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[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 27: Migraine

cw: migraine, self depreciation, emeto, gory descriptions

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for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 787

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Shades of violet and blinding green swirled around him like storm clouds, spewing lightning and egging on the pain in his head. Hunter hugged his pillow tighter, willing the color to go away. Didn't do shit. The more he thought about wanting it gone, the stronger it got, like it was trying to spite him.

A new wave hit—white fire behind his eyes, his own brain screaming—and he bit down on the cushion until his jaw started to burn.

It hadn't been this bad since… since… the beginning. Since the test that activated his implant in the first place, since he'd crawled out of the burning lab, blinded by agony, the smell of smoke the only thing that kept him moving forward.

Had he overused it finding Manak? Every time he leaned into the patterns, used them, the headaches seemed to get worse.

If he did break his brain finding that arrogant asshole, he wouldn't fucking regret it. He'd made his choice, and Manak wouldn't be here right now if he hadn't.

He needed me. All the brains in the world, and in the end, he needed me, Hunter told himself through the next bout of searing pain, screaming into the pillow as it reached a new sharpness.

He wished he would just pass out. He wished—

“Harbor.”

Speak of the fuckin devil.

It was hard to keep from whimpering at the sudden sound, words somehow both blurred by the colors and sharpened by them, driving into his temple like a spike.

“What?” he managed to spit out, trying to blink past the cloying rainbow to get a look at Manak’s color. He was expecting the usual. Irritation, red and swirling. Can you shut up? Some of us want to sleep.

Instead, he was a neutral forest green, darkness clouding his throat and shoulders, misty red pain hovering around his knee.

The mist had been a lot thicker when he'd found him; flecks of red mingling with real blood, his green darkened to almost black. Brightening at the center when Hunter made himself known, when he carried him away. Manak never brightened around him before, never.

You did save his life. Even Manak would appreciate that, dumbass.

“Are you alright? I thought I heard…” He frowned, steps clicking as he moved closer to Hunter's bed. Crutches. He hadn't even noticed them until now. Manak shouldn’t be up. He should be sleeping, getting better, but somehow Hunter'd managed to fuck up what should've been the easy part.

“Fine,” Hunter choked out. “Just. Implant bullshit.” Power came at a cost. Anyone who picked up a comicbook knew that. So whatever, it was fine. He'd ride it out. He just wished it didn't feel like his head was going to explode.

“Do you want some pain medication?”

“Doesn't work.” The orange ones just made him nauseous, and everything else didn't reach his head. The only way he'd ever shut it up was through booze, and he doubted there was any of that on this tiny compound.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Help. Why would Manak want to help? Did he feel like he owed him? That had to be it. There was no other reason he'd still be in the room, no other reason he'd bother to check on Hunter in the first place.

“You can go away,” he said, and the words came out choked. A fresh pain was building, brighter than the sun, aching, stinging, burning, growing. Like a new star was trying to form in his fucking skull. Agony too loud to hear his own voice, Hunter only realized he was screaming when his lungs started to burn from the lack of air, throat aching from overuse.

He couldn't get away, no escape, the pain was him, he'd have to cut open his skull and let his brains spill out, had to relieve pressure, had to—

Everything went away.

Not for long enough. The pain came back as a dull ache, pounding like a drum in his head. It was hard to breathe at first, hard to see. His mouth tasted like battery acid, bile on his tongue, and for a moment he couldn't feel anything but the implant. Cold metal and brain tissue.

“Are you with me?”

He was sitting up. Hunched forwards a little, arms wrapped around him.

“Breathe.”

Hunter more choked than inhaled. His body felt shaky and bloodless, head floating in a sea of hurt.

Manak was holding him, a cool hand rubbing his back, Hunter’s puke down the front of his perfect sweater.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, the word barely more than a gurgle.

“Just breathe.”

He tried.

[raysrays]

Fatal Attraction Chapter One (NSFW)

18+ MDNI‼️

CW for the entire story: Breeding, Size Difference,Size Kink, Jealousy, Scent Marking, Age Difference, Vaginal Sex, Possessive Behavior, Angst, Twisted, Creampie, Angry Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Hair-pulling, Biting, Master/Pet, Light Dom/sub, Violence, Knotting.

Content disclaimer: This story is inspired by the amazing artist @PammyJammy117 on Twitter/X. I in absolutely no way own or claim the idea of the “Cryptid Rengoku” character. Please give credit to the original artist who inspired the story.

Y/N Perspective.

It's early, too early. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. For weeks now, I've followed the same routine: waking up, wandering the forest surrounding my village, and searching. Every day, I look for a sign that something, or someone, is out there. Yet somehow, I always come up empty-handed. It's not just me, though. My entire group is burnt out on this whole thing.

Searching for monsters has never been a passion of mine, but when you're down to your last cent and someone offers you free food and board in exchange for your help, how can you say no?

I still remember when Miss Tamayo approached me. It was snowing hard up in the mountains, and she saw how badly I was struggling in the cold. She was kind, took me in, and talked to me at length about the mystical monsters and beings her group had been studying and searching for. I'll admit, it was interesting, but I didn't believe any of it was real.

We've all heard the tales—the stories of the creatures we now call the Hashira, the terrifying monsters that once protected their respective villages and residents. While they made for nice campfire stories, there was simply no way these beings existed. Even if they did, why would they stay hidden? Wouldn't they seek revenge on the villagers who used them and then cast them out? None of it made any sense to me.

Despite voicing my concerns and disbelief to Miss Tamayo, she still wanted to help me, as long as I was willing to help her. And that's why I'm here now.

I'm in the middle of this forest. The sky is grey and cloudy, with rain surely on the way. It's foggy, and visibility is poor. Since I'm new and have only been working with these monster hunters for a few weeks, they've given me a basic route—one that minimizes the risk of encountering a real threat. Tamayo wanted me to look for a special flower that supposedly grows around here, but I haven't had any luck yet.

If I can't even find a flower, I don't feel like I'll make a promising monster hunter. At least, that's what Yushiro, one of Tamayo's most relentless supporters, thinks. Though we are civil to each other's faces, he openly voices his concerns about having me around. He says it's a waste of time to bring along someone who doesn't even "believe in the cause."

I suppose I can't argue with him too much. I've walked this same route every day for a few weeks now and still haven't come across the flower Tamayo sent me to find. Maybe it really is a waste of time—

My thoughts are interrupted by a rustling sound in the distance. My body immediately tenses up. I glance around, but the thick fog makes it hard to see. All this talk and thinking about monsters and mythical creatures is starting to get to me.

What was that? Did I lose the path? No, that's just me overthinking it, thanks to Tamayo and Yushiro filling my head with stories. I'm just being paranoid.

The rustling resumes, this time from the opposite direction. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

"Tamayo? Yushiro? Is that you?" I call out into the fog.

I wait for their reply, but none comes. Adding to the unease, the air feels hotter now, and a strange clicking noise echoes through the area, growing closer and closer.

What should I do? Should I run?

As the clicking grew louder, I made up my mind and began to sprint through the fog, knocking branches and anything else in my path aside. At some point, I lost my footing. The trail must have ended, and I twisted my ankle on a tree root protruding from the ground.

My ears were filled with the sound of my own breathing, and it felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. This can't be happening. I was sent on an easy route to fetch a flower, not to be chased by some crazy monster.

I tried to stand, but the pain in my ankle was too much. I strained to stay silent and listened for the clicking sounds; they were faint but still there. I had to get out of here.

Grabbing onto the trunk of the tree I had tripped over, I pulled myself up. It hurt, but the adrenaline rush made it barely bearable.

The fog was finally starting to lift, and I could see the path I usually followed. I must have accidentally stepped off it while running. As long as I could get back, Tamayo would be able to help me with my ankle.

As I started to move slowly, a red light in the distance suddenly caught my attention. Squinting, I tried to make out what it could be and then realized it was two red lights, gradually moving closer to me.

Eyes.

Panic surged through me as I scrambled to move, trying to go as fast as my injured ankle would allow, grabbing onto anything I could for support.

This can't be happening. I refuse to believe any of this is real. How could all those stupid campfire stories be true? And why, out of all the monster hunters in Tamayo's group, did I have to be the unlucky one?

I wanted to scream and yell for help, but I was so deep in this forest nobody from the safe house would hear me.

It hurts. It hurts so much. It feels like my body is going to give out any minute, but my mind is racing, forcing me to keep moving.

The clicking is now accompanied by a deep growling, making it sound all the more intense. Whatever this thing was, it sounded terrifying. And those deep red eyes didn’t really help with my imagination.

Then it happened. I had to take a knee. The strain on my ankle kept getting worse the more I moved. I'm done for. Whatever this thing is, it's going to kill me.

At least Yushiro can look at my corpse and say, "I told you so."

As the clicking and growling got even closer, there was a small thump to the ground as whatever was about to kill me approached. I shut my eyes and prepared for whatever my fate was.

I felt it stop a few feet behind me. This monster is just staring at me. I’m too afraid to face it. I don’t want the last thing I see to be those glowing red eyes.

"What are you doing? Why did you run away?"

My heart nearly stopped. That voice—it was deep, loud, and had an eerie, echoing effect. Was this monster talking to me?

I took a deep breath. What should I say? Should I beg for my life?

"I asked you a question, human. Why are you running away?"

I could hear a hint of annoyance in its tone. The last thing I wanted was to anger a mythical being. I slowly turned my body. The sight that met me made speaking even more difficult.

It was tall. He was tall—about eight and a half feet.

He had blonde fur and a long mane of hair with red accents scattered throughout, tall pointed ears, and those glowing red eyes.

My lips parted. I wanted to answer, to beg for my life and apologize for intruding. But his appearance was so intimidating, so... enchanting.

I froze as he moved closer.

"Can you not speak, human? Are you afraid of me?" He chuckled. His laugh was as intense as his voice.

"I can speak," I managed to choke out.

His eyes seemed to light up, and he smiled.

Dear God. Those teeth. Long and sharp. If he wasn’t terrifying before, he definitely was now. I felt my heart beating rapidly. I knew I was done for, but this was all too much.

"What is your name, human? I've seen you walk this path for days now. I deserve to know who intrudes on my territory daily." Instead of anger, his tone was oddly amused.

"My name is Y/N L/N." I tried to keep the nervousness out of my voice but didn’t do a great job.

"Well then, Y/N L/N. You wandered away from your usual trail as soon as I got close to you. Why did you run away? Aren't you supposed to be looking for me?" He laughed, a mocking sound.

"You are a 'monster hunter,' aren't you?"

I didn't know what to say. He was right. I was supposed to be looking for him. That was the whole point of Tamayo taking me on, but I hadn’t expected it all to be so real.

"I didn’t believe in monsters. I was sent to look for a specific flower," I mumbled.

"Didn't believe?" He moved closer, towering over me. "Tell me then, Y/N L/N, do you believe now?" He smiled, those sharp teeth gleaming.

I felt my body run cold. He was terrifying, not just in appearance but in his entire demeanor.

“Yes, I do.”

For a moment, silence filled the air, broken only by the sound of the wind and his slight clicking.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“I am Kyojuro Rengoku, the protector of this land and its residents.” The echo in his voice cemented my assumptions.

There was no mistaking it—I had run into one of the Hashira.

I’d heard the stories, the legends of Rengoku, the fierce protector of this area. He was kind until he wasn’t. Then, humans saw him as a threat and banished him to the forest.

He kneeled down in front of me, still on the ground.

“You don’t seem too surprised. Have you heard of me?” His ear twitched, and I noticed the massive tail behind him curl around his body.

I took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ve heard the stories. You’re the Hashira associated with fire.”

He perked up at my response.

“So, my legends live on! How amusing!” He laughed.

His voice was so loud, it was almost funny.

Why is he acting like this? I thought he would have killed me by now.

“You’re hurt,” he said, gesturing to my ankle.

“Yeah... I sprained it,” I replied, shifting awkwardly.

“Yes, I know. From running away from me.” His tail flicked slightly, and a smirk formed on his face.

I didn’t know what to say or do. I was completely at a loss. Here I was, casually having a conversation with one of the scariest and deadliest creatures to walk the earth.

“What are you going to do with me? If you’re going to kill me, can’t you just get it over with?”

He looked at me, a mix of confusion and amusement in his eyes.

“Why are you so desperate to die so soon? Do you not enjoy my company?” His voice echoed with a chuckle.

Is he being serious right now?

“No— I’m just... confused. Why are you still talking to me? I’m a monster hunter, not a very good one, but still a monster hunter. Shouldn’t you just kill me and get it over with?” I was desperate for an answer, needing to know if I should prepare to die or not.

He stared at me for a moment, as if deep in thought, his ears twitching slightly.

“No, I don’t think I’ll kill you,” he said plainly. “However, only on the condition that you continue to return here. Tell no one of your kind about me and continue to come see me.”

I sat there, dumbfounded. This terrifying creature was willing to spare my life as long as I returned for his company?

“Why would you want to see me again?” I asked.

He smiled, baring his long, sharp teeth, his ears perking up.

“Because, Y/N L/N, you are the first person to talk to me in a long time. To be quite honest, something inside me is telling me that you and I are really going to like each other.”

His tone shifted, becoming more sinister. What did this creature have planned for me?

And why was I excited to find out?

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[soldat-buck]

i had a vision while making coffee this morning

bg3 culinary headcanons: Companion Edition

- Shadowheart: absolute zero regard for contamination while cooking. kitchen habits of a permanent bachelor. licks the tasting spoon clean and keeps using it to cook. eats hot cocoa straight out of the container with a spoon. thinks pouring ranch over an entire head of lettuce and eating it like feral animal while holding it over the kitchen sink counts as "salad". if you can get past the contamination thing, the food she makes actually tastes pretty good, even if it's sometimes odd (she cooks like a stoner, despite being perfectly sober. she is just Like That).

- Astarion: perfectly capable of cooking, and actually can cook quite well. food may not taste the same after becoming a vampire, but his enhanced sense of smell tells him nearly everything he needs to know about how to season and cook food properly. he doesn't cook because he doesn't like to (washing dishes? by hand? no fucking thank you, being undead is harsh enough on the nails and skin. finding a good lotion for normal undead dryness is already impossible)

- Lae'zel: in the modern world, if her life took her in a chef direction, she'd be in a Michelin star restaurant as the world's best and most terrifying sous chef. she absolutely would throw a knife at you for fucking up her plating (she'd intentionally miss. the first time). no nonsense is ever tolerated in her kitchen, but that doesn't necessarily mean she's got temper issues (her coldness and lack of tantrums is what makes her terrifying). she'd put Gordon Ramsay in his place for his rage theatrics and then make him weep with joy after serving him the most competent omelet he's ever had in his life. if she likes you, you may address her as "Yes, Chef!" outside of the kitchen.

- Karlach: uses 4 pots to make ramen. not because she's doing anything fancy or elaborate with it, the first pot was too small and started boiling over (whoops). the second one was, oh hold on, that's a cast iron pan, maybe you're not supposed to use that for boiling liquids, huh? wait shit, can't use this one either, i'm not supposed to use metal spoons on nonstick, don't want to scratch it. There we go! this one is the right size! and if i scratch this one, it's fine! wait, where the fuck did the flavor packet go (you should definitely be concerned about leaving her alone for the weekend)

- Wyll: very resourceful cook due to his Blade of the Frontier days. can improvise a meal out of damn near anything. can identify every edible plant and mushroom and tell you how to use it in a dish. would carry an herb garden in his adventure pack if he could. would absolutely thrive on the show Chopped (he's actually banned from auditioning again because it's not fair to the other competitors to have him on). he could make you a dessert featuring rattlesnake and fresh picked clover, and you don't know how or why, but you actually like it

- Gale: approaches the kitchen the same way he approaches most things in his life - academically. knows the proper safe temperature to cook meats/etc to, knows how to brown an onion, knows what seasonings are typically used together for certain flavor profiles and how to match seasonings to proteins. knife work sucks because he uses mage hand for mise en place and his mage hand has shitty DEX, but he's scared of his chef knife from the one time he sliced his thumb open (he was cutting an onion with improper hand placement and the knife slipped)

- Minsc: would exclusively eat by dumpster diving if it weren't for Boo's disapproval. eats like a human garbage disposal. he will eat a n y t h i n g that fits in his mouth, he is the least picky eater you will ever meet. does not understand how food challenges in the show Fear Factor are supposed to be challenges

- Halsin: world class forager. very competent hunter. prefers to eat everything as raw as possible. understands but doesn't believe in strict food safety because obviously stomach acid kills germs (and anyway, a little dirt here and there never killed anyone; exposure to germs is good for your immune system). open-mouthed kissing him is gambling with your health. makes the best vegetarian salads but do not trust any chicken he has "cooked". people with weak CON might want to consider avoiding his food

- Jaheira: uses Talk to Animals to Cinderella/Ratatouille rodents in the kitchen. she commands them like she's in perilous battle and the entire world is at stake (also rodents are worse to direct than cats, they do not know the difference between left and right. there's a lot of "No! Not that cupboard, the other one! NO, the OTHER other one! Flank him, he's off balance!"). making a cup of tea is a convoluted, stressful process that takes 10 times longer than just boiling the damn water yourself

if you want more bg3 culinary headcanons, there's also: the Absolute Edition

[iwonderwh0]

Deviants who escaped from Connor (Rupert and Tracis) should have been able to talk to Markus upon arriving to Jericho. Someone among them should have been the one to tell him about the deviant hunter.

Like, they definitely Would talk with other androids about how they got to Jericho, they would mention RK800. The scene of Tracis talking to Markus would be so cool 🥲

Like, he'd welcome them or maybe walked to them after seeing North talking to them like "Do you know each other?", and North'd be like "Markus, I think you should hear that" and so Tracis would tell him about how CyberLife sent an android to hunt them down.

"Did you managed to avoid him?"

"No, unfortunately not. We had to fight."

*stretches the hand to share the exact event*

"He didn't shoot," Markus says, contemplating this fact.

"Have you noticed his model too?" North asks and Markus is so concerned and confused because Yes he absolutely did.

[cc--2224]

Asking For Help

Pairing: Platonic Tech & F!Reader

Summary: You decide to stay in bed to deal with the pain you're experiencing. The Batch notices and sends Tech to check on you.

Warnings: Reader kind of described as AFAB as fic deals with period pain. But other than that, pure fluff! It can 100% be platonic.

Word Count: 918

Notes: Does the Bad Batch understand anatomy? Probably. Was it more fun to make them panic? Absolutely. I mostly wrote this for me as I took the day off work for this exact reason 😂 no real proofreading.

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added!

Masterlist

The Marauder's cockpit seemed weirdly empty without you, and everyone noticed your absence. You hadn't been with Clone Force 99 for very long, but when you spend all your time with the same people for four months, they start to worry when you're not being as social as you normally would.

