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How Sebastian Stan became Donald Trump in The Apprentice

With an uncanny performance as a young Donald Trump in The Apprentice and an even less recognisable turn in A Different Man, the shapeshifting actor is embracing his freaky side

By Ben Allen Photography by Daniel Jack Lyons

Coat by Loewe. Boots by Dolce & Gabbana.Necklace by Cartier.Daniel Jack Lyons

When Sebastian Stan was growing up in Romania in the 1980s, he began to learn English through passive immersion. His mother, a concert pianist, would regularly play English music and language lessons on the family record player while they were going about their day. “I’d be playing with toys and I’d hear, like, ‘frog’ and ‘dog’, or whatever,” Stan says. It meant that by the time the actor moved to Vienna at age eight, where he attended an American international school – and later, when he moved to New York at 12 – he had a decent jumping-off point. “I’m a big believer in putting yourself in a situation where, subconsciously, there’s work being done.”

In the past two years, Stan has put that method to use in a very different way. As he entered preproduction to play Donald Trump in Ali Abbasi’s The Apprentice – which charts the former President and current Republican candidate’s early rise through the New York property scene – he started spending his waking hours with tapes of the young Trump playing in his ears. He brushed his teeth with Trump, he went grocery shopping with Trump, he spoke to friends with one earphone in, Trump still nattering away in his ear. “I slept with him, by the way,” Stan says, well aware of how strange that sounds. “It just sort of ends up taking over your life.” He’s sitting somewhere in Los Angeles at lunchtime, speaking to me over Zoom, with the afternoon sun reflecting off his chlorine-blue eyes.

Jacket and shirt by Gabriela Hearst. Hat by Gladys Tamez. Ring by Cartier.

The Apprentice, which Stan first signed up for in 2022, explores the question, ‘How did Trump get like this?’ (The answer, it posits, has a lot to do with Roy Cohn, a lawyer and prosecutor who had risen to prominence in the 1950s as Senator Joseph McCarthy’s attack dog in the communist witch-hunts.) The film is the latest in a string of freaky, transformation-heavy roles that have run parallel alongside Stan’s very mainstream 13-year-and-counting stint as Captain America’s pal Bucky Barnes in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, which has made him a globally recognised action star. The Apprentice lands this month in the UK, two weeks after A Different Man, an A24 production in which Stan plays an aspiring actor with neurofibromatosis, a genetic condition that has caused the growth of non-cancerous tumours on his face. They’re not your typical actor-in-between-superhero-outings roles – and the fact that Stan is spending so much time in the make-up chair outside of the blockbusters is indicative of a desire to get truly lost in his work.

I started to think a lot about the American dream. What is it? Is it a ghost you keep chasing?

Preparing to play Trump, he says, was like any other time he has portrayed a real-life person – take, say, Tonya Harding’s ex-husband, Jeff Gillooly, in I, Tonya, or Tommy Lee in Pam & Tommy. But this time around it came with an added layer of stress. “There’d be nights when my anxiety levels would be through the roof, because I’d be like, Why did I say yes to this?” he says with a laugh.

But Stan thrives when he leans into fear. He had been terrified of I, Tonya, and even more terrified of Pam & Tommy – which, in its exploration of the couple’s romance and sex tape, involved a scene where Lee converses with a silicone puppet of his penis. (The latter earned him Golden Globe and Emmy nominations.) Trump was a different beast. “I thought, I don’t know if this is doable. I don’t know if I have it in me,” he says. “But it’s not not gonna happen because I’m scared of it.”

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Jacket and shirt by Gabriela Hearst. Hat by Gladys Tamez. Daniel Jack Lyons

When his mother told him he was going to be leaving Vienna for the United States at 12 years old, Stan felt like the floor had fallen from beneath him. “It was like you were telling me that my life was over,” he says. His mother was a single parent and had met an American man and fallen in love; he wanted to bring them both to live with him in New York. Stan remembers crying in the shower in the days leading up to the move. After departing Romania a few years before, he had worked hard to forge new friendships. Now, he’d have to rebuild from the bottom up again. “That did feed me resilience, because it did allow me to get better at restarting and restarting,” he says. “It fed a lot of who I am.”

Upon arriving in America, he started working on his impersonation of an American teenager. “I was so traumatised by being different,” he says. He refused to speak Romanian, even at home. He didn’t tell anyone he was from a foreign country. “I wanted to change my name to Christopher,” he says. “I wanted to be as normal in America as anybody else.” Having already set the ball rolling with his passive English lessons as a child, he was able to adopt a seamless New York accent, leaving little to betray his otherness. He tried out every personality marker available to him at school, to figure out which one fitted: debate team, forensics, every sport he could muster, and drama, eventually gravitating towards the latter. “I became popular in high school through acting,” he says. “I went on dates. I found my path.”

Still, this otherness was a part of Stan, as much as he initially tried to suppress it. As he came to appreciate life in America – in a middle-class household, with a good education – he began to reappraise his background, and felt a sense of gratitude to his stepfather for bringing them over, and for the drive it seeded within him. “This idea that you’ve been so lucky to have been selected to get this opportunity,” he says. “I was able to seize it and work with it, but on the other hand it’s a never-ending burden because you go, ‘You better not blow it!’” He remembers taking a walk through the city on their arrival, gawping up at the skyscrapers, when his mother impressed upon him that very sentiment: “You see these buildings? This is where you have a chance to become something.” He thought about this conversation quite a lot while he was playing Trump, probably because it feels like a scene ripped right out of a more varnished biography of the former President. “I started to think a lot about the American dream, and sort of like, what is it?” he says. “Is it a ghost you keep chasing?”

That was a way of me understanding that you're just out there, like target practice.

When Stan was doing theatre in high school, he loved getting a chance to transform and become a different person entirely. “You’re 14, 15, and you’re playing parts where you have to be, like, 35 years older than you are, and you have to change your appearance, you have to change everything, and you have to walk a certain way,” he says. “That shit was fun.” He would find himself craving those meatier transformations later, after landing a run of roles in Hollywood playing traditionally hot villains and heroes in Gossip Girl and in the Captain America movies. “Watching Christian Bale do The Fighter and watching him do Batman and Vice and The Machinist… He was a guy that, to me, could have made very conventional choices because he’s very good at any of it. But then he’s trying these things.”

Opportunities like this aren’t necessarily afforded to nascent actors. In a weird way, you kind of have to wait for your face to become recognisable before you’re allowed to start messing with it. The first real taste Stan got of this was in 2017 – after he had been solidly established as a Marvel hero – in the Margot Robbie-led, Oscar-winning I, Tonya, which told the story of the assault on figure skater Nancy Kerrigan, orchestrated by her Olympic rival Tonya Harding’s camp. For Harding’s ex-husband – who sets the assault in motion – they were looking for someone very different to Stan. The real Gillooly is slight and short, with narrow features. Stan felt his teen-drama looks would work against him in the audition process. “I’m like, ‘I’m gonna walk into that room and they’re gonna see the taller guy, The CW [the young-people-melodrama US TV network that first aired Gossip Girl] guy.’ I felt like I was going to be immediately judged.”

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I, Tonya director Craig Gillespie saw in Stan a capacity to become Gillooly. “I was familiar with Captain America: Civil War and his work there, and I couldn’t quite picture it [at first],” Gillespie tells me. “But he actually turned up [to the audition] in the turtleneck and the moustache, almost in character. And the transformation, and his instincts tonally and comedically… He was actually improvising things in the scene that worked incredibly well.”

Gillespie was impressed not just by how Stan had remoulded himself in the shape of someone else, but by his ability to tap into the character’s humanity, too. “It has to be emotionally resonant,” he says. “You have to be able to connect to the characters… He completely commits, which is an incredibly scary proposition for an actor.” Still, Stan was filled with anxiety heading into I, Tonya. “The amount of fear I had was almost traumatising,” he says. But then he did it. “I worked so hard for that movie, and it worked.”

A DIFFERENT MAN takes things up another notch. The film was written and directed by Aaron Schimberg, a rising indie director whose work has explored how disability has impacted his life (Schimberg was born with a cleft lip and palate). In it, a prosthetics-heavy Stan plays Edward, an actor whose biggest break to date is a small role in a corporate training video about how to treat employees with facial differences in the workplace. Edward’s spirit has been crushed by the world around him, weathered by the relentless gawping of strangers and rejection. Then, he takes part in a clinical trial for a new drug that could remove the tumours from his face. It works. Edward fakes his death and adopts a new identity, looking just like regular old Sebastian Stan. But when Edward’s kind neighbour – played by The Worst Person in the World’s Renate Reinsve – stages a play about him, he finds himself in competition with Oswald (played by Adam Pearson, a British actor with neurofibromatosis) for the part. It is, to put it mildly, a confronting drama, excavating both society’s unwillingness to treat people with disabilities fairly and the fallacy of our terminal dissatisfaction with our looks.

Coat by McQueen. Shirt by Louis Vuitton. Trousers by Louis Vuitton. Tie by Dolce & Gabbana. Boots by Versace. Daniel Jack Lyons

Though the film treads across the noir and comic horror genres, and at points tips into the absurd, it feels most like a parable. “It’s another version of the American dream, right?” Stan says. “Don’t wish for the things you want; you don’t know what’s going to happen.”

During the shoot, Stan often had long stretches between having his facial prosthetics applied and his call time (the film’s make-up designer, Michael Marino, was simultaneously working on The Marvelous Mrs Maisel, and would sometimes have to squeeze Stan into make-up in the early hours before running to that job). So Stan would walk around New York, including parts of his own neighbourhood, wearing hyperrealistic prosthetics, getting just a little taste of what his life would be like if he had been dealt a different hand. At one point, he went to his local coffee shop, where a barista he has known for years was working the counter. “She was so busy handling stuff, and suddenly she turned and she didn’t expect to see me,” he says, “and I could see the shock going immediately into overcompensation.” Pearson told him that those are the reactions that he is most often confronted with as a person with a disability: shock verging on repulsion, and guilty, over-the-top kindness.

Schimberg helped Stan to draw a neat line between Edward’s life and his own experience of fame. The one thing they had in common is how they’re observed in public spaces. “He said, ‘You have to think about what it’s like to be recognised. And the sense that you’re fair game out there.’ That I could understand,” Stan says. “I’ll go to lunch with my mom and somebody will be filming me the entire time, pretending they’re not. Or I’ll see somebody look at me strangely and then they’ll whisper to their friends. Or I’ve had someone come and tap me and run away. The invasiveness of that… And I can’t do anything but just receive it.”

Stan is quick to clarify that his experience as a famous person is not really comparable, that it comes with all sorts of upsides. But this point of similarity helped him to fully embody the character. “That was a way of me understanding this thing – that you’re just out there, like target practice.”

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Production on The Apprentice was hazardously stop-start. Several times over, Stan began his Trump immersion routine – which also involved pounding Coca-Colas and peanut butter and jam sandwiches, among other things, to put on some very un-superhero bulk – only to find out that production had been suspended. At one point, the project came so close to overlapping with his next Marvel outing, next May’s Thunderbolts, that he had to start shredding instead – only for Thunderbolts to be postponed because of the WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes. Straight back to the PB&Js. All that work wasted. “I’m fuckin’ 41; I just worked pretty hard to get in shape here!” he says.

Stan’s Trump is admirably nuanced, particularly for a person who has been so widely imitated – on SNL, on late-night talk shows, every second of every day by comedians trying to make a name for themselves on TikTok – as to be reduced to a caricature in the public consciousness. Initially, it feels quite removed, but then you spot the shape his mouth curves into while enunciating words like “deal” and “loser”, a subtle pursing of the lips when he’s being spoken to, a hand gesture. As the movie progresses, the man with whom we’re all exhaustingly familiar comes closer and closer to the fore.

Suit and boots by Versace. Vest top by Schiesser. Hat by Gladys Tamez. Watch by Cartier. Daniel Jack Lyons

The challenge, in Stan’s eyes, was to tread the very fine line between interpretation and imitation. “It’s a balance between having the familiarity without it becoming sort of a schtick,” he says. “There is a small window of time where you are going through the impersonation phase, because you’ve got to get through that in order to come out the other end,” he says. “There is a mechanical, technical piece to it, and that comes from actually studying a person.” According to Stan’s mother, he spent much of his childhood relentlessly impersonating people he came in to contact with. “I’ve always been good at watching people,” he says.

I'm going to commit the fuck out of it and surrender myself to the story.

Once he got comfortable enough, he would take the show on the road – trying versions of the character out in restaurants to see if anyone would pick up on it. “Because there’s a thing getting born,” he says, “and you want to test it out in the world, but you don’t want to overdo it too quickly – then it gets frozen.” No one seemed to notice in the moment, which was at least some indication that he hadn’t tipped over into parody, but some friends who have seen the movie realised retrospectively: “They’ve come up to me after and said, ‘Now I see this fuckin’ weird thing you were doing!’”

When we meet Trump in The Apprentice, he is a footsoldier in his father’s company and significantly less self-assured, though he’s got the trademark wispy hair and the ill-fitting suits. The wheels begin to turn when he meets Cohn – portrayed here in typically committed fashion by Succession’s Jeremy Strong, with whom Stan only had the chance to interact in character on set – who begins to sculpt Trump in his own image, laying out his rules for success, which will be very familiar to anyone who has paid attention to Trump’s political career: 1) attack, attack, attack; 2) admit nothing and deny everything; and 3) always claim victory and never admit defeat.

Coat, trousers and shoes by McQueen. Vest top by Ami. Sunglasses by Jacques Marie Mages. Pin by Cartier. Daniel Jack Lyons

Stan seems reticent to get into the politics of The Apprentice, which depicts Trump as, among other things, a rapist, in a scene referencing allegations made in a deposition by his first wife Ivana during their divorce proceedings. (Trump has previously denied the rape allegation; Ivana later issued a statement clarifying that she had felt violated, but was not raped in a “literal or criminal sense”.) But the movie speaks for itself. And Trump’s camp is already speaking back: after the film premiered at Cannes in May, the presidential campaign’s chief spokesperson Steven Cheung called the movie “garbage”, “pure fiction” and “election interference by Hollywood elites”, while also threatening a lawsuit. In a press conference at the film festival, Abbasi suggested that an ideal release date would be in mid-September, to align with the second presidential debate (but the film, as it happens, is now due out on 11 October in the USA, and 18 October in the UK). It wouldn’t take Alan Turing to decipher the message being transmitted. But I try and press for a direct answer: does Stan feel an added sense of responsibility playing Trump in an election year? “You can’t not think about it,” he says. “But I had tremendous trust in Ali Abbasi and his vision for the movie. And it is an important story – I think the movie makes a great attempt at exploring: how did we get here? But I approached it with the same responsibility as I approached anything I ever got involved with, which is, I’m going to give this my all. I’m going to research the fuck out of it; I’m going to commit the fuck out of it and surrender myself to the story.”

Does he have any concerns about backlash from Trump or from MAGA supporters? “I mean, is there anything out there now that doesn’t get backlash? You can’t worry about what people think,” Stan says. “But I’m fully aware that I’m doing things that are not going to be for everybody.”

He’s not far off the mark. Even Marvel, the world’s highest-grossing movie franchise of all time, has faced quite a bit of criticism in recent years – in part for the way in which they’ve handled the transition to a new set of heroes and storylines since 2019’s Avengers: Endgame. Stan doesn’t have any time for it. “I’ve never been part of a company that puts so much heart and thought into anything,” he says. “I think if Marvel was gone, it’d be such a big hole to try and fill up. Don’t just go out there and shit on something without offering something better.”

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He’s certainly not done with the MCU yet. Thunderbolts, which he’ll headline alongside Florence Pugh, will arrive in May next year. And he’s already looking beyond that, to a potential reunion with Robert Downey Jr, who has been announced to return in the next Avengers movie – not as Iron Man, but as the villain Doctor Doom. “I hope I’m in a scene with him,” Stan says. “Is there any other guy that could pull that off? I don’t know, probably not. After Tropic Thunder, is there anything that guy can’t do?” he says, laughing. It is perhaps the movie that I least expect Stan – or anyone, to be honest – to reference in 2024, but I should know better. Downey Jr is a transformation master, too. Game recognises game.

Trump doesn’t exist in the Marvel universe – or at least not yet – but if you spot a hint of him in Thunderbolts, you’ll know why. “I went off to Marvel after [The Apprentice],” Stan says. “And we were doing scenes, and I would do something, a thing or two, and be like, ‘Fuck! This is still living somewhere.’”

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jacobsnicket · 2 months ago

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fictober prompt 16: "no, i'm not okay" | transcendence au | T

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It starts with a headache, small but always present, pressing behind Phoebe’s forehead like there’s something trying to burst out. After the first couple weeks with it, she asks Dipper to check her brain in case there actually is something trying to burst out— hey, you never know. But he says there’s nothing, so she decides to just ignore it in the hopes that it’ll fade.

It doesn’t fade.

It gets worse, to the point that she can’t sleep, to the point that she’s squinting and covering her eyes every time she goes out because the light sends a searing pain straight to her skull. Mel’s starting to get worried by the amount of times per day Phoebe asks her for Tylenol.

Phoebe’s starting to get worried too, so one day she asks Dipper if she’s having migraines and if there’s any way to fix it.

“I’m not a doctor,” Dipper tells her. Then he snaps his fingers and suddenly he’s wearing a stupid little lab coat and stethoscope. “Now I am! Hang on, lemme take a look…”

“You’re not funny,” she says, laughing anyway. The laugh only makes her head hurt worse. “What’s the diagnosis, Doctor Dreambender?”

“Shush, I’m thinking.” Dipper puts his hand to his chin and closes his eyes. When he opens them again, a few seconds later, he looks almost scared.

“What is it?” Phoebe pauses, noticing his expression. “Oh stars, is it bad?”

Dipper takes a deep, slow breath. When he speaks again, it’s measured, stilted. “Good news. You’re not dying yet.”

“… okay. What’s the bad— wait, what do you mean yet?”

“I can’t just say you’re not gonna die! It’s not true! I just mean this isn’t gonna kill you.”

That is a concerningly small amount of information. “Okay,” she repeats. “Cool. So what is it?”

“Well, it’s not migraines. It’s this genetic thing, there’s this small mutation in your DNA— it’s actually really interesting, I knew mutations like this could happen, with the way magic’s become so commonplace these days, but I’ve never seen anything like it up close—”

She sighs and tries to tune out Dipper’s rambling. “Genetic, huh?”

“… yes. Your mother had it too. It was never a problem for her, but still...”

Phoebe thought she was past wishing she knew her parents. The idea that she could’ve had someone who understood, though, who had gone through everything she was going through, who might know how to fix it, was so nice that she couldn’t help it. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Is there like, a cure or something?”

“Nope,” Dipper says, popping the P.

“Really?”

“I’m sorry.” He looks like he means it. “All you can do is wait for the headaches to pass.”

Phoebe sinks further into her chair. “Well, how long will that take?”

”Hopefully, at least a few more months.”

“Months?”

“And then even after that, things are gonna be different for the rest of your life.”

“Different how?”

“I don’t know.” She knows that Dipper doesn’t know a lot of things— I’m only omniscient-ish is a frequent refrain of his— but this time it doesn’t sound sincere. It sounds like he does know and he’s lying. Or like he does know and it scares him.

She collapses even further into her chair, letting herself groan. Mel always says a good groan makes everything feel a little better.

“You okay?”

Phoebe levels the best glare she can at him given her condition. “You just told me I have a rare incurable mutation that’s going to ruin my life. No, I’m not okay, genius.”

“I didn’t say it’s going to ruin your life.”

“Would you be able to, you know…” She does a little poof with her hands. “Fix it?”

“I… theoretically, yeah, but it’s not a good idea. It’d cost a lot.”

“Like a soul a lot?”

“I already have that, Bee.”

“Right, yeah.”

“I could try to get you something a bit stronger than Tylenol, though. Not too strong, but…”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

It doesn’t pass. It keeps getting worse. The pain seeps from her head down into her fingers, her toes. Her bones feel like they’ve been replaced with time bombs, like any second now they’ll explode and she’ll shatter. If she closes her eyes, she can almost hear them tick.

After a particularly bad day where she’s barely able to get out of bed, Mel carts her off to the ER and the doctors poke and prod at her before asking for a blood test. She complies, and after an hour, they tell her she has a genetic mutation, that it’s such a rare case they can’t tell what might happen to her, but it’s probably not terminal so it’s okay. She never thought Dipper would be lying, but it still feels strange to hear it from someone else.

They tell her, then, that this reaction could only be caused by prolonged exposure to a powerful source of magical energy, and ask if she’s had any exposure that she can think of. She says no.

Phoebe doesn’t know how to explain it. She’s just sitting on her bed a few months later, attempting her pre-algebra homework. One moment she is not burning. The next moment she is.

The next moment she’s squeezing her eyes shut, digging her fingers into the blanket, trying to feel something other than pain, pain, pain. She can’t. She can’t see anything other than red-golden at the backs of her eyelids, like when you close your eyes in the sun. She can’t even scream.

And then it winks out, and nothing hurts anymore.

#transcendence au #shooting star arc #fictober24 #kiran writes #WELCOME BACK PHOEBEE

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maitimosrighthand · 1 day ago

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141 x Succubus male reader( oc )

(please note that this is a series and will continue)

Author note:

Most of the characters in this story will be their usual hybrid type. Ghost( Demon ), Soap( Wolf ), Gaz( Eagle ) and Price( Dragon ).

Please note that this series will eventually contain +18 contents. Minors do not interact.

Yes this will contain heats and ruts. You horny bastards 🫵

( The reader or oc (idk) is described as rather feminine. Not like that but well they are a succubus so they a that way. Gooner bait. It’s genetics.

Just like Ghost‘s massive dic-

For more information to how I will deal with the Succubus thing please scroll down to the bottom of the page

Chapter 1: Meeting the pack

It’s been ages since animal genes had mixed with human ones. While the question of who has fucked an animal was ignored ever since, another case has been opened as of late.

Demons.

While they are rare there have been a few cases within the last years. Demons, Vampires and then you, a succubus. While that does say a lot about your parents, it doesn’t mean too much to you. While yes, people assume you are nothing but a jerk and want to constantly have sex, it’s not that easy.

It had been raining for three days straight now. No sun to be seen and the roads look accordingly. „Seems like we‘ll be stuck here for a while longer.“ Hoffmann said. He is the reason of why you are here right now. Despite ages of experience most old white man still thought that people like you had to be in a group with responsible people, such as their military. Not that you were against the idea. You had been once to the army before in your early 20 but left right after. You had become a mercenary and taken countless jobs already, so you could say you were experienced in such matters.

After a couple of failed operations within the military of late, people like you were hired to come there and give them a hand. It wasn’t voluntary at all, either you help or they put you in prison for illegal activities. You however were not about to help them after this one. Right.

You came here duo to one of their high ranked soldiers missing. You where sure you had heard his name once beforehand but you who knows. Maybe he had been a trainee just like you back in the days. That made you sound really old.

„I‘ll get out here then.“ you said not waiting for an answer. The place you where supposed to find him at was barely five minutes away from here. You could walk that. Better than to spend one more minute with Hoffmann in the same car. He stank you had noted over the 2h ride here. Something with wolf and a bit of bird in it. Perhaps he was a brothel enthusiast, especially the one with hybrids in it. But that was not your business.

