made any move to come down the ramp. For a second everyone was quiet as the engines finished winding down, and even Batcher paused her cheerful circles, as Echo and Omega tugged at his arms but his feet didn’t budge.

“And… They want to see me?”

Hunter eeked out a wounded sounding whimper and Wreckers bursting heart broke at the words.

“C-Course we do!” Wrecker found his voice again, scrubbing hard at his good eye to try and see his brother better. “Never a question, Tech! Come ‘ere, it’s… It’s been too long…”

Hunter sniffed hard and nodded at his side and Echo muttered something reassuring in his ear, and finally, Tech let himself be led down off the ramp. He looked at each one of them in turn, almost as if he was in a daze, once his feet hit solid ground, but the second Tech’s eyes met his own Wrecker was gone. The last time he locked eyes with his brother had been a goodbye, but now he was alive, he was back, that hadn’t been their last moments, he could hardly believe it! After ten long years he threw his arms around Tech’s shoulders and pulled him into a hug, cradling him gently against his chest and resting his cheek against the top of his brother’s head, like he would have years ago if he had just been able to reach him in time and pull him to safety.

Tech let out a surprised little gasp and went stiff, but after a moments hesitation, Wrecker felt him relax and wrap his arms gingerly around Wrecker’s sides in return.

“Y-You’re back,” Wrecker stammered out. “I missed ya, I really did…”

“I… I too have missed this,” Tech said in a small voice. “Though if you could loosen your grip just slightly it would be appreciated, this arrangement is impeding my ability to breathe.”

“Sorry…” Wrecker sniffed. “I know you’re not a big hugger, just, it’s been so long…”

“I do not mind it, actually,” Tech whispered, staying very still against Wrecker’s chest. Then Hunter was at their side, sliding his hand along Tech’s back too with tears streaming down his own face, and Wrecker lifted an arm to let him in, gesturing for Crosshair to get over here too. Their youngest brother could act prickly as much as he wanted but Wrecker knew how he really felt, and sure enough, Crosshair let out a small huff before crossing stiffly over to them and letting Wrecker drag him into the hug.

“I’m sorry,” Hunter was rasping out between full body sobs. “I’m sorry Tech, I’m so sorry-”

“As I told Echo. There is nothing to apologize for,” Tech said softly. “There was nothing for you to do differently and no viable way to determine whether or not I had survived.” He paused for a second, and Wrecker felt a small shudder course through his body. “I, on the other hand…”

“Whatever you did doesn’t matter,” Wrecker cut him off before he could put himself down or try apologizing. “Not to us. It wasn’t you, Tech.”

“We know you better than that,” Hunter agreed through his tears.

Echo and Omega joined in the hug pile from the outside and Wrecker loosened his other arm to make room for them, too. Even once he didn’t have Tech in his own grip his big brother stayed nestled close to his chest as Wreckers massive arms stretched out to encircle his family, his full family, all at once. He… He hadn’t ever gotten to hug them all at once before! After the war, when they went back for Omega, Crosshair was left behind, and no one was really in the mood for hugging when they were trapped together on a sunken Kamino. Then by the time they got Crosshair back, Tech was…

But Tech was here now. They all were, every single one of them was safe in his arms, after all this time.

Wrecker never wanted to let any of them go again.

They stayed like that for a while, much longer than Crosshair would have usually tolerated, and maybe it was because the others realized that too and felt the same. But of course, eventually, he had to, they couldn’t stay like that forever. When they started growing fidgety Wrecker reluctantly loosened his grip to let them go, but even once they all broke apart, he stood protectively close to Tech. Tech didn’t seem to mind. If anything he was hovering a little closer than usual too.

“Well… Come on,” Hunter said in a hoarse voice. “You’re probably hungry, Tech, and tired... I know it’s been a long trip. For all of you.”

Tech nodded compliantly and at Wrecker’s gentle urging he began to follow after Hunter, who turned back every few steps to make sure they were all still there, even though Wrecker knew he could have counted their heartbeats or footsteps or something instead. Wrecker could hardly even see the path back up to their little house, or… or Domicile? That was the neat sounding word Tech used to use for a house, wasn’t it? He somehow smiled even bigger at the thought. Not all of Tech’s vocabulary had stuck in his head, but there had always been a few unique words like that that that he remembered, and whenever he heard them anywhere else he thought of his brother.

Wrecker hoped that Tech still used those words. He hoped Tech still did a lot of the things he used to do, that the Empire hadn’t been able to crush a single ounce of who Tech was over the last decade they spent apart because his brother was too damn good for that. But if they did, Wrecker would remind him. They all would, and Wrecker couldn’t wait to show him the beaches the next morning! He was ready to walk with Tech anywhere he wanted, lift him up to see inside the little holes in the rocks where some fancy looking crabs nested, carry whatever sort of crazy recording equipment Tech cobbled together for his research without complaint, maybe even bring him out on the boat so he could talk to them all day about the different fish they caught. And he would never get sick of it, it wouldn’t be possible. He hadn’t realized how much he missed his brothers constant chatter until it was gone.

As the night went on, though, Wrecker started to have just a few worries. Tech wasn’t quite his old self. It wasn’t really fair to expect him to be though, at least not so quickly, was it? Maybe his memory was a little off, or maybe it was just the hyperspace-lag, or the ten whole years they missed out on that was making Tech act so much more quiet and subdued than he used to be. He still asked a few questions about the sushi they were eating, he showed interest in Wrecker’s tale of catching the fish that the sushi came from, he even said he dreamed a couple of times about eating this exact food while he was with the Empire. Those all had to be good signs… Weren’t they?

But Wrecker’s gut told him there was still something off.

Omega and Hunter encouraged Tech to turn in to bed early, and he put up a fight about it for a minute, but Echo got involved and he settled down. That didn’t quite strike Wrecker as right either. Tech had acted afraid, but he trusted Echo and Omega, they’d been with Tech again for a few days more than he had and it seemed like they had done this before. The thought made Wrecker uneasy. Who knew what sort of osik the Empire put his brother through? There were all sorts of things that could cause fears like that and it made Wrecker’s blood boil to think of any of them happening to Tech.

Crosshair began clearing the dishes in a huff the second the others made their way towards bed, and Wrecker dutifully carried plates over to the sink to be washed as they waited for their brothers to re-emerge.

“He’s not right,” Crosshair hissed as Wrecker brought him an armful of plates and began scraping the scraps into a compost bin. “He might be acting fine for now, but he isn’t.”

“I… I know,” Wrecker admitted. His grip tightened on a plate as he did and it cracked under his thumb.

“Wrecker!”

“Sorry!” He muttered, swiveling around to drop the whole plate in the garbage before he could cut himself on it, but it slipped and sliced the side of his finger anyways. “Damn.”

“Clean it,” Crosshair said with a sigh, stepping away from the sink and drying his hands on a towel.

Wrecker did as he was told, even if he grumbled about it, stuffing the injury under running water. It wasn’t even all that big, but Crosshair was already fumbling around for the first aid kit, and he knew better than to contradict him. Tech had been their medic before, but Crosshair had taken it upon himself to learn the basics once he returned, and hardly anything pissed off their littlest brother more than not taking care of an injury these days, no matter how small.

Just as he turned off the faucet and gave his hand to Crosshair for bandaging, Hunter, Echo and Omega came back from the room, with Hunter looking pale.

“...Something you two want to tell us?” Crosshair said in a dangerous tone, barely looking up from Wrecker’s hand.

Echo and Omega exchanged a dark look at that, and Wrecker’s gut twisted.

“Yes,” Omega said heavily. “I’m sorry but we really needed to wait to discuss it until Tech was asleep and I wanted to tell you in person.”

“Out with it, ‘Mega,” Hunter bristled.

Wrecker barely noticed Crosshair finish dressing the cut and give him back his hand. Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to be good news, he could tell. The energy in the room had shifted, and he should have known. Even if Hunter was the one with enhanced senses, Crosshair and Wrecker’s combined intuition was rarely wrong…

But nothing they learned now could be as bad as the idea of Tech being gone forever.

Echo squeezed Omegas shoulder, and she let out a deep sigh. “There’s… I don’t really know how to tell you this, we haven’t completely figured out the details of what he’s thinking yet but… Tech doesn’t think this is real.”

Wrecker blinked at her in confusion. That… That didn’t make sense.

“Not real?” Hunter repeated incredulously.

Omega gave him a solemn nod. “He thinks he’s dreaming… At least most of the time.”

Dreaming? Now Wrecker’s heart began to race. Tech didn’t know they were together again? He didn’t think he was home? That this was all just… Wishful thinking? All in his head? Fake?

Wrecker growled under his breath at the idea. How dare the Empire do that to him?! How DARE they hurt his big brother SO BADLY that he didn’t even KNOW-

“What do you mean by most of the time?” Crosshair hissed.

“I mean he’s confused,” Omega pleaded. “He acts like himself sometimes, like the way things used to be, then other times he talks like he’s still with the Empire and this is all a vision! He thinks he needs to return to his commanding officer, he thinks he’s going to be decommissioned-”

“DECOMMISSIONED?” Wrecker roared in horror. “NOBODY’s gonna decom him an’ - and if they EVER come back for him I’ll KILL ‘EM”

“Easy Wrecker. You’ll wake him,” Echo chided, but his voice was just as venomous as Wreckers, and Wrecker scoffed. “The Empire is like that,” Echo continued. “He told us it was common practice, and my intel says he’s right.”

Wrecker’s head was spinning. More things about what Tech had said before were starting to make sense, and they made him feel sick. How long had Tech held on to them during that hug, like he didn’t want it to end? There was that comment about dreaming of sushi, and his strange silence like he wasn’t fully there, and that thing he said about his own family not wanting him-

“So is he going to try to return to the Empire on us?” Crosshair interrupted Wreckers thoughts in a clipped tone, placing a steadying hand on Wrecker’s arm again.

