#shipping clones by moonlight

[five-oh-thirst]

Living a double life on Tumblr is whack.

[stardust-kenobi]

moonlight & heartbeats

Hunter x Fem!Reader

Summary: A year after being rescued by Hunter from near-death on Tantiss, your peaceful life on Pabu is plagued with rampant nightmares. Hunter, now your close friend, senses your distress one night and comes to check on you.

Word count: ~5.5k

Warnings/tags: SMUT (piv sex, fingering, oral, dirty talk), hurt/comfort, mutual pining, mentioned violence, friends to lovers trope, Hunter cheesily senses reader’s heartbeat, the usual “use of his abilities” smut tropes, sorry not sorry<3

A/N - this has maybe more backstory than necessary but I decided my porn would have SOME plot this time. Enjoy <3

Read on AO3

Partially requested by @yunggoblin. Hunter uses his hearing more than his scent here but still goes along with your prompt :)

The rain poured relentlessly from the darkened sky. Your clothes now weighed heavy upon your beaten figure. The metal beneath your knees felt more unforgiving by the second. The trooper behind you, a clone trooper, held you by your shoulder, keeping you firmly in place.

Your trembling body barely had the strength to sit upright as you painfully craned your neck upward to the steel blaster barrel now level with your forehead. Just moments before, you were sheltering from the attack on the base inside Hemlock’s ship that you were repairing. A mechanic. You were just a mechanic. They’d accused you of treason, and there was no right to a fair trial if they’d thought you betrayed your mighty employer.

"The Empire thanks you for your service" The well-dressed Imperial officer spoke blankly as his finger hovered over the trigger. You’d never even seen him before, and somehow he held the right to take your life.

Your heart sat uncomfortably in your throat as your eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the final breath you'd ever take.

Just as the blaster fired, your vision went hazy, and your eyes flashed open.

You found yourself sitting upright in your bed, panting frantically as a bead of sweat dripped down your temple. You grasped at your chest like it would help you breathe better, but you knew it was useless. It was only the third time this week you'd had the same nightmare, or at least, some variation of it. Usually in your nightmare, you were in the rain, as it truly happened. Other times you found yourself elsewhere on Tantiss base. Regardless, the dream always ended with a blaster at your head, reliving what you thought was going to be your final moments.

That is, if you had not been rescued by Clone Force 99. Had it not been for Hunter stealthily jumping into action. He didn't know you, not at the time. He saw a woman seconds away from execution and didn't think twice. You wonder, though, why he saved a woman in imperial dressings. What about you made him see you differently among every other imperial he and his squad killed without hesitation that day on Tantiss?

You were a mechanic for the Empire, and barely one at that. You were in training at the time of your near-execution. Somehow, your skills working on speeders on your outer-rim home world caught the attention of an Imperial Admiral during their invasion of your planet. You didn't have much choice, but you tried to make the best of it.

A few weeks into your job, you were accused of tampering with the safety of Admiral Tarkin's ship. It wasn't true, but your word meant nothing once you were accused. Truthfully, you never signed up for what the Empire had planned for you anyway.

Almost a year had passed since that day, but it never seemed to get any easier. The warm and happily endless days in your new home on Pabu were an oasis compared to your days serving the Empire. Unfortunately, though, even in a paradise of unbothered territory, the Empire still held you in its grasp with these unrelenting nightmares.

Your head rested heavily in your palms as you leaned over the side of the bed. Your roommate was thankfully gone for the night, so you were confident that no one heard your panting and muffled pleas for mercy in your sleep.

The beating of your heart began to pump the breaks ever so slowly. Looking around your home, you felt comfort in knowing you were safe. It always took you a few moments to let it sink in:

It wasn’t real.

The Empire cannot hurt you.

You are safe.

Your attempted solitude was abruptly halted by a sudden knock at the door. You rubbed your face to gather your composure before walking to the door and cracking it open.

Hunter’s face, illuminated by the glow of the moonlight, came into view. Your heart skipped a beat. His presence was always welcomed, but no matter how close you were to Hunter, he always gave the gentlest butterflies.

“Hunter, wh-” You began, your voice rough from sleep.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He spoke gently, his eyes heavy with worry. He cared so deeply for you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer that question verbally. Pulling the door open, you gestured for him to come inside.

He entered, hesitantly. His eyes not so subtly traveled the length of your body, barely covered by the silk nightgown you wore. His jaw clenched as he made himself look away.

“Sorry, I’ll cover up” You said frantically, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. Scrambling to find a tunic, he politely interrupted you.

“No, please” He begged. There was a hint of desire in his tone that you chose to dismiss, “I mean, it’s your home. Don’t worry about me”. His eyes still wandered. Hunter couldn’t peel his eyes away from your exposed skin. At least not completely before finally finding your gaze and holding it.

Setting down the tunic, you crossed your arms, nodding in agreement.

“I’ve…been better. Just a…bad dream is all” You struggled with your words, answering his initial question.

“I, um, sensed that you were…distressed” He started, nervously, “Sorry, It’s not by choice. But I couldn’t ignore it”.

It was no surprise that he could tell. The villa you were housed in was side by side with Hunter and Crosshair’s villa, with Hunter’s bunk being on just the other side of the thin walls of your own room. It wasn’t a lot of space, but it was graciously gifted to you by the Pabu government, and you were grateful.

But although it wasn’t surprising, you were startled by the idea that he could sense your nerves and heartbeat through the wall.

What else could he sense? What could he hear?

“What were you doing awake? It’s the middle of the night” You countered, shaking your head subtly, wearing a soft smile in admiration of his concern and derailing from the topic only slightly.

He sighed and sat himself on your bunk, “Was having some bad dreams myself” he confessed, his elbows resting on his thighs. You followed suit, sitting on your bunk next to him.

You nodded and let the silence between you fill the small space for a moment. It wasn't awkward. It never was with him.

“It’s been a year. I just…I can’t shake how real it feels. Every single time I have this dream -- it’s like I’m right back on Tantiss, staring up through the barrel of a blaster. But…in my dream— my nightmare—you never come to save me” You breathe out, almost choking on the last part.

Hunter’s brows furrow with concern and pain. He thought it over for a few seconds, reliving that moment when he saved your life, shooting the officer dead where he stood as well as the troopers surrounding you. His face twisted in sorrow once more before he spoke again.

“I see Tech” He began, his voice broken, “Every time I close my eyes to sleep. Over and over again, I see him die”

“Oh, Hunter” your voice cracks with his name falling off your lips. Your heart broke for him, for the others. You never had the pleasure of knowing Tech, but from the endless stories the others in the squad had to share, you knew he was extraordinary.

Hunter's eyes remained on the ground for a moment before looking over to meet your gaze. He reached out and rested his hand upon your knee. You were ashamed to admit that the gentlest of his touch was electrifying to you.

“I know what it’s like” He consoled you, “it’s terrible”.

You nodded and stared into him, communicating more in your expression than what your words could provide.

“That trauma — it’s a part of me now”

“It is. But it does not define you” Hunter countered, “That’s what I tell Omega. Shes a tough kid but…she’s haunted by the Empire, too”

You thought of her and smiled. Over the past year, you'd grown close to all of them and were so happy to have them in your life.

Hunter always tended to you back when you were trying to adjust to life on the island. He used check on you several times a day, just to see if you were okay. He still does occasionally, but he’s given you more space as time has passed. He was a good and caring friend.

A Friend.

You chuckled to yourself at the thought of that word. It wasn’t even a week after you met him that you’d fallen head over heels for him. He blissfully plagued your every waking thought. Often you’d worry that he noticed your fixation on him, and were weary of his possible rejection. Other times, you’d hoped he noticed and would do something about it.

There were lingering glances, brushes against one another in a hallway, kind and flattering words exchanged…but you’d both been too afraid to act on it. You accepted that it may never be anything more than that, but it wasn’t without disappointment. Everyone around you, the other guys specifically, all noticed the tension between you two, but it never affected your friendship.

“Can I ask you a question?” You broke the silence, seemingly curious in your tone.

“Anything” Hunter quickly responded.

“Is this the first time you’ve sensed that I was… distressed in the middle of the night?”

Slowly, he sat up straight, “Yes…and no” He answered, hesitantly. You swallowed hard in anticipation of what you already assumed.

You tilted your head at him inquisitively.

“It's your heart rate. But I uh...I don’t think it’s always nightmares" He trailed off, cautious of what he was insinuating. Your heart sunk to your belly. Surely he didn't mean that he could sense when you pleasured yourself?

"What do you mean, Hunter?” You pried, hoping to get him to bring it up first.

“I shouldn't have said anything. I was just worried about you and wanted to check in" He hurried through his explanation, standing to his feet and walking toward the door to look out your window.

Your cheeks burned red with both excitement and embarrassment.

"Sometimes it's the best way to get to sleep" You indirectly admitted, shrugging your shoulders and letting a playful smile sneak upon your face, “Don’t you do it, too?” You casually suggested.

His eyes snapped back to where you sat on your bed.

Touching yourself was the best way to relax. Truthfully, you were starving for Hunter’s touch instead, and you had been yearning for him all this time. It was always him that you thought of when your curious fingers traveled in between your legs.

Hunter swallowed hard, feeling the delicate tension in the air.

“Well, of course I do, I-“ he stumbled over his words.

“Hunter, it’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it” You reassured him, cutting him off before he felt any more flustered.

You approached him at the window, feeling so dangerously close as you placed your hand on his arm.

“Thank you for checking on me. I’m okay” You offered a gentle and reassuring smile.

“I want to protect you, cyar’ika. You mean a lot to me and I…sometimes I don’t know how to help”

Hearing endearing terms in Mando’a always melted your heart.

“Just having you around is enough protection for me”

“I’m on the other side of the wall if you ever need me. You know that”

“I know” You nodded, but couldn’t seem to break your attention away from his face. The tattooed side, something you’d always adored, was lit once again by the brightened moon. Stars, he was so beautiful.

It was a mutual exchange of a longing expression between you two. Hunter’s eyes searched your gaze for any hesitation as you both leaned into each other. Your body pressed firm against him as your hands rested on the back of his neck. In the quiet of your room, it was you who could hear your own heartbeat now.

His lips landed blissfully upon yours, sending a radiating current through your body. You sucked in a sharp breath, overcome with the feeling of this sudden intimate contact. You kissed him back delicately, letting your mouth become barely familiar with his after so much longing for this exact feeling. You pulled away only slightly, seeing if he had any urge to stop. You looked up at him, searching for any sense of regret but found none. Hunter’s eyes were hungry for you...so much more of you.

“Y/N…” he started, his voice low and desperate.

You ached for him. Maker…you had ached for him for so terribly long. His lips on any part of your body were near close enough to send you into a frenzy. As your lips returned to his, Hunter’s arms found themselves wrapped around your barely clothed waist, pulling you closer to him, and deepening the kiss.

Your fingers found the hem of his shirt ready to remove it, eager to continue this further. To your puzzling surprise, he stopped you.

“Oh, I-“ You began, flustered and confused.

“Mesh’la” he groaned.

“I’m sorry”

“No, don’t be. I just…I can’t” He strained through his words, shutting his eyes for a moment, finding it difficult to reject you but forcing himself to do so.

As you stood there confused, he looked at you with a wordless apology on his face.

“Goodnight, Y/N. I'm right here if you need me” He concluded, gently planting a kiss on your forehead before seeing himself out.

Emptiness consumed you as you stood alone in your villa. Had you done something wrong? Surely not, it was clear he wanted you too, but something stopped him.

With such worry on your mind, you laid awake for a while before your fatigue finally took you over, sending you into a deep sleep.

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“Have a nice day!” You called out to your last customer of the day. You loved your job working in the marketplace in the city square. It was a peaceful and rewarding existence.

Throughout the day, memories of the night before played like a broken holoscan in your mind. You could still feel his lips against yours, devouring you. It was hard not to smile as you reminisced about the feeling, but your smile would quickly fade as you remembered how it ended.

The sun casted an amber glow over the sea, letting you know the day was near over. The entire day had passed without seeing Hunter, which made you anxious. You wanted to see him. To talk to him. To apologize for trying to go too far.

As you processed these thoughts, you felt a presence approach your booth.

Hunter.

“Oh, hi!” You said surprised.

“Hi” He began, his smile warm, “can we talk?”

“Sure. I’m just closing up for the day”, You grinned back to him.

“I’ll be at our spot by the cove” He said, pointing toward the side of the island where your secret spot was. Only you, the guys, and Omega really knew about it.

You nodded before hurrying to finish closing your shop. Never had you packed that quickly before.

