#its rex isn't it

[viviraptor-art]

who needs therapy when you can draw your fav ship being uncharacteristically cute with each other?

[transformer-hardlyknowher]

saw that asks are open, Soundwave! opinions on Shockwave? and where did you get your sparklings Rumble and Frenzy, also have a #1 dad mug since you have so many kids. :)

The cassettes and Soundwave have a complicated relationship.

Shockwave and Soundwave on the other hand? A very simple relationship, neither care much for the other.

[guideaus]

ooh, they're a little tragic. i dont like their built up romance, but i like that them and kate got scenes talking about how they feel about doing all this. the fact they leave cecil, but rex still views him doing all this as the only thing giving him worth. just like how kate seems to have a sunk cost fallacy mentality abt working, she's already died so much so if she quit apparently all those deaths would be meaningless, rex just thinks he can't have better, rae wants more.

[rexcake]

Open your heart to the possibility of soft butch Wally Darling

[alicepao13]

Well, it's like I knew. Not hard to guess, really.

Gather round, Citytv (for this exercise we are pretending that they want to learn) and Hudson and Rex folks, because I'm about to tell you what you need to show in a season premiere. Now, you may think that because I've never done tv in my life I'm not qualified to give that advice, but as an audience I've consumed tons of it, and sadly for you, 90% of it were crime shows. And since I don't see anyone from either Citytv or Hudson and Rex knowing what you need to show in a premiere either (like, in any season), let me be the one to tell you.

DO:

Have action packed episodes. Chases, runs, car chases, fires, shootings, terrorists (in St. John's? Well, people are crazy), general mayhem and chaos. It's a crime show. I mean, I don't expect them to happen all at the same time, but from what I saw in the season promo, some of these do happen in later episodes. Were there any shots from the premiere included in the season promo, by the way? Because that was actually action packed.

Have your characters display emotions! Which also makes your actors show that they are indeed actors. These are the kind of episodes that make me reconsider my entire stance on AI.

Set up a season arc. Plant tidbits that will lead somewhere eventually. Revolutionary idea, I know.

Show character bonds. It doesn't have to be Charah. Charlie's "Here comes the team" or something like that is followed by an episode of how much not like a team they operate. Singular and isolated. Absurd. And while in the final scene, they seem to be all boarding the ship, in the end we only see Charlie and Rex in the shot?

DO NOT:

Make the episode a "Visit Newfoundland" spot. No one cares to see that in the season premiere. It's a nice place and if I could throw that much money on a single trip, I'd be there in an instant, but put it somewhere other than the premiere that we've been expecting for more than five months.

Make your episode vastly different from what the rest of the season is going to be like. Unless this is meant to warn me that we're going to spend the rest of the season on a boat searching for missing people. That's a general issue with this show's premiere episodes, and I'm struggling to understand why they do it. It sets up false expectations for the entire season.

Neglect your characters in the first fucking episode of the season. I think the whales had more sreentime than Sarah. Also, I'd love to know what happened to Karma, although understandably, that wasn't an episode where you had to involved a coroner.

Now, I'm unsure of this, so I apologize if I'm wrong, but I think they even used shots of Charlie from S3 for the shots where he comes out of the water. If you have him wearing the diver suit, have him dive. If he doesn't want to dive or the water is like five degrees, don't replace that with old shots. Just do something different.

Anyway, I feel that while a lot of things they did fell flat, that doesn't really discourage me from watching the rest of the season because they've always pulled this kind of shit in the premiere. In a show like Hudson and Rex, you just have to weigh the good and bad episodes in the end and only from that you can conclude whether it was a good or bad season. They are all single episodes after all, it's not like you can judge whether an arc is good or bad because there's usually no arc.

Biggest win: I spent a bit of time whining about it, so I'll just say that Charlie's hair is fine. For now lol. I still don't get what the hell they did to him in the promo photos. Citytv, I've got a few upscalers and editing software to recommend to you.

[yuelun]

This young man displayed the true prowess of alchemy to all, bringing with him a massive corpus of wisdom that even the Sumeru Akademiya did not possess. "The universe is heaven reversed, and the earth is a dream lost to time. This is dust, the most basic form of complex life." As if to provide evidence for this claim, Albedo lifted the burnt ash of the flower that once grew atop a Dendro Slime's head. Seconds later, a Cecilia sprouted forth from the ash in his hand. "And this… is new birth." (Albedo: Character Story)

When I've been wrecking my brain over whether or not Genshin draws the correlation between dust and ashes, and I happen to look into Albedo because of his tie (we can... call it that) to alchemy, and even the art of Khemia specifically which is the much more ancient form of it, and there it is. Now excuse me as I go ramble in my tags a little incoherently...

[pandadrake]

World-building is the support, not the substitute, for making gnarly shit happen in your story.

your dark fantasy novel doesn't need a logic-based magic system it needs a bear with a human face

[sobbingscripter]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][aged up][attempted breakup][fingering][no penetration][squirting][female orgasm][established relationship][semi public][tester][to that anon who said they feel like a widow, i hope you enjoy it][finger sucking][implied face fuck][pussy sucking][oral (f! receiving)]

"I wanna break up."

"No you don't."

Rex dismisses you easily, hands readjusting the grip on the weight he holds just above his chest, continuing to lift and lower.

Maybe you should've picked a better time.

Like a time when you're not forced to watch sweat trickle down the delves of his carved muscles, when he's not grunting quiet numbers out and when his bun is perfctly tight, instead of being as lazy as it is now. But you're already here and you shift your weight from foot to foot, gaze lowered to where your sneakers scuff at the foam padded floor.

"Yes I do." You interject, taking another step closer and you watch as Rex's brows crease into a frown, before he carefully sets the weights back into place, and you catch a glance towards the bar.

Holy fuck, its your bodyweight on each side.

Rex sits up, elbows braced on his knees and the muscles of his thighs stretch and bunch beneath his shorts, and he leans forward, slumped. Gingery strands fall over his brows, and he doesn't bother to push the hair back, simply staring at you from beneath furrowed brows.

"Why?" Rex questions. "I didn't cheat this time."

"The fact that you feel the need to add 'this time', is incredibly alarming. And secondly, cheating isn't the only thing that leads to relationships ending." You state and you take steps towards Rex, before planting yourself on the spot next to him, your hand moving to rest on his knee, manicured nails tracing along one of the scars there, feeling the smooth, pink scar tissue beneath the pad of your finger.

"Well, I wouldn't know." Rex shrugs. "All of my relationships end because I cheated which, by the way, I'm not doing."

"This one isn't ending because you cheat—" "Because this one isn't ending."

Rex interrupts you unapologetically, dipping his head just enough to press a lingering kiss on your cheek, before resting back on the bench, muscular hands wrapping around the gripping spots of the bar. And he lowers it back down to his chest, and you get to watch the muscles ripple beneath his tawny skin.

"Rex—"

"Babe." His voice is stern, watching you from the corner of his narrowing eyes. "I didn't cheat, I didn't forget your birthday because it's on my homescreen and I'm not—"

Rex takes a breath, emerald pools fluttering shut and his nostrils flare just a moment as he tries to centre himself.

"Why do you wanna break up?" Rex questions, his voice even.

"I just...—" You purse your lips. "—I don't think you're serious about us, which is fine, per say but—"

"You're full of shit." Rex interrupts, letting out a heavy breath before setting the weight back. "How the fuck am I not serious?"

And you run your tongue along the top row of your teeth, before looking towards Rex. His eyes are just a bit darker, olive tones hidden beneath the iris in shades of annoyance. And you let out a heavy breath.

"Lower your tone."

"Yes, ma'am."

You watch the way his lips quirk, full lips curving into a grin that has his tongue resting at his canine, eyes glancing over you so... Inappropriately.

"We're breaking up, don't be weird." You huff, arms folding across your chest and Rex hums so sweetly, tossing a muscular and heavy arm over your shoulders, the scent of musky sweat and cologne fills your nose.

"We're not breaking up." Rex stares at you, head tilting and a playful smile playing on his lips, dimples deepening in his cheeks.

"I'm gonna let you talk about your feelings, and I'm gonna respect your feelings. And I'm gonna take your constructive criticism to heart, before I make you feel better." Rex lists out his words very sweetly, sweaty fingers readjusting the pretty pendant around your neck, readjusting to hide the clasp at the nape of your neck, the pendant just above the valley of your breasts.

And you let out a scoff.

"That's not what's gonna happen."

🦋𓈒⋆⑅˚₊୨🏵️୧₊˚⑅⋆𓈒🦋

That's exactly what happened.

Rex keeps your thighs spread obscenely wide, full lips wrapped around your clit and giving your gentle little sucks, juniper pools locked on the way your face screws up. Brows knitting and lips parting into that pretty and pouty 'o' shape.

Slick trickles down his chin, soaking the neckline of his snowy compression shirt, thumbs tracing circles into the supple flesh of your inner thighs.

He spreads your folds delicately, broad tongue gathering the sweet slick before he spits it back at your clit, the swollen nub peeking out between velvety curtains and Rex groans softly.

"S'fuckin' wet, baby." Rex croons, brows pinching into a delighted frown as he drags his tongue through all the crevices he finds, lapping at your cunt with needy abandon.

"Tell me about your feelings." He whispers softly. "...m'payin' attention."

"I feel... ah-uhm... I feel —so good—.." Your toes curl, your nails digging into the bench beneath you, the leathes creeking beneath you as slick makes the fabric so shiny.

And Rex groans.

"Mhm, tell me more."

