#thank u rex. makes no sense at all-

[fairymint]

Rex with Bofadese :3

Recommend romantic candidates...?

".....come on, that's not very romantic. What am I, a blooming onion?"

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Hear ye hear ye

Can u make some more cannons with Bam? I loved your last ones they were so cute, also how do you think Bam would react if he saw someone else being a bit too flirty with the reader lol

Possessive Bam HC’s + Fic!

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, alcohol, unwelcome flirting, violence, masochism, hickeys, biting, marking, kissing

An: This fic was inspired by this post by @ittydoor, which i couldn’t get out of my head until I wrote something based off of it!! Special thanks to @camariesintrusivethoughts for sending it to me in the first place ;D

Bam doesn’t like people touching (or hell, even staring at) things that belong to him,

Namely, you.

So if he caught wind that a guy even looked at you funny, much less started getting flirty with you, the situation could end in one of two ways.

Since he’s a little shit in general, it makes sense that his go to response to someone trying to hit on you would be flaunting that you were his

Let’s set the scene: The two of you are out at some bar and your boyfriend stepped away for a minute to go take a piss,

And he returned to some some asshole tryin’ to chat you up.

“I’m really flattered, but I hav-“

You were cut off by the pair of hands that quietly snaked around your waist. One glance at those rings, and you knew who was behind you

Bam pulled you in close, enough that you could feel the warmth from his torso through his clothes as he leaned his head onto your shoulder, nuzzling against you like a needy cat-

Hell, he was practically purring like one too.

Before making coy eye contact with the guy and flashing him a ‘they’re mine’ grin, “Hey.”

One word, and so much condescension- so much Animal Planet style territory claiming.

Speaking of claiming territory, Bam has all these little ways of showing off that you’re his

Sometimes it was sweet, like when he was a little too eager to loan you his clothes to wear in the morning after you slept over at the castle

Or the delicate, silver heartagram necklace he bought you for your anniversary- this small, unmistakable symbol marking you as his

Other times, however, his methods of letting people know exactly who you belonged to weren't exactly as innocent…

Even if he didn’t have this whole way of viewing you as his territory, Bam’s generally a bit of an affectionate biter,

So no matter where you went, people would be gawking at the little pink love bites that littered your neck and shoulders (much to your boyfriend’s demented amusement)

Point is, what’s his is his, and Bam wasn't shy about letting other people know that.

Which leads me to the other way he’d make sure people know you were his…

The scene and the setting was as follows: it was Saint Patrick’s day, right around two in the morning, and you were walking home from Rex’s with Bam after having spent the night doing what everyone does on a drinking holiday, and maybe it was too dark for that guy at the payphone across the street and his dipshit buddy to see Bam’s arm coiled around your waist or the dark, maroon hickeys that littered your neck, because if they had seen them, they wouldn’t have gotten in this situation. You could’ve sworn you heard one of them murmur, “Nice ass…” to nobody in particular, but you paid him no mind, because you didn’t get that offended when people hit on you.

Bam, on the other hand, did. Very much so.

The guy he was with shot a sleazy glance your way and slurred half drunkenly, “Yeah, I’d fuck ‘em...” That comment is what set your boyfriend off like a cobra who had been waiting to strike, and in a flash he was across the street, swinging his fists in these full force roundhouses- different from the limp, wimpy Bam punches you were used to. Seeing that fight was like going to the zoo and slipping the wolverines angel dust, the way the two- now three of them were duking it out. And Bam was laughing his ass off, enjoying this type of thingway too much, “Yeah? How d’ya like that? Oh yeah, punch me. C’mon, punch me in the-“ Maybe, in some twisted way, he felt like he was defending your honor. Bam’s taunting was brought to a quick stop with a blow to the side of the head as his teeth planted jagged roots into his tongue and he could taste his own blood.

Ducking a punch from the other guy, he turned around and hit him straight on- pow! Like a spring loaded cartoon boxing glove right to the jaw. But Mr. Rubberbones bounced back like he’d done in a thousand stunts and bar fights, with this menichial little glint in his eye, sneering at the guy who just hit him with blood smeared teeth, “Yeah, do it again, fucker- I like that shit.” It was like Tarantino level violence, the badassness of which was not in any way dissuaded by the fact that the cocky smirk plastered across Bam’s face didn’t slip for a second through the torrent of fists.

Just as quickly as it had started, those two dickheads backed off from the two of you with their tails between their legs. That left you, trying to figure out if it was normal you got so turned on watching your boyfriend beat the shit out of two random strangers. Well, you didn’t have to deliberate it much given the way that in the time you were pondering this, Bam had returned to your side and pulled you in, kissing you like a soldier returning from war. His blood mingled with your saliva as he possessively ran his rough hands up your torso in a way to say ‘Mine. This one’s mine’. and you decided yes, it was totally hot.

[silver-ace-of-spades]

Silly Mario Incorrect Quotes From The Generator (Oops! All Koopalings (and Jr))

♤◇♧♤

*when a child starts crying in public*

Iggy: *tries to make the child laugh*

Lemmy: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down*

Morton: *gives instructions to the parents*

Junior: *cries with the child*

Wendy: *ignores the child*

Ludwig: *is the reason why the child is crying*

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13-year-old Ludwig, when Junior was 4: You say “Please” and “Thank you” in front of Junior all the time, and he never repeats it.

Ludwig: But you call Roy “Ass-faced motherfucker” ONE TIME…

●●●

Larry: But what about Junior?

Ludwig: Don't worry about him.

Ludwig: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.

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Wendy: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.

●●●

Iggy: *nudges Ludwig at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Ludwig? Wake up, Ludwig! Listen! They're sexless!

Ludwig: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.

●●●

Roy: Today, Junior said a swear word, so Ludwig said that he was going to wash Junior's mouth out with soap. Junior replied, “It’s okay, I like the taste of soap”. Turns out, he's been putting soap on his lips to blow bubbles.

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Lemmy: Help! I’m drowning!

Roy: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water!

Lemmy: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

●●●

Iggy: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet.

Ludwig: Why’d you get banned?

Iggy: Touched the rat.

Ludwig: … What rat?

Iggy: Chunky Cheese.

●●●

Junior, jumping out of Ludwig's closet: BOO!

Ludwig:

Junior:

Ludwig:

Junior: *makes a sad face*

Ludwig: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

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Larry: I need a long word.

Morton: T-rex but the long one.

●●●

Larry: Wendy, I’m afraid.

Wendy: Just stay close to Iggy.

Larry: That's why I’m afraid.

●●●

Iggy: Yo dumbass, get over here.

Lemmy: Okay-

Morton: *gleefully runs past* I’m coming!

Lemmy, sadly: I thought... I was dumbass...

●●●

Larry: Iggy isn’t answering my messages.

Lemmy: Allow me.

Larry: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi-

Iggy: *replying to message* Hello.

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Roy: Advice of the day kids, if you ever meet someone who calls Gatorade flavors the actual name of the flavor instead of just the color then they are a certified nerd.

Ludwig: Yeah but you have to specify, frost glacier or cool blue? You can’t just say blue because there’s more than one blue.

Roy: Blue and light blue, nice try nerd.

●●●

Iggy: What are your adjectives?

Wendy: …You mean my pronouns?

Iggy: No, I know what your pronouns are! What are your adjectives?

Wendy: …I dunno. What are yours?

Iggy: Noisy and chaotic!

Wendy: I’ve never had something go from making no sense to making complete sense so quickly.

●●●

Morton: Baby vibes... hold gentle... like hamburger.

Roy: Punt like football.

●●●

Iggy: Two truths and a lie, I’ll start!

Iggy: I’ve killed a man, I will kill again, and it burns when I pee.

Ludwig, visibly nervous: I don’t- I don’t like this game.

●●●

Wendy: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out.

Ludwig: Fucking Lemmy and Iggy were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

●●●

Roy or Wendy: I will be using so much pink you’ll be seeing green by the end from sensory deprivation.

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Wendy: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance?

Larry: No.

Ludwig: No.

Wendy: Didn't think so.

●●●

Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Iggy, with Morton and Lemmy behind him: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Iggy: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Iggy: Junior FUCKING FELL OFF!

●●●

Junior, holding out a cookie for Ludwig: Look! This ones a heart, that’s how I feel about you!

Ludwig: *Ugly crying*

Junior, holding out another cookie for Lemmy: This ones like Michigan, that’s how I feel about you!

Lemmy, throwing his hands in the air: What does that mean?!

●●●

Ludwig: So, Lemmy is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Roy: Why?

Ludwig: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Lemmy, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

●●●

Roy: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies?

Iggy: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials.

Lemmy: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby.

Larry: Rock also defeats baby.

●●●

Junior: I'm very scary.

Roy: You're about as scary as a wet kitten.

Junior: Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me.

Roy: And small.

Junior:

Junior: ...Yeah, yeah. I guess.

●●●

Ludwig, to the rest of the Koopalings: None of you know what propaganda is, do you?

Roy: I think it’s when a British person takes a good look at something.

●●●

Junior: The saying “it is better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission” no longer applies to Roy.

●●●

Wendy: My diamond earring came off in the ocean and it's gone!

Junior: Wendy, there's people that are dying.

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Morton: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times.

Wendy: I hope you understand how food poisoning works.

Morton: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger I couldn’t eat.

●●●

Iggy, having recently lost his glasses: KILL THE BUG!!!

Larry: ....That’s a gecko—

●●●

Ludwig: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.

Roy: All I drank was Redbull!

Ludwig: How many?

Roy: Eighteen.

●●●

Lemmy: honk.

Ludwig: WHAT.

Lemmy: HONK.

Ludwig: WHAT DOES HONK MEAN THIS TIME YOU WHIMSICAL PIECE OF SHIT?????

●●●

Morton: *coughs blood*

Iggy: Don't die, Morton!

Morton: Don't tell me what to do!

●●●

Lemmy, skipping rocks on a lake with Iggy: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Iggy: Yeah, it is.

Iggy: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

●●●

Ludwig: You shouldn't be using a straw.

Roy: I know, I know, it's bad for the environment and stuff.

Ludwig: Yeah, but I mean... it's a weird way to eat spaghetti.

●●●

Ludwig: Junior, please calm down.

Junior: I asked for two large fries!

Junior: *dumps fries onto table*

Junior: But all they did was give me a MILLION FREAKING LITTLE ONES!

●●●

Junior: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Wendy, used to Junior being dumb: Sure...

Junior: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Wendy: Okay?

Junior: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Wendy:

Junior: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Wendy: Jesus, that one is a little-

Morton, interested: No, no, Junior, keep going.

●●●

Roy: Coca Cola is a health potion, Pepsi is a mana potion.

Larry: What’s grape soda?

Roy: It’s fucking purple baby!!!

●●●

Ludwig: What’s your favorite color?

Roy: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.

Ludwig: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

Roy: My favorite color is pink.

●●●

Morton: *makes Junior a cup of tea but accidentally puts salt in it*

Junior: *sips tea*

Morton:

Junior: *finishes tea*

Morton: Didn't it taste bad?

Junior: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all.

Morton, tearing up: Oh, okay.

●●●

Roy: I can't believe you've done this.....

Larry: I'm sorry I didn't know-!

Roy, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

●●●

Ludwig: This is a bad idea.

Lemmy: Then why are you coming along?

Ludwig: Someone has to get your injured ass home.

●●●

Roy, in a horrible German accent: Bill Nye is on break, I'm Bill Nein.

Lemmy: Can I go to the bathroom?

Roy, in the same horrible German accent: Nein!

●●●

Wendy: *Turns on the kitchen light*

Iggy: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*

Wendy: It’s four in the morning.

Iggy: Turn the light back off.

●●●

Iggy: So Junior, how did your first time cooking dinner go?

Junior: Pretty good if I do say so myself.

Iggy: Ooh! Okay, what are we having?

Junior: Alright, so for appetizers, we have a potato.

Iggy: A whole potato?

Junior: Yes. And then for the main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches!

Iggy: These just look like big slabs of black.

Junior: Because that's what they are!

Junior: And then for desert, we have chocolate.

Iggy: These are just chocolate chips?

Junior: They sure are!

Junior: And then for drinks, we have toast!

Junior: *lifts up a glass of blended toast* Bon appetit!

●●●

Larry: *holding a salt packet* It’s just a little sodium chloride.

Ludwig: Actually Larry, it’s salt.

Larry: That’s what I said, sodium chloride.

Ludwig: Uh Larry, that would be salt.

Ludwig: *takes salt packer from Larry* This is iodized table salt, which in addition to sodium chloride contains anti-caking agents and potassium iodate, which is added to prevent iodine deficiency. So not only are you being overly pretentious by insisting on using scientific terminology for everyday items, you are factually wrong. Your arrogance is your downfall, you annoying little shit.

●●●

Lemmy: I'm having problems with a guy...

Wendy: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?

●●●

Ludwig: New year, same me. Because I'm perfect.

●●●

Junior: What the frick.

Junior: ESPN is showing 2003 national jump rope championship.

Junior: Who the heck watches jump rope competiti- ooh bouncy.

●●●

Lemmy: Iggy just insisted Morton and I remember a code word in case we’re ever confronted by his clone or a cyborg doppelgänger and we’re not sure which is the real him and which is the imposter.

Lemmy: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.

●●●

Wendy: I’m not like other girls. I’m way, way worse.

●●●

Iggy, watching a TV show about Luigi: I think I should be allowed on ghost hunter tv shows.

Larry: I think that would be dangerous for the ghosts.

●●●

Roy: Can I borrow five dollars?

Ludwig: If you’re only borrowing it, does that mean you’ll pay me back?

Roy: Of course.

Roy: Not directly, but with my love and affection.

Ludwig: So that’s a no.

●●●

Junior: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm.

Ludwig: That is not something you actually have installed.

Junior: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

●●●

Wendy: What did you two do?

Iggy:

Lemmy:

Wendy: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.

●●●

Ludwig: "Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge" - Charles Darwin

Larry: What the fuck? Begets isn't a word. Quit trying to make up words, fuckface.

●●●

Wendy: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Larry : Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging.

Morton: Waking up in the morning.

Roy: Waking up.

Ludwig: Waking up in the morning...

Ludwig: And seeing Iggy.

Iggy: Hey! Rude!!

●●●

Ludwig: What do you all intend on majoring in?

Morton: Respecting women.

Larry: Minecraft.

Wendy: Criminal justice and psychology.

Iggy: I'm terrified that I’ll lock myself into an interest that I’ll no longer be passionate about in a few years like all the other areas of study I’ve pursued over my life!

Lemmy: Minecraft as well.

●●●

Lemmy: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

●●●

Junior, to Bowser: Ludwig called me the b-word!

Ludwig: "Motherfucker" doesn't begin with b.

●●●

Junior: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there’s nothing there?

Roy: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before.

Junior:

Junior: *sobs*

Morton: You fucking scared him, you idiot.

●●●

Ludwig: Have I ever told you that you cook well?

Junior: Awww, no, you haven't!

Ludwig: So why do you keep cooking?

●●●

Roy: We all have our demons.

Iggy, grabbing Lemmy: This one’s mine!

●●●

Wendy: *sighs*

Morton: You bored?

Wendy: Yeah.

Morton: Wanna start drama for no reason?

Wendy: I thought you’d never ask.

●●●

Ludwig: If you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I am not. I am out there, very dangerous, and I am looking for you. Good luck.

●●●

Junior: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Dad made me get tested.

●●●

Ludwig: Hey, quick question. How petty am I allowed to be?

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Ludwig: “Ladies and gentlemen” is unnecessarily gendered, overly formal, lengthy, and honestly, I’m falling asleep already. “Cowards” on the other hand, is inclusive to all genders, to the point, and dramatic.

●●●

Iggy: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

●●●

Iggy: I’d kill someone if you asked me to.

Lemmy: I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.

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Iggy: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog".

Ludwig: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?

●●●

Ludwig: Lemmy, if you don't shut up I'm going to throw myself out of the car.

*click*

Ludwig: DID YOU JUST TURN THE FUCKING CHILDRENS' LOCK ON?!

●●●

Roy: *Takes a sip of milk and gags*

Roy: Oh my god, is this expired?

Roy: *Takes another sip of milk*

●●●

Iggy: I'm hot, I’m tall, I'm gay, and I'm on my theatre kid arc.

●●●

Ludwig: Stop thinking whatever you're thinking.

Lemmy: Huh?

Ludwig: You always make that face when you're about to say something stupid just to piss me off. So cut it out-

Lemmy: I love you.

Ludwig:

Lemmy:

Lemmy: Also, cereal qualifies as a soup.

Ludwig: I KNEW IT!!

●●●

Iggy, near tears: Please, Junior, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!

●●●

*Lemmy shoots a gun in the lounge room while Ludwig is chilling*

Ludwig: This is why Dad doesn’t FUCKING love you!