You arrived on the shore, in the hidden cove on the beach to find Hunter sitting alone on the boulder.

“Hey stranger” You said, approaching him.

“Hey, you” He smiled. Maybe with anyone else, this would be awkward. But with Hunter, somehow it wasn’t.

“Everything okay?” You questioned.

“I wanted to apologize about last night” He started, not making eye contact at first, but finding your eyes shortly after.

“It’s okay, Hunter, really. I understand” You responded, not entirely sure what you were understanding. Truthfully, you still weren’t sure why he stopped you last night.

“I don’t think you do, sweetheart”

You sat next to him on the boulder, leaving a bit of space between you two, contrary to how close you’d found yourself the night before.

“I had to stop myself” He continued.

“Why?”

“I care about you” He sighed.

“I know you do, Hunter. I don’t see why that made you want to stop what we had started” You countered, growing flustered, shifting your hips slightly.

“Because no matter how hard it is for me to resist you, I cannot take advantage of you like that”

“Wha— you’re not taking advantage of me, Hunter” You subtly scoffed in disbelief.

“I want you. Make no mistake about that” He said confidently yet softly, sending a tingling feeling through your veins.

“I want you too. I think about you…a lot” You began, letting your tone lead his mind toward the deeper meaning of your words.

Hunter looked over to you and raised his eyebrows in curiosity.

“I don’t want to mess up what we have” He admitted, disappointingly, “you mean too much to me”

You wanted to fight it. You wanted him. But he made a fair point. Was it worth running the risk of ruining your friendship?

You nodded, offering no further comment on the situation. It made your heart ache terribly, but you couldn’t risk losing him due to your mutual desires.

“I’m lucky to have you, Hunter” You said, scooting closer to him before leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too” He concurred.

The sunset on Pabu had never felt so bittersweet. As its warmth and glow made a gradual exit, you felt any chance of something more with Hunter disappearing with it. You sat and talked with him for another hour, chatting about the weather and how his job on the island was going, and you were just grateful for his presence, even if you’d never feel his lips upon yours again.

Returning home some time later, you noticed your roommate had left you a transmission.

“Sorry, still off-world, be back tomorrow!”

You felt relieved. Having privacy was rare but welcomed and appreciated.

The steaming shower in your refresher washed the day away from your body. You didn’t bother to put on your clothes, as you preferred to sleep naked anyway. As you sunk into your bed, you feared this would be another night of endless tossing and turning.

To make matters worse, you couldn’t stop feeling Hunter’s lips on yours. Over and over again, you kept feeling the tingling sensation that came over you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You were already wet just thinking about it, but as you rubbed your legs tightly together, you provided a friction that lit a fire in your lower belly.

He’d know if I masturbated, you thought. He’d sense it.

“Fuck it” You whispered to yourself.

Your fingertips found their place where they always did, right atop your sensitive bud. Rhythmically, you rubbed delicate circles around your clit, just beginning to tend to your aching needs. You whimpered softly. So softly that even you barely heard it.

What you were doing was going to drive him crazy. You knew that. The walls were thin, and he’d already told you that he’d sensed something in your heartbeat other than your nightmares before. But you’d be dammed if you’ll be left unsatisfied after the tease you’d felt last night.

You rocked your hips upwards into your own touch, biting your lip to suppress noises any louder than a heavy breath, especially with what you knew now. Visions of Hunter came to you as you fantasized. You pictured his fingers touching you like this, his body on top of yours.

Slowly, you felt your climax creeping toward you, inching closer like a looming threat. As you covered your mouth to keep yourself quiet, your orgasm was suddenly ripped away from you at the sound of a knock on your door.

You froze.

“Y/N” Hunter’s voice rang quietly from the other side.

Quickly, you pulled the covers to shield your naked body.

“Come in” you boldly called out. Sure, your door definitely should have been locked, but, you never worried for your safety here.

Hunter opened the door with caution. His eyes met yours immediately. As he closed it behind him, he leaned against the door as he took in the sight of you.

“Not a nightmare this time, was it?” He slyly suggested.

“No” you breathed, your heart now certainly beating in your throat.

He walked to your bed, slowly, “Tell me, mesh’la, all those times you’ve pleasured yourself, did you think I couldn’t hear those pretty little noises you make when you come?”

You stared at him, eyes heavy with intense lust and hint of blissful shame. There was a primal desire in his expression and demeanor, something you’d not seen but only a hint of last night, but it was undeniable tonight.

“Every time you touch yourself, I know” He whispered, “And you know what else? Every time you touch yourself, I can’t help but touch myself, too” He admitted, hovering above your bed, looking down to your delicately covered body. You melted at the image of him masturbating and getting off on the idea of you pleasuring yourself too.

“Hunter” you breathed.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want” He begged you. Hunter needed you to give him the green light he desperately needed.

“Please, fuck me” You begged shamelessly, “I can’t take it anymore. I need you”

Within the same second that the words left your lips, he was in bed above you, your lips tangled within his. He kissed you passionately, his tongue slipping into yours, exploring you further. You moaned at the satisfaction of his raw desire, picking right back up from where you left off. One hand held him up while the other ran through your hair. As you stayed covered beneath him, you reached up to grab his face and pull him into you and the kiss deepened between you.

The presence of his body above you pulled the blanket down, revealing your bare breasts. Hunter pulled away from your lips to look down at the sight. He growled lowly in approval and pent up urge to see you like this.

“Cyare” he whimpered, releasing his hand from your face down to cup your breast. He then redirected his attention to your stiffened nipples, taking one into his mouth, causing a gentle cry to fall from your lips.

With his mouth still upon your breast, he pulled the blanket completely off your body, tossing it to the floor, exposing your skin to the chilled air.

Maker, he was eager…so incredibly eager to see you fully bare beneath him. Every inch of your skin on display. Something he’d only dreamed of. Something that fueled every fantasy he had while he stroked his cock mere inches from you on the other side of the wall. And here you were, right beneath him, laid out pretty, just for him.

“You are so beautiful, sweetheart” He praised you, leaning back to fully take in the view. Swiftly, he removed his shirt, revealing the chiseled, beautifully scarred body beneath it. You stared in awe at his physique, your heart skipping a beat.

"Spread your legs for me, baby", He instructed. You obeyed, opening your legs to provide him better access to where you desperately ached for him the most. The moonlight gleaming through your window was enough to offer you both the light you needed. As Hunter caught sight of your pussy, already slick with desire for him, his face turned in pure adoration.

"Touch me, please, Hunter" You begged, feeling as though you could do nothing but beg him in this state of arousal. You were his. All his.

FIngertips trailed softly up your thigh before reaching the wetness between your legs. Hunter whimpered as he felt you.

"Oh sweetheart, is this all for me?" He asked, beginning to rub your clit gently while he whispered into your ear. Chills erupted down your body.

"It's for you. It's always for you" You responded breathlessly, letting your words flow in between your cries of pleasure. Hunter applied more pressure before inserting two fingers inside of you. While he does this, he watches you, enamored with the way your face twists in pleasure, all from his hands. Not yours this time — his.

With a curl of his fingers and a steady pace, Hunter fucks you with his fingers. His thumb remains at your clit, stimulating you beyond what you're used to. No one had paid this much attention to your body before.

His lips returned to yours, stifling a moan that escaped you as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching.

"I'm so c-close" You choked on your words muttered against his supple lips. The bundled coil in your lower abdomen threatened to burst at any second.

"I can feel you tightening around me. Come on my fingers, mesh'la" He encouraged you.

Hearing Hunter talk to you like this, after so long of being just friends, was exhilarating. His words alone were enough to push you over the edge, but the way he worked his hands to pleasure you was so good. Too good.

Your climax unraveled, washing over you gracefully, starting at your core and radiating like a fire throughout your entire body. Profanities flew from your lips as you instinctively rolled your hips against his palm.

"That's it, princess, right there" He coaxed you gently, unrelenting in the curling of his fingers, fucking you steadily through your orgasm, "good girl".

As you came down from the pure euphoria with stars dancing in your eyes, Hunter was careful to pull his fingers out of you slowly. Holding your gaze, he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you and savoring it like a last meal.

You leaned up, propping yourself on your elbows. Hunter stood, quickly pulling the hem of his pants down before removing them completely. You audibly gasped at his size when his cock came into view. Hunter was smirking as your eyes travelled back up to his gaze.

As he stood beside your bed, you got on your hands and knees and put your mouth level with his length. Hunter melted when your tongue licked up the side of his cock. His eyes fell closed when you took him into your mouth completely, or at least, as much as you could. You started to suck him off, using your tongue to guide your motions.

You peered up at him, watching his face twist in ecstasy as you bobbed your head back and forth. With a swirling of your tongue on his tip, you felt his hips twitch subtly.

“Fuck, Y/N. Just like that. Suck my cock” He growled through his pleasure, using a tone you’d usually only heard when he gave orders. This was an order you’d follow any day without question, “That’s my girl”, he praised through his clenched jaw.

His hand rested on your head, gently guiding you in your motions. The sound of his soft little whimpers that quickly turned into deeper groans made your cunt ache for him even more. You clenched your walls around nothing, pitifully empty and needing to be filled. As you moved your hand to your clit to relieve the ache, he reached down your back and plunged two fingers into your pussy from behind. You cried out, sending vibrations over his cock as you tried to still focus on his pleasure.

He pumped his fingers at a faster pace than before, sending you into a overstimulated frenzy and you couldn’t take it anymore. You pulled your mouth from him, desperately catching your breath and crying out his name.

“Fuck, Hunter, don’t stop” You begged him, but instead he disobeyed your request, removing his fingers completely.

Without struggle or hesitation, Hunter lifted you and placed you on your back on the bed. He positioned himself in between your trembling legs. He kissed you passionately once more while lining his cock at your entrance.

The whole world fell silent for you as your bodies seemingly fused together. You’d dreamed of this moment, this intimacy with Hunter, for so long. To have him inside of you was the most erotic experience you’d ever had. He bottomed out slowly, both of your mouths agape, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the connection you felt in that moment.

There was only a slight tinge of discomfort as he filled you completely. You winced only a little, before it was replaced by pure pleasure.

“Mesh’la” he moaned deeply, “You..ugh…you take me so well” he praised you through his expressions of pleasure.

“Feels so good, Hunter” you whine, staring deep into eyes, seducing him further.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to feel you like this?” He whispered against your ear before moving his lips down to your neck, kissing softly at your skin while he thrust deeper and faster.

You choked on your moans as his change in pace overwhelmed you. The room was filled with your whimpers, along with the irresistible sound of Hunter’s rough and deep moans.

“Such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this” Hunter’s praises lit a fire within you, and he could tell, encouraging him more.

You lifted your knees, pressing them against his chest, allowing him to slide inside of you at an even better angle. You cried out, overstimulated and overfilled in the most amazing way. The thin walls were no match for how good you made each other feel, but you cared very little about who heard you.

The year long pent up tension between you two was unraveling beautifully as he fucked you like he was making up for all that lost time.

With one hard thrust, he stopped, holding his cock fully sheathed in your cunt, “Gonna come on my cock, princess? Make those pretty little sounds for me?” He teased, grinding his hips hard against your thighs. Held inside you like this, he brushed against your most sensitive spot, driving you crazy.

You were drunk off him, drunk off his words, drunk off his body. You could barely form a response, but offered him a nod as you felt your next release building quickly inside of you. Maybe he just loved to tease you endlessly, because he then pulled out of you, making you whine pitifully at the sudden loss of his cock and your orgasm.

He was firm yet gentle with your body as he flipped you over flat on your stomach. Similar to how he reacted to your breasts, he growled at the sight of your ass, grabbing a handful to admire as he ran his other hand down your back.

He leaned down, his cock resting on your ass, and he moved your hair from your face, pulling you into a passionate kiss as he sunk himself into your pussy from behind. You moaned against his lips, so satisfied with being filled again.

He continued his pace from before, fucking you with raw desire to claim you. Hips slapped firm against the skin of your ass as Hunter grabbed your waist for even better leverage.

“Hunter!”, You cried out, “right there…right there…I’m gonna come”

Never would he dare to stop now. The sounds he emitted grew louder and more inconsistent, and you could tell he was close too.

The fire that burned inside you erupted into the a burst of absolute ecstasy. It took over every fiber of your being as your vision went hazy. A slew of profanities flew from your lips while your body convulsed, your cunt pulsing around his cock as you came harder than you ever had felt before.

“Yessss, good fucking girl, come for me just like that” He cursed, grinding and pounded hard to chase his own release as well. You tightened your walls for him, pushing him closer, even though you never wanted this to end.