He goads you, one forearm tucked in the crook behind your knees, keeping your thighs pushed to your chest as his free hand palms and paws at your fleshy thighs.

And thick fingers push into your gooey cunt, and you let out a high pitched sound.

"You gonna come?" Rex coos, eyes locked on your glossy cunt, puffy lips wrapped around his pumping fingers, calloused pads pressing against that spongy spot that makes your head tipped back, stars dotting the backs of your eyelids and your toes curl and flex.

Rex can feel the spasm of you around his fingers, the squelchy sounds ring out in the quietness of the gym, only accompanied by panted breaths and your whimpers.

"Uh—...mmmf ..— uh huh." You whine meekly and Rex coos.

He feels your walls flutter, cunt leaking copious amounts of slick, pooling below you.

And he begins to fuck his fingers into you with abandon.

And your mind melts with how his fingers poke, prod and pound into that sensitive patch of nerves and you're coming around his fingers.

And you're not stopping.

"Tell me what I wanna hear, princess, tell me, baby." Rex huffs, moving to sit right behind your head, guiding your head to rest against his crotch, thickly corded thighs one either side of your head. Muscles flexing and his hard, leaking cock pressing against the elegant slope of your neck.

The heel of his palm grinds against your oversensitive clit, ringed pointer and pinky pointed downwards and two fingers fuck you with abandon. The squelch is lewd and the sound of your blood rushing fills your ears.

"I— fuck, Rex— I- 'm full of shit. 'm so full of it." You whine, nails digging and leaving scratches along the carved muscle of his thighs.

"I'm full of shit and-and-and—!"

Your toes curl when that wire in your belly snaps, Rex's hand moves to cover your mouth, stifling the scream that rips from your throat, a surge of slick soaking his palm.

And your body goes limp.

And Rex's hand rubs over your cunt, spreading the glossy sheen acoss your flushed and puffy lips.

"You still wanna break up?"

"....no."

Your voice is meek, lashes fluttering and eyes teary as Rex trails his fingers along your pulsing slit, before pushing three fingers into you. Your belly dips inward and your brain turns to mush when he starts dragging his fingers along your walls in deep, slow strokes. And you feel the way his hand pulls away, lipgloss spread on his palm and he pushes two fingers into your mouth, watching the way your lips wrap around his fingers.

Your sounds are muffled, panted breaths leaving your nose and your eyes begin to tear as you look up at him through your lashes, pupils blown wide and cunt quivering.

"You gonna say you're sorry for hurting my feelings?" Rex speaks so softly, thumb brushing along the softness of your cheek and you nod your head, feeling as he shifts off the edge, gently tugging you towards the edge.

He guides you until your head's upside down, your head hanging off the edge.

"Don't be a fucking asshole and use your teeth like last time."

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[issybee06]

May I request poly relationship with Mark x reader x rex? Maybe the reader is also a superhero just like them?

Both? Both!

Rex x reader x Mark

I’ve never written for poly so this is going to be an experiment for all of us!

If you want smut, please request smut! I'll be happy to do a pt 2 if you want smut

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Im just telling you all, both of them DONT know how to share. Like, come on, only child Mark Grayson v. Rex who grew up in government care? When they both found out they both wanted you, they wanted to claw each other’s throats out with spoons.

In the very beginning, it was only built on opportunities to one-up the other. Who's gonna help you with training? Who's cooking dinner with you? Who's gonna patch you up? They were fighting over everything.

But for you…? They compromise.

They still are competing, of course, but they both understand that you are there for both of them.

“Hellooooo gorgeous.” Rex pops up behind you, giving you a wet audible kiss on the cheek. You groan before giggling, wiping it away, making Mark who was across the counter from you tighten his grip on the poor carton of milk until it almost popped.

He didn't get it, Rex was notoriously know for being a dick in relationships, why would you even play with the idea of being with Rex when Mark was sooooo much better.

He was just glad you haven't accepted Rexs flirting, playing it off as Rex being Rex. He was a better choice, he would treat you right, the way you should be. He just hadn't built up enough courage to actually ask you out yet.

Rex was draped over you, blabbing and curling your pretty hair around his finger. It was like Rex already owned you, like the cat and mouse game was already won.

Mark stood up angrily and left the room, making Rex smirk, and stomped down the hall.

He needed to hit something.

“You are really bad at hiding things superboy…”

Punch

“Like seriously man, whats with you and going after my prtners? First Eve now-”

Punch

Punch

Crack

“…(Y/n) not your partner.” Mark bit out, huffing as he analysis the crack in the wall where the punching bag hit it a little too hard.

“Not yet, I'm working on it. You can't rush art.”

Mark wanted to kill him.

“(y/n) not some…some…fucking-! UGH! You can't just treat people like shit dude!” Mark stalked over to him, getting in his smirking face-WHY THE FUCK WAS HE STILL SMIRKING?!”

“Ohhhh you like like them… that's cute Mark, super cute. It's like you slapped “Inexperienced Virgin!” on your forehead and started reciting love poems.”

Mark huffed in his face, red from anger and embarrassment, “the fuck does that mean?”

“It meansssss you're out of your league bro. this isn't elementary school, and crying and getting a hissy fit over this isn't gonna make (Y/n) want you. Its sad.”

Mark's eye twitched, and he swallowed down his anger. He knew he wasn't as experienced as Rex or you were, you being a 2 year college student already and Rex being…well, Rex. Mark had barely had a make-out session, if you could call it that.

He blushed, turning back to continue hitting the punching bag.

“(Y/n) deserves better then you.”

“Probably,” he smirked, “but I don't see them taken, so…”

He shrugged, walking away, “ill send you an invite to the wedding~”

Mark was going to kill him.

You were a nerd, of course you were, and Rex wanted to jump out a window when he saw you and Mark laughing and talking about science dog…? Séance…? Who the fuck know.

One hand on his knee as you lean over, pointing to a panel innocently, and Rex is ready to blow up the living room just to get you away from pretty boy Grayson. Like seriously, why would you like Mark who hasn't even seen a boob in real life since he was a baby?!

Rex huffs into his mug, pouting as your heavenly giggle sounds and echoes in his brain like a church chior, only for it to sound like nails on a chalkboard when Mark peaks over his shoulder and smugly looks at Rex.

The little shit.

He might just have to stage a disappearance, Nolan and Debbie would get over their son being gone eventually, he just needed Mark fucking away from you.

Like seriously, couldn’t Mark just be happy with Eve? She liked him, can’t he just fucking dip and screw her?! Why is he here, are Guardians HQ, HE DOESNT EVEN FUCKING LIVE HERE!

Rex might just break the handle of the mug off and thrust it into his eye socket if he hears Marks shitty flirting one more time.

“Okay, pretty boy, you earned a point.”

“Point? The fuck-”

Rex glared, watching him bench-press the weight of a ducking tank like it was as light as a pillow, “yeah, we're tied now.”

Mark grunts, and locks the machine to sit up, “I didn't know this was a competition.”

Rex crosses his arms, scoffing as Mark wipes his sweaty face with a towel, “of fucking course its a competition, Space ranger, we both want her-”

“Exactly.” Mark cuts him off, ears pink. He huffs, dark eyes turning to Rex. He sighed, running a hand through his inky strands before tugging, “its painfully obvious we both want her…”

“Yeah…and? Its not like we can shareeeohhhhh. Oh. Oh.” and Rex begins to connect the dots, of course pretty boy Grayson swung both ways…

He smirks, thinking before walking over and sitting on the bench next to him.

“I think we can come to a sort of an agreement, Grayson.”

“You guys…want to share me?”

They were in your room, both boys nodding and eyes staring at you as the pout.

“Hey, the other plan was to fight yo the death so-”

“No, no…no. No need…i guess we could try it out?”

Rex is the first one on you, grabbing your face and slamming his lips on your and making you squeek.

“Fuck…I've wanted to do that since we first met.”

Mark blushes, out if his element as he watches two of the hottest people he's ever met make out sloppily. He swallows, not knowing what to do, were to put his hands.

He's debating on just coming back later until you break the kiss with Rex and tug him down to slot his lips on yours.

He tenses, eyes wide, but than relaxes and moans softly into your lips as his hand rises to your cheek.

Rex grins, latching his mouth to your neck. You gasp, Mark whimpers and chases your lips before grabbing both sides of your face and forcing his tounge down your throat.

Hands reaches and pops the button of your jean before bullying his hand into your pants, Rexs hand, and your brain turns off.

You shuttered, head falling to Marks shoulder as Rex begins to work you, Mark mumbling sweet things in your ear as his hands move under your shirt.

Fuck what people say, Two is definitely better than one.

[midnightshindig]

Rex x female reader using the following prompt:

"You're losing blood" no I know exactly where it is. The floor. Don't ever underestimate me.

Reader has a crush on Rex and doesn’t like seeing him hurt after battles but doesn’t want him to know she has feelings for him

Rex Splode X F!Reader

I LOVE this prompt, he's a cocky bitch and he knows it

thank you for the request!!

uh fair warning I was watching a LOT of Tenchi Muyo Universe before this so the romance is very anime, sorry

hcs under the cut

Rex is reckless and you know it

It's the biggest sticking point in your friendship with him

Well... friendship isn't the best definition for it.

Rex shamelessly flirts with you, and little does he know, but you have real feelings for him

but cmon, this is Rex we're talking about, he doesn't do real feelings.