*Lemmy runs off while snickering*

●●●

Roy: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘I am very proud of you. Love, Dad’*

Ludwig: Oh yeah. I didn’t think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: ‘Be good. For the love of God, Please be good.’*

●●●

Roy: Ludwig? I mixed redbull with coffee and now I can see sounds, should I worry?

Ludwig: Roy, I swear to god—

●●●

Wendy: I'm gonna nickname my child "Lil Bitch".

Junior: I see you're passing on your name.

●●●

Ludwig: You’re giving me a sticker?

Iggy: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Ludwig: I’m not a preschooler.

Iggy: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Ludwig: I earned this, back off!

●●●

Ludwig, texting: Answer your phone

Larry, texting back: Wait a minute, I can’t find my phone

Ludwig: Understood

Ludwig, 5 minutes later: You’re a terrible person. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing me, Larry.

●●●

*The Koopalings are playing Chess*

Ludwig: *easily beats everyone because he knows how to play*

Iggy: *doesn’t know the rules, but wins anyway*

Lemmy: *doesn’t know the rules, and loses*

Wendy: *knows the rules, but still loses to those who don’t*

Roy and Junior: Actually, you can’t do that, because I said so.

Larry and Morton: They named a board game after cheese?

●●●

Iggy: Inside you, there are two kidneys.

Iggy: I’m gonna steal them.

●●●

Ludwig: When I was your age-

Iggy, mocking Ludwig: When I was your height.

Ludwig:

Ludwig: Listen here you little shit-

●●●

Iggy: Being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot.

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Lemmy: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not!

Ludwig: Lemmy, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday.

Lemmy: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it!

Wendy: ...It was a bug.

Lemmy: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not!

Ludwig: ...

Wendy: ...

Lemmy: Stop looking at me like that!

●●●

Ludwig: I hate to disagree with you, but-

Larry: Please, you love to disagree with me. Its your favorite thing to do.

●●●

Roy: Are you okay?

Junior, crying: Yeah, it was just the onions.

Roy: *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to Junior?

●●●

Morton (5 years in the future): What are you drinking?

Iggy (now 19): Vodka.

Morton: Straight?

Iggy: No, gay. Why?

●●●

Roy: Valentines Day? I'm ready. *Sprays an entire can of AXE body spray on himself*

●●●

Wendy: You read my diary?

Iggy: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

●●●

Lemmy: I told Junior to grab snacks for everyone.

Ludwig, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks?

*Lemmy, Junior, and Larry raise their hands*

●●●

Iggy: Today at 7 am, Roy poured a Monster energy drink in his coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing.

Larry: I watched Roy brew his coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think he ascended into the astral realm.

Ludwig: The survivability of Koopas never fails to amaze me.

●●●

Wendy: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on fire??

Iggy: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

Junior: Why were you microwaving a lemon???

Iggy: I read boiling lemons helps cover up up bad smells (I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges) but I didn't own any pots.

Larry: Did you burn an orange too? How???

●●●

Iggy: Microwave for 40 minutes. 😔

●●●

Roy, some time after turning 18: I am a responsible adult!

Larry, now a teenager: *raises brow*

Roy: I am an adult.

Junior: Hey, you wanna know a secret?

Wendy: No.

Junior: Okay.

Wendy:

Wendy: Do you smell smoke?

Junior: The secret is that the house is on fire.

●●●

Roy: Damn, the power went out.

Junior: Don’t worry, I got this.

Junior: *stomps foot*

Roy: What-?

Junior: *Sketchers light up*

●●●

Ludwig: *bites lip* Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?

Cop: That isn’t gonna work, hands behind your back.

●●●

Iggy: *chokes on something*

Morton: Jeez, Iggy, don't die on us.

Iggy: Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!

●●●

Larry: Good. Thanks, dad.

Junior: You just called Ludwig “dad”. You just said “thanks, dad.”

Larry: What? No, I didn’t. I said “thanks, man”.

Ludwig: Do you see me as a father figure, Larry?

Larry: No. If anything I see you as a bother figure ‘cause you’re always bothering me.

Wendy: Hey! Show your father some respect!

●●●

Larry: *spits mouthful of blood onto floor* You’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths.

Dentist: Please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you.

●●●

Roy: Guess what number I’m thinking of.

Ludwig: 420?

Roy: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously.

Lemmy: 69.

Roy: Yeah it was 69.

●●●

Wendy: What kinds of sounds annoy you?

Iggy: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones?

Wendy, now interested: Lets say imaginary.

Iggy: Spiders wearing flip flops.

●●●

*The Koopalings are at Home Depot*

Junior: *Fell in the cacti display while wandering around the garden section*

Iggy: *Shitting in the display toilets*

Morton and Larry: *Tokyo Drifting one of those flatbed carts down the aisles*

Wendy: *Stealing paint chips for aesthetic purposes*

Ludwig: *Just wanted some goddamn lightbulbs and everyone ruined it*

Roy and Lemmy: *In the car sleeping*

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Ludwig, at Bowser's wedding: What the hell were you thinking?

Lemmy: I heard releasing birds at a wedding is romantic!

Ludwig: You released OSTRICHES!

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*at a zoo*

Junior: What are they in for?

Wendy: Junior, this isn't prison.

Junior: So they can leave?

Wendy: No, but-

Junior, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.

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Lemmy: iuegrukfhoeuhfeoruhf

Ludwig: What is that?

Lemmy: it’s a keyboard smash

Ludwig: How do I do it?

Lemmy: just press anything

Ludwig: 7

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Junior: Get your hand off my shield!

Wendy: There's like a million other shields.

Junior: Take that one, it has a flower on it. Girls like flowers.

Wendy: *hits Junior with the shield* Oops! Now this one has blood on it.

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Roy: How would you like your coffee?

Junior: As dark as my soul.

Roy: Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

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Roy: *casually taking four stairs at a time*

Junior, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

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Wendy: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Junior: Put spaghetti in it.

Wendy: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.

Larry: Put spaghetti in it.

Wendy: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.

Roy: Put spaghetti in it.

Wendy: I am no longer taking suggestions.

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omg yES I'd love a part two to the Captain Rex headcanons with an anxious reader with the relationship part since you offered! ;u; I loved the first part so much (and that you included more from the 501st!) tytytyty 💙💙💙

Aw anon I'm so glad! Thank you for coming back as well, and continuing to fuel my feelings for our fine captain. 💙

Warnings and Information: Largely the same as part one. Undescribed fem!Reader with unspecified anxiety/anxious tendencies. Lots of fluff and other good feelings, primarily. Follows bullet point format. No Mando'a used this time. Reader is given different "nicknames" from the Clones to by-pass the use of a name in some cases.

Word count: 2,458

The set-up 

The first time he goes to ask you if you'd like to grab some caf together, or go check out that little corner store not too far from the base by speederbike that one of your coworkers mentioned to you in passing, Rex puts in the effort to clean up his armor a bit. Now he doesn't go so far as to polish and repaint all the parts, but he doesn't want to look fresh off a battlefield either where he's caked in mud and dirt and ash. He wants to show you he cares by looking nice when he goes to lay out his offer. You're past the probationary period following your transfer, and he thinks it'd be nice to sort of celebrate that. 

You're in your jumpsuit, cheerfully strutting around the hangar to complete the necessary work a little earlier than usual this morning when he first sees you. "Good morning, Captain Rex!" You're all bright-eyed and sunny smiles for so early in the day. Must be in a really good mood now that you feel the weight that comes with being fresh blood in the "office" has been lifted from your shoulders. Can breathe a little easier when there are less eyes scrutinizing your every move. "You're in a good mood today." Rex replies, careful to keep the right balance of being personable and professional within earshot of other civilian staff, as always, "Is there a special reason?" Your grin and your body language tells him everything he needs to know. 

"Oh, no reason. Reasons, on the other hand…" you suggest, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from giggling within earshot of those same workers that you've seen him eyeing out of caution. You can afford to be a little braver now, but you should still be cautious. Rex smiles, delighted to hear and see that you're not feeling quite so anxious as you once were. You still have your nervous, self-soothing quirks like fiddling with the wrist-strap of your time device whenever you wear one, or twirling a stylus between your nimble fingers or rocking softly on the balls of your feet. Rex doesn't see you utilize them quite as often these days now that you're off probation, and it makes him feel so much better to see you more relaxed and comfortable here. 

He still asks his brothers to keep an eye on you or give you any help in his stead if he senses you becoming overly anxious about anything. Dogma still offers to take any paperwork down to General Skywalker for you (and is certain to remember to knock, now). Fives and Echo still hang out around your desk and your workspace whenever they get the chance. Tup drops by with small snacks or drinks from the mess if you can't spare a moment to get away from your work (and he'll never say no to an offer to help fix up his hair, either). Kix has been by a few times to come sit with you when the anxiety gets really bad, coaching you through your grounding exercises, or acting as a GAR medic (who has authority to treat civilian staff in non-emergency situations) he can administer something to take the edge off. And Jesse has made plausible excuses for you to your boss's face if you've needed to step away and collect yourself, if it's really severe. 

They all figure if the captain likes you, and on occasion asks them to check in with you for his "peace of mind" ("Captain Rex has a cruuuuush~" "Hardcase stop before you get yourself in troub-" "It's not just the Captain, Fives. She does too.") they shouldn't be afraid to cement their friendships with you anymore. 

“Oh, by the way, Captain,” you call over your shoulder as you walk off to where you’d been summoned, “your armor looks very nice today.” Unfortunately, you were called away to take care of something just as he plucks up his nerve to ask if you’d like to grab a cup of caf with him before the day really gears up, but he doesn’t have to wait much longer for another opportunity.

The first "date"

It comes as a rather impromptu and unofficial thing, with one of the mechanics shouting across the hangar as he wraps up his welding kit that the repairs have been finished on a LAAT that had taken a heavy beating. "Captain! Gunship's good to go!" These guys are good. You get to the gunship before Rex does, admiring the handiwork of the repairmen in awe. "Wow… almost looks brand new, doesn't it?" He agrees with a chuckle, elbow to elbow with you. "What's it like to fly in one of these?" you ask, turning to him with earnest curiosity. It surprises him. "Weren't you transferred to the base in one of these?"

You shake your head, the datapad cradled a little tighter against your chest. "No, I got here by passenger shuttle." 

Stay here, he tells you, he has an idea. He just needs to go find where Hawk is. 

Hawk takes little time to get kitted-up in order to go take the LAAT for a test flight. Rex boards the gunship first, taking hold of one of the handles overhead before offering a hand out to you to help you up. 

You regard the offered hand with mild apprehension, unclear if this is even allowed. "A-are you certain I can be up there? I'm just a civilian. I don't know that I can-" A simple smile is all he needs to calm you, quell your fraying nerves. “I’ll think of some clever excuse if anyone asks.” Rex promises you with one of his charming smiles and playful lift of his brow. He allows you to stand beside him so you feel more secure, showing you where best to grip the support handles as Hawk gears everything up. “Best hold on,” he warns you before you’d feel that lurch in your stomach as the ground falls away fast. 

He tells Hawk to take it pretty easy, just a few test laps around the base and not too fast, and Rex keeps his eye on you as Hawk climbs the gunship high enough for his liking. Any sign from you that this was getting to be too much, and he would call it off. But you’re all giddy smiles and awed murmurings as you bravely peek at the ground far below from time to time. 

“Beginning aerial test laps, Captain. I promise to go easy, ma’am!” Hawk calls back to the pair of you, beginning to maneuver and swing the gunship out to the right, making you bump hips with the Captain, unprepared to brace for the movement with your legs in addition to your upper body. You go to apologize, but he puts his hand on your opposite hip without a word (at first) to hold you a little closer to him to help you feel secure and steady. Rex apologizes to you for not warning you about the nature of the  turns. “Flown in these things more times than I can count; it’s all just second nature to me.” You suppose that makes a lot of sense, surely a little flushed in the face, being so close. On the next turn, you know to anticipate it this time, but you still lean pretty heavily against him.

What happens next however is absolutely not your fault. Hawk purposefully takes a much sharper turn as he completes one of his last laps, and with the centrifugal force you’re really pushed up against Captain Rex, practically chest to chest with him now, and then laughs apologetically from the cockpit. “Whoops, sorry sweetheart! Got a little carried away on that one. You alright?” You’re fine, you answer just loud enough for Hawk to hear, finding yourself still so close against Rex, his hand still on your hip to hold you steady. You and Rex look at each other for one long moment, almost missing what Hawk says about taking you in for a landing, feeling a little lost in the other’s eye…

Once you’re back on the ground, you thank Hawk for letting you come along on the test flight for the repaired LAAT. “Oh, you’re welcome! I hope it was nice despite that one turn. Just got a little ahead of myself and forgot you’re not used to those kinds of ships.” You promise it’s okay, and thank him again. You should probably get back to work now, you explain, a little color in your cheeks after smiling at Rex and bidding him goodbye next.

He makes no mention of the transfer-smear of lip product found on his Captain’s face, one that looks an awful lot like the color you’re wearing this morning, until he’s certain you’re out of earshot. “That’s a nice color on you, Captain.” Rex takes a moment to clean his cheek of the evidence, a gentle pout playing across his features, his broad nose creasing as he responds to Hawk’s compliment. “You swung too wide on that last turn before we landed…”

As partners 

It’s not long after that that things kick off. Secretly. There’s no official code or regulation against this (you’d know: Echo and Dogma checked for one extensively, separately and together) relationship taking place, but you’re going to keep it on the down-low for the most part. Rex has a professional image to maintain as a captain of the GAR, and you risk being transferred out should any of your higher-ups feel this partnership of sorts comes as a hindrance or serious detriment to your job as a civilian. (“Do you know how many want to be in your shoes? Do you have any idea just how sought-after this position is?” “A-A very good idea, actually. That’s why I’m here, sir. I promise, I’m not going to make any trouble.” (Oh how Fives and Jesse had wanted to give the civilian staff member you reported to a piece of their minds for talking to you like that.)) You and Rex find a way to make it work, with a little help from his brothers.

He visits you during work. Often as he can. Sometimes it's planned out in advance, where the two of you have lots of time alone. He makes sure that you're doing okay, and that you're taking care of yourself, of course, but primarily these opportunities to see you are just to spend time with you. Take his mind off of the war. Take your mind off of your job, or whatever troubles you. Sometimes it's discreet, spur of the moment little meetings in empty offices… or secluded corners his brothers have told him about. 

"There's a blind spot in the cameras around here," Hardcase explains, unprompted, one afternoon over nutrimush in the mess hall, "You can get away with a lot of stuff right there behind the shelving." He's not sure if he's about to reprimand Hardcase as his Captain or to thank him as a brother for this insight for a long moment. "What do you mean by get away with a lot of stuff, 'Case?" There's quite a few options it turns out. Stash some contraband, (re)paint your armor without being bothered too much, or just… y'know. Have a nap? (Damn, okay, aside from whatever Hardcase means by contraband that sounds like a pretty great spot.) "Maybe I'll… check it out." Rex agrees with a simple shrug. 

Oh and if he does, he has to be careful about a certain box on the shelves. Can't put empty snack wrappers back in it otherwise it'll attract ants again, Hardcase says he learned that one the hard way and it took a while to get it back under control just short of throwing away his whole collection of snacks. Two of them are welcome to just about anything they find in the box if Rex takes you there, but the energy drinks are off limits. 

"Or just leave Hardcase five credits if you do take one." Echo calls from a little further down the table, pouring over some section of the regulation manual related to your job that you were having trouble understanding. (They used a lot of unnecessary and complicated words because it was translated into Basic from another galactic language.) "Fives and I do it all the time." A few more brothers confirm that they do the same since being let in on Hardcase's little secret. Dogma insists he does not. "I don't like these crazy energy drinks they come up with. 'Trotting Tauntaun' and 'Hyperspace Rush'? Makes me feel sick to my stomach and my heart race…" (It's probably all the caffeine, Kix calls back to him from Rex's left. Dogma might have a low tolerance for it and that's why he doesn't like it.) 

This little nook within the hangar becomes the perfect place to decompress whenever Captain Rex notices you are looking more anxious than typical. One of his men has stashed away an old GAR-issue blanket that's stained with various smears of cobalt blue - 501st's Blue - but still plenty warm and comfortable to wrap up in. You can tell that it's Fives who added a little stack of flimsi scraps to write notes on the first time you come back here to this corner of the hangar with the Captain. Rex can see from a mile away that Kix is to thank for the healthier options within the box of Hardcase's snacks. 

You're both not sure who scribbled your name along with his under the list of people who were "invited" here, but it makes you cry, in a happy way. To welcome their brother here would be one thing - all Clones had come up with secret, secluded spaces for themselves to have their privacy and establish stealthy boundaries for themselves and their well-being - but they were inviting you too. None of your other colleagues know about this sequestered space. They trusted you to keep their secrets. They liked you. Really liked you. 

