#rex x teen!reader

[verybadatwriting]

Blood and Marrow

Summary: Reader is the child of a hard-working single mother and a long-forgotten one night stand. One day the consequences of their father's identity catches up to the Reader

Warnings: Imprisonment, needles, improper conditions for prisoners, bone marrow stealing, surgery without anesthetic, torture essentially, kidnapping, in-world curse word, parental death, iv’s

Notes: It’s a little slow to get started, but whatever.

Gn!reader, Fett!reader

Word count: 4030

The whispering streets sped by as the train picked up speed. Another day was done, you and your mother were finally on your way home. Even though today wasn’t the longest she’d ever had to stay at work, it sure felt like it. All but two cooks and half the servers got food poisoning, so you had to help out. Normally you got to sit in the corner and do your schoolwork, instead you were ferrying meals and dishes back and forth between the kitchen and customers. 

Your mom had been working here since before you were born, so it was like a second home to you. A dirty, noisy home, full of strangers, but a home nonetheless. When you were a baby your mom would park you in a corner with some toys and just keep half an eye on you while she worked. 

That corner became your spot, permanently. Everyone knew not to seat customers there, except on the days you worked. Today it was occupied by an elderly Mon Calamari couple. They ordered crab-stuffed cream puffs, and complained that they had too much crab, and not enough stuffing. You tried explaining that it’s stuffed with crab, so the crab is the stuffing, but they were firm. 

Eventually you just took the puffs back to the kitchen, waited a few minutes, and came back out with the same plate. This time they were “absolutely perfect” and they asked why “You didn’t make them like this the first time?”

Putting on your best customer service face you simply smiled and told them to enjoy their meal. 

“What I really wanted to tell them,” You said to your mom, “Was that they looked like a bunch of shriveled up–”

“Alright!” She interrupted sternly, “That’s quite enough.” She tried giving you her signature ‘mom-glare’ but you could see a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

The train ground to a halt at stop G17, and you disembarked. This was the worst part of the commute; strolling through the slums. Ever since you were little you had hated your neighborhood. The neon lights and bottles strewn about, the clusters of people who never seemed to disperse or do anything other than stand around. 

About two years ago things got really bad after a rough batch of layoffs, and the standing around turned to rioting. Rioting turned to looting, which turned to robberies. You and your mother hid in the bathroom as men ransacked your apartment. Crashes rattled the ground as they tossed through dressers and drawers looking for valuables.

They were about to open the bathroom door when an authoritative voice ordered them to put their hands up. Obviously they didn’t obey, and the sounds of fighting erupted. An electric zapping sound buzzed and the robbers thunked to the ground.

“Apartment building 5C clear.” The man said. 

“Wait– scratch that.” Said another, identical voice. “One room left.” The door slowly opened, and the man pointed a flashlight inside. He didn’t wear the uniform of the Coruscant Underworld Police, instead his armor was mostly white with red accents. He lowered his stun baton when the light passed over the scared forms of you and your mother. 

“Now apartment building 5C is clear.” He said into his com, then to your mother, “Are you hurt?”

“No.” She said, “We’re fine.”

“Thorn,” The other trooper called into the bathroom. “We’ve gotta get moving. Stone needs help with the riots to the west. Latest reports say three dead.”

The troopers arrested the robbers and quickly left, leaving you and your mom alone in your completely trashed apartment. It took hours to clean it all up. Even longer to even start to feel safe again.

Now, as you finally slid off your shoes and settled down on your bed, you felt a little safe. The doors were locked and bolted. In the past two years nobody else broke in, and things were calm enough. 

“Try to catch some sleep, Y/n,” Your mom poked her head into your room. 

“Mhm.” You nodded, “I’ve just gotta finish up some homework. I promise I’ll be in bed by one.”

“That’s my kid.” Your mom went to the joint living/dining room and spread a blanket on the couch. She laid there, and you listened to her breathing slowly steady as she drifted off to sleep. 

Your blinks got longer and longer until you set aside the work and stilus to finally sleep. Just like you promised, it was a few minutes before one. What felt like a moment later, you woke up with a start. 

At first, you couldn’t tell what woke you, but then you heard footsteps clanking in the living room. They stopped again, and you heard a brief, muffled yell from your mother. The clanking started again, and seconds later, a tall metallic figure stood in your doorway. It approached, and pressed a cloth over your mouth and nose. The world went fuzzy and then dark as you clawed at the metal arm.

Some time later, you’re not quite sure how long, you woke up with a splitting headache. You tried to rub your eyes, but found your arms were immobile. The room spun around as you reoriented yourself. At first you thought you were lying on your back, but in reality you were hanging from the ceiling by two shackles on your wrists. Your feet barely brushed the floor, so all your weight was pulling down on your arms.

Your eyes slowly acclimated to the darkness around you. The walls were slick durasteel. The floor was metal as well, but slightly slanted towards a small, round drain in the center. Layers of old, dried crud that no one had bothered to clean up streaked toward it.

As you just hung there, breathing heavily because of a stabbing pain in your sternum. You also had a stabbing, unending pain in your head. Before all of this had time to fully register, the door slid open, a blinding light was turned on, and a Skakoan man entered. His dark blue robes draped loosely from his hissing pressure suit. Tubes reached from his neck plate to the upper chest plate, which featured nozzles and ports. The metal caught the light and glinted.

Closely after him, a 2-1B surgical droid followed. The shiny metal of its body was all straight lines and perfect curves. The ends of its arms were equipped with tools; tools you couldn't even imagine the purpose of. Its lifeless, glowing eyes stared through you. 

“Shall we begin, Emir Tambor?” It asked, holding up a container.

“Of course.” 

Tambor took the box from the droid, opened it, and removed a long, sharp needle. There was a clear collection area at the base. He sterilized the instrument. The droid, meanwhile, was approaching you. It was holding a bottle of disinfectant, which it sprayed onto your right hip after moving aside the clothing that was in the way. Your skin rose with goosebumps at the cold. 

The Skakoan approached, holding a scalpel. Slowly it was pressed into your side, through layers of skin, then muscle. Then it held back the layers of muscle while Tambor raised a drill and pushed it through the exterior of your bone. Your chest tightened in pain. You bit your tongue. You tasted blood in your mouth from biting too hard, while more trickled down your leg.

“Syringe.” Tambor said as he removed the drill and held out his gloved hand to the droid. It glinted against the harsh light as it passed between them. It plunged into the freshly-drilled hole in your bone and into the squishy marrow. The container at the end slowly filled with a dark red liquid. Darker than blood. 

“Suture,” The droid said, holding out a tool to the Skakoan scientist.

“You deal with that. I have what I need; 18.44 precious ounces of bone marrow.” Tambor started towards the door, cradling the container like it was worth more than a hundred kyber crystals. The door slid closed behind him, leaving only you and the dead-eyed droid. 

Finally, you allowed a sob to rip through your chest. Your chest heaved as you drew a shuddering breath, then devolved back into tears. The sound echoed off the shadowy walls. When Tambor left, the overhead lights turned off automatically, plunging the room into near complete darkness. Only the droid’s glowing eyes provided light. Even then, they were fixed at patching up the mess that was your hip.

“It would assist me if you could stay still,” It said.

For the next few minutes you tried to think of anything else than the metal digits nimbly stitching up your flesh. Where were you? Why are they doing this? Who is ‘they’? Did they kidnap your mom, too?

The thought of your mom hanging from her wrists in some dark cell, just as you were, was enough to make you cry again. The droid whirred disapprovingly. You stifled them as best you could. 

It was almost over. The droid just had to finish stitching together the final layer of muscle, and apply a bacta patch. It never got the chance, because the door blew open, and a few clone troopers marched in, guns blazing. They shot down the surgery droid the moment they saw it. Behind them, you saw a half dozen more blue -armored soldiers in the hall.

“This one’s alive,” called out the one nearest to you, “Kix, get over here!”

“Can you hear me?” The medic asked, opening his kit. 

You nodded.

“This is gonna sting a little,” He said, pressing a bacta patch over your still bleeding hip. The sting was the least of your worries. Even that slight amount of pressure was enough to make you gasp in pain.

“You’re okay,” Kix said reassuringly to you, then he barked at his brothers to unfasten the chains holding you up. Almost immediately, they snapped the right chain and all your weight swung onto the other arm. Kix put his arm under your shoulders, and held you up while one of his brothers worked at undoing the second manacle. 

“Can you walk?” Kix asked once his brother had freed you. You tried putting a little weight on your leg, but couldn’t manage it. Your other leg nearly buckled, and only Kix’s arm kept you standing.

“No.” You hissed through clenched teeth. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He said, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n,” You answered.

“We’re going to take you to our ship, Y/n,” He said, “You’ll be on the first flight out of here.” 

“Mhmm.” You said, the blood loss making you a bit woozy. Your head lolled to the side, and rested against Kix’s shoulder.

“Kix,” one of the soldiers said. His helmet had a blue downwards-pointing arrow, and a smaller red triangle above that. His armor was battered, just like the rest of them. The paint was worn away in places. 

“This area still isn’t secured. They’ll have to wait to be evacuated.”

“They can’t wait,” Kix replied, “Look at that, Dogma” he pointed to a puddle of your blood on the floor, “Look at it. They’ve lost too much blood already. We’re getting them out, now.”

After a moment of thoughtfully looking at the blood he nodded and said, “We’ll cover you.” Then he spoke into his comm, “Civilian evac needed. Be ready to provide cover fire.”

“Hear that?” Kix asked you. “We’ll get you out of here.”

“Hardcase, and Dogma, on my mark,” came a voice over the comms a moment later. “Three… Two… One!”

Dogma leaned out of the door and chucked a grenade up the hallway, and at the same time, another clone did the same thing from a room across the hall. They both ducked back inside, and covered their ears as two small explosions shook the walls. 

One soldier with pale blue stripes on his armor jumped out into the corridor with a 6-Z rotary cannon and started firing massive sprays of blaster bolts towards the droids. At the same time, Kix shifted to carry most of your weight, and started running towards the turbolift at the opposite end of the hall. 

The whole escape was a bit of a blur. The hallway was one long, straight passage from the room you were being held in to the lift. Unfortunately, that meant there was barely any cover. Even with the clones mowing down rows of droids, a few bolts still sailed down the hall towards you. It was so loud.

But the noise stopped suddenly once you saw into one of the other rooms. Everything stopped. The world stopped. Maybe even the whole galaxy. 

In that room, one identical to the one you had been held in, hung a woman. Her wrists were bound in chains, her head hung limply. Her clothes were bloodsoaked. Worst of all, she was absolutely still.

Nothing – not the pain in your leg, not the slicing scalpel tearing flesh, not the needle siphoning marrow – no, nothing could ever come close to the pain of seeing her like that, and knowing she was gone.

You felt Kix tug you forward, ripping you back to reality where everything was moving and there was no time to mourn. Before you knew it, the two of you were in the elevator. The smooth doors slid closed, drowning out the sounds of battle.

Through the curved window, you could see you were on an asteroid. The rocky barren landscape was littered with ships, troops, and the flashes of blaster fire. It looked like the Republic was taking the whole place.

“We’re almost there,” Kix said softly. “In the transport there’s an IM-6 medical droid that will take good care of you. You’re gonna be okay, kid.”

Finally, you reached the roof. Three low-altitude transports awaited you. You rushed to the closest one, Kix pulled down an emergency cot at the back, and set you down. He had to go back to the fight, but he dosed you with something first. It made the world fuzzy. Your pain dulled.

You barely even registered the little floating droid working diligently on your leg and your chest. Kix came back twice, both times half-carrying one of his wounded brothers. He set up the other two cots for them as the droid floated over to assist.

Not too long later, the transport started to fill up with soldiers. They were tired, but not completely exhausted. They quietly cracked jokes to one another, despite injuries.

The doors slid closed, the ship started rumbling, then flying. 

Kix stood in the back, near the cots, to assess his brothers. Once they were situated, he squatted down next to you.

“It’s been a little while,” He said, quietly. “How’re you holding up?”

“It still hurts,” You said, “But the meds help.”

“Good,” He nodded. “Is there someone you want us to contact, tell them you’re alright?”

You gained a faraway stare and paused as your eyes welled up.  

“Were there any other survivors?” You asked, dreading the answer.

“There were not.”

“No, then,” You said, voice perilously close to cracking. “I only ever had my mom, and as of today, she’s dead.” 

You reached up and wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Where do you live?”

“Coruscant,” You said. “But I don't have anywhere to go. I’ll be put in foster care till I age out, then I’ll just be dumped on the street.”

“It’ll be okay,” Kix said. “We don’t have to figure it all out right now.” He looked at the datapad clipped to the side of your cot. His eyebrows wrinkled. 

“Are you having trouble breathing?” He asked.

“A little. Why?” 

“Your respiratory muscles are working harder than expected. I’m going to give you something to help them relax.”

He pushed a small dose of a clear liquid through your IV and almost immediately you felt your muscles relax from head to toe. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” He said. You found you couldn’t keep your eyes open, so you slept.

You awoke when the transport landed in the hangar of a much larger ship. The able-bodied clones hopped out quickly, and were soon absorbed by the throngs of people all fixing, refueling, and disembarking from ships. 

The two injured clones were transferred onto stretchers. As they floated by, you saw one was missing the lower chunk of his leg. The other clone was only half unconscious. His chest plate was battered with blaster burns, and as he drifted past, you smelled the unmistakable scent of burning flesh. 

Kix scooped you up, and set you down on a hoverchair. Almost immediately you felt more awake. On the journey to the medbay, you watched others that followed the same route as you. Most injuries weren’t that bad. The general mood was celebratory, even in the medbay.

“I’m gonna help you into a bed,” Kix said, “But then I have to go help my brothers. I won’t be far.” 