He's just a fuckboy, and you can't stomach the idea of having to experience that side of Rex

So you grit your teeth with his joking pickup lines and patch him up when he comes home from a fight battered and bruised

you're the healer of your group, your powers exclusively functioning as a way to regenerate bodily self-healing functions

You tend to stay on the outskirts of battle, or behind at HQ if the threat proves to be something you could die interacting with

So when, one day, Rex comes home from a fight for the Declaration of Independence, bruised and bleeding fucking everywhere, you can't help but be frustrated

"Gah- Rex!!" You stood up from the couch rapidly, as Rex entered the lounge, getting his blood all over the floor "In the infirmiry, NOW. You're losing blood-"

"Iii Know EXACTLY where my blood is-" Rex slurred, holding his stomach together with his arm "Ittssssson the floor-!" He held up a pointed finger in contempt "Don't ever underestimate me, bittch---" he slurred harder, and you had to goad him into the infirmity

"Damnit Rex do not do this to me right now-" despite your angry words, a tone of care belied it all

"Cmonnnnnn, I'm not worried-got a pretty nurseta patch meup!" he grinned, his bloody teeth shining under the harsh light of your makeshift infirmity

"Gad... Damnit... Cmere-" You put your hands over him, a warm glow emitting as his body rapidly stitched itself together "why do you do this?" you asked, frustration lacing your voice

"do what?" Rex asked, his speech more articulate as you healed him "My job?"

You yanked your hands back, the pain returning to his body

"Yes, Rex! Why are you so fucking reckless? You could DIE. You're not like Eve or Mark or even Rudy- you can't just fly away when the fight gets too much. A building could fall on you and I can't heal the dead!"

Rex stared at you for a minute before folding his arms "Y/n I'm a superhero, it's all I came. It's super cute you're so worried about me, but I'm fine."

"No you're not!! If it weren't for me you'd be bleeding out in the den right now!"

"It's a good thing I'm all yours, then. Isn't it?" He was trying to play down the situation with a cocky grin, but all it did was piss you off more

"and would you stop hitting on me? You don't think I realize what you're doing? I get that you flirt with me and its funny or whatever-" You groaned, holding a hand to your forehead "but I've seen how you treat the people you hook up with, and how you treat the people who really love you."

you sucked in a breath, turning away from him "So while I'm healing you, just drop it, you dick."

Rex didn't understand why you were being so touchy, sitting up painfully to rest a palm on your shoulder

"Hey.... are you.... are you like okay?" He asked cautiously, tilting his head

You flinched at his touch, before sighing and releasing all the tension in your shoulders.

You flopped back next to him on the hospital bed, exasperated with trying to hold your emotions together and giving in

"I like you, Rex. Like a lot. And I don't know what to do with that."

"Oh." Rex looked down at you, blinking as he processed "That's... that's whats up."

You rolled your eyes at him, sitting him with your legs off the side of the bed

"Yeah, and it's like... really hard to keep it together when you come back to beat up. Bulletproof and Rudy and Amanda are all so much less bruised than you are, and it scares the shit out of me." Your tone was almost dull, like you gave up and were just getting it all off your chest

"and I know you treat women horribly- or at least you did? You like... turned a new leaf after getting shot in the head, and I don't know what that spells for me, or how you feel about me." You looked back at him, stern faced "But you can't keep teasing me like this. I can't handle it."

Rex rubbed the back of his neck, contemplating the best course of action

"I mean... I'm not teasing you, Y/n. You know that."

"I actually don't know that."

Rex's eyes widened "Oh. Well yeah, no, I'm not teasing you. I'm just- ugh... fuck. I don't know. I didn't want to be a dick and try and rush you, cuz you're important and keep me alive and I care about you."

"So.... now what? What does that mean? You like me?" You droned on, still viewing Rex as playing with you and being dishonest

Rex groaned "God you're not getting this-" He grabbed your hand and held it to his heart, it was beating rapid-fire as the warm glow of your ability eased the pain of his wounds

"I like you too, Y/n. And not like you're just hot and cool-- and you are-- but I mean I want to go out with you! Like normal people!"

Your face flushed as his heart beat quicker with every passing minute

"Oh... that's cool" you gave a wobbly smile, the heat in your face unbearable

"That's cool?" Rex laughed, the tension easing in the room

"Nooooo- Rex you know what I mean!!" You laughed back, shaking him by the arm a little

He cried out in pain

"Oh, sorry, right, healing, yeah." You pushed him gently back onto the hospital bed, laying your hands over him "Sorry ^^"

Rex looked up at you with a smile "I'm going to be more careful on missions, on one condition."

"shoot"

"You let me take you out."

Your eyes widened and your hands tensed "Uhm- yeah, i'd like that."

"Then I'll be more careful."

"Thank you"

A sweet moment of silence passed as you continued to heal him, the two of you sharing a smile

[kraftykelpie]

Originally a concept from "after the war" where Cody and Obi-Wan are discussing their long-term future goals, but it fits @codywancomfort as well!

I wrote fanfic in the tags so I had to rewrite it all here, below the cut! <3

“I've been thinking about what you said-” Cody makes an inquisitive noise in response, his eyes shut in bliss, rubbing circles into Obi-Wan's hip, his other hand playing with russet strands “-about children.”

Cody's eyes shoot open and his left hand stops in its motions, albeit briefly.

“I thought I wanted to take on another Padawan after Anakin, but I wonder if that emptiness was something I hadn't felt since Korkie, and-” he takes a breath. “- I miss that. I missed that with Korkie. That growth, watching that life form and become something of your own to watch grow into a fully recognized being of their own right.”

Cody takes a deep breath to avoid accidentally inhaling too sharply and choking on spit. He did that once after Obi-Wan winked at him on the bridge of the Negotiator. It was embarrassing.

He looks imploringly at Obi-Wan, letting Obi-Wan take his time getting his thoughts out. Cody doesn't need to add anything, Obi-Wan already knows about his ruminations about little cadets and wanting to raise one, no need to beat crumpled clankers about it.

“Darling, if you'll have me-”

He's cut off my Cody, honest to Karl, giggling and pulling Obi-Wan close. He buries his head in the crook of Obi-Wan's shoulder, while muffled, going,

“It'd be more strategically sound if we got married first though, don't y’think?” He presses a kiss into Obi-Wan's shoulder. Obi-Wan chuckles at the phrasing as Cody moves to sit up.

It's spur of the moment, really. Anakin won't be pleased with his former master exchanging mandalorian marriage vows post-coitus; though Anakin isn't really allowed to judge is he? He got secretly married and didn't invite his master, so fair's fair, really.

The vows had been a long time coming, and it was a wonder that they hadn't said them sooner. Though, the ongoings of a Republic changed by war and internal corruption had made it difficult to get married, between one half of the pair working hard with the Jedi Order to try and restructure systems that should have been in place a long-time ago, and the other off championing Vodé rights delegations alongside Rex (who's leading the charge).

Now's as good a time as any.

Obi-Wan smiles up at Cody, and dryly posits “ suppose we should make it official before we go announcing pregnancies, hm?”

Cody, lit by the artificial Sun of Coruscant, looks down at Obi-Wan with all the reverence and heartfelt adoration of a patron to their god.

“That'd be a good idea”.

[elixrr]

“I might be in love with you.”

How they realized they were in love.

ft. Xiao, Wanderer

Xiao：

When you held him amidst his karma.

The most interesting part of the tale? You weren't there. But he saw you. Even through the fights with himself and the surrounding darkness, he saw you— the way your sleeves fell loose on your shoulders, the way your feet glided along a garden of lilies and the way the silk and linen of your clothes weaved around your body. Even when he felt his body shatter in vigorous pain, Xiao saw the luminous glow of the moonlight reflecting off of your skin. The scenery of the dark, star-filled sky with the vibrant glaze lilies surrounding you had crafted such a beautiful picture in Xiao's head that, when he snapped back to reality, he could no longer feel the hurt. There was simply you. He couldn't see you, but he thought of you, and, even with his loyalty to Rex Lapis, he still smiled, thanking you for saving him from his karmic outburst.

But, wait a minute.

You weren't even there? How did you save him? Xiao pondered back on the image he created in his mind. It definitely wasn't something he saw, and it definitely isn't something happening now. It is night, but it is far too dark. The vibrancy of the moonlight is not present, and the bright, shining stars are instead clouded by fog and translucent mist. He definitely couldn't picture you outside right now, especially at this hour.

Hold on. What if you really were out? He is on Wuwang Hill, so of course it's foggy. What if it was brighter for you? What if the moonlight found its way to you instead?

What if that vision of you was real?

Without a second thought or consideration for his duties, he teleported to the balcony of Wangshu Inn, where he could have the possibility of seeing you, and indeed, he did see you. He teleported to a tree that stood by you, leaning on it. The remaining pain of the karma seemed to whisk away, yet his heart beat hastened. Something about how you brushed your finger against the bulb of a sweet flower made him smile.

“Xiao?” You whispered, and he swore he could feel the sun rioting the moon and rising amidst the darkness of the night.

“You called?”

“Oh!” You nearly jumped out of your skin. “That was unexpected. You actually came!”

“Of course I did. I made a promise to you, and I will honor it.”

A smile fell upon your face, and Xiao froze in place.

“Especially because it's me, I presume?”

“Wh—” Roses blossomed on his cheeks, and his heart exploded into petals.

“I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to walk home with me? I haven't seen you in a while, so maybe we could catch up?”

“Uh–m, I— Sure. That would be... Quite nice.”