"To our Captain and his girl" the note begins, waiting for you both on top of the neatly folded blanket when Rex first helped you here, trying to help you settle your nerves after you were badly frightened by a speederbike backfiring outside the base as it whizzed past, "Welcome to our cozy little corner! We hope you like it here and trust that you'll keep it a better secret than General Skywalker and Senator Amidala being a "thing". Speaking of, figured it was time to let the loth-cat out of the bag now that you're both getting as serious as this war allows~. - The 501st"

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In Command - Part 13

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A/N: HAPPY SUNDAY Y'ALL!! Have another chapter! I was gonna try and delay this a bit to overlap with something else, but I am impatient, so here we go. As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me and making sure my ramblings make sense!

Chapter Rating: E

Warnings: explicit sexual content (PiV sex), language, canon-typical violence, graphic injury

Word Count: 9.2k words

Senna felt like she was drifting through a dream. Everything around her seemed muffled and muted, although she was acutely aware of the soreness between her legs and the presence next to her. Rex’s hand rested in the small of her back as they made their way back through the mingling couples in the club, brushing past the cleaning droid that was already heading towards their abandoned booth.

This is fine. 

She barely heard what the Pa’lowick attendant said as they retrieved their jackets and Rex’s hat. She waited patiently as he inspected the street outside the smudged front window of the club. When he was sure it was clear, Rex opened the door, guiding her outside again. 

The cool night air was a welcome sensation, and Senna closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly from the sweat that still slicked her skin. She felt an arm slip around her waist and looked up to find Rex pulling her to his side, giving her a smile. 

“Looks like the coast is clear. It’s a short walk back.” 

She forced a smiled back, falling into step next to him and leaning against him slightly. 

Alright. We were both playing the part. He seems fine. Unbothered even. My work with the rebellion isn’t over. And I just had great sex. And there don’t appear to be hard feelings. 

Great. This is fine. Everything is fine.

He was saying something that she completely missed. 

“Hm?”

“I was asking if you’re still hungry.”

Her stomach was doing flips, and for once, the thought of putting anything into it seemed ill-advised. 

“I’m fine. U-unless you’re hungry?”

“No. No, I’m alright.” 

How is he doing this? Just behaving as if everything is normal? 

And how are you not?

She wasn’t new to casual encounters, but there had been nothing casual about the way he’d touched her, the way he’d said her name. It felt as soothing as bacta on a burn after the months of denial she’d put herself through, but everything about the sex had seemed far more intimate than her usual flings. Flutterings of hope bounced around in her chest, but she was doing everything she could to quash them. In the moment, it had felt as though everything had fallen into place, but now the edges were crumbling. 

You’re imagining it. You’re wishing it was that.  

Rex was right; it was a quick walk. They made it back to the inn and through the lobby without encountering anyone, and luckily for them, a lift was waiting for them on the ground floor. As she punched the number to the floor they were staying on, she felt Rex’s eyes on her. When the doors hissed shut with a metallic click, he closed the space between them, his hand cradling her face and lifting her eyes to meet his. 

“Hey,” he whispered. The sound of his voice was so gentle she could cry. “Having second thoughts?”

She plastered a smile across her features. “Of course not.” 

It was clear he was unconvinced, but the lift mercifully chimed, alerting them that they’d reached their floor. Senna stepped out of the lift before the doors were all the way open, desperately trying to release the grip that was squeezing her chest. She could still feel Rex’s eyes on her. 

As she strode through the door into their room, she immediately went to the refresher, locking the door, stripping off her clothes, and turning on the shower. She stared at herself in the mirror as the water warmed up. Bruises and bite marks dotted her chest and neck, and her lips were kiss-swollen. The sight of them flooded her with a cacophony of conflicting emotions, but the most noticeable sensation was the heat creeping into her cheeks. Senna composed herself, taking a deep steadying breath as she stepped into the shower, scrubbing as much of the evidence of her and Rex’s activities away as she could. 

Just part of the act. It’s fine. 

Even though she knew she couldn’t wash them away, she ran the washcloth over the love bites dotting her skin, as if she could rinse the memory of how Rex felt in that moment away as well. 

You’re fine. Everything’s alright. 

When she was cleaned to her satisfaction, she stepped out, toweling off quickly. Glancing around, she swore when she realized that in her haste, she hadn’t brought a change of clothes in with her. Wrapping the towel around her body, she steeled herself, opening the door and stepping into the room. 

Rex was sitting on the bed, typing something out on the datapad. He had his shirt off, and the moonlight fell across his bare shoulders. Senna tried to still her heart as he turned to look at her with the sound of the ‘fresher door whooshing open. He sported a few love bites of his own, left by her. Her face felt as though it was on fire as she met his gaze. He gave her a gentle smile, and the flames inside of her quieted to a glowing ember.

Fuck, he’s so beautiful.

“Hey,” he said softly, rising from the bed. 

She pushed some of her damp hair behind her ear. “Hey.” 

Rex set the datapad he was reading from on the desk before approaching her. His eyes were studying her carefully, and Senna fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. He stopped just in front of her, and she was certain he would hear her heart thundering in her chest. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek, and before she could stop herself, she leaned into his touch. His palm was warm against her skin. 

Just a game. Just an act. 

He stepped closer, cradling her face with one hand and studying her features carefully. 

Just an act. 

His other hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her pulse accelerated as her hands slid over his chest, grazing the numerous scars that peppered his skin, the most prominent just below his collar bone in the middle of his sternum. His lips met hers, much less rushed than before. She was able to notice more about the kiss this time without the fuel of desperation and urgency. Rex’s lips were chapped, but warm, and the gentleness with which he cradled her face as he kissed her made her eyes burn with tears. 

It’s just us though. No one else.

He drew back, resting his forehead against hers, but still holding her close. Her knees were shaking underneath her as his eyes studied her carefully in the dim lighting. He’d always been able to see through her, and normally, she appreciated it. Right now, it unnerved her, terrified her even. 

What if he sees how I feel? What if he knows? 

She could feel his thumb rubbing hesitantly against the small of her back.

“Sen, are you alright with everything that just happened?” 

She forced a laugh. “Of course. I wanted it. It’s fine. We’re fine, Rex.” 

“Are you certain?” 

It’s just the two of us now. He has no one left to convince. 

His eyes met hers.

He wants this. And so do you.

Before she could overthink it further, she kissed him again, and he melted into her as she pulled him closer by the belt loops on his trousers. His fingers buried themselves in the damp waves of her hair, cradling the back of her head. Her arms wrapped around him, fingers tracing the muscles of his back. 

Senna couldn’t explain what she was trying to do. It might have been an experiment, to see if he’d let her kiss him in private, it might have been her burying her feelings and keeping herself from pouring her soul out to this man by keeping her mouth busy. She wanted to run, but she also wanted to pull him into bed and let the rest of the galaxy fall away, to get lost in one another. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but one thing that she was sure of was that she didn’t want it to stop. The logical part of her mind was blaring with alarm bells, promising she’d regret it all in the morning, and while she wasn’t sure whether that would be true, she was ready to throw every bit of caution to the wind and find out. 

“Senna,” he whispered against her mouth. “Can I have you again? Right now? Just the two of us.”

Just the two of us. Rex and Senna. 

Her brain was short-circuiting. 

He wants me. This isn’t Lon and Valla. It’s all Rex. And me.  

“Yes,” she whispered before her brain could shriek at her more. 

Rex was unrushed as he kissed her again, working his lips against hers as if he wanted to remember the feel and taste of them. The towel slipped from her body, simply forgotten as Rex guided her towards the bed, easing her down onto the mattress with the same strength and gentleness she’d come to know as him. She trembled, goosebumps erupting across her skin as he straightened, taking her bare body in. His gaze felt piercing, but also like a warm embrace. He sucked a breath in between his teeth as the dull glow of reflected moonlight danced across her skin from the small window. 

“Maker, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. 

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and a giddiness welled up inside her as he shucked off his pants before climbing further onto the mattress and pulling the blankets over the two of them. She trembled as she drank him in, and he paused. 

“We can stop,” he reassured her. 

“Please don’t.”

“You’re shaking, Sen.”

“So are you.” The tremors in his body weren’t as violent as hers, but she could still feel him quivering slightly under her fingertips. 

He huffed a laugh, ducking his head slightly before meeting her gaze again. “Been a while.”

She giggled. “We’ve already done this once.”

He became more serious, his hand drifting up to cradle her face. His thumb stroked her cheek as his eyes pierced through her. “Not like this. Not the way I wanted to.”

Her expression softened. “Oh. Yeah. Guess it’s been a while for me too, then.” 

His hand slipped under the blanket, finding the crook of her knee and coaxing her to wrap her legs around him. She complied, and the trembling within her increased as he pressed closer. She could feel his hardening cock pressing against her heat, and she ground against him slightly, drawing a groan from him. Every cell in her body tingled in anticipation. Rex raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Patience,” he whispered, stroking her cheek again. “I want to take my time with you this go around.” 

He drew back, looking at her in that way that made her heart clench in her chest. He brushed a damp strand of hair out of her eyes, his fingertips lingering against her temple. Senna let her hands wander over his torso, trailing along every ripple of muscle and every raised scar. She wondered if she could map it all in her mind, memorize every inch of him in one night, just in case this was all she was allowed. 

She wanted to try. 

Rex pressed his forehead against hers, still cupping her face gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone I’ve… that…” Before he could find the words, the words that Senna couldn’t decide if she wanted to hear or was terrified of, she pulled his face down and kissed him again, wrapping her legs around him more tightly and urging him into her. Rex resisted for a moment, as if he was still going to try to get the words out, but when his cock grazed Senna’s slick folds, he surrendered, sinking into her with a groan. His eyes found her as he drew his hips back. She nodded, hoping the plea in her gaze was evident, and he pressed back into her, filling her perfectly. 

This was different from the club. So different. She could feel the warmth of his skin pressed against hers, the way his hands trailed along her body, as if he wanted to feel every inch of her. Without the urgency that had driven them earlier, she was able to note every detail: the way his fingers wove into her hair, the way his breath felt against the skin of her neck and cheek as he panted against her, the way his back grew slick with sweat with every passing second, and the way his muscles rippled under her fingertips with every thrust. He was so reverent, tracing her skin rather than desperately groping her body as other lovers had in the past. He watched every expression she made, smirking when he drew moans and gasps from her, his lips falling open when she squeezed around him. He cupped her breast, squeezing gently and grazing her nipple with his thumb, which caused her to arch into his touch once more. 

“You really like that, don’t you?” he rasped. 

“Yes. Maker, yes.” 

“What else do you like, Senna? Tell me what you want.” 

Her brain fumbled with the question. It was surely meant to be innocuous in this moment, but Maker if it wasn’t a thermal detonator dropping into the pit of her stomach. 

I want everything with you. I want to kiss you. I want to wake up next to you. I want you to look at me like that every day. 

I want you to feel what I feel. 

And I don’t want to lose everything. 

“Harder,” she managed to choke out, hoping that response would suffice. 

Rex chuckled darkly. “Yes ma’am.” 

He pressed his knees forward so that they were more underneath him, and he did as she asked. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he pressed his forehead against hers as he snapped his hips into her once more. Senna’s inner turmoil was almost immediately forgotten as Rex found a devastating place inside of her, one she was fairly certain no one else had ever touched. The force behind every thrust of his hips made the bed creak underneath them, and it wasn’t long before Senna’s gasps turned to whines. 

“Right there, Rex. Maker. Right there. Please don’t stop.”

“You gonna cum for me again, pretty girl? You gonna give me what I want?” he panted against her lips, cradling her head. 

“Yes. Please. I’m so close, Rex. So close.” 

He grunted. “I-I can feel you getting tighter around me.” His hands slipped under the curve of her ass, scooping her closer, and he ground his hips against her, driving his cock impossibly deeper. He buried his face in her neck. 

“You’re perfect. You’re so perfect, Senna. I-I… can I fill you again?” 

Heat flared in Senna’s belly. “Don’t stop, Rex. Please, fill me again.” 

His eyes darkened as he began moving again, maintaining eye contact with her as his hips slapped against her thighs. “Well, when you ask like that, how can I refuse?”

Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted as his thrusts grew sharper, punching the air from her lungs as he pushed her closer to the edge again. She could feel his eyes burning into her as her back arched and her head tipped back. She moaned loudly as Rex found the place inside of her once more, grazing it with the blunt head of his cock hard enough to make her see a galaxy’s worth of stars behind her eyelids. 

“Rex, ‘m close. I’m so close,” she whined. Her fingertips dug into his skin, scratching lightly, and that seemed to spur him on more. She could feel him beginning to shudder and his muscles tense as his thrusts grew more erratic. 

“S-Senna, I…” He was interrupted with a punctured groan as his hips stuttered, and she felt his warmth coat her walls. The sensation was enough to yank her over the cliff after him, and her muscles locked down. Her body shuddered through wave after wave of her orgasm, and when the haze finally faded, her eyes fluttered open to find Rex hovering over her, watching her carefully as he tried to catch his breath. They stared into each other’s eyes, panting for a moment before Rex leaned down and placed a kiss to her lips and then her forehead. He lowered himself against her as his softening cock slipped from inside her. His chest was still rising and falling rapidly, and a slick sheen of sweat shone on his skin in the room’s dim lighting. Her fingers trailed along the curve of his collar bone, resting against the scar in the middle of his chest. 

They were silent for what felt like an eternity, just watching one another. He eventually reached up, taking the hand that was tracing the scar in the middle of his chest and interlacing his fingers with hers. He slid to her side, pulling her leg over his thigh and bumping his nose against hers. She couldn’t help but smile, even though the alarm bells had begun to crescendo in her mind again. 

Just let me have this moment with him. Just this. 

She was grateful he didn’t say anything, instead just returning her smile. It was a conversation that she wasn’t ready to have, and when it happened, she wasn’t sure what she would say. But what she was certain of at this moment was that she was in love with this man, and that whatever came next, it would be the hardest decision she’d ever had to make. 

Senna drifted off to the rhythm of Rex’s soft snores, soothed by the feeling of his arms around her as her mind whirled around what to do. 

—

The first thing Rex felt in the morning was the warmth of Lothal’s sunlight on the bare skin of his back as it trickled in through their room’s solitary window. He basked in the place between sleep and approaching consciousness for a few more moments, reveling in how restful the night had been. 

Best I’ve slept in over a year. Maybe ever. No nightmares. 

But then again, there haven’t been any when I’m sleeping next to her. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as the haze of sleep began to lift from his mind. 

Senna.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen that way at all. He’d intended to have a conversation with her, to tell her how he felt and explain that he understood any hesitancy that she had. But he needed to know. Dammit, he’d tried at the festival, but as always, the Empire managed to derail things. 

But then, they’d been in the club, and she’d pressed herself against him like that. 

“It’s different when you touch me.” 

And then she’d ridden him in that booth, coupled herself with him and chanted his name like a prayer, and Maker, she was even more beautiful than she’d been in any of his dreams. 

But it had been quick, a taut string snapping. He knew that much, and knew better to mistake it for anything other than that. He’d had enough hook-ups during the war to understand the difference between satisfying needs and something more. 

And that’s why he’d asked her for more in the inn, asked her to be with him again, just him. 

And she had said yes. 

He’d rarely been certain of what his future held throughout his life, having it often dictated by people that didn’t always have his best interest at heart. The autonomy he’d gained had been a massive adjustment in the past year, and while he still wasn’t certain what direction he was heading and how things would look in the next year or even the next day, he knew he wanted Senna with him. He wanted to find out what happened next. With her. 

The night before seemed like a dream. The time they’d spent wrapped up in each other in this bed had confirmed everything he’d thought he was feeling for her. It wasn’t just physical attraction and blowing off steam; he’d never felt a connection like this with anyone else. He was falling in love with her at breakneck speed, and now, he felt less eager to fight those feelings. He’d let his guard down, and it had been worth it in every way. Rex almost didn’t want to open his eyes, just on the off chance that it would all dissipate around him. But he could feel the sheets on his skin, he could feel the ache in muscles that had long gone unused. And he could still hear how his name sounded on her lips echoing in his mind. 

Rex. 

His hand drifted over the sheets to the opposite side of the bed, dipping into the divot that she’d occupied during the night. 

It was cold. 

He opened his eyes, blinking in the bright light. The bed had been mostly remade on her side. 

A soft shuffling behind him drew his attention, and he rolled over to find Senna, fully clothed and sitting on the floor, pulling on her boots. 

“Mornin’,” she said. She couldn’t meet his eyes. 

His heart fell. 

“Mornin’,” he replied, watching her carefully. 

Something in his voice must have given him away. She paused, finally looking at him. “The meet with Fisk is in an hour. Figured we should get there early enough to scout things out and make sure we know all the ins and outs.” 

He nodded, still watching her. She went back to pulling her boots on. He wet his lips. 

“Senna, I-”

She raised a hand, and he fell silent. “I know you’re going to want to talk about last night, and I can’t right now. We can’t. We both need clear heads for this, and this discussion deserves more than a few rushed minutes. Don’t you think?” 

He could follow her reasoning and even agreed with it to an extent, but something about her demeanor made him uncertain how to feel overall. 

