#the moment he just stares at the hand cid was holding and then after him like a little lost puppy

[levinbolts]

i can’t believe square enix separated them why do they hate me so bad

[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Absurd Thoughts

Tech x Reader

Summary- During a regrettable moment of insecurity, you think Tech considers going off with Phee. Assurance pursues, Tech only wants you.

A/N- Tech's waist is so snatched in this Gif 😩. Made Phee a villain SORRY! Near the end there is lots of touching, but everything is PG and nothing ensues from it!

Word Count- 1,713

"Head to these coordinates, brown eyes." You couldn't resist rolling your eyes. With crossed arms you even included a scoff, watching Phee rest a hand seductively on Tech's shoulder. It sat dangerously close to his chest.

It seemed that the only one who noticed was Hunter, his exceptional skills in observation shined. He gave you an 'it's okay' expression, but it did nothing to calm you.

Who did Phee think she was? Okay- that was a little harsh, but she had no right to be hitting on Tech. Constantly, mind you.

She leaned over him, pressing her bust to his shoulder to put the coordinates in. You swear you felt your face twitch. That was your move, which you had used on Tech multiple times. There was no doubt that she touched him on purpose.

Rage bubbled up in you, so much that you turned away and retreated to the back section of the ship.

What you were too mad to see was Tech leaning away from Phee to glance back at you, concerned.

It was not a secret that you and Tech were involved. Phee didn't seem to care, though you had never confronted her before. It seemed easier to wait until the mission was over. The thought of her leaving after the mission was something to look forward to.

Except, this time it wasn't just a mission. This might be a more permanent situation. A safe-haven from Cid was something you wished for, but at the expense of your happiness?

You went to hide in the refresher for a minute. You needed a space to just sit down and breathe. No eyes on you, certainly not Phee's.

Leaning against the sink, you close your eyes and inhale. The ship gave a familiar jolt- you were exiting hyperspace. With a groan, you straighten yourself out.

Okay, this can still be a good day. At least, that's what you tried to tell yourself. You fixed yourself up and returned to the group. They were already leaving the ship, you had to sprint to catch up.

Your eyes searched for Tech's, he was already busy with a datapad. Your hands moved on their own to fidget with each other- an action you subconsciously did. You didn't even notice it, but Tech did. He drove his gaze from the pad to look at you.

He stops walking for a second, letting you catch up. You smile up at him, his attention was enough to lift your spirits. His hand brushed against your back, guiding you to the rest of the force.

You started to thank him, but was interrupted by Phee.

"Welcome to Pabu! My home away from home!" She spoke louder than needed, making sure everyone was listening to her.

"That is the Archium." She pointed to a large building but looked at Tech, staring until he glanced up from his datapad. Everyone noticed the tension when you fought her look instead. She continued, "That is where we will store the artifacts." She crossed her arms, smug.

Everyone looked at Tech when he started talking. "Well, my sources tell me that this piece is in fact, worthless." He stated. You didn't doubt him for a second.

Looks shifted to Phee to await her response.

She hesitated- thinking of what to say. "Well uh, in some cultures this item," She holds it up, "Can be used in seduction and sexual activities."

Hunter promptly covered Omegas ears, placing his hands over them.

No one said anything, a little put off by her comment.

Tech didn't even look up from his datapad at Phee's next comment.

"Since your 'sources' don't have information on this, perhaps I could show you. First hand." She steps closer, ignoring your sour stance. "For research, of course." She added, a hand on her hip.

"Excuse me?" You made your input, stepping between her and Tech.

She scoffs but doesn't move. "I wasn't asking you." All eyes were on you two except for Tech's. He only glanced up from his datapad for a second.

"Besides, I think brown eyes here needs a change. Someone who can really handle him." She knew exactly what she was doing. Tech finally lowers the datapad to look at you fully.

That was it.

"Oh hell-!" Hunter steps in, not wanting a fight.

"I think you two need to cool off. Let's all take a break- Phee, is there someplace we can settle down for the night?" To be fair, Phee did owe us for helping her on her mission.