“Oh, wow, you actually said yes!” You cheered, and Xiao's eyes glistened. It was perfect, this moment, because the clouds dispersed, and the stars and moon finally found themselves visible, shining through the clouds. You've conquered the spotlight tonight, and you've conquered Xiao's world, even if he couldn't tell.

But, you extended your hand to Xiao. This was just like his illustration of you from earlier, but he was now included. The moonlight reflected on your skin, your clothes weaved magically across your body, and surrounding the two of you were a field of flowers.

Xiao, without much thinking, grasped your hand tight, and you held it, too.

He felt a bloom in his heart, and the world around him brightened. Even as you were talking, he couldn’t pay attention to a word you said. You were graceful, and he felt the strangeness in the way your fingers interlocked with his.

You weren't holding him, really, but you held him somehow. In fact, you stole him away from the old world he lived in, introducing him to something new, something unique.

And in that moment, somewhere in the combination of his mind and heart swelled, sweeping in to tell him and make him realize that he was in love.

That he was in love with you.

Wanderer：

When you fell ill for the sake of him.

Kuni remembers it. His birthday came soon, and because it never snowed in Sumeru, the flowers still found themselves vibrant. Though, something in him found you to be more colorful and much more appealing to look at than a few colored petals and a stem, yet he could never bring himself to admit it; his pride would shatter and you would become giddy, and— if there was finally a heart to replace his hollow body— he would feel a twinge in his chest and an ache in the hollow shell of himself. Kuni figures that, because he has no heart, he is therefore heartless, meaning that this twinge in his chest can not be love like Nahida had suggested time and time again. Rather, this ache symbolized a feel of annoyance. After all, if he did have a heart, how would he be able to mercilessly kill so many people and commit so many sins?

Yet, he would catch you again and again, plucking the most beautiful, rare, and exotic flowers in Sumeru. Many of which were far too dangerous to even obtain, and that was something he realized far too late. He trusted you slightly. Actually, he didn't trust you. Kuni trusted Tighnari because you have consulted the expert many times about the flowers you picked.

But, one day, you fell ill. It wasn't due to the flowers or anything similar, but due to the weather. Kuni had been coincidentally passing by for a research project, and he stumbled upon you by a hillside, unconscious, bleeding, and sickly. You were lucky enough to forget your basket of flowers, meaning you hadn't lost any of your previously collected ones, but you were still quite unlucky. It was pouring, and atop a hill was a beautiful kalpalata lotus flower. It wasn't a terrible walk, except you were sick, and you ended up slipping and falling to what could've been your doom.

The moment Kuni saw you, he paid no mind to the flowers, nor did he care at all about his research. He needed to help you, and he, as quickly as he could, flew you over to Gandharva Ville, where he almost screamed for forest rangers to come and help you.

As you laid on the bed unconscious, Kuni stayed with you. He never left your side once.

And then you woke up.

“...What?” The pain in your head wrung from side to side, front and back. Your nose was significantly stuffier. Kuni, happy and terrified, immediately rushed over to you.

“Idiot! What were you doing out there?” He yelled, holding back the urge to punch himself for not finding you sooner, “You could've died from that sort'a height!”

“Sir, please, lower your voice. Y/N's healing process could falter if you don't shut up.” Tighnari hissed, and the two glared at each other.

“Fine, sorry. But still, what were you thinking? My birthday or whatever isn't that big a deal, and it's really not worth your damn life.” Kuni sat down on the stool next to the bed, and you looked down at the provided blankets.

“I mean, I'm not dead,” you conjure up a smile and hold in a cough, “but yeah. That was sort of stupid, but it would've been worth it if I did get you the flower.”

“What? You're mentally insane.”

“I could be.”

“That's— That's so stupid!” Why do all of that... for me? Kuni feels his chest ache again.

“Oh, it was. But hey, I'm really stupid when it comes to you.”

“What?” Kuni's eyes furrow, and Tighnari almost slams his head into the desk after hearing that.

“I mean that I'm literally stupid for you. Why else would I leave and get flowers when it's raining and when I'm sick?”

Something clicks in Kuni's head. He saw some of his peers in class talk about this phrase and suddenly connect it to some girl who was in love with a guy and...

Wait.

“I'm leaving. I'll be back— you'd better be conscious!”

“I can't guarantee that, but I'll try.”

Kuni leaves the room, frustrated. Nahida has said that he likes you, his peers have said the same thing, and maybe...

“I'm literally stupid for you.”

“That idiot..” He smiles, looking through the window to see you talking to Tighnari, who appears to be scolding you for being so careless with your health. Kuni holds in a chuckle and turns around. His ache resurfaces in his chest, and he grips the part of his top that covers his 'heart'.

Maybe, just maybe—

“I'm making a bouqet for you on your birthday!”

—maybe he is in love with you.

y/n's real name is robloxnation3000 /j

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

hii can you write about bale!bruce being an ass guy and just constantly grabbing and squeezing your ass whenever you’re on his lap and especially during sex, he would be doing all that and slapping it a lot? thank you sm i hope this isn’t too weird to ask!! 😭🫶

That's not too weird at all!! 🩷

This isn't exactly what you asked for, but the horny part of my brain took over, and there was no stopping it lol

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Sweet as a Peach 🍑

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Okay, but imagine this...

You're laying on your bed, turned on your stomach while reading a book or looking through your phone. It's late already, only the faint glow of the lamp on your bedside table illuminating the room.

Your legs are bare, as your usual sleep attire consisted of a top of some sort short and a pair of panties. Sleep is tugging at your limbs, your eyelids begin to droop, and your head feels heavy.

In comes Bruce, your husband, dressed in a pair of pajama pants and, fortunately for you, no shirt. He takes a moment to admire your form.

The curve of your back and your shoulders, your hips that look so soft and comfortable to grab and your legs, moving around a bit as you adjust your position.

And then, his favorite part. Your ass that looks like it was crafted by the gods. At least in his eyes. It's so perfect. He can't find a single flaw. It fades into your thighs so nicely, and the shimmering stretch marks accentuate its form even better.

Next thing he knows, he's staring at your behind with dilated pupils and a slack jaw. He's itching to take a handful, wanting to feel the supple flesh spill between his fingers. Bruce steps closer, the mattress dipping under his weight.

The tips of his fingers ghost over the curve of your ass, making a shiver run up your spine. You giggle, knowing exactly what's about to happen. As ridiculous as it sounds, Bruce was almost hypnotized, completely focused on your rear. His feather light touches turn into a gentle kneading of the fat, to digging his hands into the flesh.

You wiggle your hips from side to side with a cheeky smile, watching as he shot you a look before his lips were pressed to the backs of your thighs, trailing sloppy kisses up your leg. The soft hum that falls from your lips turns into a gasp when Bruce nips at your cheek, soothing it with a soft kiss.

He sucks hickeys and gently bites at your ass and thighs, covering them in various blooming shades of purple and blue. You could swear he spent hours worshipping your behind to his heart's content.

He hums against your skin, running his tongue up the inside of your thigh, nudging your legs to open wider. Bruce gently rubs his hands over the many marks, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder before he settles back into his favorite place.

He noses the gusset of your underwear, making you instinctively arch your back, which in turn makes a wicked grin spread over his face.

He ended up eating you out until the sun rose, reveling in the beautiful sounds you made and how your body reacted to his tongue running along the seam of your cunt.

Whenever your hips would flinch away from his mouth, he'd deliver firm spanks to your ass, scolding you for interrupting his meal. He's obsessed. Your thighs clenched around his head, his cheek resting agaisnt your rear as he lazily licked and flicked his tongue over your clit.

He made you come undone so many times that you had to fend him off with a stick by the end.

Bruce loves to use your ass as a pillow. He'll collapse on top of you and use your cheeks as cloudy head support while he knocks out for a good few hours. Mainly after patrol.

Because where you see your ass, Bruce sees two perfectly good clouds to take a nap on.

<3

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I hope it was satisfactory nonetheless!!

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(Lmk if you want to be added! Currently writing for Bale!Bruce, Jason Todd and Dick Grayson!)

[calamitaswrath]

Man, playing X Definitive Edition really reminds me of how much I love the women in this game, and just generally how they get handled.

That Elma is this person who everyone looks up to and looks to for guidance, even the leadership of NLA. That she is somebody who always prefers diplomacy and a peaceful solution over just immediately fighting someone, but is still perfectly fine with fighting if it can't be avoided. That, sure, she's pretty and some characters remark on that, but that these mentions are so extremely sparse that it barely comes up. That she's allowed to be wrong in her approach to things (chapter 11), but it doesn't invalidate her approach in general. She basically fills a role similar to Dunban in 1 for the story, and does so while being more important than he is to that game's story.

That Lin just gets to be this little teenage gremlin who says and does silly things that are appropriate for her age, but also grows as a person over the course of the story and gets to be more compassionate and understanding to the people around her. That she as an asian-american young teenage girl gets to fill the role that in other Xenoblade games get filled by white(-ish? These are Japanese games, after all) teenage guys like Shulk, Rex or Noah. That she is allowed to have her own moments of weakness and being emotional, and have them be just about her, and not how those affect other characters.

That even though Irina is one of the main story party members, she is still the leader of her own team, and noted to be one of the best. That even though her whole dynamic with Gwin looks like it is set up in such a way that he eventually gets to swoop in and be there for her as a protector/partner that never actually happens, and she is never even implied to reciprocate his feelings and clearly has some of her own for Elma. That she is allowed to have her moments of anger, but not have them be treated like a major issue.