You were breathless beneath him, still taking his cock like you were made for it.

“Come inside me, Hunter. Please” You pleaded. It seems your words sent him over his limit, because as the words left your mouth, his hips faltered and his breath grew shaky. Hunter filled you, coming deep inside you, marking you like he wished he’d done a long time ago.

Together you caught your breath slowly. Hunter was careful to remove himself gently, knowing that you’d be sensitive, as was he. You winced as the last inch of him left you. Exhaustion overtook your body as you lay there, floating on a high like no other.

Hunter laid down next you, your bodies pressed closely together on the small bed. You turned to your side, looking up at him in pure adoration.

“Y/N…” Hunter broke the silence that was only filled with panting as you both tried to catch your breath, “you are…so perfect”

“So are you” You smiled at him.

“I’m never letting you go. That’s a promise” He assured you. The words brought you comfort, and you truly believed him.

It wasn’t but shortly after that you both drifted into a deep sleep, holding each other close while your minds rested. The sleep was peaceful and uninterrupted, as neither of you had nightmares that night.

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[clu-ven]

The Bad Batch discovering you stayed loyal to Empire HCs

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The jungle is coloured in hues of silver, the overhead canopy filtering in just enough moonlight to see. Despite hearing the Marauder flying above, he can’t see the ship yet and thus, the chase is still on.

Branches crack under his heavy boots. Vines sway as he sprints past them. He can feel his lungs burn but he ignores it, urging his body onwards. 

He knows you're closing in. Well, he doesn’t know you are… whenever he manages to glance behind as he runs, all the clone sees is the new assassin sent by the Empire gaining on him.

He follows the instructions that are hurriedly given through his comm. “Just another few metres and there’s a clearing, we’ll get you there!” his brother’s voice assures him. It doesn’t seem like a difficult task but as he stumbles out onto the clearing and realises it’s a cliff edge, things become interesting.

You know better than to run straight out after him and instead opt to stay close to the tree line. As the Marauder hovers closer to him, a sigh escapes your lips.

Maybe you won’t be able to capture him this time but as he looks back at you, you decide to take off your helmet and show him exactly who this new assassin is...

HUNTER

Hunter thought the Empire couldn’t hurt him anymore. But here you are. He presumed he lost you a long time ago but now you’re standing in front of him, a slight scowl darkening your face as you stand your ground.

For a moment, Hunter forgets that he’s just a few feet away from escaping this close encounter. All of his thoughts are consumed by you. How are you still alive? And why are you working for the Empire?! 

He says your name in a mere whisper, the engines of the ship behind him easily drowning out his words. But you don’t need to hear his words to know how Hunter feels. 

There is a look of misery and regret in Hunter’s eyes, a sad acceptance of things that could have gone a different way.

You know this is your chance. He’s completely vulnerable, shock distracting him from his hypervigilant senses. If you wanted to take the shot, this was your chance… but you don’t. Instead you simply stare, a feeling you thought you long buried rising within you.

If this happened when the Batch first strayed from the Empire, before they truly knew the cruel dictatorship they were up against, Hunter would have offered you his hand and tried his best to convince you to come with them. 

But now? This far into the tyranny of the Empire? It’s a painful realisation but Hunter knows you’ve already chosen a side. He’s already been through the turmoil of this with Crosshair, he can’t go through that again just for you to reject his help.

Hunter knows that leaving the Empire has to be a decision you make. Not him. 

And so Hunter makes his escape, grabbing onto the rope Wrecker has thrown down for him. He knows this won’t be the last time you two meet, and he knows you’re letting him go on purpose.

Hunter knows you too well and he knows that you could have fought harder if you wanted to.

Slowly watching as you turn back and retreat into the darkness of the jungle, Hunter sighs, hoping that maybe the you he knows and lov-… *ahem*, the you he knows is still in there somewhere, deep deep down.

WRECKER

Wrecker smiles when he spots you but that quickly turns to shock and sadness. Looking back at the others on the ship, Wrecker gives them a confused look that reads ‘are you seeing what I’m seeing?!’. Wrecker is every emotion.

After all this time apart, you’re right in front of him and yet you’re not. Wrecker’s smile slowly dims, his initial joy slowly fading as he comes to the realisation that it was you chasing him through the jungle so ferociously. 

Wrecker’s face grows sullen. How has it come to this? He doesn’t understand but he knows this isn’t you. It can’t be! You must’ve gone through the same treatment as Crosshair or maybe they have something they’re using against you.

He refuses to believe you’re doing this because you want to and so against his better judgement, Wrecker ignores the shouts of his brothers to retreat and heads straight for you.

With renewed determination, Wrecker manages to dodge a few of your attacks. He tries to disarm you without actually hurting you.

He can’t just leave you here, not when you’re like this and in the Empire’s grasp. Wrecker would never forgive himself if he leaves without you.

Despite having trained with you in the past, this is a completely different experience. This isn’t sparring. This is a fight. You slash your blade through the air each time he nears you, Wrecker moving as swiftly as he can. You’re like a wild animal being cornered, your eyes darting around as you try to maintain the upper hand.

The Marauder lowers to the ground as Hunter and Crosshair jump out, ready to help their brother (and to also make sure Wrecker doesn’t get himself killed). 

With their help, Wrecker manages to disarm you... and he may have accidentally knocked you unconscious too. He swears he didn’t mean to put you in a headlock that tight! But honestly, it’s probably a happy accident that’ll make this a lot easier.

Even though the others are dubious about having you on the ship, Wrecker is adamant that they have to help you and make you see what the Empire truly is. You would have done the same for any of them and so it’s only right that they help you now.

With AZI scanning you for any serious injuries (or microchips), Wrecker sits beside you and patiently waits for you to awake, his head hanging low as he tries to come to terms with this new revelation.

ECHO

Seeing you again is like defeating impossible odds and it makes Echo come to a sudden realisation. The moment is an unexpected one, yet somehow deeply familiar.

Echo wonders if this is how Rex felt when he realised Echo was still alive and on Skako Minor.

He wants to reach out to you, to offer you his hand... but he doesn’t. Instead, Echo hesitates. The powerful urge to act on his impulse lingers for a moment before rational thinking catches up to his heart and he stops himself.

He can’t help it as his concern grows for you. The unfortunate thing is, Echo knows that you might not even want his help. Maybe it’s too late and Echo wouldn’t be able to sway you from your stance in all of this. 

Echo is still plagued by how he was forced to help the Separatist forces during the war and so much of the concern he feels for you stems from his dreary past. 

Slowly taking a few steps in your direction, Echo approaches you with caution. He’s careful to maintain a constant vigilance over your hands and movements, being aware of how quickly this could go wrong. He tries to ask why you’re with the Empire, if you’re aware of what they’re doing to the clones. 

Echo knows that you care about the clones, or that at least you did at some point. Even if your beliefs have changed, he’s confident you would never stand for what the Empire is doing to his brothers. If he can just get you to hear him out, then he’s certain you can both get to some sort of an understanding. 

The last thing Echo wants to do is argue, especially with how high tensions are. Echo knows you. Of course he does. You two have been through so much. And so he knows that all he needs to do is fill you in on the mistreatment of the clones and you’ll turn your back on the Empire… right?

Despite the fact that you were just chasing him, Echo doesn't want this to be a “you vs him” sort of thing. If you listen to him and open your eyes to what the Empire truly is, then Echo can assure you that with some time, you can be brought into the fold of the rebellion. This isn’t the end and he assures you that any trust that may have faltered can be restored. 

Of course Echo wants you to join them immediately, hence why he initially went to offer you his hand. But for that to actually happen, he needs to see some sort of cooperation from you, whether that be a plea for help, you lowering your weapons to the ground or simply engaging in conversation when he informs you about the clones.

If you choose to go with them, Echo would call for some back up from the ship, reassuring you as Hunter and Wrecker join him. It’s only a precaution in case some kind of sleeper agent training activates. It’s going to take a while for them to trust you again so be prepared for a lot of “precautions”.

But if you choose to stay with the Empire? Well, at least Echo knows he tried.

TECH

Tech should have seen this coming. The Empire’s latest play of deploying assassins to hunt them down has resulted in an essential need for stealth.

Not only is that one of your strong suits but your great track record and prior relationship with the Batch makes you the perfect candidate to locate and eliminate them. In hindsight, Tech feels as though you were the obvious choice.

Tech contemplates holding his ground against you but with the Marauder so close, he realises that retreating is the most logical option. He is mindful of his movements, slowly taking steps backwards as to not startle you or trigger you into action. 

After hearing about how the Empire’s harsh ways of conditioning people, Tech is aware that whatever they may have subjected you to may have drastically changed you. The likelihood that you might not be the you Tech once knew is unfortunately high.

Tech's mindset is one of caution and pragmatism, balancing the risks and benefits of each option. So while he would ideally want you to lay down your weapons and come with them peacefully, he needs to think about his brother’s and Omega’s safety; something that could be jeopardised further if you joined them.

Not only would you joining them cause potential problems for them, but Tech is conscious of how that would endanger you too.

What if you’re chipped with a tracker? Would the Empire be able to track you down easily, and thus them too? He refuses to make such an impulsive decision and ask you to come with them.

In an ideal world, this would never happen. You would never be with the Empire. But here you are, and this is something Tech isn’t going to dismiss simply because he thought you were a close ally back in the day.

Once Tech is sure he’s close enough to the ship, he swiftly boards the platform. You watch the ship slowly rise higher and higher, the look on your face one that Tech is unable to read. 

Before he loses sight of you, Tech gives you a simple nod. It’s not a nod of respect - how can it be when you’re doing the Empire’s dirty work?! - but it is one of recognition. Recognition of what was once between you both as well as the familiarity of an old pawn of the Republic seeing a new pawn of the Empire. 

He needs to think, to analyse this new development. Tech remains calm as the Marauder soars away from you and through hyperspace. The others all speak over each other at this new development but Tech is quiet.

Right now, his main concern is to come up with potential ways of meeting you again in hopefully less hostile circumstances and to find out what exactly is going on. 

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair wishes this was a surprise to him. But honestly? You and him were always close, having a deeper understanding of each other than most. And so if the Empire was able to keep him for so long then he unfortunately sees how they’ve been able to keep their grasp on you too.

He takes a moment to analyse your stillness. You’re simply standing there, watching; as if you’re waiting for him to make the first move.

Despite the scowl on your face, Crosshair acknowledges that you haven’t moved for your blaster yet. Perhaps you’re conflicted? 

You took off your helmet for a reason. You wanted him to know that it’s you. For Crosshair, that’s enough to deduce that maybe you’re doubting the Empire and the mission they’ve given you.

If there’s anyone who can sympathise with your predicament, it’s Crosshair. And while he doesn’t know all the facts or why you’re here, he knows first hand how the Empire has basically drilled it into people’s heads that they’re the good guys and so he can’t blame you for carrying those beliefs. 

Crosshair has heard this plea before. He’s heard it countless times but that was when his brothers were the ones trying to convince him to abandon the Empire. But now he’s on the opposite side and trying to persuade you to leave the Empire.

He opens his hands, almost as if surrendering but in reality he just wants to show you he’s not reaching for a weapon either. All he wants to do is talk and to make sure you’re aware that just because you’re on opposite sides doesn’t mean you’re necessarily enemies.

Unfortunately this is the part that Crosshair is bad at. Talking. Reasoning. Not being sarcastic or saying a snide comment. He isn’t as compassionate as Hunter, nor can he find the right words like Echo usually can in situations like this. 

“I thought you were too smart to fall for the Empire’s lies,” Crosshair can practically hear Omega sigh in the Marauder at his choice of words but it’s how he’s always talked to you. Neither of you have ever minced your words before. Clearing his throat, he tries again, keeping his words genuine and making sure you know he wants to help.

Even if you’re receptive to his truce, Crosshair is hesitant to bring you with them. Not because you may be conditioned to bend to the Empire’s every whim but because he fears what they may do to you if they realise you've went AWOL. Crosshair knows exactly what it’s like to get on the bad side of the Empire and it’s something he would never wish on you.

Whatever your decision is, Crosshair respects it. He won’t pester you to change your mind.

Crosshair still believes in you and whatever it is you decide to do, he’ll trust. Whether you’re on opposite sides of the galaxy, a war, or a game of Dejarik, Crosshair will always have trust in you.

[bung3665]

Some Dynamics and Character Lore From GGZ

Given the title, this won't cover everything, especially the dynamics that are present for GGZ-only characters, but I thought I'd make a post for Hi3 characters that are present in GGZ for those of you who like to draw fanart/write fanfiction. As well as the fact that I like talking about GGZ.