Once more he lifted you gently, making sure not to put pressure on your hip, and laid you down in the bed. You watched as Kix went from bed to bed bandaging and comforting the injured. 

Slowly, everything settled down. One by one the patched up clones were sent on their way, and the medbay was calm. There was still work to do, but the medics were no longer running from one task to the next, instead they took inventories of what materials were needed, and updated medical logs. 

It was then that your trouble breathing got much, much worse. Despite trying your hardest, very little air moved in or out of your lungs. Pain coursed through your chest as your muscles tried to pull in what little breath they could. You coughed, hoping that would help. 

All that did was bring the taste of blood to your tongue. You sat up. A drop fell from your mouth and onto the pristine white sheets. 

Kix turned at the sound of your cough. He set down the data-pad and rushed over when he saw you sit up and spit blood. 

“You’re okay,” He said, placing a stethoscope on your back, “Keep coughing.” He turned to another medic and said, “We’re gonna need a needle, tubing, and a container.” 

He grabbed the bedside table.

“Lean on this,” Kix said, pulling it closer. You turned, sitting on the edge of the bed, legs hanging off, and you braced your forearms on top of it, still coughing and trying to clear your lungs.

The medic returned quickly, all the necessary supplies in his arms.

“You’re gonna feel a sharp prick on your back, just below your ribs,” Kix said, picking up the syringe and securing the tubing on one end. “On three, ready?”

You nodded.

“One, two,” He pushed the needle through skin, muscle, and finally lung. It was uncomfortable and caught you off guard, but immediately the pressure started to decrease. A moment or two later, you could breathe with not too much difficulty.

Kix arranged everything so that you could sit up against the pillows.

“What’s wrong with me?” You asked.

“There is fluid leaking into your lungs,” Kix said, “I’m not exactly sure what it is; there’s at least some blood in it.”

“What caused it?”

“I’m guessing they weren’t too careful when extracting bone marrow from the sternum, and somehow nicked your lung. We can keep draining it, but we’ll have to fix the puncture at some point. We’ll probably use the drainage tube to access it…” 

You kept listening as he worked on possible solutions. The events of the past few hours suddenly washed over you, and your eyes once again drooped closed. 

When you woke up, there was no longer a bag attached to your side. Where the tube had been, there was just a simple bacta patch. 

The medbay staff had changed. They looked less tired. Kix was in the corner, near the door, talking with a blonde trooper. When they noticed you were awake, they came over.

You’d seen the other trooper before. He held his helmet under one arm, the jaig eyes peering out at you. 

“Y/n,” Kix said, pulling up a chair next to your bed, “This is Captain Rex. He leads the 501st.”

“Yeah,” You nodded, “The ones that got me outta there.” 

“Kix was just sharing that you’re healing well,” Rex said.

“I definitely feel way better, now that I’m not coughing up blood and struggling to breathe,” You said.

“I am very thankful we fixed that,” Kix nodded, then another medic called him over.

“Excuse me,” He said, then walked to the other end of the medbay. 

Rex was quiet, as though he didn’t really know what to say.

“Anyway,” he finally said, “I’m here to see if you have any information that might help us.”

“Uh… I don’t really know much.”

“That’s fine, just tell me what happened.”

“Well, they kidnapped us from my mom’s apartment on Coruscant. Some droids drugged us and we must’ve been out for at least a few hours, since when I woke up in that cell, they had already taken bone marrow from my chest. I hung there for a bit, then they took marrow from my hip, and that’s when y’all showed up.” 

“Can you think of any reason that the Separatists would want to target you or your family?”

“Nope. Mom and I aren’t politically active or important. Truth be told, I haven't the foggiest who my father was.”

You talked for a bit longer, and just as Rex was standing up, Kix came back. His eyes were fixed on the datapad held in his hands. His forehead was deeply creased; his expression the epitome of concern.

“Wait one moment, Captain,” He said. “This… this is bad.”

“What is it?” You and Rex both asked.

“The team on the ground just finished uploading their reports on the equipment. It’s for advanced genetic sequencing. They were working to reconstruct Jango Fett’s DNA.”

“What were they even working from?” Rex asked, eyebrows scrunching together.

“They spliced together DNA from one of Fett’s children, their mother, and one of our brothers.” 

“Jango didn’t have any children.” Rex said, then asked, “Right?”

“That’s what I thought, before I found this lab, at least” Kix shook his head, then turned towards you, “Y/n, I ran a paternity test on you. You are Jango Fett’s child.”

“Okay?” You said. “I have, like, zero clue what that means.”

“Have you told the general yet?” Rex asked Kix, completely ignoring your confusion.

“I’m on my way to do just that.” 

With that, Kix left, clutching his datapad. 

A few weeks later, you had fully healed.

Going through your old apartment was difficult. You only found a few things worth keeping. Most held too many painful memories. Nothing of value was left, since after people figured out it was empty, it was seen as an easy target. 

Sifting through the piles of overturned mess was too hard, so you didn’t. Instead, you picked up a few things. A necklace. A hologram of you and your mom, both beaming at whoever took it. 

You snapped it closed, and pushed yourself to your feet. You took in your ransacked apartment one last time. It reminded you of the last time this happened, two years ago. The only difference now, is that you had a place to go. 

“You ready?” Came a voice from the doorway. 

“Yup.” You said, voice wavering, but not breaking. “Let’s go, Kix.”

Word spread fast that you were Jango’s child. The troopers of the 501st took you under their wings. Kix trained you in the medical field, and Rex taught you to shoot.

They set you up with a bunk and a drawer, which was all you needed. Sleeping in the same room as countless clones was calming. Their rhythmic breathing lulled you into a feeling of safety.

Over a late night of swapping stories, you learned that Jango had another child. A boy named Boba. 

You knew you had to find him. All you had to do first was track him down.

[clemberryfriends]

Heeyy anyone wanna make a Mark x Tamaranean Reader fanfic like she’s a Princess and had to flee her home planet with her family when she was young to earth and has been living there since but she’s still not accustomed to earth whatsoever BONUS she’s a hero a really loved one at that….

But yeah another concept if anyone wants to make any use of and also put their own ideas in it go aheaddd I am not a fic writer whatsoever and I’m bad at writing in general so yeeerr😭

Also I see y’all when y’all put comments under my post and please don’t be afraid to share anything you want in my comments I promise I’m not ignoring y’all I’m just not a talkative person on media like that😭😭

Anywhoooo have fun live long and if anyone decides to use this PLEASE TAG ME I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT AND ANY OTHER INVINCIBLE FANFICS TAG MEEE PLZZ😌

[fionajames]

teen wolf one-shot genres

HELLO GUYS WASSUP WASSUP

I am currently hyper-fixated on teen wolf and i really want to write for it, however, i do not know what to write. henceforth, i am making a poll, as one does.

now the question is: what kind of one-shots/writing do you guys (the teen wolf fandom) want to read?

[love-anddeepression]

STOP I LOVE YOUR PLATONIC!MIGUEL FICS <333

would you be okay with writing smth where teen!reader makes him something?? like maybe reader loves making things out of paper (like paper flowers, butterflies, tiny stars, etc.) so they decided fo make smth for miguel?

and maybe reader is nervous he won't like it?? :(

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS<333

Origami and Suit Malfunctions- Miguel O' Hara x teen!spider!reader

See, the thing with being a part time employee of the spider society meant that you had a lot of free time compared to other spiders. Normally anyone would go back to their own universe, but yours was sadly destroyed.

Sad. Anyways, it meant that you had a lot of free time. Free time to annoy Miguel, to conspire with Lyla, to practice your techniques..... and to hone your previously horrendous origami skills.

Like, no joke, you had absolutely no talent when it come to folding paper into intricate shapes. But hey, bored and borderline insanity works wonders for the brain.

So, slowly but surely, you taught yourself to make paper stars and flowers and boats. But you wanted to make something for Miguel. Why?

Who knows? Like I said, boredom does things to the brain.

Miguel wasn't exactly an open book and he'd probably die of a heart attack if you gave him flowers. You didn't have time to make hundreds of little paper stars so that was ruled out-

"What're you thinking about?" the older man's raspy voice reaches your ears.

"How to get your suit to malfunction." you quip back.

"Why must you torture me so?" he replies in a monotone voice as he sits on his seat, opposite you.

"I'm your employee, it's my job."

"Your job is to be a pain in the ass?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Precisely." you stick your tongue out and he rolls his eyes.

After a few seconds, you clear your throat, "Hey, uh, what's your favorite sport?

He's silent for a while and you can see his eyes gloss over, his reply is shaky, "Soccer."

You nod with a thumbs up, "Thank you Bossman Bosserson."

"You call me that again, I'll throw Lyla at you." he threatens as you go to leave the office.

"Jokes on you, I'd love that!" you shout back you walk out.

-----

Finally, he thinks, Finally this mission is over. Now he can go have a hot shower and a good meal and some of the amazing chai you make and he'll be in a somewhat good mood.

When he enters his office, he stunned at the silence.

Normally he can hear the sound of your feet tapping against the floor or your humming and the the fact that he can hear nothing is unnerving.

"Kid?" he calls out, Answer me.

He swings to the top of the platform, and you're not where you normally are. You're not sitting there, zoned out with your foot tapping incessantly like a little child. You're not where you're supposed to be.

"Miguel, your heart is racing, you okay?" Lyla asks him.

"Where's my kid?" he asks her.

"Oh baby Mig's hanging out with Hobie!" she says cheerfully.

"What?" he all but growls.

"Hey! Chill! She's fine! In fact, " the AI smirks and nods towards his desk, "She left something for you."

He turns and his heart skips a beat.

There's a little paper soccer ball on his desk.

It's tiny in his palm, but it has your initials and a post-it stuck on top.

"You said you liked soccer, so this is for you :D. I would never try to screw with your suit, don't worry ;)"

The ink smudges as a tear drops onto where you've signed the post it.

"God, this spider, I swear." he grumbles and wipes his eyes.

"This spider...what?" he jumps and turns at the sound of your voice. You're standing behind him with your hands behind your back and a sheepish smile on your face.

"This spider is my kid." he pats your cheek softly, "Thank you, this means a lot."

You nod with a smile, "You're welcome."

He narrows his eyes at you, "What have you been up to? Why are you being so nice?"

You slowly back away, "Pfft, what are you talking about? I've done nothing wrong"

A hologram pops up and Miguel watches as the T-Rex bellows at Pavitr's retreating form, and his head whips to you.

"Bye! Love you!" you shriek and jump off the platform, disappearing as he tries to follow you.

With a start he realizes what you just said.

"I hate that kid." he groans and then notices that he's grinning like an idiot.

[romanreignseater]

This Is Cinema.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; consensual pornography & rough times 🤫.

“You know what they say about the Bloodline, them boys make CINEMA!!”

A/N: That Jimmy fic is on hold until further notice 😤 (that boy made me so mad). I do have another Jey fic, but this was TOOO good for me to not upload first!! Hope you enjoy 💋!!”

GIF: @jeygif

Another day of work, another asshole to deal with.

Or so you thought.

Working as “pornstar”, but your preferred term of “adult film star”, was something you didn’t see yourself doing when you were a teen. The idea of getting nude in front of a camera with loads of crew surrounding as you do something that seems so sacred was weird to you back then. But, once college didn’t work out, you had other plans.

One of your homegirls who started off doing porn and soon ventured into the world of OnlyFans gave you the idea to start. And honestly… it was one of the best decisions you’ve made!!

You were soon living lavishly in Tampa, Florida, with $6 million to your name, the most gorgeous mansion, a brand new bright pink Range Rover, the cutest teacup poodle named Rex, food in your fridge, and bills paid. All in under a year.

Regardless of what people may say about you on the internet… sweetheart they were paying your bills.

You were working with some of the best in the industry and millions of views on those videos. Your career seemed to be at its pinnacle, but your manager informed you that there was a group of men starting off in the industry and absolutely taking over. In a little over five months, they were rated the top pornstars in the world.

Hundreds of millions of views on each of their videos and numerous women wanting to start a career just to be able to be near them. Working with them would not only boost your career even further, but to get a chance to fuck a handsome ass Samoan, yes please. In the words of your manager, “We gotta get that dick.”

An interesting choice of words, but you trusted every piece of advice she gave you. Soon, you were on a flight to the ATL to meet up with one of the members of the infamous group.

Doing your research the night prior to your flight, there were three brothers and a cousin. Roman, the cousin, was the oldest and definitely the biggest. A set of twins, Jimmy and Jey, and their younger brother, Solo, who didn’t look so little.

Roman was the one who wasn’t the most booked, as he only worked with the best of the best. Viewers only seeing his work every once in a while. But, when he dropped a video you knew it was gonna be heat. The absolute passion in his strokes and darkness in his eyes made you bite your lip at his raw manly magnitude.

Jimmy was fairly booked, with his whole month practically full. Most of his content involved acting with a lot of backstory. Really diving deep into massive rounds of role play and foreplay. That boy didn’t play games once that time came around though.

Next was Solo. He was working with a lot of underground stars and still reaching the levels of the ones older than him. Yet, he picked up those levels quick. Reaching the heights of his family and making women reach their climax at the same time.

But, the one who really caught your eyes was Jey. He was the definition of your ideal man. His warm-looking tan skin, his beautiful curly mullet, sexy ass style, big meaty thighs and muscles, and those grills. The way he fucked made you shrivel in your panties. He was a beast with a lot of mouth, just the way you liked it. His style consisted more of an interview at the beginning with a little foreplay and then straight to business. Asking girls about what turns them on the most and what he’s gonna do to them. Making each and every woman who set foot near him blush heavily.

And let’s not get started about that dick.

Definitely a 9-incher, big and heavy looking balls that laid nicely underneath his cock. A luscious pink mushroom tip, with meaty veins that trailed down to his trimmed hair. Now, it’s getting really hot and the thoughts of what he could do to you couldn’t stop dancing around your head.