You breathe deep, stepping back. While you still wanted to bash her head in- you also wanted a comfy bed to sleep in. Rolling your eyes would have to do for now.

Hunter eyed you once again, eyebrows raised. You knew he was just trying to find a place to recoup and get our allies straight. Especially after you all left Cid.

"I can arrange three rooms, four if brown eyes wants to spend the night with me." Before he could respond, you did for him.

"We'll manage." You stated.

After meeting with Shep Hazard, Phee led everyone to their respective rooms. She had an obnoxious 'sweeter than life' attitude.

It was going to be Wrecker, Hunter and Tech, then Omega and you sharing rooms. No one wanted to hear Wrecker snoring.

Then, Hunter suggested that you and Tech needed some alone time, which you were grateful for. Omega and Tech switched, letting you be with him.

While this would have put you in a good mood, you couldn't help but let your thoughts run. You knew Tech was loyal, but why didn't he say anything? He just stood there and let Phee run her mouth. He had never told Phee to stop flirting- heck, he didn't tell her 'no' about spending the night with her. You did.

You hated that you felt this way, but nothing you told yourself calmed your nerves. Were you jealous? Insecure? or being irrational? Swallowing, you try to ignore. It seemed easier.

Hours later, you found yourself in bed with Tech. He was sat up, leaning against the headboard. He was only in his blacks, armor pieces neatly resting on a nearby table. He did however keep yours and his blasters in arms reach. Just in case.

You were also bare of your armor, but was clad in a nightgown instead. The blacks were far too hot for you to sleep comfortably in. You lay across Tech's legs horizontally, your midsection resting on his right knee.

You lounged your head on lifted crossed arms, still lost in thought. Tech was preoccupied, his datapad was propped up by your back- convenient for him.

He tapped and scrolled away with one hand, the other rested on your hip. Your gown hiked up as he thumbed across and into the natural grooves of your waist and hip. It gave his brain the mindless stimulation it needed to concentrate better.

You were quiet for awhile, trying to fall asleep. It escaped you, and you realized that you would need to talk to Tech if you wanted to have a good night.

"Tech?" You mumbled.

"Yes, what is the matter?" He asked immediately.

Your head was still down, and words muffled. "Can we talk about earlier?" You felt silly for asking.

You didn't see, but heard him fix his goggles. "Concerning what issue?"

You sighed and propped yourself up on an elbow, turning to look at him. His hand fell from your raised hip to your inner thigh when you moved. This didn't go unnoticed by you, but Tech seemed to do it subconsciously.

"Do you really not know what i'm talking about?" He just stared at you, eyes not leaving yours.

"With Phee... When we first got here?" You reminded him.

"Ah, I do recall that altercation." He said, turning the datapad off and moving it to the side.

"What about it?" He continued.

You scrunched your face. "Tech, about what Phee said. What else?"

He raised his eyebrows in understanding. "About Phee's suggestions?"

"Yes! You didn't even say anything! Tech, shes been flirting with you the whole time. She tried to get you in her bed!" You were slightly frustrated and a little defeated.

He rubbed his chin, thinking about her words. "I did not agree to her advances. Trust that it is not in my intentions to be with her. In any way." You blinked at him, biting the inside of your cheek when he absent mindedly rubbed your thigh up and down.

"I just... You never denied her, I guess I just thought you considered it..." You couldn't meet his gaze when you said this.

"Well that's an absurd thought." Was all he said, only continuing when you looked at up him.

"I thought ignoring her would be a sufficient response. I will confront her with a more vigorous attitude next time." He decided, thinking the matter was over.

You smiled, Tech didn't see it as a big deal. Not for any reason other than- he didn't want her. He saw no need to dwell on it, as the thought of leaving you wasn't even an option.

At this, you leaned up and hugged him. He hugged you back, a bit confused. There were quite a few occasions when he didn't understand your physical matters with him, but he let you do as you pleased.

With arms locked around his neck you spoke. "You don't have to do that... Just knowing that you aren't even paying mind to her is enough for me."