Fair warning: this is going to be long, I have a bad habit of going into too much detail on things like this, so please bear with me.

For this post in particular, I was going to focus on multiple characters but this ended up being so long I relegated to it just being about Kiana and Mei, and more specifically two versions of them. I might make a follow up post for Bronya/Seele/Sin at another time.

Trigger warning for attempted suicide below. I feel like I should include this just in case.

Short introduction but that's all I have to say before diving into the material.

Kiana/Mei

It shouldn't really be a surprise that Kiana's greatest dynamic is with Mei and only Mei. The two are a lot more blatant with their feelings and relationship in GGZ. However, their relationship is also more tumultuous than in Hi3. They are a good example of doomed yuri, besides the ending to the Reborn storyline, which is bittersweet at the least and good at the most.

The writing of GGZ carries the same theme as Honkai 3rd, fighting against the fate of the world and for all that's beautiful. GGZ tends to explore the darker aspects to this setting, often times mixing in heavier themes while doubling down on the struggles of the characters. At times, it can be almost over the top, but I think its cohesive and still a finely crafted story.

It should come as no shocker that Kiamei is the primary ship of GGZ, it's outright confirmed that they love each other at points throughout the story. Sometimes it is for lesbian bait, but on the whole I think their writing is good and the way they rely on each other for support is nice.

Kiana and Mei are more grounded in GGZ, if I had to word it. They're still incredibly resilient, but there are times where they crack mentally. It happens to Kiana more than it does to Mei (save for the last arc, where it's all about Mei suffering), but seeing them work through these things does deepen the bond they have.

Now with all that said, let's move on to the actual content of this post.

Retrospective

Retro is the story you play when you first start the game, this is the "first half" of GGZ's story in some regard. GGZ's story and setting is divided into separate eras, with the main two being Retrospective and Reborn. Era Zero, taking place before both of them, was never fully completed unfortunately.

In Retro, Kiana and Mei initially start off on the wrong foot. Mei is sort of hostile towards Kiana (a result of her becoming a Herrscher) and Kiana is a bit insensitive to Mei on introduction, but after learning about Mei's past, Kiana manages to get through to Mei after their battle and the two make up.

Will put it out there that much like Kiana in the Hi3 mangas and early Hi3 story, she's a perv here. Yet her crush on Mei is a genuine thing.

Things calm down for a while, but when Bronya enters the picture and Mei begins to dote on her like a big sister, Kiana gets a little...possessive, and jealous. She's quite immature when it comes to romance in Retro. And while Mei is more serene about things she does care for Kiana too.

The two have their own unresolved matters, however. For Kiana, it's finding her dad who went missing when she was young (note: Kiana in GGZ is not a clone like in Hi3, this is the real and original Kiana Kaslana). And for Mei, it's regarding Ryoma's sentencing and his ties to Anti-Entropy. The two bring it up at points and reassure each other that they will find their dads which is sweet.

Things take a turn for the worse when Cocolia attacks St. Freya with the Moonlight Throne battleship. When the ship crashes into the church where the furnace containing the core of the second Herrscher is (yeah they stored Sirin's core there), Kiana somewhat fuses with the core and has a complete mental breakdown when Cocolia reveals the truth about Siegfried and how Kiana murdered him when she accidentally became a Herrscher while young.

This causes Kiana to become a Herrscher due to the rising amounts of Honkai energy in her body. If you're wondering about Cocolia, she dies by heading into the Honkai furnace and gets swallowed up by all the Honkai.

Kiana kills everyone after becoming the Herrscher of Finality (or Herrscher of The End, Final Herrscher etc), and the last person she kills is Mei.

It's a sad scene through and through, and the CGs are great. Even more so because at the end, when Kiana and Mei are floating above the world, Kiana still cries while the world ends.

See you in the next world originates from this scene. Very good piece of music.

So what happens after? The world ends, Mei and everyone die, but what happens to Kiana?

Kiana became a puppet for the Honkai, even after the initial catastrophe that occurred at St. Freya, small groups of people managed to survive the world-wide Honkai eruption. But they too would be wiped out by Kiana.

She didn't move, she didn't think anymore, and she had no emotion. Only when the Honkai needed her to kill whatever remnants of civilization rose up did she move.

This carried on for hundreds of years, or tens of thousands, but by the end Kiana had killed all of humanity.

And then she regained her consciousness and was faced with the reality of how many she had killed and how much blood she had spilled. To save herself from the suffering she tried to end her life, but because she was a Herrscher, she was immortal.

No one could kill Kiana, not even Kiana herself. When Kiana realized this fact she gave up all resistance. She deluded her mind with memories of the past and paralyzed herself on the spear she had impaled herself with, until the day Honkai disappeared from the world.

Quite the terrible end. I won't be covering Reborn in this post, but I thought it would be cool to write about the Fire Moth DLC side story, since their relationship in that story builds off of Retro.

Fire Moth

To understand Kiana and Mei's relationship in Fire Moth, you first need an understanding of the setting. The events of Fire Moth happen during Reborn's story, during the story chapters as a matter of fact.

But Fire Moth itself technically takes place in a stigma space where the world has turned desolate five years after Kiana became a Herrscher and destroyed everything. It should be noted that this is the world contained in the stigma space, so the setting of the story is not taking place in the real world. The backstories and characters are acting upon how they were in Retro (and were materialized by Kyuushou's memories of them).

This is Kyuushou's stigmata space, and she has the stigmata of both Kiana and Mei from Retro. Hence why this world bears so much familiarity to Retro.

Most life on the surface is dead, and the survivors in Nagazora have banded together to form the organization "Fire Moth", or "Moth Who Chases The Flame", under the leadership of an older Bronya.

Houraiji Kyuushou is the protagonist of Fire Moth, and you play through the story as her amnesiac self. Kiana is still the Final Herrscher, and rather than a being who is carrying out the Honkai's will endlessly, or someone who still has enough emotion and humanity to cry, this Kiana has gone deep into nihilism and has become devoid of most emotion.

This is a Kiana who knows what happened thousands of years ago and guilt has eaten away at her and left her with nothing.

CG of Kiana when Kyuushou first meets her in a dream.

To get a good idea of what Kiana and Mei are going through in Fire Moth, how about this short conversation I machine-translated. Might be inaccurate, I don't know Chinese that well! But hopefully it helps. Some of it has been taken from Guns Girl Z Cutscene Interpreter as well, I translated some of the text that was still in Chinese.

(Mei's text is purple, and Kiana's is blue).

Mei…what would you do if the world didn't fall apart?

If it hadn't collapsed...

I would probably have been like an ordinary girl, studying something I like, enrolling in a university I wished to go to, and then starting my own family, and walking through a happy and uneventful life with the person I love.

Kiana, what about you?

For me…as long as I'm with Mei, I'm already satisfied.

Really…don't say such embarrassing things...If it's Kiana then there must be something more worthy of pursuing.

If it's the old me…I do have hundreds of wishes I want to fulfill...

I wanted to attend the same school as Mei, eat our bento together under a cherry blossom tree, and spend our entire lunch break lazily.

I want to travel around the world with Mei, take pictures of us in beautiful landscapes, and keep our figures in a precious photo album forever.

I want to build a small cabin by the sea with Mei, watch the tide rise and fall together, collect seashells on the sand blown by the sea breeze together, and then fall asleep under the embrace of the moonlight.

There are so many more wishes…well there are so many more plans too..

But now…

I just want to stay by your side quietly like this forever.

Mei...please give me your hand.

Yes...

If it's possible, will you stay with me until the end of the world?

Kiana…thank you.

Thank you for loving me so much. For protecting me so much.

But both of us, no, we all, we all understand.

That this is a long-cherished wish that simply cannot be fulfilled.

Because...because all of it...has been destroyed by your hands.

Every promise has been turned into ash... and we can never go back.

I'm so sorry Kiana...I'm so sorry.

It's time for us to say our farewells...

(Kiana alone with Mei's ribbon).

...

I understand.

In fact, I understand it better than anyone.

This is the mistake I made...I've destroyed our future with my own hands.

Such an ending is the best punishment for me.

Alone in a world without you. Even death is too kind for me.

(There's a little bit more to this scene, but it's not relevant to this post).

During the final battle between Kiana and Mei (they're both in the same nihilistic and existential boat here, so naturally they are the two overarching antagonists), when Mei falls in battle, Kiana bids her farewell and calls Mei her "only regret".

At the end of Fire Moth, Kyuushou manages to reignite Kiana's wish from forty-two thousand years ago, which was to bring hope to the world. What Kiana was chasing all this time was a sliver of hope in a world that gave her none.

Kiana relinquishes her existence after their battle, so she along with Mei disappear from the world entirely. No one remembers them and nobody recognizes their names. Kyuushou remarks that Kiana's dream was to live in a world without Honkai, a sentiment echoed by both Kiana and Mei.

Fun fact: if you 100% all of Fire Moth, you get this wonderful CG of the two.

Conclusion

If you made it this far, thanks. I'm a bit out of my element when writing things like this, so if you have any questions on anything I'd be happy to answer them. I appreciate GGZ a lot, so making this was fun and I hope I can do more of it for the others.

I have a nagging feeling this was a bit too long, so I apologize for that. I ended up explaining a lot of GGZ's lore when this was mainly supposed to be about relationship dynamics...oops.

But to summarize, Kiana and Mei's relationship isn't entirely different from what they have in Hi3, but just like in Hi3 they have their own struggles and nuances. Mostly in the formed of doomed yuri but that's beside the point. I like their relationship in GGZ, at times its as simple as a few exchanges before a battle, and at others its the crux of the story itself.

With all that being said, I hope you enjoyed the read!!

[clonefandomevents]

Haunted Clone Week Prompts!

Here are the prompts for the Haunted Clone Week! There were so many good options and ideas, that we decided to give a total of nine prompts a day! As well as two Free Days, and a little surprise Bonus as well! Can't wait to see what they inspire!

Day 1- October 23rd

-Folklore, Mysteries and Regional Gothic of South America; Haunted Kamino

-Ghost Ships

-Time Loops

-Space Bermuda Triangle

-Dark Between the Stars

NSFW Prompt- Battlefield Sex

-"You said I killed you- haunt me then!" from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Day 2-October 24th

-Folklore, Mysteries and Regional Gothic of Africa; Haunted Christophsis

-Force Ghosts

-Left Behind

-Not Quite Human

-Bloody Hands

-NSFW Prompt- Blood Kink

-"Ghosts are guilt, ghosts are secrets, ghosts are regrets and failings. But most times, most times a ghost is a wish." (The Haunting of Hill House)

Day 3- October 25th

-Folklore, Mysteries and Regional Gothic of Europe; Haunted Umbara

-They Don't Know They're Dead

-Marching Far Away (But Still Beside Me)

-Body Horror -Please Not Again

-NSFW Prompt-Ghost Sex

-“I’m scared to close my eyes, I’m scared to open them. We’re gonna die out here.” — Heather Donahue, “The Blair Witch Project”

Day 4- October 26th

-Folklore, Mysteries and Regional Gothic of Australia; Haunted Felucia

-Ghost Stories

-Trapped and Not Alone

-Eldritch Horror

-Moonlight

-NSFW Prompt-Knife Play

-"Dozens of eyes looked out from the trees"

Day 5- October 27th

-Folklore, Mysteries and Regional Gothic of North America; Haunted Dothomir

-Mistaking a Ghost for a Living Person

-Marching Back (Dead Clones Coming Back)

-The Witching Hour

-Accidentally Cursed

-NSFW Prompt-Ritual Sex

-"Soldier keep on marching on/Head down till the work is done" - "Soldier" by Fleurie

Day 6- October 28th

-Folklore, Mysteries and Regional Gothic of Asia; Haunted Coruscant

-Haunted Space Ships

-Their Armor Holds Thier Souls

-Glowing Eyes in the Dark

-Fog

-NSFW Prompt-Possession

-"It seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge. Who did you come back for?" from White is For Witching by Helen Oyeyemi

Days 7 &8- October 29th-30th

Free Days! Have a prompt you liked, but wasn't included? Have a spooky idea that doesn't quite fit one of the other days? These are the days designed specifically for you!

BONUS!- October 31st

So, I apparently am not good at counting. Which gave us an extra day to the week on accident! So, we decided to do something a little different for the accidental bonus day.

Twist An Episode Day!

-Basically, it's take any episode of Clone Wars, Bad Batch, anything the clones are in and twist it so the CLONES are the ones coming out on top. Do something to an episode so that it's the soldiers fighting, not the corrupt leadership, who benefit. Preferably something a little out there, a lil spooky, but it can be whatever you want. Use the extra day so that for once, it's the clones winning.