That Murderess is allowed to be a character who's morally gray at best. That she does have her moments and bits of being nicer than she lets one, but how it doesn't override who she is. And that her attitude isn't something that needs to be "fixed" or ends up getting "fixed" at the end of her story.

That Hope is a character who is all caring and nurturing to others, and even though she is taken advantage of because of that, that also doesn't mean that she needs to change who she is.

That Alexa gets to be this super energetic Skell fanatic and that her lack of interest in romance isn't something that needs "fixing". That she actually stands out in the cast in that while everyone has a personal tragedy in their past that they are working to overcome, the life-changing events that she went through instead gave her a positive new outlook on life, something to to live for.

That Celica has all the look of a "soft" fantasy princess, but still is fierce in her resolve to not have Rock fight, going even so far as to go against her own principles and fight herself.

That Mia may be a mostly comic relief character, but that she still has her own depths and outlook on life, and that her whole sidequest chain still ends up with her growing as a person before becoming playable.

And while I have only seen the basic recruitment missions for Neilnail and Liesel, they seem to be just as good as the others, so I no worries that they are going to be bad compared to the others.

As much as I like Xenoblade 1 and 3, I still think that X handled its women the best. And all this while not tangling up any of them in a romance subplot!

[orangez3st]

Requested by @neverrrrrrrmind Hi Zest! I'm so glad you finally opened up fic requests because I have one I think you'll enjoy (cue L. Rex lol). Rex x reader (your pick. m/f/gn!) talking stage, third date, but it's karking awkward because Rex just isn't used to how forward the reader is. Thanks!

Had A Feeling That I Belonged

Captain Rex × GN!Reader 

✧ Summary: Your third date with Rex finally goes somewhere.

✧ Tags & Warnings: fluff, very soft, words of affirmation, first kiss, awkward(ish) third date per request (or more like on the way to said date), talking stage, L Rex, this turns sweet real quick, i mean it when i said this is soft, there's a surprise cameo in the beginning lol

✧ Word Count: 4.5k

✧ A/N: The ask was gone -_- but fortunately I screenshot it! And it's been a while since I wrote Rex 😮. Thank you for the request, vod—this was fun to write and I hope you like it! Listen mate I've never had talking stages because I've been dating my own friends, so apologies if this one's not coming out as one (and I never had awkward dates ever and I feel like this is kinda self-insert).

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𝑯𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆

— Fast Car - Tracy Chapman [X]

Rex looks around the platform. The area of the front gates to the GAR Headquarters compound are packed with fellow brothers on shore leave—some still either fully-kitted or half, some others adorning their sharp grey leave attire already. And tonight, he's one of the latter. His captain rank insignia and black boots polished, Rex clutches his hat close, the heat spots on his skin emitting Midnight Gauntlet that permeates the air around him and close.

The shuttle that carried him here along with other troopers from Force knows what battalion lets out a zuungg noise as it zips back its path, returning to its nation inside the establishment.

Coruscanti sun is merely inches away from kissing the unseen, skyscraper-covered horizon, and it's just like you've said in your messages before you tossed your entire bucket list in his face; Means more time for us!

“Rex?”

The 501st officer turns to the direction of the voice calling his name. His dark eyebrows rise nearly to his hairline as his attention focuses on another clone. Sick haircut that became the natborn GAR barber’s pride and glory and joy, teal markings on white plastoid and entirely on captain's single pauldron.

“Howzer,” Rex says, lips splitting into a wide smile. “Good to see you, ner vod.”

“And you,” Howzer grins, patting Rex in the back a couple of times as they trade a brief embrace in greeting. Before pulling away, Howzer sniffs. “Damn vod, you smell too good for a busy legion captain.”

Rex lets out a laugh. “What can I say? It's shore leave.”

“Yeah but I don't see your men anywhere near you.” Howzer rests his fists against his hips as he scans the vicinity. His warm amber eyes that mirror Rex's own return to him, scanning him up and down with curiosity. Then, it clicks. Broad grin, eyes sparking with mirth. “You sly son of a gundark. You going on a date?”

“Heh. You're probably the last one to know.”

“Am not. Unlike you, I read the group chat. Cody blasted about your first date gone awry. And I’m off-world. Some of us are stationed out there, y'know.”

Rex visibly grimaces at the mention of the first date with you. Something that involved him falling asleep on you in the movie theater because he didn't say the action genre bores him. Cody got agents (read: Boil and Waxer) to spy on him like the unbearable ori’vod he is. Hence why the group chat knows. It was a loud and repetitive talk across the week. Rex had to sleep under his own bed hoping to shut the life outside away. It was like his entire quarters could swallow him alive.

“Ah, uh, well…”

Howzer barks a laugh. “Udesii, vod. Absolutely no need to be embarrassed! You've never dated before—it’s fair! It's okay!”

Rex gives him a look. “Did you get that from Cody too?”

“Cody is a reliable source of intel. 100% true, never go wrong. And I like to keep up with the gossip.”

Rex sighs, glancing momentarily at the start of the pickup zone. Still no signs of you, yet. You said you'd pick him up. That's okay—he’ll wait. “So,” he begins, “What are you doing here? Quarterly report?”

“Yeah.” Howzer straightens up a little. “But I wish I could just do this monthly. Ryloth could be unbearable with the weather. I miss Coruscant.”

“Nobody ever said that. Except the patriotic enthusiasts.”

“Whatever, Rex.” Howzer nudges him. “It's the closest thing we could call home after Kamino—oh, would you look at that.”

A sleek sports speeder zips along the lane in the faraway distance, dark windshield catching the remaining sunlight just right and just beautiful. Engine throttling like a beast's vicious growl and music to your ears, you floor it, low to the surface, making all the taxi cabs pale in comparison to your ride and all the clones in the platform gawk at your nearing vehicle.

Rex bites his inner lip, his cheeks heating up. He didn't expect you'd be flashy like this. He knows you own this particular speeder, but he didn't expect you're taking it out for this date. And making a show too. You're blasting confidence—that’s what he exactly likes about you.

And that he's basically showing off he's got quite a partner. That's always a win for him.

The speeder parks just right in front of them, tinted windows staring back almost menacingly. Once it rolls down though, your favorite Huttese heavy metal band—the one with the guttural vocals—blasts through the sound systems with a satisfying amount of bass, your sunglasses-clad face smug and glowing in the dark interior of the car.

You nod in greeting. “Gentlemen.”

Howzer slaps Rex's shoulder while he's grinning at you. “Welcome to Grand Army Lost and Found. Looking for this particular guy right here?” He shakes the other captain who's already sporting a scowl on his face.

You laugh, already growing easy with another presence of clones. The unfamiliar clone is a captain too—you clock his single pauldron. Much like Rex, yet on the other side. “Yeah, he wandered off,” you indulge, taking your glasses and turning the music off altogether. Silence envelops your speeder except for the running engine. You smile up at Rex. “Hey, you. Hope I'm not too late?”

The blond captain shrugs one shoulder, seemingly annoyed that the other guy didn't get it at all. “No,” he tries to smile, “Don't worry about it.”

You grin. “Well hop on then, Captain.”

As Rex ducks in and makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat, Howzer leans down to the window's level, whistling as he scans the speeder interior. “Sweet ride.”

You subtly point at him. “Sweet haircut.”

Howzer flashes a grin, jabbing a thumb at Rex. “Unlike this loser right here.”

Rex lets out a laugh. A defeated one. The one that sounds like You're lucky I respect you as captain to captain, brother. If you'd been Cody, however…

A touch to his arm. He turns to look at your hand landing on his bicep, your thumb rubbing to ease some comfort in him—to ground him. You gimmick a huff. “Fortunately for me I like my men with buzz cuts just fine, Captain…?”

“Howzer,” the teal-marked captain says, “Have a good one, guys. Do I need to leave the you hurt him and we're all coming for you threat per tradition?”

You bark a laugh. “Do you want to? I've had enough of it from the entire command batch.”

Howzer waves you off, flashing one last smile. “Yeah, no need then.” Before leaning away from the window, he pats Rex once on the shoulder. “Take care, ner vod. See ya ‘round.”

“You too.”

Howzer backs away, offering a lazy two-finger salute, his confident gait bringing him to another section of the platform that docked the shuttle to Command Center. Rex lets out a big sigh. While he doesn't mind the other brothers meeting you, he hates the way he puts his guard too much up, as if he doesn't trust either you and his brothers. Kriff. He needs to be better at that.

The tinted window rolls up, jostling him out of his thoughts. He doesn't even realize he's been zoning out, only to be startled when you lay your hand on his, your touch warm and your frown concerned.

“Hey,” you lean into his space, “You feeling okay today?”

The sunlight sparks in your eyes, Rex notices, making it glow with a certain glint of beauty that he hasn't been unable to stop staring into since day one. He tries to smile again. “M’fine. Thanks for asking.”

You take a good look at him, your little smile lopsided. “I don't know,” you say, “You don't seem fine. Was that guy a bit too much?”

“No, he's just like that. I respect him. You know, captain to captain.”

“You're saying he's much cooler.”

“...well, kind of.”

“Cooler than you.”

Rex watches you. But what is he even looking for? Is he jealous?

Your hand remains where it is. His hand remains where it is. Unmoving. He lets you. And he's feeling stupid for not turning it over so your palm meets his, so he can hold your hand. He hasn't found that kind of courage yet. Maybe soon.

“Look, Rex,” you begin, “Only because he's got that sick jaw scar and even sicker haircut doesn't mean I'm fawning all over him.”