“Sure. We can talk when we get back.” 

She nodded. “Good. Glad that’s settled then.” She tossed him his trousers from the floor. “Get dressed.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

—

“See anything?” Senna asked into her commlink, pulling her modulator mask they had salvaged on the way to the market down a little further and adjusting her hood, ensuring that nothing identifiable of her was visible. The mask completely covered her face with only a polarized, reflective viewport, an air filtration apparatus, and of course the voice modulator itself that, when activated, made her sound like a droid when she spoke.

“Not since the last time you asked me thirty seconds ago,” Rex grumbled back through the comm.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m starting to think he’s going to be a no-show.”

“Isn’t patience one of your things?” he asked.

“I was never particularly good at that thing.” 

He grunted back through the comm, and she wondered if it had been a laugh. She hoped so. 

The walk to the market had been more tense than she’d anticipated with the gap between them both shrinking and somehow expanding at the same time. The look on Rex’s face that morning when he’d woken up nagged at her. He’d been so excited to see her when he first rolled over that she briefly considered calling the whole meet off and just crawling back into bed with him. When she'd pulled herself together and been stern, she could see his confusion, his hurt. 

She’d never meant to hurt him. 

Selfish. That’s what you are, Aven.

The rising sun had brought with it clarity and regret. She didn’t necessarily regret the sex, but the timing couldn’t have been poorer. It wasn’t how she’d wanted it to go if it was going to happen. She had wanted Rex, and she had given in without considering any other factors aside from her own desire. She hadn’t stopped to consider his feelings, the consequences of crossing that line, or the fact that she’d put Rex in danger the night before, and it wasn’t the first time. His words from her last meeting with Fisk echoed in her mind. 

"So if you’re ever in a position like that again, you fight like hell, and I will come and find you, no matter what happens next."

Even before they’d slept together, Rex had been willing to sacrifice himself to save her, to put himself in harm’s way on her account. She had to imagine it would only be worse now. It was a point to be debated, but not right before this meeting with Fisk. The conversation deserved time and consideration, something they definitely didn’t have this morning. 

At least his head seems clear. 

She just hoped that by the time they did sit down and talk, she’d have the right words for it. Right now, she felt like she was floundering still. Being with Rex had been so easy, and it had felt good. It had felt right. She was in love with him, there was hardly any denying that, and she was also pretty sure he reciprocated those feelings. It was hard to deny that being true with the way he’d looked at her, with the way he’d touched her. 

How he’s always touched you. How he’s always been with you. 

Has it been that long? 

I’m such a fool.

Hot tears stung her eyes beneath the mask. 

And now I may have ruined everything. For him. For me. For us. 

Suddenly, she spotted the flash of a uniform in the crowd, Commander Fisk’s polished rank plaque gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. “Look alive, he’s here,” she buzzed into the comm, glad the modulator covered the strain of her voice. She glanced up at the rooftop he was perched on, noting the glint of his blaster and the flash of blonde hair. His presence soothed her, knowing he was watching and had her back. There was no way for Fisk to recognize her, no reason for him to suspect it was her, but her fingers still flexed nervously in her gloves. She  quickly adjusted her cloak and hood one more time and made sure her hair was tucked within the mask before trailing a safe distance behind the commander.

Fisk wove throughout the stalls towards the designated meeting spot at the back of the market. Senna allowed several people to pass in between them, occasionally stopping at stalls and looking at wares while keeping an eye on the sweating man in his black dress uniform. Once he made it to the corner she’d specified, he stopped turning slowly, his eyes scanning the crowd. She saw his eyes pass right over her without hesitation.

You hold the upper hand. He has no idea it’s you.

“Any obvious tails?” she whispered into her comm.

“None that I can see. Just be cautious. Keep your head on a swivel,” Rex’s voice rumbled in reply.

“Roger that. I’ll leave my comm on so you can eavesdrop, so radio silence from here on out.”

“You got it.” 

She did her best not to consider the sharpness of his tone. 

Senna casually wove her way through the throng, circling behind Fisk, allowing her eyes to rove the crowd, looking for anyone that was staring at him a bit too long or looked like they didn’t belong. After a few minutes, she was satisfied and quietly walked up behind him, her back to him. 

“Afternoon, Commander Fisk. Nice to see you out and about,” her voice buzzed. She couldn’t hear it well inside the hood, but Rex had assured her the modulator made her sound unrecognizable. That didn’t stop her from holding her breath as she waited for his reply. 

He didn’t turn his head, but he peered at her from out of the corner of his eye. “It’s not like you gave me much of an option, scum.”

He definitely doesn’t know it’s you. You’re safe. 

The tension left her shoulders, replaced by a calm confidence and an urge to make the commander squirm. “Now, now, there’s no reason to start name calling. I’m here to help you out of the mess you’ve created by being a lazy Imperial. Wouldn’t want your superiors to find out you’ve been breaking protocol with your decryption disk and flaunting all sorts of other security rules. You’re a walking security breach, Fisk.”

A trail of sweat rolled down his temple, glistening in the sun. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, you told that woman about your encryption disk in the market loud enough for everyone within the system to hear you. I’m sure that’s not the only rule you’ve broken as a matter of convenience.” She chuckled to herself, unable to resist a quick taunt. “Was it worth it by the way? Was she impressed?”

He scoffed. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.”

Fisk’s temple throbbed with indignation. “What do you want?”

“Information of course.”

“Pertaining to what?”

“The massive engineering project the Empire is undertaking.”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

An impatient edge crept into her voice. “Don’t play dumb, Fisk. It doesn’t suit you in this instance. Tell me about the project that’s got the Empire willing to strip Lothal of virtually all of its resources and render it nearly uninhabitable. The superweapon.”

Her comm started crackling in her pocket. She reached down to turn it off before she realized it was crackling in a very specific, rhythmic pattern. Rex didn’t have a voice mod, but he was trying to signal her of something. She turned to look at Fisk, and he was facing her now, a devilish grin sweeping across his face. 

Oh, kriff.

Suddenly, a legion of stormtroopers came charging down the street behind her, their boots clicking against the pavement. She whirled to find Fisk leveling his blaster at her. “How unfortunate,” he gloated. “It seems we’ll have to meet again another time. Perhaps an interrogation chamber this afternoon?”

As his finger clenched the trigger, Senna instinctively reached out with the Force to push his arm skyward, sending the blaster fire into the air. It was a desperate move, and to her surprise, it worked, although not as strongly as she would have liked. 

Good enough. Getting better.

Racing forward, she landed a punch to his face before grabbing his shoulders and kneeing him in the groin. He let out a satisfying yelp as he dropped to his knees and she kicked his dropped blaster away. “SEIZE HIM! SEIZE THE SPY! HE’S A JEDI!” Fisk screeched, spittle flying from his mouth as his eyes bulged. 

A little sexist with the assumption, but I guess that tracks for him, she thought as she turned and raced for cover. 

At least I know he really doesn’t suspect me now.

The building corner behind her exploded with blaster fire from the approaching stormtroopers, and she dove behind the nearest stall. Drawing the blaster Rex had given her that morning, she ran, staying low behind the stalls, aiming for the opposite corner of the market and trying to blend into the crowd. Everyone was running and screaming as the stormtroopers marched forward, taking aim at the hooded figure scrambling to get away. Unable to push through the stampede of people, Senna took refuge behind the counter of a fruit vendor’s stand.

She fumbled in her pocket, yanking her comm out. “Hey, you there? I’m in a bit of a tough spot.”

“Yes, you are. I can see you tucked down behind that stall. You’ve got a lot of company,” Rex replied. She tried to get eyes on Rex, but the second she lifted her head up above the wooden counter of the stall, the air around her erupted with plasma bolts. 

“Keep your karking head down,” Rex’s voice growled from the comm. 

“How many?” she gasped, sitting back down heavily.

“I’m estimating you’ve got a dozen inbound from the direction you came, and another two squads of about the same amount flanking you from the south and the northeast. Your best bet is to get to the western corner. I’ll make my way down there and meet you in the second alley on the right.”

“You got it. Can I get a little cover fire?” she asked as one of the fruit on the stall’s counter exploded just to her left from a blaster bolt barrage.

“Yes, ma’am.” Rex took aim with his weapon and peppered the troopers approaching her from behind. One or two fell, and the others scrambled to find cover. As they scattered, Senna stood, taking advantage of the confusion and, leveling her blaster at them, fired off several rounds in quick succession as she raced towards the exit. By now, the market had mostly cleared of everyone except the Imperials, and Senna realized they’d brought a small army to apprehend her. 

Kriff.

“Don’t stop running,” came Rex’s voice from the commlink in her hand. “Detonators incoming.” Explosions erupted behind her a few seconds later, and Senna ducked instinctively. The air around her filled with smoke and dust, and her ears were ringing slightly from the blasts.

“Thanks for the heads up,” she muttered into the comm.

“Less sass, more running.”

The western corner still had a pretty good crowd, and they weren’t getting out of Senna’s way fast enough. She slammed into bypasser after bypasser, trying to duck low. Suddenly, the street opened up and she was dumped into an intersection. She whirled frantically, trying to search the street for the rendezvous point Rex had indicated. 

Did I miss the alley?

Turning around, she finally caught sight of the alley, and she swore under her breath when saw that the stormtroopers had already advanced beyond it, blocking her from it. However, they too were struggling to get through the crowd, and she imagined her brown cloak made her a hard target to pick out in the masses. Pulling out her comm, she flicked on the button, voice modulator still buzzing. “I missed the rendezvous.”

There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the link. “Of course you did. Where are you now?”

“In some sort of major intersection. I think –” 

A blaster bolt struck her directly in her abdomen before she could finish her thought, knocking the wind from her. 

Senna had never been shot before, but it was about what she expected: a radiating burst of the worst pain she’d ever felt, a burning sensation and smell, a strong force that knocked her off balance. Her mind screamed and her vision blurred slightly as she fell forward onto her hands, her eyes frantically scanning the crowd around her. She struggled to breathe, unable to scream from the flaring pain originating in her stomach, and her limbs trembled beneath her. 

Rex. Please don’t find me, she thought. 

Just run. 

I’m sorry.

She collapsed to the ground, grasping at her side and gasping for breath. The pain was immense, numbing her senses as she felt where the blaster bolt had burned into her body. Her mind only caught glimpses of what was around her as she tried to get her bearings. 

A purple skirt fluttering over running boots, a child’s doll abandoned in the dirt, familiar brown eyes that were Rex’s and weren’t, disappearing in a flash of fading blue. 

She blinked in confusion.

Blaster. Where’s your blaster?

She clawed at her weapon in the dirt, finally grabbing it and whipping it around to fire at her pursuers. The stormtroopers were advancing slowly from about twenty meters away, and she managed to land a hit on the one furthest forward. If she was going down, she would take a few with them. But they never retaliated.

Why aren’t they firing back? I’m on the ground? Why…

The reasoning slammed into her with alarming clarity.

They…they want me alive.

Her mind raced in terror, flooded with images of an interrogation room, of a captured Rex in binders, of Fisk’s triumphant grin. 

No.

I have to get up. I have to get up. GET UP. 

She noticed several of the stormtroopers had held back and were scanning the crowd. 

They know I’m not alone. They’re trying to draw him out. I have to get out of here. 

GET UP. YOU HAVE TO GO.

Muttering every curse she knew, she pushed herself up with one hand and stumbled unsteadily towards the opposite direction, the pain blinding her. Another volley of blaster bolts hit the dirt at her feet, narrowly missing her. 

Run. RUN. 

She tripped over her own dragging toes, falling to the ground again. Suddenly, two smoke grenades rolled to a stop meters in front of her, releasing their gas and obscuring her from view. She heard the stormtroopers shout in alarm and another volley of shots cut through the smoke over her head. She scrambled forward and abruptly found herself in the crowd on the opposite side of the intersection. A flash of dark brown cut through the sea of panicked people and suddenly a large hand grabbed her arm, pulling her further into the throng.

“CAN YOU RUN?” Rex shouted over the din of the panicked mob. He had a scarf pulled over the bottom of his face, hiding his nose and mouth, but there was urgency in his eyes, and something else that Senna had never seen before from him; he was afraid.

The pain in her side was causing her body to unload adrenaline in her system, and suddenly she was awake in the chaos. She nodded, hissing as she clasped her hand over the burn mark in her tunic, pressing against the blaster wound. They raced through the crowd, Rex’s arm wrapped around her waist, fingers digging into her belt to hold her up. 

“Keep your head down!”

They raced along the edge of the buildings lining the street, blaster fire echoing over their heads as the advancing soldiers tried to clear the crowd to search for their quarry. Quickly, Rex pulled her down a series of alleyways, weaving in between dwellings and ducking through archways until they were halfway down a dark passage and the sound of the mayhem had faded slightly behind them. He tucked her behind a stack of empty crates, leaning her against an exterior wall.

“Stay here.”

She ripped off her modulator mask, gasping loudly. “Does it look like I’m going anywhere?”

He ignored the comment, heading back the way they’d come with long strides, blaster tucked against his side with his finger on the trigger. Senna waited for several minutes, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible behind the crates, listening to the commotion she assumed was their pursuers fading further into the distance. Her fear of being vulnerable almost numbed the throbbing pain coming from the blaster wound.

After what felt like an eternity, Rex returned, pulling down his face cover. “They’re a good distance off and headed in the opposite direction of us, but they’re organizing sweeps of the district. We have to get moving.” He looked down at her shaking hand pressing into her abdomen, a small trickle of blood seeping through her fingers. “Alright, let’s see it,” he whispered, crouching down in front of her.

She gasped as he peeled her hand away, revealing the nearly perfectly circular hole in her clothing. His fingers found the edge of her tunic, and his eyes met hers, asking permission. She nodded at him, and he gently pulled the fabric up to reveal the injury. She gasped in pain as some of the fibers from her tunic that had been fused into the cauterization of the wound pulled at her damaged skin, and he pressed his forehead to hers, quietly shushing her. 

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Pulling a small light from his belt, he illuminated the small space to try and get a better look. She felt her body tingle as she stared at the decent-sized hole in her abdomen. He noted her shock.

“What, have you never been shot before?” he tried to tease, but she could see the concern etched into his features and how hard he swallowed.

“You know, the idea was to not get shot,” she muttered through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah, well not all of us succeeded at that,” he replied. “I didn’t get that scar in the middle of my chest playing bolo-ball.” He clicked off the light and dug through his hip pouch. “I’m afraid I didn’t bring much in terms of first aid, so you’ll have to make do with a bacta patch until we can get back. The good news is it appears mostly cauterized with minimal bleeding, and I don’t think it hit anything critical.”

“I gotta tell you, Rex, when it hit me, and you say it didn’t hit anything critical, that kind of hurts,” she joked.

Taking a sterilization pad from his pouch, he looked up at her sympathetically. “Unfortunately, I think this is going to hurt worse,” and without any additional warning, he pressed it against the wound. Senna squirmed back against the wall, a quiet curse erupting from her while she bit back a yelp, but he held her still, leaning against her and pressing his forehead against hers once more, whispering apologies. She wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingers into the fabric of his cloak as he tried as gently as he could to clean the damage.

“I really don’t like you right now,” she hissed in his ear. 

“Understandable. Hang on, we’re almost done.”

He leaned back as he unwrapped a bacta patch and looked at her. She could feel the tear stains running down her dust-covered cheeks, but she sniffled defiantly as he leaned forward to place the patch. 

“This should feel better than the disinfectant,” he tried to reassure her.

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I –“ he pressed the patch on without preamble, the pressure making her curse one more time.

She leaned back against the wall, gently banging the back of her head against it and pounding her first into the dirt until the pain finally dulled to a throbbing ache. Some of the tension in her shoulders eased, and she suddenly felt exhausted. 

It’s too much. All too much. 

Rex gave her a few more minutes to recover as he kept an eye on the opposite end of the passage.

“Can you walk upright?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You can’t look hurt.”

“I know, Rex,” she snapped, finally hitting her limit. 

He eyed her before tossing her a new tunic. “Put this on. Your shirt’s got a pretty obvious burn mark and plenty of blood on it.”

“Where did you even get this?”

“Found someone’s laundry line when I doubled back to make sure we’d lost them.”

She huffed a laugh. “You know, you might just be smarter than you look.”

His mouth tugged into a flash of a smirk before he schooled his expression back to stoicism. “Just put it on. We’re not out of this yet,” he muttered, turning his back to give her some privacy.

A snarky comment about how he’d already seen her naked died in her throat. 

Not the time. 

After several seconds of grunting and swearing Senna managed to wriggle into the tunic, tapping Rex on the shoulder. “Well, this might be as good as it gets.” The garment was a little large on her, but it at least didn’t press against the bacta patch quite so much. 

He took her cheeks in his hands and did his best to wipe away the tear stains and dust as she pulled her cloak back around her shoulders. She ignored the tenderness of the gesture and tried not to overthink it. Using her ruined shirt, she attempted to clean as much of the blood off of her hands as she could.