"Where is she?" Hunter finally asked, looking at the empty seat you normally occupied.

Wrecker shrugged, "I tried calling her this morning for breakfast but she didn't leave her room."

"Is it not obvious?" Tech asked, eyes not leaving his datapad. "She exhibits this behaviour roughly around the same time each month."

He thought he was giving everyone the answer, but their confused faces told him that he wasn't.

"She is mostly likely menstruating."

"In Common, Tech." Wrecker said.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, "She's on her period. It's not the end of the world."

Eyes turned back to Tech for an explanation, and he sighed.

"Do none of you pay attention to the anatomy manuals? People who are biologically female go through this process nearly every month. Their body prepares itself for an egg to be fertilized, but when it is not, it begins to shed the excess in the form of blood and uterine lining. Typically resulting in side effects such as; mood swings, pelvic cramps, lower back pain, and headaches to name a few."

Wrecker looked shocked, "And they do this every month? That sounds painful."

Tech shrugged, "I couldn't say, from my understanding, each person reacts differently."

"Shouldn't we check on her? Make sure she's okay?" Hunter asked.

"She does it every month with or without us, I don't see how now is any different." Crosshair pointed out.

"Yeah but, we're her friends, we should help if we can."

Wrecker looked back to Tech, "You know the most about it, you go see if she's okay."

Expectant looks all pointed in Tech's direction and he shook his head. "Fine, I suppose I could inquire after her."

Truthfully, Tech was also concerned for you, even though he had a vague understanding of what was going on. He found your presence soothing, and the Marauder seemed more cheerful with you around. And it was his nature to want to solve any problems that arose, so he wanted the chance to do that now.

He got up from his seat and walked toward the refresher to look for a hot compress and some painkillers so that he might actually be of assistance before cautiously walking toward your room.

He knocked quietly.

"...Yeah?" You croaked from inside the room.

"It's Tech, may I come in?"

You didn't answer immediately but then after a few seconds you spoke, "Door's unlocked."

He pressed the button to open the door before stepping in and letting it close behind him. He frowned slightly when he was you curled up on your bunk with your arms around your stomach.

"I take it I was correct then, you are menstruating."

"Yeah." You replied a little too harshly. "Did you need something?"

"It appears your absence went quite noticed this morning and the others are worried about you."

"So they sent you to check on me?"

He adjusted his goggles, "Well, even though I had suspected what the issue was, I suppose I was also worried."

You didn't say anything, but you moved slowly, creating room for him to sit down on your bunk, he sat on the edge.

"I have brought you a compress and painkillers, if you are interested. I have heard they help to alleviate any cramping and pain associated with it." He handed both to you.

You smiled at his gesture and took the painkillers first. "Thank you," you swallowed two of them down with water from the canteen beside your bunk, then you took the heat compress and hugged it to your stomach.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asked, looking down at you.

You looked at him then looked at your pillow and shook your head.

"Very well, I will check up on you later then." He announced before standing up and walking toward the door.

"Wait.." You called out. He turned to look at you. "Can you stay.. with me?"

His expression went from surprised to a gentle smile, and he nodded. "Of course."

He walked back over to your bunk and returned to his seat on the edge.

"Can we- er... Can you hold me?" You asked, so quietly that he thought he might have misheard you.

"You'd like me to hold you?" He repeated.

His need for clarification caused blood to rise to your face in embarrassment.

"If-if that's okay, actually, nevermind I-"

But before you could finish your rambling, Tech crawled into the bunk next to you, holding you so your back was firm against his chest.

You sighed into him and closed your eyes as he began drawing idle shapes on the skin of your shoulder.

"Thank you, Tech." You repeated.

"You are welcome, but your gratitude is unwarranted. We are your friends, we want to help you. Anytime you need us, you do not need to be afraid to ask for help, no matter what ails you.”

You smiled once more. With the heat both from the compress and Tech pressed against you and the painkillers beginning to kick in, you felt yourself finally begin to drift off to sleep. Despite his protests, you were truly grateful to have friends who cared about you, no matter what was going on.

[nahoney22]

Hello! I absolutely love love LOVE your work. I be rereading on here and on Ao3 and your writing is just phenomenal!! I wanted to know if I can please request an NSFW fem reader x Hunter.

Reader is mad or annoyed with “The Great Sergeant of clone force 99” always on top of her ever since she joined the batch like how she almost got injured but it was only Hunter’s overprotectiveness that might have been the problem and at some point they get in to a really heated argument on the Marauder where she wants to leave the batch and Hunter will be glad because he doesn’t have to look after someone…. until something snaps between them and all hell breaks loose. Even hidden feelings are let loose lol. Also, there’s this song that I picture it with for some reason. It’s “when you coming to see me?” by Mawr if you wanna take listen :).

Anyways, again I love your work and ive never requested something to anyone before so idk if the request is well written and/or too long😅 but i know you can execute it so well if you decide on accepting my request. Thank you!!!! ♥️♥️♥️

Later’s Better Than Never*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Hunter x Female!Reader

word count: 3.6k

prompts: none

When tensions finally reaching breaking point, your need to leave becomes evident. Hunter however makes it harder than it should be.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Female reader, explicit sexual content and language, dirty talk, light dom!Hunter, very light breathplay ie choking, fingering, finger sucking, cum eating, oral ie blowjob, p in v sex, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, love confessions, Hunter is overprotective, light angst, arguing, not proofread.

authors note: Sorry for the wait my lovely @lamiliani, enjoy, I hope this is okay! 🩵

Hunter had been unbearable since the mission briefing.

The plan was straightforward: infiltrate a high-stakes gala, seduce the host, and extract crucial information about a new Imperial weapon. The client you were working for had specifically chosen you for this task after witnessing your charisma and capability. The rest of the squad respected and trusted you, but a certain Sergeant seemed determined to undermine your confidence at every turn.

"Remember, stick to the plan," Hunter ordered for what felt like the hundredth time as you adjusted your attire in the Marauder. The sleek dress you wore was perfect for the gala, accentuating your figure in a way that was both elegant and seductive. Which was a total change considering your normal attire of battered and worn armour and civvies that were desperate for a good wash.

You sighed, your patience wearing thin. "I know the plan, Hunter," you retorted, turning to face him. The frustration in your voice was evident.

Hunter's eyes bore into yours, a mix of concern and frustration etched into his features. His jaw was set, the muscles in his neck tense. "One slip-up, and it could all go wrong. We can’t afford that."

You narrowed your eyes, knowing he was referring to the time when the plan had not gone exactly as intended. It had been a life-or-death situation, but you had learned from it. Besides, the only person you had put in danger was yourself, so you didn’t understand why he was still bitter about it.

"That 'slip-up' was months ago," you shot back, your temper flaring. "I’ve proven myself since then."

"I’ll believe it when I see it." Hunter’s tone was cold as he stormed off into the cockpit, leaving you staring daggers at his back. How insufferable could one man be?

You took a deep breath, trying not to let it get to you. You mentally and physically prepared yourself, going over the plan in your head with determination. You had this.

It was just a shame someone else didn’t think so.

The gala was in full swing. You slipped into the crowd as planned, your eyes on the target. You were enticing and seductive as you engaged him in conversation, your charm drawing him in instantly. Everything was going according to plan as he began to let slip his plans.

Then Hunter appeared.

His sudden arrival, a shadow in the background, disrupted your focus. The target noticed your concerned distraction, suspicion flickering in his eyes. Before you could salvage the situation, a gentle hand on his arm to draw his attention back to you, his arm wrapped around your neck into a chokehold as alarms started to blare, and chaos erupted.

Cursing under your breath, you freed yourself with ease and struck a punch straight to his gut before ducking to cover as blaster fire whizzed past your head. Everything happened so fast and so slow at the same time. You barely managed to escape with the others, the mission a total failure. And this time, you refused to let it be seen as your fault.

Back on the Marauder, you let everything out. You marched up the gangplank, ripping the bangles off your wrists and the pins that had secured your hair in place, tossing them across the ship carelessly. You let everyone file in, steam practically blowing out of your ears as your eyes landed on the Sergeant.

"What is your problem? Why can’t you trust me?" you yelled as soon as the ramp closed behind you, your voice echoing through the ship. Your chest heaved with the effort of keeping your anger in check, your hands trembling slightly.

"You weren’t getting the job done!" Hunter growled, his tone dripping with frustration. His eyes were dark, his brows furrowed in anger. "You just stood there twirling your drink around all night."

You stared at him in disbelief, looking to the others who avoided eye contact at all costs. "I wasn’t doing anything? Hunter, he was about to tell me his plans, and then you just swooped in like you have some damn savior complex."

His jaw tightened, the tension in the air thick enough to cut. "Maybe if you weren’t so reckless in the past, I could have let you get on with it."

"The client wanted me to do it. I wasn’t being reckless!" You seethed, turning red in the face. Your fists clenched at your sides, nails digging into your palms. "One mistake, Hunter! Just one!" You stepped closer, your voice low and dangerous. "How many times do I have to prove myself?"

Hunter’s eyes narrowed, his fists just as tightly clenched as his jaw. His breath came in short, sharp bursts. "You don’t get it, do you? One mistake is all it takes to get you killed."

His words cut deep, a mixture of anger and hurt swirling within you. Your heart pounded, each beat echoing your frustration and the feeling of being made to feel useless. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, a mix of rage and something more primal simmering just beneath the surface.

"Guys, stop it!" Omega’s voice trembled, her distress clear. Her eyes were wide, shimmering with unshed tears.

Echo placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Let’s give them some space," he said softly, leading her towards the exit with Tech and Wrecker following. "They need to sort this out." He looked at both of you with a stern gaze before he left.

As the door closed, sealing you in the Marauder alone with Hunter, silence fell.

Finally, you both started to speak at once, voices overlapping. Hunter gestured for you to go ahead, his expression begrudging.

"I’m tired of this, Hunter," you began, your voice steady despite the storm inside you that was waiting to tear this ship apart. "Tired of you treating me like I’m not good enough. If this is how it’s going to be, maybe I should leave."

Something flickered in his eyes—hurt, anger, maybe something more—but he masked it quickly. "Maybe you should go," he said, his voice rough. His expression was a mixture of frustration and something else, something softer. "I am done having to watch over you, babysitting you."

You scoffed at him, shaking your head in disbelief. "Has it ever come to your attention that maybe you’re the problem?" You pointed at his chest, your finger almost digging into the fabric of his shirt. "You’re weighing this whole team down recently, and I want to know why."

"There’s nothing wrong with my leadership," he snapped back, his voice sharp. But as he spoke, the space between you seemed to shrink. You were close, so close. His breath was hot on your skin. "You just don’t know how to be careful."

Your heart raced, the anger giving way to a heated flush spreading through your body. The proximity was intoxicating, his scent, his presence overwhelming your senses. You could feel the tension morphing into something you never thought you’d feel.

His breath was on your skin, his presence overwhelming. "Say the word, Hunter," you challenged, voice low into a whisper. "And I’ll go."

He didn’t move, didn’t speak. His pupils were blown the more you looked at each other, breathing shallow. You watched his throat work as he swallowed hard, struggling to find his voice.

Your hands rested on the underside of the console, securing you in place as you were practically backed up into it. And confusingly, you were a different type of riled up.

Then, you saw him wet his lower lip, just a touch that made your heart momentarily stop. And he noticed—he noticed. And he smirked. Of course he would; his heightened senses would be picking up on everything—the quickening of your pulse, the heat pooling between your thighs. You sincerely hoped he didn’t notice.

"Hunter," you spoke louder and hopefully more sternly, but the slight tremble in your tone begged to differ. "Tell me you want me to go."

His eyes momentarily closed, conflict spreading across his features. "Tell me to go," you whispered again, but again came no reply.

You waited for a few more moments before you found yourself laughing, almost pitifully. For yourself, and for him. "I don’t have time for this," you grumbled and turned to move away from him, but there was a sudden hold on your arm, stopping you completely.

Your gaze snapped back to him, eyes wide. His, however, flickered down your body, lingering, then met yours again, blazing with an intensity that made your heart stop once more. The silence stretched, electric, until you could bear it no longer. "Hunter?" you whispered.

Suddenly, he pulled you closer, body flush against his and his lips just inches from yours. With a soft murmur, voice hoarse, he said, "Don’t go."

Your breath hitched, your body responding to the unspoken desire in his words. The bitterness, the anger, it all melted away, leaving only a new and raw need. You both closed the gap, lips crashing together in a fierce, desperate kiss.

His hands roamed your body, finding their way to the small of your back while your hands tangled in his hair, running and tugging the textured locks through your fingers. You gasped as he pulled you even closer than before, his body pressing you back to the control panel. The heat of his touch pushed shivers of excitement down your spine. How was this happening? And why didn’t it feel wrong?

Hunter pulled back just enough to mutter against your lips, “I’ve always cared. More than I should.”

You met his gaze, seeing the vulnerability there, and whispered, “Then show me.”

His response was immediate and fervent. Hunter lifted you effortlessly, placing you onto the console before his strong hands slipped under your dress, his touch rough and impatient, yet undeniably thrilling. His fingers traced the length of your legs, caressing your thighs and emitting electric jolts of desire through you.

"You were so worked up when we were arguing," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "I could smell how wet you were for me."

You were speechless. Then, you gasped as his fingers trailed further up, hiking your dress higher until his hands cupped your sex. The realisation that you were bare beneath the dress, no panties to obstruct his touch made him breathless.

"Fuck," he breathed shakily, his fingers slipping between your folds, feeling the slickness there. "No panties? That’s… that’s so sexy of you." He purrs, gauging your reaction as he brushes a thumb over your clit. “And you’re so wet.”

Your breath hitched, a moan escaping your lips as he began to explore you. His fingers moved expertly, teasing your entrance before slipping inside. You arched into him, your body responding eagerly to his touch. “H-Hunter!”

"Is this what you wanted?" he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "To be fucked by me?"

You could only nod, biting your lip hard as your voice lost to the sensations overwhelming you. His fingers thrust in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit with an agonisingly beautiful precision. “Mmm, you like this don’t you? You feel beautiful.” The pleasure builds quickly, a coil of heat tightening in your core.

“I love it, Hunter.” You gasp. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

Hunter’s other hand gripped your hip, holding you in place as he worked you towards the edge. "So tight around my fingers."

You whimpered, your hands clutching at his shoulders, desperate for more as your body shakes. His pace quickened, his fingers curling inside you to hit that perfect spot that made you see stars. Your body trembled, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

"That’s it," he growled, his voice a rough caress as his lips breathe down your neck. "Come for me. I know you can do it. Come all over my fingers, baby girl.”

With a final, desperate cry, you shattered. His fingers, the pace, his pet names, everything makes your climax crash over you in throbbing waves. Hunter didn’t stop though; his fingers continued their relentless thrash on your clit, prolonging your pleasure until you were a quivering mess, your juices pouring down your thighs.

When he finally pulled his fingers from you, they were slick with your cum. His gaze locked with yours, dazed and in awe as you watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a greedy hunger. The sight of him, the feel of his lips around his fingers, sent another jolt of arousal through you. “You l-look good doing that,” you say bashfully, even more so as he collected more on the fingers he just sucked and placed them flat against his tongue, groaning desperately.

"You taste incredible," he murmured, his eyes dark and hungry. "I never thought someone could taste so sweet."

Without another word, he sank to his knees before you, spreading your legs wider to grant him better access as he pushed your dress up again. The sight of him there, between your thighs, was definitely a sight to behold.

His hands grip your hips, pulling you to the edge of the console. His breath was hot against your swollen folds, making you shudder in eagerness. "I want to taste you again," he smirks, his tone low and gravelly. "I want you to come on my tongue."

“Take me, Hunter, it’s all yours.” The first swipe of his tongue was both a shock and a relief. You gasped, your hands flying to his hair, gripping the locks to hold him in place.

"Hunter," you moaned, your voice trembling. "Oh, fuck."

His tongue moved with a desperate hunger, lapping at your folds and circling your clit with a precision that made you writhe. He groaned against you, the vibrations adding to the intense pleasure building inside you. “I love hearing you swear… such a dirty mouth.”

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of his mouth, more of that intense sensation. Hunter’s grip on your hips tightened, almost bruising as holds you steady as literally he devoured you. He alternated between long, slow licks and rapid, flicking movements that had you teetering on the edge of another orgasm. The sounds he made—groans, grunts, and the slick noises of his mouth on your wetness—only heightened the moment as you matched his sounds with tender moans of your own.

You tugged at his hair, needing him closer, deeper. "Don’t stop," you pleaded, your voice breathless and desperate as you begin to roll your hips against his face. "Please, don’t stop."

He didn’t. If anything, your words spurred him on, his tongue working even more fervently. He sucked on your clit, gently at first, then harder, drawing it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it before plunging his finger into you for that extra push. Your entire body tensed, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost unbearable.

You cried out, your nails digging into his scalp as you came again, the orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you shaking, more so than before.

Slowly, he pulled back from your cunt, his lips glistening with your aftermath. He looked up at you, his eyes blown and satisfied. "Stars, I can’t get enough of you… I’ve dreamt about being between your legs.”

His words surprised you, wondering if he was just saying it in the heat of the moment or if he was saying the truth but for now, you could only nod, still trying to catch your breath. Your body hummed with satisfaction, every nerve ending still tingling from the intensity of your release. Hunter stood, his hands sliding up your thighs to rest on your hips.

"You’re amazing," he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again. This time, the kiss was slow, languid, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, sharing your taste between you. You sighed into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he confessed, his voice a soft rumble.

“But… I thought you didn’t want me.” You whisper against his lips, eyes closed as you try to get your head around everything.

He sighs, shaking his head slowly. “I’ve been pushing you away because… I couldn’t imagine if anything bad were to happen to you.”

“You’ve been cruel to me,” you reiterate, a little bitter as you pull your head back, “but you…” you piece it all together, his obvious jealousy of you and that guy tonight, his toughness of overprotectiveness. He cared. In a bad way. But alas, he cared. And a part of you always wanted him. You were just too determined never to admit it.

“I’m sorry,” he says with honesty, his hands leaving your hips to take a hold of each of your hands, “I really am.”

You search his face, coming to your conclusion. Hunter's eyes blazed with need as you gently pushed him back. At first he thought you were going to push him away completely, telling him this was a mistake but then, you dropped to your knees before him.

Hunter's eyes widened in surprise but then glowed with hunger while your hands were steady, moving to his belt, undoing it. With your voice husky with desire, you whisper. "Let me?”

He nodded, swallowing hard. You freed his hardened cock from the confines of his pants, the sight of it making your mouth water instantly. “You have such a beautiful cock,” you say sweetly, giving it an experimental pump. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip, tasting the precum that had already gathered there from earlier antics.

Hunter groaned, his hands finding their way into your hair, gently guiding you. "Fuck, you’re beautiful," he muttered, his voice thick with need.