He nodded, keeping still as you moved up next to him.

He clicked the lamp off and let you get comfortable, snuggling up on his side.

"As for any future women or matters, you are the only one I could ever be with." He said, staring up at the ceiling. One of his hands finding its way back to feel some kind of your skin.

You nuzzled into his neck, "Really?"

"Of course, there is a very low percentage of people who can actually stand being around me." He said, completely serious. You laughed anyways.

"What is so funny?"

"Nothing," You smiled, like it was an inside joke, "Just go to sleep, I love you."

"I love you too."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I am loving everyone's request, and I am working on more as you read this! I just needed to get the fic idea out of my head and in writing, thanks for bearing with me :)

Tags- (LMK if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

[questforgalas]

The Bad Batch and Rex Reuniting with Their Jedi Partner After Order 66

I go absolutely insane for Jedi x Clone relationships, and thinking about a Jedi reuniting with their clone after Order 66 gives me the ultimate rollercoaster of emotions so here ya go (wow it feels good to get the writing juices going again)

G/N reader. I made myself cry with all of these, you're welcome

You were a Jedi shadow who occasionally accompanied the Bad Batch on missions. You were with them on Kaller when Order 66 happened but you got away with Caleb. Once Caleb is safely away from the Empire, you make your next move to get any information you can, and the only contact you trust at the moment is located on Ord Mantell. Cid offers you asylum and a place to lay low while you figure our your next move

One day while you're trying your best to reverse the many health code violations in Cid's bar, you feel a presence in the force that hits you like a punch in the chest as 4 clones in black and red armor enter the parlor

Hunter calling your name as you leapt over the river haunted you since Kaller

Seeing him standing in front of your made you unable to breathe

He sensed you the moment he walked in, whether it was your scent or your heartbeat you weren't sure, but he turned his head to you slower than you've ever seen him move before

The small blonde girl next to him noticed him stare, and she followed his eyesight, spotting you across the bar. "Is that a friend?" she asked

He didn't answer, just took a step forward like in a trance, but stopped immediately when he saw your hand instinctively hover where you hid your lightsaber

Slowly he raised his hands like placating a cornered animal, "They didn't activate, sweetheart. You're safe with us. You're safe with me."

You sensed it in the force, the truth in his words

He resumed his slow walk to you, the Batch holding their breath behind him

When he was an arms length away, you jumped into his arms, wrapping yourself around him and nuzzling your face into his neck. You felt him squeeze his arms around your waist, finding the crook of your neck, taking all of you in

No tears were shed. Just relief - slow, long breaths you've held since Kaller leaving you both

You stayed that way, wrapped in each other's arms, nuzzling as close as you can get

"Alright, you four, follow me. Clearly, these two need a minute," you hear Cid say from the safety of Hunter's shoulder

Four pairs of feet shuffle past you, a soft pat on your shoulder gives a warm, brief greeting, Echo most likely, before you're both left basking in each other's warmth

"I've got you, sweetheart. We'll figure this out together," he whispers in your ear. You snuggle closer in response

Wrecker wasted no time shoving through the group as soon as he saw you standing on the other side of the bar, eyes wide with shock

"Maker, what're you do..."

He immediately halts when he sees your hand reach for your hip

Of course, the last time you saw him was Kaller, he should've known you'd be suspicious

"It's ok meshla, ours didn't activate. Our chips are defective. Tell them Tech, tell them they're defective." You watch as he looks back at Tech with pleading eyes, body practically vibrating with his need to hold you

Without moving your hand, you move your eyes to Tech's who gives you an affirming nod "He's telling the truth. Our inhibitor chips failed to activate, and we are currently deserters of the Empire"

You didn't hear that last part though as you rushed to Wrecker who met with you equal enthusiasm halfway across the parlor

You were only crushed into his chest for a second or two before he was peppering your face with kisses

You felt yourself freely laugh for the first time since Kaller, playfully shoving him back so you could take in his face