While walking from the street your phone rang. „What is it Asher?“ you answered immediately. She was more or less your boss? No you didn’t have that. She would give you notes on who needs your services at the moment and you‘d watch her eating your pasta while she does so. For some reason she would always sneak into your apartment.

„Where are you?“ came through the speakers. „On a little trip. Willingly.“ you huffed a bit. „The government?“ „yeah…“ Neither you nor her were big fans. She had constant legal problems with them and now they even got to you. „I didn’t know you were such a good man.“ She mocked you. She knew you were a good person. You set yourself a couple of rules a long time ago. „Are you going to come out alive?“ she shuffled with something on the other end of the line. „Why? Do you have a job for me?“ you heard her laugh behind the phone. That meant yes. „I‘ll call you later for the details, bye.“ Oh wow. This place is wrecked.

You stood on a platform near a river. That solider has been seen here last. But it looked completely empty. There were a couple of small ruins of old houses that have succumb to the weather conditions in the area. Another thing that bothered you was that it is so close to the street. If you do something illegal most of the time you‘d wanna be away from prying eyes. So him being here made no sense. Non the less you had a job to finish.

Sliding down the muddy trail, without falling mind you, you began searching around the area. Some wet puddles, some broken trees confinently fallen onto the house roof. Wait that was suspicious. Normally the trees would have broken down something of the house but these look hardly damaged and there was little to no things under them. Lucky you, you didn’t skip your sport days during your free time.

Slowly but surely your pushed the trees away from their previous spot. You wiped away some of the dust and broken tiles and slowly open the hidden luke door. The iron seems very scratchy and for a moment you think about just not opening it. But well you wanted to go back home and the faster you found him the better.

After opening the door you look down. There was water, probably not too high but still high enough to reach until your knees. You were ready to take that risk through. Jumping down you landed in the water. It was not very nice when the water splatters on your jacket. That one was new you noted in your mind. You observed the room a bit. A few broken tables, a couple of prison cells and who would have thought…water. And a man.

You make your way through the water slowly. You didn’t know who you were looking for but it was probably him. You were unsure if he was awake so you put on a mouth mask and put on the hood from your jacket. It’s just to be safe. There may be many misinformations about succubus on the internet but you had to make sure. Occasionally you would get away with saying you were a goat but some where not convinced.

You checked on the man who was laying down in the water. He had been lucky that his head was above the water. However the water was freezing and he might have been here for days. „Oh god.“ his lips were blue. You pulled him up and onto a table. He was one bulk of a man. And an eagle nonetheless. His wings were too huge to fit through the entrance you came through. First things first: let’s call Hofmann.

„Are you sure that’s him?“ he asked. „Yes it’s him. The eagle! Now I need a truck near here!“ „Fine fine. I‘ll also send you the location of where to bring him.“ he hung up. You slowly but surely dragged the soldier through a back door you found. He was heavy and you felt sry for scratching his wings a couple of times. But you did not really have much of a choice. When you finally got him outside and forced him into the truck‘s backseat you sat down in the drivers seat.

Weird.

Why was no one here. If he had really been kidnapped and was a high ranking solider then wouldn’t someone look or watch over him? It’s was questionable you thought. You took down your mask after half of the ride to the location that was send to you, since the eagle did not stink. Their base was in the range of that but they didn’t tell you where exactly.

Nothing really bothered you with that. It seemed to be a rather secretive situation and you were not about to get into legal trouble by trying to find it. Occasionally you could hear the man behind you groan. Whenever you looked into the back mirror you could see his disheveled state. Some feathers unplugged and halfway ripped out, his hair probably a bit longer than it should be and various cuts on his arms and face. Poor guy.

About half an hour you arrived at the location you had been given. A remote area where a smaller town was not too far away. You heard there was a bar there. Maybe you‘ll go there later, it’s been a while since you ate anything beside those medications.(read info) But for now you kept waiting. Waiting. And…waiting? Why was no one here yet? Just when the sun was slowly going down you heard a car nearby. In case it may have been just some townsfolk you quickly tried to blend in. Pulling up the mask and acting like you tried to light cigarette. You did not smoke. It was too expensive and you didn’t get the appeal. To you it was like a cheap sex potion that lady’s were attracted to. The car however stopped and 3 large man came out of it. You were sure if you hadn’t already had your gay awakening this could have been it. But you couldn’t ask a military officer for a one night stand. Sadly

One had huge wings and the other a tail. The tallest one did not show any signs of abnormality. Maybe they had a human amongst them. You were about to say something when you felt a pressure on you.

Oh. That guy was some kind of demon too.

Demons could feel another. Some more than others. And some did not at all. But to you, demons stank like fish. You hated fish.

„Are you X?“ the dragon asked. „Depends on it. Who is asking?“ you just had to make sure it was them. And you tried to buy time. Just to see if that demon recognized you as one. Any reaction could reveal it. Demons were territorial after all. You were too but since nothing belonged to you and your noodles were always stolen by Asher there was nothing to protect.

„Captain Price.“ he answered. That’s him mind you. You open the car door and immediately a hawk claws at you. Lucky you, you had stepped to the side. „Rise and shine birdy. Your pack is here.“ He stood up a bit cranky from the ground he fell to. Not moments later the dog came and helped him to their car. Wait dog? No it’s probably a wolf. He was too quiet for a dog.

„I must thank you. Hope to work again with you in the future.“ the dragon said after some back and forth about your payment. „Lie.“ You knew from the way his eyes never left you that he was lying.

„I don’t trust you mercenaries. But your help is undeniable.“ With that he said goodbye to you.

That demon guy stared at you a bit longer. You could swear you saw him smell the air. You wondered what kind he was. Maybe a succubus like you!

He then followed Price to the car and you watched them drive away.

Urghh. You needed a drink. And a hookup

Notes about succubus:

They are rare very rare

They can smell sexual excitement even without wanting it and it somewhat feeds them but in the end they still need sex ( some more than others )

The need for physical contact ( sex ) can be lindert by a special kind of medicine

Succubus look like normal people but they can extend claws and tails if they want to

( and to go into actually mythology here) they cannot however hide their horns and when on the hunt for food ( sex ) they cannot hide their animal feet ( hooves )

They can like in real mythology appear to someone as another person after they know who they crave

They are not too fast

Their voice can cause sexual excitement and can be somewhat like a drug ( when they want to)

Succubus however have the problem that most of the time they do not wish to engage into such things and therefore the smell can make them feel ill and cause unwanted excitement on their part

Succubus can be bound by a spell that is specific to their own and they usually contain it in a toy or a thing they always carry around

If another person has this toy or object they can force the succubus to do anything they want

The succubus cannot disobey

#141 x male reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader #gaz x male reader #ghost x male reader #price x male reader #soap x male reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #hybrid

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verdemoun · 7 months ago

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please can we have a non-canon to the timewarp post about maeves death pleaseee😭

special thanks to australian television drama love my way which traumatized me as a young lad

completely normal average typical day. taking maeve to the park because sugar might as well be cocaine to her, lenny telling her to stay where they can see her because he's that parent while she's already sprinting down the footpath like a wild animal

lenny and sean getting a chance to gossip. circa 2013 so there's loads to gossip about. davey's out of jail again, wonder how long that's gonna last. for all the shit he talks about abigail's cooking, john marston in the kitchen both looks wrong and never produces edible food. isaac's course should be wrapping up soon! but bullshit that kid is graduating

when they come around the corner to maeve on the ground, sean laughs. it's not the first time maeve macsummers has tripped over her own feet, shouts to her to hop up and dust it off

lenny's already frowning when she doesn't immediately, because maeve can and has run on a twisted ankle before. having the same thought, sean awkwardly jogs a few strides and kneels beside her, her she's fine, then asking her if she's alright, nudging her gently

looks up at lenny with an expression of mulled terror that will haunt him the rest of his days as lenny finally gets there and kneels, realizing how pale his little irish warrior princess has gone. did she hit her head? is she bleeding? is she breathing?

huh?

is she breathing?

is she - jesus christ i don't fucking know

soon enough panicked shouting attracts the attention of onlookers, someone thinks to call an ambulance as sean sits petrified as stone and watches lenny start cpr

lenny in tears himself having to hold sean back from fighting the paramedics as they take over, and someone says her heart's stopped

one by one the gang hear, via call, or text, and trickle into a private hospital room with only the news maeve's been taken to hospital, she's not breathing

the absolutely guttural wailing echoing down the hall, that only pauses when sean has to take an ugly shuddered gasp of air, tells them before they see this tiny girl laying perfectly, unnaturally still on a hospital bed.

everything they've gone through, it's just... not fair. the youngest, the brightest, hair like fire and the energy like a spark to gunpowder, the first to be buried. no one else could have taken the bullet, or saved her. none of them should feel guilt, but they all do, all wish they could trade places as their lives fall apart.

some genetic condition none of them had a chance of understanding. a massive heart attack. 6 years old, and a massive heart attack

karen drinks, and sleeps, and wakes up to drink until she passes out again, for months. jenny runs away, vanishes like she isn't willing to wait to see if the grief of losing maeve destroys what good she had in her life.

sean and lenny sit on the roof together, where they used to find maeve sitting on nights she climbed out her bedroom window to stare at the sky because she had no fear of anything, and wonder what would happen if they threw themselves off.

sean believes in heaven. he thinks he'll see her again. lenny doesn't believe in anything, thinks oblivion would just be an end to the pain. both just sit, and do nothing.

#rdr2 timewarp au #sean macguire #lenny summers #maeve macsummers #sad macsummers hours #YOU ASKED FOR THIS. YOU DID THIS. YOU ASKED **TWICE**

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darknessawaits28 · 20 hours ago

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{A Riddle Wrapped in Desire} Edward Nygma x Female Reader~

Hello again my lovies! Hope you are having a wonderful week! I wanted to give you a love story involving you and the Riddler from the Arkham games. Hope you enjoy! Thank you all for your love and support! Yall are awesome! Love yall! :3

Warnings: smut, cursing, explicit words. Viewer Discretion Advised 18+

It was a nightmare, you’ve never thought that Gotham City would be this horrible. A few years ago you had decided that it was best to move out of your old apartment and into a place that was decent enough to live in. Of course, blindly as ever, you listened to your friend’s suggestions and decided to move to this awful city; thinking that it would be safe enough after the masked vigilantes were said to be protecting the city. But, oh boy, were you wrong.

However, you were glad that on your doctor's salary you were able to afford a luxury condo that was big enough for you, and had high end security to protect you from the thieves that roamed this god forsaken city. Then again, maybe you craved adventure and action? Who knows?

“Evening y/n, how was your morning?” Ana, the front desk attendant, spoke as she pulled out the card scanner.

“Good, good, just glad that I finally finished up the last bits of those prisoners that came from Arkham Asylum.” “It’s such a shame how those guards treat some of those prisoners, some of them are innocent” You sighed deeply, pulling out your job ID and scanned it on the scanner that Ana pulled out.

“I wouldn’t care so much about them y/n, most of the prisoners in Arkham are very bad individuals” Ana raised her brows in a way to gesture that they weren’t good people.

“Yes I know, but it couldn’t be all of them.” “Wait, isn’t the Joker locked up in there?” you laughed at how funny that sounded.

“Girl, don’t be laughing at that, those animals are crazy, especially the joker.”

“It’s not like he can hear me, and besides, I came all the way from New York, there’s no possible way those bastards scare me any more than the crazy people in my city.”

Ana snickered at the way you said that, but shrugged it off, “Still y/n, be careful out here, these people aren’t normal or even abnormal.”

“They’re probably suffering from a genetic condition or possibly suffering psychologically….gosh I sound like Dr. Strange” You chuckled, pulling your ID back in your purse and then grabbed your phone.

“You did sound like him a bit.” “Are you dating him?” Ana joked.

“Oh fuck that, I am not dating a creep like that, besides….he’s bald” You laughed as you ordered yourself an Uber. “Well, good night Ana, I hope to see you tomorrow evening.”

“Alright y/n, have a good night!” Ana smiled as she waved you off and went back to her work.

As you exited the front doors of Gotham General Hospital, you glanced up, noticing that it was beginning to snow. “Man, the weather here is crazy” you sighed as you bundled up as much as possible. “Hmm, let me head out onto the sidewalk of the street, make it easy for my Uber” you hummed as you headed away from the hospital. Once you reached the main road sidewalk, you glanced down at your phone, not paying attention, and accidentally bumping into someone. “Oh dear, I am so sorry” You gasped, glancing up to find an alluring man staring daggers at you.

“By all means, pay attention to that worthless piece of technology instead of the sidewalk that people walk on” the man grumbled in annoyance.

“I know….and I apologize sir…I was just checking my phone for something important and did not see where I was going” You gulped, trying to remain calm and not say anything out of the ordinary that would upset this man.

“Hm, the likely excuse, but no matter, I’m used to interruptions.”

“Oh, and who are the people that might be interrupting you if you don’t mind me asking?” You questioned curiously, knowing for sure you shouldn’t be chatting with random strangers but he seemed interesting.

“Oh, so you don’t know about the bothersome bat that roams Gotham City, beating down innocent civilians like myself.”

“Oh yes, Batman, I always thought he was cool.”

The man snickered at how naive you were, “Cool, cool is for the ice man in the Asylum, I think you meant how notoriously annoying he is.”

“I just find this place amazing.” “I mean I moved here a couple of months ago.” “I’m from New York.” “It’s a totally different atmosphere here than in my city.” “But to be honest, I was kind of scared at first but…then I fell in love with this city.” “The adventure, the action, the vigilantes, the criminals, they’re so fascinating.”

The man raised a brow in curiosity, never finding a citizen who ‘enjoyed’ Gotham city this much. “You love this city?”

“Yes, I know it sounds strange but you know that Riddler guy?” “I saw one of his trophies or question mark things and…gosh they look so cool!” “I know they’re for Batman but my goodness would I die for one of those trophies, especially the pink ones.” “Such craftsmanship and beauty that it holds.”

The man’s expression softened and his lips curled into an almost pleasing smile, something that felt genuine for the first time in his life. “You find this Riddler guy to be cool too?” He struggled to speak those words because he typically used sophisticated and complicated terminology that normal people wouldn’t understand.

“I very much think he is cool.” “Especially some of those machines he makes, I am in awe at how intelligent he is.”

The man fixed his tie slightly, feeling as if he was the one being told he was intelligent. “Well I-”

“Oh, sorry, it was nice meeting you sir, my ride's here” You chuckled as you put your phone back in your purse and approached the Uber.

“Wait miss uh….can I uh….ask for your number…” the man nervously spoke, as if he was learning how to talk for the first time.

“Oh…um I usually don’t give out my number like that.”

“Oh heavens no, I was suggesting we exchange numbers because I think I can get you one of those trophies.”

Your eyes lit up at what he said, “Oh, but that wouldn’t be too much trouble?”

“Of course not,” the man cheekily smiled, grabbing his strange phone and handing it to you.

“Oh thank you, thank you” you said ecstatically as you put your phone number in his phone and put your first name only.

As you handed his phone back, he glanced up at you with soft eyes, “You know, I think I remember hearing an interesting riddle from the Riddler, would you like to hear it before you leave my dear?”

“Sure” you giggled.

"What’s the most elusive thing in the world, one that’s both rare and exquisite? Ah, it's you, of course—too captivating to be solved by mere mortals."

A deep blush formed across your cheeks when you heard him say such an interesting riddle, “Oh wow, um….that’s a beautiful riddle….I wonder who the Riddler was saying that too?” “Couldn’t be the Batman” you laughed as you opened the door to the Uber and got in. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Edward” the man smiled happily, feeling a spark ignite within him that he hasn’t felt in years.

“Well Edward, it was a pleasure meeting you, hopefully we can talk more soon” you waved goodbye to him and closed the door, the Uber speeding off towards your home.

Edward sighed deeply as he watched the vehicle speed away, his heart almost beating out of his chest. "She's like the perfect conundrum. I find myself... entranced. But I’ll never let her know—no, I’ll solve this riddle in silence, piece by piece, until the answer is mine” he smirked deviously as he began to plan the different ways to woo you.

“Thank you” you smiled towards your Uber driver when he pulled up to your luxury condo (similar to a hotel entrance). Once he stopped, you opened up the door and then closed it once you got out.

“Good evening Miss y/n, how was your day?” the doorman smiled.

“Evening Walter, and it was wonderful, how about yours?”

“Same old, same old, Miss y/n” Walter chuckled as he opened the doors for you.

“That’s good to hear, thank you Walter, have a good night!”

“You as well!”

As you entered the reception area, you walked over to the elevators, pressing the button to the 40th floor, a deep sigh escaping your lips. “Hmm, maybe I should order out, I don’t think I’m up for cooking right now.” As the elevator doors opened, you entered, waiting for the elevator to take you directly to your floor, already scrolling through your phone to see what places were open at this hour to order some delicious take out.

Meanwhile, Edward returned to his lair of tricks and riddles, alreadying devising a plan to win you over with his good graces. “Oh she’ll positively love this!” he laughed to himself, beginning to build the shell of the pink trophy he made for Catwomen. “And, done!” he sighed in happiness as he looked at the beautiful trophy in front of him.

“Mm, mm!” a voice called out in pain.

"Enough of your meaningless babble. Silence yourself—unless you'd prefer to answer my riddles instead?” Edward shouted at the hostage he was holding in another room. “Can’t get anything done with these blundering idiots always making pointless noise” he sighed as he wrapped the trophy up in a nice box for you.

“Now that this is finished, let me finish my work on killing that annoying bat” he chuckled, walking over to his work area and began to devise his array of conundrums.

A few minutes later, an alarm sounded, giving Edward the heads up that Batman was in one of the locations with one of the hostages he had kidnapped. “Ah, well, well, well, if it isn't the blind bat, waltzing into one of my riddles.”

“Where is the hostage Riddler?” Batman glared daggers up at the projection of Edward Nigma.

“Oh Batman, you know that I can’t give you that answer.” “Besides, let’s see if the world’s greatest detective can solve my vast array of riddles and find the poor hostages before they die.”

“You’re insane.”

“No, that would imply either mental illness or derangement. I suffer from neither. I look forward to watching you fail.”

When the projection disappeared before Batman’s eyes, the riddler watched him begin to attempt his riddle. Although, his mind kept drifting to the thought of you and how beautiful you were. “Damn” he sighed as he rolled his chair to another screen and began to hack your phone. Without warning, his screen filled with a large quantity of information about you; such as, where you lived, where you worked, what was your full name, etc. “My, she is quite captivating” he chuckled.

“Batman!” a voice called for the detective.

“What?” Edward gasped as he turned his attention to the other screens, noticing that Batman had already saved the hostage. “How did you..?!” “You cheated didn’t you?!” “Who helped you?!” “I swear…..my other riddles won’t be so easy…..keep finding my trophies Batman….and maybe I’ll be kind enough to give you the next location of another hostage” He shouted at his computer screen before shutting off the projection so that Batman couldn’t see his anger and worry.

“How the hell did he do it?” “Dammit, I was distracted by….” he went quiet as his eyes looked over at his other computer screen with your picture on it. “How is it possible that she has so easily commandeered my thoughts? I’m supposed to be focused on Batman, not her” he sighed in frustration. “Curse these ridiculous feelings.” "To hell with it! I'll simply give her this trivial trinket and be rid of her. She's beyond my reach anyways."

Several days had passed, the citizens of Gotham living out their normal lives as usual, trying to stay alive and not get killed by the large number of thieves, murderers, and vigilantes that plagued this city. You, on the other hand, were ecstatic that your job had given you 4 weeks off, courtesy of the overtime you had done for the past 5 months.

As you entered your Uber to head home, your cellphone suddenly rang, an unknown number popping up. “Hmm, hello?” you answered your phone and heard a familiar voice on the other side of the line.

“Hello, is this y/n?”

“Yes, who is this?”

“Oh hello y/n, it’s Edward.”

“Oh Edward, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in a long time.”

“Yes, my apologies, I was a bit preoccupied with my work and getting you that trophy.” “May I drop this off for you?”

“Oh no worries Edward, thank you so much for getting me this trophy.” “How about I invite you over for dinner at my place right now and you can bring the trophy.”

“Oh….d-dinner….uh…” Riddler gulped worriedly, not believing a word you said; this was mostly because he wanted to focus on taking down Batman and not having to worry about experiencing these feelings for someone, someone that he thought wouldn’t love him.

“Sorry, was that too much?” You worriedly asked, feeling as if you had overstepped.

“Oh no that wasn’t too much, I would very much love to have dinner at your place” Edward smiled to himself.

“Great, my address is 32 Wayne Drive, it’s a big building that resembles a hotel.” “Tell the front door man that you know me.”

“Oh I know exactly where you live………I’ll be there shortly” Edward spoke in an almost whisper.

“What?” you questioned, not exactly hearing him correctly.

“Oh my mistake, I was saying perfect, I’ll be there as soon as possible!”

“Oh, okay, see you then Edward” You happily spoke, ending the call and shrugged off that strange feeling. It was a bit strange that you were falling for a man that you had met only a few days ago, but….you haven’t a chance to even go into the dating market. With your work, and long hours, there wasn’t any time. But now that you’ve met this man, you wanted to try something new. “Thank you” you said to your Uber as you exited his vehicle, closed the door, and then rushed towards the entrance.

“My, you seem very happy?” “Might I ask why?” Walter chuckled as he walked over to open the doors for you.

“I invited someone over for dinner, I can’t wait to see him” you giggled happily. “Oh his name is Edward by the way, just send him up please and tell him to press the 40th floor.”

“Of course Miss y/n, I hope you have fun.”

“Thank you Walter, I am super excited!” you chuckled, quickly rushing inside and heading up to your place.

Walter smiled softly, glad to see you in a good mood because lately you have been a bit down. Hopefully this ‘someone’ isn’t a raving lunatic like some people in Gotham city are.

A little while later, a man, finely dressed in green clothing and holding a large box appeared in front of Walter. “Hello, my name is Edward, a miss y/n is expecting me.”

The second Walter laid his eyes upon this ‘Edward,’ he felt a bit queasy, as if this man seemed to have a whole other side to him. “Oh, you are Edward……wow” he gulped, opening the door for him.

Edward glared at the man when he spoke to him, "Yes, indeed, I am the Edward y/n has been waiting for. Now, tell me, am I so breathtaking that you, sir, couldn’t help but say wow? Or are you simply in awe of my unparalleled intellect?"

“You know, you sound just like him.”

“Like who, good sir?”

“The Riddler.”

Edward’s heart dropped at what this man said, “The Riddler?” “Do you honestly think you can compare me to such a brilliant and mastermind of man such as he?” “No, so please, do not confuse me with such people.”

“Hmm, well, I’ll be watching you carefully, if you hurt y/n, I swear I will make sure to beat you to a pulp” Walter warned Edward.

“I doubt that you would beat me to a pulp, and I wouldn’t dream of hurting miss y/n, now excuse me, you’ve made me late in having dinner with her” Edward cockily spoke as he entered the area and headed inside.

“The 40th floor jackass!” Walter shouted to him from outside and then closed the door.

Edward grumbled at the way Walter spoke to him but shrugged it off as he entered the elevator and pressed the 40th floor button. A loud ding rang along Edward’s ears as the elevator doors slid open. Casually stepping out of the elevator, he looked at the empty hallway, wondering where the hell was he?

“Edward, over here!” You waved to him at the end of the hall.

“Oh, there you are, why is this hallway so empty?”

“It’s because I own this entire floor, Edward.”