You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. His grip on your hair tightened, and you could feel the tension in his body, the restraint he was barely managing to hold onto. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in deeper, your tongue tracing the vein along the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back, exposing his throat. You glanced up, taking in the sight of him—the way his lips parted, the way his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. It spurred you on. It made you want to give him everything.

You started a steady rhythm, bobbing your head up and down his length, taking him as deep as you could. Each time you pulled back, you flicked your tongue over the sensitive tip, making him shudder. You could feel his control slipping, his hips starting to thrust gently into your mouth.

“Just like that,” he groaned, his voice ragged. “You’re so good at this.” His free hand grasps your jaw, holding your head in place as his gentle thrusts become more eager. “That’s it baby.”

His words sent a thrill through you, and you doubled your efforts, sucking him harder, faster and matching his thrusts. You reached up, cupping his balls and rolling them gently in your hand, feeling his body respond to your touch. His breathing grew more ragged, his grip on your hair tighter. Soon his hand on your jaw moved to your throat, chuckling as he practically felt the way your throat contracts and tightens with every time he moves in and out of your mouth.

“Stars, you’re amazing,” he panted. “Keep going, keep going.”

But then he pulled you back, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop. He was breathing hard, his eyes wild with need. “I can’t… I need you,” he growled, pulling you up to your feet.

You barely had time to register what was happening before he was lifting you, your back pressed against the console again but with your dress being ripped away from your body. He spread your thighs, and then he was there, his cock pressing against your entrance.

He slid into you in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The sensation of him filling you completely made you cry out, your breathing harsh. “Hunter,” you gasped, your voice trembling.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hips starting a relentless rhythm. “Such a nice pussy, so perfect.”

He moved with a desperation that matched your own, each thrust deep and hard, hitting that perfect spot inside you. You start to grin, never having been so fucked desperately in all your life. He was disheveled, panting your name like a man starved as his cock sinks deep into you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, needing more. A lot more. “You’re fucking me so good, Hunter! D-don’t stop.”

“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

His sudden words sent you over the edge, your body tensing as another orgasm ripped through you. You cried out his name, your nails dragging down his back, leaving marks and claiming him.

“Yes, come for me,” he urged, his thrusts growing more erratic. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

You did, your body spasming around him, milking him. His grip on your hips tightened, his own release imminent. He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m going to fill you up,” he panted. With a final, deep thrust, he came, his body shuddering against yours. You held him close, your own body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. He stayed there, buried deep inside you, his breath slowly evening out.

“I love you,” he whispered again, his voice softer now, more tender.

You smiled, your hands gently caressing his back as you both succumbed to the evening. “I love you too.”

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Love and Deepspace Timeline: MC, Philos, and the Aether Core

Look I finished Xav's myths card. I don't regret waiting until I was done with it to post his timeline because the last two nodes have more to do with MC than him, but I am in a state so we are making this to cope.

This is all speculation and should not be taken as fact, I have done two other posts, one on Zayne and one on Xavier and I will not be doing one on Rafayel please see this reddit post by u/joonmin for relevant information about his myths card blah blah blah.

This post is less of a timeline and more here to answer questions you very likely have if you: A) decided to browse reddit and saw people saying Xavier feels like the "cannon ro" [this is a gacha game there isn't one] but have never read any of his memories, moments, or dates B) read chapter 8 and went "none of this makes sense I feel like I am missing something" or C) just generally are confused about L&D's world building and what's up with MC. I have answers for you. Wibbly wobbly soupy answers. This post also has a TL;DR in case you don't want to see me break out the string board and just want the relevant bits of information about MC you won't get from the msq.

SPOILERS FOR ALL IN GAME CONTENT UP TO CHAPTER 8, VARIOUS MOMENTS, AND ANECDOTES RELATED TO ALL 3 ROS, PROCEED WITH CARE.

Current Timeline MC (i.e. The one we are playing as)

The game starts with MC's graduation from the Academy and first day as a fully licensed hunter. We learn a few things in this first chapter, namely that MC is combat trained, has a rare heart condition known as Protocore Syndrome that has no known cure, and that her decision to become a hunter has something to do with what she experienced fourteen years ago during the Catastrophe when the Deepspace Tunnel opened and Wanderers started invading earth.

Specifically MC describes something burrowing itself into her heart. She feels helpless, like prey, and has a strong desire to never feel anything like this again. Which is unfortunate because I have a feeling a lot of someones are going to be on her trail sooner rather than later.

In Chapter 5 it is revealed that MC has an Aether core fused to her heart. This sort of human experimentation is highly illegal and it is unknown who did this to MC other than our beloved Grandmother was directly involved. Grandma appears to have taken MC away from wherever this happened after the tests started to threaten MC's life.

This is known to Dr. Zayne and Dr. Noah, though neither seem to know more than what Grandma told them. Neither of them seem to fully understand what an Aether core is or what it is doing to MC's heart. Zayne in particular seems to find this extremely concerning.

Uncovering the mystery of the Aether core seems to be what will be driving the first arc so we will not be discussing it at length here. I do want to note that Xavier absolutely knows what it is, while Zayne does not but does seem to know more of the technical aspects of how it is effecting MC, and Rafayel is at least aware of it being valuable and maybe why exactly the people in the N109 Zone want it.

At some point in the past MC met and made a promise to Rafayel. It is my personal theory that this likely took place on Hat Island during the field trip MC talks about due to some of the comments made in Chapter 7.

MC and Caleb were friends with Zayne in childhood. MC's exact age is a bit fuzzy, but the game does seem to suggest she is younger than Zayne. She does not know why Zayne disappeared from her life or what led him to become a doctor.

Comments in Chapter 4 suggests that Caleb encouraged MC to become a hunter. He seems to be very supportive of her, but Grandma seems more interested in trusting MC's protection to Zayne.

On the surface MC seems pretty normal. Her memories from before the Catastrophe seem to be gone, if she had a mother and father or other blood relatives, she doesn't remember them anymore.

Philos MC (i.e. What is Going on in the Myths)

It is revealed in Xavier's When Shooting Stars Fall anecdote that Philos is Earth in the distant future. This has confused numerous people in the notes of my Xav's timeline so I am going to be insufferable and attempt to assist with a graph:

The MC you play belongs to the game timeline, the MCs (plural each myths card features a different one) in the Myths cards come from the Philos timeline. I have tagged the Game timeline as a "potential tangent" as the events that take place in game are entirely reliant on the existence of the Deepspace Tunnel, which is created in the Philos timeline.

At some point in the Original/Philos Timeline, Earth's core ceases to function. Humanity replaces it with a new, artificial core that causes noticeable weather changes and fuses all of the tectonic plates together, and begins a new calendar counting forward from the years since Earth ceased to be and Philos was born. As a result, we don't know what exact year Earth's core giving out happened in the Original Timeline. The artificial core allows almost all humans to "live eternal." They seem to be like Tolkien's elves in the sense they can live for an eternity but they start to get tired after a while and give up on life. This is why there is a royal family that needs a line of succession. Xavier is the Crown Prince of Philos, he meets MC in school and learns she has a rare disease called Protocore Syndrome which will not allow her to live forever. He attempts to cure this by finding a specific protocore she mentions, but fails to reach her in time and is forced to watch her die. This all happens in the year 214.

At some point MC is reborn and assigned to the same teacher as Xavier. She is to train to become his knight and serve as the leader of the Lightseekers, an order tasked with killing Wanderers. At some point during or before Xavier's coming of age ceremony, he learns the truth about Philos: the planet is dying due to the artificial core never having been meant to sustain the planet this long. The Royal Family's solution for this is to occasionally feed humans to the heart of Philos in Starfall Forest. When they do this, it creates Wanderers. As if that wasn't bad enough, Xavier learns that his father and the royal family have found what they think could be a permanent solution: there is a girl who has achieved true immortality. She is the only person on Philos who can die and be reborn constantly, and while they don't seem to know why she does this, the royal family believes this girl is the life force of the planet itself.

This girl is MC and Xavier does not want this to happen. He has a plan that he does not explain to MC, but it involves traveling back in time. He says they have specific places in time picked out, but we know from Xavier's Passing By anecdote that something went wrong with his team's attempt at time travel and now there is no guarantee that the MC he left on Philos as its Queen is still there.

So now we have two timelines: Original/Philos Timeline and Game/Tangent Timeline. But all of that is just taking Xavier's anecdotes and Myths card into account... so what happens if we try to plug in the other two ROs?

Rafayel

In u/Joonmin's reddit post they mention two very important bits of information: 1) It has been 30,000 years since the sea dried up and 2) MC is a member of the royal family of Philos, not by birth but because "she has a heart that’s been blessed by the gods" and has "awoken from the depths." If all three myths cards take place in the same Philos timeline as the one Xavier leaves, we can reasonably place Raf's myths card after Xavier's backtrack mission.

So the Philos timeline would look like this. I have a note for Zayne's card there as well, but if I had to get picky with it I'm slightly tempted to place his Myths card between MC's first death and her being reborn to meet Xavier again. The other explanation would be that there are three separate Philos timelines created because the MC was successfully scarified to the Heart of Philos. In Xavier's Myths 6 MC briefly takes a dip in the space time anomaly at the center of Starfall Forest which could also explain MC scattering across different timelines, but the in game spacepedia makes a point to say that there is a chance that life still exists on Philos:

So it could simply be that MC over there has been stuck in the exact cycle of death and rebirth that Xavier was trying to prevent. It could also mean that when they add that mystery fourth love interest there is an explanation for a fourth possible myths card. Anyway all this information leaves us with a set of timelines that currently look like this:

This still leaves a lot of unanswered questions. For example, if the Philos timeline is where this all starts, what version of it is? What caused Earth's core to give out in that original timeline? Is Rafayel and Lumeria's existence the consequences of clashing timelines or are mermaids cannon to this universe? What effect on the space time continuum did Xavier's actions have? And how much of this is actually going to be answered in game?

TL;DR

Philos is Earth in the future with an artificial core that started running out of power, and never should have been made in the first place.

The royal family fed some of their long lived humans to the anomaly in Starfall forest to keep the planet running, but then they found out about a girl who could constantly be reborn each time she died and had an idea.

An idea Xavier wasn't very keen on but who cares. They thought that "when the time was right" they would sacrifice her to the rift and leave her there to die and be reborn forever. They also did not think to ask her.

Oh yeah when they fed people to the rift they turned into Wanderers. So wanderers = people as mentioned in Zayne's Still in the Dark anecdote.

Whatever makes MC reincarnate might have something to do with Lumeria, or at the very least the Lumerians in Rafayel's myths card seem to think it does.

In game MC, current timeline MC knows none of this, and has no memories from her lives, past or future. This is consistent across all her incarnations.

Final Thoughts

The only reason why I think this way about timelines is because I watched Donnie Darko in a college theater class. People like to argue about that movie and how it is supposed to be interpreted, but generally speaking they all seem to think that Tangent Timelines and the Tangent Universes they spawn get deleted very quickly, so maybe that's why the game starts by talking about "being able to leave this loop" and why Xavier seems to think something bad will be happening to Linkon City soon.

Chapter 8 ends with Xavier attempting to send a message back through the Deepspace Tunnel to make contact with someone. Interestingly enough he calls this "Traceback II." This sounded familiar to me and sure enough the game starts by mentioning that exact same thing, it is going past a black hole and is what says that line "we are stuck in this loop."

I thought in previous posts that the Aether Core is what could cure MC... but now I think the Aether Core is likely what Philos's artificial core is called... so who created it in the first place? ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)

The Deepspace Tunnel is a spacetime anomaly likely caused by Philos's existence since it was "never meant to exist." So why was it created? And by who?

[niobiumao3]

I've been thinking about the whole Crosshair and CX-2 situation, and I am beginning to wonder if, should CX-2 prove to be Tech, Crosshair didn't, in fact, know.

In an interview before the premiere, Michelle Ang mentioned Crosshair getting to see forgiveness and real love in the face of a great betrayal. Now, Crosshair's great betrayals are long past. So, is this some NEW betrayal? Is it someone ELSE betraying and being forgiven? CX-Tech fits the later very neatly, however, there might be another option: that Crosshair DOES know CX-2 is Tech, and has been not telling everyone because he blames himself for it happening and is sure they'll all turn him out the second they discover it (Omega included).

I'm of two minds here.

Crosshair didn't know, because Tech was put straight into conversion from medical care, and so Crosshair never saw him.

Crosshair DOES know, and feels black-hole sized guilt about it to the point where he can't bring himself to tell anyone.

In the #2 bucket goes a few things:

We see, repeatedly, that Crosshair isn't saying everything about Tantiss. This is as true for Hunter (the person always mentioning this) as it is for us, as our POV on Tantiss was almost exclusively Omega. Hunter knows Crosshair hasn't told them everything, and isn't going to push him except in specific instances where it really woulda been nice to know.

We do know that the CX conditioning is bad. Like, really bad, bad enough that wiping out your identity--not just the chip but like, you, yourself--is part of it. Or, so Crosshair says (and Tech in S2), though of course the truth of that might be more complex. This is reason enough for him to not talk about things. Except...

When Rex and Howzer explain they have a CX in custody Crosshair is immediately spooked. Then he's even MORE upset when he sees who it is. Or is it because of who it isn't?

If he knew CX-2 was Tech, and sees CX-1, he knows there is only one other CX they're sending after them, and the absolute last thing he would want is for them to have to kill Tech to get away. Or worse, kill the person who used to be Tech and can't be reclaimed (from his POV). Either way, from his POV, it is all bad news that CX-2 is inbound.

And as much as I feel Cross just isn't a hand to hand badass, at the end of his one on one with CX-2, he is clearly giving up. Everything CX-2 is saying is battering him emotionally and dousing the fight in him. Which makes a lot of sense, if he knows it's Tech.

For #1, well, the explanation is much simpler: we, and Omega and Crosshair, never see Tech in CX conditioning because he was in a bacta tank for part of it and then into a pod for the rest. He might have even converted quickly if we're to assume he had amnesia from the fall. (I suspect, should he prove to be CX-2, we won't get an explanation for this.) This actually would give Omega AND Crosshair some severe guilt, realizing when they escaped they left Tech on Tantiss in Hemlock's not-so-stellar care. It makes sense Crosshair would never want to go back--the conditioning sounds pretty awful. But then his reaction to CX-1 is a little less clear; we know there aren't very many CXes at this point, so why is THIS one such a concern to him? He just appears to be a reg. And CX-1's use of 'brother' is also very pointed. Which would make sense if CX-2 is Tech, who would have referred to Crosshair as his brother...

Anyways. We'll see if this pans out. I'd considered this might be the case even as I was like 'are we really doing that', and while I'm not a fan of this plot in the overall, like a cat being dragged outside on a harness for some enrichment I can grudgingly accept it. Mostly.

[charlieisannoying]

A perfect case for my certain skillset

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Platonic CF 99 X Jedi!GNReader Summary: Clone Force 99 is getting a Jedi, as if that could ever work out for the band of misfits. The worst thing? They're not even getting a General. First meetings will always go a little sideways, but the Force will right things in the end (Or so Hunter is told.) Word Count: 2,215

Hunter was tired.

He could feel a headache slowly blossoming under his skull, burrowing itself deeper and deeper, setting alight every nerve–

This was not the right moment for this. He had a mission to do.

It was simple, really.

They haven't been on the field that long anyways and they were a special case anyways. Their assignments, although they wrecked absolute havoc on the world around them were successes. They were still tasting the small bits of freedom between each missions, still overwhelmed with the fact that this was their life – the four of them against the world. While their... fondness over the regs was tested each and every time they came in contact with them, Commander Cody was a special case.

Even Crosshair was silent around that man, his snark nowhere to be found.

So when Commander Cody had commed him, letting him know that his pack, his own Clone Force 99, was supposed to get a handler... Well, Hunter was glad he wasn't alone when he received the news. He did not want to be the one to break the news to his brothers.

Still.

Getting a Jedi General was something even he was supposed to get used to.

It's not that he didn't want a superior officer or that he didn't like Jedi (although, truth to be told his experiences with other Jedi that Master Ti were rather... closer to 0 than any other number), but...

... he wanted to keep his brothers safe, close to himself and only himself. He heard through the ever evolving vod grape-vine that the Jedi were kind and understanding and they were all normal beings, not gods. His mind told him he was exaggerating, that it was in his very nature to protect his brothers...

But would his Jedi not only understand, but also listen to Tech's need to always fix something and explain and research? Will they leave Crosshair be and just exist in the presence of his brothers after a particular rough mission? Will they see how smart Wrecker is or will they just see his bulk and write him off.

Well. Clones were nothing if not adaptable.

'You don't have to be nervous about it.'

Cody's eyes were kind when he said it. They also seemed sad, but that couldn't possibly be true. Commanders knew how and when to say things. Commanders gave orders that no other clone could. Commanders swallowed their grief.

'I am not in the position to reveal anything but...' the Commander's nose flared and he bit on the inside of his cheek, as if searching for the right words. '...this assignment of the Jedi to your batch is more for the well being of themselves than a punishment to you boys.'

As if.

Look, Hunter could agree that their plans were wild, reckless and often enough sputtered into nothingness as soon as a mission started. But they accomplished their missions. They always were successful.

But siccing a Jedi on them?

This would never solve their... creative solutions for their already dangerous missions.

'When should we expect to report under our Jedi then, sir?' Tech's voice was crisp and perfectly measured, skilfully hiding how he felt in that moment from everybody. Well, everybody except Hunter. He could hear Tech's heartbeat skip in a pretty concerning way every so often and could start smelling his anxieties over the matter.

At that question, Cody allowed himself once grimace.

'That's your first job. Your Jedi Commander has... left our ship without telling us where they were going and we were called to aid the 501st.' What? Hunter's impending headache must have messed up his hearing, because why would a Jedi just... leave? Cody continued on, bringing Hunter back to the briefing. 'Their comm was last online in one of the lower levels of the city. It would be wise to check first some of the bars without attracting any unwanted attention.'

Lower levels? Bars? It seemed that all of his brothers were having the same reaction because they all had the what in Prime's tits is doing their Jedi in a bar face.

Something must have taken the Commanders attention away from them and their bewildered faces, because he didn't comment on their lack of response. Before he closed, he did wish them good luck, and that must have meant something, right?

By the sound of Tech's tapping on his data pad, Hunter was sure that every tidbit of information over their Jedi would be soon in their hands. He could always count on his brother's

'Wait, what did he mean by Jedi Commander?'

—

His headache was definetly getting worse.

This was the fifth? Or was it the sixth bar they searched? The vibrations of the bass and drums sent painful spikes from his skull down to his finger tips. This was promising some very painful next few days. And if they wouldn't find thei Jedi, his headache will become even worse and then Crosshair will see it, because of course the little shit was just as observant as his eyesight was perfect and–

'I just say we leave this damn Jedi find us instead. We're soldiers, not babysitters.'