After some more internet stalking, the time flew by and your flight approached.

Knowing that he stayed in ATL made you absolutely happy. Your manager wouldn’t let you know who exactly you’d be working with, but as soon as you saw your ticket, you knew you were in for a treat and rude awakening.

Dressing your absolute best in a grey Skims shirt and matching miniskirt, that barely covered your ass… perfect.

Wig secured down by some industrial glue and an opt out for the lashes, knowing they’d come off. But, mascara is a must.

On your way there, you couldn’t contain the excitement you felt. Watching some of his work that night before and earlier that day, you knew what he liked, how he acted, and how he wanted it. All the little things that made him tick and shiver.

You were seriously on demon time.

Even though, you felt as though you were throughly experienced and quite the pro. The flashing lights and big cameras still made you very nervous. In the beginning, your parents weren’t very supportive, but once they saw you had a roof over your head and food to eat, that’s all that mattered to them. But, sometimes the days didn’t get any easier. Luckily, your manager was a real one and knew how to calm you down.

After meeting all members of the crew, and the camera and director you and Jey would be working closely with today, you got touched up as you awaited Jey’s arrival.

“Nervous?!” The makeup artist asked you. Laughing slightly, you nonchalantly ignored your jitters and told her you were fine. All that anxious behavior would only arise and the man of the hour arrived.

He looked absolutely scrumptious in a pair of white joggers and a white Nike Tech with no shirt on underneath. His Cuban link chains shining in the sunlight and his cross earring dangling from his one ear.

Your cunt just throbbed at the sight of him. “Hello Ms. Y/N?! Is anyone in there?!” Completely zoned out and you didn’t even realize it, Jey waved his big hand in your face to catch your attention. His dimple prominent as he was quite amused by your expression.

“Hey Jey nice to meet you. Sorry… I just zoned out for a second.” Reaching out to shake his hand, he kindly refused. “It’s no problem, but I don’t shake hands I’m more of a hugger.” Flustered by his comment you arose from your chair and were soon enveloped into his burly arms.

His arms were thick and wrapped around your waist securely, his warm chest pressed against yours, as you felt your nipples harden. The feeling of his semi-hard dick rest against your thigh made you bit your lip and hold your arms around his neck tighter. “You out here showing out, I see you and your little miniskirt.” Spinning you around at 180 degrees, he stopped when your back faced his front.

Obviously entertained by his comments, you decided to show out a little more. Bending over slightly and giving him a little shake, Jey took the opportunity to give your ass an ample smack. “Uh oh, we got a lotta chemistry over here, don’t we?!” The producer of our film walked over to us as we were sharing a moment.

Both of us blushed at the producers comments. Damn right we have chemistry, but we really are gonna see once those cameras turn on. “But, we need more of that on the screen, so let’s get filming.” Turning back around to you, Jey gave you a wet kiss on the cheek and winked at you as he headed to the living room.

He is something else.

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“In 5, 4, 3, 2… 1.”

“Alright, well look at who we have here. We got the Queen of Screams, Y/N in the building. And the Leader Beater, Jey.” Both of us have a wave and proper introduction to the camera as we laughed at the names the producer gave us.

“I just gotta say you guys just sitting next to each other is already a movie.”

“Maybe I need to move a little more closer to him then.” Snuggling up by his side as gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Jey’s arm was placed on the back of the couch with his legs fully spread, giving a beautiful of his already hard dick. You crossed you legs to staf off that feeling of what he would do to you tonight.

“You already know what it is Uce. I got one of the baddest in the game next to me and I’ve been waiting to get my hands on that ass.”

“Ooooo, Jey got all the smoke about you Y/N. You know that ass is viral!!”

Rolling you eyes slightly, you casually smirked as you began to open your mouth. “I got all the smoke behind him too. I’ve been waiting to dig into him for a while.” Your hand left your right thigh as you palmed him through his white sweats, feeling all of his girth.

“Okayyy, Jey how we feeling about that?!!”

“I’m feeling real good about that Uce. Like the feeling is only rising from here.” Removing your hand from his length, you put your head down as you laughed at his comment.

“She bout to be a REALLLL problem Uce!!” Jey’s hand traveled from the back of the couch to your ass as he palmed and massaged it. Returning the favor, you returned your hand back onto his dick.

“Tim, you need to speed this up a little don’t you think?!” Biting your lip and looking Jey dead in his chocolate brown eyes.

“She’s on demon time Jey.”

Jey simply nodded his head at the camera with a smile on his face as you threw your head back in laughter. “But, you gotta show me a little something bae.”

“What you wanna see?!”

Jey intently stared at your chest, barely taking his eyes off of them. “I think he wants to see my tits.” You giggled as you sensually removed your top, letting your breasts out on full display. Jey took a sharp intake of his breath as he admired your ample assets. You played with them first as you stuck your tongue out of your mouth, letting your saliva drip down onto them.

“Why yo ass so scared Jey?!” He quickly snapped out of your trance and gave you a questioning look. “I ain’t ever scared.”

“Prove it.”

Jey dove straight into the middle of your breasts, motorboating himself. You giggled as you took the back of his head into your hands. Things took a sharp turn when he massaged both of your sensitive breasts in his hands and began sucking on each nipples. Covering them in the upmost amount of saliva.

Bringing himself back into an upright position, he sat back and played with your tits. In awe of the dangly Hello Kitty nipple piercing you had on your right tit. “That fuckin’ piercing go crazy Uce, get a closeup on that.” As the cameraman went in to get a closeup, Jey shook your tits from side to side giving himself and the viewers a show.

“He’s having a lot of fun.” Jey gave the camera another sly look as he continued to play with your breasts. “But, I know he’s gonna have more fun with this.” Removing his hands from you, your chest now faces the back of the couch and your knees now pressed up against the seat cushion. You could hear a whistle coming from Jey’s mouth as you gently shook your ass, letting your miniskirt rise showcasing your lovely pink thong.

“This what I’m taking about baby.” Jey bit his lip as his head neared your ass, giving it a wonderful spank, kiss, and caress. “I’m done with this. I’m ready to get in the field.”

“Wow Y/N, I don’t think we’ve ever seen Jey skip over the interview so fast. We got only about four minutes of footage.”

“Four minutes is enough, come baby.” You yelped as Jey took you into his arms and walked to the bed placed off camera.

“I guess I just got the magic touch.”

“Damn right she do. Take that shit off for me mama.”

Tossing you onto the plush bed, you followed his orders and removed your skirt and panties. Your cunt on full display: wet, warm, pink, and soft. You began to play with your pearl as you stared into Jey’s now dark eyes. He slowly started to undo the ties in his sweats. “Keep playing with it baby, I need that pussy real wet when I fuck it.”

Him telling you to continue masturbating in front of him already drove you over the edge, but wanting you real wet when he fucked you, sent you to the moon.

“Unhhh… my pussy’s so wet for you daddy.” Jey was now in his PSD boxers, playing with his clothed cock at the same pace as you. You both stared sensually into each others eyes as Jey finally became nude. Your eyes couldn’t help but to trail down to his massive length, taking in all its magnificent glory.

“Yo ass looking at it real bad, come give it a taste.” Swiftly, you positioned yourself ass up face down as you took his dick into your small hands. Licking at his swollen head, you captured his bead of pre-cum. Closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

Jey’s head leaned back as you enveloped his entire cock into your mouth, all the way to the base. “Fuckkk, that throat ain’t no joke for real.” Not only were you known for your ass, the way you seemed to swallow a dick up so easily was also a topic of discussion.

You sloppily cover his entire length in your saliva, balls and all. You barely even gagged as he reached the back of your throat. Jey’s head lolled back as he revel in the feeling of your throat swallowing him whole like it was nothing. Bobbing your head up and down, twirling circles around his dick, and playing with his balls. “I-I-I-I c-an’t.”

Jey immediately pushed you away as he shivered at the immense amount of pleasure he was receiving, that he had to stop you. “We can’t be going too crazy so fast now. Stay bent over like that baby.” Arching your back even further, Jey assumed the position behind you.

Massaging your ass oh so heavenly. “That ass is something dangerous mama.” Blushing, you began to shake your ass back reaching to feel his dick. He just stood still as he admired your lewd attempts to fuck yourself against him.

Your pussy finally found his cock and you moaned as you gently pushed it into yourself. “Oooo Daddy, that feels so good already.” Jey grabbed your hips in order to get himself inside of you faster. “That pussy so tighttt.”

You bit your lip and looked into the camera as Jey bottomed out into you and began fucking you slowly. “Hey Jey, I swear you got more than that. Give the girl what she wants.”

Jey paused as you looked back at him. “Many girls can’t handle this and then they tap out.”

“I don’t tap out sweetheart. Do your worst.”

Jey pushed your head down into the mattress, as well as pushing your back down slightly more. He spread your legs further and held your juicy hips. He whispered to the camera, “She ain’t ready.”

Jey soon began to absolutely berating your cunt into oblivion. Your nails almost broke as you clawed at the sheets so roughly. Your ass bounced off of his taut abs as if a basketball was being dribbled on a court.

Your screams muffled into the mat as he didn’t cease his ministrations. His hand stayed trained on the back of your head as your nails scratched up his forearm.

“I told you yo’ ass ain’t ready. Tell the world your ass wasn’t ready!!” He pulled your head up as your face was covered in mascara stained tears and forced you to stare into the camera. The cameraman moved to get a closeup. “Tell the world yo’ ass can’t take it.”

Eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head and a big smile on your face, you proudly spoke. “I ca—n take i-i-it wo-rld.” A moan in each break of your sentence as you took Jey’s dick like a champ.

“She lasted longer than the rest, I ain’t gonna lie.” Your head fell back into the sheets as pulled both of your arms to your lower back. You soon began squirting and screaming like a mad woman, nearly as if someone was murdering you.

Well… you were definitely getting murdered in a different way.

“Fuckkkk, baby I’m about to cum. Keep squeezing me just like that.”

Your cunt never stopped clenching as Jey’s cum soon entered your quaking pussy. Jey beat seven hard strokes into your cunt, ensuring that he got every single drop into you.

You shivered as he left the warmth of pussy. You lied back against the bed and but your lip as Jey gave you a sloppy wet kiss.

“How was that guys?!”

“That was cinema.” We said in unison.

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THE END.

I actually think this is my longest fic to date. Why are all my Jey fics so long?!?! I wanna do a Roman fic give some ideas for Big Uce 💝💝🤪!!!

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For All One's Worth (One-Shot)

Here's another request for my friend @welcometo79s <3 She asked me to write about Echo's insecurities and Reader being there to reassure him, to spoil him with compliments, and maybe making some sort of confession. Oh Maker, Echo is the most badass trooper of the GAR, but I can't stop thinking of him going totally soft whenever someone shows him some affection. So have another super soft Echo boi!

The first part (struggles/insecurities/triggering) was inspired by @isthereanechoinhere96 's post and by @/YubNubHub 's (YouTube) shorts on Echo's PTSD overanalysis (part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5).

Summary: when Echo takes a break from his frustrating brothers, you're there to make sure he doesn't need to spend it in solitude Rating: Teen and up Tags: emotional hurt/comfort (insecurity/light triggering of PTSD), fluff (kissing), SFW Words: 2.053k Pairing: TBB Echo x gen!reader Read this one-shot here on AO3

Echo loved his brothers, he really did. But sometimes they made it so hard on him. He was fully aware they didn't mean it like that; they probably didn't even realise the impact their remarks had. He was ever grateful they got him out of his physical and mental prison back at Skako Minor, and his choice to leave Rex for them really meant something. Loyalty was everything, after all.

But some days, Echo wondered if he had been better off staying with Rex. Any shinies might think him a freak, but at least Rex would appreciate his skills, his abilities; his worth. Now he felt like he was stuck with hurtful pun after derogatory remark.

For instance, the one time where Crosshair had made an unsubtle remark about the so-called incompetence of having just one hand. They were setting up for a mission and some crates needed to be loaded onto the Marauder.

“Gonna need some help with these,” Crosshair had shot at his brothers, not really being a question, but more of a statement. When Echo had volunteered, Crosshair granted him an almost scornful look, silently turning the toothpick around in the corner of his mouth before continuing. “Yeah, gonna need two hands,” was his sneering reply before turning around and leaving Echo behind in astonishment.

During a recent mission in some seedy city, it had been something Wrecker had said. The squad was chasing down a Palliduvan bounty hunter to avoid a suspected assassination attempt. Even during nighttime, her chalky-white skin was hard to miss in the neon-lit streets and alleys.

When they nearly lost her in the crowd, the uncanny reflection of the lights on her skin revealed her position. A rumble from Wrecker's throat gave away his amusement before he shouted the words: “She's even paler than Echo!”

Echo's helmet concealed his unamused expression, but he made his feelings clear by bumping into Wrecker and granting him a frustrated shrug. “Come on Echo, snap out of it,” Wrecker huffed in amusement, before continuing his pursuit.

Another time it had been Tech, whilst the both of them were waiting in the ship's cockpit. With his best intentions, he had triggered something in Echo; something he wasn't keen on recalling.

“Do not move,” Tech’s voice, suddenly obnoxiously close to him, came out of nowhere. Before Echo could realise what his brother was up to, Tech was wielding a tool towards his scomp. A flash of blue light and a hissing sound made him relive Skakoan moments he would rather forget.

In shock, Echo pushed Tech away with a crude movement, making his brother look up in irritation. “Kriff, Tech, you could have warned me,” Echo shot at him, his voice higher than usual, a slight tremble in it. Tech readjusted his goggles whilst granting him a serious look. “I did. I said, ‘do not move’,” he elaborated, not sure why his words had been unclear.