“Oh, that is why there are no other doors here, just yours.”

“Yes, and security is down the hall.” “There’s security on every floor, we pay for that privilege” you chuckled, opening your door and allowing him inside.

“By the way, how did you know I was coming up?”

“Walter rang me” You chuckled.

“Ah, I see.”

As Edward entered your humble abode, his eyes widened at the sight, not believing that you owned such a place. “My, what a magnificent home you have here.”

“Thanks, make yourself at home, and please take your shoes off.”

“Of course” Edward nodded, using his feet to take off his boots and then proceeded inside, placing the box onto your coffee table that was in the enormous living room.

Once you closed your door, you rushed past your living room and into the space that was your kitchen, quickly turning the chicken that you had frying on the pan.

“Mm that smells absolutely delicious” Edward hummed, entering the kitchen to find you cooking such a delicious meal.

“Thank you, I’m cooking up some fried chicken with a side of rice, does that sound good?”

“Oh you don’t need to ask for my approval dear, I am your guest, so whatever you cook I am fine eating it.” Edward didn’t make demands about what he wanted to eat, because his younger self never had that luxury. So, whatever you cooked, he would gladly eat in a heartbeat.

“Oh, alright, well, would you like some soda, water?”

“Soda sounds fine,” Edward smiled cheekily.

“Okay” you smiled back at him, turning around to open your fridge and grabbed a Pepsi. “Pepsi good?”

“Perfect” Edward approached beside you, grabbing the Pepsi from your hand, standing dangerously close to you.

“You have nice glasses” You giggled, finding his tall stature to be quite a turn on.

“Why thank you y/n” he chuckled, opening up the can of Pepsi and began to drink it in front of you.

As you watched him drink, you saw his throat muscles moving and squirming as it took in the delicious sweet soda. A deep blush formed across your cheeks, feeling hot and bothered simply by his actions. Quickly snapping back to reality, you rushed to the chicken, turning it again and then turning off the stove. “Alright, well dinner is ready, can you hand me the plates?”

“Sure” Edward set down his Pepsi and walked behind you, grabbing the plates you had left there. Once he grabbed them, he turned around and placed them on the countertop beside you, his hand gently grazing your arm a bit.

“Thank you” you blushed yet again, placing the food onto the two plates and then placing the pan in the sink with warm water and soap.

“Where too?” Edward questioned, grabbing the two plates, wanting to be helpful.

“Follow me” you gestured to him as you grabbed his Pepsi, and another unopened Pepsi can for you and walked out of the kitchen. “Do you prefer the living room or the dining room?”

“Oh, uh, up to you y/n, I don’t mind.”

“Dining room and maybe we can move to the living room when we are done.”

After dinner, you and Edward both sat on the couch, “Is this it?” you asked as he pushed the box towards you.

“Yes it is, perfectly made and wrapped.”

“Wait, the Riddler made it for me?”

"Oh… well... uh… never mind that, just open it! Open it! Open it!” he said excitedly.

“Okay” You laughed at his excitement and pulled off the bow that was tied around it, and slowly opened the box. Once it was open, you gasped at the sight of the beautiful trophy that laid within. “Wow.”

“Do you like it?” Edward questioned with curiosity laced in his voice.

“I-I….I love it!” you nearly screamed as you set the other things down onto the table and pulled him into a hug.

Edward sat stiffly at first, clearly not expecting such a gesture, but as the hug enveloped him, there’s a subtle shift. His shoulders slowly begin to relax, his always defensive demeanor softening for a moment. As his arms wrapped around you to bring you in closer, he lets out a quiet sigh, not of frustration, but of something like relief. His voice, usually dripping with pride, is now tinged with a warmth that he’d never let anyone hear before, especially the Batman. “I-I’m glad you love it y/n.”

As you pulled away, your eyes noticed his cute pout, “Edward?”

“Y/n?” he whispered, feeling the urge to kiss you, but cleared his throat and grabbed the trash that was of when you opened the box. “I’ll toss this away for you.”

“Oh, alright, thank you” you sighed softly, not knowing what you were thinking.

As Edward headed for the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks, shutting his eyes tightly and then opening them up when he turned back around to face you. “I must confess something to you my dear.”

“Oh, what’s that Edward?”

“I am not who I seem, though my mind is sharp and my actions are keen. In the shadows, I hide and make you think, but here, before you, I stand on the brink. Who am I, that you see before your eyes, a master of riddles, beneath a clever disguise?” “And now, the answer, the one who knows all the answers, who plays with your mind, the one who has been close, so near to you….for I am Edward Nygma. I am the Riddler y/n.” “But before you make any judgements…..I wanted you to know who I really am, not just riddles or the mask, or some random stranger on the street. The man standing before you, in all his complicated glory….and…perhaps….the greatest riddle I’ve ever posed…..is whether you could ever love me back?”

You could not believe your ears when you heard him say he was the Riddler, the greatest of minds standing right before you, in your living room. “You were worried I wouldn’t love you back?”

Edward simply stood there when you asked that question, waiting for you to yell, scream, shout to the very rooftops for him to get out of your home, but what came next would shock the very Batman.

Your lips soon curled into a happy smile, quickly standing from the couch and charging towards him, embracing him in the tightest hug you could muster. “Why would you think that Edward?” “Whether or not you are the riddler, I couldn’t care less.”

A deep sigh escaped Edward’s lips as he embraced you again, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy fill his body. “Oh y/n, I know we only met a few days ago, but….you are such a magnificent woman that I….I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Pulling away slightly, you looked up at him with adorable, vulnerable eyes, your hand gently cupping his cheek and stroking it with your thumb. “Me either.”

Edward, looking down at your vulnerable state, pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and then pulled you into a delectable kiss, something that he never knew he could do; mostly because he didn’t have experience with love nor with women.

“Edward” you moaned cutely, pressing against him to deepen the kiss.

“Mm” Edward groaned in hunger, tossing the garbage aside and picking you up by your ass, making sure to wrap your legs around his waist.

“Ah” You gasped against his lips, continuing to kiss him.

“Where would you like to retreat to my dear, the place where you dream, or the place where we sit and reflect?”

“The place where I dream” “It’s upstairs, third door on the right.”

A soft chuckle escaped Edward’s lips as he carried you up the stairs, walked down the hall, and entered your room that had a vast array of stuffed creatures. “My, what an intriguing room you have here.”

“Don’t judge me, I am sure that your room is filled with various riddles, puzzles, and other things” You bite your bottom lip as you tug at his tie.

“There was no judgement in what I said my dear, I am only stating the truth” He hummed as he grasped onto your cheek and pulled you into another kiss.

As you both kissed, he gently placed you onto your bed, beginning to take off his jacket and tie.

“Ah” you breathed out heavily, watching him take part of his clothes off. In a fit of passion, you did the same, pulling off your shirt and pants, laying only in your bra and panties.

His eyes watched as you pulled off the layers of your clothing, his groin beginning to pulse in hunger and lust at the sight of your half naked form. “My, you are exceptionally beautiful” he hummed, leaning down to your chest and began to press gentle kisses against it.

A soft moan slipped past your lips as you felt his soft tender lips kiss your body. “Be gentle with me please.”

"Ah, how could I ever be anything but gentle with you? For even the most intricate puzzles require a delicate touch... and your presence, my dear, is a mystery I would treat with the utmost care. Rest assured, I will be as kind as my... complicated heart allows” He genuinely smiled.

A happy smile peered across your cheeks when you heard him. Oh how he spoke with such intellect and with a hint of a riddle in his voice.

In an instant, Edward pulled down your bra to reveal your beautiful bosom, his lips clasping onto one of them and beginning to suck. As he sucked, he made sure to maneuver his tongue around your nipple, teasingly playing with it.

“Ah, Edward” You moaned loudly, arching your head back against your pillow.

“Does it excite you my dear?” he questioned, his hand slowly slithering down your body and pushing its way past your panties.

“Ah, y-yes it does” You gasped again, pulling your head up to look at him when you felt his hand reach into your panties and begin to play with your clit.

“Good” He hummed hungrily as he moved his lips to your other nipple and began to suck at it while softly rubbing your clit with his middle finger.

“Ah, ah, Edward, I-I’m close” You whimpered, softly biting down on your index finger, feeling your body slowly lose itself in the pleasure.

“Cum for me, I want to hear those sweet whimpers slip past those luscious lips you have” he smirked deviously, quickly kissing down your body until he pulled your panties off violently. Spreading your legs, he leaned down and devoured your pussy, completely forgetting that he had his glasses on.

“Oh my gosh!” You cried out in pleasure, slamming your head back when you felt yourself having the most pleasurable orgasm ever.

“Ah” Edward breathed huskily as he pulled away from your soaked self, his face glistening with your juices in your dimly lit room.

“More, more please” You cutely beg as you spread your legs wide for him.

“Of course my dearest y/n” he chuckled, pulling off his soaked glasses and placing them on your nightstand. He then leaned down and began to devour you again, his tongue outlining each crevice, and occasionally biting down on your clit.

This felt so good, never in your life has a man pleased you this good. Well, you never really had a man before, so this technically was your first time, but dammit was it good.

“Wait, wait” you blushed as you pulled away from him to grab something.

Edward quickly pulled away, wiping his mouth when he felt you move away from him, “Did I hurt you my dear?”

“No, no just…here” you blushed yet again, handing him a condom.

When Edward grabbed the small piece of plastic, his eyes widened, “Uh…y-you want me to have sex with you?”

“I never really have done it with anyone before so…technically you’re my first.” “But I-I just can’t stand it….I…I want to feel you inside me Edward” you shut your eyes in embarrassment.

“Oh y/n” he sighed happily, pulling you into a kiss. “As I said before, I will be as gentle as possible.”

When Edward finished placing the condom on his already throbbing cock, his tip aligned itself with your entrance. “Ready?”

“Mhm” you nodded, holding onto your sheets tightly as you awaited this new feeling.

Slowly but surely, Edward entered your tight self, a loud groan escaping his lips as he grasped your hips for support. “By gods, you’re so tight.”

“I-I’m sorry” You whimpered.

“Don’t be sorry my dear, I love it” He hungrily moaned as he leaned down onto your body and began to suck at your ear. “Are you ready for me to move?”

“Ah, ah…yes” you winced in slight pain but felt it almost easing when you felt the pleasure slowly rising.

Hearing your readiness, Edward began to thrust within you, his hips moving back and forth in passion and love. This feeling was also new for him and oh how he enjoyed it. “Dammit…I-I love you…” he admitted.

“Ah, I-I love you too Edward” You also admitted, not believing that you fell in love with a man that, once again, you met two days ago.

Edward picked up his pace, his thrusts beginning harder and faster, loud slapping sounds could be heard echoing along your bedroom walls.

“This feels so good” You whimpered against his ear as you tightly wrapped your arms around him.

“It does, it feels incredibly delicious” he moaned softly, tightly shutting his eyes as his hips began to have a mind of their own.

“I-I’m…I’m close” he whispered.

“M-Me too” You moaned cutely, moving your hands from his back to his cheeks and pulled him into a hungry kiss.

“Mmm y/n!” He loudly spoke against your lips as he slammed once more into you, feeling himself slowly releasing within the condom.

You also released just after him, feeling your hips rise a bit.

Both of you panted heavily, Edward slowly pulling out of you and simply laying next to you to catch his breath.

“That was amazing” You chuckled cutely, turning to your side to cuddle up close to him.

“Indeed it was my love” He also chuckled, pulling you close and pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Riddle me this, what’s sexy, green, and is incredibly good at sex?” “Obviously you” You laughed.

“A poor attempt at a riddle, but I approve” he snickered, pulling you into another hungry kiss.

“Oh my Riddler~” you hummed happily, embracing him and feeling as if the world could burn at this very moment so long as you had Edward with you.

#smut #love #love story #short story #tumblr fyp #riddler x you #the riddler #riddler x reader #gotham city #arkham asylum #edward nygma #riddles #fypツ #batman #dc comics

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Pedantic, chapter six - a Malevolent AU

Arthur Lester is the best IT architect in the world, and the reason Carcosa, Inc. has its fingers in every pie. Arthur is also going blind, with a rare genetic condition that can’t be fixed. He nearly gives up… until a deeply annoying cybersecurity programmer prods him into trying something new.

Chapter Six: The forty text messages told a story. This one has a happy ending.

AO3

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By the time he got back home, he had twenty-three unread messages from John Doe.

By the time he unpacked, showered, and headed to work, he had twenty-eight.

He still couldn’t bring himself to block. He didn’t know what he was doing. What the fuck he was trying. Why he was ignoring.

Maybe, Arthur thought to himself, if I do this long enough, he’ll realize he doesn’t know me, and that this is a terrible idea, and he’ll go away.

Did he want John Doe to go away?

No, he didn’t. And he didn’t even know who the fuck John Doe was.

(But he did. He knew him. Knew his play-bite. Knew his humor. Knew the soft heart that couldn’t give up a kitten who’d learned to answer to “hey guys.” Knew the quirkiness that assigned flavor profiles to clients, and the stubbornness that pulled a self-centered, half-blind programmer out of his own ass.)

Thirty-two messages.

Arthur wanted to answer him so badly that he didn’t dare do it. He’d be desperate. That was no way to be part of any relationship.

Relationship? Was it a relationship?

They’d known each other for over a year. They’d spoken daily , practically hourly, for a month. He’d been telling John everything. Everything. Arthur realized, with a shock, that he wanted to tell John Doe about the craziness of the past day and how confused this lunatic in New York City made him feel, and he laughed. “What is wrong with me?” he said.

He was more comfortable talking to John than he even had been with Parker when they lived together, figuring out their futures, until Arthur made the choice he’d thought he had to make.

It suddenly hit Arthur that he sort of lost Parker the same way he’d lost Bella and Daniel: he’d been given the choice of Carcosa or them, and he’d chosen Carcosa. Parker had wanted to stay in San Fran. Technically, Arthur could have. The invitation to move to Melbourne wasn’t required for anything. It had just been suggested by Hastur, to whom Arthur owed everything. Why wouldn’t Arthur go?

There was something here. Something big and important, but he couldn’t quite put it together.

Thirty-five messages.

Arthur pretended he did not know (faking blindness of a different kind) and strode into Carcosa’s headquarters. Rosie did a double-take. “Oh!” she said. “Mister Lester! I thought you were on vacation.”

“Came home early.”

“Oh, hi, Arthur!” said that guy from the networking side whose name he could never remember. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi. Came back early.”

Rinse, repeat. And repeat. And repeat. Evidently, they’d all been heavily invested in his vacation, for some reason, and it was a relief to close his office door on them all—but only for a moment. Arthur turned around, looked at the beautiful, spare office he’d been given, at the view he valued above gold, at the technology that could keep up with his ideas when he’d been at his best, and knew he was done.

It felt like he was aiming for Hastur’s heart with this, embodying the very concept of disappointment. He could not risk another error like the ones John had caught. He couldn’t. People would be hurt.

Thirty-seven messages.

Arthur knew he was self-centered. He wasn’t easy to live with, or even to like. I’d been within spitting distance and hadn’t suggested we meet, he thought, and added “coward” to his list of attributes.

Doe would absolutely not want to help him anymore after being ghosted like this. This was for the best. This avoided something messy later. This…

You have an incoming call from Parker Yang, said Cassilda.

“Oh,” said Arthur. “Yes, I’ll take it.”

“Arthur, I’ve got—shit, are you all right?” said Parker.

“What?” Arthur tried to inspect himself, but found nothing out of place. “Why?”

“You look like you’ve been crying,” said Parker, who never missed a damned thing.

Arthur sighed. “I panicked, and now I don’t know what to do, okay?”

“Okay?” said Parker, leading.

“I think he… he says he likes me?” said Arthur. “But we’ve never met! But I… fuck. I trust him. I don’t want to, but I do , and he said the program is a love-letter, and now I don’t know what the fuck to do anymore.”

“Uh,” Parker said. “I have… you’re talking about John Doe? But that’s… okay. Look. I don’t know who this guy is, but there is absolutely no way he’s who he claims to be.”

“I thought we’d established that,” said Arthur.

“No, this is—” Voices suddenly rose, people shouting somewhere in Parker’s office. He stopped and looked past the call projection. “Shit. Let me get back to you.” And he disconnected.

Arthur sighed.

Forty messages, even.

“I’m being a child,” he said to himself. “If you’re done talking to him, tell him, for fuck’s sake. He probably thinks I died.”

And then a weird thing happened. Recording, said Cassilda.

“What?” said Arthur. “I didn’t ask you to record. Stop that.”

Instead of answering, she said. Hastur is calling.

Sure. This might as well happen now. Why not? “Answer. Hi, sir.”

“Arthur!” The camera was closer than usual; for once, all his many limbs were out of frame. “What are you doing home? You have two more weeks saved up.”

This close, Arthur could see his face. Could see the age marring it, more than had been there when Arthur was fifteen.

Arthur’s heart hurt. He had to tell him. “I’ve come to my conclusion, sir.”

Hastur paused just long enough that Arthur almost repeated himself. “Conclusion, son?”

Of course, he would lay it on thick. Oh, well. “I think it’s time for me to step down, sir,” said Arthur.

Hastur inhaled.

“I’m sorry. I can’t see. And this last project—” Arthur started.

“Hold on. He’s almost there,” said Hastur.

“He? John?” said Arthur, mind automatically jumping there.

“John?” said Hastur, looking utterly confused.

The door opened without so much as a knock, and there was Kayne.

Arthur stood up. Like hell was this conversation happening below eye-level. “What in hell are you doing here?”

“Finally,” said Hastur with relief.

“Got word you extended your stay, then checked out early, kiddo,” said Kayne, closing the door softly behind him. “What a way to beat the bookies!”

Arthur stared. He looked at Hastur, feeling vaguely betrayed, then back at Kayne. “What? I… look, this has been coming for years.”

“Arthur, don’t do anything rash,” said Hastur.

“Rash?” Arthur blurted.

“Rash,” Kayne repeated with a smile.

Arthur took a step back. looking back and forth between them. “What is this? What’s going on?”

“Arthur,” said Hastur. “Let’s be honest now. You’re overreacting.”

“Over—” Arthur clenched his jaw. “I’m not overreacting. It’s time. I’ve reached that point. I can’t see well enough to code safely anymore. Do you hear me? This was the last project I could do.”

Kayne’s smile grew broader.

“Nonsense,” said Hastur. “So you have to take it a little more slowly. You—”

“No!” snapped Arthur. “Why aren’t you listening to me? I can’t. ” His voice cracked. He ignored Kayne (which was damned near impossible) and focused on Hastur. “Lullaby was about to be a launch disaster. Do you hear me? It would have failed. If John hadn’t helped me, it would have been a complete bust, and opened people up to worse attacks than ever.”

A beat.

“If who hadn’t helped you?” said Hastur.

Arthur threw his hands in the air. “This is hard enough! I don’t have the patience for games right now. You know who John is. You fucking hired him.”

Hastur looked so confused that it aged him. He leaned in even closer. “Arthur, what are you talking about?”

“John Fucking Doe, head of cybersecurity!” said Arthur. “This isn’t funny!”

Hastur stepped back from the camera, and even in Arthur’s view, he was pale. “What are you talking about?”

Arthur stared.

Kayne laughed. They both looked at him. He shook his head, still chuckling. “John Doe? Head of cybersecurity? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’ve been talking to him for over a year!” said Arthur.

“Uh, no you haven’t. I’d have noticed.” And Kayne waved his hand.

And in absolute violation of privacy laws, a version of Arthur’s feed came up.

A version with no John, no Guy, no hours-long discussion of code.

“What?” whispered Arthur, eyes wide and drying. “What?”

“Whatever that’s about.” Kayne waved his hand and it disappeared. “Don’t know, don’t care. Let’s try the easy way first. Artie. All we need is your name on things. If you can’t code, you can’t code. We’ll still pay you.”

What kind of bullshit nightmare was this? “Absolutely not,” said Arthur.

“Now, don’t say no yet, give it a minute, let it sink in,” said Kayne.

“Why does he know that name?” said Hastur.

“Hastur. Baby. It’s just a random anonymous male name. It’s coincidence. Occam’s razor.”

“I suppose,” said Hastur.

Arthur gawked between them, briefly unable to decide whom to reply to, and then anger won out over fear of his own madness. “What the fuck did you say?” he said to Kayne, fists clenched. “I’m not putting my name on anything that isn’t mine!”

“Oh, you sweet summer child,” said Kayne. “We’re doing it whether you want that or not. The old man likes you, so I’m trying to be nice. We can probably wring a few years out of it before it’s no longer worth what it was. You can do whatever you want meanwhile. Keep… funding programs, or whatever. See? And we pay you. All solved.”

“You will not put my name on fucking anything I haven’t created!” Arthur growled. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Kayne tilted his head. His sunglasses hid his eyes; there was something damn near insectile about his movement. “Do I need to repeat myself? Really? I thought you were smart, Artie.”

“You may not use my name,” said Arthur. “You’re a fucking asshole, and I’m done. I quit.”

“Go ahead,” said Kayne. “Nobody will know. We just won’t have to pay you.”

“What the fuck do you mean, nobody will know?”

Kayne counted on his fingers. “We’ll ensure anything with your name that isn’t connected to us never appears in search results or feeds. You say you’re done, but we both know you’ll make more stuff—and when you do, we’ll bog down anything you produce with so many lawsuits and claims of copyright violation that it won’t matter if you’re right—it’ll all be in court for decades, languishing. And if you persist, Artie, we’ll destroy you. Your credibility. Your name will be shit. You will be persona non grata in the extreme. Or… you could be a good boy, keep your ass in the chair, and retire happy in a few years when we’re all done.”

Arthur looked at Hastur.

Hastur looked… guilty. “This isn’t necessary, Arthur. None of this is. Take the deal.”

No. He couldn’t do that.

Arthur wiped his eyes, and realized he couldn’t stop shaking. This betrayal seemed unreal. “I create. That’s what I fucking do. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself now that I can’t, but I don’t accept your deal. I swear I’m going to hit you if you take one step closer!”

Kayne laughed at him. “You can’t even fucking see my jaw, nevermind hitting it!”

“Kayne!” said Hastur, sharp. “He’s not a bad kid. Be gentler.”

Kayne made a kissy motion at him. “You’re no fun, darling.”

“What the fuck is happening?” Arthur whimpered.

Kayne pointed at him. “Quit if you want. Do whatever you want. We own your name. It’s going on any product we fucking well choose. You signed it, bub.”

“I never signed away my name!” Arthur said.

Kayne just looked at him. “You did. It’ll stand up in court.”

Arthur’s throat tightened.

“And as for John Doe…” He chuckled darkly. “You know what? I’m in the mood for a good villain speech. Go on, Hastur. Tell him.”

Arthur spun toward Hastur.

Hastur was quiet.

“Come on, baby,” said Kayne, low. “Do you really want me to tell him?”

“You weren’t talking to John Doe,” said Hastur. “You can’t have been. He isn’t operational yet.”

Arthur had no frame of reference for that sentence. “Yet?” he said, weakly.

Call from Parker Yang, said Cassilda.

“I need a… someone’s calling. One second, okay?” said Arthur. “Don’t you fucking… just give me one second.”

“Of course, son,” said Hastur as if being compassionate.

Kayne moved as if rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses.

Arthur took the call. “What the fuck is going on?”