“I don’t think so. Not right now anyways, he… He thinks he needs to wake up somehow to do that,” Omega explained. “But he’s afraid to go to sleep because he doesn’t want to wake up with the Empire again. We have to keep promising him we’ll still be here when he does, not them…”

“This… Could be a serious problem,” Hunter mused, rubbing his fingers hard against his own temples with his eyes closed in thought. “Once he figures out this is real…”

“If he figures out this is real,” Crosshair corrected, and Wrecker wheeled on him like he’d just suggested Pabu was covered in snow.

“Whadda’ya mean if?” Wrecker piped up. “He’s gotta know!”

“Why?” Crosshair snapped. “He’s here, isn’t he? He’s said he doesn’t want this dream to end and he’s less dangerous like this.”

“But that’s not right!” Wrecker cried, pulling his arm away from Crosshair. “We can’t all just lie to ‘im! He deserves better than that, he’s our brother!”

“You don’t know what he’s capable of! None of us do! Except maybe Omega!”

“Well if anything happens we’ll handle it! But it shouldn’t take trickin’ ‘im to keep ‘im around. That’s… Isn’t that what the Empire was doing?”

There were a couple sharp inhales at that. Wrecker looked around at each of them in turn before landing his gaze back on Crosshair, trying to understand why they would even think of handling this any other way.

“That’s part of what we need to talk about,” Echo said evenly. “Crosshair does make a point. Tech has been a CX-trooper for ten years. That influence doesn’t just go away.”

Omega nodded. “I barely made it out of my own fight with him… He was relentless. He fought with lethal force even when he was badly injured, I got lucky. If he didn’t get distracted at the end…”

Hunter made a choked sounding noise and immediately pulled Omega into his arms, as if to protect her from the very idea that she could get hurt like that or worse, and Omega chuckled into his hair just a little.

“I’m alright Hunter,” She said affectionately. “I really am, but I just mean to say… You really can’t underestimate him.”

“But Wrecker is right too,” Echo said darkly. “Lying to him is Empire osik, and we’re better than that. He deserves better than that.”

Wrecker let out a long breath. “It’s just… We can’t force him to believe anything, can we? Just cause we say this is real, it doesn’t mean he’ll believe us. But it’s still on us to be honest with him, and if it that causes a problem, we’ll deal with it then. He’s our brother. We gotta protect him but… We wouldn’t be doin’ a good job of that without being honest and showing him he’s loved. An’ lying wouldn’t be very loving.”

“I agree,” Hunter said. “We’ll have to be prepared for if he does… Wake up… But I think Wrecker’s right. We can’t just lie to him forever, not if we really want him back.”

Echo and Omega both nodded, and all eyes fell on Crosshair.

“Well it looks like I’m outvoted anyways,” He said snidely.

“Come on, Cross-”

“I think this is a bad idea,” Crosshair snapped. “I think you’re not taking the danger here seriously. But if you want to try and draw him back out so you can fight all his demons, fine. Have kriffing fun.”

With that Crosshair stalked out of the kitchen. Wrecker took a couple steps to follow, but a door slammed, and he stopped, torn.

“Let him go,” Hunter said tiredly. “You know how he gets. He just needs some time.”

“He hasn’t gotten like that in… In a while, Hunter,” Wrecker moaned. “I don’t want him to be upset all alone.”

Hunter let out a sigh. “I know. But… trust me.”

Wrecker hesitated a minute longer, but finally, he nodded, letting his shoulders drop.

A few minutes later they decided it would be better if they all went to bed early, all except Hunter, who took the first shift at Tech’s bedside just in case he woke up confused, to make sure they kept their promise. They had just set up the fourth bed in their shared room earlier this morning. Shep had brought it over for them as a gift, to make sure Tech was comfortable back home, at long last. Echo settled into Hunter’s bed to get some rest before taking second watch, and Wrecker crawled into his own with his eyes resting on Tech and the gentle rising and falling of his chest in the dim moonlight that streamed in through the windows.

He could have stayed awake the whole night like that, reminding himself Tech was here. Wrecker was going to remember everything about this best he could, so his last memory about Tech would be fresh and new every day from now on. But sleep hit him like an unexpectedly huge ocean wave and knocked him out in minutes, and the last thing he saw before succumbing to it was Tech roll over, looking peaceful in his sleep.

A good memory.

Partway through the night, Wrecker awoke to the sound of snoring, and he blinked a couple of times in the darkness of the room. The sound was coming from Crosshairs bed, and he could vaguely see the shape of his brother laying there.

Good. He made it back home.

Hunter seemed to be asleep in his own bed again, too, and Echo sat awake at Tech’s bedside. Wrecker met Echo’s eyes, and Echo gave him a tired, joyful smile, glancing down to where Tech was holding his hand in his sleep.

Yeah. It was all going to be okay.

They had so many new memories to make.

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Please leave me fic fuel (comments and shit) cause I’m having a blast with this but it’s WAY more fun to carjack canon with *friends*!!! Lemme know if you wanna join the tag list!!!! @floofyroro @vimse @norraexploradora

Full I-Said-I-Would-Fix-It-And-I-Did Work: Implications Of Being Alive

[miru-has-thoughts]

How To Watch Professional Wrestling (2023)

Hello people of earth, Jupiter, and wrestling Tumblr! I’ve seen many posts here asking about where to watch professional wrestling. After a few weeks of research and speaking with my buddies who work for various television networks, and those who navigate the interwebs, I have compiled a list on where you can watch your favorite wrestlers without breaking the bank in this economy!

I’ll first talk about the legal ways. 

WWE (for those in the states)

-For those in the states, to watch WWE live, you can get traditional cable, satellite or a streaming service with live tv that includes the USA network. (Fox is a free channel so every live tv service has Fox). I would suggest Youtube TV b/c you get a lot of bang for your buck, but it can be expensive if you do not watch a lot of channels. The other alternative is sling tv, which if I remember is much cheaper than YTTV (about $40). 

-Regular Hulu offers Raw and Smackdown, but it’s available next day.

-The other place you can get your WWE content is Peacock, though the problem is there is no live content and the episodes are uploaded after a month. Peacock is only useful for PLEs and to watch the back catalog of WWE ($5.99/month).

-There is an option to livestream the USA Network on their app and website HOWEVER, you do need a TV provider to access so it defeats the purpose. 

*What I will say is this option is useful for those who live in the West, have cable/streaming service and want to watch Raw live.

WWE (International)

-Most countries have the WWE Network but it is very similar to Peacock in that there is no live content

* This is b/c of broadcasting rights with other stations that stops WWE from putting Raw and Smackdown up straight away like the PPVs 

-WWE also has deals with broadcasting channels around the world, but they more or less work similarly to Peacock.

SO, for the U.S folks, the best way to watch WWE legally and for cheap would be to purchase Sling TV and Peacock to get the full experience that will run you ~$45-55/month.

International folks would benefit from getting a VPN and doing the same (Sling + Peacock)

….

AEW (stateside)

-Again the best way to watch AEW is cable/live TV. The best options here would be Youtube TV and Sling. 

-There is a TBS app, but like the USA Network app, you need a subscription to cable/live tv, and honestly the app lags and is very faulty. Would not recommend. 

-For PPVs, you can purchase from traditional cable providers/satellite ($50/PPV)

-The other one is Bleacher Report (Ditto).

-You can also watch at certain Bar/Restaurants and Movie Theaters which could be a cheaper alternative to buying the PPV, though not every place in the U.S offers this, so make sure you check with your local Dave & Busters, Tom’s Watch Bar, and movie theaters.

(AEW International)

-Now we are in murky waters as AEW has given the rights to a few apps for different parts of the world (besides watching it by cable)

-Canada has TSN, Latin America is getting stuck with ViX, others have DAZN, and the rest are still on Fite TV.

-All these options have faults. TSN is expensive with cable and if you want to watch Collision you need the TSN app and that’s expensive as well. 

-ViX, while the cheapest option of all mentioned, is a joke of an app. Those that have used it reported it’s difficult to find AEW on the app. You HAVE to watch it live as there is no VOD, no back catalog, and the commentary is only in Spanish.There is also no PiP, in fact they don’t even air the fight when they throw to commercial, it just goes to a “we’ll be right back screen”.

-DAZN is expensive, misses shows, starts late, and is buggy. It’s also inflated with commercials before, after and in the middle of the show and the video quality is garbage.

-For anyone with Fite, you get the live stream but you have to wait 30 days for the VOD. Though you do have access to the back catalog.

*This is due to AEW’s deals with the streaming platforms above.

-Fite UK really is the old faithful as you can pay for AEW+ to watch live, get  VOD next day, have access to the back catalog and no PiP.

-PPVs can be purchased and watched through traditional satellite/cable provider

-YouTube (Canada, Mexico, Germany, Italy, France, UK, South Korea)

-PPV.com (Canada, Australia, New Zealand, UK and Ireland)

-SKY Germany

-SKY Italia

-DAZN (UK, Ireland, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, Netherlands, Mexico, Brazil, France, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Denmark, Poland, Portugal, Thailand, Taiwan, Malaysia, Singapore, Bulgaria)

-You can also buy through Fite (pretty much anyone)

…

Ok, so now you have all this info but you still don’t know what’s best for you? I would say if you want to watch both WWE + AEW, go with the live TV option. If you just want AEW, get yourself a VPN and go with Fite UK. This applies to Americans and International folks!

For PPV, the best option is Fite as when you purchase it, you have it for life and can replay it as much as you want. You also have the luxury of being able to watch on 2 devices simultaneously, so if you can’t fork out the money for a PPV, perhaps buddy up with someone, pay half and watch together on separate devices. 