The tense in his shoulders melts away. Yeah definitely jealous, he can almost hear Wolffe sneering at him. “I mean I understand if you adore him at first sight,” he says.

“Did you hear yourself?” you scoff, “Why am I even agreeing on a third date then? I could just toss you out and drag him in instead if I wanna take the other guy out. I want you.”

You freeze. Rex freezes.

Huh. Same braincell.

Rex mentally banishes away certainly inappropriate images of you and dropkicks them into the void before it could take form. “Uh, go again?”

You stammer. “Kriff, I mean…” Is it too late to shriek at your own stupidity? “I want this date. With you. You're great. I mean, you're okay. You're…”

“You're great,” Rex firmly declares, the smile on his lips now soft and genuine, “We’re… fit together. Last two dates were great, and I wanted more.” Fierfek, not again. “Dates. More dates. Definitely more dates.”

There's a pause before you both burst out laughing. “We haven't even gone through this one! And, well.” You settle back to your seat. “Do tell me if you want something more.”

It is at that moment that Rex knows he wants to crawl into the darkest hole he can find in your speeder and hide there till the next morning.

You giggle at his practically flaming cheeks. “Stars Rex, you're adorable.”

He chooses his usual out; a single, awkward, slightly dismissive laugh—a plain and light ha ha ha that somehow makes your smile grow even wider. You're enjoying this and he knows. “Would you stop?”

“I don't think so,” you smugly reply, bringing your speeder back up toward the nearest skylane and away from the military compound. “Hey. Seatbelts.”

“Oh shoot, right. Sorry.” Rex scrambles to get it on. “I don't mind music, anyway.”

You acknowledge with a hum, setting the volume low first so you can hear each other talking before turning your systems on again. After a banter on current mood on genre, you let Rex choose a relaxing acoustic album for the evening. Maybe you should set some ground rules for this. Odd number of dates is his decision, even number yours. Yeah, that'd work.

“So um,” Rex starts, staring out the window and watching other speeders zip by, “What's the plan for today?”

You smile. You're happy he's on board with your tendency to wing it—your bucket list is merely formality, a place to write stuff down so you can roulette it at a later date. And not like he knows exactly what activities should be done—he’s never gone out with anyone else before. You're his first, ever, and that's something. It makes you feel… honored.

Rex is a skilled front-line soldier. A clone. Clones intrigue you as opposed to make you feel disgusted. They're humans, so what? They're the same. They deserve to have fun and have relationships. And you're glad your position puts you able to provide Rex with whatever he wants—to make him happy, in a civilian way. Winning the war makes a fulfilled soldier, but fascinating niches in the society and hobbies and outings make a person happy.

“What's your mood today?” you ask instead, glancing at him once in a while, “A sit-and-talk dinner, or bulldozing through a crowd of people for street food?”

Rex raises his eyebrows at you. “We're gonna do dinner again?”

“If you want. And it was lunch, not dinner,” you chuckle, referring to your second date—Corellian buckwheat noodles. You hum, tapping your fingers against the wheel. “Or we can do a mall date, if you want? Grab a bite, get some pearl milk drink that you like, window shopping? I'm all in. I just want the quality time with you, Rex.”

Swear to Force, your straightforwardness always breaks through his tough guard. Maybe he's not as strong as he thought when he agreed to give you a chance. “Me too.” He can feel himself smiling, already thinking about spending time with you, uninterrupted, until curfew. “That actually sounds good.”

“Yeah?” you flash him a grin, “I can think of one perfect for that. I hope you don't mind walking a lot ‘cause it's gigantic. And it's half an hour drive away.”

“Whoa. Okay.”

You hum, setting your nav and swerving to another lane. Coruscant Prime has begun to set after all, a quarter top of it still peeking through the horizon before fully sinking in approximately one minute. The sky has drawn the darkest color of blue and night like blinds, fading inward to a set of pink and orange toward the sun. Realization settles in Rex that he's never really quite seen Coruscanti sunset before, yet sunsets in other planets are absolutely up to debate, no thanks to the skyscrapers.

“How’s work been this week?” Rex decides to ask.

“Oh well, nothing interesting. Meeting here, meeting there. Signing here. Cutting ribbons there. Smiling here, shaking hands there,” you tell him, “Same old stuff that a company heir would do.”

And… well, that's it. He hasn't figured out how in the galaxy you ended up interested in a guy like him. A clone. There's doubts, for sure, every time he stares at himself in the mirror every morning before reaching for his toothbrush. What do you find in him? And in every other moment, he just feels like… this may be good for his part. Beneficial. You've got connections, every single one of them wide, and are interplanetary.

Not that he'd use that, but who knows if the place where he came from needs that kind of intelligence? Only if you allow it, though. You may be open-minded to nearly everything he proposes since you've been welcoming to a new perspective toward life—a perspective from a war soldier himself—but asking for your favor, that kind of favor, must require second, third, tenth thoughts. And that makes him uncomfortable that you'd thought of him that way.

You look comfortable enough with this version of him; a laid back 12-hour-off-duty army captain that indulges you and would follow wherever you take him. Rex isn't sure you'd be comfortable with the other guy; a duty-centric army captain who feels much safer under blaster fire rather than in lavish social situations and lives on strategy and five-cream-two-sugars caf and whatever Skywalker's newest shit is every other day.

“Rex,” you call, not looking away from the traffic in front of you, “You're zoning out again.”

“S-sorry.” He mentally hits himself. “Just thinking.”

“Are you tired? We can hang out somewhere else closer so you can hit the bed early.”

Rex chuckles. “I always hit the bed early.”

“Yeah, that's bizarre of you. But good too. Circadian rhythm and all that.”

“Exactly.”

Silence.

“Um,” you hesitate, glancing over at him, one hand hovering over the nav, “So? Change course?”

“No! No, no need. I'm good,” Rex hurriedly says, gently putting your hand down, “Still up for that mall date. I'm sorry.”

You sigh. Either in relief or exasperation, Rex feels his heart sink anyway, and he hates that feeling. “Okay. Mall it is.”

“I'm really sorry,” Rex tries again, willing to see your smug smile again. He looks down at your hand, still underneath his, and dares himself to gently take it in his. “I’m just… not used to this.”

You let out a chuckle and intertwine your joined fingers together. “Rex, I understand. That's why these dates are for.” His stomach warms again at your reassurance. “You’re not used to all this. You're used to yelling commands and harsh battlefields. Briefing rooms, talking about your next campaign. And you know what? I get it. But you take your time getting used to it, okay?”

Then you bring his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of his hand.

Rex’s breath stutters, warmth crawling up his arm and engulfing his entire body. “O-okay.”

You smile brightly at him, before returning to traffic. “But if something's up with you, you tell me.”

His smile is lopsided. “That I can do.”

“Good,” you grin. “And um, you know what, I'm driving to Uscru. We need some air now. Half an hour drive won't do, I think. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Rex shrugs, allowing you to let go of his hand so you'll focus driving instead. A cheeky smile slides into his lips. “But hey, I'm used to abrupt change of plans.”

You laugh, swerving to another lane in the intersection that'll take you to Uscru District. “That's one tendency in war, Captain. Not civvie social thing.”

“It's both, cyar’i—” Fierfek. Rex clears his throat. “It’s both.”

Your glance flicks his way, one eyebrow arching at the unfinished word. “What were you going to say?”

He shifts in the seat. “Nothing.”

“Hey, there was something.” You point your finger at him, your tone playful. “What was that?”

He often overhears Cody on the comm with his lover using the pet name. He can't help but maybe think about you too. How it feels on his tongue—is it right? Would you like a Mando'a pet name? Rex often murmurs the word under his breath, muting his helmet speakers and shutting his internal comm off while doing so. He had his own fight to say it enough in order not to adapt it as a second nature to him, to avoid himself from slipping in the future.

Yeah, well. He failed.

“Rex,” you singsong, “What was that? Please?”

Your hand is on his again, resting on his thigh. Rex nervously fiddles with his hat, and his resolve works against him. “It's a, uh, Mando'a word. Mandalorian tongue.”

“Mandalorian?” you prompt further, “You learned that somewhere else?”

“During training,” Rex goes to explain, sighing in relief that you don't ask for the meaning. “There were elective classes. Our trainers taught us informally, too. We were raised in bits and pieces of Mandalorian culture.”

You hum, taking the information in like a piece of treasure. One hand on the speeder and the other, clenched into a fist, propping your temple. Rex's insides flutter at the enchanting view. “Interesting,” you comment, sounding like a template response to whatever your business partner squawks about. “And what does it mean?”

Kriff. Jinxed it.

“It's uh,” Rex clears his throat again, already praying this moment to end as quick as it had made him slip, “It's a term of endearment.”

The moment it left his lips, your heart surges skyward, warmth filling every space in your chest that you don't know exists. “Really?” you awe, “What's that? ‘Love’?”

Rex slams his head into the headrest, hands covering his face. “No.”

You poke his thigh. He flinches. “‘Darling’?”

Cody you di'kut you better pay for this. “No.”

Your grin widens. The moment you found out that he squirms easily under your teasing game, you love doing just so to him since. “‘Baby’? ‘Cause you kinda are.”

Rex lets out a combination of a— sob? Groan? “Nooo. Stars, stopp…”

Laughing in satisfaction you tug on his sleeve. “Alright, alright. Hey, come on. But I'm not letting this go, you hear me?”

He releases a loud exasperated sigh, hands falling onto his thigh with a slap. “You're as bad as Hardcase. One of my heavy gunners. But you're much worse.”

“Aw, you love me.”