Ah, kark it.

This was absolutely perfect. Now he also got Crosshairs snark to add of the things that were annoying him in that moment.

The lights were blinding him.

The music was getting louder and louder and he couldn't think, his brother's arm on his shoulder was like sand paper on his skin, although he had both his blacks and his armour on and why was the music so karking loud–

'You okay there buddy?'

If Hunter was at his peak he would notice that you were holding a fuzzy, colorful drink in your hands, the type that would come with small umbrellas and would wreck anyone in two gulps. Except he couldn't smell the alcohol. At all.

Your clothes seemingly resembled Jedi robes, the teal outer robes mixing with a tan tunic and brown pants. Small dots littered your sleeves, as if they were painstakingly embroidered, slowly combating the simpleness of normal Jedi apparel. Your hair was stuck to your forehead as if you'd been jumping the whole night and your eyes–

Maker, your eyes.

He could say that they were pretty because they were surrounded by blue glitter, and lined with black as if you were trying to capture everyone around you. You didn't break contact with him, as if trying to scan and read and see right through him, a small glint in your eyes indicating nothing but trouble.

But no.

Your eyes were sad. As if you knew something he didn't, as if you've lost and lost and lost, and you couldn't quite believe that you won't lose again. Hunter just wanted to bundle you up and take you far away from the war that just takes from beings.

Where were these thoughts coming from?

There was something else.

All he could focus was that the sounds were...gone. All those terrible sounds that were scratching the inside of his brain did not make him want to keel over and cover his ears.

He could still hear his brother's heartbeats, Tech's tapping, Crosshair grinding his teeth over another toothpick (where was he getting them??) and Wreckers fiddling with bits of an explosive.

Even those accursed lights seemed dimmed.

'You with me, Sarge?' Your brows were furrowed, as if you were trying to read him. And in the end, who even were you, why would you care–

Oh.

You were his Jedi. Were you the reason this place was more bearable now? Could the force even do that?

Wrecker snorted. Wait, why was Wrecker laughing?

That weird glint returned to your face, a small smile pulling over your lips. 'It's a Force Bubble. Helps me with my own migraines, and I though it would help you too.' You continued, the frown making an appearance once again. 'You were projecting your pain quite...hm...strongly across the lower levels. And anyways, what is Clone Force 99 doing here? We were supposed to meet tomorrow.'

Did he say that out loud?

That admittedly subdued headache was going to be the end of him.

'Technically, it is tomorrow.' Tech's voice was a bit harsh, not like his usual calm and calculated cadence. Were his brothers also starting to feel the simmering anger rising? They were out there, trying to find them, and... what? Their Jedi thought that giving Hunter a small respite would fix everything?

Before his thoughts could spiral even further, you had the decency to look... not ashamed, but guilty.

'Ah, my apologies then. I just wanted to...' You mulled over your words, trying to find the perfect one. You seemed to do that a lot, as if being able to choose your own words was something new, something not yet experienced. '...well, just be a Jedi for one more night and not a Commander.' You're eyes crinkled slightly as you smiled, as if laughing at a joke.

Hunter wasn't aware Jedi's sense of humour was so subtle. In fact, he heard quite the opposite from various other Commanders. Returning his attention back to you, you seemed to be already thinking about something else. Your face was already angled towards the back of the bar, where a small raised platform was created. A guitar was nestled against a box pretending to be a stool. A microphone completed the set, as if beaconing courageous drunks to sing something.

It seemed not only Hunter noticed your divided attention.

'Something else you've got to do, Jedi?' Kark Crosshair and his big mouth. Hunter was not in the mood to fight a decommission report to save his dear, dear brother. His headache was threatening to become a migraine once again.

This seemed to catch your attention once again. Shoulders pulled back, the blue robes did not seem to swallow you anymore. A small quirk of your eyebrow betrayed your amusement.

'You've crashed my set, actually. You guys are not exactly low profile.' Set? Did you sing? Is that your drink was all for show? All sadness was gone for a moment from your eyes, a fierce glint taking its place. 'I'm sorry you're tired and cranky... Crosshair, is it? So why don't you get a nice little drink from the bar and enjoy the show, yes?' Paired with a sweet little smile, you took your leave towards the makeshift stage, blue robes trailing like a blaze behind you.

This did not feel like getting a handler anymore.

This was going to get much, much worse.

—

Despite his worse fears, no decommission request landed in Hunter's pile of folders or in his inbox. After the incident at the bar, Crosshair finally fell silent, which meant that Hunter was free to fall into blissful sleep in their barracks. They did not stay to see you perform, much to Wrecker's dismay, but he was sure Tech already sliced through the bars shoddy footage, only to satisfy his curiosity, if nothing else.

You took the closed quarters of the Marauder in stride, your face betraying nothing. Your heartbeat though...? Well, that told Hunter everything he needed.

It seemed that not only Clone Force 99 was anxious about this change.

'Anything I should steer clear off?' You're eyes were still darting around, as if you were taking it all in. Your question though, it warmed Hunter somehow. He knew viewed clones as people, but other nat-borns had other ideas, that were not nicely viewed in the GAR.

'Our lives?'

Even with his back turned around the momentarily least favourite brother, he could feel Crosshairs sneer.

Before even taking a breath to reprimand Crosshair again in less that 24 hours, Wreckers boisterous voice bounced against the ship's walls.

'HA, as if you could beat a Jedi, Cross.' Wrecker's huge form seemed to eclipse you for just a moment, before draping an arm around your shoulders. You seemed to dip a bit, before finding your footing and righting yourself again, without shrugging Wrecker off. This seemed to encourage Wrecker, as he quickly continued, a sharp grin forming on his face.

'Technically, don't touch anything of Crosshair's. Don't mess up my workspace.' Tech's eyes were glued to his data pad, but his finger was pointing to various parts of the ship.

Thank you, Tech and your perfect interruptions.

You're impassive face was slowly breaking apart, your cheeks twitching slightly. Even your heartbeat seemed to slow down, and you even seemed to lean more and more into Wrecker, as if you were leeching his body heat. You risked a glance towards Hunter, but quickly looked away when you noticed him analysing you.

He wondered if you were going to burst from trying to keep in your laugh.

'You can always take Lula!' Reaching towards his bunk, Wrecker dragged you along a bit, without realising that you were still somewhat trapped underneath his arm. He offered you the tooka doll, and Hunter really hoped this was not the moment Wrecker will get heartbroken from your response.

A genuine smile lighted up your face instead.

'Thank you.'

If it weren't for the proximity alarm going off in the cockpit, Hunter was sure of there was more to be said.

For now, they all had one job.

Complete the mission.

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Along the way

Pt. 1

Fantasy!HXH AU

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A/N: wanted to have some fun with a fantasy version of Hunter x Hunter involving the main four and the reader :3 this is purely for fun and idk how often I’ll update it, depends on my mood. Also this will have some inspiration from Yona of the Dawn and Frieren!

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(Name) couldn’t remember the last time she had ever been hungry. Every day she woke up to breakfast in bed, and was quickly guided to the dining hall for lunch. Dinner was never late, considering she ate with her father, the King.

But right now, her stomach growled painfully as she was led by the hand by the only person that she had left from her life as a princess.

“Kurapika… I’m hungry.”

The blonde’s elf ears twitched, telling her that he definitely heard her. His grip tightening on her hand was enough for her to understand that he was upset he couldn’t do anything about it. “I know, princess.”

“I’m tired, too.”

He sighed softly, but didn’t slow down. “I’m well aware. We have to keep going, you’ll get a break when the sun rises. By then we should be far enough from the castle to avoid detection.”

She huffed, her eyelids dropping slightly as they continued to walk. “I just hope Papa will meet us soon… he’s always taking his time.”

Kurapika stayed silent at that, simply continuing to guide her through the dense forest. Instead of replying to her, his thumb rubbed the back of her hand gently, as if he was attempting some form of comfort.

He hadn’t been lying, the elf did not let her rest until the sun came out. Even then, she was upset to know they would be sleeping in a dark and smelly cave. “The scent will help mask ours, princess,” Kurapika said after she pouted at him.

“I’d rather be eaten by demons than smell like moldy cheese,” she mumbled as he prepared a spot for her to sleep on.

“Don’t pout, it’s unbecoming of a princess. You should rest while you can, we’ll be leaving at nightfall.”

He sat in the corner, a hand on his sword as she settled down on the makeshift bed of his tabard and moss. Kurapika covered her in his cloak once she was settled, his brown eyes soft with concern.

“You’re not going to sleep?”

(Name) looked up at him, her eyes half lidded as she fought her sleep. He managed a small smile, reaching out to gently pet her head. “Elves don’t need as much sleep as humans do. I’ll be fine, just go to bed.”

She didn’t argue, simply laying her head back down and drifting off to sleep. As she did, Kurapika’s smile faded, and a look of absolute fury crossed his face at the sight of his exhausted princess.

Just a few hours ago, she had been getting ready for bed, and he had been guarding her room. Everything was peaceful, as it always was.

“Kurapika, can you come sit with me until I fall asleep?” she asked, peeking her head out of the door. He smiled, sheathing his sword before slipping through the crack in her door.

“Yes, of course princess. You always have trouble sleeping on your own…” Kurapika said, sitting in a chair next to her bed after tucking her in. “Do you require anything else?”

She looked away shyly, offering her hand. “Can you hold my hand too?”

Without a word he took her hand in his, gently caressing the back of it with his thumb. (Name) smiled, her eyelids drooping. “Thank you…”

With that, she was fast asleep. Times like this almost made Kurapika forget about his troubled past. Getting to see his princess live a good and happy life was all he could want.

He had achieved his goals in avenging his clan, she was all he had now. And that’s why what happened just an hour later angered him so.

His kind, sensitive princess was woken with a start as the sounds of explosives shook the castle. Kurapika was quick to comfort her, holding the princess in his arms and lifting her up.

“W-what was that?”

Another explosion rocked the building, causing him to tighten his grip on her. “I’m not sure, but we need to go.”

He held onto her with one arm as he left her room, drawing his sword with the other. The feeling of her trembling hands gripping his shirt grounded the elf, and his ears twitched. There was the faint sound of someone screaming, and thundering footsteps.

“Shit…”

Kurapika never swore in front of (Name), trying his best to stay levelheaded in her presence, but the aura he was picking up was making him boil with rage.

“Demons.” he spat out, darting down a corridor and hiding in an empty room. He covered her mouth as the sound of skittering and footsteps echoed down the halls. The smell of sulfur and fire wafted through the crack in the door, making his sensitive princess gag.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, but demons are supposed to be forbidden from entering the palace walls. And for this many to be here…”

Before she could even register it, Kurapika was carrying her out of the room and sprinting down the halls. She was still only half awake, glancing around to try and get her bearings.

That was a mistake.

As they passed by the throne room, (Name) watched as her father was cornered by a pack of demons. They were tall and intimidating, wearing black cloaks to hide their appearances.

“Where is the girl? The one you have passed your knowledge to?”

Kurapika flattened against the wall, shielding her with his body. He felt like if he moved in that moment, the monsters inside would sense their presence.

“I didn’t… pass it on yet. She hasn’t yet reached her 20th birthday..!”

‘He’s talking about the princess!’ Kurapika thought, his grip tightening on her. He held her close to him, urging her with his scarlet eyes to keep quiet as a mouse.

“Could be all lies. Tell the lower rank soldiers to search for her. She’ll most likely be alone or guarded by a human knight, which is no match for even the lowest ranked demon.”

The sound of flesh being sliced made Kurapika wince, and he covered (Name)’s ears just in time. Kurapika used the noises of her father’s final cries to hurry her out of the castle and into the surrounding woods.

“W-what about papa?” she asked, frantically looking around. “H-he was in the thrown room, w-“

Kurapika covered her mouth and raised his hand, castings a quick spell to hide their presence before a pack of demons came bounding down the forest path. He did his best to comfort her, shielding her eyes so she couldn’t see that the awful things sniffing around for them.

The lower ranked soldiers were barely sentient, more like mindless hellhounds than actually people. Their gray, decaying flesh rotted off of their bodies as they sniffed the ground. Thankfully, the spell Kurapika cast hid both their appearance and scent.

One of the beasts stopped near the two, its ears pricked up as it listened closely. Kurapika held his breath, ready to draw his weapon at any moment…

But a bush a few yards away shook, causing the beats to start growling and barking, immediately running off to see what was there. Kurapika used this chance to get pick up (Name) and run.

That’s how they ended up in the cave. The smell of the musty air would mask their scents long enough for them both to get some rest.

Kurapika watched the sleeping princess, sighing softly as he caressed her cheek. She was such a sweet, innocent girl. She didn’t deserve to be hunted down like a dog.

Despite Kurapika’s hatred for humankind for their slaughter of his kin, he held (Name) in high regards. The only reason he drew breath was because of her kindness, so he had dedicated the rest of his long life to protecting that kindness.

So the fact someone had taken her throne when she was so close to becoming queen angered him beyond belief. Kurapika had seen the way she cared for her subjects, and the demons taking over would only mean the suffering of all the humans living in her kingdom. It would break her heart, being helpless to do anything.

But Kurapika would let endless men and women die if it meant keeping her safe. He already had plans to take her somewhere remote where she could live out her life in peace and safety.

Though, it seemed she had a different idea.

When (Name) woke up, she ate the pheasant he hunted while looking at the cave wall in though. “Those demons… they took over the palace.”

Kurapika nodded, washing her nightgown as she sat, covered by his cloak. “Yes, princess. It is much too dangerous for us to try and go b-“

“Just the two of us? Yes, it would be too dangerous. But…”

She picked up a stick and started drawing in the dirt. “You said the nearest town is only a few miles away by foot, right? Well, maybe we can find a guild and hire a party to slay the demons!”

“With what money, princess? And the demons will be searching for you in every town near the castle. It will be dangerous to-“

“That’s why I’m gonna wear a disguise!”

She stood, walking over to some moss. “I’ll make a beard and-“

“My princess…” Kurapika interrupted. “I could just use a spell to change your appearance.”

“Oh.”

She blushed, sitting back down. “We’ll do that then.”

“…”

Kurapika didn’t exactly love the idea, so he spoke up again. “But we still don’t have the money for such a thing. Hiring a party is already costs a hefty sum, and the type of people we’ll need to drive out demons, especially the kind that have invaded the palace would be hard to find, let alone pay.”

He sighed, rubbing his temple. Kurapika loved her dearly, but his princess was extremely sheltered. She didn’t understand the concept of how much things cost. “Listen my princess, I can take you somewhere safe, where you can live a comfortable life. It might not be the luxurious life you’re used to, but you’ll still be happy.”

“B-but…”

Kurapika looked back to her, freezing when he saw tears trailing down her cheeks. “I don’t… want my people to suffer when I could be doing something… why do I get to be safe and happy while they’re under the reign of demons?”

She did have a point, and her kindness is what made Kurapika adore her in the first place. His elf ears twitched and he rubbed the back of his neck.

To be honest, Kurapika cared not for other humans… but he would to next to anything to make her happy.

“… alright.”

(Name) blinked, looking to him. “Really?”

“Yes… but promise me, if we can’t find a party that will take on our request within a month, you will give up on this.”

She squealed in delight, jumping into his arms. “I promise! Ahh, thank you Kurapika!”

The slightest shade of pink took over his cheeks, and he cleared his throat. “Princess, you still only have my cloak to keep you covered.”

She blinked, looking down at herself before jumping back and checking herself over to make sure she was still completely covered. “A-ah, sorry I forgot…”

‘She’s going to be the death of me…’ Kurapika thought, ringing out her night gown before setting it out to dry.

As he planned out what they would do, he could have sworn he heard something skittering from tree to tree outside… but when he looked, there was nothing…

But a pair of cat-like eyes were staring in at them, wondering when he should strike.

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Kurapika held her close to him as they walked towards town. Just an hour before, an entire pack of demon hounds passed by their hiding place.

Thankfully, he had placed a magical sensor about 100 feet away that alerted him just in time for him to pull (Name) into the depths of the cave. He covered her mouth, the potent smell of the cave hiding their scent.

The beasts passed by without any trouble, but Kurapika knew it was time to go. More competent soldiers would be there soon to check every nook and cranny of the forest for any signs of life, and Kurapika couldn’t hide her forever.

So they walked down the path, her hand in his. She was still tired, now wearing her freshly cleaned nightgown and his cloak. Her feet were still bare, so he would carry her until his arms ached. Kurapika couldn’t stand the way she winced when she stepped on a pointy rock or on poky leaves.

He wished he could do more, he more useful to her…

‘I’ll buy her a more suitable outfit once we get into town.’ he thought, patting his coin pouch with his free hand. ‘I doubt we’ll be able to find someone willing to take on the demons anyways, no need to save my coin when my princess is in need of new clothing.’

It wouldn’t be the soft silks and fancy patterns she was used to, but it would keep her warm and covered.

“My princess, we’re nearing town.”

She stopped, glancing back at him. Kurapika tied his cloak tighter around her, making sure her stained nightgown couldn’t be seen. “Try not to let your bare feet be noticed. Take small steps, and don’t take off your hood.”

“Anything else?” she asked sarcastically. Kurapika thought for a second, then looped her arm with his.

“Yes. Don’t leave my side, even for a second. I can’t guarantee that the town is safe. There could already be demons hiding amongst the citizens, wearing human disguises.”

She huffed, but listened. For the past 5 years, Kurapika had been her loyal knight, keeping her safe from all harm. (Name) trusted him more than she trusted herself, so of course she would do whatever he said.

“Come, we can only stay in town for so long. We don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves.”

He guided her into the small town, which looked more like a village the more Kurapika thought of it.

There were only a handful of shops that he could see, he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to find her clothes, much less a party that would be willing to take on demons.

He grimaced when a toddler ran by, wearing only wearing a cloth diaper as they were chased by what seemed to be an older sibling. Kurapika disliked humans, finding them to be filthy, nasty things.

“Aww… so cute!”

Kurapika glanced to see (Name) helping the little one up after they tripped, gently dabbing away at a little scrape in their knee with her handkerchief. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s only a little scrape.”

The older sibling blushed as (Name) smiled and helped their younger sibling stand. “Be careful, you’re a big brother, aren’t you? You need to keep better watch of your baby sister. And you…”

She gave the child a headpat. “You need to listen to your big brother. Don’t run away from him, what if a big scary monster snatched you up?”

The two thanked her before walking away hand in hand, waving. She waved back, and Kurapika was quick to grab her hand and pull her towards a quiet place. “Princess, didn’t I say we shouldn’t draw attention to ourselves!? You-“

She pouted at him. “Kurapika, it was just a child. I-“

“Well now those children have seen your face. It not only puts you in danger, but them as well.”