“Alright, are you ready? We’re going to have to move quickly,” he rasped, his eyes searching hers. 

She nodded, and he handed her a scarf to cover her face, pulling his own back up as well. The two of them crept back out of the alley and walked into the street, pulling their hoods low and blending into the crowd. Instinctively, their hands found each other as they stuck to each other’s sides. 

—

They made it back to the inn just as the sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon. Senna managed to remain upright and keep the façade of being perfectly fine intact until they got to their room. Quickly, Rex helped her inside and shut the door behind them. 

“Would it be better to sit up or lie down?” he asked.

“I think just put me on the bed and I’ll figure it out,” she grimaced. He quickly guided her over to the edge of the mattress and allowed her to sit, helping her peel her cloak off. She did her best not to think about what they’d done in that bed the night before. “I think laying down is going to be the way to go,” she conceded after a few minutes.

“Alright, lay across it width-wise,” Rex instructed. “I should be able to get at it better that way anyway.” He dug through his kit for medical supplies before dragging a chair to the edge of the bed. Senna tipped back on her elbows, pulling the stolen tunic up and peeling off the bacta patch with a grunt of discomfort. 

Rex was quiet as he gave her an injection to numb the pain, working quickly and carefully to flush the wound to clean it better. Once he had ensured that the clotting hadn’t trapped any foreign substances, he replaced the bacta patch with a more potent one designed specifically for blaster wounds. 

Laying there, watching him work, Senna couldn’t help but notice the furrows in Rex’s brow were even more prominent than usual, and she remembered the fear in his eyes when he had grabbed her. Sitting up gingerly once he went to dispose of the used supplies in the waste bin by the window, she pulled her shirt back down to cover the bandage, gently testing her mobility by twisting and turning a bit. Her eyes fell to where he stood, his back to her as he stared out the window. His hands were trembling at his sides. 

She still wasn’t ready for the conversation she could sense barrelling towards her, but she’d made her decision. 

You owe him that much.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned her elbows onto her knees. 

“You should have left me there.” 

A poor opening statement, but she hadn’t had time to think of a better one. Rex turned to look at her, the furrow between his brows deepening. 

“Most people would start with ‘thanks for saving my life,’ but I suppose you’ve never been someone to do things the normal way.” 

Anger flared within her. “You could have been captured. This entire trip was allowed on the premise that we wouldn’t get captured.” 

“So I was supposed to just let you be the one to get captured then?” His voice had dropped to a familiar gravelly octave, one that she’d only ever heard on Empire Day. “I told you I wouldn’t let that happen.” 

What right does he have to be angry?  

“Rex –”

“You don’t understand,” he interrupted. “You…you went down so hard and you didn’t move. I thought…I thought I’d lost you.” He was barely keeping his emotions at bay, his voice softening slightly. “I can’t…I can’t lose you, Senna.” 

“Losing people is part of war,” she countered sharply, trying not to let herself crumble. “We’re still fighting. It’s always a possibility.”

He shook his head firmly, and she grew silent again. “Not. You. I won’t lose you,” he rasped quietly.

She opened her mouth, searching for words, and then Rex’s comm buzzed. She gingerly pushed herself to a standing position, slowly walking towards the desk where it rested, but he grabbed her wrist firmly as she tried to pass him.

“Leave it,” he said quietly. He stepped closer to her, clasping her hands in his tightly. “I don’t want to fight with you right now,” he whispered. “Senna, I need to tell you something.”

Her breath hitched at his touch, and she felt tears spring to her eyes unbidden. She knew what he wanted to say. And she knew she had to stop it from happening. 

“Rex, we can’t,” she whispered.

His head snapped up and his eyes met hers. The hurt in his warm, brown irises gutted her.

“What? But last night –”

“Was a mistake, Rex.” She hoped she sounded firm, even if she didn’t completely believe it to be true.

You love him. 

But you can’t do this to him.  

The pain in his eyes almost killed her resolve. She’d never wanted to hurt him. That was the last thing she wanted. But that was all she would do, together or apart, physically or emotionally. 

Better to stop it before it starts. 

“I don’t believe you,” he rasped. “I see how you look at me, Senna. How you were with me. Please.”

“We CAN’T,” she said with all of the force and firmness she could muster. 

“We could. We could be-“ he tried again, but Senna charged forward, cutting him off again. 

“Be what, Rex? Liabilities to one another?” she sighed, desperately trying to keep her voice from cracking. 

How does he not see? With all that strategic ingenuity and wit, how can he not see how this ends?

“Do you think that we aren’t already?”

Frustration overtook her, and she stalked away from him, pacing at the opposite end of the room. “It will only get worse, no matter which direction this goes. Either we become closer and the missions become more dangerous, and we wind up making bad calls to keep one another safe, or we grow apart and can no longer rely on each other. We have to not change things. This is working right now, as it is. We have to do this.”

“What if we don’t want to?”

She laughed incredulously. “What we want doesn’t matter.”

“Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t,” she snapped. “Not in the grand scheme of things. We are working for something so much bigger than ourselves, Rex, and lives depend on us. You know that. If you wanted to live out your fantasy life with a wife and kids on your farm, you should have walked away after the war ended. You should have run off to some outer rim world and hunkered down there. I can’t give you that life. We don’t have that option now.”

He scoffed. “So that’s it then. We choose to do this, put our lives on the line and stand up for what’s right, and you think we don’t deserve happiness because of that? If anything, I’d say we’re more deserving of it.” He scrubbed his hands over his hair. “Are you seriously going to stand there and tell me you don’t feel the same way that I do, Senna?”

He knows you. 

She jutted her chin out defiantly, clenching her fists so hard she was certain she’d have bloody crescents where her fingernails dug into her palms. Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze. “I don’t feel the same way, Rex. I don’t feel that we can do this and have those sorts of attachments.”

The word landed the way she’d hoped. She knew it would. It didn’t make it hurt any less. 

“How very Jedi of you,” he replied darkly. “Tossing out the attachment rule when it best suits you.” 

She tried to keep her gaze and tone level. “I’m trying to keep you…keep us alive. I can’t love you and do my job.”

“So, you love me then.”

Fuck.

Anger and frustration flared within her. Anger at her accidental admission, anger that she couldn’t be with him, and anger that he couldn’t understand why. 

“Why don’t you tell me since you seem to have all of this figured out, Captain?” she snarled. “Since you seem to know exactly what I want.” 

In a move her addled brain could have never accounted for, Rex walked swiftly across the room to where she was pacing, slipped his fingers into her hair and kissed her. Senna’s breath caught in her throat along with every retort she’d been preparing to sling at him. The familiarity of his lips on hers and the way his hands cradled her face finally pulled the tears from her eyes, and they streamed down her cheeks. 

You love him. Fuck, you love him. 

Rex pulled away first, resting his forehead against hers and stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. “I would never presume to tell you what you want, Senna. But I need to hear you tell me again that you don’t want this. Tell me again and mean it.”

The tears wouldn’t stop coming as Senna’s hands slipped around his wrists. “Rex, I…we…I just can’t. Please don’t ask this of me.” With that, she shoved past him into the refresher. He let her go, the door sliding shut behind her.

Senna managed to wait until the door completely closed before she leaned back against it, slowly sinking to the floor. She buried her face in her hands, sobbing as quietly as she could.

Of course she wanted him. She’d been in love with him for longer than she cared to think about and had just refused to acknowledge it. How could she, knowing the task they had ahead of them and what it would mean for both of them? If they were discovered by leadership, what would that mean? Expulsion from the rebellion? Because how could anyone count on two romantically involved people to be objective, to keep their eyes on the prize? And even if no one found out, how could she allow it to happen, especially after today? After last night? After the night with Fisk? 

He’ll always put you first. He’ll always risk everything for you. 

And I can’t allow that. Even if I love him. And even if he loves me. 

There was a soft knock at the door, and she straightened up, frantically wiping the tears on her face away and clearing her throat. “Yeah?”

“That was Organa. Word’s out about the incident in the market.”

Fuck. Already made it to the Senate. She closed her eyes. Fuck. 

“They’re still searching that district, but it sounds like the search will expand within the next few hours,” Rex continued. “We need to get a transport out of here before they lock down the ports. We are to return to our dwelling and await further instruction.” His voice was back to the stern tone that he’d used when they first met. It broke her heart.

“Understood. I can have everything packed in half an hour.”

She heard him stand outside the door for a few more seconds, and with a deep sigh, walk away, the main door to their room sliding open and shut. She took one more deep breath, and then got to her feet to begin preparing for the return journey.

She caught her own reddened, tear-filled eyes in the mirror. 

This is right. For both of us. Even if he can’t see it yet. And even if I can’t. 

Wiping at her cheeks, she squared her shoulders. 

This is how it has to be.

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[izzyhandsrightglove]

The Izzy Hands Is Autistic PowerPoint Essay

(this is the essay i submitted to the above all else zine (@izzyhandszines ), the exclusivity period of which just ended. enjoy!!)

Hello!!

I would like to start off by saying I’m absolutely fucking terrified to write this essay for a variety of reasons. But I want to express my love of Izzy Hands and how important he is to me, and the best way I’ve found to do so is to express the weird ways I relate to him as an autistic person. I’ve joked in a couple friend circles that I was going to make a PowerPoint presentation about why Izzy’s autistic (hence the title) but I decided to write an essay instead.

Disclaimer: I’m not diagnosing anyone, nor do I want this essay to be used as a diagnostic paper. This is by no means an academic paper, it cites exactly one (1) study, it’s based on my own experiences, light research, and the experiences of my fellow autistic friends. I’m just a dumbass who likes imprinting themselves onto the characters they hyperfixate on.

Reason one why I think Izzy is autistic: because I’m autistic and I said so. *cue end credits*

I’m kidding.

The real first reason comes from Izzy’s interactions with Stede FUKIN’ Bonnet. For one, Stede hates Izzy almost the second he meets him. Now, you could argue that it was because Izzy “stole” his hostages but we’ll set that aside for a sec. It’s been proven that people inherently don’t like autistic people if they don’t realize they’re autistic (Neurotypical Peers are Less Willing to Interact with Those with Autism Based on Thin Slice Judgements by Noah J. Sasson (2017)). Traits that are often put towards “untrustworthy” or “creepy” people tend to describe autistics too. It’s entirely possible Stede caught a vibe and hated Izzy because of it. Stede is kind of an asshole after all (and we still love him for it). Another reason is Stede’s entire existence throws a wrench in Izzy’s routines as a First Mate. He whisks Edward away to do pirate-y things while Izzy is left to deal with a crew who frankly want nothing to do with him because he’s introducing structure on a ship that didn’t have any to begin with. Sure Izzy came off as an asshole (emotional regulation is a bitch) but he’s just a lil guy trying to follow his routines so nobody dies. He has the worst case of sense of justice. He’ll complain that an ambush is “unprofessional”, he’ll play fair in a duel even if it’s to his detriment, he’ll chase Edward around asking for a plan because Bad Things happen without a plan, the list goes on.

I’d like to dedicate this section to his stimming/eye contact/other little habits that make me think he’s autistic. Izzy has a tendency to touch his face when he’s stressed. Not just that, he’ll wrap an arm around himself and rest his hand on his chin so he can fidget with his beard, as if to self soothe. When he’s talking to people, unless he’s threatening them or yelling at them, he doesn’t look them in the eye. Often he’s not even facing them. When he is facing them, he often looks down at their lips, as if he’s struggling with eye contact. He walks around with his hand resting on his sword either because he’s short and the sword will touch the ground if he doesn’t or because it’s more comfortable for him to have his arm up near his chest. This is often referred to as T-rex arms and a lot of us find it more comfortable than letting our arms rest at our sides. He’s a little pyromaniac, he seems to use candle fire to soothe himself. He’s done it at least twice, once while he was lying to Edward about Stede’s response to meeting Blackbeard and once while talking to Spanish Jackie about Stede in her bar. He sleeps in his underwear like a WHORE (affectionate) which could be argued is temperature regulation because a lot of autistics (myself included) H A T E being overheated. Then there’s the ooh daddy scene. From my little list I made prior to this essay, “ooh daddy scene (thank u conbert), yes i have an explainiation for this. a weird ass intimidation tactic? sure. however what if he can’t read social queues and doesn’t fully realize how fucking weird it was to do that”.

Then there’s his glove. I could dedicate an entire essay on speculation on that fucking glove. Is it hiding something? Is it just to look cool? Is it a sensory thing where he doesn’t like the texture of his sword so he wears the glove to make sword fighting easier? We may never know. Or we might in s2 who knows. Speaking of sword fighting it could be argued by me that because Izzy is supposed to be the best swordsman in the world, sword fighting could be his special interest. He probably spent hours perfecting every move until he got to the level of carving his name into a man’s shirt without leaving a single scratch on him.

We’ve seen Izzy have at least one meltdown re: the duel. He’s losing the duel, the crew are jeering at him, Stede isn’t helping, he finally screams at him before his sword breaks. We’ve also seen him have a shutdown where after Edward goes below deck after realizing his plan against the Spanish isn’t going to work because it’s a leap year, Izzy is in the foreground of Frenchie and Lucius staring off into space. It’s possible that after everything he went through that day and the realization that he’s going to die made him completely shut down.

I have no proof of this since we never really see izzy by himself but I don’t believe in the entire time Izzy has been subjected to the constant torture of being alive and autistic in the late 1600 early 1700s he has unmasked even once. When living in such close quarters with other people and being First Mate to the physical embodiment of ADHD he probably doesn’t get a lot of time to himself. Therefore he has to cope with his existence in other ways, as mentioned above. And the crew of The Revenge have ruined almost every way he uses to cope and manage his autism. We’ll have to wait and see what other horrors unfold for this poor little autistic man, but for now all we can do is pick him apart and see what’s under the hood.

[neon-junkie]

I PRESENT TO YOU: MY BAD BATCH HC'S

-Hunter has to sleep with noise-canceling headphones to not wake up with a headache

-Whenever Omega has a bad nightmare, she'll usually crawl into Hunter's bunk and fall back asleep

-Has happened so often that it becomes a routine and Hunter barely wakes up each time she crawls in

-Crosshair loves to read and can be found reading late at night or in any free time they have

-Whenever the batch is out in a city, Wrecker has made it a habit to put Omega on his shoulders so they can keep track of her, and also he knows what it's like to be amazed by new surroundings so he wants to give her the best view to look at everything

-Hunter and Tech would teach Omega different alien languages. Cross would abuse that power and teach her all of the curses in each language. Always has a shit-eating grin whenever Omega says it to anyone rude to them while Tech and Hunter's faces pale

-Wrecker would introduce a bunch of movies to Omega and they both make it known when movie nights are happening and that the whole squad better be in there otherwise Wrecker will be yeeting their asses in there.

-Echo would be the first one to discover Omega's love to draw and will always get her art supplies whenever the batch makes a run for supplies. Echo and Wrecker let her paint on their helmets as do the rest of the batch. Crosshair always surprisingly seems to have protective vanish around whenever Omega paints onto his armor.

-Since having the chip removed, Crosshair becomes more on edge and increasingly protective over his brothers and Omega. Having lost his vision from the engine, he becomes more alert and can sometimes sense things before even Hunter can.

- As another result of the chip, Crosshair has found it harder to get close or open up to his brothers, having intense waves of guilt for what he has done. However, his brothers are quick to make him realize that he is still their brother no matter what happens. It does take Omega's help to get the batch back together like old times though. It ended up with Hunter being the last one to fully 'forgive' Crosshair but it is mostly him trying to forgive himself for leaving his brother behind.

-Crosshair will go on long walks with Omega whenever they have free time to explore new planets, sometimes they'll go just to talk or to find Wrecker cause he managed to get lost 

-Crosshair and Wrecker come up with the idea, and when the rest of the batch hear it for the first time they join in, having Omega's artwork tattooed onto their bodies. Each one is a symbol that is close to them. 

-Echo would get a blue neon arrow tattooed onto him, right where he has Rex's handprint tattooed, that is the same arrows from the weapon he helped teach Omega how to use.

- Hunter would get the moon dragon Omega was able to track down for the first time tattooed onto his arm and it would wrap around his forearm up to his bicep. 

- Tech would get Omega's first-ever sketch tattooed onto his bicep, it would be a band with 99's three codes written in Mando, the outside of each band lined the dates of each mission they go on. 

- Wrecker would get all of Omega's doodles tattooed onto him,  his favorite being Lula’s face that is combined with the skull of the batch's symbol with herbs surrounding it were lined along their favorite shop to go get Mantell Mix. 

- Finally Crosshair, would get one of Omega's proudest pieces she created, it being the batch's symbol and it being surrounded by the neon lights from Cid's bar to moon phases and stormy clouds on Kamino, where she drew all the images she saw in the clouds when she got bored and let her imagination run wild. 