-PPVs on UK fite are £13.99 each (about $16 American) and fite NZ are $20 American.

*If you cannot afford a VPN, the two free VPNs I recommend are Proton VPN and Urban VPN.

OK so now you have the legal ways of watching wrestling, but now you’re probably saying, “but Jei! This is great and all, but I don’t have money!”. Well my friend, this is where I give you a lifejacket and show you how to navigate the deep waters of the interwebs, and by the time you finish reading this, you will know how to be a damn great pirate!

-What you will DEFINITELY need is a good ad blocker 

-International folks, use a VPN that can connect to a US server.

Websites that have live streams, back catalog, PPVs, and wrestling from many promotions:

- Wrestling Network

- Wrestling Live

- PWrestling

- Watch Wrestling

- All Wrestling

- Watch Wrestling 24

- Watch Wrestling Up

*a lot of these have pesky ads you have to deal with and sometimes streams break in between, but since it’s free… Well, beggars can’t be choosers. Some will ask you to sign up, they are not asking for money, but if you are not comfortable sharing info, choose another site.

-Also while searching some of these sites, I came across a list from a website called Techlazy, and a person named Nagama Ansari compiled a list with more sites and gives an overview on sites I mentioned and others. I’ll link it here.

Well folks, if you made it this far, congratulations on successfully being able to navigate legal and pirated waters. In all seriousness, if you made it this far, I want to thank you for finding this helpful. I recently came back into the wrestling fold and the people in this community have been nothing but positive and friendly both in person and in real life. The best way I can give back to all of you is by using my knowledge working in television and journalism as well as using my network to help make it easier for all of you to enjoy what we love without worrying about paying a fortune to watch what you want.

Also, I am one of thousands of people getting screwed over by television monopolies and streaming services, so this is my petty way to get back at them! 

[treesnutsandleaveswrites]

Five Reminders of Fives

An Echo Drabble

One.

When Hunter first called him his vod, Echo’s world stopped for a moment. They were fixing up his hammock in the Batch’s barracks, finally relieving Echo from sleeping on the floor the past few rotations. They were pulling it up into the air when Hunter spoke.

“Is that alright, vod?”

Echo snapped his gaze to where Hunter was standing, briefly seeing his goateed brother in his red GAR training outfit, before being pulled away by Hunter’s voice.

“Echo?”

Hunter looked at him expectantly, still waiting for an answer. Echo looked back at the hammock before nodding.

“Yeah… yeah, that's good…” He licked his lips, finding the familiarity of the word again…

“Vod…”

~~~~~~~~

Two.

Wrecker was sitting at the workbench in their barracks with Hunter, arm wrestling. Even if Wrecker was the strongest of the group, Hunter was showing some great resilience against him. Echo was watching them with nothing else better to do, not fully focussed on who would win. Wrecker strained out, still trying to throw Hunter off somehow.

“Who do you think will win, Eck?”

Fives and Hevy were standing on either side of the monitor that had the screen looking over the Rishi moon, grunting and panting as they fought for dominance in this arm wrestle. Fives panted out with a smirk.

“It’s gonna be me, right, vod?”

Wrecker grinned, still pushing until he was finally able to slam Hunter’s hand against the durasteel with a victorious whoop following after.

~~~~~~~~

Three.

Echo and Tech were fixing the Marauder, adding some new enhancements that Tech thought up the night before. Echo was sitting on the armrest of the pilot’s seat while Tech was under the console, looking at the wiring. Tech was murmuring under his breath.

“Kriffing hell…”

Echo was leaning against the wing of a fighter in the hangar of the Resolute as he watched Fives laying under it, cursing quietly. He chuckled with a shake of his head while looking down at his brother.

“Need a little help?”

Tech hummed, rolling out from under the panel to look at Echo.

“That would be very useful.”

~~~~~~~~

Four.

Crosshair wasn’t a conversationalist. Echo knew that from the get go. Sometimes, when Echo couldn’t sleep from all the buzzing in his brain, he would find Crosshair awake and they would simply sit in silence. One particular night, Echo was tossing and turning in his hammock. It was no use going to sleep, so he got out of his hammock and found Crosshair sitting on one of their cargo boxes while pieces of his rifle blaster were set out on the floor in front of him. Echo sat at the workbench near him, looking over the pieces carefully before looking to the sniper as he cleaned a certain piece meticulously.

“You gotta get in there.”

Fives explained, rubbing the dirty cloth over the blaster piece. He was particular about how his blasters were cleaned and now he was showing Echo how it was done. Echo nodded while watching his vod.

“I get it.”

Echo didn’t realize Crosshair had spoken until he found his eyes reflecting his own. Crosshair looked at him for a moment before going back to cleaning another piece, letting Echo watch so he’d be able to find some peace in the night.

~~~~~~~~

Five.

After leaving Kamino, Echo’s mind was jumbled with uncertainty. He had never known anything other than the Republic, so he never really thought of life away from it. Away from the GAR… away from war… He wasn’t reminded of that kind of life until Omega with her wide, wondering eyes. She had so many questions and so much to discover, just like when he and Fives went out into the galaxy as ARC troopers for the first time. Omega looked over the farm on Cut’s land with a glimmer in her eyes before looking up at Echo with a smile.

“Do you want this one day?”

Fives looked at him with a small smile. They were standing at the border of a small village they had just given aid to, watching as the people tried to get back to their peaceful, domesticated lives. Their other brothers helping in small, meaningful ways. Echo looked back at Fives for a moment, truly thinking of the end of the war. Thinking of his brothers living freely. Thinking of Fives. He could see it in his eyes that Fives wanted it. And he deserved it.

Echo managed to nod softly.

“Yeah… one day.”

[l0nesome-dreams]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

taged by @whiskygoldwings

(I hope I’m doing this right 😂 I’ve never participated in a last line challenge before! + I don’t really know who to tag 💀✨)

I’ve been feeling extremely unmotivated to draw or write within the past few days despite wanting art of my kiddos. I scrambled through my documents and found some lil snippets of dabbles I’ve got sitting around. Here is one about the dragon hybrid Voorpret AU:

Voss gave Lee a leg up into the ceiling.

“Okay next,” Voss motioned for Vance to come over to him, helping him up into the ceiling with Lee, “Jeez vod what have you been eating?” Vance poked his head out from the missing panel in the ceiling.

“Do you want help up here, or do you want to stay in the hall so the science freaks can come do experiments on you too?” He said resting his chin on his hand.

There was the sound of a door opening down the hall which alerted Voss still standing in the hall.

“Okay okay I take it back! Just get me up there!” Voss whispered loudly. 

He backed up a bit getting a running start before jumping into the air grabbing hold of his batch mates arm. Vance dragged him up, closing the panel before anyone could see them.

“You’re one to talk vod’ika. You weigh a ton.” Vance said a grin forming on his face as his brother looked up at him. 

Though his face was covered Vance knew Voss was deadpanning. 

“Come on you two we can sort this out later. Right now we’re trying to find Voor.” Lee said, crawling further down the vent system. 

The two clones followed suit crawling after her. 

“Hold up a sec,” Lee checked her vambrace, the location of where Voorpret was being held blinking softly, “we may need to get into the halls again the vents don’t seem to go that far, or at least this system of vents.” Lee sighed, continuing to crawl forwards.

They could still travel a bit further until they reached the end of the vents before they’d have to move around in the halls. This compromised their plan, but whatever shape Voorpret was in was what would determine their plan of escape. 

“How much further we-“ Vance was cut off by an agonizing scream.

They all stopped in their tracks. 

“What the kriff was that?” Voss whispered.

Lee looked down at her vambrace again.

“I don’t know, but let’s keep moving so we don’t find out.” Lee said, her voice laced with fear. 

When they did reach the end of the vents, Lee slid the panel aside and Vance lowered Voss down into the hall.

“Where is everyone? I haven’t seen a soul in this facility since we’ve been here. You sure this is the correct location?” Voss said, catching Lee as she hopped out of the vents. 

“Positive.” Lee said while removing her blasters.

Vance hopped out of the vents into his brother’s arms.

They moved against the walls keeping quiet. The trio was starting to feel uneasy at the idea that no one was here. This was a Separatist facility, they were typically crawling with people.

“This is the room.” Lee whispered, pressing the panel to open the door. 

When it slid open the trio was greeted by a massacre. Blood was splattered across parts of the walls and what looked to be a trail of blood that had been dragged from the door panel to behind an examination table. Bodies were laying around, some unrecognizable, limbs torn off, faces nothing but blood. 

“What happened here?” Vance said, flicking on his light that was attached to his helmet.

“Whatever did this,” Lee began as she stepped further into the room examining the mess, “wasn’t human.”

“They should’ve known better to keep wild animals in this place, let alone in cells like these,” Voss motioned towards the destroyed holding cell, “We’d best leave, it’s probably near by.” Voss said.

“We need to find Voorpret quick before whatever did this gets a hold of-” Vance was cut off by a creaking sound.

They all whipped around adrenaline rushing through their bodies. Nothing was there. 

“I don’t like this guys.” Lee said backing up from where the noise had come from.

She felt a drop of something cool hit the back of her neck. She looked up and nearly screamed. 

A mangled body lay over the pipes above her head Voorpret hovering over it staring down at Lee. His eyes were practically glowing, and they held an expression not that of a human, but rather a beast. So animalistic that even Lee couldn’t see through them to Voorpret himself. Pure lust for blood coursed through his begin, and something new that sent pleasant tingles through him when he caught the scent of his love. He was being driven by pure instinct at this point and no one would be able to stop his pursuit.

Lee backed away from him slowly as he climbed down from the ceiling a low, guttural growl emitting from him. 