Echo was trying to regain himself, but his chest was still heaving from heavy breathing. “What were you even trying to accomplish?” he asked his brother, blinking his eyes to forget the images behind them, to get a grip on reality. “I was merely trying to improve your prosthetic, so it might be in better use to aid the squad,” Tech stated, before turning around to work on some other project. Ah yes, always putting the squad ahead of oneself; how considerate of Tech.

And just now, it was Hunter. Echo couldn't even remember what it was he needed from the sergeant. He blamed himself anyway, because it was probably bad timing on his part; Hunter had retreated inside the Marauder for a reason. His enhanced senses would often cause a sensory overload, causing him to withdraw to recover and reclaim himself.

It was probably the sound of Echo's leg prosthetics that triggered the sergeant, resulting in a low groan. “Just.. need some solitude, Echo,” he grunted at his brother, making Echo stop in his steps. He could understand Hunter’s reasoning, but the thought of solitude made him stiffen.

Despite Hunter's migraine, he noticed his brother's shift in demeanour. With visible guilt written on his pained face, he turned around and tried facing Echo from behind a tensed frown. “I'm sorry, it's just- it's like electroshock torture,” he attempted describing his pain through gritted teeth, trying to push back the headache. “I'll, er- leave you to it,” Echo replied softly, slightly taken aback, before turning around and leaving the sergeant alone - and being plagued with his own thoughts.

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Echo found some place away from the ship and the squad. Not because he wanted to be alone in particular, but because he just needed a break from his brothers. The night sky was clear, painted with dark shades of blue and purple, adorned by brightly shining stars; but its beauty was currently lost on Echo.

“Need some company?” Your soft voice startled him, and he looked at you warily, as if you had shaken him from his thoughts. He was still searching for words when you continued, not wanting to put him in any discomfort, since it seemed he was already struggling enough. “I can just sit here in silence with you, if you'd like.” His face softened before he allowed a faint smile. “It's alright. I've spent enough time alone with my thoughts.”

Unlike his brothers, you understood him immediately. “Well then, anything you'd feel like sharing? Something you want off your chest?” you said softly, not trying to push him, but you wanted to let him know he wasn't alone - and didn't need to be. And when he looked at you, noticing the most comforting smile on your face, he instantly knew he wasn't.

“It's just the boys.. They.. They don't understand sometimes. They-” He interrupted himself to cast a glassy look at his mechanical arm, turning it in front of his eyes without really taking it in. Until you gently put your hand on it, snapping him from his thoughts.

“You know what? We all go through different ordeals, experiencing different hardships, and we all respond to them in our own ways. You cannot blame them for that, but most importantly, you shouldn't blame yourself for it,” you tried comforting him. He looked at you, his brows in a furrowed frown, his lips slightly parted, his eyes taking you in as you continued.

“Don't take it so hard on yourself. We all know what a formidable ARC trooper you are. What a considerate brother, and the best friend one could wish for. There is no need to prove yourself every minute.” You smiled at him, gently squeezing his mechanical arm where your hand still laid, although the gesture was lost on him. “Besides, they're not perfect either; none of us are. But you're too good to point it out to them. I really appreciate that about you.”

For a moment, you noticed a blush appearing on his pale cheeks, before he turned away his gaze and shook his head in denial. “At least they don't have any prosthetics or implants holding them back. And apart from those, what else am I besides just another clone?”

“Let me stop you right there,” you said sharply, cutting off any more negative thoughts that might haunt him. His eyes widened when you briefly cupped his chin in your hand to turn his gaze back at you. “As far as I’m aware, there is only one hero of Anaxes,” you smiled at him, the corner of your mouth almost curling into a smirk.

He chuffed, nearly certain you were just bringing it up to make him feel better. “I wouldn't have been if it hadn't been for Rex and the squad,” he mumbled softly, almost unintelligible, but you noticed he wasn't sounding as gloomy as before. You softly bumped your elbow against him. “Yes, but your actions made it possible to secure the shipyards. You saved a lot of brothers that day, Echo.”

He blinked at you for a moment, as if he didn't believe the sincerity of your words. But you weren't done yet. “And you know what? I think after your bumpy start and struggles, it is most admirable you've made it to ARC trooper. And let me tell you: you're an example and inspiration to others.”

Echo looked at you in silence whilst you expressed your admiration for him, describing your favourite moments and movements as him being an ARC trooper. As your face was radiating and your eyes shining, making wild, enthusiastic gestures with your hands to support your ardent speech, his lips slowly slid into a discreet appreciative smile.

You turned back towards him when you were finishing your passionate speech. "So no, you're not just another clone. You're ARC trooper Echo, and the best thing that could have happened to this squad and the Republic. The best thing that could have happened to me," you smiled at him, and when you realised you said the last sentence out loud, a warm feeling washed over you.

Echo looked at you for another silent moment, the corners of his mouth pushing his cheeks slightly upwards because of the smile he could no longer hide. You noticed a flicker in his eyes, as they finally shone in confidence again. "You mean that?" he asked you softly, without averting his gaze from yours. “Every word,” you replied in a whisper, before moving closer.

His heartbeat rose instantly; this time not from triggering memories, but because of your presence, you closing in on him. “You know, I, er- No one said something like.. Like that to me before,” he stammered nervously, his eyes darting around restlessly. You put your hand on his cheek in an attempt to ease his nerves. "Do I.. Do I need to repeat myself?" you asked slowly, your lips sliding into a playful smirk. “Not sure if I can handle any more praise,” he chuckled at you, as you felt him relaxing below your touch. You gently caressed his cheek with your thumb before continuing: “Too bad, because you deserve it.”

You moved in a bit closer again, whilst your gazes were still locked. “Have I ever told you about your eyes?” you whispered, the planet around you starting to blur as you had only eyes for him. “What about my eyes?” he replied softly, blinking a few times, afraid something was wrong with them. You chuffed amusedly before continuing. “I’ve never seen another clone with such eyes. Yours have the most beautiful golden glow, and I love how you make them shine with determination. How these little lights dance in them whenever I talk to you. I could just.. Just watch them forever.” You slowly tilted your head, even more mesmerised by his eyes than usual, now that they were this close.

Echo swallowed, making your focus shift to his mouth. “And those lips, you know..,” you smiled at him. “What.. What about my lips?” he muttered, not daring to make any movement, afraid he would spoil the moment. But you had his back. “Not sure yet, let me check,” you whispered, before wetting your lips and leaning forward, closing the gap between the two of you.

Your heart skipped a beat when your lips touched, how they briefly brushed against each other before you finally pressed them together. You felt how all the tension left in him melted away in a heartbeat as he indulged into your kiss. Your hand, still on his cheek, slid to the back of his head when you felt him wrapping his arm around your lower back to hold you, to move you closer. Everything around you just disappeared.

After the most soft and tender kissing, you both pulled away hesitantly to look each other in the eyes again. “So.. What do you make of them?” Echo asked softly, the tips of your noses almost touching, as the both of you weren’t ready yet to pull away any further. “They’re perfect. I could.. I could just kiss them forever,” you replied with the most genuine smile on your face. Echo swallowed before mustering the courage to continue his questioning. “Could you.. Could you repeat that?” You chuckled softly before wrapping your arms around his neck. “With pleasure,” you whispered before you moved in for more.

Please put me in Reader's position here? Please?

Echo taglist: @welcometo79s @covert1ntrovert

[fandoms--fluff]

hiii

i saw ur reqs were open and i love ur work so

can you write a fic where the mikaelsons have another daughter whos a teen, whos missing hope when she's at the salvatore school but like the teens also like super sarcastic with her parents. anyways she misses hope like crazy and so her parents surprise reader with hope coming home early from school or something??

sorry the req is sooo long

Surprise Visit

Flufftober, October 5th

Younger Mikaelson sister reader x Hope Mikaelson (+ Hayley & Klaus)

Warnings: None

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"Are we doing anything?" You jump onto the couch next to where your Mom and Dad. "Ugh, gross" You pull a face at them cuddling.

"Y/n" Hayley says, sighing. "What? How do I know you guys weren't making out before I walked in" They just stared at you, Klaus raising his eyebrows. "OH! Gross! That is disgusting" You shimmied down to the other end of the couch.

"You have to remember there is still one minor who lives here" You groan.

Klaus and Hayley give each other a knowing look before turning their heads back to you. "What?" You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion.

"I think we have a plan for today, come on, Love" Klaus stands with Hayley. "Go grab some activities to do in the car and meet us out there" Hayley instructs you.

"What is happening?" You question, also standing up. "You'll see" Hayley smirks and follows Klaus to the door.

"Weirdos" You mumble while jugging up the stairs to your bedroom. You swear some of the time your parents are just getting weirder and weirder each day Hope is away at her school.

You wish she was here to witness this. It would be fun to have someone around your own age around the house again. The closest you get to it is when Uncle Kol is over with Auntie Davina and you guys get into some mischief. But it's always shut down when your Dad or Uncle Elijah get wind of it.

"So, can you tell me where we're going or whatever the hell we're doing?" You climb into the backseat moving into the middle and lean through the two front seats where your parents are sitting.

"You'll see when we get there" Klaus tells you and places a kiss on the side of your head. "Now buckle up" He tells you.

You huff and sling the backpack from your shoulder to the one side of the back seat while you sit on the other side, behind where your Mom's sitting in the passenger seat.

Klaus starts the engine and drives out of the driveway and onto the road. You pull out the dinosaur coloring book and crayons from your backpack and get to coloring a T-rex page.

"You still have that book?" Hayley turns around to see what your scuffling around back there for.

"Of course I do. Dinos are awesome" You tell her as if it's obvious. "Ask Dad, he was there when they were still around" You smirk.

"I'm not opposed to ground you right this moment" Klaus warns, hating your old man jokes. He's had to listen to at least thousands of them through the time when you've been the only child at the house.

"How are you supposed to do that in a moving vehicle?" You snark back. Klaus' mouth shuts, lips pursed. Hayley stifles a chuckle from leaving her mouth. "See! Mom thinks I'm funny" You inform him before going back to colouring the T-rex.

In between colouring in your colouring book, reading a comic book, and listening to your music, you fell asleep against the car window.

You're startled awake when you hear car doors closing and your own opening, making your head slip down. "Ow" You mutter, getting startled from the sudden movement.

"Where are we?" You look up to where your parents are standing outside your door. "Come on out and see for yourself" Hayley undoes your seatbelt. "You can leave your things in the car for the timebeing" your dad informs you.

"Okay" You say suspiciously. Slwoly you climb out of the car and take in your surroundings. You look to the left and see the massive boarding school. The same school your sister goes to.

"Wait. Really?!" You look over to yourf parents, excitemnt lighting up your face.

"Yeah, go ahead, sweetheart" Hayley affirms.

You nod to them and run off to the entrance of the school. As soon as you get inside you quickly make your way up to your older sister's dorm. As soon as it comes into sight, you madly knock on the door.

Hope snaps her head up from her textbook at the sound of some crazy person knocking on her door. She stand from her desk chair and walks to the door, opening it.

Before she could process who's at the door, she gets attacked with a hug. She looks down and realizes it's you. She chuckles and wraps her arms back around you, hugging you back just as tight.

After a long moment, you pull away, "I missed you" You mumble. "Awh, I missed you too, Y/n/n" She welcomes you into her room and closes the door behind you.

"Is Mom and Dad here too?" She asks. "Yeah, I left them as soon as we got here. Well, as soon as I realized where we were. Wait a second, did you know about this?" You point her stuffed bunny that was sitting on her bead at her in questioning.

"I may have" She smiles at you and sits next to you on her bed. "Thank you" You say earnestly. "Of course, I could tell by the way you've been texting me you've been going crazy there" She ruffles your hair in amusement.

"Oh shush" You try and hide the embarrassment and blush forming on your face.

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Bacta and Bandages Chp.7 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 6. Chapter 8.

Grief

CW: Slow burn, Two fools trying to ignore their crushes, Grief, Loss, talk of dead friend, death, crying, emotional break down, talk of unfair treatment of clones, Rex is a SWEETHEART, Reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), reader is a doctor, if I miss a tag LMK!

Tag List (Thank you for liking my writing <3): @arctrooper69 @heavenseed76 @ghostlyembassy

Announcement: Field Surgeon Ferrum of the 107th legion has fallen in battle.

Service to be held in 3 standard rotations on Coruscant, Republic military base

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. All medical personnel in the GAR were connected via networks and communications. It was to keep tabs on the overall health of the army and swap medical advice. You didn’t know every single doctor and medic, but you knew this one. 

Doctor Ferria Ferrum. A fierce, hard working togruta with a bit of a sarcastic streak. You worked with them at your former hospital on Coruscant, before the war. They left to join the army before you. You hadn’t seen them since they left that day, but you’ve exchanged messages if the holo allowed. 

“Doctor?” Kix’s hand was on your shoulder, “Are you alright?”

Oh. right. You opened the holo on your desk in the medical bay. With a nod, you closed the message, “...Yes, I am.” You stood, meeting Kix’s eye, “I’m alright.”

He didn’t seem entirely convinced, but nodded anyway, “If you need a minute to…grieve…”

You took a deep breath to steady your emotions, “No, I’m good to work. If I need to step away, I will.”

The two of you returned to work. There were still many injured from the second battle of Geonosis. Many to the point where The Resolute had to dock at a medical space station. Not to mention Ahsoka’s run-in with a brain-invading worm.

The poor girl has a fever and chills from freezing an entire ship to slow the parasites down. 

It was clear, you couldn’t go to the memorial service. There was too much to do. You’d have to grieve alone this time. 

As you made your rounds, you tried not to think about it. You were at war, losses were expected. You needed to steel your heart and keep going. 

So you did. 

That was, until Ahsoka mentioned something, “Doctor..?” She mumbled, “Are you ok?” The padawan was buried under blankets, and the fever medicine made her drowsy. Her eyes were half closed from sleepiness, “You seem…sad.”