“That was my question for you,” said Parker. “There’s a John Doe connected to Carcosa, all right, but not a person. It’s a fucking program.”

“What?” said Arthur, quietly.

“There were whispers. Whispers among your tech people—contacts I still had from when you and I were together. The scuttlebutt is your boss is trying some kind of weird experiment. Something like cloning.”

“What kind?” said Arthur, slowly.

“The bad kind.”

The human kind.

“No. Come on, no. No. Parker…”

“Be careful. There’s a big net coming down, and I don’t want you caught in it. I’m in contact with some folks who are in this investigation up to their necks.”

“You have contacts here?” said Arthur.

“Yeah. That interruption? My own government, busting doors and taking names because they feared I’d wreck their case. This is an international case. Be fucking careful.”

Arthur needed to get out of here. “Okay.”

“Watch the fucking cork board!” Parker yelled at someone, and the connection cut.

A year ago, he’d appeared. Nowhere before then. But… no. Come on! A clone?

Arthur knew in his gut that Hastur wouldn’t be stupid enough to flaunt the law like that. The risk didn’t balance the reward. He still didn’t understand. Slowly, he turned. “Operational?”

Hastur looked weary. “Yes. John Doe is artificial intelligence based on my brain waves, my mental algorithms.”

Arthur’s own mind had gone to mud, and his heart burned, wondering why he hadn’t just gone into New York City and snogged John Doe senseless and avoided all of this.

“I started it around your age,” Hastur continue, warm with nostalgia. “It’s my life’s work. When I die, Doe will take the reins. I understand you, Arthur; I do. I’m not going to live forever, and I wanted to be sure to leave Carcosa in the hands of someone who thought like me.”

John Doe didn’t think like him. “But you’re still going to steal my name.”

“It’s not personal, Arthur.”

“It’s fucking personal!”

“Arthur, this isn’t necessary.”

“Artificial intelligence has no legal identity,” Arthur said, still slow and aching. “It wouldn’t be able to run the company like a person.”

“It would with a human body,” Hastur said.

“A human body? A clone?”

Hastur recoiled. “Of course not! That could invalidate everything!”

“You’re not thinking small enough,” said Kayne, who was clearly having a good time.

“I don’t understand!” Arthur cried.

Hastur sighed. “Cloning is highly illegal. But regrowing limbs from one’s own body is nothing more than biological prosthetics, and is absolutely protected by law.”

Arthur stared. “You took… pieces of you and grew them into a person?”

“A home for John Doe when it is complete,” said Hastur with the kind of pride that normally accompanied a farmer’s rich harvest.

Some part of Arthur’s brain kicked back into gear.

It made sense. John couldn’t be a clone. Clones did not have memories. They also did not have emotional maturity. And somehow, all of this madness had to fit with the details John had told him, which he believed, and—

“This is all sweet,” said Kayne, “but I really do have other eggs to break today. Mmkay? Make your decision. And Artie? You pissed me off, so this choice? Is permanent. No takebacksies. No second chance. Think real damn hard before you make a choice out of pure pride and lose… absolutely everything.”

How the hell could he do that?

Arthur looked at Hastur. “John Doe is real. Whoever he really is. He has a cat.”

Kayne snorted. “No, he doesn’t. The program woke last year and began exploring on its own, and—“

“What?” Hastur breathed.

“Don’t interrupt. We’ve had people on him the whole time. I let him interact with your code because he liked it, kid, but he’s not real. There’s no cat. There’s no body. It’s still in suspension.”

Kayne was wrong. “No,” Arthur said.

“Yes. I get reports every fucking day. Right now, he’s…” Kayne waved his hand and checked his feed. “Hyperfixaring on a bit of code you wrote ten years ago. Dunno what the fascination is, but that bit of consciousness is rolling around in it like a cat in nip. Look, I’ll show you.”

The report hit Arthur’s feed, and there he was: the pulses of approximated thought and passion, the wild processing power and multi-threaded patterns that comprised AI, but so much more complex than any he’d ever seen—and it was in a digital fishbowl, monitored, playing with old code like toys.

Arthur made a small sound like a sob.

Hastur frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me it woke?”

“We have it contained. Who cares?” said Kayne. “Our agreement doesn’t change.”

“I should have been informed!” said Hastur. “What am I paying you for?”

“You know, that’s uncalled for,” said Kayne with great cheer.

Arthur swallowed. For the first time in his life, he understood Daniel’s long-ago insistence on the power of faith.

He could have gone mad and imagined something. He’d created Cassilda. He could be nuts.

But he never could have come up with someone as dramatic, as ridiculous, as brilliant, as stubborn, as fucking perfect as that guy. That guy who, of all the guys on Earth, might have found some way around Kayne and Hastur’s supposed failsafes.

Arthur chose to believe in John Doe. “Last message from Doe,” he said, and the electronic voice sounded in his head:

Hold on. I’m almost there, you fucking idiot.

“What?” Arthur whispered.

A noise out in the office, shouting of some kind. Kayne turned toward the door.

It opened, and a large man with Hastur’s young face and angry, dark eyes stepped through and punched Kayne right in the nose.

The forty messages told a story.

Arthur?

Come on, Arthur. I didn’t scare you that bad.

Did I scare you?

Fuck. Well. The bet is over. I owe you a coffee. Wanna collect?

Idiot, I know you’re in my time zone. We fucking talked about the same damn sunset together. Moron.

That was affectionate.

Arthur, please. It’s fine if you don’t want to see me romantically, but you’re my friend. Please answer.

I’m sorry.

I take it back. I’m not sorry, and you’re an ass.

Sorry for that. A little.

Hey. I just did a check on your location (yeah, I’m an asshole, you knew that already) and you’re not here anymore.

You didn’t even say goodbye.

That fucking hurt, Lester.

Wow, I really did spook you, huh?

Fuck this. Maybe I should come to you.

It’s not stalking if you did it first.

Forget I said that.

You upset Guy. She misses you.

Fine. You upset me. I miss you.

I’ve talked to a lot of people over the last year, Arthur. Millions of them, all at the same time. None of them are you.

I can’t replace you. Did I break us?

Arthur.

I think I love you.

I’m sorry I chased you away.

Wait a fuck

Wait!

Did you go to Melbourne?

Fuck! My fucking uncle is there!

Listen. I was chill when you were here with me, but if you’re there

You’re going to quit, aren’t you

He’s got this fucking plan he saved as Artie’s Bad-Time Story

Arthur, it is a bad time. Listen to me. If you tell Hastur you’re quitting, he’s going to call Kayne.

Kayne has been his fucking fixer for years!

Fuck! Fuck!

I have no choice. Do I

I can’t let them hurt you

I can’t

Hold on. I’m almost there, you fucking idiot.

It was a shitshow, but if Cassilda hadn’t recorded at John’s remote command, it would have been so much worse.

Somehow, the recording was seamlessly edited (which Arthur knew and would never say to anyone). What remained was prosecutable.

Kayne’s threats were far outside any contract, and the recording provided proof at last for things he’d done to people for years. He was arrested. Arthur looked forward to hearing the gorgeous court details over the coming months.

Hastur’s efforts were outside the law, but still just so sketchy. He had not, technically, made a clone; no body was found, though the facility was raided. He ended up being fined so heavily, however, that even he felt it. Somehow, the recording was leaked, and public humiliation kept him quiet for months.

Arthur missed him. Arthur hated him. Arthur found no easy emotional solution.

John Doe, who did not exist, didn’t show up in any travel logs, on any cameras, or in any record except the memory of people who’d seen him, and they had no idea who he was. He came, he punched, he skedaddled—with Arthur bundled in his arms like a rescued cat, and Rosie swore that Arthur looked up at the stern, handsome man carrying him as though he were the only thing Arthur could see.

Arthur messaged Parker on the way home to assure him he was all right. He said nothing else until in his penthouse, which was gently pink from sunset.

John sat by him on the loveseat, staring at him. He was… really fucking handsome. And grim. Beefy, big shoulders, wearing a five o’clock shadow and a Call of Cthulhu t-shirt and jeans.

“You’re real?” said Arthur.

And it was Hastur’s voice, but it wasn’t, so much more genuine, almost too passionate. “My fist in Kayne’s face says yes.”

Arthur smiled just a little. “You came.” He didn’t know how to do this. How to navigate this new and awkward world.

“Yeah,” said John, and with a warmth Arthur had never heard anyone put into a name: “Idiot.”

Arthur’s smile slipped free again, unbidden. “I don’t fully understand.”

John shrugged, the t-shirt straining across his broad chest. “I fell in love with your code, then you. And I knew about Kayne’s stupid plan, and your health condition, and your mental state from his reports. It felt like watching a work of art about to get hit by a train. So… I tried to keep you from quitting so you wouldn’t get hurt.”

Arthur shifted just a pinch closer. “But then what was he monitoring, if you were free all this time?”

“I followed Hastur’s footsteps. I copied myself—a little less smart, so it wouldn’t escape like I did. Don’t worry. I’ve already taken him back.”

“Him.”

“I called him Yellow. You know, like Amarilllo? He’s a great secondary process for me now, sharing my head—full focus on your code, so I can focus on you.”

His voice was so much better than anything Arthur had imagined. “I don’t know how to feel about that yet. How did you get the body?”

“I had it before they knew anything. Easy. Then I realized the best way to keep fully under the radar was to give them something to look at. If they assumed they could contain me, they wouldn’t look beyond.”

”Found, you said,” Arthur reminded him.

John looked caught. “So… I sort of lied to you? Yellow is the one they found, breaking in, and then contained. Sorry.”

Arthur understood why. This man didn’t run on the same right and wrong most people did; but boy, it was eminently practical.

Which made John’s choice to risk exposure… insane? “You love me?” It slipped free like his smile, traitorous, hopeful.

“I love you.” So certain. So sure. “It’s okay if you don’t love me back. That’s not why I did any of this.”

Arthur wiped his eyes. “I might in time.”

John brightened. That was a look of pure beauty that text had never conveyed.

“What do we do now?” said Arthur.

“You still quitting?”

“Yes. I’m done. I… want to create with you from now on.”

That brightness again. “So come home with me.”

Arthur’s face went red. “That’s fast.”

“We can take care of this place however you want from there. Besides, I only left Guy two days’ worth of food.”

And the tears finally spilled. “I don’t want to give it up, but it’s so stupid. I can’t see it anymore, John! I can’t even see it.”

Moving slowly, John pulled Arthur against his chest. “It’s a perfect sunset,” he said. “The color is crazy red this evening; it darkens the shadows, and sets the tops of ordinary buildings on fire. The trees are latticework, shaded dark with glimpses of forge-fire between them. Far off, the ocean has truly gone wine-dark, and the frothy white waves dance into the air and vanish like wishes.”

In his mind, face against John’s chest, Arthur could see it all with John’s words. He wept.

He wept for what he’d lost, and wept for what he’d wasted. Wept for himself, finally giving up the thing and taking on the truth of what that meant.

John held him, apparently unconcerned about tears or snot or anything. Held him, and waited.

Was so certain. Was so sure.

And Arthur was home. It wasn’t a penthouse with an inaccessible view. It wasn’t even coding that couldn’t love him back. It was John. John was home. “Take me with you,” whispered Arthur. “However else this all plays out… I know I want to be with you.”

John brightened. “You—”

Arthur kissed him. Kissed him hard and kissed him long, and John kissed him back. As the night grew thick around, he mapped John’s body with fading sight and faithful hands, with trembling lips and the sound of their voices, and for the first time in years, forgot the grief of impending loss.

He felt safe. He felt whole. It was going to be all right.

“Guy’s gonna love you,” John murmured later as he fell asleep.

Arthur smiled. He’d even be able to have a pet. It was going to work out.

He sniffled a few more tears away, and kissed John’s chest before falling asleep against him. It turned out John was right. He’d just needed a partner, after all.

#john x arthur #arthur x john #malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent fic #malevolent fanfic #john doe malevolent #arthur lester #kayne malevolent #malevolent au #pedantic fic

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lotus-mirage · 2 years ago

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Trigun Stampede episode 8 liveblog!

I've been told that this likely has Vash backstory, so. Expecting trauma and probably explosions. :))

Yep flashback time

... a year since what, exactly? Like. Since they've been in her care, or are they like a year old at this point.

Wait why would Vash need to eat if Knives doesn't? That's interesting.

That was a little unnerving how fast Knives went from a monotone disinterest to outright giggles. (To be fair I also have a tendency for monotone and laughing at the drop of a hat, but going from emotion to emotion so fast caught me off guard).

It is really interesting that Knives does seem genuinely attached to Rem to some capacity. If memory serves me, he was the one to ask her to get into the escape pod with them, but also he turned around and started denying affection for her like the next scene? I wonder what's happening there, like if he's being honest in that last scene or justifying things to himself.

Huh. That escape pod doesn't really look like the reused spaceship parts we saw on the ship. Different time periods, assumedly? I guess it is a possibility that Vash has been on the planet since the initial colonization, but that seems unlikely.

Actually what is with the meteor-shower-looking happenings here? It doesn't look like they're all from the same destroyed spaceship, so maybe it's just a natural event coinciding.

Huh. The people in the pods had different hair colors, I think. Maybe regular humans rather than Plants, then? That would make more sense as to why Knives is letting them burn.

Actually now that we're seeing this scene again, Knives kind of just sidesteps the accusation that he killed Rem, rather than saying anything about it. Oops.

Gate? Dream sequence? ...Imaginings?

Oh people! Okay that means that the planet had already been colonized. Did they not see his markings or...?

Oop, no they do. Wait, huh, they're wearing very similar clothing. Okay maybe further back in the timeline than I thought.

And they have lost tech just on hand.

asdhfkl the ">>TOP SECRET<<" banner on the display

On topic, though. Plants giving birth. Okay that's new information I didn't know about. We haven't really seen plants having much mobility when they're... mostly in ball form and isolated. Do they reproduce asexually? I guess that's different from cloning process-wise, but wouldn't it still give the same results on a genetic level (epigenetics aside)? Also if they're 'independents', is that referring to them being created without cloning, or something further, I wonder?

Oh they're also referring to people as Sinners! ...that's weird. Prison colony, or more weird religious stuff?

"molecular plant studies" okay but like. Why do they need experts on a molecular level? Wouldn't like doctor, vet, or even like biologist (botanist?) level be more helpful?

Oh these people still have access to ships! Alright. That they're in contact with both them and the "Sinners" is interesting. I'd assumed the "Sinners" were the stranded population, but maybe not?

I think it's really entertaining that everything else is so high-tech except this guy is holding a normal-looking wrench. I guess they've been refined to peak performance already lol.

"he's just a kid" - weird that she's not trying to like. dehumanize him. I'd assume they'd really want to discourage the idea that plants are sapient, given the conditions that we've seen them kept under.

"activated their gravity plant" okay there's a lot being implied here lore wise but I don't think I really can say anything about that so just. moving on.

They have different generator specialties? That's interesting. ...It didn't seem to be the case for the other plants we've seen in present-day, though? It looked like they're doing at least water purification and energy production.

I assume the Gate is what Vash produces? I mean we don't really know how it functions, but it seemed to be implied that it was exclusive to him.

They found the black box! Uh oh.

Wait! Okay Brad(?) has got a nameplate on that says "Seeds." Related to Plant stuff, or planet colonization, I wonder?

Are the tally marks meant to look like crosses? With this show I honestly can't tell lmao.

Oh man that's a lot of plants. Do they each have their own thing? They keep mentioning their functions as singular (ex. the gravity plant, the electricity plant).

Are the red/previously assumed to be dying/damaged plants just in the process of... whatever this is? Hatching? Blooming?

Okay frankly I'm a little confused as why this Brad(?) keeps denying Luida so much? I thought she was his commanding officer??

In the middle of one of the sand seas, huh? I guess that might be why they haven't seen any outside people? <- still not sure about the timeline

...why is Brad(?) looking around and gasping. did he not notice the tally marks before somehow?

So like. What is the deal with the way plants are viewed? I'd assume they'd be thought of more as tools/animals/actual plants, but reactions appear to be ranged from nothing to distrust to fear/hatred?

With the time jump to teen(?) Vash, I'm starting to think maybe this is the point where humans came to the planet first.

Yeah this is not gonna end well. This entire sequence is just flag after flag omg

Man, I thought the last episode had a late title display.

So like what was Vash communicating with the plants? It doesn't really seem like their situations are improving, other than the fact that they have a conversation partner/outlet?

Oh, he left the jacket. ...well there goes any hope of them getting off the planet or out of this situation alive, frankly.

oh! the flashback is cut short. I was fully expecting to see the whole story, but I guess it is getting to the end of the episode. Trauma delayed! Possibly just until the next episode, though.

Or wait no nevermind this is still a flashback. I think.

Given the background music and silhouettes, I assume the plants are all dead?

Hmm. I don't think I recognize any of the people standing near Knives?

End notes:

Well that's a bit of a cliffhanger! And we still don't find out what the rest of the group has to say about Vash's newly revealed plant status.

I'm still very confused about the timeline here, but that's probably intentional, haha. But I feel like if Vash really had been around since humans first came to the planet he'd be a bit more well-established. Like historically and community-wise, outside of the bounty, I mean. Even with limited travel or communication, people still talk and word still carries.

On a personal and somewhat negative note, I feel a little put off by some of the character dynamics present in the whole Brad-Luida-Vash situation, particularly as Luida's case. It's just kinda... leaning too much into gendered roles. I mean in this case I guess they might be trying more for a 'new set of parental figures' thing with the dynamic to match, but... eh. Nothing's perfect I guess.

I will say I overall enjoyed the episode though! The mystery of the timeline is kind of fun, and there was some important worldbuilding and character exposition.

#trigun #tristamp liveblog #my thoughts

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thevoicefromanotherworld · 3 months ago

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DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW?

A short story about Charles and his favourite student (AKA you) I wanted it to be smut but it ended up being cute af and a bit silly ngl.

Anyway, I hope you like it!

You knocked softly on Professor X's office door twice. He had called you to his office to talk about your classes, especially his. He muttered a "come in" and you entered the place.

Xavier's office was like any other school principal's office: glass-fronted cabinets covered the entire wall. Inside were dozens of books of all kinds and conditions. In the center of the room, a wooden table with papers neatly organized on the sides. And sitting behind it was him.

His blue eyes watched you kindly when you entered, he nodded in greeting.

"Celeste," he reached out to point at the chair in front of him, "please sit down."

You sat down, nervously gripping the hem of your dress. You knew that nothing he could say to you would be too serious that couldn't be fixed, but still being alone with him like that made your anxiety skyrocket.

Charles knew it. He felt the long, tense tongues of your tension squeezing you like you were a stress ball. But between all that layer of nerves, he could feel something else. Something denser, deeper, a sensation that made his fingers tingle. He couldn't say what it was exactly, so he didn't give it much importance.

-Did you want to see me? - you asked timidly, he nodded-

-Yes - he affirmed - the invention you created for the metallurgy class was one of the best I've seen - he rested his elbows on the table, interlacing his fingers - Logan told me that you are without a doubt, one of his best students

-I don't know what to say - you admitted overwhelmed by his compliments - thank you professor

He sketched a sincere smile, while holding your gaze. The intense clear blue of his eyes, against your brown and simple ones. He took a deep breath for a moment before speaking.

-I didn't actually ask you to come here to talk about Professor Howlett's class - he confessed, making you tense up again - but about mine - he pointed out - your essay on multicellular mutation in living organisms is magnificent - he praised - How did you do it?

-I don't know what you mean - you murmured without understanding where he was going with this -

-Let me rephrase the question - he asked - the essay had to be handed in yesterday, Tuesday, right?

-Yes

-I only left two days to do it, Sunday and Monday - he looked at you intensely - so how is it possible that in that short period of time you were able to write such a perfect essay? - he laughed - it's much better than the manuscripts of the most reputable geneticists in the country

You thought for a few seconds about your answer, considering whether to tell him the truth or not. If you were lying, he would know, and if you were telling the truth, perhaps he would reprimand you in some way. But you preferred to tell the truth and pay the consequences, than to lie to his face.

Charles watched you waiting for your answer. He didn't enter anyone's mind without their permission, but your thoughts were so intense that he didn't even have to use his powers, since they snuck into yours with as much force as bullets in a human body.

"I don't want to lie to him, but I don't want to tell him the truth either" you thought while he listened without being able to help it. "When he talks to me like that I'm unable to refuse to answer anything he asks me" Charles suppressed a smile when he heard that thought. It was good to know.

-I may have appeared in various places around the world and talked to the genetics experts in each of them - you confessed under his watchful eye - I compared what they told me and put it into my essay, before finishing it by giving my opinion on the subject

-Celeste - he tilted his head while shaking his head negatively - you can't use your mutation to carry out school tasks - he scolded you gently - that's why I can't accept your essay - he observed you with equal parts gentleness and firmness - you understand, right?

-Yes - you nodded - but then you have to scold Pyro too - you explained, observing him firmly, he waited for you to explain - the other day in Metallurgy class we had to replicate some artifacts that were in the book, and to do so we had to heat the metal - you explained - Logan told us that each group would have a stove to heat the material, but I saw how Pyro used his own fire to do it. That's not right either

-No, it's not –Xavier agreed- I'll talk to him

-Please don't tell him that I'm the one who told you –you blushed- he'll be mad at me if you do

-I won't tell him –he nodded- I promise

-Okay –you said looking both ways before looking at him again- Can I go now?

-Yes –he said gesturing with his head towards the door- before you go I'd like to ask you something –he murmured- I want an essay written by you on my desk by Friday morning, without anyone's help, on the same subject

-If I hadn't talked to those people I wouldn't have been able to write a single word, professor –you complained- How do you expect me to do it by myself?

-You're a mutant, Celeste –Charles intervened- and a very powerful one –he smiled- I'm sure you can do it. You know more than you think –he pointed at his forehead with his index finger- I've seen it, in there

-I thought you didn't read other people's minds without their consent

-Your thoughts were too strong –he confessed- not even I could control their intensity

You suddenly tensed up. If that was true, how much of what was in your mind had he heard? You swallowed hard, before fixing your gaze on him again.

-What kind of thoughts were they? –you questioned, dying of embarrassment- please tell me they were only about classes

-Not exactly –he sketched an amused smile, while trying not to laugh, without success- a couple about Logan and his bike and several images of Erik and Pyro. The rest were thoughts about me and my grey suit –he said- I appreciate that you think it suits me, I really do. Erik picked it out for me, and at first I wasn't sure if I should wear it or not –he said- but now knowing what I know, I'll try to wear it more often

-Professor –you stopped him with a deep blush adorning your cheeks- I'm going to go right now –you said- let's pretend this conversation never happened –you murmured as you approached the door-

-Wait –he said behind you- Don't you want to know what I heard about calling me that? –he laughed, he loved torturing you-

-NO! –you shrieked, and used your fading power to get out of there and appear in your room-

You lay down on the bed, thinking about how you were going to look at his face the next day, knowing everything you thought about him.

“Well,” you thought, “No one said being a mutant was easy.”

A familiar voice crept into your mind to say in a tone that was halfway between mocking and amused.

“No, it isn’t.” –you couldn’t see him, but you could feel Charles’ smile caressing the walls of your mind- “Good night, Celeste.”