(Name) paused, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked down at the ground. Kurapika sighed, cursing himself for upsetting her.

“Just… try not to talk to anyone or show your face, alright? Come on, we have to hurry.”

She was now quiet as they walked through the small village, her hand in his. Though Kurapika knew her silence was better in the long run, he also felt an ache in his heart when she was quiet.

——————

(Name) sat in a small wooden chair inside a dusty clothing shop. Kurapika was speaking to the owner quietly, occasionally glancing back at her.

While they talked, (Name) took the time to look out the window and really take in the village while it was busy.

The unevenly paved road caused the rickety old carriages drawn by horses to wobble a bit, but the riders seemed used to it. Children ran down the road, spooking the horses a bit and getting yelled at by said riders until they scurried away.

Across from them was a bakery, where she could see a woman rolling out a ball of dough. On the counter were various baked good that reminded (Name) of just how hungry she was.

But… something seemed out of place. Every once in a while as she watched the villagers go about their daily lives, she swore she could see a blur of someone in the trees that surrounded the village. Occasionally, a pair of blue, glowing eyes peered through the leafy canopy, staring right at her.

“U-Um… Kurapika?”

He held up a hand and continued to speak with the shopkeep. ‘Is he… haggling him?’ (Name) sighed softly, turning back to the window.

The thing she saw made her blood ran cold.

On the edge of the tree line was a small figure, looking right at her. She couldn’t make out much besides a head of white hair and piercing blue eyes. (Name) got ready to tell Kurapika, but by the time she blinked… it was gone.

Kurapika approached her, a few items of clothing slung over his shoulder. “What did you need, my p- I mean, miss?”

She didn’t answer for a moment, continuing to stare out of the window. When she did finally speak, he could tell something was wrong. “… nothing. Just thought I saw something.”

The elf was intelligent, he knew that anything out of the ordinary could mean their enemies may be near. So he nodded and escorted her to the dressing room. “Get dressed, we’re leaving now.”

She did as told, glancing through the crack in the door as he kept watch. When she was around, Kurapika kept up a calm and confident facade… but when he thought she couldn’t see him, his face fell slightly with worry.

The princess didn’t truly know what demons were or the history they had with humans or elves, not many humans did. The stories had simply been lost to time, something only an elf who had lived many human lifetimes could remember.

Kurapika was terrified, knowing that these demons would stop at nothing to kill the last person that may know how to truly defeat them.

Demons were incredibly hard to kill, it was easier to just wound them and banish them with a teleportation spell back to hell… but there was one method that could permanently end a demon’s life.

But no, the princess wasn’t aware of how to do that. Why would she be, she was sheltered and had never even held a wand, much less casted a spell.

Instead, the king had passed on this information to Kurapika, not wanting his beloved daughter to be in danger. Kurapika didn’t want her at risk either, so he took on the heavy burden.

The spell called for various magical items to be gathered from across the continent and brought together. It would take ages, and with just the two of them, it wasn’t just dangerous, it was impossible.

Even more troubling, to preform the spell that would banish demons, the caster would have to be a person whose heart was pure and without hate. Kurapika held onto so much hatred and anger, he would never be able to perform such a thing.

‘But…’

Kurapika glanced at the princess as she stepped out of the dressing room, her smile as warm as the afternoon sun. She reached for his hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “It’ll be okay, we’ll get through this together.”

‘Maybe she, the only human I have ever cared for could do it.’

———————

From the branches of a tree, a figure watched as the two walked through the forest. One was some kind of an elf, which the spying figure had been told went extinct years ago.

The other was a young woman, her face hidden by an olive green cloak. She held onto the elf’s hand, and the figure could tell that if she wasn’t with him, the elf would be moving at a much faster pace.

‘Huh, just a single guard? You’d think that at least twenty knights would have escorted her out of the palace.’

The figure jumped silently to another tree once the two started to gain a bit too much distance from him for his liking.

‘She’s rather slow and weak, I can take her out easily. But the elf has been able to successfully evade our soldiers for nearly two days and nights now… oh well, I only need to kill the girl. No need to fight someone I’m not sure I could beat.’

The figure’s tail curled around the branch of the tree, keeping him upright as he leaned forward to get a better look at them.

But unfortunately, he misjudged the strength of the branch and was sent tumbling out of the tree, landing in a bush nearby.

‘SHIT!’

Kurapika pulled his sword out, stepping in front of (Name). “Who goes there? Come out and state your reasons for following us.”

‘Ah, so he knew I was following them.’

The white haired boy quickly hid his tail, retracted his claws, and ruffled his hair to hide his small horns. Once done, he carefully stepped out of the bushes, making sure to make himself look small and scared.

“Oh, it’s just a little boy.”

The boy waved timidly, trying to act like a lost child. “H-hello…”

(Name) peeked out from behind Kurapika, smiling. “Hello there, I-“

Kurapika stepped forward, his sword pointed at the boy’s throat. “I said state your reason for following us.”

(Name)’s eyes widen, and she reached out to gently move Kurapika’s arm so he was pointing his sword at the ground instead. “Kurapika, he’s just a little boy, there’s no need-“

“Just a little boy? My princess, if he was a normal little boy I would be able to hear his footsteps when he walked. This is no ordinary child, he’s trained in the ways of darkness and evil.”

The boy scoffed, crossing his arms. “Huh, you’re good. Wasn’t expecting that. I’ve never had someone realize they couldn’t hear my footsteps before.”

In the blink of an eye, the boy’s claws were sharpened into points, his sharp teeth glistening in the low light. Kurapika’s eyes widened, and he started getting ready to create a barrier around the princess if need be.

“You seem like a smart man. Hand over the girl, and I’ll let you free. You’re an elf, I hear that race and humans have a pretty bad history. Let me guess, you were forced into serving her or execution. Well it’s your lucky day, I’m here to take her out. Then, you’ll be a free elf and-“

The boy’s eyes narrowed as Kurapika’s sword began to glow a deep scarlet, his eyes shining the same color. “You understand nothing, demon. My people hated your kind much more than we hated humans, and this girl means everything to me. I would die before I handed her over to the likes of you.”

‘That sword… I heard stories of elves that could banish demons but…’

“K-Kurapika, wait!”

But it was no use, the two had begun their battle. (Name) was pushed back unceremoniously, falling onto her but a few feet away from the two.

The boy brandished his claws, leaping from the ground and slashing at Kurapika’s throat. He was able to block the attack with his sword just before the boy’s nails sunk into his skin.

Kurapika took advantage of the boy being so close, and used a teleporting spell, sending them 30 yards away. “Hide yourself, (Name)! This boy is an assassin, he’ll take any opportunity to come your way and kill you!”

She gulped, crawling through the gaps of large tree roots and hiding herself under a tree. (Name) couldn’t see what was going on now, but she could hear the sounds of Kurapika swinging his blade and grunting.

It took her back to the days when she would watch him train between lessons. He always took time to send her a soft smile, even walking her to her next destination despite being exhausted and sweaty.

One day, another knight was sparring with him, and when Kurapika got hurt, she started to cry. She rushed over, clingy to him and sobbing as she rubbed her face against his chest.

“Y-you got hurt! You’re bleeding, someone call the-“

Kurapika gently ran his hand over her hair, smiling. “Shh, princess, I’m fine. This is nothing.”

“But…”

His eyes softened as he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb. “Any injury I get while protecting you is just proof of my unconditional devotion. You are my everything, princess. I will shield you with my very body if it means keeping you safe.”

And as she heard the fight get more and more intense, she felt an uneasy feeling settle in her belly.

‘I don’t want Kurapika to die.’

That’s the very thought she had that day, watching as he was bandaged up by a palace doctor. So behind his back, she had begun to learn basic magic, wanting to be somewhat to him in the future.

Although she had never been able to actually cast a spell due to how she was watched like a hawk, she still managed to sneak some of Kurapika’s books into her room to study while he was busy.

When she heard Kurapika gasp in pain, (Name)’s mind raced with what to do. He told her to hide, and Kurapika was usually right, but she would rather die than let him die for her.

So (Name) crawled out of her hiding space, sniffling softly as she began to run towards the two.

The boy had him pinned to the ground, his nails at Kurapika’s throat. The sight was enough to freeze her in her tracks, her heart thumping wildly against her chest.

“L-let him go!”

Despite her legs shaking, and her lip wobbling, she was still able to yell out to the boy. “It’s me you want, don’t hurt him!”

Kurapika turned his head, his nose bleeding. “Princess, what do you think you’re doing, he’s going to-“

The boy let Kurapika go, walking towards her slowly. “Sacrificing yourself to save a measly knight? You’re braver than I thought, princess. I’ll spare the elf, as long as you go down without a fight.”

“Yes… but please, before you kill me, let me know your name.”

Seeing no point in hiding his identity now that his prey was right in front of him, the boy relented. “If that’s your final wish… my name is Killua. Killua of the Zoldyck Royal Family, one of the seven princes of hell.”

“I see… Killua, then. I need you to get down.”

This made the boy pause. Although her body shook and her lip wobbled, her eyes were far from scared. They were determined, steady as they focused on him.

Before he could retreat, a ring formed around the boys wrists, causing him to be pinned to the ground. He yelped, struggling frantically against the glowing rings, but they stayed firm on his wrists.

“W-what the hell did you just do to me!?”

(Name) smiled, her knees giving way as she fell to the ground. She held held up her own wrist, a small ring of light was there, the same as the boy’s.

“I cast a spell to have complete control over your actions. It only works on… demons… and… if I have your name…”

Killua growled, baring his teeth and struggling against his bounds with no luck. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t even lift his head. “You witch! Let me go right now, before I-“

(Name) laughs, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Before you what? Squirm some more? Kick up some dirt? Face it kid, you’re not doing anything until I give you an order.”

He continued to growl and snap his teeth at her, trying to attack, to do anything. As Killua struggled, Kurapika made his way back over, holding his injured arm.

‘That spell… it’s too high level, even for me. How was she able to-‘

He barely caught (Name) in time as she fell forward. Her mana was next to non existent at the moment, leaving her exhausted and barely conscious.

“My princess…”

He cursed himself for not being able to stop her from using such a spell. If he had been a bit stronger, the boy would be dead, and he would be carrying her to bed at this very moment.

But now, he had to deal with the demon growling and snarling at their feet.

“I hope you’ve prepared yourself for death, demon. I can’t have you going back to your horde and informing them of our location.”

Killua let out a laugh, looking up at him. “As if either of you could kill me. Sure, try it out. Injure me, teleport me away to the far ends of the earth, I’ll just keep coming back, and with reinforcements next time.”

“He has a point…”

Kurapika helped (Name) sit up, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as her head leaned on his chest. She was so weak, she was shaking.

“Princess, you should rest.”

She shook her head, raising her hand. “Stand, Killua.”

The boy immediately sprung up from the ground, standing stiffly in front of them. “(Name)… is the spell still intact?”

She nodded, leaving Kurapika in awe. A spell like that cast by an amateur like her should have fell apart within seconds!

“So we can’t just let him go and I don’t want to kill him…”

“We couldn’t kill him even if we tried, princess.”

She pouted slightly, staring at the boy whose cheek were red with humiliation. He was at the beck and call of a human, he’d be teased by his brothers for weeks!

“… I think I have a solution! Killua, stay still.”

The boy scolded himself for being so cocky. ‘I knew names held power, and yet I freely gave her mine…’

He clenched his fists, growling lowly. ‘As soon as I’m free, I’ll kill that princess, if it’s the last thing I do!’

Killua stiffened up even more if possible as Kurapika and (Name) stepped a few feet away to talk.

The elf grimaced as (Name) seemed to be proposing an idea, disagreeing with her immediately. She then put her hands on her hips… which caused Kurapika to relent.

“Alright, I’ll let you handle this then, princess.”

(Name) smiled, stepping forward. “Alright! Killua, once this order is given, you’ll be able to move freely.”

Killua perked up a little. ‘This is my chance!’

“I’ll be giving you the orders,” she said, holding up two fingers. Kurapika glanced her way, nervous. He didn’t like allowing his princess to handle things in the slightest… but it was their only option. “One, you will not share any information on me, Kurapika, or anyone connected to us.”

He frowned deeply, that would get in the way of his plans… but…

‘Once she’s dead, the spell should dissipate. I’ll just-‘

“The second order is you are no longer allowed to harm, kill, or maim any innocent beings, or any of my loved ones.”

Killua’s jaw dropped. While he didn’t necessarily make a habit out of killing when he didn’t have to, it was still his job. “You can’t be serious, I-“

That’s when he realized… (Name) was but an innocent human… he wouldn’t be kill her. And Kurapika was definitely someone she cared for…

“Those are your orders. You can now move freely.”

Killua’s body relaxed, and he moved forward, launching himself at (Name). Although Kurapika was quick to pull her behind himself, it wasn’t necessary.

Killua froze midair, ancient symbols appearing all over his body. When he dropped to the ground, he seized.

(Name) was quick to kneel down next to him, despite Kurapika’s complaints. “Hey, you’re going to be okay. The effects shouldn’t last that long…”

She lifted his head into her lap, wiping away the drool from the boy’s mouth with her sleeve. “This is what happens when you disobey an order… I’m sorry, from what I read I heard it’s incredibly painful.”

Incredibly painful? It was the worst thing Killua had ever experienced, and he had undergone the harsh training and torture of the Zoldyck family.

But the demon was confused… why was this princess gently wiping his face with a handkerchief, and why was she getting her knight to prop him up against a tree. He couldn’t comprehend why she left a canteen full of water and an apple for him before she left… it didn’t make sense.

“You’re free to do whatever you want, as long as you follow those two orders,” she said, yawning as Kurapika helped her walk. “Goodbye, Killua.”

As they walked away, Killua felt… strange. He had tried to kill her more than once. It would be easy enough to make him take his own life… yet she was letting him go.

Killua sat there under the moonlight, thinking of what his next step should be. He couldn’t return home, that would be a humiliation he would never live down. Him, the heir of the throne, defeated by a mere mortal? That was unheard of.

So Killua hatched a new plan, one that would take advantage of the princess’ kindness…

———————

Dark fog fell over the palace, toxic vapor that would kill any human unfortunate enough to still be hiding within its walls.

“Has Killua returned with the princess yet?”

Illumi looked up from his work, tilting his head. His tail swayed silently as he set those dark, cold eyes on his mother. “No, mother. And from what I’m able to sense… he’s not coming back home for a while yet.”

She frowned, Kalluto standing quietly at her side. “Kalluto, go check with your older brother and see if he’s finished that resurrection spell yet.”

“Yes, mother.”

Once Kalluto left, the woman’s eyes narrowed. “We must hurry and get these matters dealt with before the other demon lords are able to make it to the surface. Those other princes… they’ll spell nothing but trouble for our-“

“Yes, mother. I understand.”

Illumi looked into his crystal ball, one that one worked on Killua. With it, he could see through the boy’s eyes… and even give him orders.

“Killua is currently following the princess, mother.”

She smiled, clapping her hands together. “Oh, that is wonderful news! Give him the command, and then I’ll have my little prince back!”

Illumi nodded, the focused on the crystal ball, peering into it.

‘Killua.’

Usually, simply saying his name was enough to have the boy tensing up… but he did nothing. Could he not… hear him?

Illumi shook his head. ‘No matter, I’ll just take control of him.’

When Illumi attempted to reach into the crystal ball, his hand was repelled by white magic, burning his fingers and palm.

“Illumi!”

His mother rushed over to see what had happened. Illumi stared blankly at his hand, sighing.

“It seems someone is interfering with my connection… until we figure out what this is…”

His mother paled, raising a hand to her mouth.

“Killua… is lost to us.”

Illumi looked through the crystal ball, his frown deepening. ‘At least I can still see through his eyes. That will be of some benefit to us… as long as Killua keeps following them, we should be able to find them eventually.’

Kalluto walked back into the room, Boeing politely. “Mother, big brother has found a resurrection spell that will work on more than ten people at once without killing the caster. Now all we have to do is find their remains.”

His mother grinned, fanning herself. “Inform your father of this discovery, and make sure he knows…”

She looked outside, smiling as the fog slowly spread down the mountain. “We have some spiders to find.”

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Season 2 OFMD: Replace Prince Ricky with Benjamin Hornigold

Hear me out.

S2Ep1: Introduce Hornigold in disguise to Stede. Make 'Ben' an old trusty sea dog who still knows a bit too much about Stede Bonnet. Have Ben compliment Stede in the same way Ricky did. -HAVE STEDE TRUST HIM- Ben being an old pirate who misses the life, the adventure, the brutality. Make Stede sympathise with him.

Make him wear a shitty disguise at Jackies until he's caught near the end of the episode (and gets away), because DUH. That's Benjamin fucking Hornigold, Jackie fucking hates him(we see her shoot at him as he runs). Maybe have Jackie tell Stede he's dangerous, only for Stede to reply 'that's just an old man' and brush off her concern.

NEXT WE SEE HIM:

S2Ep3: ED'S DREAM SEQUENCE

It's finally revealed to the audience through Ed's dreams that the old man they left behind is the infamous turncoat Hornigold. Change the line about abandoning Ed's body at a beach, to at a port town, and the 'Ed was mutinied' lie can be told like how it was in ep 3. But now we as the audience can catch hints that Ben isn't acting right. Ed still sees him as the brutal pirate and not the old man Stede met a few episodes ago.

THEN(replacing Ricky's speech on that British ship):

Hornigold discusses how brutal pirate life is to the British sailors under his command. Focus on how best to hunt them down. We can even have another sailor remind Hornigold that he's a pirate hunter due to Ben's signing of the act of grace.

Him and Zheng on Zheng's ship: Keep the scene the same. Auntie points out that Ben betrayed his pirate crew to go serve the English. Have both captains talk about how pointless this all is, but make it clear that he's willing to negociate. Have Ben roll his eyes at the British's gifts(clocks), but say it's all a formality and they can 'sell them off if she wants'. Knowing that she won't have the time to in the next 24 hours and that this will be her ships downfall.

The Zheng and Stede Fight: I hate that she gives this whole speech about defeating idiot men, only to get defeated by Ricky- an actual idiot. From this scene on she's less 'Pirate Queen/Captain' and more 'badass side chick that fits in with the crew'. BUT in this write, she lost to a pirate legend. Who sold his crew out for his own freedom. She lost because she was outmaneuvered, and she SHOULD have known better. (seriously though, why did Zheng trust Ricky, he was a british fucking officer, GOD I hate that shit)

NOW THE FUCKING PAY OFF:

Hornigold captures the crew post ep 7. We can keep Stede and Zheng getting away. BUT HORNIGOLD AND IZZY INTERACTING? Izzy siting up and defending his family from a person from his past????

Look, we know Ed has been a pirate for at least 20 years (he's known Fang for 20 years), so there's a very good chance Ed and Izzy were together on his ship.