“Voor? What’s gotten into you?” Lee said, putting her blaster away and holding her hands up, “Voorpret please stop. You’re scaring me.” 

He continued stalking towards her, Vance and Voss armed and ready to engage their threat. 

Voorpret lunged at Vance who proceeded to fire stun shots at him. Voorpret easily slid right past them, scaling the wall again. 

“Run!” Lee shouted, pushing the other two troopers out of the door nearly tripping over Voss’s foot.

They bolted down the halls of the facility splitting up. Voorpret went after Lee without any hesitation ignoring the blaster fire from his brothers. 

“LEE!!” Voss yelled as she took off down the hall, Voorpret in tow.

Lee rounded a corner not daring to look back. Voorpret slipped when he came around the corner, skidding into the wall then clamoring back up to his feet in a desperate attempt to catch his prey. Lee slammed her fist into the control panel, closing the door between them in hopes Voorpret wouldn’t be able to get to her. He obviously had no interest in either of his brothers, but Lee had no idea why he was after her specially. 

A loud scraping sound echoed through the halls as Voorpret grabbed hold of the door. Lee staggered backward as the clone began prying the door open. She took off again reaching a dead end in a large examination room. She scrambled around finding a medical cabinet to hide in breathing heavily as she heard Voorpret’s claws tapping against the cool durasteel floor. She clasped her hands over her mouth praying he wouldn’t find her.

“Oh mesh’la where’d you run off to with that pretty face of yours?” He purred, sounding awfully close to Lee’s hiding place, “You smell so good, I promise I won’t hurt you love. I just want to breed you.” He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. 

Lee panicked, what did he just say!? She stopped breathing when he stopped outside of the cabinet, tracing the outside of it. 

“Where are you hiding lil one?” He cooed, walking off again to Force knows where in the room.

Everything went silent for what seemed like forever then Lee inhaled sharply when Voorpret was staring at her through a crack in the cabinet. 

“Hey mesh’la.” He opened the cabinet grinning wildly at her. 

"Voorpret, please no. This isn’t a good idea we’ve only just-“ Her words caught in her throat, face heating up at the way he was looking at her, “you know what I’ll just come out there.”

Lee carefully stepped out of the cabinet instantly Voorpret’s hands went to the wall on either side of her head caging her in. He would’ve already killed her if that was his intention, clearly he had something completely different in mind.

 “So compliant for me.” He said, his hot breath fanning across her face.

He no longer had blood on his face, but the wild look in his eyes still shown through. 

“Lee!” Voss came charging into the room, Vance right on his heels, “We thought he surely killed you but, oh.” Voss shut up the instant he laid eyes on the situation.

Voorpret was licking a stripe up the column of Lee’s neck, one thigh between her legs. 

“I’ll handle this, just get back to the ship and I’ll meet you two back there.” Lee said, grabbing hold of one of Voorpret’s horns and tugging his face away from her skin, “Just please leave before he changes his mind and kills the both of you.” Lee said, shoving Voorpret off of her.

The two troopers reluctantly left Lee to fend for herself closing the door behind them. Lee grabbed her blaster, switching it over to stun. 

“Voorpret you need to snap out of it. You’re not thinking straight,” Lee said, pointing the blaster at the hybrid as he stalked over towards Lee again, “Stay back Voorpret, or I’m going to have to stun you.” She hissed, backing away from him.

Voorpret grinned wildly, tail flicking back and forth, amber eyes locked on Lee’s.

“You know that has little to no effect on me Lee,” he said, voice sweet as honey, “I’ll just hunt you down all over again. Just put it down and let me have you.” He said, his hands twitching towards Lee ever so slightly.

Lee refused to lower the weapon and when he took another step towards her she fired a stun bolt at his chest. Like he’d said it had absolutely no effect on him. Lee let out a shaky breath when Voorpret returned to his original place directly in front of Lee…

(it gets a lil spicy after that, so I’m not gonna bother posting that at the moment 😂💀)

So uh yeah… he’s a lil crazy, must be that dragon in em. RIP Lee, your efforts and sacrifice will always be remembered 🫡🫣

I don’t really know how writing about others ocs works, but man I really wanna see how people write about these hooligans.

[cross-my-heartt]

One Request

(If Filoni can't promise my boy a happy ending, I sure as hell can. Contains spoilers for the events of episode 12, The Outpost)

The ship rocked as it flew through hyperspace – little shocks that caused the room to sway and groan, the result of some minor damage sustained during the shootout. Hunter could hear the others beyond the doors of the cargo bay, Wrecker and Echo getting treatment while Tech’s voice piped up with instructions for Omega.

It soothed his mind despite the adrenalin, to know that they were all okay, but the thought was distant now that he was completely absorbed in the task in front of him.

The bony fingers felt cold in his hand and he squeezed them, counting his own heartbeats to remind himself that the heart in Crosshair’s chest was still beating as well.

His vod looked like a ghost: bruises, healed over scrapes, chafing around his wrists and a pallid complexion that rivaled that of a Kaminoan. The bags under his eyes reached the top of the mask pumping oxygen into his lungs and the blanket caved in all the places that should be round with muscle but he was alive.

His brother was alive despite being held in that nightmarish place, alive despite all odds, and Hunter felt himself shudder as he squeezed that cold hand again.

There was no prayer in the galaxy that could describe how grateful he was for it. To have his vod back – his brave, stupid, stubborn vod’ika. The one who always learned the hard way. The one always covered in bruises and scabs because of it, who always ended up being punished by the truth because he sheltered himself from it.

It was never easy with Crosshair. But Hunter would go through all those hardships again if it meant having his brother here like this and not lost forever.

The next breath he drew was shaky and he leaned over the body in the bunk, trying to curl away from the pain of his own wounds. He would stay like this for as long as he could – give Crosshair the comfort he was deprived of for so long and for his own sanity because right now he needed to be reminded his brother was alive more than ever.

They would be out of hyperspace in a little while and making their next jump and he would rest once he was sure everything was fine and they were on their way to safety. Until then the weak rasping huffs of Crosshair’s breath would be his succor.

Crosshair came back to them after a days’ long sleep with a deafening noise and the clatter of whatever piece of tech had just scattered over the floor.

They’d all jerked awake in their bunks, hands reaching for their blasters before any of them were fully awake and had only settled down after realizing the noise had come from the dark hallway they could see through the open door of the bunkroom.

They followed the trail of clumsy destruction all the way to the entry hatch – also open – where the morning light poured in from outside in hazy puddles. Hunter approached the hatch first.

He shouldn’t be up and walking so soon, Tech’s voice echoed in his mind, he’s hardly in any shape to keep himself upright, much less go wandering outside.

Hunter looked for a hint of annoyance in the words, irritation for the device lying broken on the floor, but all he found was worry for their stubborn vod.

Going outside, however, he couldn’t bring himself to drag Crosshair back to bed.

His brother’s shoulders were hunched and shivering under the ratty blanket he’d dragged from his bunk but his eyes remained glued to the sun as it crawled over the hills in the distance. There was a bony determination to his frame and Hunter stood back, letting him have this moment.

He should have it, he told himself, his first sunrise as a free man.

They stayed like that for a while, Crosshair’s expression unreadable as he sat with his back to the ship, his jerky shivering breaths easing out as the air became warmer and more bearable. Hunter had almost retreated into his own little meadow of peace, tucked away into the back of his mind, when he heard Crosshair’s voice call out to him.

“… one request.” His brother rasped out and Hunter leaned forward from where he’d been propped against the wall.

“What was that, Cross?”

“I have one request.” His brother tried again, stronger this time, and Hunter felt himself come fully awake.

Crosshair probably didn’t know it but Hunter couldn’t deny him anything at this moment, even if his brother intended to test his already fragile health doing something he shouldn’t. Still Hunter would let him.

So he listened. And he agreed without question.

A mere fifteen minutes later the Marauder was hurtling through hyperspace and Crosshair was back in his bunk, restfully asleep.

Hunter didn’t know where Barton-4 was or why they were going there but Tech assured him it was an outpost the Empire should have vacated long ago.

What he could never have prepared himself for was the sight of Crosshair hobbling around the abandoned base, carefully picking up equipment – reg buckets – and bending down on unsteady legs to pick up pieces of crates and discarded blaster rifles to stick into the snow outside.

They were all petrified as they watched him work. He clearly needed help as he stumbled around, uncoordinated, but interfering somehow felt wrong, like this was a private moment they shouldn’t intrude upon so they stayed in place, Hunter’s lips pressed into a line as one reg helmet after another were mounted atop impromptu racks. Makeshift graves, a distant part of him realized.

At one point Crosshair dropped a piece of crate with a clatter and Hunter felt himself twitch with the urge to help but Omega was quicker. She ran over to pick up the fallen bar and Hunter saw her eyes mist over when she handed it over to Crosshair.

His vod accepted it, uncharacteristically quiet, before going back to his task.

The last bucket was one they’d found outside on the landing zone, no body in sight next to it, and once it was secured to the bar, Crosshair finally stood back to observe his handiwork, his silhouette looking even smaller under the blanket shielding his form from the cold (he wouldn’t accept anything warmer).

There was something poignant in it. The lee of the hill sheltering the small graveyard and the sun throwing long pointed shadows across the ground. His brother’s first sunset as a free man.

Hunter’s instincts were telling him to leave this place – there were predators lurking in the mountains and reports of raiders hiding nearby but he didn’t dare move from his spot.

Crosshair looked so heartbreakingly small framed by those graves, a lonely and emaciated figure that he wanted to whisk away someplace warm, embrace and comfort, even if he didn’t know what for – none of them knew what had happened here – but he still stood back and waited.