-Links to Photo Prompts origins below

[sammylbir]

Day 2: Monsters (Miu Iruma x Rui Kisigirai)

(Note: The following fic takes place in an au of the Danganronpa Plasmaverse)

Miu sat by the ship and glanced through the window, noticing the calm waves dance to the wind and the moonlight.

To think that the noise of those waves would calm her was...surprising.

After all, she had been stuck on a ship for weeks, to participate in that stupid game a second time.

To survive.....to live on....

To...see all of her friends dying...Adeku.....

............

Miu clenched her teeth and then noticed her nails turning pink and sharpening, gaining length as well. The inventor had begun to accept herself, as a clone of Miu Iruma.

A clone that happened to be her own being.

A clone that happened to survive.

A clone that had the ability to control its own pink blood....

.........

She cut her arm lightly and noticed the blood leaking out, forming a tendril. The sight was a lot less horrifying than she anticipated honestly.

When she first figured out the truth behind Himiko, Ryoma and herself it horrified her......

To learn that your entire existence was a complete lie....

....and yet, she forged her own path.

Miu glanced at the reflection in the open window. Unlike the original Miu, she was quite the beefcake to say the least. After escaping from Idabashi's factory, she began to train like crazy. To never be weak again.

And it gave her this bod...a built that would probably make Kairo jealous...if he was still alive that is.

... he'd... be happy for her. Right?

"Hmm....playing with your tentacles again, handsome?"

Miu perked up and turned around, facing a certain tall girl with bright short orange hair, a purple hoodie, black shorts and a massive katana attached to her back. The inventor smiled.

Rui Kisigirai. A fellow killing game survivor, Ultimate Lucky Student and Serial Killer/Knight Templar known as Sparkling Justice 2.0.

To think that she'd date a brutal vigilante like her....it was certainly strange. Then again life was fucking strange.

Miu rolled her eyes.

"Fuck off, bitch. I'm not that perverted."

"Suure...", Rui noted and grinned. "And you totally weren't loud on the toilet last night."

"He...hey! Taking a shit has health benefits!", Miu protected flustered, while the redhead giggled.

"Hehe...you big blonde hunk...", she replied cheekily, before her smile relaxed. "But seriously. You are still struggling with coming to terms with yourself, right?"

"What the hell do ya mean? I, Miu Iruma, have totally accepted myself for who and what i am.", the inventor answered annoyed, trying to put up a confident grin.

Keyword being "Tried"

But she couldn't put up the charade. Not in front of her.

"Miu.", Rui stated, as she crossed her arms and tilted her head. "Stop being such an open mess. You can't lie for the life of you, hottie."

"Fuck off...", Miu admitted defeated and turned away flustered, staring at the sea and watching the waves dancing. Rui let out a sigh and approached her slowly, before she was right behind her.

"Self doubts again?"

"Kinda.", Miu admitted and then shook her head. "I mean... it's hard to cope with the fact that ya are a fucking Monster, ya know?"

"A monster?"

"Hell yeah.", the blonde replied and watched her blood tendril moving, the texture reminding her of some sort of melted cream. "I mean... I'm a clone that can fucking control blood...that ain't really normal you know."

"Not really.", Rui answered with a shrug. "Unless ya count periods. Thats when my blood drops."

"Yeah, very funny.", Miu mumbled and rolled her eyes. Rui giggled and then embraced her from behind.

"Come on, Mew Mew. You aren't a monster. Just because you are different doesn't mean you're a monster. Right?"

"I mean... I guess but.... I don't fucking know..."

With a sigh she glanced down and Rui began to massage her shoulders.

"Listen, you aren't a monster. You never raped, killed or hurt innocent people. Unlike the bastards I killed, like that one Towa guy. And they can't control blood like you do, handsome."

"I know... I fucking know...", Miu admitted and glanced away, her cheeks reddening.

"See? So what if you're no longer human? You're still you. Miu Iruma. Strong, smart and...."

"Fucking dominant?", Miu asked her with a growing grin, as Rui shrugged.

"Well yes. But I actually meant dorky and a bottom."

She giggled and Miu crossed her arms annoyed.

"Fuck off, flat-chested slut...", the inventor muttered, as Rui chuckled and kissed her shoulder.

"But seriously, don't doubt yourself. You are you, okay? And that doesn't make ya a monster. Okay beefdumpster?"

Miu felt her cheeks reddening, as her blood tendril shook slightly. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and her blood returned to its wound, closing itself like nothing ever happened.

"Hmm...thanks, Rui. You really know, how to make this bitch happy.", she replied with reddened cheek, before delivering a kiss on Rui's cheek. The redhead blushes with a grin and then put her head on her chest.

"Hmm...new lipstick?", she asked with a mumble.

"Thought ya'd like it.", Miu replied with a smirk. "I know ya can't resist me."

"I agree. I can't, with such a hottie.", Rui said and pressed a lip on her strong stomach. Miu blushed and felt herself growing weaker yet again.

"Tch...abs kisser..."

"Tip enjoyer.", Rui replied with a grin and hummed into her stomach. "Love ya."

"Love ya roo....Red tip.", Miu mumbled shyly, before suddenly regaining confidence and pulling her lover to a kiss.

One that Rui would accept no matter what.

The End

[fluffyprettykitty]

Summer sleepover

running from august 21st to august 23rd

We are celebrating life & anything good in it ☺️ and the reward is a drabble sleepover! Ilysm all and sending good and summery vibes of peace of love to you all year round!

As I had promised in the past we will use the same format as the 1.8 wlw sleepover to help me write my drabbles! What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided.

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed to my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided. The same goes for all the categories.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You can request up to three times.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

⋆ The time frame is reserved for requests, I will write them and publish them as I see fit aka I don't want to post too much.

characters: Jack Russell, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Gamora, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop.

aus: apocalypse, bakery, book store, brothel, celebrity, clone, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbor, stripper, yandere, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, titty fucking, squirting, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, period sex, lactation, temperature play, edging, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, abandoned places, photoshoot.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, saying goodbye at the door, repairing things, changing bedsheets, exercising together, ordering takeout, bathing a pet, falling asleep, waking them up, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

No pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer, @tarrenterror25, @stargirlfics, @bvckysmoon @aphrogeneias @inklore @alohastyles-x @moonlight-prose @sunflowersteves @flordeamatista @e-dubbc11 @saradika @tom-whore-dleston

[star-farer]

until my love returns to me

Summary: In which the child who can no longer be kept in her buire's care lingers even still in their memories. AU: Ik'aad, HFSW Taglist: @kybercrystals94 @fionas-frenzy @padawancat97 @margindoodles2407 @dreamsight73 @comfy-vember

Comfy-vember 2024, Day 12: Hand on shoulder, Day 13: Surprise compliment

Author's note: Decided to play with their speech patterns to fit the HFSW AU better this time 'round. I hope it works out fine, Margin! And I'm very much open to criticism concerning it; writing sailors are a completely new area whose jargon I had to research a little on.

“Shoulda known I’d find you here.”

The voice makes him jump. “Kriff!”

Hunter laughs, soft and warm in the cool night air. A scowl over dulled leather is his reward.

“I’d have sent you o’erboard fer that,” says Crosshair, watching with narrowed eyes as his brother comes to lean against the ship’s railing beside him.

The elder huffs a breath that is part fondness and part amusement. “Tis well that I am the quicker, then, aye?”

“With the blade, perhaps.” Once more, the archer turns to face the calm horizon, watching the blue sky graze the shimmering dark seas. “The tale o’ the arrow is another entirely.”

“Ah, ‘course,” hums Hunter, bending his head to consider the murky waters lapping up the sides of the ship, “The arrow belongs to ye alone.”

Silence settles gently about them, not heavy and deafening as the chambers they are locked in for disobedience, but replete with the songs of the sea. The shifting waves murmur to each other, the winds whistle past on swift and briny wings, and hanging high amongst the iridescent stars is the pale face of the moon.

Peace is what he would name this silence, if not for the sorrow quietly stirring in his heart.

A sigh darts along the slim layer twixt water and air. “You’ll vaunt for hours on end ‘bout your prowess, vod’ika, I’ve no doubt o’ that. But it surely cannot be the reason for your vigil on a night so calm as this.”

There is a quiet request intwined along Hunter’s words with the mastery of a wordsmith. Akin to a dear hand held out to be taken, his shadowy voice is kind, patient. He is asking Crosshair to unveil his thoughts, to lay bare his grief.

The grey head bows to the reflections shivering across the inky surface. At the corner of his eye, the moonlight glints off the ring on his finger.

To accept the invitation is tempting.

To refuse, even more so.

The words sit on the edge of his tongue, awaiting the command of his hesitant mind. Tis naught to concern you. I had want only for a fresh breath of sea-air.

Like the swinging sword, the gaze he meets when he dares to lift his head lays waste to the words so well-wrought in his mouth. They die, shriveling as stale fruit, and coat his throat dry with their ashes. He holds ceremony for their loss with the tears that burn his eyes.

“Omega,” comes his rasping voice, and Hunter lifts his face to his, “I cannot forget her face.”

There is a strength, a firmness in the hand that comes to clasp his shoulder, and he draws his courage from it, leaning into its warmth.

“That is well—”

Disbelief strikes him across the cheek. “Well?”

“Nayc, hear me, brother.” Hunter’s mouth is a thin line. “That you ne’er forget our girl, that your memory of her face is not taken from you, tis a good thing. You carry her still in your heart and soul.”

“We clones bear souls?” he says with all bitterness.

But Hunter’s grip tightens, fingers digging past the layers of his blacks. A light gleams with ferocity in his dark eyes, the stars laughing cold silver in the black void. “Aye,” he growls, a fury barely restrained in his voice, “Elek. My brothers bear souls. I care none for the dogs that think elsewise.”

And though he wishes to refute this claim, Crosshair wraps one hand around Hunter’s wrist in accord, as always he has. Never once has his ori’vod let lies spill from his teeth. There is no reason to believe he will start henceforth, least of all with such conviction blazing in his face.

The younger dips his head in a single nod, chin tipping down to the deck they stand upon with planted feet.

Slowly, Hunter exhales.

“I understand, ner vod. Truly, I do. There are days and nights, dusks and dawns when all that fills me mind is the thought of her. But she is safe. Sundered from her kin, aye, but safe.” A sorrowed smile lifts his gloomy air. “And most important is that she remains in yer thoughts. Might keep you awake at all Force-forsaken hours, but she did that when we had ‘er too.”

Crosshair huffs a rueful chuckle at the memory of little hands patting his cheeks. Ever lively, their ad’ika, and never still. To keep her sat had proven o’er and again a challenge fit for kings, feet eager to run the miles and hands willing to climb the world.

And this memory, even as it whirls in his mind’s eye as a dream of an era lost — it wounds him with such yearning to remember the child he cannot return to. The child who has seen neither sun nor moon nor the uncountable stars, who has neither stepped on dry land nor breathed the fresh air. The child who was, despite all her lacking, wonder incarnate, her laughter pure, her eyes wide and glistening, her arms ever outstretched.

“You hold her in your heart, Cross,” says his brother, all tenderness, all love. Naught else is to be found in his warm gaze, naught else in the creases around his smiling mouth and eyes.

“Aye,” breathes Crosshair at last, with weighty voice and weighty heart, “Yet what I would give to hold her in my arms.”

And great fathoms beneath the ocean, lying in her subnautical chambers, the little clone-girl whispers the selfsame prayer as she slowly drifts to sleep, alone.

[littlemissmanga]

The Promise in Your Eyes

Pairing: Echo X Reader, @clonexreaderbingo Square: Echo

w/c: 1,444

Warnings: So much sexual tension but no sex. A shit ton of teasing. Is Reader being a brat, or is she just living the dream? You decide. SFW

A/N: This was a request from this prompt list and it solved my writer's block for my Echo square ^_^ I listed to Paralyzer by Finger Eleven when writing and I have to say it fits really well.

You would have felt a little guilty if the weight of his stare didn’t sit so delightfully on your skin.

It had settled on you the moment you strode into the room and made your way behind the bar at Cid’s. Usually, you hated that you had to moonlight when the guys got to relax after each mission. But tonight, it gave you the perfect opportunity to continue your slightly mean little game.

It wasn’t like you started it intentionally. Sure, you had been intentional in your efforts to grow closer to Echo. But riling him up on the latest mission hadn’t been the plan at first.