Let Izzy give the speech about crew being family, about how you sacrifice everything for your crew. Spitting in the face of the piracy Izzy himself once lived his life by. Of this dog eats dog world.

Also: Izzy would have absolutely searched Benjamin fucking Hornigold for weapons. Now. We can keep Ben killing Izzy, maybe he runs up and grabs a sailor's gun, I don't like it. (Izzy didn't need to die for the story to work) But at least NOW Izzy died to a man whose haunted his every life's decision. A person he said he would never be, and slowly did become through years of trying to survive. It's not a good ending, but now it has a bit more meaning than Ricky getting a lucky shot he didn't earn.

Make Ed furious over Izzy's body, but show him visibly holding back from getting revenge. That throwing himself back in won't fix Izzy. So he fixes himself. This also pays off the consequences of signing the Act of Grace. Showing that this might just be the end of piracy as Ed knows it if his former bastard Captain was willing to turn coat.

This also means a BIT more for Stede, as his blind trust in Ben in episode 1 meant a dangerous pirate got away. Maybe in episode 1 Stede tells Ben about Ed. About how worried he is his 'friend' has gone off the deep end. Ben of course, actively hunting down Blackbeard and doing anything to get to his old prodigy. Have Stede regret that his 'plan to sell off Hornigold to the English' got Izzy killed. Have Stede learn to hold his cards closer for next season, to be slower to trust people. This would be a better arc than 'stede learns to be an excellent captain for his family and gives it all up in the end as soon as he can get his dick wet'.

It's still REALLY shallow, and I don't like it. This season should have had a better villain than trying to introduce the possibility of Zheng hunting them down, Ned Low, AND the British. But now, at least it fits better thematically for Izzy and Ed's arcs as growing past the traditional pirate life and Stede for learning to control his ego, showing him that he STILL has a lot to learn.

[issacballsac]

“Being Best-friends with Dante Sparda„

Being a son of Sparda doesn’t mean he doesn’t have time to fool around with you ! Gender neutral human reader

Teenage Years | DMC3

Being the massive flirt he is he’ll most likely try and flirt with you upon meeting

Seeing as his twin brother is currently trying to kill him and take his necklace he’ll keep your first conversation short and leave you with his number

After literal Hell on Earth he’ll remember to give you a call

Y’all click instantly…he’s also just a really easy person to get along with but we’ll just ignore that

Now we all know he STAYS broke so either you pay for a meal or y’all are taking a walk in the park somewhere

Getting him to actually talk about himself is pretty difficult

Give him space and he’ll open up about deeper things in his life eventually especially things that concern his demon half(brother, childhood, etc.)

He does enjoy throwing compliments everywhere so expect daily words of praise whether it be sarcastic, goofy, exaggerated, or sincere praise

If you like to compliment as well it’ll be like the most sickening bromance ever

If your still in school DO NOT go to him for homework help

He’ll hype you up for sure but if you need genuine academic help just get a tutor💀

Would be genuinely upset if you made a joke regarding his white hair bro would get hella moody and claim you aren’t friends anymore

If you have a part time job you can BET he’s gonna ask for some bread

Not exactly outright but he’ll allude to it like..

“You remember all the damage those demon guys did to my shop? Yeah…it’s gonna cost A TON to repair it by myself…”

“Are you hungry? Well I heard about this new pizza spot that WE should totally tryout 😁.”

If you like to make clothes/jewelry/accessories he’ll totally wear it

Refuses to let you mess with his hair until like two years into knowing each other

Takes pride in his looks and you should too! Self care! Ofc you’re paying for any and all expenses🫶

Glorified sugar daddy😭

If you live with your parents…so does he

Congratulations you have a new brother 🩰

If you don’t he’ll offer to be roommates so he can get a cheaper rent

You’ll definitely meet Lady she is absolutely appalled at how you tolerate him constantly sarcastically ofc she knows he’s a good guy

If you’re into video games he’ll play with you granted he doesn’t have the money to pay for a game console so it’ll be on whatever console you have

Once he’s in your life he’s never leaving literally.

A best-friend for a lifetime

Adult Years

He probably saved you from some demons

Like if you met him in his teenage year he’d def start flirting

What can I say he stays true to himself

His personality would never change regardless of his aging

Still the same wacky woohoo pizza man we know and love

Thinks you look hot and invites you on a date which quickly just turns into a hangout after the LACK of romance

Still finds hanging with you to be fun and keeps a friendship

Even after establishing a friendship he still flirts here and there—force of habit

Would definitely teach you how to ride a motorcycle if you didn’t already know

More willing to let you mess with his hair

Like put it in pigtails or tie it up/braid it

Introduced you to the whole DMC gang

Now depending on the time period he’ll tell you about Vergil and his upbringing

He would totally tell you all about it after the events of DMC5 after he returns ofc!

I feel like he’s an animal guy so if you have any pets they’re now his pets too

Co-parenting core🩰

If you’re an artist he’ll be your muse/reference material any day

Loves the attention

Drunk dance nights

Karaoke too he doesn’t have the best singing voice but it’s not the worst

Since he’s a devil hunter he goes on missions a lot and seeing as you don’t want to get your shit rocked you stay behind

Cherishes every moment spent together and will make sure you know that

You always take him with you on vacations

How could you not???

He appreciates if you chip in helping him pay off his MASSIVE FUCKING DEBT

He doesn’t expect you to though

Despite being broke he stays stylish and if you asked would help you with fashion

Ofc he isn’t like BIG on fashion but cmon have you seen his looks? He dabbles

Immediately sees you after missions and starts ranting about the entire thing

“Can you believe it?! So obviously I shot that nasty bitch and it had the nerve to explode all over my jacket! It died so I can’t even get it to pay for a new one!”

“Don’t worry about why I smell like this worry about the fact that Trish totally took MY commission!”

Very dramatic but laid back too if that makes sense

Calls you cheesy nicknames that I will not elaborate on use your imagination 🗣️🫶

Enjoys live music and will go with you to concerts if you like

Shows you his demon form if you’re interested

Whatever your hobby is he’ll be interested

Would make sure nothing ever bad happened to you regarding devils ofc

Best bros for life and in death🫡

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 11

When the vampires returned to Loki’s place, Claire and Louise were glad to see that everyone was ok. Even though they were all covered in blood.

‘Is everyone ok? Was it hunters?’ Claire asked as she rushed to Loki.

‘All good. Yeah... hunters managed to get into the school.’ Loki nodded. He was just glad that she was ok.

‘There’s the main bathroom upstairs and the one down here, feel free to clean up everyone. I'm going for a quick shower in the en-suite before we decide what to do next.’ Loki said to the others as Claire wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He made his way upstairs and Claire went with him.

‘I bagsy the upstairs bathroom.’ Jessica said quickly as she grabbed Spencer’s hand and dragged him upstairs.

‘We’ll take the downstairs one!’ Severus said quickly as he and Toshi darted down the hall to the small bathroom at the end.

Chris huffed in annoyance.

‘Kitchen?’ Louise suggested.

‘Good idea.’ Chris smiled and went with her to the kitchen.

‘We’ll just have to wait then.’ Matt huffed as he folded his arms over his chest.

‘There’s a hose out back.’ Chris called to him with a chuckle.

David laughed a little, though Matt didn’t look overly pleased. They went through to the living room in the mean-time, Bat greeted them with happy chirps, though did look concerned when she saw them covered in blood.

‘Hey, cutie!’ David sat down and Bat instantly jumped into his lap, purring.

‘It’s bad enough that we have to worry about ourselves, but I feel for the guys having to worry about their humans too. It can’t be easy.’ Matt said as he sat down.

‘Maybe they should turn them sooner than later, so they’re at least stronger.’ David suggested.

‘I think Loki would rather die than turn Claire before she’s ready.’ Matt said.

‘Has he said if that’s the long-term plan?’ David asked.

‘I heard him mention that they’d talked about it when she’s a bit older, more in-line with Loki’s age. Apparently drinking her blood is too addicting right now.’ Matt smirked.

‘I imagine it is.’ David nodded. ‘What’s up with you, you’re really restless?’ He asked when he noticed Matt's leg bobbing up and down constantly.

‘I just hate the fact the hunters got into the school right under our noses!’ Matt sighed in frustration.

‘I know, I do too. I’m sure we will get to the bottom of it though.’ David assured him.

-

‘Is Louise alright about it all?’ Loki asked Claire on the way up the stairs.

‘She’s ok, just worried about Chris and the rest of you, like I was. How bad was it?’ Claire asked Loki when they got into the privacy of their bedroom and en-suite.

Loki was quick to remove his bloodied shirt. Claire was trying not to think about how damn sexy he looked naked with blood splattered on him…

Loki ran a hand through his hair. ‘I… I tore into someone. I let myself get too carried away.’ He turned his back to her.

‘Loki. It’s not your fault, you were doing what you needed to do.’ Claire moved in behind him and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her face against his back. ‘The hunters don’t care about who they hurt, going after innocent vampires, they deserve what’s coming to them.'

Loki sniffed at the air. ‘Are you… are you aroused?’ Loki asked as he turned in her arms and looked down at her with an eyebrow up.

‘What? Me? Aroused? At my sexy vampire boyfriend being all macho and covered in blood? Absolutely not!’ Claire said quickly as her cheeks turned red.

Loki chuckled and shook his head. He dipped his head down and kissed her on the lips hungrily. ‘As much as I’d love to ravage you right now, the others will be waiting to go over everything.’ He sighed over her lips.

‘Not even a quickie in the shower?’ Claire asked innocently and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

‘Ohh so naughty.’ Loki growled and scooped her up by her bum, holding her flush against him as he carried her through into the bathroom.

Loki managed to get rid of his trousers while Claire turned the shower on and removed her dress. They hopped in and didn’t take long to get handsy, Claire was already aroused enough though so they didn’t need to do much foreplay.

Claire knew that Loki was needing a release, he was feeling conflicted over killing the hunters in the way he did, plus all the blood that was exposed had driven his instincts wild. So she wasn’t surprised when he pinned her against the wall and fucked her roughly, nipping at her neck in the process, doing his best to avoid sinking his fangs into her right now.

Claire certainly didn’t complain at the feral-ness of the fucking, her body was cheering in delight at being taken in such a manner. She could barely catch her breath as he pounded into her, she didn’t care if everyone in the house heard her whimpering and moaning over the sound of the running water.

-

‘I thought being a vampire would be easy and safe.’ Spencer chuckled as he and Jessica decided to have a quick shower as well, since they had the big bathroom. The shower was big enough for them both.

‘It’s not always fun and games, unfortunately.’ Jessica sighed.

‘So I’m beginning to see.’

‘Do you regret being turned?’ Jessica asked as they got into the shower and just rinsed the blood off their bodies, as tempting as it was to fool around, they decided to behave themselves since they were in someone else’s house, and they knew that others would no doubt want to use the bathroom.

‘No, otherwise I’d be dead.’ Spencer laughed. ‘Plus, it means I can keep up with you better.’ He smirked and grabbed her hips to move her back against the tiled wall of the shower.

‘Behave, others will be needing in, remember.’ Jessica giggled.

Spencer huffed and pressed his forehead against hers. ‘I guess so.’

‘Besides, I want to know what the hell is going on. We need to figure out how they got in.’

When they got out of the shower and started to get dried before putting on their bloodied ball clothes again, they could hear the sound of Loki and Claire going at it.

‘Why do they get to have sex but we can’t have a quickie?’ Spencer pouted.

Jessica laughed and kissed his pouting lips. ‘It’s their home.’

-

‘Blood looks good on you.’ Toshi smirked at Severus as they shimmied into the small bathroom. It was just a toilet and a sink.

‘Looks better on you.’ Severus smirked back at her.

They filled the sink with water and found a cloth under the sink in the cabinet. Toshi soaked it in the water then was about to wash her face, though Severus gently took it from her. ‘Allow me.’

He took his time softly wiping her face clean, then he focused on her arms and around her neck and chest. Toshi smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the way he was taking care of her. She returned the favour for him once her skin was clean of blood.

‘How do you think they got into the school?’ Toshi asked as she chucked the cloth into the sink once they were done, turning the water a nice bloody red.

‘I’m not sure. It’s quite the concern though. I don’t like what they said to Loki about going after our humans, too. With you being an ex-hunter, you may be even more at risk if they see you as a traitor.’ Severus said with a frown.

‘N’aww. You know you don’t need to worry about me.’ Toshi smiled sweetly and cupped his cheek.

Severus turned his head and kissed her palm. ‘I know you can look after yourself, but you know I still worry. I always will.’

‘I know… I’m more worried about Claire and Louise, though. They can’t really protect themselves, can they?’ Toshi turned to the sink and pulled the plug, she tried to clean the sink up a little so it wasn’t left too messy.

‘Not as such. I doubt Chris and Loki would let anything happen to them. Although tonight was a close call.’ Severus sighed.

‘It was indeed.’ Toshi agreed, she slipped her arms around Severus and laid her head on his chest.

Severus held her tightly to him and slid his hand slowly up and down her back. ‘I’d be even more out of my mind with worry if you weren’t highly skilled.’

Toshi’s eyes flew open as she suddenly realised she knew what needed to happen.

‘We need to talk to Chris and Loki, they need to teach their girls some fighting skills… just in case.’

‘Hmm, perhaps that could work. I doubt they would physically have the strength, but couldn’t hurt to have some training under their belts.’

‘Exactly.’

-

When Chris and Louise got into the kitchen, Chris closed the door over so they’d have a little privacy.

‘You weren’t hurt, were you?’ Louise asked softly, when Chris turned to face her, he saw worry all over her face.

‘Not at all.’ He smiled. ‘This blood isn’t mine, don’t worry.’ He chuckled as he motioned to his white shirt that was more red than white now.

‘Thank you for making sure Claire and I got to safety. I still can’t believe you managed to carry us both with such ease.’ She laughed a little shyly. ‘And I’m glad you’re ok.’

‘I will always make sure you’re safe, pumpkin.’ He reached out slowly and cupped her cheek. Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and the nickname.

He’d been a little worried about Louise seeing him covered in blood like he was, but realising she didn’t seem scared, he was so relieved. In-fact, he could’ve sworn that he could smell a small hint of arousal in the air… making his mouth water.

Chris cleared his throat and began unbuttoning his shirt. ‘Do you mind that I change my shirt?’ He asked, noticing her eyes were locked on his fingers undoing his buttons.

‘No…’ She squeaked. ‘Oh, I still have your jacket.’ She said sheepishly and rushed around the table, she’d draped it over one of the chairs.

‘Perfect. Will save me having to squeeze into one of Loki’s.’ Chris chuckled as he finished unbuttoning his shirt.

Louise felt her heartbeat quickening, she tried not to stare as Chris shrugged his shirt off. He was covered in tattoos, though they looked so good on him. He was also far more muscular than she had imagined. She had to turn her head away when she felt her face turning bright red.

She tried to focus as she went over to the sink and started running the water to get it warm. Then she raided through the cupboards until she found a hand towel and a cloth for him.

Louise stepped to the side, to let Chris get washed up. As he splashed his face with the water, Louise found herself staring at him again. When he peeked to the side and smirked a little, she quickly averted her eyes away and turned her body slightly to try and stop staring at him.

‘So… uh, hunters?’ She squeaked.

‘It was. I don’t know how the hell they got into the school with so many vampires there. It must’ve been during the fire alarm.’ Chris said angrily.

‘One of them maybe set it off?’ Louise suggested, she turned to look at him again when she noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was drying his face and hands with the towel.

‘Perhaps… Though that still means one of them had to get inside.’ Chris sighed.

He slipped his suit jacket on, though there were only three buttons on it that were low down, so even with them buttoned up, most of his chest was still showing and Louise was finding it really difficult to focus properly.

‘My eyes are up here, pumpkin.’ He said cheekily and winked at her when her eyes shot up to his eyes.

‘S… sorry! I’m sorry.’ She stammered and blushed hard.

‘No need to apologise.’ He grinned and cupped her cheek. ‘I can’t stop staring at you, it’s only fair you stare back.’ He winked at her again, making her laugh.

‘Are you all done in there?’ David called through after knocking on the door.

Chris growled a little with a sigh. ‘Yes.’ He called back.

David opened the door and walked in. ‘Good. I need to at least wash my hands, get the smell of the blood off.’ He said as he darted straight for the sink.

Matt came in after him too, needing to do the same.

‘Are the others down yet?’ Louise asked.

‘Spencer and Jessica are, they said they could hear Loki and Claire going at it so they might be a little longer.’ David scoffed.

‘Of course they are getting off together while they’ve got guests.’ Chris rolled his eyes.

‘Just so rude.’ Louise laughed.

[vithe-potato]

Bad Batchers reacting to you flinching

Basically head cannons but like, with dialogue

Note: I'm sorry if you've requested something and I haven't written it, I have a lot in my inbox and so few things written. It's summer and I have a lot of free time so let's pray I am able to write them. Anywho, this is the only thing I've been able to write in a long time, so I posted it.

Warnings: Implied abuse/domestic violence but no real talk of it. Tech researches it, comfort, cuddles, the boys being absolute sweethearts, nothing else it's just fluff.

I couldn't figure out if I should write this platonic or not so you can see my internal battle when writing this. Most of them could be read either way, leaning twords romantic.

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Hunter

Initially, Hunter thought you were just sensitive to your surroundings (Which was mostly true). It's something that he could understand easily, something mutual that he could bond with you over.

For example: If there's a sudden loud noise and you both wince, he kind of makes eye contact with you and you exchange sheepish smiles. He didn't truly know the underlying cause of it, until he noticed the other things you flinched at. It wasn't at bright lights or things like he twitched at, it was people. He noticed that you tense at the sound of someone's footsteps, or if somebody would walk up behind you unannounced.

He didn't question you, respecting that you would tell him when you were comfortable. But you never did.

One day, you were both left alone by your barracks, just for a short amount of time. When there was a distinct sound of Wrecker dropping something loud, and a gruff "Sorry!" following not long after. You shared a look when you both scrunched up a bit at the loud noise. You smiled softly at him and were confused when you opened your eyes and were met with a pretty serious looking face. (Hunter can't truly hide emotions off of his face too well)

"I- uhm." He paused for a moment, contemplating weather to bring this up or not. "I'm not sure why you flinch?" Wow, great way to start this conversation. Hunter is very awkward, I'm here for it ig.

Your palms started to sweat a bit and it felt like you just met the drop part on a rollercoaster. You gave him an even more questioning look.

"I know I flinch from my uhm, you know, but... I'm not sure why you do?" This is not subtle, but yes, make it worse Hunter.

"Well- Well, what do you want to know?" You asked, somewhat surprised.

"What do you want to tell me?" He asked softly.

"My flinching, I guess, is caused from bad past experiences, just home life." You shrugged, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of your neck. You look up at him again to be met with a concerned and soft expression.