His brother needed this moment and he would have it. Crosshair had never asked for anything in his life – nothing besides a modicum of privacy and the respect of his own personal space – and Hunter would make damn sure he got this. Force knew he deserved it after all he’d been through.

By the time his vod stirred from his vigils, the sun had dipped well below the horizon. They were all surprised when Omega threw her arms around him, squeezing him in a hug, but not as surprised as when their vod returned it, his bony arms coming to rest on her shoulders. Wrecker was the next to move, enveloping them both in his larger frame and Hunter felt the way Tech stiffened next to him, only moving when Echo had padded over to join the group of three with an arm around Crosshair’s shoulders.

When Hunter finally had his entire family safe and sound in his arms, together and whole, he decided he knew what true peace felt like for the first time in his life.

“What were their names?”

“There was Hexx and Veetch and… Mayday. I don’t know the rest.”

“I see. They’re all resting in peace now, vod’ika, thanks to you.”

“Hmm.”

“Was he a good brother?”

“… One of the best.”

[captainpains]

Vigilance (Commander Fox x reader)

Fun for Foxy! Enjoy!

Warnings: gn reader, vigilante reader (but like Carmen Sandiego), swearing, mentions of alcohol and unsavory acts towards women, sexual tension, flirty banter, mentions of terrorism. No beta, we die like clones!

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In the lower levels of Coruscant, where the police and clones are scarce, there is rumored to be a protector.

A vigilante.

Someone who stopped the gangs from killing the civilians. Someone who halted thieves and saved women from drunken aggressors. Someone who insured the safety of the people on the lower levels when no one else cared. Someone who had evacuated the survivors of the power station attack. Someone who always wore a bright red coat.

That someone was you.

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Fox sighed as he looked over the reports on his datapad. Paper work was never ending -- he'd hadn't slept in days. He took a sip of his caf and continued to read the report on the lower levels. The crime rate had dropped, not exponentially but enough for it to be noticable. That would be a good thing on a normal day, however, what made this stand out was the fact that the guard had been absent from the lower levels for a whole month. Fox knew this drop wasn't caused by the police force (maker knows they’re useless). He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on his door. 

"Come in," he said tiredly, taking a sip of caf.

"Sir," the shiny saulted. "This security footage came in this morning. I think it's worth a look."

"Give it here," he ordered. The shiny handed the datapad to him, and with a second sault left back to his duties. 

Fox looked at the datapad. The footage he had was of poor quality, but from what he could tell, it may have solved his mystery. The blurry video showed what he assumed to be a break in, followed by a figure in red stopping them. The person, from what he could see, was human. The video had at least given him a lead. However, when he tried to run a facial scan on the figure in red, the still frame was such poor quality the system didn’t work.

And so started the hunt for the crimson hero.

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Months later, Fox was still working on the case. It was far from his top priority, but his curiosity had been peaked when he saw that first video. Slowly, the mysterious crimson ghost (as the guard called you) began to show up more in security footage. The commander had even managed to pick up a trail, only it proved fruitless in the end. You always managed to evade any attempted capture. 

“Cheer up, vod,” Hound said, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “That Crimson Ghost can’t avoid the guard forever.”

Fox rolled his eyes and went back to staring down at his drink. By some miracle, the rest of the guard had convinced him to join them at 79′s for drinks. He needed a break from the whiny senators. Unfortunately, it didn’t help him relax much. 

“I’m heading back...” Fox muttered as he stood up.

Despite the protest of his friends, he moved through the sea of dancing people and towards the exit of the clone bar. Once outside, Fox took a deep breath, for once appreciating the stale night air. He moved through the small crowd of people. 

Before Fox could reach the platform where taxis were waiting, he got tackled and trampled by a couple of men running away from someone. He managed to stand up just in time to see a red figure fly after the men.

The crimson ghost.

Fox broke out in a sprint chasing after them. He was not a nimble as the red figure, dodging everything that would slow the chase. It was only when the men turned down an alleyway that he had an idea to catch up. He took a shortcut through a store and exited through the back door into the alley. He slowed to a stop and looked around, seeing nothing there, he slowly continued into the alley, pulling his blaster from its hidden place in his civi jacket.

"I have to give it to you, you're persistent," a somewhat husky voice said from above.

He was prepared when you dropped down in front of him, holding his blaster in a way that he could kill you if you tried anything. You took notice of this and raised your hands to be next to your head. Fox looked over your shadowed form, checking for any hidden weapons (or so he told himself).

"And you are very hard to catch," he replied slowly.

"Nice to know that I've been keeping the Coruscant guard on their toes," you replied.

Commander Fox looked at you, a questioning look on his face. You were different than he expected. The blurry security footage of you made it seem like you were so serious, yet you were teasing him with all the mirth of a brother.

"Where are the men you were chasing?" He asked, surveying the alley.

"Have you tried looking up?" You asked back, with a teasing tone.

Fox raised a brow but slowly turned his eyes skyward. He saw the two men tied together, hanging by their feet attached to a pipeline. They were gagged and from the looks of it unconscious.

"Impressive," was all he said as he turned his eyes back towards you.

"I do have a few questions for you, but first and foremost, I'd like to thank you for single-handedly lowering the crime rate in the lower levels. That is no easy feat." He complimented you.

"Why thank you," you smiled, giving a small bow. Fox hated to admit that his heart sped up at the sight. He lowered his blaster and put it back into his jacket.

"Thank you, sir. But I can't take all the credit. A few of your men led me to some criminals a couple of times." You replied, slightly bashful.

It was weird. He hadn't expected a vigilante to be bashful, but it was endearing in a way. It meant that you weren't arrogant at least.

"I would like you to come with me," you looked at him confused when he said that. "I have a proposition for you."

"What kind of proposition?" You asked, intrigued.

"You could be an asset to the guard. I'd like to propose you working more closely with us, help patrol the lower levels," he explained. "We can discuss details."

"You'll have to buy me a drink first, commander," you quipped back.

"That can be arranged."

You looked at him slightly stunned as a shiver went down your spine at his words. You hadn't expected him to respond like that, and especially not in that tone. His voice had dropped several octaves and his tone was so... Sexual. Why did he have to say it like that?

"Oh..." Was all you responded with, dumbly.

Commander Fox simply moved to the side slightly and made a gesture for you to walk ahead of him. Before you left the alleyway, you removed your red coat, showing the commander the satchel that was hidden. You shoved the coat in your bag.

It was a quiet walk back to 79′s. You thanked Fox for holding the door open and went to the bar. Fox lagged behind a bit. When you looked over your shoulder, you saw the commander talking to some other clones from the Corrie guard. One of them slapped him on the back and they were clearly giving him a pep talk.

“Sorry about that," he apologized when walked over.

"That's fine. But I was promised a drink and yet here I am empty handed," you teased.

Fox hummed, leading you to the bar with a hand hovering near your lower back.

"What's your drink of choice?"

"Corellian Rum, please."

The commander nodded, waving his hand to get the attention of the bartender. The bartender nodded his head in acknowledgement before he holding up his finger, signaling to give him a movement. Fox turned back to you, watching as you settled into a barstool.

"Now, what is this proposal you had in mind, commander?" You asked, leaning your head on your hand.

"We need help. We have no presence in the lower levels. We can't keep them all safe." He explained, bluntly.

"And what do you need me to do?"

"You can move more freely than we can. You can also act as an informant, giving us tip offs to help manage my men."

You hummed. It was not an untrue statement. It is hard to predict underworld activity if you have no presence in the lower levels. But what would you get in return for such a deal? It seemed a little one sided.

The bartender finally came over while you were deep in thought. Fox ordered you both a glass of Corellian rum.

"And what is my payment?"

Fox shorted, "This partnership would be a off books. You wouldn't get any money."

"I was not asking about money." You gave a sly grin.

Fox smirked, intrigued. He did expect you to ask for payment. However, he thought you would want credits. But... he was willing to negotiate alternative forms of payment (forms that would be mutually beneficial).

"We can discuss that later," Fox insisted as the bartender placed your drinks in front of you. "Lets drink to making this galaxy safer."

You picked up your drink, "To a new partnership."

"To the Republic."

You both downed your drinks, small smiles on your faces. This was a great start.

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Months after the arrangement was made, you were sitting in Fox's minimal office, discussing the recent removal of a crime lord.

"It doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be that easy," you pointed out to him.

"I know. It's almost suspicious, but we can't look a gift bantha in the mouth," he replied as he finished filing the paperwork.

"But he seemed to go too easily. I've dealt with that syndicate before, and they never went down that easily," you explained, moving to sit down on one of the small velvet chairs that Fox had pillaged from the trash. You threw your legs over the armrest and settled further into the seat.

"Suspicious as it is, he's now under the strongest security that we have. You don't have to worry," he attempted to alleviate your worry.

"Yeah, Crimson, you don't have to worry a hair on your pretty little head," Thire exclaimed as he walked in, datapad in hand. He patted your foot as he walked by.

"I told you not to call me that," you chastised him with a huff.

"Crimson or pretty?" He jokingly asked as he handed the datapad to Fox.

"You know which one I mean."

"Do I really?"

You huffed at him. Thire smiled and left the office. There was a moment of comfortable silence before Fox cleared his throat.

"It's late," he stated plainly.

You hummed in response, not understanding what he meant to imply.

"You should head home," he replied, putting the datapad on the desk.

"I'm fine here," you said, nonchalantly.

"You shouldn't stay up late..."

"Are lecturing me on staying up late? When's the last time you got a good night's sleep?" You fired back, closing your eyes.

"You have-"

"With all due respect commander, if you expect others to follow your lead, you can't be a hypocrite. If you want me to sleep, then you should go to bed, too," you explained, letting your eyes shut. You smiled at the frustrated growl that left his throat. He knew you right.