I hope you find them as fun as I did when I was writing them teheh, up next is my Bad Batch Western AU if you are interested!! I hope you have a wonderful day babes!! 💕💖💕💖💕

girl you are always killin' it with this content!! wonferful headcanons, i love all of them!! thank u for blessing my inbox with these <3

[fionajames]

*deep inhale*

Hey hey hey!

Sorry that sounded way better in my head. Good morning, since it’s midnight where I am, and I hope you don’t have writers block because that’s the worst thing that could possibly happen!

Anyway, requesting tiiiiiiime! May i pleeeeease have Dhole, your OC, helping out the 501st in a deadly battle with Ahsoka, Rex, Anakin, and any other clone/Jedi you’d want? And May I have angst and maybe a minor injury (no preference who)?

Sorry, I have a thing for the Injury ones since to me it brings out emotions and tension and draws the reader in to make sure they’re okay, you know?

I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH <3 thank you! Sincerely, your grateful follower, Sha. (That’s my name)

family - my oc

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Dhole glanced at Dice again, who was staring straight ahead at the doors of the gunship. The boy readjusted his hold on his blasters, glancing to his side where Ahsoka was grinning. He and Dice had been sent alongside the 501st and 212th to safely escort a Senator back to Coruscant after his planet had been invaded by the Separatists. Once they’d freed the Senator, the two Corrie’s and a small squad would head home whilst the others and the Jedi continued the fight until the Republic had regained control over the tropical planet.

“Dhole, are you alright?” A voice asked and the red-armoured boy turned to Xi, who was clutching his helmet under his arm, running a hand through his black hair. Dhole went to do the same, entangling his fingers in his mess of curls, tugging wisps down to his eye level to see the red colour he’d dyed the ends. “Brother, are you alright?”

“Ah yes, sorry Xi!” He chirped back, pushing down his nerves and attempting to reconstruct the sunny facade he was slowly slipping out of. Sure, Dhole was a sunny boy, but the longer the war continued on for, the less sunny he was. “Sorry, Xi, just zoned out.”

The older trooper gave him a doubtful glance but nodded. The small Togrutan girl next to Dhole poked his side.

“Dhole, why are you so nervous?” Ahsoka asked quietly, and Dhole inwardly cursed the stupid Force giving her the ability to sense his emotions. 

“I just don’t want anything to go wrong, kid,” he told her with a forced smile. It then melted to a frown as the gunship swayed in the air. “But I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Ahsoka laughed and that helped to at least make Dhole’s shoulders relax a little. “My Master says that all the time!”

“Says what, Vod’ika?” Dhole asked, a smile growing on his face but this one wasn’t fake. 

“‘I’ve got a bad feeling about this,’” she explained. “He says it so much!”

“Really?” Dhole chuckled, before muttering as he put his helmet on. “Maybe he’s right then.”

                                                -

The plan was simple enough to follow and Dhole shouldn’t’ve felt as scared and nervous as he did - nerves swirling around his stomach and making it lurch with every step he took. He watched as the Clones around him started blasting at the enemy, and his heart lurched when Ahsoka ran away from his side - towards the enemy with her green lightsabers blocking blasts.

Dhole moved as his body commanded - away from the heat of the blasts and to cover, where he breathed deeply and blinked away his panicked tears. Why was he so worked up?

“Dhole, focus!” Rex called to him, noticing the robotic movements his brother had adopted and the way his hands were shaking. “Vod’ika, are you alright?” The blonde Clone shuffled closer to the younger, placing an armoured hand on his shoulder. Even though they were both wearing helmets, Dhole could hear Rex’s concern.

“Yes sir!” He chirped back, steadying his voice and accidentally slipping back into the soldier-voice the Kaminoans expected off them. “Sorry sir!”

Rex flinched, frowning at the boy’s language. But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. 

Dhole watched the Captain turn away as he leapt to his feet, expecting his natural battle instincts to kick in. He fired at the enemy - his brothers by his side - but his instincts hadn’t kicked in properly.

A grenade exploded to his side - a white armoured Clone flew past him from the impact of the explosion - as he was thrown to the side. Dhole cried out when a piece of sharp, metal shrapnel cut into his arm - straight through his armour. Someone beside him shouted something, but his vision had tinted with a red haze.

“Fox!” Dhole screamed out instinctively, reaching his good armour up. His instincts howled for his older brother, but he was not there. 

“Dhole!” A voice called, a feminine voice. Ahsoka, his mind gently explained, and he barely heard it over the sound of his own thoughts screaming for his brother. “Rex, medic!”

Dhole felt several tears fall from his eyes - tears of pain that he couldn’t stop - as he reached his hand to Ahsoka, desperate for any feeling of comfort. A hand slipped into his and he squeezed it gently, trying to stop himself from gripping her hand like the lifeline it was.

“Dhole!” A voice screamed and suddenly he felt his body shift unwillingly as someone grabbed him. He screeched in pain and wreathed in the person’s hands. Two hands moved to pull his helmet off. And even though it was red-tinted, Dhole could recognise the familiar - yet unfamiliar in the immense worry that adorned it - face of Dice, the burn scar crinkled with worry. 

The person holding his helmet was his General, whose face was swirling with worry and he was biting his lip in concentration. “Kix is on his way,” the brunette told him, glancing to his Padawan. “Cover him, I’ll continue the fight with Obi-Wan.”

Ahsoka didn’t have time to protest - not that she would have anyway - as her Master leapt to his feet and rejoined the battle. 

Dhole barely noticed anything after that - his vision was too blurry and his limbs were white hot with pain. Kix arrived shortly after and tended to him, but midway through the medical attention, he blacked out. 

                                              -

“Kix!” A voice called and Dhole flinched at the loud, unfamiliar sound. “I believe your trooper is awake!” Is that, Dhole thought. General Kenobi? He opened one eye hesitantly, recoiling from the bright light but getting confirmation about his thoughts from the ginger Jedi hovering above him.

A face appeared in his vision, but it was not a Clone.

“Oh good, you're awake!” General Skywalker told him with a grin. Dhole internally frowned. Since when did the Jetti care so much about me? He thought.

“Dhole!” A voice cried out and the boy flinched as Dice threw his arms around him, encasing him in a hug. Dice was shaking. “You scared me Vod’ika!”

Dhole sunk into his arms numbly, too tired to speak. 

“We were worried you were dead,” General Skywalker explained, and Dhole had to stop himself from raising an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry, sir, but why were you worried? I’m just another clone,” Dhole told him and Dice promptly smacked him on the back of the head. Dhole chose to ignore it. 

“You are not just another clone to us,” the General replied, sitting down beside the Clone. “You’ve done some amazing work, Dhole - that’s why you're an ARC Trooper - and your kind as well. You’ve saved our lives many times before, and that's why we chose to get to know you.”

Dhole’s face fell and then was replaced by one of utter shock. His stomach swirled with warmth and a grin broke out over his face, his vision blurring with tears. He lunged forwards and wrapped his arms around the brunette General. 

General Skywalker’s face contorted with shock before he wrapped his arms around the crying Trooper, soothing him by running a hand through his curls gently and playing with the stray wisps. “Shh, it’s alright.” 

“Thank you so so so much, General,” Dhole spluttered out relaxing into the comforting arms of the Jedi. His heart ached with joy as a tear fell from his eye, getting caught in his eyelashes like raindrops do. 

“He’s right, you know,” General Kenobi spoke up as Dhole watched Dice leave the room, seconds later Ahsoka entered. The Togruta waved to him frantically, beaming all the while. “You're not just Clones to us. Your soldiers, men, and you deserve a lot better than what you're getting.”

“You really believe that?” Dhole asked, pulling away from General Skywalker, who gave his back an affectionate pat. 

“Of course!” Ahsoka chipped in, moving to sit beside her friend and drape her arm over his shoulders. “Your our family too, Vod!”

Dhole bit his lip, but he couldn’t stop the tears as they began spilling uncontrollably from his eyes, burying his face in the teenager’s neck. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,”  General Kenobi chided softly, hand on the Trooper’s back. He was smiling sympathetically, blue eyes shining with truth.

“Yeah, we’re all one great big family!” Anakin laughed, grinning and Dhole couldn’t stop himself from grinning back.

“The Jedi and the Clones,” Dhole chucked. “A formidable family!”

But everyone knows family doesn’t last forever.

I HOPE U GUYS LIKED THAT!!!!!!!

HAVE A GREAT DAY OR NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LY!!!!!

[jakeyt]

Thank you to @puzzle-gvf, @ignite-my-fire, & @writingcold for the tag 🖤🖤 I love talking about/sharing music sooo here goes!

rules: put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag 10 people.

(And I’ll be using the playlist I’m using as I write Covet. 😏) There is so much music that heavily influences this story & imo, sounds like it was written to match situations and so many feelings y/n and Jake feel.

…🌊💦 that’s all

This song is so Covet coded omg^

……Jake heartbreak… that’s all I’ll say 😥

I just fucking love Allen Stone & when I hear this version, I imagine good, slow sex w Covet!Jake

AHHH!! It’s insane this came on shuffle…. Considering the entire last part of the last chapter was based off y/n wanting to be at the performance for this song… which led to… mhm.

Because y/n loves groovy music & I’m sure if she were to hear this, she’d think of Jakey (whether she likes it or not hehe) 🖤 (also imagine them slow dancing in the kitchen to this 😭)

This is Jake perspective, but y/n’s music preference

It just makes sense.

This gives Jake pov 🥺

Heartbreak. That is all. (We have plenty more angst to come… *evil, sad laugh*)

—

I’m (no pressure) tagging:

@joshym @alwaysonthemend @lightmylove-gvf @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @takenbythemadness @sacredjake @gretavanbear @themoreyou-love @gold-mines-melting @bowievanfleet

(And I wanna ask the same thing as @writingcold … if you write, I’d love to see what u write to!! <3)

[rjschoicesstuff]

from [♡~OC Asks~♡]

for ripley: 🧿Do they have a superstition or belief? Such as "black cats bring bad luck", belief in ghosts, tarot, crystals, meditation, etc. (<- additionally, does she develop any after being turned?) 🔪Say they were put in a classic 80s slasher/horror setting, who would they be? {Example: The killer. The dude who dies first. Etc.}

for rex: 🎀Do they have something they collect? {Stamps, rocks, stickers, etc} 🍋Do you have a song that you associate with them?

nsfw for either/both: 🐹What "pet" names do they like being used for them? {Babe, Kitten, Puppy, Mutt, etc.}

thank you 💐

Thank you for sending questions!

For Ripley:

🧿Do they have a superstition or belief? Such as "black cats bring bad luck", belief in ghosts, tarot, crystals, meditation, etc. (<- additionally, does she develop any after being turned?)

Ripley genuinely believes in aliens, like she'll fight ppl on that LOL, she used to just like vaguely believe in certain cryptids and supernatural creatures, like sorta like where she doesn't Really believe, but she enjoys acting like it's real anyway, if that makes sense? Once she learns vampires exist she 100% thinks there gotta be more out there tho. She will force Cas and Gabe to go look for werewolves with her lol.

I loveee that u asked about after she was turned because YES!! I'm still working out the whole situation with the ley lines, but as of now it's that as soon as the Creator started dying, some of the energy he absorbed from the leylines, went into her. And Ripley experienced this as like this warm power that Wanted her to survive and in that brief moment soothed her and made her feel like she was going to be okay and she was going to survive this and she did well. And soon after waking up she feels this energy stayed with her and guides her. And she believes the leylines are like alive and some sort of deity/entity basically.

Idk there's more but I really wanna sit down and think it all over sometime and give it it's own post once I've made up my mind, because I don't like having to go back and be like 'um actually forget about all this' hahah

🔪Say they were put in a classic 80s slasher/horror setting, who would they be? {Example: The killer. The dude who dies first. Etc.}

The first person who dies probably lol 😭

🐹What "pet" names do they like being used for them? {Babe, Kitten, Puppy, Mutt, etc.}

I think in general she's v neutral about pet names, I feel like being called angel would make her feel some type of way but idk if anyone would call her that tho LOL

And anything that's more like feminine I think she would like, she loves beign referred to as 'my girl' and stuff too, idk if that necessarily counts as a pet name but yeah.

I feel like because Cas rarely actually calls her by her name she sometimes explicitly asks him to call her Ripley.

For Rex:

🎀Do they have something they collect? {Stamps, rocks, stickers, etc}

I can see her collecting seashells and pretty stones maybe hehe

I think in the present time she might still have an appreciation for cool weapons, but I feel like in the future she might want to sorta distance herself from anything like weapons/whatever she associates with fighting/violence but at the same time collecting weapons n just appreciating the craftsmansship behind it might be some way to 'reclaim' it idk

🍋Do you have a song that you associate with them?

Tbh not really, if I have to pick Something this sorta fits her vibes for my idea of her for what she/her life is like after the story is long done

🐹What "pet" names do they like being used for them? {Babe, Kitten, Puppy, Mutt, etc.}

Idk does uluvalir count 🤔

And also just love/my love

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

I know this might be a weird question to ask but have some of you went through painful times in heated moments or so? Like how bad are a few of you?

@demon-blood-youths

"Heats? Oh dear, not this question.." Breezy mutters but she had her arms crossed while some of the others hearing this were quiet not sure how to respond to it.

"Lets just say demonic heats are....strongly painful in a way? I mean, most of the demons here in new york and all over go through this or will in the future when finding a mate. Hell, even other types too. Right?" She saw Davion sigh and nod.

"She's right. For example, all demons, different species, creatures, halflings, etc. go through a heat cycle. It's not the best time to be in given how uncomfortable it makes someone. Though, I already know since many go through it." he said.

"You go through a lot during this, as I said before, body changes and becomes hot, you can't focus, you try to ease the feeling off as best as you can....you can only do so much.." he said to Breezy who sighed thinking about it.

"I see..."

"Wait, haven't you gone through yours?" he asked Breezy who looks silent.

"...Yes? I mean, I go through them a few times myself but...I never told anyone till now? I can't have my friends worry about me. However, their very very uncomfortable and hot. It's like your whole body is on fire and hurting and aching so much. Your doing everything in your power to make it stop....but.." she looks away hiding the pink tint in her cheeks. "It gets really bad or worse. And it lasts for a while or a week...or at least of mine." Breezy said.

"Your right on that one. Heat cycles are different depending on your time but they are really REALLY annoying to have. Even when it runs in your demon family tree.." Vivi said with arms crossed but Terry didn't know that. "And yes Terry even you go through them thanks to that Venom.."

"Yeah, I already figured that much...." he said rubbing the back of his head. Breezy blinks but looks to Melinda.

"You go through them too right Melinda?" she asked seeing her teammate tense to look away.

"U..Uhhhh..I..I gone through it before but only three times. I never experienced something s..so tense before. Even if I never gone through a demon heat before.....you have to use a lot of things to help ease the worry...that or your senses change, your body changes only t..thinking about m...m....mating.." Melinda mutters hiding her face. "I don't know much about them..b..but...I don't know how others go through i..it without losing themselves.."

"Well, that is not fun. Heats are really really a pain in the ass. I gone through some myself but let me tell you, they are not fun. When going into one myself, I tend to be lost in heat that I would hunt down who is close to eat...however, I just lock myself in the room till it passes. It's worked so far.....but I never told Matt that..." Ryunosuke sighed with arms crossed.

"Still annoying but very painful. I hate going into heat but....if you have something to ease it away if your alone it helps......but it was said being with your mate helps ease it down better.." Rex said with arms crossed. "I heard others haven't gone through it yet but they do when it's really bad on the first time when finding a mate."

"What about you Davion? Don't dragons have it worse?" Breezy asked.

"Yeahhhh...way way worse. Dragon demons are a different level when it comes to heats. We tend to lose ourselves, were more dominate in what or who we want as ours. We tend to well...be unstable just thinking about doing it over and over...I know you guys went through something close right?" he said seeing the group nod slowly. "Though, dragons have a lot of stamina so we tend to go at it for hours......which brings many to binding a dragon to keep them from moving but..that only works a few times because our heated selves will do what we can to mate with the ones we love..."

"Geez..."

"Yeah, we do everything we can to be sure the one we are mating with is ours. Biting, clawing, you name it. We do anything to make sure they belong to us. Though, I remember demons heal so the marks leave but you get that feeling it's still there...that or a mating mark appears on them..I can't remember." he said.

"A mating mark?" Rex, Melinda, Breezy, Vivi, Ryunosuke, and Terry said at the same time.

"Yes. It makes me wonder about my cousin's six claws. I know some of them are demons or have heats in a way. I think the only one that might not have one is Ren due to his persona but who knows? If he become a full blood demon in the future to be with my cousin he'll go through that too. And knowing him and how much he loves her, he would.." he said with arms crossed.