He cupped your cheeks with his big hands, bringing your eyes to meet his

"Maker, I thought I'd never see you again, meshla. I'm so glad you're home"

Home. He was home, and you had no plans to leave ever again

He didn't notice you at first, too caught up in trying to figure out who Cid is

He continued on with his brothers, convinced this was the place for the Jedi contact

While he continued bantering with Hunter and Wrecker, you caught the eyes of Tech which widened when he saw you, but he remained quiet for Echo to discover for himself. His reassuring nod though told you all you needed to feel safe

You waited for the group to stop arguing, but when you saw things hadn't changed and no end was in sight, you couldn't help but laugh

Your laugh, as brief as it was, stopped him short

His back was to you, frozen, and he didn't turn around at first

The rest of his brothers turned in your direction, and Hunter's eyes darted between the two of you, warm smile on his face

What you didn't see was Echo close his eyes, telling his mind to stop playing these cruel tricks on him like it had been since Kaller - hearing your laugh, your soft singing on the marauder while they traveled around

When he finally turned around towards the source of the sound, he dropped his helmet

You gradually make your way to him as he remained frozen on the spot

The rest of the Batch shuffle to make room so you can get to him

As you get closer, your smile slowly grows with each step, tears welling

His eyes never leave yours, remaining wide and unblinking as if you're a mirage that's going to disappear

Finally, you're a hands length away from him, and you slowly raise your hand to rest on his cheek

As soon as skin meets skin, he releases the breath he'd been holding, and leans into the touch, closing his eyes and relishing in it

You let out a happy sob at the sight, your Echo back with you

Faster than hyperspeed, he snakes his arms around you, crushing you into his chest

His hand holds you in place while his scomp rubs soothingly up and down your back

You're full crying now, burying your face in his neck, thanking the Maker for not making you lose him a second time

"Shhh meshla, I've got you. I'm here. I'll always be right here. I'm not losing you again"

You can thank his observation skills and need to take in every detail of a new environment in order to study it for him spotting you right away

You were a bright spot compared to the many health code violations hiding within the bar

You waited on the other side, making your own observations, ready to reach for your lightsaber if needed

"No need for that, darling. Our inhibitor chips did not activate. They appear to be defective, possibly due to our mutations, and we were able to escape the Empire. Hence, why we are here"

You ease at the information, walking to meet Tech in the middle of the parlor

When you're close enough, you see something gleaming in his eyes. Happiness? Pride?

"You don't seem surprised to see me" you say to him, reaching for his hand

"Statistically, once you made your escape from Hunter on Kaller, and knowing your capabilities, I knew it was improbable that you would fall victim to Order 66. Although, finding you in a less than reputable bar in the Outer Rim is certainly a surprise"

Oh Tech, your Tech. So matter of fact and to the point

His explanation makes you laugh and shake your head

Not able to wait any longer, you grab him and pull him towards you

He softly smiles down at you as he cups your chin, bringing your lips to his

"What's the probability of us being separated again?" you ask him without pulling apart

"Very low. 0% in fact" he says before softly kissing you again

You reunited with the boys on Ord Mantell and stuck around with them as they figured out the new galaxy. Once you all sprang Crosshair free of the Empire, you removed his chip, and you stayed by his side the whole time as you waited for him to wake up

Every form of meditation in the galaxy could not calm your nerves

Crosshair's chip was removed 2 days ago and he'd been unconscious ever since

You never left his bedside, only eating and drinking when Echo or Omega brought you food and water

You'd laid your head down to rest some time ago when you felt his hand stir, yours laying on top of it

You shot up, holding yourself still as you watched him wake - groaning as his eyes adjusted and he took in the room

Slowly, they made their way to you, and you both froze

Every cell in your body wanted to throw your arms around him, but you gave him time to take in his new reality

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes"

The laugh that came out turned into a sob as you squeezed his hand

You're patient, spending the next few hours working through his guilt, helping him voice his insecurities, his doubts, his self-hatred, ready to combat each negative notion that dares make itself known