“How do you know I'm sad?” you asked, keeping your voice as calm as you could. Right now, you were replenishing the fluid IV that you gave the togruta.

“The Force.” was her blunt response. 

Damnit.

You frowned as you checked her temperature, “I was just informed a colleague of mine had died in battle,” Your eyes were focused as you prepared medicine to ease her fever, “And there’s too much to do here for me to go to Coruscant for the memorial.”

Ahsoka matched your frown, “You should go.” 

“I have a responsibility here,” You gave her a small, hollow smile, “Besides, I prefer being here. With you, Rex, Anakin and the other soldiers.”

The padawan nodded slowly, shifting to lay on her side, “Everyone is glad you're here…with the 501st.”

For some reason, her words twisted your heart and made tears blur your vision. Maybe the shock finally wore off and the grief hit you. Maybe it was just the fact that the teen was honest and pure in her words. Maybe it was a reassurance that you unknowingly needed about your place among the troopers. 

Either way, you had to turn and wipe away your tears, “Thank you, Ahsoka…” your voice cracked before you cleared your throat, “Get some rest. I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you.”

She nodded groggily before you hurried from the medical bay. You needed to get away from anything medicine related. It reminded you too much of the places where you and Ferria spent time together.

You managed to find an empty storage area. Armor and helmets were stacked neatly on shelves, but you paid it all no mind.

The door was closed and a hand was over your mouth to cry in less than a minute. You leaned against the door, sinking to the floor to weep as quietly as you could. The tears felt hot against your skin as your sadness overwhelmed you, clouding your mind. 

You gave yourself 10 minutes. 10 minutes to cry. 10 minutes to let yourself feel. 

Then you had to get back-

“-Half of the doctors on this station are leaving for this damn service.” 

Through the metal door, you could hear the passing words of several troopers. Despite your state, you listened. 

“The 212th medic is leaving too, it's ridiculous. All because they’re a nat-born.” 

“If that doctor was a clone, no one would bat an eye-”

Their words faded off into nothing as they passed the door and continued down the hall. It hurt, knowing how they left. 

But they were right.

How many clones died on the field only to be forgotten? How many good troopers had perished to be left to rot in the dirt? 

They were right. If Ferria wasn’t a torgruta, if they were a clone, this service wouldn’t be happening on Coruscant. Their body would have been left behind, to remain on some unknown planet. 

 If you fell in battle, you’d be given a memorial. Your body would be collected if possible and you’d be given a proper burial. All because you were nat-born. An outsider among clones. Your status gave you special treatment and power you didn’t mean to have.

It wasn’t fair. You knew that.

But it still hurt to hear. 

At some point you moved away from the door, leaning against the wall. The cold metal felt icy on your skin as you let your tears fall. You stopped weeping, just staring ahead to cry silently. 

You had to return to work. After all, there were probably some troopers who needed bandages changed, or painkillers to sleep as they healed. Kix could handle it, but it was your job. You couldn’t shut down because of Ferria’s death. The clones weren’t allowed to break, so why should you?

Maker, it was hard to move.

Your motivation was shot. All you needed was just…a few minutes to recharge. Process. That's all…

You could hear the steps and mumbles of the soldiers as they passed through the hall. The galaxy was moving on as if nothing happened. In the grand scheme of the war and life, it was true. That was the reality of it all. 

Ferria was a small piece in this war. And for the first time in a while, you asked yourself a single question.

What’s the point of all of this?

“What should we do? A holo-card maybe?” You opened your eyes, hearing the discussion between two more troopers. Seemed everyone on the ship and medical station were talking about the funeral service. 

Ferria was well liked at the hospital. Perhaps they made a lot more friends in the army than you thought. 

The other one didn’t sound entirely interested in the conversation, “Nothing. I’m sure the doc is fine. They probably didn’t even know that field surgeon.”

“But we don’t know that! Why not-”

“Whatever it is you two are doing, move on.” Rex’s voice cut between the troopers like a knife, “Get to your duties.” 

“Yes sir.” 

After a few moments, the door to the storage closet opened. You looked up, coming face-to-face with the captain of the 501st. He had sympathy written all over his face. 

“Hi.” you croaked, “I’m sorry, I know I should get back to the medical bay, I just needed a minute.”

He closed the door and locked it behind him before stepping towards you to sit down, “It's alright. Kix is handling it. Are you ok?”

You nodded, feeling a deep pain in your chest.

“I want the truth.” he deadpanned. 

Slowly, you shook your head, “Not really, no. Ferria was a friend of mine.” The Captain wanted honesty and you didn’t feel the need to lie to him. 

“I’m sorry,” Rex put a hand on your shoulder. He didn’t say more. He didn’t need to. 

“No, I’m sorry. Half the doctors on the medical station are leaving,” you murmured, “So for the next few rotations the troopers need to wait longer for medical care. And I know that’s upsetting them.”

Rex gave you a confused and concerned look. 

“I overheard some of them talking.” You informed the Captain, “So it’s a good thing I’m staying, I suppose.”

The Captain sighed, “If you feel the need to go-.”

“It’s not fair.” You snapped, vision blurring, “No, it's not fair.” Tears streamed down your cheeks again, “Ferria gets a memorial. A whole funeral, but what about the soldiers they died with? What about the clones!?” You figured out the agony that's settled in your chest.

It was guilt.

Guilt for mourning so deeply. Guilt for Ferria’s special treatment. Guilt for knowing when you died, you’d have the same respectful ceremony while the clones would be forgotten. 

“I mean, here I am, crying like a child after losing one person” You hissed, anger and frustration burning you as much as the grief did, “Meanwhile, how many brothers did you lose on Geonosis!? How many of those good men will get the same respect? A funeral? A memorial service?” 

The 501st captain remained silent, worry clear in his brown eyes as you ranted.

“It's not fair to you or anyone else for me to fall apart. I can’t-!” Your emotional rambling was stopped abruptly by Rex pulling you into a tight hug. You were taken off guard for a second before wrapping your arms around him to return the embrace. 

“Don’t use your energy crying over the memorials and funerals we won't get,” Rex murmured, “Use your energy to remember those of us who fall in battle. Remember their names. Who they were.” 

Your crying started up again, and you buried your face into the plastoid of his shoulder. He was warm. Warm and protective. You felt safe enough to break apart in his arms.

“It’s alright to grieve for your comrade, just as I grieve for my brothers.” His tone was patient and kind as he whispered to you, “Don’t shove away your feelings for our benefit. It’s alright to feel this way, just like you always tell us when we’re overwhelmed, hurt or upset.” 

Of course he’d use your own words on you. On several occasions he’d witness you calm a trooper down from a panic attack. Or wipe their tears as they cried from a nightmare or loss. You’d always say the same thing as you comforted them.

It’s alright to feel this way.

Rex let you cry out your grief. You shook and sobbed as he ran his hands up and down your back. 

The sting of loss was a painful one. He knew that all too well. But he kept his head held high, in order to be strong for the rest of his brothers.

You tried to do the same.

He held you tightly, keeping you close for all long as you needed. Luckily, he locked the door so no one could intrude on such a vulnerable moment. 

Minutes later you took a calming breath, pulling away to wipe away your tears. After a second you used your sleeve to dry the wet spot on his armor, “Sorry, I cried on your armor.”

Rex snorted, “It’s fine. There's been worse on this plastoid.”

You let out a soft laugh, looking at him. Perhaps it was how tired your brain was, but you broke into exhausted giggles. He did as well, though, most likely faking it to make you feel better. His arms were still loosely around you, not quite realizing how nice it made you feel. 

“Thank you,” you croaked, regretfully pulling away. Rex stood, offering you a hand, which you took.

He gave you a soft and understanding look, “Are you going to be alright?” He had a hand on your upper arm, giving a comforting squeeze. 

With a nod, you rubbed the back of your neck, “I will be. I just…needed a few minutes.” You took a deep breath, “I’m good now. Again, thank you Rex.”

His eyes were on you, but after a second he nodded, “Alright…But if you need anything, find me.” 

Your smile was small and hollow, “You as well, for anything, ok?” You walked to the door and opened it. The hallway was bright compared to the dark storage room you had found shelter in, giving you pause to let your eyes adjust. With another sigh, you stepped out and made your way back to the medical bay. 

As soon as you returned, you were met with quiet. Injured, recovering clones were asleep. Ahsoka was out cold from both the fever and the medicine. Kix was stocking up one of the cabinets, and he gave you a nod in greeting when you arrived.

Once you returned to your desk, you were greeted with a folded piece of flimsi. On it were the written words of ‘Sorry for Your Loss.’

You took the card in your hands and opened in. inside were the signed names of so many soldiers. Among them were the names of General Skywalker and Admiral Yularen.

Jesse, Kix, Oddball, Fisher, Jamie, Reign, Redeye, Hardcase, Echo, Fives, and countless more…

Your fingers traced over the written letters, a smile on your lips. You read them all, feeling your heart become lighter with each name. 

“Thank you, Kix.” You looked up at him, “Thank you.”

He smirked, not looking away from the bottles in his hands before putting them away, “You can thank the Captain. It was his idea, he got the announcement too and remembered you knew Dr.Ferrum.”

You looked back at the card, thumb ghosting over one more name, written neatly near the center. 

Rex.

[swee7dream]

ilichil as agere caregivers ! nct 127 x f!reader

warnings feminine nicknames dni if you sexualize age regression in any way . author's note i guess this is my opening to start writing cg!127 and cg!wayv ! mahae can be found here and winwin's headcanons can be found in wayv's when it's out .

seo youngho (￢‿￢ )

you got him wrapped around your finger! not that he’ll ever admit it

saw a cute dress? he got it for you. your stuffie’s arm ripped? he’s learning to sew for you.

purposefully hides pieces of the puzzle you’re building and feigns innocence just to see you get mad when you find out his schemes

“how’d that happen?” he pouts, cocking his head to the side.

if he every truly upsets you, he’s quick to apologize, pulling you into his arms and leaving kisses all over your cheeks until you’re laughing again because it tickles so much and he’s holding you so tight you can’t get away!

johnny loves being called daddy! he’s your daddy and you’re his babygirl!

loves cheesy, old-fashioned nicknames like honeybun, buttercup, cupcake… he just thinks you’re sweet, is what he’s trying to say

he loves when you sit on his lap and show him the coloring pages you finished while he was gone. he’ll make up stories off them like the purple elephant that wants to be a trapeze for the circus!

another big fan of playing pretend

his favorite game is dinosaurs, stomping around the house in slow motion with an evil toothy grin. you always manage to sneak away from his t-rex arms somehow but he’ll get you one day!

but johnny isn’t just a big goof. he knows when to put his foot down and is more 50-50 with it rather than taeil’s 90-10.

“i said no. put that back, please.”

his serious voice never fails to cause a shiver up your spine, settling you down within seconds.

when you finally decided to tell johnny, it took a minute for him to understand what exactly age regression is but kept the line of communication open. very open.

once, you were at work and your screen lit up with a message notification from him reading ‘do you like pacifiers?’

you almost beat him up

lee taeyong (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

worrywart !

doesn’t wanna make your regression feel even the slightest bit off. prioritizes your safety and comfort

at the beginning, taeyong as a cg can be seen as… a bit much

in preparation for his first time caring for you when small, he bought so many things. just anything he saw mentioned just once in all of his research of agere.

from itty bitty gear to middle/teen gear, bubu bought it all. if you don’t use any gear at all and have the ice cold heart to tell him so, you watch the color drain from his face.

poor guy

he just likes to be prepared. there’s nothing he likes more than a good plan.

cooking together is always so much fun. never lets you near the knives or heat but likes to keep you around to be his taste tester!

“what do you think, sweet pea?” “so yummy, bubu!”

loves doing crafts with you, particularly finger painting. you do it regularly, always forgetting that taeyong’s going to make you take a bath when the two of you end up with paint all over your faces and clothes

if you are allow it, taeyong is great with bathtimes !! he’s got rubber duckies and bath crayons to play with while he washes your hair.

cackles like a witch with a cauldron when adding a bathbomb to the bathtub, saying he’s preparing ‘baby soup’

“mommy, stop bein’ creepy.” “sorry, bug (っ- ‸ – ς)”

nakamoto yuta (￣ω￣)

“so yeah, it was just me and this big panther booking it down the forest to get away from this bear.” “and then?!” “i dunno i made it up :3”

an evil, evil man that takes advantage of your imagination during your tiny time to make up stories only to not finish them!