"Fine... If I call it a night, will you go home," he conceded.

"Yes, but I want you to actually go to sleep. I'll ask Thorn in the morning and if you didn't sleep, I'll stop bringing you caf," you stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards the door.

"I hate you..." Fox muttered.

"You know you love me," you replied coyly.

He knew you were right on that too.

[enigmatist17]

Cassian Andor and Commander Fox would be besties, I will not accept criticism 😎

Cassian almost manages to steal something in the Senate building, but Fox catches him at the last second. They kind of stand off with some furniture between them, and as much as Fox should be angry this man snuck through his forces, he's very impressed. Likewise Cassian can't believe someone caught him, and the object Cassian is after is sitting between them.

"Whats it for?"

"Something to expose Palpatine."

Is he being truthful? Maybe

Is Fox aware he's most likely being lied to? Potentially

"Take it, don't let me catch you again." Fox relents, anyone who wants to stick it to his horrendous boss is a friend.

Cue a few weeks later and Cassian sneaks into Fox's office. Once again the commander is miffed, but when he's offered some caf and the item he had stolen, he is less so. While he may still struggle with how deceptive natborns are (a vod cant lie to Fox, but certain natborns can despite his best efforts), Fox can see a glimmer of a genuine need of...something, and he can appreciate that.

Cassian is not surprised to see Fox has amassed reports of his exploits, some surprising as he's sure he'd never filed those reports, but it doesn't seem to have been done with malice. Fox, despite looking like the many clones Cassian kept himself away from, had an air of protectiveness that lingered underneath the veneer of his military training. He could appreciate such a thing, the man clearly having something to fight for every day he served the corrupt Senate.

Thus starts a friendship that, against all odds should have failed, but ends up being the most important to each man.

I just want them both to have a friend, and I feel like they'd match perfectly 🥰🙏

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior* Bad Batch Edition

Previous Chapter

Tipping Point

The guys help Shep and Phee organize the civilians for the time being and Hunter approaches us under the tree. He crouches down and puts a hand on Omega's cheek "You alright?" She shakes her head but I'm sure he can tell shes just trying to play it off. He looks up at me "We are going to stay and help the rebuild the lower levels. For now, we are going to get the people organized up here before we make a plan." I nod, "Let me know what I can do." He smiles "I think you're doing it." I glance down at both girls who seem to be settling down. We lock eyes "I can't believe you jumped over the wall." I shrug "I'd do anything to keep you all safe and I know you'd do the same for me." He puts a hand on my cheek "Just don't get yourself killed" his tone of voice is harsh like he wants to scold me but the look on his face is soft. Tech calls him over. Putting his forehead against mine for a moment he says "I'll be back." I nod knowing we probably won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

Omega picks her head up "You jumped over the wall?" I chuckle "It wasn't the big wall, just from Shep's place." Lyana looks at me shocked "Mandalorian's are crazy." I shrug "I wasn't about to let you two get stuck out there alone. I didn't really jump...I slid." Omega throws her arms around me "I know I can always count on you." I hug her back giving her a gentle squeeze. She lets go of me, stands up, and composes herself before speaking again "We should help them... I want to help them." A smile spreads across my face and Lyana pops up "I want to help too." "I guess that settles it then" Standing up I brush myself off "We'd better go join the others."

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The plan we came up with - at least for now - was to get everyone whatever they could from their homes. We divided everyone into groups so that one of us could go with about 30 people at one time. With five groups of 30ish people...it took all day. For the most part everyone was able to get enough belongings to make themselves comfortable for the time being. Most of the women helped prepare a meal for the entire village while Omega, Lyana, and I helped grab supplies. At around dusk, I was finally able to sit down. I always prided myself on staying in shape but after going up and down the hundreds of steps all day long....my legs feel like jelly. Needing some space, I wander away from everyone and climb up onto the stone wall, dangling my feet over the edge. The ocean has finally calmed and the animals seem to be coming back out from wherever they were hiding. Looking down below, the image is sad compared to the beautiful one we had last night. The entirety of Lower Pabu is dark, the sight makes me sigh sadly. Echo would have enjoyed this view...I pull up my vambrace and punch in Echo's code. I get no answer but leave a message, "Havoc 4, this is Havoc 6. I hope everything is going well. We're all safe so please don't worry. I just wanted to let you know that we all miss you.....I also kept my promise to you...but I can tell you when we see each other again. Stay safe vod (Brother)."

I sit there alone for quite sometime, breathing in the ocean air. The sounds of boots approaching pulls my attention away from the ocean. Looking over my shoulder, I'm not surprised to see Hunter. He stops next me. "We just can't catch a break, can we?" He sighs "No, but what we did today...it saved everyone living here." I nod and look down between my feet "Maker I really am dini'la (insane)..." He hops up on the edge next to me and looks down. "Ni ceta (I'm sorry), I didn't mean to scare you earlier...I just couldn't imagine losing Omega out there...she sounded so scared..." "Gar shuk meh kyrayc (You're no use dead/said to encourage rest/not literal)" I quirk a brow at his statement "oh so that's all I am to you huh?" I tease. He sighs and shakes his head. Teasing him honestly gives me life, "What's the matter Sarge? Am I too much for you to handle" I wink at him before spinning around and hoping off the wall. I start to walk away but stop and look over my shoulder "If you can't sleep...you know where to find me." With that I head to my hut for the night.

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Just as I'm about to head to bed there's a knock on my door. I smile to myself and bound over to the door. Flinging it open Hunter is standing there, I opt to continue to tease him "Something I can help you with Sarge?" There's a fire behind his eyes and without a word he comes in, shutting the door behind him. He stops only a few inches from me and looks me in the eye. "Do you know what it does to me when you call me that?" His voice is deep and lustful. I can't pull my eyes away from his lips, "What does it do to you...Sarge?" His breath hitches and something primal takes over. He slides his hands over my hips and lifts me off the ground. Wrapping my legs around his core, he kisses me with such passion - I know I'm the only female in the galaxy lucky enough to have this man's full attention.

He carries me to the bedroom, setting me on the bed before straddling me. He hesitates for a second like he's struggling for words, chest heaving, eyes roaming my face like he's waiting for me to protest. His pupils are blown wide - like his senses are working overtime - leaving honey brown halos around them. Knowing that I have this man such a mess in this moment makes me want to savor it. I bite my lip and run my fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath like he's trying to calm himself. "Hunter..." I whisper and he opens his eyes again. Leaning up to meet him, I kiss his neck over his pulse point and I can feel his heart racing. He lets out a soft grunt. Trailing up to his ear I whisper "It's okay." Laying back down on the bed I reach down, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. His eyes wander down stopping for a moment on my tattoo before traveling to the other side where theres a scar from our mining experience. Sliding one hand up from my hip, he runs a thumb over the scar and I flinch - only because the contact sends a current throughout my whole body. His eyes flick up to mine and his expression softens like he might have felt it. I slide my hands up under his shirt and pull it over his head - the wild look returning in his eyes. He peppers kisses from my cheek all he way down my neck, making his way to my chest, between my breasts, and down to my stomach. The action sends me over the edge and I grip he sheets balling them in my fists. He lifts his head with a mischievous smirk before sliding my pants and underwear off before he follows suit with his own. My hands roam his muscular body before he stops me and puts them above my head. "I think you've teased me enough" his deep, husky voice in my hear. Now he's got my full attention and I find myself begging or him. "I need you...fill me..." I practically command him. He quirks a brow "I thought I was the one who gave the orders?" "Please Sarge..." I plead. Hunter wastes no time following orders...

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The light through the small window is what wakes me. I look over to my left see the tangled mess of sheets and him. He's sleeping so peacefully...I don't think I've ever seen him that peaceful... I run my fingers over the tattoo on his face. Without opening his eyes he hums his satisfaction with the contact. I roll myself on top of him and pepper kisses along his neck. He rolls me back over so now he's over me and I giggle. There's a knock on my door "Raven...It's Omega. Have you seen Hunter? He's not in his hut." He sighs and I bit my lip so I don't burst out in laugher. Taking a deep breath I answer "Just a second!" Hunter rolls off me on his back and I climb over him out of bed. "I'm going to shower quick and get my armor around. I'll meet you up there" I say from the door frame. He tosses an arm over his face and grunts.

After getting my full kit on I head to the top, buy'ce (Helmet) under one arm, practically skipping. "What's with you?" Tech asks without looking up from his datapad. "Nothing. I'm just ready to go" I shrug. He gives me a look. "Come one Tech like you really want to know..." "Raven you are like a sister to me...Enough said" he puts a hand up to stop me. Wrecker, Hunter, and Omega join us. "Alright so what's the plan?" Omega asks. "We could work our way up. The less damaged homes will take less time to fix, so it might be easier to end with them" I offer my opinion. "By my calculations, with everyone helping we should be able to repair the damage completely in 20-30 rotations." We all look to Hunter to give the final say. He nods "Alright. Let's get to work."