Hours later, you're both sitting in his med bed, leaning against the wall with your head on his shoulder

He has his arm around you, rubbing circles along your arm

After months of explosive run ins and uncertain truths, you bask in the quiet between you both

Whenever the tears escape, he quietly wipes them away, shushing them with soft kisses in your hair

In the night, a quiet confession

"I fought it. Every time I raised my rifle or pistol at you, I fought it. I could feel myself hesitating, yelling at myself in my own head"

You squeeze him tighter to you, nothing to say but letting him know that no matter what he reveals, you only want him closer

He brings you into his lap, legs curled over his, tucking you into his neck

"Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for fighting for me, even when I wouldn't fight for myself"

He places a gentle kiss in your hair before he tucks you further into him, resting his head on yours, letting the peaceful night settle around you both

You were a Jedi shadow in love with a certain captain and who occasionally accompanied the Bad Batch on missions. You were with them on Kaller when Order 66 happened but you got away with Caleb. Once Caleb is safely away from the Empire, you make your next move to get as far away from the Empire as possible

the blaster hole in his pauldron makes me so emotional ok anyway

it would take awhile, weeks even months before the reunion would happen with both of you trying to lay low as long as possible

Rex had the advantage of the Empire thinking him dead, you weren't so lucky

You only used the force once after the events, after you found yourself safely heading towards the outer rim, to reach out and search for Rex's signature

Once you felt it and felt it hadn't changed, unlike the other clones you knew, you immediately cut yourself off from the force going into hiding

It broke your heart cutting yourself off from him, but you knew it wasn't safe for him to be near you - and you still had a lot of questions

Later, settled on a backwater planet far from the Empire's reach and with the galaxy continuing on, you risk a short connection with the force with one thing in mind

You feel him, faintly, but he's still there and he's still your Rex

Months later, one day when you check on him, his signature is the strongest it's been since the war

You're too curious and too lonely, you hold onto it, knowing what you're risking, but follow it through the forest and to the clearing a few kliks from where you've established home

A small, abandoned farm greets you. A ship waits not far from the homestead, and two figures stand just by the porch. He shares the face with millions and is all the way across the clearing, but you'd recognize him anywhere

He's with another clone, and softly you reach out with the force to check their signatures - both unchanged, both not filled with hate and confusion like so many of the other soldiers after the war

It only took two steps into the clearing before you saw him stiffen and whip his head in your direction.

Of course he could sense you without you even opening yourself up to him.

You keep walking. He doesn't take his eyes off of you

Suddenly, like his brain needed a minute to catch up, he breaks into a sprint to you, the clone left behind laughing as he watches the stoic captain appear to finally lose it

You don't see him approach you since tears blocked your vision as soon as you saw him start running

Half attempts to wipe the waterfalls from your cheeks are halted when your feet leave the ground and you're crushed into a hard chest, arms wrapping around you tighter than a force choke

Pulling back, you're both crying and laughing, not fully believing this is actually happening

You try to wipe the tears from his cheeks, he pushes the hair that's fallen in your face away

Words are being whispered, whatever can be kissed is kissed

Eventually, you both manage a deep breath, and Rex brings his forehead to yours

For the first time since the war ended, you feel a calm in the force you never thought possible again

[neomujinjja]

BoyNextDoor Park Dates

Pairing: bf!boynextdoor x gn!reader

Genre: fluff so much fluff

Warnings: n/a

Jaehyun 재현

you guys watch the clouds together

you point out all of the characters and shapes you see to each other

so much giggling (jaehyun is silly)

arguing over how one cloud looks like 2 different things

he is not going down without a fight

jaehyun definitely puts his arm under your head and around your shoulder, with the other arm under his own head

so comfy that he falls asleep at one point

laying your head on his chest>>>

you cover him from the sun when it gets a little brighter

(how you cover him is up to your imagination)

you end up falling asleep too

you wake up to jaehyun playing with your hair

you stretch and almost smack him (that nap was TOO good)

the both of you stay out until it’s starts to rain

he walks you home with his umbrella over the both of you

you stop to splash in puddles together

sweet kisses goodbye 💜 (but not before you send him off with a blanket or an extra hoodie of his that you stole)

rest of the members under the cut!