“what do you think would’ve happened next, baby?”

evil, but a good storyteller that gives you ideas for games nearly everyday you suppose….

loves playing dress up and salon

learned to do your hair! it’s an ongoing process… how did you end up with one low bun and one high? don’t ask

your breath hitches because he pulled a little too tight and he drops everything. are you okay? are you crying? he’s sorry, so so sorry. you know what? let’s have ice cream for dinner

likes listening to acid black cherry while doing your (v-kei) makeup! lets you sit on his lap when its your turn to do his

“daddy’s making you a total rockstar, baby.”

lets you draw on him! might get one (or several) of your doodles tattooed on his skin permanently just because he likes it so much

cuddling is his true life’s passion. takes out all the pillows and blankets in the house to make a pillow fort for movie nights. if he has any left over he uses them to wrap you up into a burrito

kim dongyoung （´▽｀）

just smile and wave, doyoung, smile and wave

maybe he shouldn’t have introduced you to his friends… they help add to your mischievous streak

“bunny? kangaroo! …pogo stick?” “doie… ‘s obviously you.” “me?” “yeah! when you can’t get the stuff on the top shelf at the the store so you did like this. ‘member? doie so bad at charades...” “:D ?!”

simultaneously the most competitive and worst player when it comes to video games

says he’s gonna win as you load up animal crossing like ….? okay gramps

hates when you call him that so you do it as much as possible because you live to displease

always knows the right thing to say when you’re feeling big feelings that feel only bigger when you’re small

treats you like you’re made of porcelain, his fingers delicately wiping your tears away silently.

never tells you to not cry or to stop, just tries to makes the process of feeling your emotions as easy as possible by making sure you’re drinking as much water as you’re crying out and making sure nothing could trigger you further

when you first told him about your regression you weren’t sure what his reaction was gonna be. he just stared dead at you in silence for like 8 minutes and then whispered “yeah… that makes sense” to himself

what is that supposed to mean? you know as well as i

jeong yunoh o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

he really just wants you to think he’s cool

that’s his main thing. of course, you being comfortable and happy is first, but you thinking he’s cool is a close second

most of his cg work is actually done behind the scenes; trying recipes, researching agere tips, and learning different crafts so that when you’re finally little again he can see the sweet, sweet sight of your awe

if you two planned for you to have some tiny time after a long time spent without regressing because overwhelming stress and responsibilities, you can bet on jaehyun to have organized an entire mermaid scavenger hunt in your home at a 6pm on a wednesday evening

the reward is always a ticket for something like a veggie-free night or a warm hug (he’ll give them to you whether you have one or not)

he calls them baby tickets

yes, that’s really what he calls them. yes, he chose the name himself.

there’s a reason you don’t let him name your dolls or stuffies

you tried once, this is basically how it went:

“hyunnie, what you think?” “it’s a bear… and pink… what about bearie? like strawberry and bear. bearie, haha. get it?” “…”

likes being called mister! but it’s actually rare for you to call him anything other than hyunnie

“say ‘please’ and i’ll think about it.” “please, mist-”

he’s already swiping his card

dong sicheng ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

read here (when it’s published) !

kim jungwoo (☆^ー^☆)

the silliest!!!!! how can you not love snoopy

your number one supporter in every single thing.

“the way you colored the sky with cerulean blue instead of the standard blue is just a peek into the artistic genius mind you have, my dear. how is every single art piece of yours just flawless?”

your babbles? “you don’t say! you know, i never did like that scoundrel…”

loves playing doggy! he could be cleaning around the house but if you slip that dog ear headband on him he’ll drop everything to entertain you.

he’s shattered a few plates...

he’s the most loyal friend you could have. he herds all your sheep plushies together and sniffs out the clues to help you solve the mysteries!

he also lets you doodle on his face. he’s just so easy-going it doesn’t matter what. whiskers? meow! mustache? hm, yes, it’s quite becoming of him, he thinks. you stuck some gem stickers on his cheeks? he’s an alien from the moon.

likes playing pretend much more than playing with toys.

sulky when you choose to play with your dolls rather than him. when he’s literally right there!!! your best friend :(( your buddy :((

i don’t know how else to describe this other than a dog-like caregiver

energy is always up, even when its bedtime which can be counterproductive sometimes. although? not completely? he definitely helps you tire yourself out until you’re knocked out on the couch

his nickname for you is giggles !! your giggles are his favorite thing in the whole wide world and makes sure to tell you that often.

lee minhyung (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

read here !

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

read here !

extra ! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

cg!johnny+yuta is being hit with whiplash every two seconds because they can either be the sweetest people ever or pranksters from the deepest depth of WICKEDNESS AND DARKNESS. they always, always, always tag team too, so it’s not like you can run to one when they other is trying to tickle you to death

cg!jeno+jungwoo is what happens when a baby is left alone with an old, tired dog (jeno) and his younger brother that has all the energy in the world (jungwoo)

cg!taeyong+doyoung has the same power imbalance as djj, leaving doyoung groveling at the ground even when he’s supposed to be the one taking care of the others

[nasturtiumloom]

Hi! I was just wondering if I can request Rex splode dating fem!reader who’s like raven from dc? :D

hello ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ ! i decided to do some mini headcanons for this one

rex splode x fem raven like! reader ‧₊˚🍊༉‧₊˚.

headcanons contain: uhmm idk just fluff!!

i feel like before you guys were dating he’d be so drawn to how mysterious and hot you looked when he first saw you making him follow you around everywhere, before he got his attitude beaten out of him by monster girl you almost did it yourself by how annoying he was getting with his flirting and jerk personality.

would always try to make you crack at least a smile with his cheesy pick up lines or a dumb joke he saw off reddit. If it didn’t work he’d get all pouty, but if it did you would never hear the end of it from him.

if you were apart of the teen team he’d probably beg you to make him fly with you when going into a fight, his reason? an awesome entrance.

DEFINITELY would brag about you to invincible or dupli-kate. Or just have his arm around your waist 24/7 can’t let anyone gawk at you without knowing you’re his!! (ง'̀-'́)ง

“can your girlfriend fly and look super hot doing it? oh wait, you don’t have a girlfriend!!” and would burst out laughing in front of poor mark, one hit upside the head from you and he’s acting like a baby.

"Hey, at least my girlfriend isn't a thousand years old!" Rex quipped with a smirk, earning an eye roll and groan from dupli-kate. "I mean, I like 'em timeless, but not that timeless." once again earning another smack upside the head. (·•᷄∩•᷅ )

rex would be your biggest cheerleader while you guys are fighting beside each other, but would still jump in front of any danger to protect you, and as you scold him while patching up his wounds, he could only focus on how hot you look in your suit. (¬_¬")

speaking about your suit you’d always find him gawking at you, practically drooling! or his hand squeezing your thigh and when you snap him out of it you’d get a response like “sorry babe, i can’t help it when my girlfriend is so sexy.” chuckling at your cringing face.

even though he would insist on going out he doesn’t mind settling for a simple movie night, cuddling under the covers, eating fast food, trying not to fall asleep not even halfway through the movie, and if he got caught sleeping he’d play it off with kissing you on the lips, easy way to get your forgiveness!

Rex shows his affection through small, thoughtful gestures, like bringing you your favorite tea or surprising you with a new book, earning him a kiss! ٩(ᵔᗜᵔ*)و

you caught him once wearing your cape and laughed at him as it got stuck while he tried to take it off, forever that memory being engraved in your mind.

he’d listen to you read from your books, having his full attention, but would end up asleep on your stomach, he loves your voice! it’s soo soothing for him.

while you guys lay in bed he’d always ask you to play with his hair, your hands feel like magic (pun might be intended..) that he melts in them and immediately passes out snoring.

and while you guys sleep he’d be totally clingy and stay like that the whole night, absolutely smothered by him, and if you push him off in the middle of the night because you feel like you’re in an oven. You’d wake up again to his arms wrapped around you and his face in the crook of your neck and his legs tangled in yours.

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this was not proofread so if you see something dumb do NOT mention it to me i’ll get embarrassed and explode ૮(˶x ཀ x˶)ა

hope u enjoyed, baii ><

🍊.

[zoeykallus]

Could we get the Batch when their future s/o gets hit by their family? Either the Batch walks in on their f!s/o being hit repeatedly, or maybe the f!s/o coming back from being around their family and trying to hide their bruises and wounds from the Batcher? Either would be super appreciated!

Aloha!

Every time I get an ask like this, I shudder. I hope you are in a safe place and not subject to this kind of abuse in any way! I had different kinds of asks about abuse before. The Bad Batch x Reader HC - Get Rid Of A Toxic Friend

The Bad Batch Headcanons - Reacting To Abuse Of A Minor (Teen)

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HC's - To Be Heard

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs - The Obsessive Ex (The Creep)

But not with this exact circumstances. Honestly, I feel uncomfortable doing this in a way, but it seems like there maybe people out there, needing something like this, so I'm just going to pull through.

The Bad Batch x F!Reader HCs - Familial Abuse

(Trigger) Warnings: Physical Abuse/Injuries/Hurt/Comfort

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Situation:

It's date night, but you have bruises and injuries that are hard to hide. When you want to cancel the date, your batcher hears on the comm that something is wrong and insists on seeing you at least briefly. He wants to make sure that everything is okay. You feel uncomfortable and try to hide most of it with make up and clothes, but you are not sure if it works.

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Hunter

He immediately sees that something is wrong, he senses it in your nervous, reserved manner, your posture and then your scarf slips, and he sees bruises on your neck.

He frowns very critically and carefully takes off your sunglasses, revealing the black eye that you have tried to cover more poorly than not with makeup.

You feel his mood shift. He's incredibly concerned, and underneath that concern simmers anger, not at you, but at the trigger of your injuries.

"Who was that?"

The question is simple, but somehow it sends chills down your spine. The usual lies run through your head, that you fell down, were attacked by a stranger, or a speeder accident, but you say something completely different to him, to your own surprise.

"My family… is a little difficult."

His brows shoot up.

"Excuse me, what? Your family did this?"

You hesitate, not knowing what to answer, you open your mouth but close it again and lower your head. You feel ashamed and helpless.

Hunter gently grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

"Let me see."

He eyes you for a moment, then sighs softly, grabs your hand and says, "Come with me."

On the Marauder, he tends to your wounds with baccta. He has locked the two of you in the cockpit, so you can have a little peace from his brothers.

Suddenly, you hear him say, "You shouldn't go there anymore".

"Home?"

"This could be your home"

You laugh softly and ask with a smile, "The Marauder? There's barely room for you guys here, how am I supposed to fit in?"

He takes a deep breath and says, "I'll talk to Cid, have her withhold a portion of my pay for a room for you in her bar. Might get loud on the weekends, but you wouldn't be subjected to that abuse anymore."

"Hunter-"

"Please, I won't have a moment's peace at the thought of you going back there"

"What about my stuff?" you ask uncertainly, "They won't let me get my stuff"

"Yes they will, because you're not going to get it alone. I'm coming with you, I'm certainly not leaving you alone with them. If they get violent again, I'll get violent".

You are insecure, you don't know if all this can work, but you wish it could.

"Maybe Cid has a job for me too, something legit in the bar."

Hunter nods with a smile.

"We'll make it work, you'll see, once you're out of there, you'll clear your head and find a whole new way to express yourself."

With a grin, you say, "Maybe we should take Echo with us, he has a knack for bringing people to their senses when they get out of line."

Hunter laughs, "You think I can't do this on my own?"

"No, you are way too personally involved"

He nods with a little smirk.

"Good Point"

Echo

He looks at you very critically as you approach him at the meeting place.

"What happened?" asks Echo before he even says hello.

His gaze is very attentive and critical.

"What?"

"Your posture. You're in pain. And what are you wearing?"

Echo comes closer and gently takes off your silk scarf and sunglasses.

"Oh, Cyare… Who did that?"

His words sound incredibly melancholy and upset at the same time. He tries to hold your gaze, but you avoid him uncertainly.

"Don't make up lies now, please, tell me the truth," he says gently, stroking your cheek.

You shrug your shoulders helplessly.

"I don't know how to explain this, I don't even understand it myself".

Echo grabs your hand and slowly walks with you towards the Marauder, where he will examine you more closely and take care of you. Your limp worries him.

He sighs and asks, "It's your family, right? You're so different every time you've been with them."

You avoid his gaze again and remain silent, that's answer enough for him.

"I thought so," he says softly.

On the Marauder, he takes care of your wounds. Again and again, you avoid his concerned gaze and remain silent.

Echo finally finishes and looks at you with a sigh.

"You need to stay away from your family, you're obviously being treated more than badly there. I'm wavering between concern and anger right now, I'd like to go to your family and give them a piece of my mind, but my concern for you is paramount, first we have to make sure you're safe."

"I am safe with you"

Echo smiles.

"Of course you are, but I don't have an apartment, I'm still living on the street at the moment, or rather in the Marauder, and it's pretty cramped here. You can stay here for now, of course, I'm sure the guys agree that you shouldn't go back to your family. But we have to find a better long term solution. Maybe we can look for an apartment together? Or at least one where you can stay, and I can visit you anytime?"

You take a deep breath, afraid of change, of them coming to find you, but the thought of what awaits you when you go to your family overshadows any other fear. Echo is right, you shouldn't go back.

He gently leans his forehead against yours and says softly, "We'll figure it out, I'll help you with whatever it takes, you're not alone, Cyare."

Wrecker

He is so happy to see you that it almost breaks your heart when you see his expression change, and he gently pulls off your scarf and sunglasses.

"Cyar'ika…" he says, almost breathless with shock, "What happened? Who did this to you?"

He is so worried and looks so sad that tears come to your eyes. Wrecker hastily takes you in his arms and squeezes you gently.

"Oh my love, you are safe here with me, I promise you. It's okay, let it out, I got you."

It's been a long time since you've really cried, really let it all out, and right now in Wrecker's strong arms, you feel like you can finally let it all out. You sob and tremble in his arms, your fingers clinging to the edges of his armor breastplate, searching for a support.

He gives you time, gently cradles you, and whispers soft words about how much you mean to him. You don't realize how much you've held back, are shocked at how violently each sob shakes you.

As you slowly calm down, he gently strokes your head and says, "My love, Mesh'la. Everything will be all right. Tell me who did this, and I'll take care of it, no one will ever hurt you like this again."

You lean your forehead tiredly against his chest and as you tell him, Wrecker is silent for a moment.

"I don't understand. But this is your family, why are they doing this?"

You shrug your shoulders helplessly, you could think about this for hours, philosophize and go into psychological detail, but you don't have the strength or the nerve. You are generally very tired.

"Okay, one thing's for sure, you're not going back there, certainly not tonight, as vulnerable and beat up as you are right now. Besides, you're not going there alone anymore"

"But then, where am I going?"

Wrecker lifts your chin, so you look at him, wipes away a few tears and says with a smile, "With us of course, with me and my brothers, we'll figure it out. You are safe with us"

Tech

He is already waiting for you at the agreed place. Tech doesn't have his data pad in his hand as usual, but looks at you with concern. He looks thoughtful as he takes the last few steps toward you.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" he asks gently.