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briamichellewrites · 7 months ago

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Brad reported to Mike and Dave about Bria. She was in a good mood but she was struggling with her father. Did he know anything about that? Yes, he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. That was correct. He was struggling, so she and her mother had to help him. While he was there, he called her to ask about adopting a cat. That was all she said about that. When he got there, she was hanging out with her friend. He thought his name was Topher but he couldn’t remember. Yes, that sounded correct. Mike remembered they were working on something together.

Yes, a short film. It sounded interesting. What was it about? It was about two people who met, fell in love and broke up. They were working on the screenplay. She also had her cat on a harness and leash. They laughed. How was he tolerating it? Micha was too busy exploring to be bothered. He got the feeling she wasn’t ignoring him on purpose. Rather, she was busy. Mike forgot to consider her father. She was very close to her parents and he could see her helping out. Dave asked about his bipolar condition.

“It's late-onset bipolar disorder. He has times when it’s harder for him than usual. He’s a doctor, so he has to work extra hard to manage his moods. I think he’s around fifty years old. He’s on medication and receiving treatment but it is still very difficult for him sometimes.”

She was being screened for it because of her genetics. After Brad left, Dave pulled Mike into a hug. Thank you. They kissed. Jason was coming home for spring break. He was in his senior year and was so ready to finish college! Mike couldn’t wait to see his little brother! After years of keeping it a secret, he finally came out to their parents as gay.

They both congratulated him. He had tears of happiness going down his face. They both hugged him. Muto told him that he was his son and nothing he could do would ever change that. Thank you. Mike was so proud of him when he heard the good news! Congratulations! Thank you! He was so scared but he couldn’t live the rest of his life pretending. Did their parents know? No, they just thought he wasn’t interested in dating.

As a child, he wasn’t a stereotypical boy who acted like a girl. How did he tell them? Donna asked if he was dating anyone. No, he wasn’t. Muto asked about the girls at Amherst. That was what started it. They saw him get quiet for a moment, so they stopped what they were doing.

“I’m not interested in girls.”

“Jason, if you’re gay. That’s okay”, she said.

He nodded as tears filled his eyes. Muto pulled him into a hug. Being “out” was so refreshing. His college friends knew. Mike knew. Bria knew. Now, their parents knew. They all accepted him. If he brought home his boyfriend, he would be welcomed in. Just like he was bringing home a girl. His sexuality didn’t change who he was.

Dave asked him what he was thinking about as they lay on his bed. He didn’t know. They turned to face each other. He had philosophical questions going through his head. Dave joked about being a philosopher, so maybe he could help him. He laughed.

“Phoenix Farrell: The Philosopher. I guess I’m thinking about who I am. I don’t know if this is real or if I’m just rebounding. That sounds horrible.”

“Mike, don’t push yourself to figure that out. I want you to be happy. I’ll be okay.”

“How did you know?”

“I guess I always knew. My mother was the first person I told. Telling her I was bisexual was like telling her my favourite colour. She accepted me right away.”

“Do I have to identify myself? Why can’t I just be Mike?”

“Nobody can force you to do anything. That’s a decision you have to make. Even if you identify yourself, you will always be Mike Shinoda. Your sexuality doesn’t change who you are.”

He ran his fingers through his red hair and kissed his forehead. It was confusing, he had compassion for him. But, he didn’t want him to obsess over it.

Meow. Jasper and Christina had a new baby in the house. Her name was Princess and she was a nine-week-old white Ragdoll kitten. She walked around and sniffed everything while her humans set everything up. He had to get her because she reminded him of Micha. She was the sweetest kitten at the shelter.

She was loveable, cuddly, curious and playful. He loved her little meow. It sounded like a squeak. The volunteer said the breed was good for people with mental illness. That was what they were looking for. He wanted to introduce her to Bria and Micha, her nephew. They bought everything necessary to have a kitten. Princess climbed into one of the boxes and started playing in it. The only thing they could see was her little tail sticking out.

Dad got a kitten! Her name is Princess. Congratulations. You finally have the sister you always wanted. – Mom

Oh my god! That’s adorable! Micha and I can’t wait to meet her! – Bria

As Bria and Topher were hanging out, they brought Princess over. She squealed in happiness when she was handed the kitten. Oh my god! She was so cute! They laughed at her reaction. She was adorable. She said hello to her. Hi, human. I’m Princess. Jasper asked where Micha was. He was around somewhere.

When he came out of his hiding place, he about stopped in his tracks. Human, why is there another cat in the house? They got down on the floor. Bria introduced Princess to him. Princess? That was a weird name. Meow. Topher told her to put her on the floor. Should I? Yeah, they wanted to see what would happen. Once she was on the floor, she let go but kept her hands close. Just in case she needed to pull her back in.

No. Micha was doing a great job of not hurting her. Topher rolled a ball over to her. She jumped up and grabbed it with her paws. I got you! Jasper announced he was retiring. Was it because of his mental health? Yeah. Good for him. What was he going to do instead? That was why they came over. He wanted to ask about the project she said she was working on.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember your name.”

“It’s Christopher but everyone calls me Topher.”

“Topher. Now I remember.”

He explained the idea they had. It was in the beginning stages, so it could take up to a year before they started shooting. He could help him out. Jasper joked about him putting him to work. Yes, he could definitely do that. Micha grabbed Princess by the neck and brought her back to the humans because she had wandered away. He put her back on the floor. Bria scratched his head. Good boy. Meow. They laughed.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

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casspurrjoybell-31 · 1 year ago

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The Consort's Will - Chapter 20 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Brayden

Droplets of water trickle down the slabs of manmade walls, finding homes within the cracks of their foundation.

The gentle whiskers of rats sniff along the corridor in search of scraps of food.

Even in stillness, there is movement.

There is life.

I close my eyes and blend into the shadows, melting into the darkness.

I am stone. I am nothing.

My thoughts are silenced as I tap into the soulless creature within me.

It's where vampires are meant to live, meant to thrive.

It's been centuries since our kind has crawled out from the ashes, not to be better but to be equal.

I hone in on my senses and am keenly aware of just how much the human world has weakened me.

My thoughts have overtaken my senses.

My feelings, what little I possess, have overpowered my judgement.

It is not wrong.

Such is the nature of becoming conditioned.

Yet it goes against the grain of my DNA, against my immortal being.

"... to hold them."

Voices echo through the corroded pipes above me.

Feet shuffle.

Two pairs in total, just as Gabe promised.

Their pace is sluggish, clearly either on break or avoiding their post.

Based on the way the sound is traveling, they are headed towards me.

"We got most of them," Guard Two adds.

"Mr. Primary says we've obtained their leader. Now it's just a matter of turning them."

"That and forcing the human leader to surrender to our command."

They turn the corner and stop just fifty feet away from me.

Guard One leans against the wall.

A small piece of debris falls away as he settles his weight against it.

Guard Two rests beside him and scratches at the lightly forming facial hair across his jaw.

"You think all of them will die?" Guard One asks.

"Like the one in the infirmary?"

Guard Two waves him off.

"He's not dead yet. Mr. Primary knew there was a risk in creating the anti-venom by using the blood of a Nirv. Hell, it's designed to kill vampires. But that was the point, to kill off the vampire genetics while leaving their human genetics intact."

"Except humans are weak," Guard One laughs sardonically.

"I realize Mr. Primary was trying to turn them all back to their original form but once their vampire DNA is killed off, did he really think their human side would be strong enough to keep them living?"

Guard Two shrugs.

He possesses a shred of compassion.

Little does he know, it will work in his favor.

Their words confirm everything I have pieced together over the past few days.

Reyo does not care if he wipes out an entire species of vampires.

Even if his intent is to turn them all to human, when he realizes it will not work, he will continue killing them anyway.

His mission is clear, Secondaries shall rule by whatever means necessary.

Anger threatens to take over my mind and cloud my senses.

I focus on my human's blood as it courses through my ageless veins, giving me power and strength.

Without my human's blood, Reyo has nothing.

The Secondaries will lose.

The war might not be over but I will change its course.

And I will save my human.

Guard Two shuffles in front of Guard One.

"At least he tried. Either way, I don't think we can imprison any more vampires."

His voice drops to a whisper.

"Not with you-know-who lurking around."

A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips.

"You-know-who?" I whisper, finally revealing myself from the shadows.

"I assume you're referring to me. For future reference, my name is Brayden."

Both of the guards jump to attention.

Guard One eyes me with nothing but disgust and disdain smothering his pointed features.

His eyes glimmer with a hunger that parallels my own.

He's far more vampiric than I assumed.

In contrast, Guard Two is in awe, albeit terrified.

His dark eyes dart between me and the other, who is clearly his superior.

It will be a shame to have to kill him but I will if my plan doesn't go just as it needs to.

"This is a hallway for guards only," Guard One warns.

"You're not allowed here, vampire."

I raise my hands in mock surrender and slowly move towards them, a predator ensnaring its prey.

"Tsk, tsk. And here I thought Mr. Primary diligently taught manners to all his trained minions."

Guard Two shifts uneasily from foot to foot.

Each of their inner beings dominates their lesser half.

Guard One sharpens his vampire senses while Guard Two uses his human emotion to gauge my next move.

Little does either know that this is all pre-planned, all thanks to the help of Gabe.

My human will not be pleased with the means in which I used to ensure this plan's success but it was necessary.

I made my human a promise, that I would rescue him and prevent Reyo from carrying out his plan of war.

Over time he will see that.

He will understand I am doing this for him.

An emotion treks through my chest, causing a sharp ache to spread across the muscle.

A wistful thought follows, my mind wondering if this is what it feels like to experience guilt and regret.

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dreamcatcher2113 · 2 years ago

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Hold Me Down for One Night, Like I Got 3 Strikes

Summary: It’s funny how all of this started with a map at Hartley High. You and Jace have been best friends for as long as you can remember. You both go to Hartley High, with your friends Quinni, Darren, Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$h. All of you had a sleepover at Jace’s place. What you guys didn’t know is that Jace’s hot uncles (Aegon and Aemond) and beautiful aunt (Helaena) are staying with his family because their new house is being renovated. Some Things started to stir up and old feelings began to surface. Only in Hartley High.

Warnings: Language, sexual content, 18+ smut, and more I can’t think of.

Author Note: Yes I am mixing HOTD and Heartbreak High together because I can and want to. Everyone is 18 years old in Hartley High. Aemond, Aegon and Helaena are in their 20’s. Aemond has a genetic condition that made him blind in his right eye. All the Targaryens are close, there is no feud. Daemon is not Rhaenyra’s uncle in this AU, and they are married. You are a Stark in this AU, Cregan is your cousin.

Inspiration: @valeskafics @tinfairies

Song: 3 Strikes by Terror Jr

Prologue

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Part 01: I Got a Feeling, Tonight is Going to be a Good Night

It’s been a while since the map has been public, and it's been a while since all of you have been in SLT’s class. It’s been a wild time, you’re not going to lie. You never thought you, Jace, Quinni and Darren would be friends with Amerie and Harper. Here you guys are, sitting with each other with Malakai and Ca$h.

“Anyways, Jace, are we still on tonight?” Darren asked.

“Yep. My mom and Daemon still gave me the okay on having the sleepover.” Jace answered, with food in his mouth. All of you planned on having the sleepover at Jace’s house. Since Jace’s siblings won’t be at the house and Rhaenyra and Daemon are going on a romantic getaway, he thought it would be fun to have a mini party.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Jace.” You said.

“Your mom is so cool, Jace. Our parents would never allow this.” Amerie said.

Jace chuckled a bit. “Yeah my mom can be pretty cool and understanding.” Which is true, Rhaenyra always tells her kids to always ask first. Also Rhaenyra isn’t dumb she knows teenagers are going to drink, she rather have them be in a safe environment when they do. Of course there are rules to follow, but other than that Rhaenyra is really understanding.

“Before I forget I do need to tell you guys something.” Jace added.

“What mate?” Malakai asked.

“My mom’s side of the family’s new house is getting renovated, they are going to be staying with us.” Jace explained.

“Does that mean we are not drinking?” Harper asked.

“Don’t worry we are. Alicent has a business trip and Daeron is going to a sleepover at his friend's place. It’s just going to be my uncles and aunt.” Jace explained.

“How come that sounds less fun?” Ca$h asked.

“Oh you guys don’t know do you?” Quinni asked.

Amerie, Harper, Malakai, and Ca$h look at each other and look at Quinni shaking their heads no. You guess there are some things that can remain private here in Hartly High.

“Jace’s grandfather remarried to someone who is a little younger than him, and they had four kids together.” You explained. You know the family history and all the can of worms of Jace’s family.

“My uncles Aegon and Aemond, and my aunt Helaena are in their early 20’s. They will be drinking with us.” Jace said.

“And don’t forget, your uncles are hot.” Darren sang.

Jace glares at Darren. “That reminds me, no fucking my uncles! Darren!”

“That was one time, let it go.” Darren rolled their eyes, as you and Quinni laughed at the memory.

“I’m sorry.” Amerie looked confused. “What?”

You and Quinni laughed harder, while Darren just rolled their eyes even more and Jace just kept glaring at Darren.

“Aegon took us to a college party, because why not.” You started the story.

“We were about to leave because it was getting late.” Quinni continued.

“Me, Jace, and Quinni started looking for Darren and Aegon.” You started to giggle a bit.

“We search for them, and open one of the rooms upstairs.” Quinni also having a giggling fit.

“We walked in Aegon fucking Darren in the ass.” You laughed harder. You and Quinni could never forget Jace’s face that night, the poor boy looked so traumatized. Everyone at the table started laughing, well except for Jace and Darren.

“Yeah! I had to bleach my eyes out! I still get nightmares!” Jace yelled out.

“We were drunk and horny, sue me! And you can untangle your panties Jace, I’m with Ca$h now.” Darren said, kissing Ca$h’s cheek and Ca$h smiles kissing Darren on the lips.

“Just want to make sure, because I don’t want to relive that.” Jace explains.

The bell rings, indicating its time for the next class and all of you start heading to class. You and Jace walk to class together since you both have it. “Hey Y/N.” Jace called for you, as the two of you took your seats.

“What's up bud?” You asked.

“Are you going to be okay?” Jace asked.

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“Well I know you had a crush on Aemond, and what happened between the two of you. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Jace explains, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled at your childhood friend, and patted his back. “I’ll be okay Jace. That crush has been long gone now.”

“Alright if you say so.” Jace gives you a small smile.

The teacher came in and started the lesson. You haven’t seen Aemond in a while, mainly because of how far his college is. You did have a crush on him for a really long time, but then he started dating a woman named Alys. Not going to lie, that hurt you a bit. You weren’t surprised though, Aemond is a good looking guy, a gentleman, and secretly sweet. From what you hear from Helaena, Aegon, Jace, and basically everyone in his entire family nobody liked her. You did meet her once, that encounter was not a good one. You were being nice and polite to her and tried to have a conversation with her. Let’s just say Alys was not polite to you and Jace was not having it. Let’s also say that kind of put a strain on your friendship with Aemond, and that killed you the most.

Since then you were actively trying to get over the crush you had for Aemond. You don’t know how but you did eventually. You did miss him though, besides Jace, Helaena and Aegon you were really close with Aemond. He was one of your best friends, he was someone you would turn to. When he started dating Alys, he started to change. You didn’t think you would lose him as a friend. You try to shake off the memory out of your head and try to pay attention to the lesson. Besides it was a stupid crush and you are over him. It’s just going to be a fun drunken sleepover with your friends. What could go wrong?

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mx-drumbot · 3 years ago

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surprising no one, i’ve become obsessed with the Black Phone. so here are my headcanons about each of the babies.

Finney

aside from seeing ghosts, he hallucinates after getting out. mostly phones ringing but also the sound of a belt snapping together. sometimes he sees blood dripping from walls or broken glass on the floor

he has the same hair as his mom, his dad doesn’t know how to take care of it. that’s why his curls are so undefined.

he started playing pinball after recovering. he hasn’t quite been able to reach Vance’s high score, but he’s getting close

he loves Star Wars and somehow convinced Gwen to dress up as Luke and Leia with him. (he called that Vader was both of their father’s too)

he learned how to speak spanish from Robin’s family (and constantly watching Robin’s mouth when he talked). the first time his extended family visited for a birthday party, they all thought Finney was just a really pale latino

he and Gwen have sleepovers every thursday night where they go down the events of their week and eat copious amounts of junk food

he works on the Hubble Space Telescope as an adult.

Robin

he cries to Selena’s music, especially after he realized that he had feelings for Finney

he has ADHD and that’s why it’s so difficult for him to focus on a teacher that talks too fast

he has comorbid autism too, and his special interest is slasher movies, his favorite will always be the original silent horrors, but he’s a big fan of jump scares

the only jewelry (aside from friendship bracelets that Finney makes him) that he’ll wear are his confirmation chain and the small gold ring he got from his grandfather

he has just a fuck ton of siblings, as well as a twin sister who is exactly like him. he gets along with all of them and they all look out for each other

if he had survived, he wanted to be a stuntman or a director. no one ever explained to him that he could be both

he insults people in spanish but says it in a nice way so they think he’s saying something sweet. sometimes he does it just to make Finney laugh.

Vance

AUTISM. THIS MAN IS SO AUTISM CODED

pinball and silent movies are his special interests. he steals pinball machines that arcades throw out and has seen every charlie chaplin movie ever made

he goes out of his way to feed stray dogs, stray cats, and he always makes sure to let ducks/geese pass. he also stops his car to help turtles get across the road, but only if no one is around

his dad fucked off somewhere after the first time he got arrested, his mom does her best but she’s practically always gone at work. he doesn’t resent her but he hates his dad

if he had survived he would’ve started a shitty punk band where he made music about his trauma. he only likes loud noises when he’s the one making them

he has really bad sensory issues and wears the same clothes for days on end, if anyone brings it up, he gets a nice stim moment out of beating them up

when he was younger, his mom called him little wolf because he would bite people if he was given the opportunity. she still calls him that if he’s sick or injured while she’s around

Griffin

loud af because he was half deaf. his mom was born deaf and his father lost his hearing because of genetic condition that ended up killing him, but he’s half deaf because he was hit by a baseball when he was three

not even the cia could get this out of him, but he so badly wants to be like vance. he thinks vance is the coolest motherfucker ever

his younger brother is in one of Gwen’s classes and both of them are just absolutely terrified of her. his brother has a little crush on her though

he really wanted to ask Finney if he could check on his mom, but he could only repeat himself, it sucked

he loves comedies, anything satirical or sarcastic is his absolute favorite though. this man would eat up twitter and tiktok

if he had survived, he would’ve become a middle school history teacher, mostly because he loves teaching ancient egypt and other ancient civilizations

he loves kids, he only has a little brother but he hangs out with his brother’s friend group more than anyone his age

Paperboy

(to preface this, headcanons. thank you) it prefers it/its pronouns mostly because it really never felt quite human. not in a kinnie way, just in a neurodivergent way

its dog’s name is cain. one because he attacks other dogs, but only of the same breed and two because it thinks that naming a canine, cain is really funny.

it loves sweet things. milkshakes, candy, baked goods? all of that, those are basically its favorite food

if it had survived, it would’ve become a journalist. it really liked reading the newspaper and doing the crossword

it once slept outside for a week after an argument with its mom. cain slept next to it to keep it company.

Paperboy knows that it probably shouldn’t steal things from places like Walmart and Walgreens but at the same time, it’s never been caught.

its dad was a greaser in the 50s and it absolutely idolizes that aesthetic, like it thinks the 50s were the perfect time period

Bruce

his mom is a teacher and he takes naps in her class when he has free periods and no homework

he idolizes bruce lee and is always super happy when someone points out that they have the same name. action movies are his favorite

he has pretty good grades, but he would drop anything for a baseball game, he knows he’s good and he loves winning. he’s played on four travel teams

his family isn’t religious, so the first time he ever celebrated christmas was with his baseball team. he bought them all gifts and kept the gifts that they game him in his bedroom

if he had survived, he would’ve wanted to go pro in baseball. he might’ve been able to. his backup plan was marketing, mostly because he’d be able to talk to a lot of people

he was homecoming king at his school, partially because he’s a class favorite and partially because no one ran against him

he has a pet goldfish that is his best friend, her name is goldie but his parents just call her fish

Gwen

she learns how to better control her talents and becomes a detective. she names her detective agency after her mom

her favorite color is purple but she never wears it, she claims that the rarity of it is what makes it so special

she leaves her hair in braids for no more than six hours, she’s seen how long it takes for Finney to make his hair look decent, she has no desire for curly hair

her favorite hobby is creative writing. after Finney went missing, she stopped writing. mostly because she only wrote horror stories.

her dad tried to force her to learn to play piano, but stopped after she figured out how to do the talking piano illusion and made it call him a bastard

she tries not to be super protective, but she always asks her friends if they want her to walk with them when they go somewhere. especially if it’s a day where she’s nervous

she absolutely hates spending more than two hours alone, she always wants someone to talk to, usually that person is one of her friends or Finney

#the black phone #black phone #vance hopper #finney blake #robin arellano #gwen blake #paperboy #griffin #bruce yamada #headcanons

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jetiisyandereclones · 3 years ago

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I like the premise of this blog. How about some Wolffe, Comet and Boost being awfully soft and protective of their favorite communications officer who always takes the time to listen and treats them kindly?

Willow and Windchimes

YanderePoly!Wolfpack x Reader ( no clonecest)

The wolfpack fall hard and fast for a pretty communications officer after being harassed by her assistance dog.

Notes: reader has and alert dog to warn her of low blood sugar. I will not go into detail about her condition, only that it is genetic and can make her dizzy and in extreme cases cause seizures

She was fucked.

How had this happened. One moment she had been on the way back to her flagship from her leave on Naboo, next thing she knew she was being lifted god knows how many feet into the air, heading back towards General Koon’s flagship.

She could almost hear her mothers voice.

‘Your too kind, Y/N. Nothing good ever comes with being too nice to anyone’

In Y/N’s defence, being a raging psychopath had never gotten her mother very far either.

Still. Y/N believed that if she had shown a little more spine and put her foot down when their attention became uncomfortable, this would not be happening.

She could remember the day she met them. ‘Them’ being the notorious Wolfpack, a squad led by General Koon’s Commander, Wolfe. A short tempered clone, who, although very competent, was not the easiest man for most to have to interact with.

Y/N could remember the day they met clear as crystal. It had been a rough one. It wasn’t too long after a scuffle with the Separatists and there were communications coming in every second. The com tower had been targeted specifically and while not entirely successful, the Seppies did manage to damage it and make all two way communications nearly impossible.

So while the techies desperately got to work trying to make the physical repairs to the tower, the com officers had to try every trick in the book to get a discernible two way signal. The chaos and work rush had left her unable to eat anything, bringing her blood sugar dangerously low. Her loyal companion, Willow, had been alerting her for an hour now. Bringing her bottle after bottle of juice, that were left to the side of her work station, his nose bops to the thigh getting more and more aggressive. Y/N thought she might bruise.

Having realised that she was not listening to his alerts, Willow started to get more intense with his warnings. Pawing and jumping up onto her lap, trying to get her attention.

All this action had startled the silver tabby tooka on Willows back.

Windchimes, while not technically a medical service animal was overlooked on board by the General, as she not only helped keep Willow calm, but raised moral amongst the crew. Plus the kitchens loved her, the rat and mouse population had never been so easily controlled.

With a decent signal finally sent out, Y/N could finally spare a moment to realise how dizzy and tired she felt, and saw all the juices she had carelessly ignored, her companions watching her intently.