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GIRL YOU WERE NOT KIDDING THAT IS SO MUCH LORE!!! But omg, I absolutely love how much detail you’re putting into it?? The history of Terra and their connection to the Force? Nevaeh’s family and all that culture stuff?? A WHOLE ASS LANGUAGE??? (that oath is so good btw, I’m so excited to see how u use it in the story!!) Girl you are going so in depth with this and i LOVE IT <3333

Obsessed with the words to describe her and the picrews omggggggg she is so so fun!! And the music, first off that totally makes sense, secondly OMG??? You can’t just bombard me with all those cute backstory pieces and then just throw in “and Rex is just looking at Vae like she’s everything” AAAAAAAAUWHAHSUWHSJHSJAJAKSN OMG IM OBSESSED

I loved each and every part of this thank you SO MUCH for the oc rambles bshjsjsks

wait ok and also—

OFFICIAL TAG AAAAAAAAAA phie u are an absolute sweetheart ilysm 😭😭

ooooo for the oc ask game, 13 15 20 30 48 and 60? all for Nevaeh btw (am i being sneaky trying to get backstory maybe maybe shhhh)

Aaaaahhh, Saturn, my love! It's always great to have you in my inbox, you know? You did well on your sneakiness, you get a shit ton of lore (it,,,, its really a lot, I don't blame you if you don't wanna read it all lol).

Anyway, this was SO FUN to do! Thanks so much for the ask!! 🤍🤍

13. Do they have anyone they can lean on?

Nevaeh's family is actually quite supportive. I've begun developing a culture and language for the Terrans and it's helped me get a better grip on their (and especially Vae's) intrinsic values. While there is competition between the siblings to become the next Tribe Leader, there's also a deep love and devotion between them.

Terra's culture and religion is based on their home planet. Now I talked about them colonising other planets before, but I only touched on it. Basically, Terra is in a certain point in the galaxy where the Force is stronger than other places (in my AU the Force is viewed as energy (by the Terrans at least) and moves on certain lines through the galaxy. Terra lies on a sort of intersection. This is based on ley lines) resulting in higher midiclorian count in their inhabitants. Because Terra's population outgrew their planet, they colonised other planets (this takes place thousands of years before our story starts, by which point they have stopped colonising and faced the issue) but made sure they were also on these lines. Still the Force (or as they call it va'eyaey -> va meaning life, eyaey meaning energy) is strongest on their original planet, lead by the Tikaani, Nevaeh's Tribe. The Terrans believe that everything that grows out of, or comes from their home planet is holy, because they essentially worship the Force as an entity (seeing as they view it as energy, and everything is made out of energy). 'Grows out of their home planet' therefore also applies to people. So basically, Nevaeh views her siblings & family as a holy blessing and they view her that same way. That's why their connection is so deep. (I realise I'm playing it fast and lose with canon lore, but the Jedi can still adhere to the laws of the Force that we know. They have the same, yet different faith, I guess? different denominations? idk, I hope you get it saturn, if it's not clear pls ask follow ups lol)

last little tidbit about culture and language! I developed a sort of oath for the Terran warriors which might appear in the story, I'm not sure yet. I'm gonna share it here now, bc I'm pretty proud of this one!

Na'kato erih gatar vwe ih aueiili va'eyaey. Terra'na primet, nak'Terra'na setet.

meaning:

My oath is to serve and to protect the energy given through the Force. Terran first, other second.

15. Can you name 5 personality traits they have?

uuuh good question!

1. determined for sure. stubborn is probably the better word, but Nevaeh might get a lil testy when she's called that lol

2. loyal, see explanation above!

3. cunning. Neaveh is sort of the Heroin of this story, but she sometimes does behave a little,,, well she moves in a gray area sort of. The Terrans don't align themselves with either Dark or Light side, so true warriors (like Nevaeh) can be dangerous and hard to predict

4. generous. Even though the Terrans are secretive and don't like outsiders, their focus within their own people is still very much community based. But if you see the oath above, it says that they will serve Terrans first, others second. Nevaeh has always taken that very literally. Serve others, but don't do it at the cost of your own people. As long as it won't harm a single Terran, there's few this girl won't do for you!

5. empathetic. This is based partly on her connection to the Force, but also because, even though she's only in her early twenties, as a warrior, Nevaeh has seen a lot. Leading up to where we meet her in the book, she's experienced a lot since she last saw Obi-Wan. I won't spoil too much, since the story will go into this, but her struggle has made her more human in a way. She is more sympathetic and empathetic because of her trauma. (this might not come through in the first few chapters of the book, but that's because she's pretty tense right now. Once you get to know her better I think this makes sense lol)

6. secret sixth one bc I love saturn :) hot-headed. which I think is obvious if you've read the Prologue and first chapter of When We Bleed, We Bleed The Same lol

20. What do they look like?

So, I posted about this in the past here, but I made some updates on her design. She looks something like this:

She wears her hair down (it's actually much longer than pictured, but I'm not an artist so I use picrews, lol. I love this one a lot, but they didn't have longer hair. It still captures her essence pretty well though!), but if she is on a prolonged mission or yanno,,, maybe involved in a war, maybe? she puts it in dreads, for convenience and protection. She also has a traditional tattoo of remembrance on her entire left sleeve and (when not on mission) wears a ring lip piercing on her lower lip.

30. What music do they enjoy?

I haven't really come up with how Terran music sounds, but I like the idea of their primary way of story telling - but also worship to va'eyaey - to be singing. So that, I assume lol. Just imagining Nevaeh and some other Terrans sitting around a fire with some clones during a campaign and the Terrans are singing about a fight that they won, or that one amazing homecooked meal their mom would make when they were all kids, or how Ethan broke his arm climbing up a tree that one time, or that time they went to a bar and Rose and Vae danced together all night. And the clones just sort of listen to these people sharing about their rich lives in the way they would in their culture, even though they don't really do that with outsiders, so they're just quietly listening and falling in love with the stories and Rex is just looking at Vae like she's everything and WAAAA :')

48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?

Oh yeah, like a fuck ton. Girly is a spy, she has thousands of tricks up her sleeve and knows all the state secrets (even those she's not supposed to know. but hey she couldn't sleep one night, so why not break into hq and get the dirt on all the superiors? (this is not canon, but she would, let's be real))

60. In a crowded room are they in the corners, sides or in the middle?

Depends. Is it a family function? Is it a political function? Is she on a mission? Is she undercover? Is her cover someone who's supposed to be noticed or not?

I think in her natural state without a mission or ulterior motive she'd probably be in the middle. She's a pretty bold social-butterfly lol

Thanks again for the ask, friend! I had such a great time! If you need any follow ups anywhere, just let me know, I'm happy to ramble some more!!

Have a great day/night/whatever, where ever you are! 🤍🤍

[coexiising]

Bb can u give us some romantic nsfw and sfw headcanons w modern anakin? Thanks

sfw first!!

firstly, early mornings with anakin because i am always thinking about it. waking up in his arms, either facing into his strong chest or facing away from him and feeling his heartbeat against your back. and if you wake up before him, you can admire the way that the light hits his face just right, bounces off of those dirty blonde curls and he looks beautiful. the blankets are thrown over both of you but he is a human heater and that’s really all you would need. and when he finally wakes up, he has that little tired grin on his face, a little “good morning”, and his morning voice is just perfection. 

then it turns into the whole “just five more minutes, please,” and who are you to keep him from that? so you lay there for five more minutes which turns into another and another until you finally get him to accept you leave to make coffee or tea or whatever you both fancy. 

comes back with two mugs and you two sit together, your head finding it’s way to his shoulder and basking in the serene morning. waking up together is always the best, but you never ever wanna leave. 

another thing that i think about a lot is when the both of you come back from missions, your first goal is to see one another. like literally you both drop whatever you are doing the second you arrive on coruscant to see the other. both of you like to grab food, because lets be clear, its a comfort and coruscant has some of the best, and you two sit with one another. sometimes you two are happier, depending on the missions you were on, and sometimes you are not. but it doesn't matter because you two are together.

the subtle reminders of the other. whenever you have to go deep space flying or when you spin your lightsaber a specific way, you think of anakin. when he sees your favorite cluster of stars he thinks of you. no matter how far away you two are from each other.

your friends slightly knowing what is going on but they don't directly acknowledge it. for example, rex will always ask you where anakin is first before anyone else. ahsoka will ask you for advice when he is in one of his moods. obi-wan will subtly let you know where he is in the galaxy if he can sense that you are worried. it's the little things, the little acknowledges that you appreciate more than anything.

nsfw (so, warning!)

he is always kissing. like i don't know what the hell is up with this man, but he is always kissing you. i think that it's just because he loves you so much, or because he likes the act of worshipping you and your body. but he is. forehead kisses, neck kisses, thigh kisses . . . like literally everywhere. especially during sex.

this one is hard to explain. but i think that anakin is really into acknowledging your body. he will lightly pull your hair (unless you two decided to go more rough, then it's more, but he would never push your boundaries), or he'll grip your thigh or your side a little harder than his usual touch. it's just that he wants to worship your body and wants you to know that he's here, and there, and here.

hickies. lots of them. if anything, sometimes you have to tell him to calm down because the more there are, the easier it is for someone to see and then start to ask questions about your relationship. but you still like them. sometimes you even give him some of his own, but being a guy, he sometimes has his shirt off more than others so you try to limit.

sex in a lot of random places. i only say this because a lot of the time you two aren't home during the war and it is easy to get carried away during various make out sessions. some of your favorite places include: naboo in the palace, the drivers seat of his flyer, and on the planning table on the starfighter (which was an accident, and you're still not entirely sure how you two got away with that one with anyone not noticing)

this was kinda mini. still getting back into the swing of things.

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Have u done HCs for the clones and/or the bad batch finding out their SO is pregnant?

I have not... let’s do it!

Cody is composed. He takes the news in stride and waits for his partner's reaction before giving his own to match. He will dutifully get to work on creating the perfect environment to start his family in: baby-proofing the house, reading parenting books, storing away any money he can...

Rex is conflicted. He loves his partner and the idea of having a child fills him with so much happiness. But he knows it won't be easy with the war still waging on. He will do whatever he can to be present and support his S/O, but he also feels guilty it's not as much as he wants.

Wolffe is dumbstruck. Speechless. Cannot compute. Pregant?! How did this happen? He'll need the most time to process the news. And even as the pregnancy goes on, he'll still have moments of disbelief. This wasn't something he ever dreamed for himself, and now he's kinda into it.

Fox is prepared. Starting a family with his S/O would have been something they discussed and planned for. Being in the guard and only occasionally deployed off-world made the decision easier for him than some of his brothers. He'd get ready even before his S/O's officially pregnant.

Fives is emotional. Like, all the emotions. Shock. Excitement. Fear. Impatience. It's literally the best news of his life. He won't shut up about it, much to everyone's annoyance, even his S/O, who just wants some rest. He'll definitely be extra doting and protective of her during this time.

Echo is thankful. He knows he's been given a second chance at life, and having a baby with his S/O just feels like the perfect reward for their love and sacrifices. He finds himself less grumpy; all he has to do is think about his family growing and he immediately relaxes in gratitude.

Jesse is worried. His mind races through all the typical questions of doubt. Am I ready for this? Is this what I want? He will warm up to the idea over time, especially since he loves his S/O and it's clearly making her happy, but he will still need a lot of reassurance that he'll be a good dad.

Kix is over the moon. Maybe they planned it, maybe they didn't, but boy is he overjoyed. He will insist on taking care of his S/O, until he realizes his medical training did not include anything related pregnancy. He'll still attend every appointment and pamper her as often as possible.

Tup is nervous. This isn't exactly a good time to start a family, and there's so many things that could go wrong. He frets and hovers over his partner, a little too much at first. It takes time for him to find a balance between concern and respect. He just doesn't want anything bad to happen.

Dogma is taken aback. It literally never once occurred to him, the possibility of having a kid, and now he has a lot of catching up to do. He'll research pregnancy and child-rearing to exhaustion, wanting to make sure he knows exactly what he and his partner are getting themselves into.

Hardcase is delighted. He's not one to worry much about the future, or even plan for it really. Why wouldn't he and his S/O make good parents? They'll figure it out. In the meantime, he enjoys the little things, like watching his partner's belly grow and feeling the first kicks.

Hunter is amazed. They were able to create life, amidst all this war and chaos? It's incredible. He's excited but will patiently wait for the little one to come, knowing it will only be a matter of time. He also experiences a kind of sympathy pregnancy due to his heightened senses.

Wrecker is thrilled. He's not so patient in waiting, asking his S/O every day if she's ready to give birth yet. He brags to everyone how fast it's growing and strong it's going to be. He also brags about his S/O, even more so than usual, because how amazing is she to be carrying their kid?

Crosshair is scared. There is no way he'll make a good father, he's convinced. But his partner is the love of his life, and every little gentle, joyful comment from her throughout the pregnancy calms him down. He may still doubt himself, but he'll put in the effort for her sake.

Tech is not surprised at all. He had his suspicions. He treats the pregnancy very scientifically and emotionless, but at one point, very randomly and suddenly, it will dawn on him what is happening: they are having a child. That'll be one of the only times in his life he ever cries.

[dreamrecorder]

Ok so- idk if you’ve seen demon slayer;; but there’s this episode (it was during the spider fambam arc) aNywaYs- so like. Rui yeets ties* (i guess-) Nezuko like. Up in the air. With his weird spider thread jazz— and like. It’s sHarP weird spider thread jazz— so she’s like. Yknow. Being sliced and diced with string— but it kindaaa reminds me of like. Xiao. And his like.... weird... sad.... uh. Karma. Thing. Like y’know where he’s like hanging from his arms- red stuff. Yeah. So like. Now for the actual request

Xiao’s s/o (female if you don’t mind;;) gets kidnapped by like— the fatui or smth. And they tie her up like Nezuko :D to be like “lol haha Xiao be all like-” and she’s just. Like. Dying. Slowly. Dripping b l o o d and yknow. All the tea. And Xiao comes to rescue her— and he’s like 0-0 “wait...” and he realizes that’s like- exactly what happens to him- and so. He beats the fatui’s butts saves his s/o, anddddd she like.

Idk. This is where I need your angst expertise ❤️ like- she could d i e. In his arms. And poor Xiao would be so scarred omg poor thing- BUT THE ANGST- but at the same time;;;; the f l u f f of him being able to save her just in time and she was like fighting for him the whole time or whatever and ended up needing him to save her anyways- and then Xiao feeding her almond tofu until she gets better ❤️❤️❤️

IM SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG- im probably going crazy from lack of sleep from reading fics for too long sndndnsnsj

But if you do this,,, BLESS YOUR SOUL I HOPE TO EITHER BALL MY EYES OUT OR SQUEAL FROM THE WHOLESOMENESS-

Anyways.... thank you! Have a stellar day~ ✨❤️

The heart yearns and the wind heard

lmao this ask is so adorable i hope you’d enjoy this ksks

anyway, full Angst train up ahead but there are moments of Fluff too. There are mentions of blood and violence if those are not your thing- dont worry guys, this goes with a happy ending cos you and Xiao deserve one~ on a final note- non canon compliant and suuuuuuper long- like- legit this is very long

The Yaksha sighs.

He’s here again. His mind and heart has returned his being into this crimson world his demons have created within him.

He feels it. He feels the corruption binding him tighter again for every death he brings by his tainted hands.

He looks at his bindings. And ever so slowly, the red and black coiling around his person will eventually reach his heart.

One day, he thinks, all this crimson and black in this world will swallow him whole and he will see the light no more.

Xiao sighs again.

This is his karmic debt.

~

The moment you stepped foot within Wangshu Inn, you knew he was in his prison again. After giving a quick greeting to the inn keeper, you hastily went to Xiao’s room. The closer you got, the heavier the atmosphere became.

You reached his door and knocked softly. As expected, no reply as he continues to struggle to take back his control over himself. Without hesitation, you stepped in. To anyone else, they would have instantly met his spear at their throats, but with you, this doesn’t happen. Instead, you see him crouched on the wooden floor with a hand on his chest. His knuckles were white and his breathing was ragged. His amber eyes- lost. Observing his form, yes… his moments of corruption are becoming progressively worse.

With swift steps of familiarity to this routine, you went to him and grasped his shoulders.

“Xiao, it’s me…” You whispered with clarity. And oh- how your voice brought a wave of comfort to his soul.

“N-name…” His voice cracked, but him calling to you is always a good sign.

You gave him a small smile and proceeded to grasp his hands together with yours. After which, you then leaned your forehead to his to chant your prayers. As your prayers progressed, slowly but surely, the corruption begins to fade along with the black mist that covered him. However, you took note how this ritual took longer than the last.

Once everything is done, Xiao just slumped onto your shoulders, still breathing deeply. “How are you feeling?” It was a useless question you asked every time this happens, but you always, always, have to make sure.

Usually, he would mutter a small ‘fine,’ but now- words seemed to have left his mind and all he could muster was an almost-unnoticeable shrug.

Truth be told- his response disheartened you, but you did not show it. Instead, you opted to simply encase him in your arms and caress his hair. After all, these are just one of the few, rare moments Xiao would leave himself into your care. Xiao is aware, himself, that his state has been becoming worse and worse. And you both know, that a day would come when he would just attack anyone- friend or foe- without a trace of hesitation. So, just this time- he speaks his feelings.