Okay, listen. The only mistake there is is using that phrase, which is said only among friends—completely platonic friends—to your date. A. Romantic. Date. The magic word hasn't been traded yet, but you believe you're building up to it. And both your slip-ups just ruined the entire varping thing. You hold the urge to groan. Or maybe not?

Anyway, you're silent. Your smile gone, but your eyes widen—terrified. And Rex notices that, his mouth has been gaping open since the sentence left your lips. The very lips he suddenly wants to touch with his own, pretty bad.

“I…”

Your eyes meet his. Even for only two seconds, there's intensity that Rex would be glad to drown himself in.

“Sorry,” you grimace, “Too soon?”

Rex is still frozen.

Blinking, you finally remember that your speeder has the goddamn autopilot feature. So at a speed of light you reset your course and switch it on, and fully return your attention to Rex, your speeder gliding on course.

Your hand moves forward to close his jaw. Once it snaps close, you take a deep breath, and let your hand fall to his lap, against his clothed forearm.

Rex breathes in the sight of you—he hasn't had the chance moments ago. 

You make sure to wear his favorite color. Oh, of course you know his favorite color. First meeting; you ask the most basic question in the world of get-to-know-your-soon-to-be-partner. His answer is blue. Maybe it's obvious, but maybe because he can't bring himself to think about any other color. White, perhaps, but he said blue. His markings. You took it to heart, wrote a little mental note and slapped it into the forefront of your brain so you'll always remember, and you do now. You make sure to impress him at first glance, to make him think that you think about him too. Because really, you do.

You're wearing blue today. His favorite color. His color, in fact. The exact shade of 501st.

“I don't wanna rush anything.” You're looking down at your hand in his lap, your voice drawing Rex out of his thoughts.

“It’s fine,” he says, not knowing why he said that.

“Yeah?” You meet his gaze with a teasing smile. “What's fine with you? More dates?”

Hypnotized by the deep pools of your eyes and the way your lips glow in the remaining light, Rex finds himself nodding. “More dates. Definitely. More dates.”

Your chuckle is a pleasant melody in Rex's ears, and brings him to the existence plane entirely. “More dates? We need to label whatever this is with something, eventually.”

“Can't agree more.” He bites back sir. Damn di'kutla habit. “I think… Are we okay? If we want to make this official or something?”

Then you do something unexpected. Or maybe he did expect that. Your smile’s been so wide it eventually blooms into a full laughter that you have to cover your mouth with your fist. Rex's own laugh comes out as a little hesitant—awkward—and his judgement unsure by your reaction. “I don't know how this should've worked,” he says, half-chuckling. Cody better kill me tonight. “Help me? Uh, a little?”

You nod, the remains of your sweet laughter lingering in the air. “Yes Rex, I think we're okay. Are you?”

“Uh huh,” he says, blinking at the way you lean forward and eating the distance between both of you. “I just… wanna see how this goes. Maybe there's something new to explore.”

You grin. “There'll be a lot of something new, Rex.”

First time that evening Rex releases a laugh. Not an awkward, hesitating laugh. Easy, unburdened, takes all the tightness out of his chest. It always feels like that with you (fine he's only been out for a date with you exactly three times BUT there's just something about you that makes him feel safe and constantly aware you're having his back because y'know it's always nice to have someone who actually cares about you).

“Rex.”

And the way his name rolls off your tongue that matches your playful demeanor and sweetness altogether… It's addictive.

“Rex, that was actually the cue if you want to kiss me.”

He blinks. “I—what?”

You nod. “Yeah. I mean, um, if you want. We've never… done. It. Kissing. We've never done it, you know.”

“Wait. Really? I remember we have.”

“Absolutely not. Who's the lucky dude you've been kissing all this time? A Clawdite?”

“Absolutely not,” Rex groans, completely horrified. “Maybe I've been imagining. Um. Things.”

You keep your chuckle low and your smile sweet. “Well, the invitation stands.”

Slowly, with determination burning in his chest, he takes your hand in his, keeping them rest in his lap. He rubs the rough pad of his thumb across your smoother knuckles, still building himself up for the moment, his thoughts running amok. You'd wait. He knows. You're that kind. In the end, his warm brown eyes meet yours, sparkling with newfound joy, for guidance.

“Tell me if I do something wrong?”

Silly worried man. “You won't do anything wrong for your first kiss.” Your smile fades comically as you pause. “Wait. Is it?”

He can't help the spot in the back of his neck that needs scratching somehow. “Um, yeah.”

You lean closer, your smile ever luminous. “Oh I suppose lucky me.”

There's only a little distance between you and Rex already, your breath fanning across his skin, before your lips softly press against one another. Yours are soft, like flower petals, and his tongue catches something sweet. Definitely lip gloss, Rex thinks. It's perfect. It's brief, but there's nothing better when the fire in you finally combusts into something so colorful. All your needs are finally fulfilled and all the greens and flowers in Naboo blossom into their peak beauty during the spring season.

Rex's breath catches—his mind goes through an electroshock and blanks when your lips move against his, nipping at his bottom lip and leaving him wanting for more. You pull away though, and Rex instinctively chases after you, pulling you closer by the hands and mashes his lips against yours once again. This time it lands just slightly off, onto the corner of your lips that it emits chuckles out of you.

Sloppy. But your sweet laughter is worth it. As is the moment you lift your hand away from his grasp to anchor him by the jaw and place a deeper kiss onto his awaiting lips. The touch once again awakes him, turning him fully aware to the moment, chasing after you again when you pull away—and right there, Rex decides he doesn't want to stop chasing you.

“There.” Your voice husky from the kiss, the effect is already stirring something wild and possibly untamed inside him. “You like?”

“Like.” Di'kut that's not the proper answer. “Very much,” he corrects, clearing his throat. “Did I… do it wrong?”

“Not at all. Just need a little adjusting, but it's perfect.” You lean closer teasingly. “Feels like you just need a little more practice.”

“...we still have that date.”

“Right! After the date, then!”

“Oh. Oh. Um, okay.”

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[namelessgakusei]

Noi! The Clara Dolls!

All Hail The Nutcracker Witch!

Mark Grayson x reader

Warnings: Death, Violence, mentions of suicide, Blood, Invincible War, Gaku's attempt at writing PTSD and Body Horror, Reader crashing out, another one of Gaku's looong posts

Mada Dame Yo (prev)

Sis Puella Magica! (cont.)

Notes: Just came home from school and Gaku's really, really tired. Nearly fell asleep before even writing this. Might proofread and edit when I wake up tomorrow. Angst first, fluff later. (Gaku, in fact, gave up and went to sleep)

Add. Note: Gaku of the next day here, still tired from uni, but I got home earlier than expected lmao. Accidentally posted this while incomplete OTL. I initially wanted this as an interlude but crammed the witching out by the end. Gaku's too tired.

@weaponxgames @sweet77kellia @starlightchildsworld

"Goodbye, hill of punishment."

Mainstream!Mark is kind. He's a bit shy but it's evident that he genuinely loves you. You bit your lower lip and forced a smile whenever he looks at your way. It was hard, at first, as you always remember him.

At first it was peaceful. Debbie's safe, which you noted that was quite rare, given the amount of times you saw her decayed corpse in the previous realities. Oliver's here too, a surprise that nearly broke you down. You only met him less than a handful of times, with him not even existing in the others. He's still the same kid that you grew to love and was your constant ally in every timeline that he's in.

William, Amber, Rex, Eve- Oh, god. Eve. You missed her. There were only a few realities that you were able to be friends with her. Mark kills her too soon, or she dies protecting Earth with you. You remember her being the first person you confided about your experiences, and when you thought to have hope when she expressed her understanding and desire to help, a version of Mark beheads her in front of you.

The memory makes you sick. You didn't dare to tell anyone about it after that, opting to work alone and involve little to no people with your business. You agreed to work with multiple Cecils just for a chance to wipe of the existence of Mark Grayson off the planet. But, alas, you end up dying or resetting time in the end.

Mark gets fidgety whenever you get too quiet, hanging into your every word like an overly eager child, desperate for acknowledgment. You let yourself wonder if he'll even kill himself if you asked to. At least then, maybe you'll be able to escape this nightmare.

But you're too in love with him to even live a second without him.

Maybe you had gone crazy too.

A sigh and a chuckle escapes your lips, confusing Mark, who was reading the newly released Seance Dog volume. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's just, everything is peaceful. I like it."

This world isn't entirely without its own fair share of troubles and aliens and villains, but compared to the shit you've been through? This is fucking nothing.

You managed to help the Guardians in the nick of time when Omni-Man turned on Earth, revealing your abilities in this world for the first time. While the heroes were saved, you were not-so-subtly recruited by Cecil to join the Teen Team. You know how the man operates, having met at least a hundred different versions of him. You suppressed a laugh when he looks like he got his head running with contingency plans about you. Never change, Mr. Stedman.

Mark was amazed and invested in knowing more about your abilities. Trying to study you and "help" you understand your powers more. Why didn't you tell him? How long did you have it? How were you able to control time like that? You were so cool back there!

You want to tell him that you got experimented in Viltrum on the one time you told him about these strange abilities of yours. But you settled for saying that it's a long story and that you recently acquired them, not wanting to scare him off.

You think that he was simply ignoring what just happened with his father, opting to choose you over him in his mind. Coward.

It makes you sick.

You lay on his bed, rolling to the side while Mark went to get snacks. He seems a bit clingy in this world, or maybe it's because you look like you're on the verge of slipping away with how exhausted you always look. You sigh.