Proximity led to a few naturally awkward moments — a jerk of the ship sending you into his side, an injury needing attention in just this side of an appropriate location, seeing one another exiting the small fresher. They were small incidents, barely worth mentioning if not for your crush on the clone. And the way his gaze would always linger on you after, when he thought you weren’t looking.

It gave you a sliver of hope that maybe the infatuation was mutual.

Those moments would make your heart race, but what you loved the most was how flustered the usually so composed trooper would get.

But nothing had prepared you for last night. Echo had been in the pilot’s seat as Tech rested en route to your latest job. You claimed the co-pilot’s seat, keeping him company until the hour grew late enough that he insisted you go to sleep.

You rose to comply as the ship was rocked by a solar flare, sending you crashing into his lap.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You didn’t want to be the one to break the silence, sure he was unaware of how his arms cradled you to him out of instinct and unwilling to bring his attention to it lest he move them away.

Echo, on the other hand, looked paralyzed. His eyes were impossibly wide as they looked everywhere but your own. His hand and scomp both hovered above your arm and back, almost not daring to touch you but moving constantly, as if he wanted nothing else than to really feel you.

You never saw anything more beautiful in your life.

You took pity on him, though, and got up soon after, your apology soft and insincere. And as you lay down in the vacant bunk, your mind began thinking about how you could get him to look at you like that again. About how you can make him come undone.

But you hadn’t actually planned on doing it. It was a twist of fate, brought on by the twist of your ankle as you ran to the rendezvous point after finishing your part of the job. Echo was with you, catching you as you fell sideways. It took everything in you not to smile silly at the slight dusting at the tops of his cheeks and the way he cleared his throat to regain his voice, asking if you were OK.

A comm from Hunter meant you had needed to move quickly, and before you could say anything Echo’s demeanor changed. The mask of the soldier slipped back into place as he bent to sweep your knees and cradle you to his chest. Heat surged into your face and neck as your arms instinctively circled his shoulders, using him to hold yourself in place as he began running.

Shortly after — too short if you were honest — you crossed into the Marauder. You could feel Echo move to put you down and before you could stop yourself, you pulled closer, holding him tight as you whispered your gratitude into his neck. And who could say whether your lips brushed his delicate skin more than necessary.

You let yourself slide down only then, when you knew you’d get to see his owlish blinking.

It was after, once you had wrapped your ankle and iced it that you chose to take any chance to fluster Echo on the way back to Ord Mental — pressing against his back to reach around him to the control panel, very aware of his lack of armor and your lack of breastband under your shirt; letting your hand drag along his waist as you moved past him in the narrow hull; swaying your hips when you knew he was looking at you walk away.

With each tease, Echo would always stiffen and look away, almost always grabbing something to keep his hands busy. But as the trip home progressed, something changed. He stopped looking away. Instead, you rarely felt his eyes leave your form and as you drew closer to Ord Mantel, the weight of his stare intensified.

Your only reprieve had been when you went to change out of your armor to mind the bar. Cid didn’t really have a dress code, so you had free reign to pick. Not wanting something too obvious but not wanting the game to end just yet — even if only you knew you were playing — you had selected an outfit that was just on the acceptable side of immodest.

So when you served the first customer his drink, you made sure to lean over the bar just a bit more than necessary. Nothing was visible directly, but the way your breasts rested against the bar pushed your cleavage up and right into Echo’s line of sight.

With a bold confidence you couldn’t account for, you glanced up to catch his eyes directly for the first time since leaving the ship. Satisfaction thrummed through you at the sight of him stiffening at being caught. It was a miracle his grip didn’t shatter his glass, and you wonder how that grip would feel on you.

You held his gaze for far longer than either of you could write off, reveling in the tension sizzling between you. It was a live thing, sparking so wildly you were sure to catch fire.

Feeling a satisfied smirk sliding into place on your lips, you slid back into the bar and turned to clean your station.

For the rest of the night, you avoided meeting Echo’s eyes, teasing him with the possibility of another heated look … and never delivering. But as fewer and fewer patrons filled the bar, you were running out of distractions. Eventually, it was just the two of you. He had kept his seat at the bar and was tracking every move as you flitted back and forth closing shop.

“Well, I guess that’s it for tonight,” you said loudly, finally turning to look at him.

Your core clenched at the sight waiting for you. Echo’s usually warm eyes were molten as they held yours, the intensity of his gaze melting your stomach to match. Your breath quickened as you could feel the heat encapsulate you.

“Not quite.” Echo’s voice was quiet, no louder than usual. But it was firm in a way that allowed no argument.

Slowly, he stood and made his way around the bar. Where his eyes refused to remain still, taking in every inch of you before him, yours were locked on his face. Gone was any trace of his flustered self from earlier. But it wasn’t the soldier’s mask that replaced it this time. Instead was a new look, one that inspired a delicious jolt of your heart.

“Oh? Did you need something else?” You delighted in how quickly his eyes snapped back to yours at the teasing lilt of your voice. You needed him to know without a doubt you were aware of what you were doing.

“Yeah,” he rasped as he invaded your personal space, leaning in until both arms rested against the bar on either side of you. “Those pretty eyes of yours have been making promises to me all day. I need to know if you’re planning on fulfilling them.”

Oh, you were done for. Everything about Echo in this moment demanded an answer from you, and you were more than happy to give it to him. If you had only known this was hidden under those flustered responses, you would have started this game a long time ago.

Ready to seal your fate, you rest your hands on Echo’s hips, digging in a little to soothe the sensitive muscles above his prosthetics. You lean forward, pressing your chest against his, indulging in the heat you were both giving off as you hold your lips just out of reach of his.

“Why don’t you find out?”

The last thing you saw was the flash of unadulterated desire flood Echo’s eyes before you were consumed by his kiss.

Taglist: @burningfieldof-clover, @blueink-bluesoul

Previous Clone X Reader Bingo Squares:

Don't Forget That, Okay? (Cross x Reader)

Rex (Technically Pt 2 can be read as a standalone, but Pt 1 is here.)

Mechanic (Tech x Reader)

Tatooine (Boba x Reader)

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

"You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen."

@summer-of-bad-batch week 4 alt prompt

Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Omega, Lyana Hazard Set directly after the S3 epilogue Word Count: ~720 Read Here on AO3

Synopsis: Omega departs Pabu with an unexpected passenger

Omega guided the ship carefully out of the beach-side cove, proximity sensors flashing an urgent warning but their sirens silenced. She knew exactly how much clearance she had without scraping the wing-tips on the cave mouth, what altitude she needed to occupy – just barely above the lapping waves – to avoid scraping the top of the ship of the rocky ceiling.

Then she was out and moonlight streamed into the cockpit, flaring in a bluish gleam through the cracked glass of the goggles on the dashboard. She smiled to herself, sorrow and anticipation forming an unsettling partnership inside her gut.

She wouldn’t look back. She had said her goodbyes.

Instead she gunned the engines, sending her small ship speeding out over the water before pulling up into a steep ascent, heading for the edge of the atmosphere.

Below, Pabu shrunk away against the ocean, receding to a bright spark of warm yellow light against the black and moon-crested waves.

Her home of so many years – the haven amongst the ocean that they had chosen for themselves – she would miss it.

But not as much as she would miss this adventure, if she didn’t go on it now.

After all, she wouldn’t be alone. She knew so many of the clones already fighting in the rebellion, and the other peoples too. She was ready to be one of them; now was the time to lend her presence, her flying and fighting skills, to those men and women already pushing back against the empire.

As the ship buffeted through the upper atmosphere and into the vacuum of space, she heard a soft scrape.

The unexpected noise was hardly enough to make her panic. She was too well-trained for that. Half a lifetime with her brothers had taught her how to take care of herself. She leaned forwards as though reaching for a button on the control panel, but the crease of her body let her reach for the blaster affixed under the pilot’s column.

Omega stretched her hearing to its limit as she curled her fingers around the blaster. Putting the faintest pressure on the trigger, she carefully drew the gun into her lap as she straightened. She may lack Hunter’s enhanced senses but her instincts were good, and she listened patiently as the intruder extricated themselves from their hiding place.

A quiet thunk, a muffled curse, and Omega span to her feet, blaster aimed at chest level.

Lyana grinned sheepishly, raising her hands in surrender even as she ducked to avoid Omega’s aim.

“Only me!” she offered apologetically, her voice chiming with amusement as Omega’s brown eyes went wide.

Confusion, then concern, flickered across Omega’s face, before both were swept away by a dazzling smile which lit her face from ear to ear.

“You!” she squealed, rushing forwards and grabbing Lyana under her armpits. Lyana groaned a complaint as the blaster still in Omega’s hand dug into her side, but Omega was lifting her and spinning her and she laughed gaily before dropping back to her toes, linking both arms around Omega’s neck and pulling her in to a playful kiss.

“You really think you’re going without me?” she teased as they broke apart, keeping her forehead pressed close to Omega’s. “Not going to happen!”

“How did you get here?” asked Omega, dropping the hand with the blaster to her side, lifting the other to stroke a hand over Lyana’s neck to the soft curls at her nape. She hadn’t stopped smiling. “I was with Hunter. How did you sneak past us?”

Lyana chuckled, peppering Omega’s brow with kisses. “I’ve been hiding in here for hours,” she confessed, a guilty grin accompanying her words. “When Hunter showed up, I was sure he would realise…” She ducked her head to peer seriously into Omega’s eyes. “You’re not mad?”

Omega didn’t answer, other than to take Lyana’s hand and tug her gently towards the pilot’s chair. She seated herself, then pulled her girlfriend down into her lap.

The bittersweet ache of bidding farewell to Hunter still sat low in her chest, but now her heart raced with excitement once more.

“Ready for the jump to hyperspace?” she asked, quirking one eyebrow at Lyana.

Lyana merely linked her arms round Omega’s neck, shuffling to make herself comfortable.

“With you?” The question melted into a smile. “Always.”

[respectthepetty]

Please share your favorite gmmtv actor ships - they do not need to be a fixed couple, if you have those (because i do). Also, this is not meant to be an ask for real people shipping, if you are uncomfortable with that. Just your favorites maybe in terms of on-screen dynamics or any other criteria. Sorry if this is so vague 😭

Anon, serious questions before I begin - Can First and Water be a favorite pair because the amount he cries in each series, I need my babygirl to stay hydrated?

Or can one of my favorite pairs be Sing & a suit/necklace combo with the shirt unbuttoned and his man bitties out?

No? Not what you are looking for? Well, then, let me redirect to my favorite people ships rather than shipping people with inanimate objects.

So . . . before I jump in, just remember that all of these HAVE happened, so I'm not crazy:

Gun x Gun?

Hold on before you think I'm not taking this seriously! I already stated I think Gun is one of the best actors on GMMTV's roster (if not the best), so understand that if GMMTV won't let him make out with Sing when both of them were giving us sexual tension as ToddBlack, or give Tor a little kissy kissy in Midnight Museum because they were brothers or whatever, at least let the man play against himself more. It could be like the Barbie movie, but with Gun being everything. It'd be fun to see, and if GMMTV wanted to go dark sci-fi, he could answer that age-old question: Would you have sex with your clone?

Neo x Phuwin

We had this. They were paired together in Cause You're My Boy. Then they were hinted at in Dark Blue Kiss. But then, they were made into brothers in Fish Upon the Sky, so Phuwin now has Pond, and Neo got Louis. But why though? Why were we denied another adventure of these two being paired up together?! I had them down on my hopes for a 2023 offering, and I'll have them down every year from now on. I want them back! NOW!

Earth x Papang

Aof was crazy for pulling this off in Moonlight Chicken, but now that I've seen it, I can't unsee it. And even more, I WANT IT! I have never seen Earth kiss like that, and he has had several partners. Did Aof strike a goldmine with this pairing? Papang has always done his job, but these scenes, which lasted no more than eight minutes, gave me an alternate timeline that I must see play out on my screen. Immediately.

Pond x Nanon

If Aof was crazy for Earth x Papang then Jojo was batshit insane for Pond x Nanon in Dirty Laundry. These two had a strip-off pole dance in a club called Boys Next Door, Nanon twisted Pond's nipples for information, then Pond's character had sex with a client with Nanon and Film's character in the car. This shit was wild, but that was only 15% of the hijinks between these two. I need them to recreate this creepy magic, and I need it to be twelve episodes long with at least 52 minutes runtime per episode.

Gigie x Fah

Since I mentioned Jojo, The Warp Effect is queer. QUEER! It gave use Fluke with Thor, Jan with Silvy (oh, my God that magical being could choke me!), and Mark with Best, yet, it toyed with us by suggesting the possibility of Gigie with Fah. Be brave about it, GMMTV! More than one wlw couple can exist in a show. Give me a redo, and this time, give me these two picking each other again, and again, and again regardless of what Alex (New) does with those Polaroids.