You sigh softly and shake your head.

"Not really."

"Is there a reason you're wearing a scarf and sunglasses on a warm summer night?" he probes carefully.

You swallow, not quite knowing what to say to that, you should have realized that you can't hide anything from Tech. You hold still as he takes off your scarf and glasses.

"Dear goodness."

You lower your eyes, barely able to bear the horrified expression on his face.

"What happened? Did you get mugged? Who did this?"

For a brief moment, you toy with the idea of just lying and confirming his suspicions. But you've never lied to Tech before, and you don't want to start now.

"Unfortunately, no."

He blinks and looks at you questioningly.

"Then what happened?" he asks quietly.

You hesitate for quite a while before telling him the truth. Tech is visibly shocked by this revelation, at first he is so gobsmacked that he remains silent. He grabs your hand and leads you with him to the Marauder.

His brothers also look at you startled and ask questions, but Tech fends them off kindly but firmly, "Not now, let me handle this."

Once inside the cockpit, he asks you to sit down. Echo appears a short time later and gives Tech a medkit.

Echo says quietly to you, "We're here for you too, if you need us."

With a sad little smile, you say thank you and wait until he has left the cockpit again.

Tech begins to tend to your wounds and finally says, "You can't go back there, that's for sure."

He smiles as you look at him uncertainly and adds, "Don't worry about where you can stay, you can stay here for now, we'll figure out a longer term solution."

With a soft sigh, you nod, enjoying his care, the peace and security you feel in his presence.

"Everything will be fine, you'll see. Once you free yourself from your toxic environment, life will suddenly look very different. Trust me."

"I trust you"

"Good," Tech says with a smile.

Crosshair

You have a sinking feeling in your stomach when you see him standing at the agreed meeting place. You know Crosshair sees through you pretty quickly, especially when you're feeling bad and trying to hide it. Somehow he has a sixth sense about it.

When he turns around and sees you coming, you can already see him frowning critically from afar and taking a good look at you from a distance.

For a silly moment, you think about turning around and running away, but you don't really want to go back to where you just came from.

As soon as you are within earshot, he says critically, "I can smell from afar that something is wrong. Apart from the fact that you could hear it on the comm".

His brows draw together.

"You're walking funny. Are you hurt?"

He unknots his arms, which had been crossed until then, and comes closer as you stop some distance away.

"What's the matter with you? You're not usually this quiet."

"Nothing," you say and swallow.

"Sure," Crosshair says dryly, "You're doing great. And what's with that weird incognito outfit? Are you on the run?"

You want to protest, but your voice fails as he takes off your sunglasses. Crosshair stops in mid-motion.

"What the hell? Who did that?"

He sounds angry.

"It's complicated."

Crosshair grumbles, "Tell me."

With a sigh, you say, "There's nothing you can do, I don't want you to do anything."

Crosshair thinks for a moment, then growls, "So if you don't want me to get involved, then I guess it has to do with your family."

You avoid his gaze, but he gently but firmly grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.

"Kitten, I like to beat the shit out of anyone who did this to you. If that's not what you want… I have to accept that, but don't you think I should know what's going on?"

With watery eyes, you tell him what's going on, and he listens intently. Crosshair finally nods, pulling you close and into his arms.

"Okay, I'll stay out of it. Anyway, I'm not going to beat anyone up. But I can't leave you there either".

You cling to him and take a deep breath.

"But where do I go from here?"

Crosshair says with conviction, "We'll find a way, first you come with me, we'll tend to your wounds and then we'll see. Maybe my brothers have an idea. For now, you stay with us until we have something better for you."

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"Vagabonds" Chapter 10 "Stranded"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

To read Chapter 9:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/741739026615353344/vagabonds-chapter-9?source=share

Word Count: 1.2K

Background: Time is running out for Hunter, Omega, and the crew of The Beldame.

Warning: Star Wars swears, Earth swears, fear, physical pain, fainting, blood, hypothermia, dog bites human, canon-typical violence.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap:

As the jovial banter continued, a group of clones stood around the window, watching the planet recede from view. 

“You think She and Little One have a chance?” 

“Much better than staying on Kamino.  The Nomaadi will take good care of ‘em.” 

“Wish I could’a stayed on the planet with ‘em.  Kriffin tired of this rat race.” 

“Miss them already...” 

“Shhh...we can’t.  At least not right NOW.”   

“Maybe sometime...in the future...” 

“Yeah, younger ones go first.” 

“Gotta be REAL careful if we smuggle any more out.” 

A hush fell among the group as the planet disappeared with only cold black space remaining. 

"Stranded"

Far out in cold black space the Dread Beldame drifted. 

After Mad had fainted and fallen to the floor, Sil turned her over. Pale and with a bruise from the fall developing on her face, he could feel the panic rising. 

“Sil...breathe...” Omega had to keep him calm. “Love?” 

The teen floated above the decking; eyes rolled back in their head. No answer. 

Hunter had finally passed out from the horrific sensory stimuli. 

Tiggy shook it off and ambled over to them whimpering. She pressed her body up against Sil to distract him. 

The lights of the Beldame began to flicker. 

“Sil! What’s going on? Are we losing power???” 

Sil snapped to, furiously stroking Tiggy. “We lost main power after the Venator exploded.” He looked terrified. “The auxillary power is starting to fail...lights, gravity...and life support.” 

Omega felt a chill go through her. “We can fix it...RIGHT???” 

“No... we need another ship to hook up to the ‘Dame for recharge and repair.” 

“It’ll be ok, Sil. The Marauder will be here soon!” 

Sil shook his head. “Omega...the explosion pushed us parsecs away from Ord Mantell.” He got up, leaving Mad and Tiggy to check ships comm. He found them inoperable, then stared out into the blackness of space. 

“I... recognize SOME of these stars. No planets or any other large landmarks. But we’ll continue to drift farther out.” He looked resigned to their fate. “Without coordinates, or a way to radio them, it’s going to be near impossible.” 

“Tech and Echo WILL find us!” Omega was hopeful...but she was also scared. 

The lights dimmed again and stayed at half capacity. 

“It’s going to get VERY cold here soon, Omega. And we need to conserve oxygen best we can.” Sil opened a panel and pulled out insulation blankets and oxygen face masks. 

Omega and Sil pulled Hunter, Mad, Love, Tiggy and each other close into a warm huddle, donned their oxygen masks, and hoped for the best. 

Echo and Tech furiously checked as many comm channels as possible to hail the Beldame. 

Techs voice was rising, “I cannot find them on ANY channel!” 

Echo was starting to worry, but couldn’t concentrate... 

“You stink!” Echo wrinkled up his face. “Get in the refresher, Wrecker!!!  Pick up your armor, too.” 

“Wait” interjected Tech “Who was that clone with you in the sewer tunnel?” 

Echo perked up and turned around in his seat “Another clone on Ord Mantell other than Rex???” 

“He called himself Riffraff.  Escaped off world after Order 66.” 

Echo smiled from ear to ear, “Thank the Maker!  Vod made it.” 

“You know him?” Tech inquired, still checking comm channels, trying not to panic. 

“Yeah, he was a shiny I met from another unit just before joining the Batch.  Good kid, he had promise.” 

“He looked SO OLD though.  Didn’t recognize him as a clone at first.” Wrecker was shocked.  

“I agree with Wrecker, he must have aged to look like a first-generation clone with all the adversity he witnessed during Order 66 and after.  He said he was staying behind to gain intel for a growing rebellion.” Tech’s brow creased stressfully. “STILL cannot hail the Beldame.” 

“Wrecker, shower!” Echo ordered.

“I’M GOIN’! GEEZ!!!” 

“Well, I hope he accomplishes his goal.  The galaxy really needs a strong rebellion.  Maybe more of our brothers will join the fight.”  Echo looked hopeful.  “Inhibitor chips be damned.” 

“I’m worried about the crew of the Beldame” Tech looked to Echo.  “Without a functioning shield they may not have escaped.” 

Echo shook his head, “I REFUSE to even consider that an option.” 

Darkness penetrated the Beldame. A thin coating of frost covered the huddled, blanketed crew. Omega and Sil were shivering violently from the cold. Love, Mad, and Hunter were still out, but breathing and warm...for now. 

Tiggy, being small and warmly nestled within the center of the group squiggled up through the bodies. She climbed up on Sil’s chest and pressed her canine head against his forehead.  

He felt a strange presence in his mind. The pitter patter of little paws though his thoughts...was the best he could recall. Sil was too weak to care. Concentrating on this was better than the agony of slowly freezing to death. 

“...mega?” Was the best he could muster. 

“Mmm...” She was barely there. He pulled her closer, trying to keep her warm with his body heat. 

How much oxygen did they have left? Even with the masks...it couldn’t last forever. Was it the low oxygen levels or the cold causing them to fight to stay awake? 

Tiggy crawled away from Sil and pulled herself up to Love, who was still levitating, but tied up close to their group for warmth. She whimpered and scratched at Love’s chest. No response. She barked. 

“Tiggy, leave it.” Sil tiredly commanded. 

The puppy whimpered and whined...then bit Love on the chin, drawing blood. 

Love’s eyes popped open with the pain response. 

“Tiggy, NO!”  

Omega intervened. “Sil...I think Tiggy is trying to do something.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t know...” 

Couzin? Love’s eyes rolled back in their head. 

Tiggy bit Love again. HARDER. 

Love’s eye focused on the pup. Oh...can’t...too weak... 

Then Tiggy MASHED her head up against Love’s. Her little tail wagging furiously. Omega and Sil watched closely. 

For what, they didn’t know. 

Bubbles filled the refresher shower. Wrecker scrubbed away at the stink on his skin. On his third wash to finally be rid of it. 

Plunging his face under the faucet a tune wound an earworm into his head.  

Wrecker hadn’t turned on his holotunes, but an oddly discordant song kept repeating in his head. More like a repeating snippet of a song...with some percussion. 

It became stronger. Then Wrecker started to hum...over...and over. Tapped his foot even. 

He finished, dried off, dressed. Still humming the tune, tapping the percussion now with his knuckle on the bunkroom wall. 

Wrecker wandered to the cockpit... 

...humming... 

...tapping... 

Echo and Tech were backtracking coordinates, retrying comm channels, plotting hyperspace lanes...concerned for the worst. 

“Like they just disappeared!” Echo furrowed his brow. 

“Echo...I think we MIGHT have to entertain the idea...” Tech eyed his brother with concern. 

“NO!” 

...humming... 

...tapping... 

“I know it’s difficult to consider...Echo...” 

“I WON’T accept that they may be...” 

...humming... 

...tapping... 

Tech swung his chair around to look at Wrecker. 

Wrecker was grooving along to some type of internal tune. Humming along and tapping on the Marauder’s interior wall. It wasn’t exactly musical, but Wrecker didn’t seem to mind, eyes closed, and he just kept on jamming along. 

Echo took Tech’s lead and watched Wrecker for a few moments.  

“WRECKER!” Echo shouted. 

“WHAAAAT?” 

“Why are you tapping out Basic Standard Code?” 

Wrecker shrugged. “Stuck in my head...can’t stop.” 

“Keep going, Wrecker.” Tech urged, rubbing his chin. 

They watched Wrecker repeat the humming and tapping over and over. 

Echo broke the silence, “DEFINITELY BSC! The message keeps repeating. Don’t know what the other part is...” 

Tech interrupted excitedly. “Notes on the musical scale!” 

Tech repeated the Basic Alphabet that corresponded with the notes to Echo. 

“With the Basic Standard Code...” Echo started the sentence... 

...and Tech finished it, “They’re coordinates!” 

They both spun their seats around and immediately engaged the Marauder. 

Wrecker stopped humming and tapping. “YOU’RE WELCOME!” 

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To read Chapter 11:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744912201871245312/vagabonds-chapter-11?source=share

[mxmspeedster]

Snowboarder!reader x dennis hauger pt.2

kids!!!

i like to imagine that he is y/n's kid from a previous relationship that not many knew about. except scotty, he knows everything.

(i'm pretty sure i used marcus kleveland as a fc here but i haven't slept in 48 hours and school is in 5 hours as of writing this so oh wel)

yn_inthesnow

liked by dennis_hauger, Redbull and 35,496 others

day at the slopes with my boy!

comments...

user1: Wait y/n has a son?

→user2: Yeah, i think it was from a girl he dated when he was a teen, you can see him holding him at the 2018 olympics!

dennis_hauger: damn, now i wish i came

→yn_inthesnow: Ya snooze, ya loose

user3: What’s the kid’s name?

→yn_inthesnow: I won’t put his real name here but we call him rex!

Dennis_hauger

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rex on the road!

comments:

user4: Rex and his redbull suit, who’s cutting onions?

→user5: I’m going stargazing on the highway, thats so cute

→user6: y/n taking him snowboarding and dennis taking him karting 😭😭😭 i can’t

officialpmmotorsports: Dennis, tell y/n to bring him to the garage sometime!

→dennis_hauger: On it 👍

→yn_inthesnow: My child is staying in the snow thanks (i’ll send rex next race)

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Triad: Part 1 (Ninguang X Beidou X Reader)

Alternative Title: Ninguang uses her godly Rizz to get you and Beidou to work together, a saga

(Yes I'm alive, I’m just having trouble getting through my asks, and I just needed something else to do, sue me.)

Warnings: Language, Fighting, Implied Sexual Content (Not Really Though)

Word Count: 1,535

Time to Write: Three Hours

Ningguang, Tinquan of Liyue, owner of a Geo Vision and a woman with a will thirty times stronger than any iron, a tongue as sharp as any blade, and an eye for business and numbers only surpassed by that of Rex Lapis.

She was currently pacing a hole through the floor of the Jade Chamber outside a locked room while her closest friends and confidants stiffly watched her, unsure of what to do in this current situation.