Your soul gem always look murky whenever you check on it.

It's an artifact that came with the ring on your middle finger, and appears at the back of your hand whenever you use your powers, with your clothes changing alongside the shield appearing on your arm. You don't know how or why, but even if you were beaten to a pulp, you don't feel anything. You're not even injured at the slightest. You know this, because you tried to take your own life once. Your body still functions even when your neck was bent, making you think that you were also immortal.

You weren't and you thanked your cursed fate that you weren't. That small gem you have in you was were your soul is at. You get hurt when it's touched the wrong way, and while you don't bleed, you feel excruciating pain. Your body is merely a meat sack now.

Does it matter?

No. But it sure came in handy when you were fighting against Mark after you figured it out, at least then, you don't have to worry about broken limbs.

You kept racking your brain about the cause of your situation, your powers and the looping timelines. You barely remember. Mark came back, pouting about the crease on your brows, before slipping in bed burying his head on your neck.

"What are you thinking about?"

"...Do you know an animal who can talk?"

Mark snorted and said a parrot but you shook your head, saying that it looked more like a white cat with red markings. He hugged you closer and mentioned that it might've been an alien.

Huh. Perhaps it was an alien. You remember it asking if you want to make a contract with it. Did you? Is that why you're trapped in this hell?

...Is it really one now?

For all it's worth, everything has been going smoothly in this run. Sure, Nolan's gone off the rails, but you saved the Guardians of the Globe! Oliver exists! Debbie's safe! Eve's alive! William and Amber are living normally! The Teen Team, sure still has problems, is still functioning! Cecil might still be a pain in the ass but with how many variants of him you spent time with, you consider him an old friend and even appreciate how he checks in on you.

Earth is not destroyed.

Isn't this the ideal world? Did you finally arrived at the best possible version? Will this finally end?

You look down and see the familiar tuff of black hair. The urge to run your hands through it is always within you, no matter if he's killing people or you, you really can't seem to loathe him enough to remove your feelings for him.

Will you finally be able to be happy?

You hugged Mark, burying your nose to his hair and inhaling his scent, earning a surprised sound from him. He doesn't protest nor ask, only reciprocating with a mumble of "Finally.", before humming in content.

This world, this Mark, they may not be the one you started with, where you originated and first loved, but it's slowly stared to grow on you.

Mark doesn't question it when you started interacting with everyone on your own accord. Initially, you only talk to others when it's necessary, making them hunt you down if they so want just a small conversation with you. But now, you're discussing something with Robot that made them back away from your smirking face. You're teasing them??

He thinks it's cute when you barely mask your excitement when you tell him that you'll be out with Eve and Amber for the weekend. You're even laughing with Oliver over some shows you two watch whenever you're babysitting him. He caught you and his mom gossiping about something that he apparently wasn't allowed to hear??? The hell?? He's the boyfriend here! He's happy you're finally getting out of your shell and not shutting the world out but he has his needs, mom! Boyfriend needs! Hugs and kisses!

He barely got you to agree to go out with him in the first place! You looked so disinterested and detached when he asked you out that he was so sure you didn't even want to be with him, it was only when you kept fussing and saving his ass that he figured out that you're really just the quiet type. But this?? He's hearing you laugh everyday! That's usually once every three months! (He is exaggerating.)

Though, he isn't complaining, smiling to himself even, as he watches you from across the room, fighting the urge to come over and cling to you. Your eyes met and you're... smiling at him. Not the forced ones that look too soulless to be convincing, you're genuinely smiling at him.

Mark buries his head on his arms and giggles, ears going red as his leg bounces excitedly.

The sight made you laugh at the other side of the room. It was... something. He's adorable. You don't know why you were so distant back then. He is nothing like them.

Nothing's like back then. Not anymore.

Not anymore. The thought still makes you nauseous, too reluctant to start hoping for the best. Who would blame you? Every time you start to have faith that everything will be better, that you'll finally have peace, you see his face—

No, this one isn't like that. Mark isn't like that. This is the one who quietly waited for you to open up. This is the one who never pried too much and lets you let him in at your own pace. He's the one who sat beside you when you wake up in cold sweat, riddled with nightmares. He's the one who let you use his shoulder to rest your head when you can't seem to sleep at night, who tucked the both of you to bed when you fell asleep.

He's kind. You give him that. Everytime you look at him, you slowly start to forget the bad memories associated with that face.

You don't see him anymore.

You see Mark Grayson.

...That is until Cecil called you.

Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson. Mark Grayson.

Everywhere you look, it's that damned face.

One with a yellow cape, one with a mohawk, one without goggles, one who wears the white Viltrumite uniform, one who looks like Omni Man, one who was a prisoner, one who hide his face with a hood, one who—

It's him.

Him again! Why? Why is he here? Why did he have to appear now?! Why? Why?! You... you just accepted your life here! You moved on! You have a life here! You...

Cecil orders you to subdue the Variants.

Subdue them. Subdue him. Can you do that? Can you even fight him? After all those times— Can you—?

They're everywhere. All over the world, bringing destruction with them. Showing you the same scenario that you lived through in all those realities.

Earth's destruction.

Mark tries to snap you out of it, telling you to go hide with Debbie and Oliver, that he'll handle it. He gave you a kiss before flying off to the Penitentiary. You saw a similar situation before. One where Mark told you that he'll fight off the Viltrumite Empire but ended up as a mangled corpse not a minute later.

Everything's going wrong again.

Cecil bark orders at you from your earpiece, but you can't hear it. Debbie's calling you from your phone, but you don't move to answer it. You move past the fleeing civilians, past the rubble and fire, and towards the veiled Mark in the middle of the street.

He's fighting off the heroes that surrounded him. He's all bloody but from how it looks like, with the heroes falling down the ground, it's not his.

"Mark."

Sheisty!Mark brightens up at the sound of your voice, despite the lack of visual on his face. Before he can zoom in front of you, you activated your ability and stared at his frozen form. His form looks like he's about to punch someone, taut muscles that peeks through his skin tight suit and the veil flew just the right way for you to have a glimpse of how flushed his face is. A lovesick expression is evident on his face.

Will you not be able to escape this fate?

You're tired.

When will the destruction and screams stop?

When will this end?

Your power runs out, continuing the flow of time. Sheisty!Mark pulls you to his bloodied chest, muttering words too fast for you to hear, all while running his hands around your body, like you aren't real.

You hoped you weren't.

Your use of power must've alerted the rest of the Variants, with them immediately flying to where you are, hovering just above to drink in the sight.

You were the sole reason as to why the eighteen Marks made a deal with Angstrom, after all.

And now, they can finally have you back.

Damned bastards.

You hear your named being yelled, but you don't know who it came from. You don't care anymore. Why should you? It all ends the same.

You're tired.

You're tired. You're tired. You're tired. When will this end? Stop this. Someone, anyone—

Save me, Mark.

The you in Sheisty!Mark's arms dissolved into a puddle, momentarily stunning the Variants around. Said puddle now expands throughout the asphalt road, coating everything in black until it reaches the sky. No more are the sounds of buildings crashing down from being destroyed nor are the sounds people who cry for help. One might say that the world became akin to the Shadow-verse. Until colorful shapes start to appear in the darkened world.

Buildings started emerging from the ground, destroying the roads and initial constructions. Laughter ran around the streets as paper doll-like creatures frolicked the desolate area, pointing and taunting the Variants.

Multiple arms reach out from the murky darkness, each out for a Mark. They can't fight it, no, they're incapable of doing so. They're in your world now.

With gentle hands, you cup his face and smiled. Wearing an expression so soft and speaking in a tone that he hadn't heard in a long time, Mark can't help but lean in, expecting something even in the middle of uncertainty.

How pathetic.

Your lips but ghost his', leaving him confused.

"I realized something during our time together." You started, still holding his face, eyes right into his own.

"You were always there for me, for better and for worse. You loved me throughout it all. It was always me and you."

"Oh, how I loathed that."

"How I hated you with every fiber of my being."

Your gem breaks, and your smiling face exploded on their faces, coating it with red.

Reality seemed to wrap around, changing the surroundings like how a theatre changes the set. Some of the Marks screamed in terror upon your "death" while some wiped the blood off and prepared for battle.

He once said that you were always full of surprises.

And now, you give them your final one. The blood from earlier suddenly shot out of them, forming something midair while a march is heard in the distant direction, heading to their direction. When your body was reformed, the small humanoid soldiers took aim and hit at you.

Your body convulsed from the barrage of bullets and promptly fell to the ground. Even as the Variants pummeled the soldiers down, their numbers doesn't dwindle, and soon what was left of your body is mutilated beyond recognition. FullMask!Mark and NoMask!Mark rushed to your side, and with trembling fingers, reached out on your remains.

Your head snapped to their direction, riddled with bullet holes, before your jaw snaps open and another you climbs out of it. With only half of your body out, you suddenly faced the sky and forced your jaw open, enabling another you to be able come out. The process repeats until a tower of your own body stands tall in the middle of the dark city.

The remaining soldiers ignored the Variants that still fought them, opting to march towards the grotesque tower, surrounding it.

"(Y/N)!"

You know only one who would call out to you like that.

"Ah... Mark..." You looked down at Mainstream!Mark and smiled longingly.

The last body to come out of your mouth screamed bloody murder, before being torn in half. Like a curtain being opened, a giant creature emerged from the bloodbath.

Bearing a likeness to you, with half of their head filled with red spider lilies and their wrists bound together like a prisoner, the Nutcracker Witch finally appeared.