Sungho 성호

to start off, the both of you go biking together <3

you attempt to ride his bike, but the wheels are too big

you race each other to the park

at the park, y'all have an art date !!!!

either you paint and show each other at the end

or you switch canvases every 30 minutes

mischievously swiping a little paint on each other’s face

soft kisses to get more paint on each other

he brings an extra canvas to make something special together

he tells you to put paint on your hand and you’re like ????? until you Realize and you’re like omg ☺️☺️☺️ that’s so cute 🥰🥰

you pick each other’s fave color and place your hands next to one another’s on the canvas

you make characters out of the handprints

playing on the park equipment while you wait for the canvases to dry

you guys set the canvases in a tree for safe keeping 🤞

he takes tons of photos

and he walks you home after getting lunch together at a local cafe

Riwoo 리우

a walk in the park

it’s the perfect date for him because it’s chill yet romantic

i can see it being either early morning or late at night

you and riwoo shyly hold hands the whole time

walking slowly, savoring every moment together 🥰🥰

he picks flowers in your fave color to tuck behind your ear

okay but putting a flower behind someone’s ear is SO intimate for no reason

gently tucking your hair before he places the flowers behind your ear

staring into each other’s wide eyes and blushing

dancing and being silly along the walking trail

he’d hum music for you which slowly progresses into the two of you singing together

picking more flowers together !!!!

stopping to play at the park before he takes you home

he kisses your cheek before leaving 🥰🩷

Taesan 태산

with taesan it’s just vibes

taesan picks out the music (which you don’t mind because his music taste>>)

you share earphones 🥰

you and taesan feed the ducks that are walking around

looking at the scenery around you and talking

you guys point out little animals that remind you of each other

there's a farmer’s market nearby so you both go

taking your time and stopping when something catches your eye

taesan sticks close to your side, keeping you out of harms way and minimizing the people you bump into

he buys a little something for y'all to snack on

you guys return to the park with fruits from the market

you share them as you lazily swing

(taesan let's you eat the majority)

he plays music on the speaker he brought

you guys play on the swings, the slide, and the spinners

when the fun has to end, he walks you home

he lends you his headphones to show you more music on the way home

at your door, you give him a quick peck on the cheek before putting his headphones on his head and hugging him super tight

he blushes and melts into the hug

(it’ll have him daydreaming the whole way home)

Leehan 이한

a cute picnic date

you know the fruit bowl with gummies and cider?

y'all do that but there's a Lot of gummies

(leehan eats them all)

feeding each other the leftover gummies !!!

the sandwiches are so yummy because leehan made them

after finishing up lunch, i can definitely see him taking you to a nearby river to cool down

you guys lay by the riverbank and watch the fish swim by

he teaches you different kinds of fish that swim by

you splash each other playfully

you guys go up a hill to watch the sunset and enjoy the breeze

you stare at each other for a little because you both think that the other is the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen

i think leehan would definitely tuck your hair behind your ear and smile softly at you

you vent to him while braiding his hair

he listens carefully before giving you advice

you both watch the rest of the sunset and talk about how pretty the colors are (but he thinks you’re prettier)

you exchange a gentle kiss before packing up and walking to your house

when you arrive, he lets you take the rest of the leftovers

he squeezes you tightly and plants a kiss in your hair before going home

Woonhak 운학

if it's after school, y'all do homework together

you help each other out and sometimes share answers

if it's on the weekend, then you play basketball together

y’all play a round of HORSE

maybe 1v1, first to 10

you do not mimic his shots accurately at ALL

but even if you aren't the best player, it's okay

hak just appreciates you being there with him

he loves that you’re taking the time to learn what he enjoys doing

he might even give you some lessons

“this one’s for you!” and he actually makes it because he’s woonhak

once y'all get tired, it's off to the convenience store to get food

so many snacks on top of your favorite ramen

playfully arguing about who pays

you guys share the food, occasionally feeding each other a chip

then you go back to his house to study for the upcoming exam

when he’s done, he starts working on music

he has you sing some things for him to sample

when you guys finish up, he walks you home

when you get to your house, he makes sure to greet your parents

hugs both you and your parents before going back to his house

[starjedi86]

Keep you safe

Summary: Hunter comforts you after a nightmare.