“Name?”

You answered immediately with a questioning hum.

“What would you do… when I finally lose control over myself?”

It was very subtle, but he felt how your hand stopped caressing his hair for a second, then proceeded to the previous task at hand again. In all honestly, you can never find yourself having an answer to that question. “And why would I ever let that happen to you?” You questioned back, fully aware that you were dodging his question.

Silence surrounded the two of you, unsure on what to do with the sudden heavier atmosphere.

Not wanting to face the cruelty of the world yet, Xiao simply buried himself on the crook of your neck even more. And despite the ghostly sensation of his lips on your skin, you could feel him mouth the words ‘I love you.’

“As long as I’m here,” you whispered, “nothing can hurt you.” And that was the most beautiful lie that the Yaksha has heard, but he was willing to believe all the same.

~

When word about Fatui diplomats starting a bank reached you, there was a nagging feeling in your head that trouble would bring itself present anytime soon. It was like an itch that wouldn’t get away. And the only way to have that itch gone is to scratch it.

“You are absolutely a fool.” Xiao stated darkly with crossed arms, for once disagreeing with the plans of his master.

“We can never know what their intentions are unless we let them start their bank, no?” Zhongli said as he gazed at the marsh spread beneath him.

The Yaksha only scoffed but said no more.

Building up your courage, you deemed it was your turn to voice out your thoughts, “Um… Rex Lapis, I see your point, but wouldn’t it be best to resolve the problem before it persists into something larger? We all know- All of Teyvat knows, that the Fatui are not to be trusted.”

Your archon offered you a kind smile, “I understand your worries, Name. However, as of the moment, they have not presented themselves as such. If they truly are our enemies, then it would be beneficial for us to know their intentions.”

You frowned deeply at his statement. Seeing you do so, somehow, your archon immediately identified your main concern.

“Is this about the Tianquan assigning you to be her representative for the Fatui?”

The moment those words left his mouth, a growl tore from Xiao’s throat, but he held his tongue.

“Did Ganyu tell you?”

The Archon nodded and you sighed.

“I volunteered, actually.”

And at that point, Xiao vanished into thin hair, but you could still his sense his presence around.

“May I know why?” Zhongli questioned gently.

For a moment, you struggled for words. You didn’t know how to describe this ‘itch’ to him. “At first, it was supposed to be Ganyu, since in the Tianquan’s eyes- Ganyu is an adeptus and she does not know that I am, too. Perhaps she didn’t want to put me in harm’s way, a ‘visionless human’ at the side of a harbinger. After some convincing to Ningguang for my volunteering, I spoke to Ganyu next.

“The adepti are divine beings that walk here in Liyue. I had this feeling that putting a divine next to a power-hungry harbinger would become an issue. I told Ganyu that, since I looked ‘harmless’ and ‘ordinary,’ the harbinger’s interest about the divine would never surface.”

A stretch of silence wrapped around them as Zhongli pondered over your words. “Perhaps, are you also planning to dig out the truth of their arrival?”

You nodded, “I knew you would allow them to stay, so I just took it upon myself to unfurl their secrets.”

“Hmmm… I grant you permission on doing this. However, should trouble arise, do not hesitate to tell us.”

~

The glare pointed at you was strong. Even without him saying a single word, you could hear his phantom voice in your head speak with such coldness, What are you thinking?

You simply gave him a reassuring smile, “I’ll be fine, Xiao. I may be a human in mortal eyes, but please do remember that I am also an adeptus, no matter how weak I am.”

Xiao releases a huff, but still sits by your side at the floor of the balcony, letting the moon kiss his skin. “You’re not weak.” He mumbled as he snaked his hand to yours.

To him, you will never be weak. In fact, you were the strongest being he has ever laid his eyes on. Not physically, no. It was you mental and emotional fortitude. Back during the Archon War, he always admired how you kept your head held up high no matter the suffering you have experienced. No matter how much death surrounded you, you still fought. And that strength made you a survivor. During the war, you never failed to help the wounded. Even when someone dies under your care, you held strong for the departed and for those who are left behind. You were a pillar of hope.

He brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle “… Just be careful. If ever you are in trouble do not-“

“Hesitate to call your name.” You finished, beaming at his words.

~

As someone who used to be a healer and a doctor, you were quite familiar with several mild skin diseases that mortals can suffer from.

If there is an itch, you do not scratch it- for you will only aggravate the area even more.

Now that you’re working alongside the Fatui as the Tianquan’s representative, the itch you kept feeling was only irritated more. Especially whenever you spoke with the Harbinger who goes by the name Childe. And since your work requires you to cooperate with him, you also don’t miss the chance to discover what he hides, should the opportunity presents itself.

Childe… his azure eyes certainly have their… charm to those unaware. However, you knew better. You know he’s capable of drowning you just by his eyes. While he may be a cheerful man, his eyes lack the lustre of joy. The eyes are the windows of the soul, yes? If so, all you see is an unending ocean that you do not want to swim in. The surface may be calm, but the deep is relentless. However, duty bound you are- deep within the ocean, you shall find the secrets the Fatui hides.

Again, another scratch to the itch, but it only irritates you more.

~ 

The news of Rex Lapis’s death became the catalyst of you confronting the Harbinger. From Yujeng Terrace all the way to Northland Bank, you ran (with Ningguang’s permission of course). Before you can even open the door to his office, something caught your eye.

It’s faint, but you’re an adeptus. You sensed elemental traces, just smack bang at the middle of the door. You carefully scrutinized the tracings, and fortunately you knew Snezhnayan script. And what you read only made your heart sink.

It’s ready.

With the adeptal arts, you managed to uncover the origins of these elemental tracings.

Scratch.

Without hesitation, you followed these tracings until it led you into some ruins.

Scratch.

Following the tracings further, you find yourself in a dimly lit room. Wary, you summoned your weapon imbued with your element.

Scratch.

Searching the room, you came across several antique boxes. You opened them.

Scratch.

What you saw were familiar. Too familiar. Dimming the room more with your element, you find more Sigils of Permission hanging on the walls and on the ceilings. The energy within them were faint, but with enough numbers, it’s enough to kill a-

“Well, well well, I thought you’d be there mourning for your Archon. But here you are, snooping around someone else’s research material.”

The sound of his voice made you sharply turn your head to him, your stance now more offensive. “What are you planning?” You bit coldly.

The Harbinger hummed a small tune, “Nothing much… But! If you’re really curious, I guess I could tell you.” He hummed some more but you knew he’s not finished. Once he finished his tune, he grinned to you menacingly and the depths in his eyes became even deeper and darker, “After all, I won’t let you leave this place with you knowing my secret~”

~

There was this one time, Xiao struggled against himself so much, he scratched himself red so that he could anchor himself back to the real world. You remembered how much you cried as he slept in your arms. You never wanted to see him do that again. Seeing him hurt himself also hurt you, too. It was like a stab in the heart, then a twist, and twist some more. A slap in the reality that you might lose him one day.

As he slept, you solemnly observed the wounds he sustained himself to. They were angry red, just like blood.

Now, you, yourself scratched that itch in your head too much into a wound for blood to seep through. You scratched too much and now you have to bleed from it.

~

You were slipping in and out of consciousness. Sleep was tempting you more and more but you know you have to wake up. You were aware that this is going on for days.

Everything hurts. You remembered how his blades, imbued with the Sigils, weakened you thoroughly. Every slash he brought to your body just drained the energy away from you. But still you had to do something.

He wanted an adeptus- he wanted an adeptus in order for the Sigils to grow stronger both in number and in power.

Now here you are, bound by chains and suspended at the middle of this empty room. These chains were adorned by talismans that drained away your energy. You were bleeding from your wounds of your previous battle.

Drip. Drip. Drip goes the blood and pools on the ground underneath you. The ground, you barely noticed, was lined by Liyuean script which enacts the ritual of the Sigils draining your divine power from your blood.

To the eyes of a sadist- you were a picture perfect in a canvas. A dark room lined by the damned Sigils, glowing an eerie gold. Then there's you with your bloodied clothes and chains. The red pool underneath was casting a red glow on your way, giving you a red shade to your pale skin.

Everything hurts-

And everything was driving you mad.

You can also feel the Overlord of the Vortex feed from your energy through the Sigils. You sensed his lust for power and revenge. You felt his anger and the corruption within him. You felt his hatred and his want to bring death. For days that felt like years, you’ve been battling against that very same god in your head. This battle was not something you shall not lose to and failure is not an option. If you fail here, then Liyue will fall. 

This god- he was driving you mad slowly.

If ever you are in trouble, do not hesitate to call my-

You shut the thought from your head. You are not going to call him. You will not speak of him. You will not think of him. You will not call him. Not to this place where his corruption will grow. No. You Will Not Call Him.

If it means that me not calling you will keep you safe from the corrupted remnant of a god- so be it. 

Please

However, no matter how much you denied yourself to call his name, no matter how much your heart yearns to be with him- the wind does not ignore the pained sob that left your lips.

~

Ever since the news of Rex Lapis's death and the visit of the Traveler with a Sigil in his hand- the corruption within him just bloomed into something feral.

The Sigil- there was something wrong about it but Xiao doesn't know what is it that is wrong. Then there's you- where are you? Surely with the news of their Archon's death- it would send you to bring forth a meeting for the adepti to talk this over. But now- for days- you remain not by his side.

With you missing- the demons inside him are slowly taking control over him, taking advantage of his vulnerability for you. For each passing day, it was slow torture for him- The worry bubbling in him was consuming him. He glared at the Sigil between his fingers and not failing to notice how his dark aura covers him once more. 

“Traveler,” Xiao called sharply, “What is it you intend to do next?” 

To any mere mortal, the look his eyes held were enough to strike fear, but the Traveler stealed themselves- meeting the adeptus’s gaze with an equally serious calm. “I have my suspicions on a certain harbinger and I-”

“Where?” The Yaksha growled.

“In the Golden House.”

Without a word nor warning, Xiao placed a hand on the Traveler’s shoulder and teleported them to the place where the Exuvia is hidden.

To the Traveler, everything happened so quickly as one event led to another. One moment, they were standing among unconscious bodies of the Millelith then the next thing they knew a corrupted and demonic gust of wind flew them away to the side. Regaining back their vision, they could see Alatus’s spear now at Tartaglia’s barrier made of Sigils. 

Alatus narrowed his eyes at the floating talismans and began to calculate the flow of this incoming battle with precision and accuracy despite his losing control over himself. 

It was a tense minute of sizing each other up, but eventually, Tartaglia has broken the silence with his annoying innocent voice. 

“Who would have thought that I’d have the honor of fighting another adeptus of Liyue?” 

The question immediately fed the corruption within him, the dark aura exploding at it. He knew that he should not believe in the Harbinger’s words so easily, but the glint in the latter’s eyes held truth. You could be out there, hurting, scared, alone. You could be out there, bleeding out. You could be out there dyi-

His aura exploded once more at the thoughts spreading in his being. With a burst of unspeakable power, Alatus lifted his weapon and pierced the barrier once more, this time breaking it without failure. At the threat, Tartaglia backed away as he donned his mask.

In a similar fashion, Alatus, too donned his mask. “I will ask you once,” the Conqueror of Demons spoke with a deathly calm, “Where is she?”

~

He should have killed him then and there. But the call of the Overlord of the Vortex must not be ignored as it threatens Liyue. 

In the small opportunity of escape, Childe took it. But he was weak and injured as Alatus swiftly threw his spear to block his way and teleported right in front of him. In a show of power, the Conqueror of Demons lifted the mortal by the neck.

“I will ask you again, where is she?”

In fear, Childe told him everything and at his every word, Xiao listened carefully- never speaking once. But the anger within his heart, it boils- it rages. His amber eyes bored into Childe’s soul- thinking what he should do to this mortal. Oh how killing him would be so nice. However, when the Yaksha’s gaze landed on the regal form of the Exuvia, he merely threw the mortal in its way.

“Killing you would have been easier. However, the crimes you have presented against Liyue are not mine for me to judge.

I leave the Harbinger to you... Rex Lapis.”

Once out of the Golden House, the Overlord roared once more, shaking the lands of the nation. However, along with it, he heard the faintest of voices. I’m so sorry... I couldn’t hold him back anymore. 

Only then did the demons in his heart freely took control of him. Just like the stories of old, where the Yaksha walks, death follows. But they were no stories. In his way towards the ruins where you were held captive, every step he took brought carnage and even more death and blood to taint his hands. No Fatui will leave this place alive. The very being of destruction ended many lives. Each death, the demons were growing stronger.

All he wanted now was to kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill killkillkill killkill kill killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill

Then seeing you suspended in the ceiling and bound by chains. Blood was painted on your lifeless skin. Wounds were littered and bruises were blooming on your form. But most of all, your eyes. What were once full of life and hope- now empty and blank. His demons quieted down.

Broken. You were like a broken porcelain doll.

“N-name...” His voice cracked, not believing it all.

With haste, he quickly broke your binds and caught you in his arms. he was fast to check for your pulse and your breathing. And thank the Archons, you were breathing but barely. You were now walking the line between life and death. With all his might yet a gentle caress, he hugged you for dear life. “Name... It’s me...”

But still, your eyes still held no recognition and it shattered his heart to pieces. With further inspection, he sensed the presence within you. A corruption. A certain evil. 

“Name, stay with me please,” Xiao begged with desperation as he fought back tears. “It’s me who supposed to be the corrupted one between us, not you... I’m not allowing you to leave me, you hear me-”

With a ritual of the adeptal arts, he started purging and purifying the evil left by the god who fed from you. He is not letting you stay alone in your prison, not for a second longer. 

Xiao prays and he never prayed before. Even to his master. But just this once, He prays with desperation. You are the light in his darkness. You are the moon in his night. 

The ritual was a delicate process. For every word he spoke, he was rewarded by your screams of pain and the writhing of your fragile body. He wanted to stop, but he can’t. He had to physically restrain you from trying to escape from his embrace and from hurting yourself. And for every cry you released, Xiao merely shuts his eyes clos just for him not to see your pained eyes. Every now and then, Xiao speaks gentle apologies and words of encouragement for you. You were coming back. But still, the evil persists.

You writhed and scratched against him, until you were creating more wounds for blood to seep through. When it came to a point, you began pleading and begging for him to stop, that was when Xiao had shed a tear. So he continues the ritual, his prayers, and his apologies. They were arriving to a point where the ritual is reaching its conclusion but your screams only grew louder.

Please, just a little more...

Please, just stop...

Please...

The corruption disintegrated away from you in a forceful release of dark energy. He was breathing deeply, attempting to calm his loud heart. When he placed his gaze on you, you were breathing rapidly and your eyes were searching blindly and your hands were desperately holding onto him.

“X-Xiao...” You whispered, “Where am I? Where are you?”

With a sigh of relief, the Yaksha hugged you again closer and his forehead to yours, fearing you would go away again. The action made you lift your hands to his face, still searching blindly.

“I’m here, Name... I’m here.” At his voice, the dam in your eyes broke as you cried silently. Xiao was not adept in emotions, but for you, he will face them gladly. He lets you cry as he gives you soft whispers of assurance, safety, love, and promises. However, you were not crying because of what had happened to you. You were crying for him. After experiencing such corruption-

You sobbed some more- you were this close to him losing you and you could not bring yourself to imagine if your roles were reversed.

“P-please,” you said with a broken voice, “please don’t go to the place where I can’t follow...’

The words, at first puzzled him, but after a few moments, he realized and once more it broke his heart. Bringing you closer, Xiao let loose the tears he was holding back. With a gentleness unexpected of the Conqueror, he simply littered your face with kisses. “I promise if only you would do the same.”

With your smile that he loved dearly for so long you too spoke your promise, “I do.” They were simply two words, but the comfort they bring into the Yaksha’s heart was in volumes.

After that, you shared a few tender moments in each other’s arms. Simply relishing the feeling of their familiar warmth. A little later, Xiao spoke, “Would you like to eat some Almond Tofu once we get home?”

The question made you giggle at his innocence, so you agreed. Despite you needing physical medical attention. But Almond Tofu with him? Yes, you two definitely need some emotional healing.

A/N: fINALLY dONE lmao this was supposed to be short but angst really makes me want to write longer everytime haha~ anyway this request really made me ponder bout genshin stuff with all the corruption this and corruption that but then a question popped up like-

how did childe replicate the sigil of permission? since sigils are imbued with divine energy, i just thought how did this guy accumulate so much sigils to the point of freeing Osial- a god!!! soooo i just played with the idea for a bit then figured out maybe these pieces of paper get the divine energy from a divine source right? and the adepti are divine beings of liyue and another thing- you guys might have noticed the change of names in some scenes- i dont know but i think somehow different names represents different side of a person like- we have childe the cheerful harbinger then tartaglia the power hungry harbinger- there’s Alatus who’s calculating and cold, there’s the Conqueror of Demons who’s ruthless and unforgiving, then Xiao who is calm and humane- lastlyyyyy i might post this in ao3 ksks