New x Sing x Fluke

Mentioning The Warp Effect reminded me that these three could out beat any historical trio including Destiny's Child, The Jonas Brothers, AND Charlie's Angels! Sing and New have been around for a bit, so I'm surprised they haven't acted in more together, but throw Fluke in there, and they had the perfect dynamic: Gay pretty boy and former bully with kinky puppy and space enthusiast trying to help out their bi idiot friend (it's canon to me). Sing and New will be in the Thai remake of Cherry Magic, so I'm sure Fluke could fit in there somewhere somehow. Make it happen, GMMTV!

First x Khaotung x Sea

And on the topic of throuples, this one hasn't happened, but by golly do I want it! Whoever paired First and Khaotung together deserves a Noble Peace Prize, but whoever thought of interviewing them with Sea deserves the Library of Congress Living Legend award and to be the Grand Marshall at the NYC Pride Parade. That person gets it. I'm not shipping them as actual people together. I want whatever chemistry they had in that interview to be transferred onto the screen and brought to me in 2024 because only a Year of the Dragon can handle the fire they would deliver.

Pawin x Satang

GMMTV, you know what you did in that Star in My Mind x Our Skyy 2 episode was effed up. I don't care how many times you pair Pawin up with other boys. You know what you did, and I'm taking this grudge to the grave.

Ohm x Perth

The fact that Double Savage cast them as brothers instead of a one-sided love affair was in the words of the most beautiful Raye a "DUMB DECISION!" Then to have them color coded?! THE AUDACITY! And no, I will not be writing about the colors because unless these two get paired again, as LOVERS, I will rewire this story in my head of what it should have been to deserve these two amazing actors partnered up with each other rather than the poop pile I got. I wrote what I wrote.

Joong x Dunk

If you know anything about me, know that I'm a JoongDunk fan first, and a human second. It has absolutely nothing to do with their acting even though that's what you asked for. It has everything to do with them. Much like the interview with First, Khaotung, and Sea, Joong and Dunk in their interviews are ridiculous. They resort to tomfoolery and instead of answering the questions, they start arguing about the most trivial details. ForceBook and GeminiFourth do this, but add in JoongDunk's live streams and Safe House footage, and I don't know how they get anything done when filming because they are either arguing, dancing, napping, or giggling. Hidden Agenda yesterday, please!

Bonus: Since this was exclusive to GMMTV, I couldn't include who my ultimate acting pair is, but if you know me, then you already know, so without further ado

MAXTUL DOMINATION!

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 20: Stargazing

Pairing: Mer Hound x Nightsister Reader

Summary: You find Hound stargazing so you and Grizzer join him.

Author’s Note: No thoughts only fluff.

Warnings: None that I can think of

Word Count: 783

Prompt: Character A is a witch who lives by the sea. One night, while sitting by the sea and just enjoying life, they see Character B, a mermaid who has beached themself so that they can watch the beautiful moon. 

Prompt from “Mermaid or Witch Ideas” by auideas

Being one of the few remaining nightsister witches, life is a little lonely. However, you make do. You have a nice little cabin near the beach and the people here leave you be. Well maybe you’re not too alone, you have Grizzer at least until her owner has a more permanent place for her to stay.

Tonight should be a night like any other night. You sit down in the tree line above the sand, quietly watching the full moon and stars; Grizzer is asleep back at your cabin. Looking down at the beach, you notice something in the distance. Watching intently, you see a merman drag himself up onto the sand. He then sits there, staring up at the night sky.

Confused, you quietly make your way up the beach to see him better; hands glowing with green magic just in case. His red and white scales shine in the moonlight and you can see his long curly hair up in a bun. Any thought of using magic to defend yourself dies and is replaced by joy. You know exactly who that is.

Your hand glows with green magic again and you flick your wrist. The front door of your house opens and the massiff comes barreling out. She dashes for the beach, having caught the scent of her master. You can’t help but burst out laughing as she totally knocks him over.

“Grizzer!” You can hear him laugh inbetween her licks before finally ordering her to heel. She obediently sits next to him, but continues to lick him. He happily pets her in turn, but is very careful with his claws.

“Sarad?” Hound calls behind him and you happily walk out to join him. You plop down into the sand, curling into his side opposite of Grizzer.

“Get distracted by the moon?” You tease as you look up at the sky.

“Maybe for a moment.” He chuckles softly wrapping an arm around you as Grizzer places her head in his lap. “But getting to stargaze and sit with you two is even better.” You giggle in response and you all just contently sit together for a long while.

“How long before you have return to Mandalore this time?” You whisper sadly. Hound had been among of the first and only groups to escape the Coruscant Guard after the rise of the empire. While most clones from other battalions were being phased out, the empire seemed more intent to work the Coruscant Guard clones to death and then replace them. It also didn’t help that many of its members were selkies who could not leave without their cloaks. Many had vanished over time during the war and miraculously showed up in imperial hands.

While Hound was a merman, he refused to leave his mastiff behind so he ended up getting separated from the rest of his escaping group. He had ended up on your island and, seeing how exhausted and desperate he was, let him stay for a few days. Once you heard his story, you offered to watch Grizzer while he made the rest of the trip to Mandalore. He reluctantly agreed, knowing she would be safe here with you.

Once he came back though, it was revealed that Grizzer would need to live on ships or on Mandalore island while he worked. You both ended up agreeing that for now it was best she stay with someone familiar and have wide spaces to run. And over the visits, you and Hound slowly grew closer and closer.

“A few days.” Hound whispers sadly into your hair. “But it won’t be too much longer like this.”

“If you say so.” You mumble, disappointed. You don’t know if you're more disappointed by the fact he’s not staying longer or that he’ll be taking Grizzer soon. He pulls back slightly and puts his clawed hands on either side of your face.

“I mean it. The Sea Alor’s plan isn’t done yet and won’t be for a long time, but…” He stops, eyes looking away nervously.

“But?”

“I could get us three a house on Mandalore. If you’ll have me. We’ll be together a lot more and-“ You cut him off, bringing him in for a soft kiss. You blink your eyes rapidly as you pull away, trying not to cry.

“I would love that Hound. Thank you.” You can see the slight change in the color of his cheeks. You giggle as he brings you in for another kiss with the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. However, you both end up laughing as Grizzer pushes herself in between you two; you both give in and shower her in attention and affection.

[freesia-writes]

Chapter 25: Repentance

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

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The surface of the dark water bubbled lazily as Vel relaxed back in the spring. The moonlight filtered through the glass roof, bathing the room in a peaceful glow. Stately vines wrapped around the pillars that were peppered throughout the recovery wing, and although that was its official title, it felt more like a garden retreat than any sort of medical structure. 

"I didn't think you meant right away, and I didn't think you meant to come along, but I'm glad we got that all sorted out," Vel said, smiling blearily at Tech, who was perched on a bench across from her, his helmet at his feet. They had been chatting for what felt like a few minutes, but judging by the moon's journey across the sky, it had been significantly longer. 

"I intend to ensure your safety and comfort for the duration of our stay," Tech responded. "And for the duration of any future endeavors we may share. Romantically or otherwise."

Vel laughed, feeling the delight wash over her as she grew reaccustomed to his mannerisms. "Look at you, a regular Lasa Nova all of a sudden. What happened?"

"I assume you refer to the infamous literary figure of Ryloth, with whom I share very little in common, but if your intent is to question my more forward nature since our reunion, it is simply because I realized, after time away filled with deep thought, that every potential scenario I can envision for my future appears more desirable with you in it. My only option was to pursue you, in the hopes of your agreement."

"And what am I agreeing to?"

"Rejoining our crew as the ship's assigned mechanic, employed by the Machinist's Guild of the Galactic Republic, for as long as you consent. And... considering my attempts at affection."

Vel sat up, nearly forgetting her nakedness, concealed only by the dark green waters of the hot springs. She dipped back down, still processing the offer. "But I still have to complete my service here to pay for all the treatment I received," she said. 

"Actually, that has been taken care of by Senator Bail Organa," Tech informed her, "After we shared about your involvement in some of our missions together."

"Everything is changing so fast," Vel said, head spinning. Her hair was piled messily on top of her head, tied up with a spare strap, and she brought a hand to it as if to calm the storm within. 

"Indeed. It has been a tumultuous evening for you," he agreed, rising to his feet with a large towel in his hands. He stood at the end of the steps, holding the towel open invitingly, and turned his head as far away as he could, "You may be assured of your privacy."

Vel smiled, taking a moment to be grateful for his respect and kindness, and got up out of the hot spring with only a few jerky movements. She wrapped herself in the towel he held, tucking it snugly under her armpits, before turning around to him. "I'll see you at the door?"

But Tech remained in front of her, arms moving from his sides to loosely clasp together in front of him. He looked at her intently, with his signature head tilt, his eyes dark pools of emotion and warmth in the soft light. "Yes, but... May I try something?" he asked.

Her stomach lurched and her chest tingled, and Vel couldn't remember a time that she had felt safer or more comfortable. How was she back here so suddenly? She thought the months apart had buried it all deeply, but all of it had erupted back to the surface in a mere week. "Yes," she said, almost breathlessly. 

Tech took a step closer, unclasping his hands to reach for hers. He gave them both a gentle squeeze, moving to leave only a few inches between them, before gliding his hands up the outsides of her arms, coming to rest on her shoulders. One hand remained there while the other moved toward her face, caressing her cheek with the backs of two fingers and tracing their tips down the side of her neck. 

She closed her eyes, taking a slow, deep breath in, savoring the moment fully. His fingers traveled across the top of her shoulder and came to the end, dropping off her arm as light as a feather but meaningfully enough that she wanted to preserve that sensation forever.

"Thank you," Tech said quietly, and Vel could swear she heard a husky tone to his voice. "I shall see you at the door," he finished, picking up his helmet and quietly walking to the exit, leaving her there in a blazing wildfire of tingly bliss.

* * * 

Vel couldn't believe her eyes as she lowered her bag onto the cot in the corner of the hold of the Marauder. It was if she had been here yesterday, both in its appearance and in the way it made her feel. The only reminder of the whole ordeal on Alderaan was the tingly weakness that surfaced occasionally.

She had reveled in the reunion with the squad, arm still smarting from where Wrecker squeezed her too hard in a massive hug, and remained overwhelmed with gratitude and excitement as she pondered what lay ahead for them. Tech's injection into the unconscious Arthen apparently served as some sort of selective short term memory loss; Vel had been surprised at the repertoire of tricks up his sleeve and had also made a mental note to look into the legality of it.

She had always been the type to want to have a solid plan for her life, reaching far into the future, but if the last few years had taught her anything, it was the total unpredictability of it all, especially around this team. She took a deep breath, aligning her shoulders with a new sense of resolve, and turned to the lift, to see what the Force had in store.

***

A couple months' worth of missions had been punctuated by Tech's absolutely adorable attempts at romance, and Vel's heart had truly found its home in his. They had fitted various opportunities into their free time, ranging from blurrg jousting on Ryloth to the reenactment of the civil war of Florrum. The latest had been an art class on Bimmisaari, where she had been thoroughly embarrassed to turn her canvas around at the end, revealing a primitive rendition of the sunset, while Tech had produced a breathtakingly detailed portrait of her. She gasped as he showed it to her, his lips pursed as he continued to scrutinize the finished product.

"I didn't know you could paint!" Vel said breathlessly, a million other things fighting to be said next.

"I simply applied a variety of artistic principles common in dramatic realism," Tech said matter-of-factly, as if anyone could have done it.

"Naturally," Vel replied, laughing quietly, "But how did you choose that moment to capture?" She was flattered by his creation, but she found a part of herself wishing it had been an image of her in some heroic pose during one of her few but notable accomplishments on a mission. Instead, he had opted to recreate their exploration on Kashyyyk, specifically her rather dorky-looking delight in a close inspection of a tree trunk.

The image was as colorful as it was moving: wisps of her brown hair fluttered in a light breeze as she bent close to examine a tree trunk with no bark. Tech had preserved the exact pattern that she remembered marveling at: lines swirling around knots, sprinkled with reddish brown dogs that looked like an entire galaxy. She was enthralled by the expression on her face, which she didn't think she'd ever worn before: it was unbridled curiosity and childlike fascination, and it made her feel a need to smile as she looked at it.

"My mind seems to return to that experience more frequently than any other," Tech replied, eyes moving from his painting to her, "And upon further reflection, I believe that may have been the moment that I first..." He drifted off without finishing, tilting his head, eyes flitting back and forth as if searching for the answer in the air. Vel waited patiently, for what seemed like an agonizingly long time, before he finished: "I am unable to accurately put it into words. I will ponder this further."