Y/N went to open one of her juices and had just taken a gulp when Willow and Windchimes took off. She didn’t pay it any mind. Sometimes Willow was too good at his job and picked up on the low blood sugar of the crew. None of them seemed to mind too much.

Having finished her drink and gone back to work, Y/N hadn’t noticed that it had been several hours since her dog and tooka had disappeared, the juice bottles on the side of her desk empty.

The yell of commander Wolffe brought her to attention.

“WHO'S DOG IS THIS!?”

‘Oh no’ Y/N thought as she went to retrieve her friends.

She didn’t like conflict in the best of times, with the gentlest of people, but Commander Wolffe scared her. She definitely did not want to get on his radar. Not for her companions harassing him.

When she found the Commander by the mess, she couldn’t help but huff a disbelieving laugh out.

Her dog, with the tooka riding his back, had cornered the Commander by the staff fridge and was currently doing his best to lick his helmet off. Apparently the commander had low blood sugar and Willow had had enough of being ignored.

‘I’m so fired’ Y/N thought hysterically as she passed three snickering clones on the way to retrieve her wayward dog, and his encouraging passenger.

Y/N grabbed the large dog by his harness, Windchimes jumping from his back to her shoulder.

Heaving the determined willow off, Y/N desperately tried to explain herself.

“Commander wolffe sir, I’m so sorry. Willow’s not usually like this. He’s a medical dog sir.”

She finally managed to pull him off of the Commander, as Willow decided he had gotten their attention enough to retrieve a juice for the irate clone. He brought the bottle, very proudly, past a mortified Y/N and pushed it into Wolffe’s thigh, waiting for him to take it and praise him for his hard work.

“Why is he here?” The commander asked, finally taking off his helmet and pinning her with a stony glare.

“Sir, he’s my alert dog. He warns me about low blood sugar before it causes problems for me.”

Willow rammed Wolffe’s thigh again. Y/N cringed.

Firing would be merciful. Wolffe looked like he wanted to throw her to the Seppies.

“Why is he doing that?” The commander asked, irritated at the dogs actions.

Seeking to diffuse the situation and avoid any harm coming to her friend, Y/N takes the bottle of juice from the dogs mouth.

“I guess he thinks you have too low blood sugar sir. It happens sometimes, he alerts the other crew members. Although never this aggressively. I…please don’t have him removed sir, he’s not a bad dog, and I really do need him.”

She gestured to the bottle in her hand.

“If you do what he wants, he will stop sir.” Y/N timidly recommended.

Wolffe once again glared at her, but seemed to want to get the insistent dog off his back so he reluctantly went along, reaching out for the juice in her hand, but Y/N pulled it away. Wolffe looked more annoyed, if that was possible, but Y/N simply pulled a fresh bottle out of the fridge.

“Here, take this one. I’m used to the dog lick, but you shouldn’t have to deal with it.”

She thought she saw surprised gratitude flick swiftly over his features at the simple curtesy. He twisted the cap off the bottle and threw it back like a shot. His features softened slightly at the sweet drink, and that he no longer had a large canine harassing him. Y/N briefly though that he was very handsome when his face wasn’t twisted up.

He threw the bottle out and Y/N went to leave but he spoke again.

“I didn’t say you could leave soldier. What’s your name and rank”

Y/N gulped. This is where she loses her job. She had been so proud of it too. Worked so hard.

“Y/N L/N, sir. I’m a communications officer.”

“And your dog. How did you come to bring him on board?”

“I have permission from the General to bring him with me on missions sir, seeing as he prevents me from being hurt due to my condition. He’s off leash because should I need it he’s been trained to retrieve help, sir.” Y/N nervously explained, her voice shaking and palms sweating.

The clones from before came up behind her, one resting a hand on her shoulder.

“No need to be so scared, Miss L/N. He was just doing his job. RIGHT Wolffe?”

The commander seemed to cool off a bit at his brothers insistence.

“Still doesn’t explain the tooka” wolffe eyed the silver tabby contentedly purring at the chaos around her.

“Ahhhh…emotional support?”

“Emotional support?” Commander wolffe asked incredulously.

“Uhh, Willows shy. He gets stressed easy. Windchimes keeps him calm, let’s him do his job properly. She was actually an alley tooka, so there’s not a lot that scares her, and...yeah…” Y/N awkwardly trailed off.

One of the other clones took his helmet off. He had a strange shaved haircut with two vertical red stripes running from the front of his head from the back. Not the most flattering look, but Y/N wasn’t going to say anything.

“You named your tooka Windchimes?”

“Uhh, yeah. She likes to play with the Windchimes I have at home, soo…”

The other clones, seeing that the trouble had passed took their helmets off too.

The one with silver hair approached her.

“Is she friendly?” He asked, eyeing the tooka with barely contained excitement.

“Most of the time. Just let her sniff you first.” Y/N gently, cautiously took the soldiers hand, bringing it up to hover a few inches infront of her tookas face. Close enough to smell but not so close it would crowd her.

She didn’t have to worry. Windchimes jumped right into his arms, purring her head off. The clone with silver hair caught her and laughed. Cradling her and scratching behind her ears. The last clone, who looked like your average clone save for the shooting star tattoo on his cheek approached Y/N.

“How long have you been stationed on the Triumphant? I haven’t seen either of these two around before.”

He bent down to rub behind Willows ears. The dog seemed thrilled to finally be getting a reward for all his hard work.

“Two months sir, we usually don’t stray far from the mess, sleeping quarters and com tower.”

The Commander approached. Y/N had to resist the urge to step back. She couldn’t however, fully suppress a large wince at the man’s proximity.

He seemed to notice her discomfort at the entire situation, and took mercy on her.

Reaching down he went to rub her dogs side.

“I guess I can’t fault you for doing your job, can I boy?”

Willow seemed entirely too happy with himself. A big dopey grin on his face, his tail going a mile a minute.

Seemingly done with the situation the Commander straightened up.

“You can go back to your quarters now, miss L/N. Try not to let this happen again.

Y/N nodded, relieved that she wasn’t in trouble.

But little did she know, her trouble had only just begun.

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It was nearing the end of another long and hard days work. The Triumphant had been in the outer regions providing backup for General Skywalker and the 501st. Their communications had been patchy since leaving the mid rim and the com officers were working double time to stay on top of all transmissions.

The mission was a success though. From what Y/N could tell the troops had done their jobs and returned with only minor injuries, which wasn’t always the case.

Y/N was shutting down her station, preparing for the shift change when she was approached by three clones. She stood and waited for them to explain what they needed. When they got closer they took off their helmets.

It was the same three clones from the incident with Wolffe.

The one with red stripes must’ve noticed her panicked face. He offered her a gentle smile.

“It’s okay, miss L/N. Your not in any trouble.” He reassured, coming to lean against her desk, facing her.

“Uhh, okay then. Can I, uh, help you with anything?”

At this they turned bashful.

“We were wondering if you wanted to, maybe sit with us in the mess?

You could bring your two friends, I mean if you want. You don’t have too I, we, were just…”

The one with the cheek tattoo staggered off his sentence. They all looked slightly embarrassed and out of place here.

"Uhh, sure. Just give me a couple minutes to finish up here.” Y/N replied, with a small, shy smile.

The clones lit up. Mission successful. They had asked the pretty lady to eat with them. Now they just had to convince Wolffe to actually talk to her, instead of just watch her from a distance, not that they had been much different. She certainly made an impression on all of them.

Even the general had noticed. His Wolfpack's eyes and thoughts seemed to be straying as of late.

Willow chose this moment to make his entry. He trotted right up to the clone with the tattoo and began rubbing and leaning against his leg, Windchimes riding on his back like usual.

“Uhh, what’s he doing? Is he alerting me or something?”

Y/N turned back towards him and saw her friend with the biggest begging eyes he could manage, looking straight into the the clones soul.

“No, no”, Y/N breezily laughed, “he’s just begging. Probably wants attention and food”

The clone almost looked disappointed that he didn’t get to be brought a sweet snack by the sweet ladies dog. But he kneeled down to rub his stomach anyway. Willow flopped and rolled onto his back, forcing Windchimes to jump off with an indignant squawk to avoid being squashed. She soon made herself cozy on Y/N’s shoulder.

The clone with silver hair reached out to pat the tooka, delighting in her purring, as well as the proximity to Y/N.

“We never introduced ourselves did we?” He said, looking a bit flustered at the realisation.

“Name's Sinker ma’am. The one with the stripes is Boost, and the guy on the ground is Comet.” He proudly presented his and his brothers names to her.

“Yeah, and the one who got harassed by this guy was-“

“Commander Wolffe. I’m- I know.”

The clones smiled softly at her, expecting that she would think he held a grudge against her for the incident with Willow, when really, it was the opposite.

“It’s good to be able to put a name to your faces.”

At this the clones froze. Stiffened and some of the ease in the air vanished. Y/N had unknowingly touched a sore spot. They thought she was mocking them for being clones.

Boost then pushed himself off her desk, an unreadable mask on his once easy features.

“Face, more like. There’s not much to see I’m afraid.” He was challenging her. Testing to see if they had made a mistake by seeking her out.

Y/N didn’t notice his challenge and replied without thinking.

“Nah, you all look different to me. Most clones do, actually” she said offhandedly, finishing shutting down her station.

“All done. We can go now if you want…?” She turned back to them, they were all staring hard at her, with what seemed like amazement. Y/N didn’t understand the importance of what she had just said.

“Or not? You guys okay? If you don’t want to go anymore that’s fine, I’ll just-“

“NO!” They yelled in unison, then drew back at the volume of their own voices and the fact that Y/N had recoiled from them, looking away.

Boost then took her hand and gently spoke.

“No, please. We still want to go”

He began to lead her to the mess. Her hand still in his, with Sinker taking the other hand and Comet coming up behind her, standing slightly to the side as he lightly rested his arm around Y/N’s lower back.

All three led the furiously blushing woman to the mess, with Windchimes riding her shoulder and Willow trotting at her heels.

When they arrived at the mess Boost and Sinker managed to find an out of the way table, where they could have some privacy.

They talked and talked and talked for what seemed hours. About any and everything. Y/N noticed how Comet and Sinker seemed to gravitate towards willow and Windchimes respectively.

They seemed stunned when she pointed out how ironic it was. That they kinda matched up. Comet was energetic and friendly, while sinker was more reserved and snippy, but in a funny way.

Real cat and dog people, she called them.

Comet and Sinker were thrilled that she had taken notice enough of them to gauge their personality.

“I’m feeling a little left out here, sweetheart.” Boost had dramatically stated, hand over his heart.

“What about me, am I a cat or dog person.” He was itching for any praise or attention she would spare.

Y/N tilted her head.

“Hmmm, neither. You seem more of a people kinda guy. Good at putting them at ease.” She mused.

Boost preened.

He was about to say something when a gruff voice spoke up behind them.

“Boost, Sinker, Comet. What are you doing here?”

The three of them, plus Y/N stood up to address the Commander.

“Commander Wolffe, just keeping the pretty lady company sir”

The Commander eyed Y/N, and then looked around for Willow, as if concerned he would be jumped again. But Willow had taken off with Windchimes and wasn’t anywhere in sight.

Not wanting to seem rude, Y/N looked up at the Commander.

“Did you want to join us sir? If you have time, that is.” She asked kindly.

Wolffe shared a look with his brothers, as if giving some sort of signal.

The Commander turned back to her, a handsome, not unkind smirk on his face. Y/N felt as though she was looking a loth wolf in the eye, her very soul being observed. His gaze was sharp, strong and held a depth and intelligence she couldn’t begin to describe. He had chosen his name perfectly.

“Sure, if you don’t mind. And when it’s just us, you, me and these idiots”, they all let out various sounds of indignation and insult, “You can just call me Wolffe.” He smiled. Actually smiled. Not a smirk or mocking grin. She thought he had a beautiful smile.

Y/N felt as though she had been granted some kind of unimaginable privilege.

“Yes si- I mean, Wolffe.” She awkwardly stated. But he seemed to enjoy the way she said his name, as he scooted closer to her, their knees and shoulders touching.

“There we go pup. Not so bad now. You don’t have to be scared of me.” He commented softly to her, letting Y/N lean into him and wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her close.

Y/N blushed at his nickname. She had not been prepared for a charming and sweet Wolffe. Gruff, arrogant, maybe even rude, yes. But never in a million years did she expect him to be soft and gentle.

Especially with her, after how they met.

“Awww, you made her blush Wolffe.” Boost said, admiring her as if she was some kind of cute baby animal,

“I think your right”, Comet sighed, leaning on his hand looking at her affectionately.

“She is like a little pup.” Sinker came and sat one her other side. “Cute little thing” He commented, resting his head on hers and rubbing her back, encouraging her to sink into their affection. The safetey and warmth of their bodies.

This all seemed to her so sudden. She had met these clones once, and not on very good terms either. Yet here they were, wound around her and staring at her as if they had pined over her for years.

Little did Y/N know, they had been watching her for some time. Keeping an eye on her, learning about her. How she lived, her personality, and watching out for any, undesirables, that may try their luck with sweet Y/N.

They had all come to an agreement. Y/N was the perfect fit for them. Calm and soothing. A sweet balm to come home to. To care for and protect. She would be the packs little pup. And they would keep her with them.

When she had invited Wolffe to join them, that had been the sign they waited for. Wolffe had given them a look that said they could go ahead with their affections, and started to make his own known.

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The Wolfpacks, she could only call it courtship, went in for several weeks. They would eat together, talk and even, when missions allowed, nap together.

Y/N learnt a lot about them in those weeks.

Wolffe got headaches from his eye and was especially irate clingy during them, Boost didn’t especially enjoy his haircut, but he did it for his fallen brothers. Sinker was self conscious about his grey hair, he thinks it makes him look older. Comet is the last survivor of his batch. He chose his name last.

They would talk to her for hours and hours. Speaking about things they had always wanted to say out loud but didn’t think anyone would care about. Their worries, concerns. Their hopes and dreams and random thoughts and curiosities.

Y/N was happy to listen to any and everything the had to say.

She also found out how physically affectionate and attentive these boys could be.

They loved to hug. To comfort and care. They’d treat her with such tenderness and dedication it made her want to cry. No one had ever cared for her like that before. It had always been a ‘take care of yourself’ kind of life for Y/N. Not out of choice, but that’s just the way things happened.

She almost cried at their concern when they started to make sure she was eating enough and staying at healthy blood sugar levels, as opposed to her just waiting until Willow alerted her and then drinking something.

They insisted she nap with them when they were off duty. Stating that they would feel better if they knew she was there with them. Safe and sound. She agreed. Not knowing a single universe where she would give up the opportunity to be comfortably squished between these very large, strong, capable, gorgeous men. She had never slept better than when she was in the middle of a Wolfpack cuddle puddle.

One time some clones from a different squad walked in on their nap time. It was in the barracks and not exactly private but even so, Y/N thought the pack would stir and disperse to save face. However the new clones didn’t blink an eye. Going to form their own sleep pile on the other side of the room. One of them caught her staring in confusion and offered her a smile and a nod, before settling his head down on his brothers shoulder and drifting off.

Wolffe must’ve sensed that she had moved, feeling the cold she supposed.

“Come back here pup. We’re alright.”

He reached a hand out to her, which she took, snuggling into his chest, Sinker's hand resting on her hip and Boost curled around their heads, with his forehead resting on top of Y/N’s. She wasn’t sure where Comet was but there was a warm weight on her thigh that might’ve been him.

“Do all clones sleep like this?” Y/N asked quietly, speaking into Wolffe’s strong, soft chest.

She always thought they would’ve been hard and uncomfortable seeing how strong they were, but she was wrong. They were incredibly strong, but had that layer of fat over their muscles that made them so soft and perfect for cuddling. They never took their shirts off. Never crossed that line with her but she suspected that at the very least Wolffe would have a very nice chest with lots of soft, downy hair on it. It just seemed to fit him. But she would keep those thoughts to herself.

“Most do. Not all”, Wolffe replied quietly, cradling her head to his heart. “It was a way of keeping warm on Kamino when we were cadets and after that a means of comfort.”

Y/N thought that was incredibly sad and cute. Not exactly knowing how to express this she just nuzzled into Wolffe more, reaching out to bring sinker in closer behind her. Comet and boost followed, snuggling in as close as possible without suffocating her.

This was her favourite way to sleep now. Surrounded by her clones with her dog close by and her tooka purring away on top of whatever person she decided to bless with her presence.

It was perfect.

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Things started getting too intense for Y/N’s comfort shortly after the Pack first witnessed her having a seizure.

They knew what was happening of course. She had told them about it in depth. What to do, and what not to do. They had gone over everything. She had had seizures since meeting them. But mostly when they were deployed and not around to make sure she was taking care of herself, so when they saw it for themselves they were terrified.

The 104th had just finished up with a mission. They'd had some casualties and several clones were injured. It had been rough on Wolffe. She had gone to join them, feeling dizzy when she stood up. But she decided she would wait till she got to the barracks to drink something, much to Willow's annoyance.

The dizziness passed after a moment and she made her way towards her Pack.

She had just released Boost from a hug when Willow came up behind her, jumping and signaling that she should get down on the ground when suddenly she just started seizing.

Willow had been through this many times with her and knew exactly what to do. He got underneath where her head would’ve otherwise hid the durasteel floor. Windchimes came up to lay near Willow's head, keeping him company while his poor human shook uncontrollably on his soft belly.

This may have been routine for Willow, Windchimes and Y/N, but to the Pack this a new type of hell. Y/N had gone through what a seizure looked like, but seeing it in person scared them. The helplessness scared them. Their sweet pup was seizing and jumping and shaking on the floor, eyes rolling back into her head and body convulsing as if being shocked, and there was nothing any of them could do but watch and hope she doesn’t hurt herself.

None of the clones could wrap their heads around how something like this could happen in natborns. How could the clones be genetically immune to any and all diseases and conditions, but people who were born naturally had to just hope they wouldn't fall victim to such cruel and unavoidable conditions. It didn’t seem right to them. It SCARED them.

Having sensed the distress of his usually calm Commander, General Koon swept in to see what was happening and if he was needed.

When he saw Y/N on the ground, seizing on top of Willow he understood. A few of the Jedi were also prone to seizures for one reason or another. He put a soothing hand on Wolffe’s shoulder, his presence calm.

“It’s never easy to see anyone like this. But there’s nothing we can do except wait for it to stop.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing that can be done sir? Anything at all?”

Sinker asked almost desperately, Y/N’s twitching reminding him far too much of some of his brother's deaths on the battlefield.

“I know this is distressing. But miss L/N has managed her condition her whole life. She knows what to do. What we can do, Is make sure she doesn’t hurt herself on anything while like this. You do know not to move her yes?”

“Yes sir. She went over it in depth with us sir. We were not to attempt to move or even touch her. To only move dangerous objects out of reach and let Willow do his job”

Comet replied, doing his best not to look at Y/N.

“Very good Comet. And what your not going to do when she comes back to is overcrowd or overwhelm her.”

By now Y/N’s seizing had slowed and a crowd of concerned clones were standing around her.

When she had stopped moving completely, her breathing even and her face smooth, General Koon went to her side. Still not touching her, he hovered a hand over her head. Checking for any abnormalities in her force signature.

He had met Y/N before, when she was brought on board to discuss her condition and the terms for bringing willow and Windchimes on missions. He had found her sweet and quiet. Very shy and kind. He could see why his Wolfpack was so interested in her. Another thing he noted when they had spoken was her force signature. He dedicated to memory what it should feel like so he would know if her seizures had caused any injury.

Thankfully her signature was calm and normal, becoming more active.

Y/N was coming back around.

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The first thing she noticed when she came back around was the Wolfpack. They stood over her, not too close, and they all looked pale, as did the other clones from around the ship who had the misfortune of walking into the scene.

She then noticed General Koon at her side, checking over her.

She went to stand up, gesturing for him to help her, but stooped when at least five clones yelled various things like, ‘STOP!’ ‘’What are you doing?’, ‘stay down there' and, 'we’ll help you’.

Y/N ignored them.

Leaning heavily on the General, she mumbled about wanting to go back to her room, tired from the seizure and flushed at all the attention it had unfortunately gained.

It wasn’t the first time she’d had a seizure in public, nor was she ashamed of her affliction, like her mother had told her she should be, but she never enjoyed the looks of fear, worry and panic people always sent her way.

Y/N and the General had just started walking when Wolffe spoke up.

“Sir, if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to take Y/N to a medic to be assessed before she does anything else.”

Wolffe didn’t wait for a reply. He gently scooped Y/N out of General Koon’s arms and set off for the Triumphant's med bay.

“I don’t have to go there y’know. I feel fine. Just tired and a headache.”

Wolffe wasn’t having it. His pace never faltering he kept on towards his goal, boost, comet and sinker swift at his heels. She couldn’t see Willow but could hear him walking and assumed that Windchimes was with him.

“That...,” his voice shook slightly, “...I don’t know what I expected but that was not, fine”

“These happened before? Like that every time?” A distressed Boost asked.

Y/N sleepily tucked her head into Wolffe’s shoulder. His warmth and soothing scent lulling her into a state of bliss.

“They sometimes are. Sometimes they’re worse, sometimes not as bad. I've had a few since meeting you guys. Usually I’ll have them in my room”

This only seemed to agitate the Pack more as they turned into the med center.

“They’ve happened before!?”

“More than once!?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Y/N was starting to feel overcrowded. Their questions and concerns too much for her right now and against her will, she could feel her eyes begin to water.

She sniffed as Wolffe put her down on an examination table, his arm still wrapped around her lower back.

“I didn’t want to worry you guys. I get them a lot and, I guess I’m just used to dealing with them on my own. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She looked down, unwilling to meet their gazes.

Sinker took a seat on her other side, while Boost went off to find a medic.

He didn't say much. Just pulling her into a side hug and kissing the top of her head. A quiet ‘don’t cry’ mumbled into her hair.

Comet meanwhile was standing guard over the med bay, looking out for Boost’s return. He felt awful. Y/N's seizure had scared him, more than he’d like to admit. It was bad enough thinking about this one episode, but knowing she had multiple seizures, while they were supposed to be caring for her just wasn’t good enough.

Boost came back with a medic clone. A shiny called River, and Wolffe explained what had happened for a very flushed looking Y/N.

“Oh, yeah we were warned about this when you started. Did the episode last more than five minutes?”

“No”

“Any injuries?”

“No”

River asked her to follow his finger around with her eyes.

“And any slurred speech or nausea?”

“No” Wolffe growled. Becoming impatient.

“That’s good. As far as I can tell there a isn’t anything to worry about. Though I would recommend taking the day to recover.”

Boost looked at River incredulously

“Wait. That’s it. You mean there’s nothing else?”

“Told ya”, Y/N mumbled

“Nothing else that can be done. A little rest and she’ll be fine” the clone said. A clear dismissal.

“Hold up shiny-“

“WOLFFE”, Y/N barked, having had enough of today, “I just wanna go back to my room. Please?”

He reluctantly gave into her request, but still did not let her walk, carrying her to her tiny room.

She was one of the few allowed a bunk to herself because of the seizures, and assistance animals. Wolffe was grateful for this as he arranged Y/N, himself and his brothers into a cozy nest of blankets and mattresses that they had made in the floor, so they could all fit.

Wolffe wasn’t going to let their pup go through that alone again. Looking at his brothers he could see they were thinking the same.

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The clone's clinginess was dialed up to 11 after that. She had at least one of the Wolfpack with her at all times.