Could she really call Kequing, Ganyu, Yelan, Baixiao, Baiwen, and Baishi her closest friends and confidants when they were all under her employ? That’s a question for another time, a less uncertain time.

After all, you never wrote up what to do in the case of your being so severely injured to the point that you were unable to stand by Ningguang’s side.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The first time Ningguang and you met, she was a little less than twelve years old, and she was about to get her face punched in by another group of kids who were also trying to sell their food at the market to make a little mora.

As the largest of them, and the one Ningguang assumed to be their leader pulled back her fist to throw the first punch Ningguang braced herself to be sent flying but before the largest one threw the punch a voice called out “HEY BEIDOU!!! THINK FAST!!!” as a fist slammed into the side of the largest one’s face sending her flying instead.

“YOU!!!” The largest one, apparently named Beidou shouted in a mix of furious rage and ecstatic joy as she spat out a tooth.

“ME!!!” you responded with a toothy grin as your own group of kids quickly showed up behind you.

“It seems those two are going back at it again huh?” one of the older men running a stall asked while shaking his head with a smile.

“What’s the score again, something like 30 wins to each of them and 24 draws?” another man asked.

“Yup, the score is even right now, doubt it’ll stay that way though!” another laughed.

“What do you say to the usual stakes Beidou? The loser has to buy the other dinner.” You asked as you cracked your neck.

“Heh, why not!” Beidou laughed as she shook off the punch and cracked her knuckles.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

You and Beidou wailed on each other for a good thirty minutes, in the end it came out as another draw.

However what made this all the more interesting to Ningguang aside from what seemed to be the pre-teen equivalant of a friendly gang war was that You, Beidou, and her all had something in common, the fact that each of you had the potential to obtain one of the worlds most treasured artifacts, a Vision, Ningguang didn’t know what made her think this, call it women's intuition, a business hunch, or whatever else you wanted to, but she knew that you, Beidou, and her were special, and if she get your groups to work together, well the mora practically minted itself.

Now if only she could get You and Beidou to stop beating the Celestia out of each other every time you were in the same room.

But for that Ningguang would need a little group of her own.

Luckily she had some strings she could pull to get one on short notice.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

One week later Beidou and her group were staring down you and yours as Ningguang stood between you with the group she had managed to pull together on short notice Kequing who she had blackmail on where the majority of her allowance was going (So many Rex Lapis plushies), Yelan, who owed her for getting her out of more than a few tight spots, Baixiao, Baiwen, and Baishi, who were the cousins of your right hand man, Qiqi in case things got violent and little Hu Tao who always followed Qiqi around.

“Now then, I have a business proposition for each of you.” Ningguang said with ease that was most definitely not practiced in the mirror.

“Who the hell are you!” Beidou shouted, causing you to sigh.

“She’s that girl you were harassing last week, y’know the one that you called p-” you said before Beidou interrupted you.

“I KNOW WHO SHE IS I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE UH WHAT’S THE WORD, IT BEGINS WITH AN “I” Beidou shouted as she tried to find the word she was looking for.

“Intimidating?” Ningguang offered.

“YEAH INTIMIDATING!!! THAT’S IT!!! THANKS UH NINGUANG WAS IT? IMMA JUST CALL YOU NING!!!” Beidou shouted.

“Hey, Beidou, think you can turn off the caps lock? You’re giving me a headache!” You exclaimed as you tapped your foot on the ground.

“I’LL GIVE YA A HEADACHE WITH MY FIST JACKASS!!!!” Beidou shouted.

Ningguang let out a long suffering sigh, this was going to be much harder than she thought it would be wouldn’t it.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“So, let me get this straight, you want me and my group, your group and Beidou’s group to work together, correct?” you asked Ningguang as you took a bite out of the powdered sugar rolls provided by Little Hu Tao.

“Yes, with my brains, Beidou’s manpower, and your brawn and skill, we’d be able to achieve our respective goals around 70 to 100 times faster if my rough estimates were correct.” Nigguang stated as she held Qiqi in her lap. 

“Hmm I’ll admit it’s as good a deal as me and them will probably ever get, but what’s the catch? This is one of those deals that sound too good to be true y’know.” Beidou asked while taking a piece of cooked fish from one of the bowls with her chopsticks.

“You two have to play nice in public, that means no more fighting in the market.” Ningguang told the two.

“But anywhere else is fine?” you asked.

“Within reason of course, as long as it’s outside the purview of the public eye you could beat each other to bloody pulps for all I care.” Ningguang said with a shrug.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

From there the three of you skyrocketed in the market of Liyue, Ningguang’s brains allowed the operations the three of you used to run individually to explode in size and quality. 

Beidou’s manpower and charisma made sure that there were plenty of people that could work on the operations day and night if needed.

And finally your muscle made sure that anyone who tried to cross the triad the three of you made didn’t do so without consequence.

By the time each of you were eighteen the amount of mora between each of you individually would’ve been enough to fund a voyage around the world thrice over.

Eventually Ningguang told the three of you that she was preparing to enter into the next stage of her goal, the politics of Liyue.

It was on this night that Ninguang received her Vision.

Coincidentally it was also on this night that Beidou managed to smuggle some Sake from Inazuma and talked (Read: Forced) Ningguang into trying it.

This led to quite the night filled with you chewing out Beidou and chasing a drunk Nigguang all over Liyue at night.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Beidou I swear to the Archons that if Boss Lady got into some sort of trouble that not even Rex Lapis himself will be able to help your ass!” you cursed to your friend as you pushed your way through the nightlife crowds of Liyue.

“Hey how was I supposed to know she was lightweight!” Beidou defended herself.

“WE ARE UNDER DRINKING AGE FOR ARCHONS SAKES!!! YOU WOULD ASSUME THAT ON PRINCIPAL!!!” You shouted.

“HEYY GUYSH WHERSE YALL BEEN!!!” a voice shouted to you through the crowds.

“Oh thank the gods!” You exclaimed as you spotted Ninguang through the crowd before noticing the new addition on her thigh.

“Beidou you better start fucking running as soon as we get her back to her home.” You told Beidou through gritted teeth.

Why- Oh, oh shit. Well if you don’t kill me she will. I’m not sure which one would be better.” Beidou stated as every single drop of blood drained from her face when she saw the new tattoo on Ningguang’s thigh.

-=-=-=-=--==-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Oh Archons my head!” Ningguang groaned as she opened her eyes and tried to grab her head.

Keyword tried as there was a weight on each of her arms keeping her from lifting them.

When Ningguang turned her head to see what was holding her down, Ningguang turned blood red.

On her left was the sleeping Beidou in not but her underwear with a dopey smile as she used Ningguang’s rather large chest as a pillow.

On her right was you, looking completely mortified at the current events even in your sleep while Ningguang’s arm was wrapped around your neck, holding you in place with only the destroyed remains of your clothes on your body.

“Oh Archons, please don’t tell me that I somehow managed to seduce them while I was drunk! I wanted to be sober for that!” Ningguang whispered under her breath, her eye’s wide in shock.

[lawomi]

Fic Masterlist:

All my Law's are trans (:

LinkTree for Fic REQUESTS status, AO3, Wattpad, Twit & Bsky

🔞 NSFW 18+, Minors DNI, "Reader" is ALWAYS 18+

🟢 SFW All ages

ONGOING:

"The Wolf Consumes" Series (Multiship / Polycule) -

🔞 From the Start (One Piece; Trans!Law x AFAB Mink GN!Reader)

LENGTH 1 2 3 4 5 6 / 41,124 words | Based loosely on Laufey (Fic Title = Song) & Television by Rex Orange County

Trafalgar Law has a strict rule against devil fruit users. With some help from Nico Robin, you persuade him to allow you, a Mink who ate a human-human fruit, onto his submarine. The dynamic with the Heart's captain should have ended in a one night stand, but develops into a friendship with benefits. When Law begins to catch feelings, one of you must change or let the romantic potential go.

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🔞Measurement (One Piece; Trans!Law & The Straw Hats)

LENGTH One-Shot / 1,043 words | Based on One Piece Party

Law is spending time with the Straw Hats at a bath house. He keeps his waist covered all the time, which leads different directions. Was it shyness? Was it some hidden tattoo? The guys devolve to comparing dicks; Law refuses to show them anything. The Straw Hats reveal just how accepting their crew can be.

🟢 The Moment Law Starts to See You Differently (One Piece; Law x GN!Reader)

LENGTH One-Shot / 1,447 words | Prompt from @grandline-fics

The artist of the Heart Pirates is invited to discuss their journal detailing their adventures by their very own Captain.

🔞 Sex by the Fire (One Piece; Trans!Law x GN!Reader)

LENGTH One-Shot / 1,046 words | Prompt via Bruno Mars lyric

You are snowed in with your beloved captain on a winter island.

🟢 Mastectomy Research (One Piece; Trans!Law x AMAB!Reader)

LENGTH One-Shot / 1,388 words | Req'd by @stupidjaguar ❤️

As the journalist of the Heart Pirates, you have some valuable connections to help Law through his transition during his late teens. However, it inevitably requires him to come out to you.

🔞A Little Vengeance (One Piece; Trans!Law x GN!Reader)

LENGTH One-Shot / 1,584 words | Req'd by @makemake22 ❤️

After a few rounds of sex with your boyfriend, Trafalgar Law, you were quite sore… and you're convinced you deserved a little vengeance.

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🔞 Trans!Law NSFW Alphabet (One Piece; Trans!Law)

Edited 8-9-2024

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► (LONG)FICS

A LUPE OF FAITH (AO3) (rated mature) TCW/TBB longfic focussing on Jedi Knight Lupe (oc) as she navigates through the war towards the inevitable fall of the Republic - and what happens next (some NSFW chapters) (ongoing) New chapters: mid-season break (hopefully back soon)

► SERIES: CLONE POVs

THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED (AO3) (rated general aud) TBB POV on their wild landing at Anaxes (TCW S7E01) (SFW) ficlet (813 words) | one-shot (completed)

BATTLE SCARS (AO3) (rated teen and up) TBB Echo's POV on their biochip removals (TBB S1E07) ficlet (821 words) | one-shot (completed)

► ECHO

ECHO OF YOUR MIND (AO3) (rated mature) TBB Echo x fem!reader (NSFW) comfort fic (7.829 words) | one-shot (completed)

WHAT THE FUTURE BRINGS (AO3) (rated general aud) TBB Echo x fem!reader (can be read as gen!reader) (SFW) ficlet (880 words) | one-shot (completed) birthday present for @/kimiheartblade

THE SCOMP INCIDENT (AO3) (rated general aud) TBB Echo x gen!reader (SFW) ficlet (1.375 words) | one-shot (completed)

FOR ALL ONE'S WORTH (AO3) (rated teen and up) TBB Echo x gen!reader (SFW) fic (2.053k words) | one-shot (completed) request for @/welcometo79s

BATTLE SCARS (AO3) (rated teen and up) TBB Echo's POV on their biochip removals (TBB S1E07) ficlet (821 words) | one-shot (completed)

FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING (AO3) (rated general aud) TBB Echo x gen!reader (SFW) drabble (100 words) | one-shot (completed)

► FIVES

SIGNS OF AFFECTION (AO3) (rated teen and up) Fives x gen!reader (SFW) fic (2.845k words) | one-shot (completed) request for @/welcometo79s

FLUSTERED FIVES (AO3) (rated general aud) Fives x gen!reader (SFW) drabble (100 words) | one-shot (completed)

THE SENSITIVITY IS IN THE SKIN (AO3) (rated mature) Fives x fem!reader (NSFW) ficlet (1.702 words) | one-shot (completed)

► KIX

LET ME FIX THAT FOR YOU (AO3) (rated teen and up) Medic Kix x gen!reader (SFW) ficlet (917 words) | one-shot (completed)

► WOLFFE

BITING BACK (AO3) (rated mature) Commander Wolffe x fem!reader (NSFW) ficlet (1.400k words) | one-shot (completed) gift for @/cloneflo99

► FOX

ON VANILLA AND CARAMEL (AO3) (rated teen and up) Commander Fox x gen!reader (SFW) fic (2.143 words) | one-shot (completed) request for @/peggy7447

YOUR SOOTHING PRESENCE (AO3) (rated teen and up) Commander Fox x Senator Riyo Chuchi (SFW) ficlet (1.664 words) | one-shot (copleted) Foxiyo Week 2024

► ALPHA-17

A BUIR'S BURDEN (AO3) (rated teen and up) Alpha-17 + Cadet Rex + Cadet Cody ficlet (1.539 words) | one-shot (completed) TCW Winter Spectacular 2024

Foxiyo Week 2024

Day 1: Your Soothing Presence (SFW | Fox x Riyo Chuchi)

TCW Winter Spectacular 2024

Week 1: A Buir's Burden (SFW | Alpha-17 + Cadet Rex + Cadet Cody)

Week 2: Our Fallen Brothers (SFW | Shiny Tup + Captain Rex)

Week 3: Home's A Beacon (SFW | Hevy + Droidbait + Echo + Cutup + Fives)

Week 4: Blizzard Blend (SFW | Obi-Wan Kenobi + Commander Cody)

Week 5: The Frenzy After The Storm (SFW | Cadet Batch)

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Inbox Trick-or-Treating 2024

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Trick Or Threat (SFW | crack | Fives + Jesse + Kix + Hardcase + Dogma + Tup)

Before I Fall (SFW (but check tags) | angst / time loop | Fives)

The Phantom Of Tipoca City (SFW | ghost story | Cadet Fox + Cadet Cody + 99)

Stir Of Echoes (SFW | ghost story | Echo + Fives)

Treat Me For Once (NSFW | mild smut | Fives x reader)

Nightmare On Clanker Street (SFW (but check tags) | haunted story | Reader + Jesse + Kix)

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