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In 10 few short rotations we were able to get the first level of Pabu back to it's former glory - also with a few advancements thanks to Tech. Wrecker is out fishing on the dock to help replenish the food supply, while Hunter and I are helping unload some cargo. I heard back from Echo the other day and he said he needed help and would be stoping by. We were all very much looking forward to seeing him. "This friend of yours who's stopping by, he's another clone?" Shep asks Hunter. "Yeah, but don't worry. He's not with the Empire." "If you trust him, that's enough for me." Wrecker approaches with a large fish on his shoulder, "The new fishing dock's been rebuilt and moored. And I caught some dinner!" He laughs. I smile "You've been busy." "You got that right!" Lyana and a few of the others come up "Hey Wrecker. Can we get your help? We're fortifying the sea wall." Wrecker puts the fish down before bounding after them "Sure thing, boss"

Shep smiles "He's become an integral part of this community...you all have. Any chance you've reconsidered staying permanently?" Shep asks us. The question makes me sad...Hunter and I had many discussions over it and he just doesn't feel like we can stay here without putting what they have at risk. "For soldiers, putting down roots is an occupational hazard." He tells Shep. "Is that all you are? A soldier?" He asks gesturing at me and likely hinting about Omega. Hunter glances at me sadly. I sigh and step away from the conversation, sitting on a crate. I myself am torn because I understand where Hunter is coming from. Not only that, there is a galaxy out there that needs people like us...we kinda knew this was too good to be true but it was a nice break...Hunter and I spent many late nights and early mornings together...Omega and I have been working on her Mando'a and other Mandalorian traditions. She seems to really enjoy it and I'm happy to teach someone. She's also been working with Tech...on flying...The Marauder soars overhead and I smile to myself, imaging Tech white knuckling the copilot's chair. I offered to trade with him every so often but he insisted on being the one to teach her...I left it alone. The look on his face is still worth seeing...I comm them "How's it going up there Tech?" "Thanks to my excellent instruction, and ability to think clearly in stressful situations, She is indeed improving." He sounds stressed which causes me to burst into a fit of laugher, drawing the attention of Shep, Hunter, and the others around me. I watch as the Marauder comes back into view and is positioned in preparation for what Omega and I have dubbed "The Tech Turn" which is what he would describe as 'a sharp swing with a zero thruster pull' but The Tech Turn has a cooler ring to it.

My comm link goes off "Havoc-4 this is Havoc-5...do you copy?" I jump up with excitement and race to the landing pad. Both the Marauder and another ship have just landed and are dropping their ramps. Omega races out of the Marauder with Tech behind her and I see Echo emerge from the other ship. Echo laughs and looks around "You weren't kidding...this place is remote." Omega and I take turns hugging Echo. "I'm surprised you're not on Ord Mantell with Cid" he continues. I laugh nervously "Well...we've been—" Tech cuts me off "Reevaluating things. You mentioned needing some assistance with data decryption." Leave it to Tech to get right down to business... Echo hands him a data chip "This is what's left of the files I recovered from an Imperial shuttle. It was transporting clone prisoners, and we need to know where and why." This news makes me sad, "You all deserve so much better..." Echo gives me a sad smile and throws an arm over my shoulder. "On a better topic...tell me about Hunter..."

Making our way down to our huts I fill Echo in on everything that's been going on. He laughs at some of my stories and is over all happy to hear how things have gone in his absence. When we get to the huts, Hunter is there waiting. Echo shakes his hand and looks between him and I, "I hear you two have been busy." Hunter quirks a brow at me and I shrug. No I didn't tell Echo the dirty details....but he's not stupid... we get him something to eat while Tech gets is working on the decryption.

Hunter and Echo catch up, while Wrecker chases Omega and Lyanna around the tree on the landing pad. I stand next to Shep and we watch. Waiting for the opportune moment, I race the opposite way around the tree and scoop Omega up, tossing her over my shoulder. She lets out a loud squeal and I laugh.

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Echo and I walk around the perimeter of the landing zone and catch up. "You all plan to stay here indefinitely?" He asks. I stop and watch as Raven races around the tree and scoops a squealing Omega up. I sigh "We...haven't decided yet but, to be honest....it might be the best thing for us." Echo follows my gaze, "You love her don't you." I don't say anything, just watch them for a moment. "Yeah...I suppose I do..." I finally admit sighing, before changing the subject "What about you? What have you been up to?" His facial expression changes to a more serious one "Rex and I have built up a small network of clones. Some are in hiding, underground. Others act as our contacts within the Empire." Now I'm starting to worry for his sake "Echo, you've seen the power you're up against. You can't defeat them." "It's not about that. It's about fighting for our brothers." I sigh again, "I understand why you're doing this but....when will it be enough?" My comm link beeps and I answer "Hunter, I decrypted the data. You need to get back to the ship."

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Hunter and Echo came to grab us saying Tech had decrypted the files and wanted us back at the ship. Inside we all gather around to hear what he's found, "The Imperial transport Echo highjacked was assigned to the Advanced Science Division."Hunter crosses his arms "Never heard of it." "That is because it is a clandestine operation. There are no records on its location or its purpose. All I could find on it was the chief scientist in charge, Dr. Royce Hemlock. An officer expelled from the Republic science corps due to unorthodox experiments" Tech continues. My stomach drops and a wave of nausea hits me like a brick wall...Hunter gives me a funny look and places a hand on my back. "Why were they sending clone prisoners to him?" Omega asks sadly. Tech sighs "I don't know, but it gets worse. Previous transfer records recovered from the ships logs list other clone prisoners detained by the Advanced Science Division...and Crosshair is one of them." We are all shocked by this news "You mean Crosshair turned on the Empire? After he turned on you?" I ask. Hunter lets go of me and clenches his fists "How sure are you about this?" I've haven't seen him so deadly serious since the first time we met. My stomach is doing flips. "Very. After discovering his clone number on the transfer register, I checked and found a recent distress message sent from Crosshair's old code" Tech explains further. "What did it say?" Omega asks him. "Plan 88. The Seeker. We are being targeted. I believe he is warning us." Swallowing hard I speak up "Or...it's a trap..." I feel bad for even having the thought but based on what they've told me about him...it wouldn't be the first time. Hunter glances at me and I can tell by the solemn look on his face he was thinking the same thing. Wrecker grunts "We'll, how do we find out?"

Next Chapter

[drewbacca2]

Starkiller Saga

44 BBY Chapter two part seven

A trip to Kashyyyk

It's been six months since I've seen the hooded figure with the orange lightsaber. I've heard from Bar Lar that he's been messing with the gangs of this area. Or at least someone with his description, lightsaber included. I've been training my force power and my body these last six months in preparation for this fight I've been sensing. He hasn't been messing with Gungan Cargo. Good, but strange. Maybe he doesn't see them as a threat? Or is it something else? Anyway, I've done ten jobs for Gungan Cargo. Giving me a total of 100k and accumulatively 75k for my crew. I get the feeling that I'm needed somewhere… and as soon as I feel that I'm getting a call on my helmet. I answer it and I hear a Wookiee yelling in my ear. Well not yelling per se, but she's just a loud Wookiee when she's excited. "Grandson Grozchal! How have you been?" I say "Hey… Grandmother… I don't know how to tell you this… but- "Don't worry kid. I already felt him return to the trees… I felt all of them. I've met Bendak and your mother before you were found by your father. How did they die? If it's too hard to repeat I understand." "No, it's alright." I recount what happened. Sparing her the details of the war. "I need you to come see me." She says. "Um… not to be disrespectful… but why?" "Have you forgotten life day yesterday? Not to mention your birthday is in three days!" "Well… I'll have to see if I'm not busy today…" "I know you're in the area Grozchal. Your power has gotten stronger and better to where it's not so easy to ignore. I hope to see you soon, Grandson. Bye bye now." And before I can respond she hangs up.

I take my helmet off and go to look behind me to see if Meris is awake and- *Chop* "When were you planning on telling me you not only have a Grandmother, but your birthday is in three days?" I say "I didn't even know she saw me as her grandson. And… Well, I haven't celebrated my birthday since I was eight." "Well you better tell everyone we'll be leaving soon." She says."Right" I reply. I put my armor on and I speak over the intercom. "Alright everyone. We'll be leaving soon for a few days. But we'll come back though. Just want to pay a short visit to my grandmother. I leave the Raven to talk to Bar Lar. "Ah, there's one of my favorite Mandalorians! We unfortunately don't have any jobs for you today. Not only have you taken care of our last problem last week, nobody is needing anything done because they're busy celebrating the aftermath of life day. But is there anything I can do for you?" "Actually yes, could you reserve this landing pad for me? I should only be gone for a few days at max." "I'll see what I can do." He says "Thanks Bar Lar." "Anytime Grozchal." I walk up the loading ramp and as it's closing I turn on the intercom. "Fire up the engines Fixer. We're ready to head out." "Aye aye captain." And not long after she says that we're up in the air. I go to the cockpit and I teach Fixer and Tech how to use the weapons. Unfortunately Karrstag is too big to use the main two gunner seats. But he can use the anti personnel cannon. So I teach him to use that. "hyperspace coordinates locked for Kashyyyk. 3 2 1." She pulls the lever and we go into hyperspace. When we drop out of hyperspace I get a call from that same Wookiee. "I knew you'd come! I'm not ready with some things. Land here and I'll meet you there."