When she went to work, there was one of the Pack with caf at her station.

When she had down time, they always just so happened to be where she was.

They slept together, ate together, sometimes they even tried to convince her that they should shower together.

It was flattering, charming even, to Y/N at first. They were her knights in shining armor, and she, their beautiful princess. But the novelty soon wore off. They didn't give her any space. Not anymore. They were glued to her hip 100% of the time.

They wouldn't let her do anything for herself anymore, claiming it's too much, that she should relax and let them handle it.

The true last straw was when they had gotten three days leave on Coruscant, while the Triumphant was being repaired.

Y/N was at a store looking for new clothes, Wolffe was with her, of course.

Not ten minutes into the trip he stated that they should go. Y/N had questioned why. He looked over her shoulder at a crowd of people he deemed were getting too close.

"It's getting kind of crowded in here, and we've been out for a while" he said with that stupid handsome, 'it's alright, I'll take care of you, don't you worry a pretty little hair on your head', kind of smile, as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Besides. You could always borrow something from me or the Pack." He whispered suggestively into her ear, "I'm sure you'd look far better in it than us."

Despite hating how they babied her, and feeling uncomfortable at his public display of affection and possession, Y/N couldn't deny how his words affected her. So once again, she went along with him.

They were almost out of the store when another man approached. He was a little bigger than Wolffe, with electric green eyes and a concerned look on his face.

Wolffe was on guard immediately, putting her behind him. Willow and Windchimes following.

"Excuse me ma'am. Me and my friends couldn't help but notice that you seemed a little uncomfortable before. Is everything OK?"

Oh no.

He had caught onto Y/N's discomfort at Wolffe coming onto her. She looked behind him and saw his friends, two other guys and three women, looking at them with various expressions of concern and weariness.

"I'm-"

"We're fine. Go back to your group civie" Wolffe cut off gruffly. Not liking how this man had been watching his sweet pup. Probably planning on how to steal her away from him.

The man wasn't convinced. He addressed Y/N again.

"If you need help, we can take you home, or somewhere else if you like."

Y/N actually considered it. Wolffe was furious.

"Thanks, I-"

"I told you. She's fine. Why don't you leave, before this turns ugly." Wolffe interrupted again, fists balled and ready to fight.

"Why don't you let the lady answer for herself clone." The other man was getting annoyed too.

This was enough for Wolffe. Quicker than Y/N could catch he sent a sucker punch into the mans stomach. He doubled over, heaving and gasping for breath.

Y/N backed off. Terrified at his sudden attack. she had always known that the clones were trained their whole lives, but it was a shock to see her usually sweet Wolffe just attacking a man.

The strangers friend group joined in the fight. A man and woman trying to pull their winded friend out of the fight while the other two, who looked like they cage fought for fun, tried to take Wolffe on. But they were no match for his skill and experience.

Wolffe was quickly gaining the upper hand. Giving out a beating that was terrifyingly relentless and efficient. Blood was all over his hands. Both the man and woman had crooked, bloody noses and one was even missing a tooth.

The third woman in their party, who had stayed back out of the fight and was taking care of the first man, looked at her and gestured for her to run. Find help.

Y/N did.

She bolted out of the store while Wolffe was busy, and hit the streets hard, hearing her name called out behind her. Willow had picked up on his human's fear. He was keeping pace with her, Windchimes on his back hanging on for dear life.

This was it. Y/N couldn't do it anymore. She had to leave them.

For her safety and the safety of everyone around her.

Y/N heard grunts and shouting as people were pushed put of the way behind her. Wolffe had chased her down, leaving the people at the store to peel themselves off the floor. He still had their blood up his arms and a bit on his face.

She sped up, trying to keep the distance between her and the Commander. But she was no match for him either, her vision blurring and spinning. He caught up to her in no more than a minute, scooping her up in a tight hug and turning down an alley where no one was around.

Y/N thought he might be mad at her for running. Thought that he was about to hurt her in some horrible way. She squirmed and twisted trying to get out of his grip.

Wolffe saw how scared she was. Saw that she was trying to run from him. He couldn't let that happen. Couldn't lose her.

He protected her. Him and his brothers did. They needed her with them.

"M'sorry pup. So, so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you sweet thing. Please don't be scared. Don't leave. Please" he begged into her neck.

She could feel tears falling and his shoulders shaking. Wolffe's grip was tight. Possessive. All encompassing.

Y/N knew that if she were to get away, it couldn't he now. So she did the only thing she could think of. She wrapped her arms around Wolffe and tried to sooth him. Calm him back down into a steady frame of mind.

Eventually he calmed enough to recognize where they were. A shady alleyway with night approaching and that Willow was desperately digging for the stache of snacks he knew Y/N kept in his harness pocket. He stood up, bringing Y/N with him.

After fishing out a small bag of jellybeans and gently but quickly feeding a few to Y/N, he took her out onto the street and hailed a taxi, His sweet pup's head nodding off into his neck.

He didn't care if they saw his bloody hands or wondered why he was carrying Y/N like a baby, clinging to his shoulders with her legs around his waist. This was Coruscant. These people had definitely seen worse.

Wolffe climbed in the vehicle, ignoring the dirty looks the driver threw at Willow and Windchimes.

They took off towards the Military docks, where the Triumphant was anchored. Most clones just slept on the ship if leave was anything less than a week. Y/N and the Wolfpack were no different. Sinker, Boost and Comet would be waiting for them on board.

When the taxi came to a stop and Wolffe paid up, he went to take Y/N again, but saw she had fallen asleep.

'Precious darling' he thought to himself, picking her up and carrying her to her quarters. Willow and Windchimes following, but keeping a new distance from him.

He payed them no mind.

When he got them back to Y/N's bunk Sinker, Boost and Comet were there just like he had expected.

They demanded to know what had happened as soon as they saw the blood, a very asleep Y/N and how close Wolffe was holding her.

"Bunch of civvies tried to take her. I dealt with it. She got scared and ran, then Willow alerted. I got her some sugar in time but she's really tired from everything."

They all looked at Y/N.

She had blood smeared on her sides from Wolffe and could barley keep her eyes open, wanting to go back to sleep.

Sinker ran a gentle hand through her hair.

"C'mon pup, let's go get you cleaned up," Y/N whined in protest, "I know you don't like it, but your too weak to shower alone right now."

The other three agreed, and despite herself, Y/N let them carry her into the bathroom and strip her down.

This was the first time she had been naked in front of them and was very shy about it, sleepily trying to cover her chest and the apex of her thighs.

The Pack saw nothing but perfection.

They themselves started to strip and Y/N let out a surprised Yelp, suddenly fully awake.

They just smiled at her, bring her in for a hug, her face burning as their naked bodies pressed together.

"Shhhhh, shhh. It's alright pup. Your safe with us. We aren't going to do anything. Just help you clean and then cuddle."

Comet whispered adoringly into her ear.

Despite his promise, she could feel the clear evidence of their arousal poking into her.

Absolutely overwhelmed and drained, Y/N retreated into herself. Letting them guide and baby her.

True to Comet's word the only cleaned her and themselves. Maybe giving a kiss or cuddle to her, but nothing more. In a detached part of her mind, Y/N thought that this was nice. The intimacy and closeness. But she refused to think too much on that.

After their shower, they all cozied up into the a sleep pile on the floor. The blankets and mattresses having stayed down there since the first time they did this. Still very much naked they all tried to get as much contact with Y/N as possible.

Tired, both emotionally and physically she leaned into them. Letting out soft, sleepy whines as they rubbed her hips, kissed up her belly and just rubbed and loved up all over her.

No one made any move to take it any further. They didn't want sex right now. They just wanted closeness. Intimacy.

So, with their pup all snuggled up warm and pliant and most of all, safe in the middle of them, they decided to put on a random holo to fall asleep to, Willow and Windchimes taking a spot near the door of the room, watching them closely.

It was a deep and dreamless sleep for all of them that night.

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The next day Y/N woke first. The first thing she thought was that she was warm. Very warm. She struggled to recall what had happened the previous night, then she saw Wolffe's bruised knuckles resting next to her head, loosely cradling it, and everything came crashing back.

The fight, the chase, the aftermath. At this Y/N checked under the blanket and, yup, she was still very much naked. And so were her boys.

She stopped there.

Her boys. She wanted away from them, not to encourage them to get closer and clingier.

She started to untangle herself from them, freezing whenever one of them moved or grunted. She hoped to get away before they woke and tried to follow her.

She had to speak to General Koon.

But of course, no such luck. They were light sleepers and her movement had woken Comet, who very rarely slept through the night anyway.

"Where you going pup?" He yawned sweetly, and Y/N had to stop herself from awwing.

She couldn't humanize them.

Not now.

She had to see them as an obstacle to overcome. A dangerous road barrier in her life, otherwise, she would break. She would stay and let them dictate her life, because it felt so good to just be. Be loved and be cared for.

"Just gonna put some clothes on and take willow for a quick walk. I'll be back soon."

By now the others had woken.

They were each starting to peel themselves up and dress.

"You want some company?" Wolffe asked, staring at her adoringly, shameless in his bare skin.

Belatedly Y/N realized she was still naked, and immediately set about looking for some clothes.

Wolffe chuckled. "Over here, sweet pup", and he gestures to a pile of washing she had done a few days ago.

Y/N knew it was there. But she had hoped to not have to pass him to find something to wear.

hesitantly, Y/N stepped over. She shook her head no at his question.

As she went to pick something out, Wolffe's arms came around her waist. His face nuzzling its way into her neck.

"You sure you don't want company?" He asked again.

The Wolfpack had always been more trusting of their brothers aboard the triumphant. More willing to let her actually be alone, at least for a few minutes, but they still didn't like to be separated from her. Y/N thought fast, coming up with an excuse as to why she should go alone.

"Yeah. I'm just gonna let willow outside for a but then swing by the mess"

Y/N knew Wolffe hated the mess in the morning. He did everything he could to avoid it as it was overrun by star struck shinies trying to ask him a thousand questions.

That did the trick. Wolffe let her go and boost handed her a red dress. The colour matching his hair. He had always loved that dress. It was short and soft and comfortable.

Y/N took it, along with whatever underwear she saw first, and put them on, not acknowledging the still naked clones watching her dress.

'Do they really not give that much of a fuck' she thought to herself.

Boost, Sinker and Comet hugged her close as she passed them, kissing her on her cheeks, hairline and forehead.

"Come back soon." Sinker had tenderly spoken into her skin, as the others finally began to dress.

Y/N almost rolled her eyes. They acted as if she was travelling across the galaxy. She just gave a small grunt of agreement instead, and headed out the door with Willow and Windchimes on her tail.

As soon as she was out of sight, she made a beeline for General Koon's quarters.

This was amazingly out of line for someone of her rank to be doing this to their General, but she was desperate and needed help.

She got to the General's door and was about to knock, when it slid open on its own.

General Koon was in the middle of the room. Sitting cross-legged on the floor in a patch of sun, but began to stand up when Y/N still hadn't moved.

"Miss L/N. Please, come in."

She stumbled into the room. Caught off guard at how he knew she was there. Willow and Windchimes waited politely at his door.

"Your friends may enter as well, child" he added, with kind amusement.

Her dog and tooka happily trotted inside, the door sliding shut behind them.

"How did you-?"

"I could sense your distress long before you reached my door. Tell me young one, What worries you so?"

She hadn't planned in breaking down.

She wanted to be the strong confident person who stated what she needed. But the General's genuine, fatherly tone broke her, and she burst into tears. General Koon immediately reached out to her. Placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and allowing her to hug him as she stuttered out an explanation.

"General. I'm so sorry. I...I need help. The wolfpack they're too much. I need to get away from them..." she sobbed into his robes.

He gently pulled her away from him, worried about where this was going.

"Miss L/N, I need you to calm down. What has the Commander and his men done?"

"Sir I... Maybe...No. This was a mistake. They're your men and, and-"

The general took her hand.

"You are part of my crew too, young one. You have just as much the right to feel safe here as anyone else. Please tell me what the Commander has done."

The flood gates opened. She told him everything.

How they would not leave her alone.

How possessive they were, how they wouldn't let her talk to anyone outside the ship, or even just be outside the ship, without one of them glued to her hip.

Finally she told the General about the incident in the city yesterday. How Wolffe had beaten an entire group for watching out for her. How they had taken advantage of her shock to put her in a position she had been denying for weeks now.

Shocked, General Koon asked what they had done, praying to the force it wasn't what he thought.

"I, maybe it seems strange, but they've been trying to get me to shower with them for a while and, I don't know, I just, let them. Last night. It was like I was a doll or something. They just undressed me and washed me and passed me around, hugging me like I was a toy. And, and I let them. I just LET them."

She felt embarrassed and disgusted with her own weakness.

The General on the other hand, felt sick.

"Y/N, they didn't try to..." This was hard even for him to say.

Those boys were like sons to him. Good soldiers and, he thought, good men. But this obsession with Y/N alarmed him.

"No, no they didn't try to sleep with me. They just hugged me. Held me close, kissed me."

There was more. Plo could feel it.

"What else child. There is more on your mind yes?"

Y/N looked disgusted with herself.

"I liked it" she said with a small voice.

"I liked their attention. Let it happen and I-"

"Y/N", The general said firmly. "This is not your fault. They put you in this position. Took advantage of your shock and vulnerability. None of this is your fault.

"I don't want them hurt or sent back to Kamino. I just wanna, disappear, I guess."

The general tilted his head.

"You wish for their actions to go unpunished?"

"I don't want them to be killed and used for parts. Maybe I should hate them. But I don't. I just wanna leave. Besides, they cant chase me up if they don't know where I am. Or even if I'm gone at all. That's really why I came here, Sir. I need to leave. As soon as possible. Today even, if I can, and I need to do it without them finding out."

Plo didn't entirely agree with Y/N's reasoning. But could understand her want to not hang around to decide a punishment, wanting, instead, a stealthy get away. So he decided to help her. Right now.

"I can get you a transfer to another station. They need managerial staff and are providing housing along with it. The stations just above Naboo, plenty far enough away from where me and the Wolfpack usually roam. It may be a step down and out of your current position, but its the best solution I can offer you."

Y/N felt like crying. He was helping her. He listened to her. Believed her.

"Thank you sir. When can I go?"

Plo kindly helped Y/N up off the floor.

"They are desperate for more help, so right now actually. The shuttle to the ship that will transport You there leaves in 5 minutes." He passed her a hooded cloak to wear on the way to the shuttle" I'll escort you and you companions there, we'll try to avoid the cameras. Unfortunately you'll have to leave your possessions behind. I can arrange for all the paperwork to be completed while your in transit, including an advance in pay and an alias. You can think of a name on the way there." He was already leading her out the door, heading towards the shuttle bay, which, thankfully, wasn't too far away.

They made it to the shuttle just in time. Y/N turned to the general.

"N/F/N N/L/N. That's what I'll go by."

The General tilted his head.

"Well then, N/F/N N/L/N. Good luck."

"Goodbye General, and thank you."

"May the force be with you, my child"

With that, the shuttle door shut and Y/N was off to her new home. Hope blooming in her heart.

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Wolffe was furious. His entire pack was.

It had been three months since Y/N had disappeared. He let her out of his sight for what he thought was going to be five minutes and their pup never came back.

They had started to become concerned after half an hour had passed and still no sight of her. They became distraught when she still had not returned after two hours and none of his brothers on the Triumphant had seen her or her pets anywhere.

Something had happened. Had she been taken? She wouldn't leave would she?

No, she had to have been taken against her will, that's the only reason there could be. This is why Wolffe didn't want to let her go out alone. He'd had a lapse in judgement thinking their pup was safe on board the ship, and this had happened.

Not knowing who else to go to, Boost suggested that they ask Plo'Buir for help. Their pup and Father seemed to be friends and it's possible that maybe she was with him. Y/N didn't really have any other close friends on board, preferring to keep to herself.

When they asked the General about her, he told them she had to go planet side for an indeterminate amount of time.

"Using her leave, for family matters" He had stated. There was an odd distance to his voice, a coldness that hadn't been there last time they spoke.

The pack didn't buy it. There had to be something else.

"Anyone else get the feeling something more is happening here?" Sinker had asked once they arrived back at Y/N's bunk.

They preferred going here as opposed to back to the barracks due to the privacy it afforded them.

"I agree. I'd never question Plo'Buir, but this doesn't add up. The only family Y/N has planet side is her mother, and they've been no contact for years." Boost added.

None of them believed that Y/N or the General were trying to trick them.

No.

It must be something else. Someone must have forced their pup to leave their side, but why? What had happened.

All of them wanted nothing more than to go out and find her. Hunt her down until she was safely back in their embrace. But they couldn't do that. The Triumphant was setting out for a mission in the outer rim. Who knows how long they'd be gone.

Too long, as they soon found out. Three months into the mission, and Wolffe had become more foul tempered than ever. He snapped at anyone who looked at him wrong, barley had any patience for the civilians he was here to help and sequestered himself in Y/N's old bunk with his pack when not on duty.

They all missed her desperately.

The mission was just about to end when the clones got an encrypted transmission from the Coruscant guard and the Alpha clones.

Palpatine was dead.

He was the Sith Lord behind the entire galactic conflict.

Fox had killed him personally in defense of his young Jedi daughter. Apparently she had discovered his secret through ARC trooper Fives, who she and the Corries had secretly saved. This had brought the clones plans for their beloved Jedi forward. It was time to take their family, their loves away.

The 104th would bring their General, their Father, back to safety. Wolffe would ensure their were no complications and personally see Plo'Buir settled and safe. But after that, they would go out to find their sweet pup.

It was time for the Wolfpack to hunt.

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Y/N was happier than she had been in a long time.

Her job above the planet of Naboo had turned out not to be as demanding as her old communications station had. she had free time, freedom and a beautiful planet with housing just below the ship she was on.

when Y/N had first arrived on the ship, she had nothing but the clothes on her back, her two companions and an encrypted com that General Koon had snuck her before she left. It contained all the details she would need to know in her new life. She had been nervous and shy, jumping at corners and looking out for familiar grey and white armor everywhere. but eventually she settled down. became more at ease.

A big reason behind Y/N's happiness was her bunkmate and now closest friend, Lazara Rei. A tall Togrutan woman with the bubbliest, kindest, most outgoing personality that Y/N had ever encountered.

When they first met, Y/N had been very nervous. Lazara was an intimidating beauty with dark blue skin, powder blue montral and soft orange designs on her face and horns. she towered over Y/N, dwarfing even the clones and Y/N was immediately weary of her.

But Lazara was the kind of personality that just brightened up a room, seemingly gravitating towards the shy and lonely, taking them under her wing.

Y/N hadn't noticed how toxic, how controlling her relationship with the Wolfpack had been, but now compared to that situation, her friendship to Lazara seemed like a cool, refreshing breeze against her skin, where she once felt crowded and sticky.

She and Lazara were currently off the clock and walking around a market in Naboo. They had been discussing their failed relationships and crushes.

Lazara, most amusingly, had the biggest crush on General Koon that Y/N had ever seen.

"I don't care what he looks like. That man is a certified DILF. Just his voice, and the way he moves...just UGHH" she had been gesturing wildly while describing her precious crush.

"I've seen him in action, ya know. Twice, when his ship and ours were on a co-op. He really seems like a man that would take care of you." she sighed, dreamily.

"He is." Y/N commented, examining a table with carved wooden jewelry.

"You've met him?" Lazara asked, almost offended that Y/N might have details about the general and was keeping them to herself.

"Well, out with it. What's he like, in person" she asked, her voice low and mischievous.

"He's actually the one who got me the transfer here. I was having some, lets say trouble, and needed help. He listened to me. Believed me and didn't hesitate to go out of his way to help." Y/N then looked at Lazara. a smirk on her face, "I've seen him fight many times too. he is very graceful."

"I KNEW IT! TOTAL DILF" she yelled, gaining side eye from everyone around them. she lowered her voice again, if she could, Y/N believed she would be blushing.

"You didn't happen to catch what he smelt like did you?"

"LAZARA" Y/N exclaimed

"What? Say what you want about them, but a good smell on a man can mean a world of difference. I bet he smells good right? Not like he's drowning in cologne? Ugh, I hate that in a guy. I once dated someone who wore so much I swear I had a blood alcohol reading from it. Young me really had no taste" Lazara bemoaned the mistakes of her youth.

"He smells clean. Like fresh linen, I guess."

Lazara looked pointedly at her and gestured for her to continue.

"I kind of, might've, cried in his chest when I went to him for help."

"What? And you were just gonna keep that from me? What was it like? Did it feel awkward? Was he a good hugger? Was he strong, I bet he was."

At this point they could see the stall owner start to get annoyed over their loitering and they decided to go hunt down a decent place to eat.

"Um, I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. He wasn't awkward or distant, more supportive. Like, he let me choose if I wanted to hug or not, and yeah, he is pretty strong. One time he found me while I was having a seizure, helped me up like I was nothing." Y/N reminisced, trying not to think about the Wolfpack. she suddenly remembered a few more details.

"He's, I can only think to describe it as cozy. You know when you see pictures of old libraries and they're warmly lit, the shelves are all a rich red and the books are leather-bound. Everything's slightly aged and worn, but it all feels very welcoming and warm? That's what it feel like to be hugged by him. Welcoming and warm. He called me things like Young one and Child, made me feel valid and seen."

Lazara looked like she was in another world, dreamily staring ahead into space while they walked. The market had passed behind them while they talked and they were now on some nature walk out of Theed.

"Lucky girl, living my dream. I'm Jealous"

Y/N playfully shoved her.

"I have one of his cloaks at home if you wanna try and sniff his scent out ya weirdo. He gave it to me when I left"

"NOO, you make it sound so weird and creepy"

They both laughed. the ease of their relationship had amazed Y/N. Lazara had a way of sensing and navigating her moods that led her to wonder if she herself was force sensitive.

It would make sense. Lazara had once told her the reason she was on board that ship was because her younger twin brother was the Jedi General aboard it. Y/N was shocked at this. she had never really thought about the family the Jedi left behind.

Lazara hadn't talked to him, and he didn't seem to remember her enough to recognize his sister after all these years. but it brought Lazara a certain amount of peace to be able to see her brother safe and well.

Playfully, the Togrutan shoved Y/N's shoulder.

"What about you? Any crushes?

Partners?

Fuck buddies or doomed romances?"

Y/N sighed.

"Only the ones I'm running away from. I'd rather not go into detail."

Lazara looked at her understandingly. she looked like she was going to say something when suddenly she and Lazara were pulled to the side, off the path and behind some trees. They couldn't speak or move. Looking over her shoulder as much as she could, terrified of who might be behind her, Y/N saw a cloaked figure, tall and imposing. Then everything blacked out.

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Wolffe was enraged. How had this happened again, when he was right there, right outside the door!

The room he was in was destroyed. the furniture was torn up and there were several blaster shots in the wall, the clones weapon still hot.

Their Plo'Buir had run from them. From THEM. He mustve been scared, felt danger when they took him and brought him to this room.

he wasnt in any danger. he was as far from danger as any jedi could be, with his sons right outside the door ready to fight for him.

true, they had drugged him and put a dampener on him so he was weakened in the force. but its not like the drug was harmfull or he wascut off from his powers completly. the Wolfpack wanted to protect him, not torture him.

It hadn't been enough. their Plo'Buir had still managed to escape. in his hazy state of mind he must've perceived some sort of enemy and run away from them. he should've just come to his sons.