She laughed again, reaching up to tenderly touch his cheek. She yearned to embrace him, to show him how deeply she had come to feel for him, but while he had been clear in taking the lead in his pursuit of her, he had been notably reserved in physical affection. She didn't want to push him further than he was comfortable, still enjoying the waves of ecstasy that washed over her at a single touch and trusting him to explore at his own pace. He was receptive to her touch, although it always caught him off guard, and his surprised reactions always brought a smile to her face. 

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Stargazing

Cassian Andor/GN!Reader

Reuniting on an under-equipped rebel base, Cassian lets a secret slip.

@moonlight-prose SURPRISE!! I was your secret santa! I’m so sorry it’s so late, and it’s shorter than I wanted it to be, but it’s HERE! I really hope you enjoy it 🥰🥰

Warnings/Content: fluffy fluff, nothing but fluff! Huddling for warmth, references to there only being one bed, friends to lovers, stargazing, sharing a blanket. Reader has a plate of food but isn’t depicted eating it. Also featuring guest appearances from K2SO and my Droid OC.

Word Count: 1k.

You’re under prepared for the weather, going at lightspeed from a volcanic planet to this floating snowball in a few hours wasn’t the best idea, but you’d had to get out of there sharpish after your cover was blown, a mad dash for the ship (and droid) you’d stashed on your arrival the only way out.

Clover grumbles in binary as she exits the droid-port, complaining about the lack of warning you’d given her to start the pre-flight checks. She stops in her tracks as the large ex-imperial droid greets her, both bemoaning their choice in human companion as you exit the ship, cursing in an instant at the sudden temperature drop.

Cassian’s there to greet you, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders with a smile, “I missed you.”

“Missed you too.” You pull the blanket closer, “Maker, it’s freezing.”

“Perks of living in an old Clone War base,” Cassian grins, “Come on, you need to get warm and then give your report.” He starts walking, expecting you to follow. “Not even gonna give me a welcoming hug?” You huff, going after him. “My hands are cold, I could slip one under your collar you know?”

“You wouldn’t dare.” He stares, eyes wide, “Don’t you dare.”

~~~

You hadn’t dared, just demanded a hug, then headed to Cassian’s bunk where he’d managed to store another big coat for you to slip on. You hadn’t even been due back for another week, so the fact he had it ready was enough to warm your cheeks, even if the coat had to warm the rest of you. 

You hadn’t expected him to be here at all, neither of you having the details of each other’s missions as a precaution should either of you be captured by the Empire, or pirates, or other nefarious groups who might want to jeopardise the Rebellion’s efforts. He’s been here about three days already, arriving just before a large ship full of new recruits - who since have placed dibs on all the nice beds, but he’s promised there’s space on his bunk for you if you don’t mind being squished beside him.

It’s one of the last things you mind, knowing he’s close and safe is truly the most comforting thing you could ask for at the moment, with such a narrow escape just hours before having him at your side is the only thing that stops you falling apart.

Well, that and Clover’s chuntering through the whole journey.

Neither are with you as you give your report in the command centre, it was a need to know mission, and even though it’s over and your droid had been on the planet with you, it’s still judged to be out of their concern.

~~~

Cassian had promised to meet you in the canteen, the small amount of rations allocated to you piled on the plate across from him as he watches the door eagerly, waiting for you.

He missed you terribly, everything around reminding him of you- that trinket in the market, the wind chimes that the local population strung everywhere, the warmth of the sun on his skin… You would’ve loved that planet, and he couldn’t share it with you… probably can’t ever go back there while the Empire still has its strangulating grip on the galaxy…

You’re his best friend, and that’s enough… Even though catching sight of you coming through the canteen doors makes his heart stutter, meeting your eyes and watching as your face morphs from a frown to a smile that rivals the sun of Kenari in its brightness.

“Good meeting?” He smiles as you sit opposite him, a thick coat around you now instead of the blanket. Much better for keeping you warm.

“Mm,” you nod, “Signed off missions for a few weeks. Gotta rest and recuperate, apparently.”

“I’m sure Clover will be thrilled.” He grins.

“Stuck on this planet? I doubt it. She’s so hard to please.”

Cassian laughs, “Hanging out with Kay should improve her mood, hm? They can trade stories about their silly humans.”

“You’re sticking around too then?”

“For a little while. We can freeze together. Or bury ourselves in a pile of blankets.”

“Sounds perfect.”

~~~

The day passes quickly - and not simply because the base is near to one of the planet’s poles and sunlight is limited. The slight amount of heat it provides amongst the ice hills and frozen plains disappears with the light, plunging the ill-equipped base into temperatures that surely must come close to getting dipped in carbonite.

The only benefit to nightfall here - like most deserted planets - is the sight of the stars. And with outside not much colder than inside, Cassian takes the opportunity to sit at the base’s entrance and watch them, a hot flask of Caf cradled in his hands. You join him with your own, side by side, huddled close beneath the thickest blanket you could find.

“Yes!” He rasps, grinning widely, “I wanted you to see this.”

You frown, sparing a glance at him to see him watching the sky. You follow his gaze, squinting as you try to focus on everything but the feel of his thigh pressed up against yours, sharing his body heat… it’s the closest you can get- as best friends… even if you want to scooch closer and end up with your back against his chest.

“Oh!” You gasp, finally spotting it- green and red ripples across the sky, purple in places where the colours bleed together, an aurora bursting to life above you. “Oh, Cassian… It’s beautiful.”

He smiles, staring at the side of your face, “Yeah, it is.”

You scoff, nudging him with your elbow, “Says the guy who saw the Eye on Aldhani.”

He frowns, “Shh. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“You tell me everything.” You counter, “Most things.”

“Most things.” He nods. Not everything. He looks up at the sky again, then back to you… “You wanna know something else?”

“Hm?” You smile.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

You turn your head so fast you almost give yourself whiplash, staring in surprise, “What?”

“You heard me.” He whispers, suddenly flustered, “I understand if you don’t want to pursue-“

“Kiss me?” You interrupt, “Cassian. Kassa. I know I’m in love with you. Kiss me.”

And so he does.

~~~

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[grimalkinmessor]

'All for one as Hisashi Midoriya' headcanons?

I—

Okay, I can answer this, but you should know that no matter what the reason my AFO does anything is because "Yoichi". Literally the only reason. And I almost always think of him as 'Hisashi Midoriya', or at least Izuku's father; it's only in very specific AUs that I don't. So almost every headcanon I have for him is when he's Izuku's father.

I have a few headcanons for him here already, so you can take a look at those too :3

☣️ -All For One met Inko when she was moonlighting as a vigilante. Yes, I originally proposed this as their backstory for KTDO but that's because I see it as their normal backstory, just with Yoichi being less alive. All For One saw this little hoodie-wearing, green eyed, ass kicking vigilante take down several of his men, and immediately wanted to get to know her (You can guess why). She proceeded to punch him in the face. This, because All For One is a freak, solidified his interest in her and he started to actively court her.

☣️ -All For One never came out as All For One to Inko, even after they were married, so Inko thought she redeemed this poor misunderstood but powerful villain, and she hung up her metaphorical vigilante cloak whenever he hung up his villainy. EXCEPT that All For One never actually DID give up villainy, he just wanted Inko to stop bothering him about it, so he blew up a random building and pretended it was his Base of Operations so that he could come crying to Inko about how he'd changed and they could be together now. Inko accepted this, suitably wooed, and they started to live together.

☣️ -When Inko first announced that she was pregnant, All For One didn't want to keep it. He's sired bastards before and he's always made quick "work" of them whenever the mothers came crying to him about it—can't have another version of All For One running around, after all. But, because All For One was originally drawn to Inko because she reminded him of Yoichi, he held off, hoping that his hair color and Inko's eye color would mix and create a mini Yoichi for him to smother and place all of his 200+ years of obsession upon :D Of course, that baby turned out to have dark curly hair, but by that time All For One was already so attached to the idea of having a child that seeing Izuku with his own eyes just solidified Izuku's place in his little family. AFO just decided he'd try for a Yoichi clone again later. (Shimura Tenko feels a disturbance in the force...)

☣️ -All For One was around a lot during Izuku's first five years of life, because AFO needed to make sure that if Izuku developed a Quirk like his that he could take it or nullify it somehow. But fortunately for him, Izuku turned up Quirkless, with the extra toe joint and everything! The perks of being a man born at the Dawn of the Age of Quirks! There's a sixty-five percent chance your child will be Quirkless! However, this unfortunately coincided with All Might's return to Japan, and so All For One kind of,,,,abandoned his home duties to track down One For All. He was still in and out of the house very periodically in the next five years, but then when Izuku was ten All Might ripped his fucking face off :D And AFO can't explain that away with a 'work accident' to Inko, so he just....never went back. Oops.

☣️ -All For One handed down more than just Quirklessness genetically, he also handed down his preferences (....I'm not gonna say it but you can look at my ship list for conformation on that—). Izuku prefers sweeter foods because his father prefers sweeter foods. Izuku likes analysis and logic dissections because his father likes analysis and logic dissections. Their brains work the same way in that they'll hyperfixate on something if they don't know it, devour everything they can about it, but once they've cracked it open and eaten everything there is to know? They throw it away and move onto the next thing. It's boring, they need more stimulation now—ooo is that a telepathic fire Quirk? 👀👀

☣️ -The fire-breathing Quirk that All For One posed as his only Quirk for Inko was actually a dragon Quirk. But Inko never told anyone this because she was afraid that Izuku might face further discrimination as a mutant, even though neither he nor AFO ever showed any visible mutations. That dragon Quirk was one of the first Quirks that All For One stole on purpose, back during the riots of his youth. He can cover his skin in white scales and make his teeth sharper, see in the dark, make his nails into claws, and of course breathe fire; it's a very versatile Quirk, and he used it so many times to protect Yoichi that it became dubbed in his mind as the Horde Family Protection Quirk. That's also the reason that he doesn't use that particular Quirk when fighting One For All holders: because he doesn't want to hurt any part of Yoichi, even his ghost, with the same powers he once used to protect him.

☣️ -I'll end on a fluffier note related to the one above. Izuku knew that his dad had more than one Quirk. Not just because he puzzled it out, but because one of AFO's favorite father-son bonding activities were snack breaks on top of really, really tall buildings. He'd break out a flight Quirk and take Izuku up in the evening or in the middle of the night or early in the morning, when Inko wouldn't catch them, and set them up on a building ledge so they could watch the stars/sunset/sunrise together and share an orange or animal crackers. Sometimes All For One would tell Izuku stories about his childhood that he couldn't tell Inko without blowing his cover, or even just sing for him. He also maaay have had to save tiny Izuku from falling off a building once or thrice, so Izuku knows that he has at least four Quirks. Fire-breathing, flight, telekinesis, and duplication. Of course, Izuku never tells anyone—he's a very good little secret keeper. Not even AFO knows he knows :3

[cebwrites]

cover-up

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Wearing the kimono of an onsen resort they're staying at to relax, Tae ends up running to his "husband", Yamato, in tears and burying his face in his senpai's shoulder.

Entirely taken aback at first, Yamato quickly falls into step when Tae whispers into his ear that they're both being watched and need an alibi, so play along and hold him for a minute or two. Once he's sure the enemy-nin have withdrawn, Tae leans back and breathes a sigh of relief.

It's unfortunate that Gai chooses now of all the times to barge in unannounced, while Yamato has one half of his kimono down and Tae's yet to move from where he straddled his senpai's lap. He apologized and closed the door faster than either could properly react.

After the commotion's - Gai, Aoba, and Naruto gossiping like high school girls - died down a little and the two of them have another proper moment to themselves, Tae says that strategy probably wouldn't work a second time; since he's taller than senpai and it'd be harder to believe he was his wife at a second glance.

Long after ghost ships, horrible mushrooms, clone mutiny, and laughable imposters are far, far behind them - when the two men have had a little more time to get to know each other better, Yamato brings up their little conversation again in passing.

How, sure, the whole "wife" angle probably wouldn't work again. But admitting with an averted gaze that he'd much prefer Taeru as his husband anyway. And that it was only right since they were both men.

Tae's expression remained unchanged as always, but Yamato knew better than most the way his tired eyes softened ever so slightly for him. Always just for him. Plus, the way his hands crept underneath the sides of Tenzou's flak jacket effortlessly conveyed more than he could put into words, and faster.

They kissed, uninterrupted this time under the pale moonlight, but across the village it felt like half the street shook with the force of Gai's sneeze.