She gives me coordinates and I have Fixer follow them. We come to a wooden landing pad and I see her meditating on the floor in front of it. "You wanna come with me, vod?" He nods and Meris says "I'm coming with you. I want to meet the rest of your family." I say, "ok no problem." We walk down the ramp and she says with her eyes closed "Greetings my Grandson-" she looks up and looks past me to Karrstag and starts to tear up. "He looks like your father." "He does?" "When were you born?" She asks. "In three days, forty years ago. Why?" He says. Her eyes widened. "I knew of a Wookiee that was born forty years ago. I was going to pay him a visit but he disappeared five years ago. His mother died during childbirth. I was going to see if the rumors were true." "What rumors?" Karrstag asked. "That is if my son Karrstag had a child before he left for the Galaxy at large." Tears start to soak into her fur. "Look at him Grozchal! Does he not look exactly like your father?!" I look at him and I see it! "You're right! I don't know how I didn't see it before." "Maybe your eyes refused to let you see because of the pain of losing him." "Heh… we've been calling each other brother this entire time. While in reality we actually are." "I suppose now's a good time as any to ask." I cock my head to the left. "What do you mean?" Karrstag says. "So… I've been thinking… a lot, and I want to be a Mandalorian. If you don't-" I interrupt him with "Don't worry about how I feel about it, because I'm as happy as a loth cat getting fed and getting belly rubs at the same time! But think about what you want. It's a lifestyle, It's a culture, and a religion. There are some rules to being a Mandalorian. In no particular order, but all equally important. They consist of wearing the armor, speaking the language, defending oneself and family, raising your children as Mandalorians, contributing to the clan's welfare, and when called upon by the Mand'alor, rallying to their cause. I'll make you some armor out of durasteel. I hope we can get some Beskar and find a Beskar smith." He smiles and looks as happy as a Wookiee can get! Oh no… he hugs me and I'm dead. Never underestimate a happy Wookiee's hug. He puts me down and I then ask our grandmother what she wanted to show me. She points to the bowl in front of her and says "Sit, I have something to teach you." I then sit like she is. She says "I'm going to teach you healing. You need at least some medical knowledge. How much do you have?" I reply "I know the anatomy of every race in the Galaxy. And I'm not kidding." "I know you're not. This is good news. That means you can use this ability to its fullest potential. So, I need you to tap into the force." I do, and I wait for her instructions. "Now, do not pour too much of your essence into the target. Otherwise you may pour too much and die. You must also picture the flesh mending, the bone shaping, and the blood flowing correctly if you are to use this correctly. Now…" she grabs a ritual dagger and slits her wrist. "Dew it. You may want to hurry. I can only lose so much blood." I then reach out and I close it quickly. "I knew you would have! I think you're a prodigy Grozchal!" I rub the back of my neck. "I wouldn't go that far, but… "Oh you, always so modest. We need to go to the Shadowlands anyway. I think your present is ready. No spoilers!"

[anonymous-dentist]

If it counts for anything, I’m no stranger to anxiety and stress and burnout. I have anxiety disorders, I know some ways to help manage anxiety and stress.

These won’t work for everyone, but here’s what I’ve been told by doctors I’ve been to, and here’s what I’ve figured out by myself over my life:

Cold water will shock your body, so cold showers or even a splash of cold water on your face will take your mind off of the Bad for even just a moment

Find ways to try and distract yourself. I personally exercise in the mornings to shake off the Morning Bad, and I like cooking my own meals to distract myself from the Waiting Bad

Exercise itself has been shown to release stress. There are plenty of exercise routines for people of all body types and abilities. Personally, I do that Ring Fit game, but I also take walks around the neighborhood, play with my family’s dogs, clean the house. There are exercise videos all over the place online, even for exercises you can do while sitting if you aren’t able to stand for long periods of time

Go outside. Even if you’re just going out to sit on your porch, that’s fresh air and sunlight. And sunlight is important! Getting 10 minutes of sunlight a day actually helps you sleep! Seeing nature will remind you of what really matters: yourself, and the world around you

Cry. Crying isn’t embarrassing! It’s important! If you feel like you need to cry, go somewhere private and just cry. Same goes for screaming, though I recommend screaming into a pillow if only for your ears’ sakes

Try and get into a relaxing hobby of some kind. It’s easier to take out your stress doing those than you’d think. Like, if you bake like I do, it’s really satisfying to punch the shit out of your bread dough.

This goes double for if you find a podcast or a long video to distract your brain with while you’re doing your relaxing hobby. My sister crochets very angrily and she catches up on Vinesauce vods as she does so

If you’re having trouble sleeping because of anxiety, legit what you need to do is just tire yourself out. If you aren’t asleep after 20 minutes, get out of bed and do something until you’re tired again. Eventually, your brain will just. Shut off.

But if that’s a bit too hard, which it sometimes can be!, sometimes all you need is something to fill your brain with that isn’t your own thoughts. White noise is great for that, or brown noise, or classical music, or just anything that brings you comfort. When I have bad anxiety spells, I can’t sleep unless I have something filling the back of my brain up

If you can find these affordably, weighted blankets and sleep eye masks are GREAT! My weighted blanket is about 25 pounds and, after being put on it by my old therapist, I’ve legit gotten better sleep than I have in my life. I got my eye mask from 5 Below, but they can easily be ordered online

Coloring!!! It might sound stupid, but there’s a reason why there are so many adult coloring books on the market rn. It’s just relaxing. Put on some music and color if you’re having a Bad Moment

Get a journal or a self care app or a something you can vent in and think in and release your thoughts into. I have a physical journal, and I have this self care app called Finch that’s completely free and gives you a little bird to take care of in exchange for you doing things like taking meds, eating breakfast, or even just getting out of bed.

Take comfort in familiar things. They’re comforting for a reason. Just make sure they aren’t related to the thing that’s giving you anxiety, that’s counterproductive

And, most importantly:

Have a support network you can talk to when it’s Bad-Bad. Your family, your personal friends. People you know IRL. Actual therapists if you can afford them. A support group. Nobody you don’t absolutely 100% trust. Support groups are vital. Even if it’s just one person to start with, that’s one more person besides yourself to hear you think, and they can usually help sort your brain out

I hope at least some of these ideas can help. There are thousands of anxiety-relieving tips online, and there are even more in books at your local library.

It’ll get better. Anxiety, despite what you may feel like right now, is not a forever thing. It’s terrifying, but it’s also just as temporary as any other thought process. It comes and goes, but it is not eternal.

My heart goes out to every single member of the Quackity Studios team, both former and current, that have had their lives ruined due to the negligent and abusive behavior of their higher-ups. I’m heartbroken for you both as a fellow creative and as a human being with a goddamn moral backbone. The lack of respect I’ve seen accounts of over the past several weeks appalls me, and that’s what this whole thing boils down to. Respect.

Respect has not been given to Quackity Studios employees. No communication, no professionalism. Working conditions that are illegal in several countries. Lack of accountability and action. The employees deserve better than to have their hard work and their passion and love for the project wasted working for people who just don’t seem to give a damn.

If there are any Quackity Studios employees following me who haven’t spoken out of fear or because of that freaky bogus NDA, just know that it will get better. You are all massively talented individuals and you WILL get that big break you’ve been waiting for, I just know it!!

There isn’t much the rest of us can do but support the admins during this time, but I wish you all the best in the world. You are worth so much more than what you have gotten, and your minds are beautiful. Don’t let the burnout and stress get to you. For this, just like everything else, is just a moment in time. It’ll be better soon, and we’ll all be supporting you until soon happens.

[iamshay]

Hi I know I have been afk

I have been super busy with life. And try to maintain the apartment i live in.

a lot has happened. I will make post 2 about the first post that is pinned. More leak emails and people's names. screenshot how phony people can be nowadays. It's time the kick community knew and you guys knew about these narcissistic people. scroll down for the post. this post will be pinned. I need to transfer it all back to my pc. Cuz I had been collecting a lot prior to my harassment. I also might repost the picture. Also, time let people know how those people this girl mention to me their names I never mention these two individuals botting besides Zovo.

her own words now she going around lying about my name and now the same girl lying saying igypc air her ass out. but time air igypc too since she so caught own her ego high horse.

a little comment about this. more talk about it in the post.

Lauren plays a two-part side of the story to show her true color. The fact she blocks people try to silence them because she cants handle being called out. Now she lies to her simps the people to help them get boosted and botted. I got it all. She deletes all her vods cuz she knows people will be watching her old vods when i enter her chat. also, I have posted a screenshot of how I met her first time. i was already an affiliate now she taking credit for me. cuz bitch gave me some shout-out when they unfollow me right away anyways. I gain my 200 following all again by myself. by networking. I was on kick before any of them. All i did just networking. This girl is literally phony. check my Twitter. She got very nervous cuz i was talking with kick community that we all can just need report thoes titties stream coming to kick try break rules and twerk for subs. She now crying about cuz they remove it. i saw her phony ass tweet nonesess about how people work hard for their check mark but reality i know the truth how her friends group people got it cuz they dick riding kick staff and boosting them up and they getting couched. she had problem with social before i start having problem with her. She is fake she all talk how social is childish how whole community sick of him. ITs funny cuz that time i was friend with him. she was tell me all kind stuff after my fall out with social i have reason be mad and feel type throwds him. But fact i also dm her on discord said when did u become friend with him. when reality i know cuz she was all about talking shit about him. what was her reason that she was talking bad about him. NOTHING. i had good reason vent to her about them cuz they done me wrong.

her reason is that social said that girl twerking and licking mic should be recommended. girl bye.

More clear stuff will come with another post. i will post it all my card. i got lots on them they got nothing on me beside my dms. that i vented and talk among about view botting my own opinions. I never harassed them like they did. cut social and rest people out cuz i notice stuff didn't add up. The fact lidsy herself even said social was dm people vouching for get verified. unless she has not deleted that vod. since liars love hide shit. they delete prove. When i just been leaking my own whole dms. Cuz i got nothing to hide. They do.

Just ask yourself how come they deleted vods and stuff. and going to staff to delete and not verified me cuz they feel butthurt cuz i have called them out. this fat bitch think she gave me affliate when reality is i talk to kevin i got it enable it way before it hit fucking 75 follower on kick cuz there was something wrong with my vods and kevin unless he start lie for them too. she trying take credit just cuz she shout me out. SHE never help me at all. all i been doing since day one i made my account been networking with people. I am master at networking and talking to people. connect with people. Not just kick.. Twitch, trovo, youtube, etc.. This girl use race each time when stuff arent going her way. laurenshayla all of them i called out. They all have same simp that in their leader fact they are flex on sub gift is cringe and tag trainwreck but when other do it they attacking them.

That all i have to say for now. TRUST all screenshots i got will be posted. even from kick. You know how narcissism operate

I am busy now. i can't post it now. I am working on some IRL stuff projects art. I took a bit of break time to write this.

Just saying!!