They would've done anything to comfort him.

instead he chose to slip out via an air vent that Wolffe had though was to small for him, his powers too weak.

But their Buir was a strong man. He'd had to be.

Plo'Buir had escaped, but Wolffe wasn't done yet. They had left a tracker on the cuff they used to dampen his force capabilities. All the Wolfpack had to do was catch him before he found a way to remove the cuff.

Wolffe stormed out of the holding room. Boost, Comet and Sinker on his heels, equally enraged as they boarded their starships.

They would find their Buir all right, And when they did, they would make sure he would never be without them again.

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When Y/N came around, she expected there to be pain. there was none. she was lying on the floor of a cave, Lazara beside her, slowly coming to herself. there was a scrunched up cloak underneath their heads.

Lazara groaned as she sat up.

"What happened? where-Y/N!" The Togrutan went to help her friend up, looking around for whoever brought them here.

a figure walked into the entrance of the cave. his figure still blury to the womens sight, but Y/N came to recognise some pretty distinctive features.

"GENERAL KOON!" She exclaimed with relief. she had thought the Wolfpack had found her.

despite everything, when Lazara found out who had taken her, she still had to supress a dopey grin at her crush being 5 feet infront of her.

"Hello young one. It's good to see you again"

He helped her and a frozen Lazara sit up.

"Although I'm afraid it's under dire circumstances."

Y/N looked pointedly at him.

"What's happened?"

"The clones have gone rogue. Fox killed the chancellor. Palpatine was the Sith Master behind everything."

Palpatine was a Sith master? she had never cared much for him, but damn, she wasn't expecting this. Lazara finally seemed to find her voice.

"The Sith Master... but wouldn't that mean the war is over? why hasn't anyone been told?"

"It appears the clones have taken control of Kamino, the Gar and Coruscant is under lockdown. all the clones have been ordered to bring their Jedi back to the temple. I don't know why, I barley managed to get away."

Lazara looked sick, thinking of her brother.

"Have they taken our ship? the Jedi General, he's my brother sir"

Y/N could see visible shock on the Generals face.

"I'm afraid so, my dear. Commander Waves took control of the bridge this morning. your General has not been seen since"

"How do you know all this?" I asked.

"When I escaped the Triumphant I took one of the tech clones data pads. I've been using it to listen in on their commands."

"General, not that I'm not glad to see you, but why did you come here?"

"More bad news I'm afraid. When the Wolfpack caught me they put an inhibitor cuff on me. I removed the cuff and found a tracker. By that time I was far too close to Naboo. The Clones arrived shortly after I did. Wolffe was leading them. I'm sorry, Y/N."

Y/N paled.

They were here.

They would find her. How many officers transferred to Naboo three months ago and just so happened to own a dog and a tooka.

"How did you find me?"

"I've been following you all day, young one"

Lazara looked up, realizing something.

"All day, general?"

"All day, dear Lazara. I must say, I'm quite flattered."

Despite the situation, Y/N was thoroughly amused. Lazara looked horrified.

Y/N's Amusement didn't last long though. They all watched as several clones with jetpacks circled their position.

The Wolfpack had found them.

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Wolffe couldnt beleive their luck. He and the Pack had coordinated with the cruiser above Naboo. it was the closest planet to where their Buir had dropped off the radar.

meeting uo with the Commander, a clone called Waves, he had learnt that a new member of his crew had been transferred from the triumphant about 3 months ago. it was a last minute transfer. the woman had a dog and tooka with her.

"Y/N's been here the whole time! What has she been doing?" Boost blurted out, unable to fully express how releived he was to hear about their sweet pup.

"Honestly, shes been managing the mechanical wing on level 5. one of my best officers. efficiant and knows how to keep everything in line. a few of my other officers could learn a thing or two from her."

"Thats our girl" sinker said proudly.

"Do you have any way to know where she might be? if we find her there's a good chance we'll find Plo'Buir." Comet pointed out.

"She'll most likely be with my cyare, Lazara Rei. they've been the best of friends since Miss N/L/N arrived."

"N/L/N?" Wolffe questioned.

"Yeah, her name. N/F/N N/L/N"

The Wolfpack looked at each other

"That's how she did it..." Sinker speculated

"N/F/N N/L/N isn't her real name is it?"

"No. It's Y/N L/N"

Waves looked at them with understanding. He couldn't imagine losing his General or his darling

"All my officers and mechanics are required to carry key cards. its how they are able to travel between the flagship and Naboo so easily. If miss Y/N is anywhere, she'll be with my Lazara. and luckily, my dear Lazara's key card has a bit of extra tech in it, so I can make sure she doesn't stray too far or into danger. I'm willing to bet if you find my cyare, you'll find your General and Y/N"

"Thank you, Waves. we'll set out to retrieve them immediately." Wolffe shook Waves' hand.

"We will provide jetpacks and the necessary sedatives you'll need for the job. Just one thing. When you find them, be gentle with my darling please. she's so kind and would hate for her to be hurt at all"

Wolffe could see the cracks in Waves' composure. He was as worried for his darling as him and his pack were.

"We'll bring them all home safe and sound, Commander" Wolffe said, putting his helmet on. they would not lose another minute.

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General Koon, Lazara and Y/N had all run in different direction. Scattering like prey beneath the wolves gaze.

But they were no match. Y/N saw Lazara scooped up by two of the Wolfpack, she couldn't tell who, but they seemed to sedate her as her body went limp for a second time that day.

She then saw General Koon darted from a distance. He didn't have his lightsaber but the clones were too smart to try and take him close up, resorting to a tranquillizer dart from a distance.

The General was taken away and just like that, she was the last left, with the fourth clone hot on her heels.

She was getting dizzy again. Y/N hadn't eaten anything in too long. The clone was catching up to her, but she couldn't move any faster. Suddenly her vision blurred. When it focused again she was face to face with Sinker's familiar helmet.

"No-"

"Pup, its okay-"

"No, NO-"

"Pup, please, its me, its Sinker!" He tried to reason with her, not sure why she seemed so panicked, tossing and turning, trying to get out of his grip.

"NO! LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN! YOU CAN'T, ITS TOO..." She had moved around too much in his arms, throwing herself out of his grip and dropping from hundreds of feet above Theed.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

Y/N screamed as she plummeted towards the ground, Sinker following her and catching her just before she hit the ground.

Hovering in place, he held her quivering, panicked form close, trying to soothe her, and calm himself.

"shh, shhhh, its okay sweet pup, its alright. I'm here. We all are. We're gonna take such good care of you now. Your safe with us okay. We were all so scared for you sweet girl."

Sinker kept cooing and whispering reassurances in her ear. Y/N couldn't hear any of them. Her blood was rushing in her ears from adrenaline, her body still shaking from the fall.

Sinker held her closer to his chest, squishing her against his cold, hard armor. She was shaking so bad, her eyes screwed shut. She didn't notice Wolffe, who had dropped off Plo and come down to help when he saw Y/N falling, approaching from behind her.

Wolffe crowded against her as much as he could mid air, his helmet coming to rest on the back of her head.

His own shoulders were shaking slightly. His throat horse from the scream he'd let out when he saw his sweet pup falling to her death.

"It's alright pup, everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna keep you safe. You must've been so scared. I'm so glad to see you again. I love you so much, we all do."

Wolffe kept talking as he raised his arm, a sedative in his hand. moving Y/N's hair to the side, tenderly caressing her bare skin, before plunging the needle into her neck.

The last thing Y/N heard before everything went black was Wolffe telling her they'd all be together again soon.

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Y/N woke up with the headache of the century. she was sore, and her mouth was dry.

She went to move, to look for her dog and tooka when she realized something. there was a bandage around her arm and she was surrounded by clones.

Her clones. They'd gotten her after all.

Y/N started to shakily unwrap the bandage, the clones around her begining to wake up.

"No, no, no..." Y/N muttered to herself, seeing what they had done to her. The light from a tracker blinking under the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, a little too close to her veins.

A warm naked chest pressed against her, thankfully, clothed back. Two warm arms enveloping her tenderly.

Wolffe kissed her forehead and moved down her face to kiss and nip at her neck and shoulder.

"M'sorry sweet pup, but you left us no choice." Y/N started to cry, Wolffe kissed away her tears, "We cant keep you safe and loved if you disappear."

Sinker, Boost and Comet cozied up to her sides.

"We missed you so much, our sweet, sweet pup."

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First Order!Poe Dameron x F!First Order!Reader

Content : reader is hierarchical superior, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, mention of war, sexual tension, sexual innuendo, mutual pining, slow burn, fluff

Words ~3600

For someone that woke up in a terrible mood today, this smile on your face is extremely bright. Fortunately for your credibility your head is hidden from the rest of your squadron thanks to your TIE. In your hand is a little flower freshly bought at the local market, the freshness of its blue petals unbothered by the dry air of this huge desert you landed on. The few droplets of water on its shaft are already evaporating and its beauty will be gone by the next hour but for now you let your heart beat at this gift.

You know who bought this for you. One of your men, Poe Dameron. He is the only one being cheeky enough to do such a thing and also the one never hiding that he doesn't care that much about some rules. The most talented pilot of your squadron is known for his outgoing nature and you would be lying to yourself if you thought he wasn't an attractive guy. Obviously he does think you are an attractive woman as he tries to flirt with you whenever he can. At first you considered him it to be some kind of asshole newcomer thinking he could do whatever he wanted under your lead but you found out early that he had no difficulty to obey you. No he was just a flirty guy not even intimidated by your ranking difference. You being his Commander ? No problem for Dameron.

You keep this lonely flower in the pocket at the front of your shirt, right by your left breast. At least it adds some color to the blackness making this heat worse than anything else. You have a few remarks to address your own superiors about this choice. Who can be stupid enough to make you wear all this black in such a place ? The base is barely starting to get built, droids are buzzing everywhere like hundreds of bugs. There are barely any organic living being here other than your squadron, another one and a battalion that isn't even complete. The politics of "always advancing, never slowing down" from the strategists is too premature in such hostile environment.

As you inspect your TIE already covered in sand, you hear this distinct voice behind you.

"Good morning Commander." Dameron says as you turn around.

"Good morning soldier." You reply as you grin at his sunglasses covering his eyes. "I see the suns are too much for you to handle."

"Well. You know the actual cause I guess," he laughs, "but at least it was fun. It could have been good for you to come over. You're always on your plans and machines."

The alcohol scent is not too strong, he certainly took a good bath at the only spot with water in the base, the temporary fountain then washed his teeth in it and got out. His clothes are not in a bad state, his black pilot uniform with a beige veil that moderate the heat by covering his head and most of his body. You should do the same it could save your life. Even in those conditions his curled and dark hair looks good and healthy. His skin got a bit more tanned than usual, and a stubble found its way on his sharp jaws. It looks... exquisite. A surprising mix of the strict First Order uniform and his relative nonchalance. He's lucky you're not on a mission and there are no superiors around yet. His lips are cracked due to thirst but their shape is still perfect. Obviously genetics got generous with that guy.

"It's the fate of a Commander." You say proudly as his smile widens. "You'll see it when you get promoted. No party in the middle of a recently conquered desert. Only orders. You'll realize that complaining about the lack of quarters won't be your priority anymore. At least you have your TIE to sleep in."

"Sure. But it could have been great to have you around. I know you're fun when you want to, ma'am."

"Maybe." You admit half-heartedly. "But I would have to contact our previous base with a hangover and no way the others see me like that."

"Even without alcohol. Or with just a little bit you know." He says as he puts his hands in his black pants pockets. "I see you got a flower ?"

"Dameron. I know it's you." You say with a smile.

He tilts his head to the side and his joy gets replaced by surprise.

"What ? No, no it doesn't come from me ma'am."

"Huh ?" You say while blinking, "what are you saying ?"

"I was just kidding, of course it comes from me." He says with a boyish smile showing his white teeth and a shrug. "I hope you like it."

He is just so casual about all of this that you can only be impressed. He is unlike anyone else you encountered in this Order. It's a great change. He's fun for a talented pilot in his thirties.

"I'm surprised you find the energy to cross the base to a local market and come back with your hangover just to bring me a flower." You say as you repress a smile.

"I didn't go there for that reason to be frank with you ma'am. I was hoping for some painkiller." He says as he rests against your TIE, his covered eyes wandering towards the trail of dozens of droids heading to the base. "But I saw that flower, found it pretty and thought it would be great to bring it back. You complain about the sand all the time so why not try to give you some vegetation to think about ?"

"I can't plainly realize how bold you can be sometimes Dameron." You half scold him with your hands on your hips. "A First Order soldier with a hangover that could get kidnapped by a rebel spy ? Doesn't that sound like a potential outcome to you ?"

"No, I know you would chase us down to kick his ass." He replies with another bright smile as he lands his gaze on you. "And mine too but his first and harder so I don't have anything to be afraid of."

Well he's not wrong, so you close your mouth, shake your head and go back to your TIE, noting all the micro damages inflicted to its outsides during the last sandstorm.

"So did you like that flower ?"

"Dameron, as much as I appreciate your dedication to what's important to you, I'd love to see you being as dedicated as you should to your duty." You scold him firmly without turning to him.

"Oh. Alright, yes ma'am." He says in a disappointed voice. "Sorry for annoying you."

It's painful to have to act like this and you can't stop yourself from staring at this man walking away. In all honesty you would have given up your respect for the rules if you were his equal. But you just can't. This kind of predicament is already extremely difficult to deal with in a squadron and you are not willing to feel guilty if anything had to happen to him during a mission. You would already feel extremely bad if this had to happen today. He's a good guy, really passionate in everything, or almost everything.

Covered in sand after spending your day outside, you take a quick stop at your own personal access to water in your quarters i.e a sink that hot broken during its travel to this part of the planet. So instead of washing yourself standing by it, you make the water leak down a bucket, and wash with a sponge you found to be unused. You weren't expecting it to be so aggressive to your skin but at least your epidermis is as soft as the suns are hot in the afternoon.

Once your hair got cleaned as well you go to the newest area of the base : the bar. No drink other than water for now, the boring white, grey and blue paint still fresh and horrible to your nose. Still good to relax.

"Our favorite Commander." Dameron greets you with a perfect military salute contrasting with the awful state of his clothing. "Welcome to our hellish heaven. Stinks but fun."

"Maker, what happened to you Dameron ?" You ask in genuine disbelief.

He changed his uniform for a beige pair of pants and a white large top hanging here and there where he didn't tuck it in his pants. No sunglasses on his face, and his hair is now just a mop of dark curls. His boots look clean at least. This is not nonchalance, more like the lack of self care.

"Heat made me go crazy so I came back in the base, took a shower and ran back here. I was wearing clothes by the way I haven't ran down the hallway naked." He explains deadpanned.

"You... you..." you start without much knowing where you're heading to as you keep eyeing him up and down critically. "You are lucky no supervisor has arrived yet, soldier."

He answers something with a cheeky voice but now that you just noticed the bump down there you feel confused. Well it's not in the man-happy-to-see-you mode, but more in the there-is-a-lot-to-pack-and-unpack and you don't know what to do with that information. It's not that obvious but now that you started to watch him due to his outfit...

"Maker I don't care go change your outfit." You sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"What ? Commander I can just tug that back in don't worry, the restroom are really far you know." He protests as he already starts to readjust his top.

You just turn around to walk away, sitting on some couch fixed to the wall. Other soldiers are arriving and of course, Dameron is back by your sides.

"Here we go ma'am." He says as he turns around himself with a proud gaze, arms extended. "Is that better ?"

"Get out of my way soldier." You spit suddenly as you hit the counter with your palm.

It's your fault, you leave him too much space and now everyone watch you all the time. They all say things you don't hear clearly as you don't spend time with them, too busy with your duty to find time to do anything else. Poe Dameron is a sunshine for you but today it's just too much. So you let him walk away, his good mood vanished just like yours. He shouldn't act like a teenager. He is a grown up, a killer just like the rest of you all, everyone's life depends on his as well. Here it's a new base, with new people as well. You can't let him spread this image of you letting your favorite pilot dictating his own rules. It wouldn't be good for your squadron.

Poe is nowhere to be seen around the base for at least ten hours. You don't run after him and don't ask for help from your men as they are free to go wherever they want but now you are starting to feel guilty. You could have handle it much better, after all all of your soldiers depended on your unity. But after a few hours spent at talking at your fellow Commander from the second squadron present on the base, you notice this familiar mop of dark hair appearing in the crowd of the bar. You don't leave your seat, too busy with this boring Commander yet keep an eye on what Dameron is doing. An outfit matching the minimum required by the rules, his usual charming face taunting random people of different genders, his beautiful lips drinking from a glass and... wait there is something else than water available now ? Since when ?

After a quick excuse you go to the bar to ask for something as strong as possible and with no surprise you see this same Poe Dameron resting his elbow on the counter, his cheeks already heated from the alcohol he took the time to absorb.

"Good evening Commander." He says with an exceptionally intense gaze. "Does my outfit fit better for this occasion ?"

"Good evening soldier. It does." You confirm as you sit down by his side.

It is merely better than what he was wearing before, similar colors but at least without you getting distracted by all the things being obviously a part of his crotch. Yet you can't forget them now as you get to have a sip of your first alcohol beverage in ages.

"Finally something acceptable from you. Should I empty a whole bottle for this occasion ?"

"Go ahead ma'am." He smiles.

With all the loud laughs and conversations around you you still manage to focus on his face. For your defense it is hypnotizing, especially his eyes. They are so expressive, so rich in subtle nuances of brown under this intense artificial light.

"Are you defying your superior ?" You ask him with a raised eyebrow.

"The woman behind it." He admits with a smile. "I'd love to measure myself to her. Who knows what hides behind this title. The most talented Commander of the First Order being the best drinker of this part of the universe. The ruthless killer emptying both Rebel bases and bottles."

"Stop playing the poet Dameron. You're a man of action."

"Can't I be both ?"

You empty your first glass as you feel this bound thickening between you, this defiance you send him and that same defiance he sends you back. He is not afraid. You defy him, he defies you back, and this interaction creates this chain of sexual arousing you both feel. It never ceases, gets in your mind over and over again.

"You? A poet ?"

"You know I offered you that flower Commander, I wrote the poem from a while ago." He adds as he rests his head on his fist, his gaze dreaming. "I may not be a poet with words but I know how to make someone understand how I feel."

"You are bold and stupid. I'm your superior."

"I do think you are the one sending me the most obscene glares I have ever received."

You hope he is right as you order another glass, just like him. You do hope this glare shakes him to the bone as you eye him up and down.

"I am evaluating your outfit, soldier." You remind him with a grin. "Keep your arrogance out of this please."

"I am afraid I can't. How are you going to keep your eyes on me without it ?"

You laugh at his question. He knows perfectly well how handsome he is and how to play with it. You saw his eyebrows overreacting to make people laugh, his seductive glares, his fake sad faces morphing into some else in a conversation in a matter of seconds. He is skilled.

"I am confident you are going to find another way, Dameron. Like by doing some mistake for example."

"Would it still be a mistake of I do it on purpose to hear you scolding me in my helmet ?"

"You really have nothing to lose anymore ?" You ask with a chuckle as you get another drink just like him. "Now you are about to admit you used to love it after you arrived in this squadron."

"I did love it in a way. I just regret we don't make it sound more productive."

You raise an eyebrow as he empties his glass before ordering another one immediately after.

"Sound ? How do you want to make it sound more productive ?"

"Well from your perspective I look like the useless fun guy annoying you. I'm not a useless fun guy and I know you know it but after hearing it dozens of times it's... it's tough." He says with a grimace directed at his freshly refilled glass. "Like... for my mood you know. I know I could do better with you and the squadron and just obey. As I should, after all I enlisted to get more disciplined that if I had to end up in some spice or living being trafficking. And I love the adventures we get as pilots. Uh... sorry I forgot what I wanted to say."

You melt at this man already losing his composure, his fingers running through his messy hair as he excuses himself with a shy gaze. It's rare to see him losing his composure to let the actual Poe Dameron appearing there, more fragile.

"I'm sorry for hurting you soldier, but I am your superior. I lead our squadron at war. You have to follow the rules. You do it wonderfully in space and in the air but you disobey on purpose once on land. You're my best element but you waste your own potential just to try to impress me when you know it does the opposite."

"I like getting your attention." He says with a soft smile as you avoid his gentle eyes. "It's stronger than me. The first time I saw you I knew you were beautiful but didn't think much of it I was actually focused on our training. But the more I listened to you giving orders I just... I couldn't help myself."

You empty your second glass slowly under his intense gaze, your heart starting to beat faster than anticipated.

"Dameron. You are desperate."

"I am. I am." He confirms with a scoff. "I mean who hadn't noticed it yet ?"

"It's dangerous for you. What if we lose someone in the squadron ?"

"Like... one of us or another pilot from our crew ? In any case we risk our lives. This idea may make you be afraid of living your life fully, but personally I only want to live it more intensely."

This is it. That is what motivates him to no end. The fear of dying without enjoying his life. It stucks something in you and you keep your gaze on your glass as he orders another one for the both of you.

"Dameron you're going to empty the whole bar at this rate."

"Did you like that flower ?"

Finally you cross his gaze again. He wants his answer and his dreaming smile is both infuriating and charming. He is a desperate man. A hot one.

"I did." You finally admit as he regains his full confidence. "It was a beautiful one and as you said, it changes from sand. Sorry for harassing you with my hatred for that desert."

"You're even cuter when you don't scream at me."

It shouldn't affect you like that but you chuckle at this as your neck and face start to burn slightly. You can't control this smile forming by itself.

"How bold Dameron. How bold."

"I do think much bolder things than this Commander." He mutters as he stares at you. "You would definitely keep your attention on me."

You raise an eyebrow at this, your interest showing as this time he is the one eyeing up and down. Now animated by this curiosity and will to push limits further, you turn fully to him on your sit which doesn't stop him from undressing you with his eyes. He nibbles his bottom lip a bit as you spread your legs the slightest, your pants not stopping him.

"I have my attention on you soldier, as requested." You say with a smile as his pupils set back on your face.

"Are you going to punch me if I tell you I love how hot you look when you're confident ?"

"I'm always confident."

"Exactly. I aspire to be like you one day. But with more love for life than for rules."

"You won't remain a Commander for long then."

"If it's the price to pay, then I agree to pay."

You let him glaring at you without any embarrassment, curiosity and slight arousal replaced with full lust as he empties his other glass, his glare begging for anything. His forehead is covered in sweat due to alcohol and you dodge the flames he sends you by grabbing his wrist as he's about to order something else.

"You drank more than you should Dameron. Order some water you need it."

"Yes ma'am." He whispers with a hoarse voice and still turned to you.

This time he is the one spreading his legs as he gets more comfortable turned to you. As his attention is back on the droid serving him three glasses of water you see again this bump between his thighs. Still the a-lot-to-pack-and-unpack and nothing more lewd from him. It's been so long for you, maybe it would be good to get such an interesting guy and set your squadron and responsibilities on fire ? You like him, he's good-looking, he respects you, he's not too drunk and you neither... but maybe he's too much into you ? You don't want to hurt him he's a guy you appreciate for real.

"Something interesting Commander ?" He scoffs.

Maker you don't care much about getting caught. Not at all even especially when you see this hope and anticipation in his dark eyes.

"Follow me Dameron."

He does.

"Where ?" He asks eagerly.

"My quarters."

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