"I know it feels awkward right now, but I'm here for you, always, Cyar'ika. I would never hurt you, we would never hurt you, no matter what. You can feel safe with us, you are safe with us." You nod at this, and take a few steps toward him, closing the space. He was somewhat puzzled about what you were doing, until you began to reach out to him.

Your eyes turn a bit glassy as he wraps his arms around you in a deep, comforting hug. One that you haven't had in a long time. Your silent tears soak his shoulder, and he just stands there, rubbing your back, showing he's there.

Wrecker

The first time it happened, he was raising his hand into the air to grab something over your head. When he was reaching past your face, he noticed the slight twitch in your expression. He didn't think much of it, maybe you didn't expect him to reach for it, maybe you were just surprised.

The second time it happened, it was a less subtle flinch, and it hurt him a little bit more inside. He had been walking in from just accomplishing the latest mission, you could barely see him in your prereferral vision. He reached out to give you a high five as you turned your head, closed your eyes, scrunched your shoulders, and faced away from him as an immediate instinctual response.

Wrecker knows he is a big boy, he knows how intimidating he can be, and it's his worst fear for you to be afraid of him. He would never hurt you and he thought you knew that.

"Mesh'la?" He spoke softly, a drastic change from his usual booming voice. He knew something was obviously wrong and that a soft approach would work best. (Wrecker is an empath ngl)

At the sound of his voice your shoulders relaxed a bit and you started slowly turning your head back to him. "I-uhm, I'm sorry, this is kind of embarrassing." You try to laugh it off and move on, not wanting to keep this going any longer than it has to. But Wrecker wants to make sure you're okay, he thinks you might be afraid of him, did he do something wrong?

"Are you okay? You know I won't hurt you right?" He paused a bit nervously, whilst your heart dropped. "I know I'm tall an'-an' I have all these scars but-"

"Wrecker I'm not afraid of you." You sigh sadly, facing him fully and putting your hands on his cheeks.

"Then what is it?" He has those big, beautiful puppy dog eyes, pleading with you to tell him.

"That's something I don't know if I'm ready to talk about yet, but when I am, I will tell you. But don't ever think it's you, I feel safe when I'm with you, okay?"

"Alright, jus' tell me if anything's wrong alright? I'm here for ya"

That night you cuddled, and you told him, he was supportive and listened the entire time. He wiped your tears if you cried and made sure to validate all of your feelings. He made sure you knew he was always right here when you need him.

Tech

Tech liked to observe you quite a lot, not in a creepy way though. Like, sometimes he may notice when you look at something a little too long, now he knows what to get for your birthday. He also notices your behaviors, your nostrils fairing when you are about to cry, the smile you give when you're shy, the... random flinching you have when somebody gets too close?

Tech was very intrigued when he noticed the reoccurring twitches you would have when somebody's hand would fly by your face, or something would slam a little too loudly. He decided to do some research on it (duh)

He found a lot about Tourette Syndrome, tic disorders, and one-sided friendships. None of those things seemed to be the cause of this. So, he dug a bit deeper, coming across an article on the effects of being yelled at. This eventually lead him down a spiral of articles about domestic violence. When he found he finally had enough information, he waited for an opportunity to approach you about the situation.

One evening, you were sitting in the co-pilots seat, having a light conversation with Tech about Banthas. He lifted his arm to hit a button or two on your side. Of course, he could have asked you to do it, but he didn't want to bother you whilst you were talking. That's when he again notices your flinch.

" Cyar'ika, why do you flinch?" He asks bluntly.

"What do you mean?" You had at least thought you did okay at hiding them, apparently not.

"You flinch when things get close to your face, or at quick loud noises. Why does that happen to you?" He says, looking at you as he slightly leans toward you and adjusts his goggles.

"Well, it's just a habit I guess." You try to shrug it off. Tech almost, almost, rolls his eyes, but refrains. He sits quietly, implying that you continue.

You start to sweat a bit and your breathing quickens slightly; he senses this immediately and realizes this might not have been the best wat to go about it. His eyes soften and he sits up a bit.

"Don't worry darling, you do not have to tell me if you wouldn't like to. It was just my curiosity getting to me." He offers a small smile, trying to make sure you're comfortable.

You nod and calm down, "I would like to tell you Tech... I just don't truly know what to say." You frown and watch as his eyebrows form a crease. It made you want to shrink into the chair.

"I could help you find the words if you would like." He offered, confusing you. He sensed this and began to explain further, "I have gathered intel, I could share and see if there are experiences you resonate with." He says matter of fact, yet his eyes expressed how much he cared for you in this situation.

You gave a nod, and he began asking you, respectfully, if you could relate to situations. When he understood what you had gone through, he slowly put his hand on your shoulder (to not cause a flinch) and told you that you are safe, and that he cared for you.

Echo

You and Echo were lying in bed with your leg thrown around his hip facing each other. You weren't really saying anything, just enjoying each other's company while the others slept.

A few of your hairs had fallen into your face without you noticing it, Echo did. He gave a subtle smile and reached up to tuck it behind your ear. Before he could get to it, your eyes had shut, and you moved your head back. It took you a second to open your eyes, but when you did, they opened to a puzzled look on Echo's face.

"What's that about?" He asked.

"Just wasn't expecting it." You tried to play it off, but he could see right through you.

"Are you alright? What going on?" He questioned softly, moving his hand to rub your shoulder.

"It's just something that happens to me I guess, a result of my home life. Sorry, you shouldn't worry, I've been working on it." The furrow in his brow deepens.

"You don't have to apologize, Cyare, there's nothing to apologize for." He reassured you, and puts his hand back up, halfway to your face. "Is this alright?" You take a deep breath and nod, he puts the stray hair behind your ear and gives you a sweet smile. "You don't ever have to be afraid of me, Angel, I would never ever lay a hand on you like that." He looked at you earnestly.

An unknown tension in you released, "I love you, Echo."

"I love you too, Sweetheart, you're safe here."

Crosshair

Crosshair wouldn't know what to do about it at first, he's noticed you flinching around him on multiple occasions, but hasn't said anything.

He tells himself he doesn't take it to heart, but he does. He doesn't know why your doing that, he has no reason to believe it's him. Is what he trying to think. But in actuality, he's thinking the exact opposite.

As your relationship was building, he began to see how stupid he was being. But it happened again as he went in to kiss you for the first time. He was leaning on his arm placed against the wall for support as he trapped you between it and him. Your faces were so close to each other, yet every bit he leaned in further he could see the small twitches in your face and neck. Your mouth had just tilted up towards his as he pulled away, leaving his one hand where it was rested on your hip. You could see the heartbroken look on his face, and you felt extremely guilty.

"Do I scare you?" He asked solemnly, looking away from you.

You put your hands on his cheeks and pulled him back, so his eyes could meet yours again. "No." You replied breathily.

"Then why-" He was sharply cut off by you.

"You haven't met-" You stopped yourself, taking a deep breath. "It's not because of you, and it never will be." You replied, somewhat bluntly. Crosshairs eyes widened a bit, he felt guilty and selfish for thinking the way he had.

"Darling- I'm sorry- I didn't-"

"You don't have to apologize." You sighed, putting your hand on top of the one resting on your hip. "I should have told you sooner, and I will explain more when I'm ready." He nodded and took his place closer to you again. You grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him to your lips.

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Yes, I did cry while writing this. This was completely self-indulgent, based on my experiences. I also stayed up all night writing this so you should like re-blog it or something like that *Hint Hint*

If you need help here is the number for the domestic abuse hotline: 737-225-3150 Trust me, reaching out is better than saying nothing, no matter what, you deserve to feel safe. My asks are always open.

Master List : Requests are open!!

[opinated-user]

Why does Lily act like Laios is a like spawn of the devil or something? And I ask this as a person who would not call myself a fan of Dungeon Meshi. Like, it's a nice anime but that's it, I don't really feel strongly about it either way. But the way she talked about Laios confuses me. Like she makes him sound so awful and rude etc, as if Laios was a Draco Malfoy or something. But Laios is not like that? Like, I'm quite indifferent towards Laios as a character but the way Lily talks about Laios makes me think if we are even watching the same anime. And yeah, Laios' reaction seeing Farcille as a chimera is a bit weird, like he should be worried for his sister but dude loves monsters and sometimes our hyperfixations get the best of us and I saw it as a way of also showcasing that Laios would still love and accept his sister, not matter what form she would take.

i have a couple of reasons that i think are likely: 1. laois is a light skinned (no idea what ethnicity he is supposed to be) cis male character who, as one of the protagonists, receives attention in the narrative and LO by default thinks that is always a bad thing. see her constant whining about hunter in TOH for reference.

2. the kind of autism that laois represents is not the kind of autism that LO likes, which, indeed, is extremely ableist and just generally messed up. i think this is might also be an issue of LO herself being autistic and just missing the most subtle aspect of his writing because of it. he is not blatantly telling to the audience every thought and concern that he has, so LO just completely misses what he thinks or is concerned about. we all know that woman has a nack to miss the point. 3. adding to the first point, because he being an important part of the plot probably takes away from the cute women that LO absolutely does not have already a folder on NSFW fanart about.

[wild-karrde]

In Command - Part 21

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A/N: Well, would you look at that. I still know how to write I guess. Been a minute between bookcases and bouts of depression, but HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER!! As always, thank you to the absolutely wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me!

Chapter Rating: T

Warnings: implied sexual content

Word Count: 5.9k words

"We're about to have some uninvited Imperial guests," Organa announced, tension clearly throbbing in his temple despite his relatively calm demeanor. Senna noted him fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve, an uncharacteristic tell for the normally-composed politician. 

It must be serious then.

“You said we’d be safe here,” Rex gritted out, his hand resting protectively against Senna’s lower back. 

The senator opened his hands in supplication. “We will do everything we can to ensure that remains true, Captain. I’d remind you that having you here also puts me, my family, and everyone in this palace in danger as well.” He sighed, and Senna could feel the weight he was carrying in the breath he expelled, the lines around his eyes suddenly becoming more pronounced. 

“Do you know why they’re coming, Senator?” Senna asked gently.

Organa met her gaze. “We were planning to host trade negotiations with Corellia next week, and I had invited Senator Roon and their entourage for the discussions.” His fingers flexed nervously at his side. “It was meant to be routine, even pleasant since I’m friends with the senator they were sending. We’d made a lot of good progress in our prior discussions, so this was largely meant to be a final ironing out of details. This meeting was also intended to be the forum in which I briefed the senator on the information gleaned from your time on Lothal. Senator Inor Roon was hoping they would be able to take that information back to their colleagues to make some headway in pushback against the Empire. Unfortunately, it appears the senator’s recent inflammatory comments about the Emperor has cost them their position in government.” Senna could see a history reflected in Organa’s eyes, a guilt looming. 

He tried to warn Roon, tried to make them see. And now he’s wondering if he could have done more. Roon’s rhetoric has put him at risk as well.

“I was informed a few moments ago that an Imperial representative will be coming in their stead to participate in the negotiations, and due to scheduling conflicts, they are arriving tomorrow,” Organa continued. “Fortunately, I’ve met the admiral they’re sending several times, Makin is his name. A pleasant enough fellow.”

“Didn’t know Imperials could be pleasant,” Echo muttered under his breath. 

“We have a good working relationship,” Organa replied, shooting Echo a look. “As long as we don’t raise suspicion, I think there is no need for concern. Just extra caution.” 

“And Roon?” Hunter pressed. “If they were involved with your extracurriculars, we’re all in danger, Senator.” 

Organa nodded. “I’ve already reached out to Inor through private channels. Fortunately, their punishment hasn’t gone beyond their removal from government as of now.” He met Hunter’s gaze, his eyes flicking from clone to clone and Senna before finally coming to rest with Rex, as if he understood it was most important to reassure him. “We’ve worked to keep things as compartmentalized as possible within this network. And Inor understood the risk, both for themself and everyone else involved should they reveal anything. I would never have allowed them to be involved if I didn’t trust them in every way that matters. They had plenty of opinions, but I’m positive they wouldn’t be so reckless as to divulge anything that would incriminate others.” 

Something about the name of the Imperial, Makin, tugged at the back of Senna’s mind. She gripped Rex’s arm as it dawned on her suddenly. “Makin was one of the men on the Ilum panel at the conference on Lothal.” 

“You’re sure?” 

She raised an eyebrow at him, and Rex’s mouth drew into a thin, worried line. It was clear he could see what she was thinking, and it thrilled her to be known so intimately and annoyed her at the same time.

“Senna-”

She ignored the warning in Rex’s tone, turning instead to address Organa. “Senator, who all are you planning on including in the negotiations?”

Organa’s brow furrowed. “The queen of course, and a few members of my staff that worked on writing the agreement along with a few advisors, experts in their area. Why?” 

“I’d like to attend in disguise.” 

“Senna,” Rex grunted, making no effort to hide his annoyance.

“I won’t say anything. You can pretend I’m just some sort of aide or something,” she argued, her eyes flicking to the captain before returning to Organa. “I just want to be there in case there’s any pieces of information that would be useful.” 

“We’ll have notes taken,” the senior aide standing next to the senator offered. 

Senna shot him a withering glare. “With all due respect, sometimes things get lost in notes. I’d rather listen in person. There are very specific pieces of information that may seem unimportant in the moment, but may prove to be significant pieces of the puzzle in the correct context.” 

The senator considered it for a moment. “Well, if it’s just you-”

“If she goes, I go too,” Rex stated firmly. 

Senna briefly considered arguing with him, but could see it would do no good. And some sort of concession felt appropriate since Rex hadn’t dragged her out of the room for a quarrel about her impulsiveness.

The guard to Organa’s left spoke up. Senna noticed the captain’s insignia pinned onto his uniform with the name Antilles inscribed in the metal. 

“We cannot possibly hide you all in the palace. While the negotiations should be limited to a certain area, the Imperials tend to be… probing.”

“They often ask to be shown around under the pretense of wanting a tour,” Organa clarified. “We’ve kept the Empire from occupying Alderaan largely because we’ve always been amenable and cooperative. But that means we need to move you and your ship elsewhere.” 

“The Imperial delegation will arrive tomorrow evening. We plan to evacuate you all tonight to a set of caverns in the mountains. You’ll have to stay on your ship, but it will keep you out of harm's way until the Imperials leave.” 

“Let Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker take the ship,” Senna pressed. “They stand out far more than Rex and I do. I think our time on Lothal proved that.”

“But if you’re recognized-”

“I can dress as a guard,” Rex replied, and Senna felt relief flood through her. “The helmets do a good job at hiding faces. I won’t be recognized. And I’m sure we can find a way to disguise Senna.”

I’m positive he’ll have plenty of objections when it’s just the two of us, but at least he’s backing me now.

“Corellia is a hub for manufacturing,” Senna continued. “If Makin is involved, I have to believe it’s in relation to the super weapon we’ve been trying to find more information about.”

Organa regarded her. “What if he doesn’t reveal anything helpful?”

“Then at least we tried,” Senna countered. “And that’s better than risking not having the right people in the room.” She did her best to soften her tone and expression, her eyes flicking back and forth between Organa and Captain Antilles. “Please. I think this is worth the risk.” 

The senator and his guard exchanged a look, and Senna could see some sort of unspoken conversation happening between the two of them. And the guard was losing. 

“Very well,” Organa stated after a few moments. “Clone Force 99, Captain Antilles will escort you down to the hangar for your departure. You’ll be sent with a guide to direct you to the location and back. Captain Rex, please go with them so you may be outfitted. Master Aven, if you’ll go with my aide, he’ll see that you’re appropriately briefed and outfitted as well.” He rubbed his thumbs over his knuckles at his sides, his hands clenched into nervous fists. “We will reconvene in the morning prior to the delegation’s arrival. I’d still like to get the both of you debriefed sooner rather than later.” With that, he turned on his heel and walked off with the remainder of his staff in tow. 

Captain Antilles turned and stalked off wordlessly. 

“Guess he expects us to follow,” Wrecker grunted. 

Echo gripped Senna’s arm. “Be careful.”

“Aren’t I always?”

He huffed a laugh. “I think someone would beg to differ.” His eyes drifted over her shoulder, and she could feel Rex’s gaze practically boring into the back of her neck. Echo released her, giving her a grim smile before taking off after his squad. Senna turned to face Rex, but he brushed by her. 

“Rex, I-”

“I have to go,” he interrupted her. “But we’re going to talk about this later.” 

“Yeah, I figured,” she muttered as he turned and trotted after his brothers. 

—

A few hours later, Rex stepped through the door of the room he was sharing with Senna, hauling a palace guard uniform, weapon, and helmet with him. He’d endured more than enough lecturing from Antilles on what was protocol, sticking around just long enough to see Echo and the others off before escaping any additional thoughts the captain had. 

He didn’t blame Captain Antilles of course; he wasn’t exactly onboard with this idea either. Senna was right, there was a potential chance to gain additional information tied to the superweapon that they’d been chasing, but that also presented yet another opportunity for them to be put in danger. And while he’d never admit it, Rex had hoped to stay out of the thick of it for a little while, especially after only one night of decent rest with Senna. 

But she’d had a good point. It was a rare and promising opportunity, one that he felt duty-bound to take advantage of. He knew he’d been short with her, and if he was honest, his frustration didn’t lie with her, at least not entirely. She was driven and determined and relentless, which were all things he loved about her. But just this once, he wished that the Empire would let them catch a break. Or that she would. 

Senna was standing at the window when he came in, her arms wrapped around herself with her back to him. He noted the dark blue robes that were flung over a chair in the corner. Her disguise, he assumed. At the sound of the door, she turned and caught his eye, and he could see that she was bracing for an argument. But something about the sight of her took all of the fight right out of him. 

“I’m sorry,” he broached, tossing the guard uniform on the same chair. The helmet clattered to the floor, and he bent to retrieve it, resting it more gently on the cushion. 

His words seemed to relax her a bit, her teeth digging into her lower lip. “I’m sorry too. I should have spoken with you first, privately, before signing us both up for another thing to do.” 

He huffed a laugh. “No, I think you took the perfect opportunity. I’m not sure Organa would have agreed if you’d waited longer. He was a bit shaken and needed a win. You offered him one. Maybe.” 

“Maybe,” she agreed, raising one shoulder in a half-shrug. “Rex, I just… I-”

“I know,” he said quietly. “I know, Senna. I understand what you’re hunting. I know what it means.” 

“What we’re hunting.” She was watching him carefully. 

Rex’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. “What we’re hunting,” he agreed. 

They stood looking at one another for half a beat before the moment seemed to pass, Senna turning back to the window. 

“Did you eat?” she asked quietly. 

Relieved that the possibility of conflict had seemingly dissipated, Rex crossed the room, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, inhaling deeply into her hair, which hung in loose, free waves down her back. The city stretched out beneath them, glowing softly in the moonless night.

“Grabbed a quick bite before coming back. You?”

Senna’s hands wrapped around his forearms, and she leaned back into him, her head resting on his shoulder. “Snuck a sandwich out of the kitchens after I got my wardrobe for tomorrow.”

“What part will you be playing?” he teased. 

“The role of one of the queen’s handmaidens,” Senna replied. “Got a large hooded cloak that should hide my face pretty easily. I’m to stand at the back wall and do ‘nothing noticeable’, is how the aide put it.” 

Rex pressed a kiss to her shoulder, muffling the chuckle that escaped him. “I’m sure you loved that.” 

“If that’s what it takes for me to be in that room, then I’ll do just that,” she muttered. “And I take it you’ll be standing in as security?”

“I will,” he confirmed. “Although I’ve got to say the uniforms are wildly impractical.” 

“They’re not your armor,” she said quietly. There was something strange in the tone of her voice, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was. 

“Sen? Something wrong?” 

He studied her profile, but she kept her gaze focused forward, as if searching for the words outside the window. Finally, she inhaled hesitantly. 

“We… we didn’t meet during the war, did we?”

Rex thought for a moment, running through every memory he had with Anakin and Ahsoka, searching for some flash of Senna and finding none. “No. I don’t remember us ever meeting, and I’m certain I would have,” he added, trying to joke her out of her funk, but her teeth dug further into her lip, and he could see the answer didn’t seem to be the right one. Slowly, he turned her to face him, slipping his fingers under her chin to raise her blue eyes to meet his. 

“What is it?”

Her brows knitted together, and he could see she was struggling with how to phrase it. He didn’t rush her, letting her work through it despite the fact that his pulse seemed to quicken with every passing second of silence. Finally, she spoke.

“I… I’ve been having dreams. Had them before we met too. Of you.”

Rex’s blood was rushing in his ears. “Of me? Why didn’t you say something?”

“I didn’t know it was you at first.” Her words were tumbling out of her quickly now. “You always were in your armor with your helmet on, and you never said much, and through the vocoder, it was hard to recognize your voice. I didn’t realize who it was until-”

It clicked. 

The odd look on her face as she’d held his helmet. It was a shock, a realization, a discovery. 

“Until you saw my armor on the Marauder.” 

She shivered slightly. “Yes.” 

Rex rested his hands on her shoulders, trying to hide his uncertainty and concern. 

“What do you think that means?”

Senna scrubbed her hands over her face. “I have no idea. I know that’s not comforting, but I really have nothing.”

Rex pulled her into his chest, and he felt her relax slightly. 

“Could be nothing,” he noted, not believing that was true for a second. “But sometimes Jedi have premonitions.” Ahsoka had experienced something similar during the war, and he remembered how much it had alarmed her. But she’d been a teenager. Senna was a fully-fledged Jedi Master, and to see her this shaken made him certain it wasn’t the same. 

“Rex, it can’t be a premonition,” she said slowly. “It’s already happened. And you weren’t there.”

He met her eyes. “Order 66?”

She buried her face in his shirt, muffling her response slightly. “Yes.” 

Rex let out a long, low exhale. 

Creates more questions than it answers.

“Did… did you ever have any dreams or visions like that before?” he asked. 

“Never.” 

He nodded. “Alright.” 

“Alright?” she asked, glancing up at him again.

He smiled. “It’s like you said, it’s already passed. It can’t happen again.” Rex desperately hoped that sounded reassuring. He placed a kiss to her forehead, and he felt her let out a quiet breath. “I know it bothers you to not have the answers to everything,” he said against her skin. “But sometimes you’re not meant to.” 

“It doesn’t strike you as odd?”

Rex grinned. “Everything about the Jedi strikes me as odd, but I’ve learned to live with it.” 

“I’m being serious, Rex.”

“And so am I.” He took her hands between his, kissing her knuckles as he carefully formed his response. “Look, there’s plenty for us both to be worried about. This isn’t remotely near the top of my list, and I don’t think it should be at the top of yours either.” He pushed some hair out of her face before cradling her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek. “All that’s done now. Let’s just look forward to the future. Together. If the dreams keep happening, we can talk through them, but maybe some part of your brain knew something the rest of you didn’t yet.” 

Senna hummed, smiling before resting her forehead against his and wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“You’re probably right,” she conceded.

“Say that again,” he joked, and she pinched his stomach through his shirt in response. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her playfully and twirling her in a circle, her toes dragging against the carpet as she giggled. He set her down, kissing her deeply, and she hummed against his lips. 

“We should get some sleep,” she murmured, her hands sliding under his shirt.

“If you insist.”

—

Rex didn’t sleep much. 

Long after Senna’s breathing had evened out to soft snores, he lay awake, thinking of her dreams and what they could mean. It was strange for him to think that even when they’d been butting heads over her mess and her methods, that she’d been dreaming of him without even knowing it. She’d disclosed a little bit more of the details before nodding off, including the fact that he’d always been trying to save her in the dreams, that they’d always been trying to escape together. Part of him knew it was perhaps silly and useless to try to assign meaning to it, but that didn’t stop his brain from trying. 

Another part of him felt a strange sort of guilt. He hadn’t been there to stop that moment from happening, to keep Senna from harm. Deep down, he knew that was for the best. His chip had activated, and it was an immense amount of luck and his close personal relationship with Ahsoka that had saved the two of them. 

If I had been on Kashyyyk with Senna, at least one of us would be dead. Maybe both if she and I had gone toe-to-toe.

No amount of reasoning seemed to be able to calm his mind. He’d had plenty of recurring dreams himself, but none that involved people he had yet to meet. 

Anakin and Kenobi always joked that the Force works in mysterious ways. Perhaps it’s true.

At some point, he must have drifted off, one arm wrapped around Senna, who was snuggled into his side, sleeping with her cheek resting on his chest. He awoke to soft kisses along his jawline and his name being whispered softly in his ear. His eyes fluttered open to find Senna watching him, her hair wild from sleep. She smiled, and he melted. 

“Morning,” she murmured. 

He cradled the back of her head, letting his fingers thread through her brunette tangles to pull her in for a kiss. She hummed against his mouth, and he rolled her under him, relishing in how her body felt pressed against his. He moved to her jawline, and then her throat, and she arched into him, letting out a little gasp that made his blood thrum in his veins. 

“Careful,” she sighed. “Organa said he wanted us to brief him in half an hour.” 

“I only need ten minutes,” he grunted, but she giggled, pushing against his chest half-heartedly. 

“Yes, well I would want more than ten minutes,” she huffed. 

“Greedy.”

“Maybe,” she conceded with a wicked grin, “but I don’t hear you complaining.” 

Rex relented slightly, but hovered over her, taking her all in. She flushed under his gaze, ducking her head slightly. 

“What?”

He huffed a laugh, playing absently with her hair. “It’s just the first time I’ve woken up in a bed with you still in it.” Her smile faded slightly, shifting to embarrassment, but he cradled her face. “I think I could get used to this.” 

Her lips quirked back up at the corners, and a warmth settled into his chest. 

“Good,” was all she replied. 

—

The remainder of the morning and afternoon seemed to fly by, and with every passing hour, Rex felt a shift within himself, the soldier settling back into place. 

He and Senna were debriefed by Organa, a few aides, and Captain Antilles. Every word they uttered was recorded (and encrypted, he was assured), and every statement was questioned and analyzed down to the cellular level. No stone was left unturned, and at the end of it, he could tell that the senator was left more unsettled with even more questions. Still, he remained reassuring. 

“This is excellent information. You both have done a great service to us.”

Rex couldn’t be certain, but it felt like perhaps hearing the information in its entirety had changed something for Organa. 

Maybe he wasn’t the one tossing the information aside. Maybe he’ll press harder now. 

Maybe this won’t all have been for nothing.

He wanted that to be true. For Senna’s sake. 

“What happens now?” Senna asked. 

“We pass it along to our other network members. See who can add more details or if anyone has heard anything along the same lines.”

“And if they have?” she pressed. Rex could see what she was hoping for, and he also knew she wasn’t going to get it here. This part, at least, made sense to him. 

Military operations take time and patience, even moreso when they’re being conducted covertly. 

And patience isn’t something she has much of.

As if the senator could read his thoughts, he replied “We must be patient, Master Aven. Even if your information is verified and we are able to glean more details, we won’t be able to act immediately. We must choose our moment carefully.” 

Senna did little to hide her frustration. “And while we are patient, worlds like Lothal and Ilum and who knows where else will be plundered and rendered unlivable. All so you can choose a diplomatic solution.” 

It was strange to see her like this, particularly after their conversation on Lothal. Rex had thought then that Senna would endure whatever frustrations to support the rebellion, but maybe something had also changed within her as well. 

She might finally be seeing the cracks. That if she’s going to stick with this, it’s going to come with a lot of disappointment and very few victories. At least for now. 

She has to come to terms with that. Or else this will be the end of her. 

“We must work within our means, Senna,” Organa replied gently. 

Rex could appreciate where the senator was coming from, but he could see it did little to placate his partner. 

“And if we could find more information?” she asked, still pushing.

Organa was clearly trying to find some wording that would satisfy her. Captain Antilles, however, was uninterested in coddling her emotions. 

“It would be reckless to make a move without careful planning, Master Aven,” he said tersely. “While you may be willing to throw your life into the balance, it’s not just your life at risk. This network is vast, and while you may not know or understand all of the pieces in play, I can assure you it would take a single wrong move to dismantle it all.” 

She glared at him, but he didn’t flinch. 

Organa stood, signaling the end of the meeting. Senna’s jaw was set defiantly.  

“We thank you for the information you’ve provided,” Organa tried again, and Rex could see he was genuinely grateful and trying to offer some solace. And genuinely worried. “We will keep you informed as much as we can.” 

He turned to address one of his aides, and Rex took that as a dismissal. Senna did as well, falling into step behind him, but not before she shot Antilles another scowl. If the captain noticed, he didn’t react. 

They walked through the corridors in silence. Rex was content to let Senna stalk off whatever anger she was clearly still feeling, knowing she’d eventually engage him. He didn’t have to wait long.

“How can they just be content to sit by while the Empire burns through planet after planet, clearly building something they consider a game changer?” she exploded, waving her arms as she continued walking, passing Rex with long, energetic strides.

Rex chose his words carefully as he slowed behind her, knowing one misstep would redirect all her ire at him. “They’re being abundantly cautious, which isn’t a bad thing with the number of spies the Empire has deployed.” 

Senna skidded to a halt, rounding on him. “You agree with them? I thought you were the skeptical one when it comes to this.” 

It felt accusatory, but Rex kept his tone even. “Sen, I am still critical of how things operate here, but in this instance, I understand where they’re coming from.” 

“They’re just keeping their own skins safe while everyone else deals with being under the Empire’s heel.” 

“I think that’s a step too far, and you know it,” he countered. 

She scoffed, turning away, but he gripped her shoulders, turning her back to face him. He dipped his head, searching for her eyes, and finally, she glared up at him through her eyebrows, her blue irises blazing. He gave her a sad smile. 

“One thing you’re going to have to come to terms with, especially if you’re going to continue in this line of work, is that you can’t save everyone, Senna.” She tried to huff some hair out of her face unsuccessfully. Rex reached up, brushing the strands behind her ear before slipping his fingers under her chin. “Sometimes, impossible decisions have to be made, and that comes with a cost. They’re being cautious because of how much is at stake. You’re right. The superweapon does feel like something that could shift everything. But that makes the next steps they take all the more important. If we aren’t careful, we get caught, and then it all comes crashing down. And then who will help those people? Who will stop the Empire from getting the upper hand?” 

Senna let out a long exhale between pursed lips before leaning forward, gently tapping her forehead against his chest. 

“You’re right. I know that.”

“Twice in a rotation. That must be a record,” he joked. 

She glanced up at him. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t think we shouldn’t keep pressing the issue. Carefully.”

“I wouldn’t stand in your way,” he agreed. 

The corner of her lip tugged into a smirk.

“Alright. Now let’s go get dressed.” 

—

The helmet of the Alderaan royal guard was much more awkward and heavy than Rex was used to, but it was meant to be more decorative and intimidating than practical. Still, the strap was uncomfortable under his chin, and the uniform itself felt stiff and awkward as he stood at his post inside the conference room. Antilles had positioned him mostly in shadow, using the darkness to obscure whatever of his features the large helmet and visor didn’t cover completely. His palms were sweaty despite being ungloved, and he kept wiping them subtly on his light blue pants. 

This whole getup is ridiculous. Especially the cape. 

He readjusted the grip on his electrostaff again, trying to make sure he was holding it the same way as the other guards. His other hand drifted to check his holster for the standard-issue blaster he’d been given, then slipped under his cloak to check the placement of the vibroblade he’d slid into his belt. That hadn’t been standard issue, but Rex liked to be prepared for all outcomes. 

In theory, it wasn’t difficult to just stand there and blend into the surroundings, but standing still and just watching wasn’t something Rex excelled at. Cody and Fox had the patience for these sorts of things, but not him. 

At least Senna gets to stand a little closer, he thought. I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to hear from here.

“The Imperial delegation has arrived,” Antilles buzzed in the comm in his ear, startling him slightly. “The senator and the queen are greeting them now, but we’ll be heading to the conference room momentarily.” 

Here we go.

Rex counted the seconds silently as the minutes ticked by until one of the side doors hissed open. A gaggle of aides and handmaidens trickled in, taking seats at the table and along the back wall on one side of the room. Rex picked Senna out of the bunch, the hood of her dark blue cloak pulled low to obscure most of her face. Even though her appearance was hidden, everything about her was recognizable to him, from her gait to the way she clasped her hands in front of her. He had to bite back a smile at the realization. 

I really am in deep. 

Senna glided along the floor, taking up her position along the wall behind one end of the table, spaced equally distant between her counterparts. Rex guessed the seat at that end was reserved for the queen. His suspicion was confirmed a few moments later as the delegations came walking in through the main archway. Breha and Bail led the way flanked by aides and guards, followed by a small army in Imperial grey and a handful of stormtroopers.

That feels like more people than necessary for a trade negotiation, Rex thought sourly. But Imperials do love to overcompensate. 

The wall of grey filed into the seats in front of Rex, their backs to him as they sat down, not a single one sparing him a glance. He was fine with that. The stormtroopers flanked the archway, three on each side, standing at attention. Breha Organa sat at the end of the table that the handmaidens shadowed with the senator at her right. An imperial with a massive bald head and a solid blue, six-pip insignia plaque on his breast sat at her left, pulling a handkerchief from a pocket to mop at his sweaty, reddened face as he laughed at something Bail said uproariously. 

That’ll be the admiral then. 

Rex could see why Organa found Makin easy to get along with. The man did seem jovial and good-natured, but the moment chairs stopped scraping against tile and everyone seemed to settle, he got down to business. 

“So, your Highness, Senator, thank you for accommodating our early arrival. I know it couldn’t have been easy with both of your busy schedules.” 

Bail and Breha nodded and smiled graciously. Makin continued. 

“I’d like to go over a few of the points that are in the draft trade agreement.” 

“Is there an issue?” the senator asked, with one eyebrow raising slightly. “We’d spent a large amount of time coming to compromises with Senator Roon, and I anticipated this being a mostly social endeavor if I’m honest.” 

Rex could no longer see Makin’s face, but he did heave a deep sigh as the queen kept a measured, unwavering smile on her face. Her eyes however, were boring into the admiral. The Imperial didn’t seem to feel the heat of her gaze. 

“Yes of course. It’s just that since Senator Roon’s departure, there’s been a desire to better align this agreement with some newer Imperial interests. You understand of course.”

‘Departure’ is one way of putting it, Rex thought.

The senator’s smile flickered for only a second before he pulled his expression into something that mirrored his wife’s. 

“Of course.” 

Rex tried to keep up the negotiations that followed, but after a while, as he had suspected, he found himself struggling to hear some of the points being made, so he instead kept himself busy with trying to catalog the personnel in attendance in the Imperial delegation. He was certain Senna was mentally capturing all of the pertinent details from where she stood anyway. She was as still as a statue, but he could tell she was listening hard and remembering every word. 

She’s got this.

His eyes drifted down the table. Organa had only brought a handful of aides with him, but Makin had brought a dozen other Imperial officers. He guessed the man sitting just to the admiral’s left was some sort of personal aide, tapping away at his data pad frantically and occasionally filling in a piece of information when the admiral addressed him. 

Likely a more junior officer. 

He hadn’t caught a glimpse of any of the other insignia plaques, but he assumed the aide would be an ensign, maybe a lieutenant. There had been some shuffling and mutters during the seating, and he guessed the next few were newly promoted officers, scrabbling to earn the favor of their commanding officer. 

Commanders of one flavor or another, I’d wager.

There were a few officers that were more laid back, clearly having worked under Makin for a while. They understood when to interject, never too aggressive in inserting themselves, but scoffing quietly at their more eager counterparts.

One or two of them have probably been passed over for promotion. 

However, one officer at the opposite end of the table stood out to Rex. He couldn’t see the man’s face, but he was slumped in his chair slightly, not nearly as engaged as the rest of his delegation. Instead, he carried an air of hostility, as if the entire negotiation was beneath him. There was something familiar about him that Rex couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he guessed his placement at the table was probably preferred and strategic. 

Makin wants him involved, but certainly doesn’t want him to be noticed. Not with that attitude. 

“...but we were to be the primary source of that mining,” Senator Organa was arguing, his tone slightly more combative, drawing Rex’s attention. “We’d planned to ramp up production and create a jobs program that brought people in from smaller towns and villages, providing them with housing and training. This was to be a massive economic boon for us, Admiral. And now you’re asking us to scrap all of that work?” 

“Senator, I understand your frustrations, but the new veins of Cubirian discovered on Lothal are much easier to access, and quite frankly, much cheaper for the Empire to procure. The fact that we’re still offering to keep you on as a provider of this particular metal rather than going exclusively with the cheaper option is a goodwill offering.” 

The queen’s nostrils flared, but she remained silent, deferring to her husband with a sideways glance and nearly imperceptible nod. A vein in the senator’s temple was growing more pronounced, but he kept his voice even as he pressed. “And is Lothal even prepared to begin mining and refining? From everything I understand, they do not have the infrastructure in place. That could have significant impacts to any schedule you’re pursuing.” 

Makin leaned forward, glancing down at the opposite end of the table to address the slumped Imperial sitting there. The man must have felt Makin’s gaze on him, turning his face so that Rex finally could make out his features. His hazel eyes were disinterested and filled with disdain as he met his superior’s stare. 

Rex’s blood ran cold as he finally recognized the man. 

The admiral’s smile was tight as he addressed his petulant subordinate. 

“Captain Fisk, would you care to elaborate on the status of Lothal’s mining and refinery construction?”

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