Pairing: Hunter x female reader

Prompt: “Of course I'd keep you safe."

Warnings: Angst but fluff at the end.

Word Count: 1288

Authors Note: Thank you @ghostofskywalker for organizing this exchange!

This is my gift for @frostycatblr-fandom-files for the @cloneficgiftexchange . I hope you enjoy it!

The Marauder cruised through the vast expanse of space, its hull creaking softly as it traveled through hyperspace. Inside, the hum of the engines provided a comforting backdrop to the stillness of the night. All the members of the Bad Batch were fast asleep, having completed one of Cid's missions while simultaneously trying to go unnoticed and hide from the empire.

You lay curled up on the small pillow in your bunk, seeking deep rest after a day filled with both emotion and danger. Hunter, your faithful love and protector, lay beside you, his presence always a source of comfort in the darkness. Despite the dangers that lurked beyond the Marauder's walls, within its confines, you found solace in each other's arms during moments of rest like this one.

As sleep finally enveloped you, you were thrust into a world of darkness and despair: a nightmare born from the depths of your subconscious. You found yourself in a darkened place, escaping from an unseen adversary.

Despite your efforts to run as swiftly as possible, their pursuit grew ever closer, their voices gradually becoming discernible: the Empire had finally tracked you down. Glancing back, you saw your loyal companions running alongside you, particularly Hunter, urging you to hasten your pace. But no matter how swiftly you attempted to move, escape remained elusive.

Suddenly, a misstep sent you tumbling to the ground, vulnerable to the approaching troopers. Desperately, you struggled to break free, only to witness Hunter's capture alongside you, surrounded by overwhelming numbers.

Then, in a cruel twist of fate, the sound of gunfire shattered the night, and you watched in horror as the love of your life fell, grievously wounded and seemingly lifeless. Each image carved itself into your mind with vivid clarity, intensifying the fear that gripped your soul.

Suddenly, you felt someone shaking you urgently and desperately, the images of the nightmare becoming increasingly blurry. With a gasp, you were ripped from the depths of sleep, your heart racing in your chest. Blinking away the remnants of the nightmare, you found yourself staring into Hunter's concerned eyes. His hand kept shaking your arm, trying to rouse you from the terrible dream that had gripped you.

You knew that he had likely heard your murmurs and cries while you slept. After all, his sleep was never deep, and his heightened senses often made him aware of your distress before you were fully awake.

"Cyare, are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft with concern.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze. In that moment you were still reeling from the horrors of the very real nightmare you had experienced.

"Come here," he said, still looking at you with concern but also gently attempting to comfort you.

You automatically moved towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and burying your face in his chest as you cried, seeking solace from the terrors that haunted your mind. Hunter's arms enveloped you, holding you close as he whispered soothing words.

“It was just a dream,” he murmured, his voice always a constant source of comfort that always helped calm you whenever your thoughts spiraled into chaos. "You're safe now, I promise."

Hunter continued to hold you close, his arms a steady anchor amidst the storm of emotions raging within you. You sobbed quietly against his chest, the remnants of the nightmare still lingering in your thoughts.

Gradually, as his reassuring words and comforting presence surrounded you, the tide of fear began to subside, replaced by a sense of security in his embrace.

Minutes passed in silence, broken only by the occasional sniffle as you regained control of your emotions and thoughts. Finally, Hunter gently pulled away from you, his hands cupping your face as he met your gaze with unwavering determination.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress or fear.

You shook your head slightly, unable to find the right words to articulate the horrors that had plagued your dreams. Instead, you offered only a vague description, omitting the details; the mere mention of the Empire was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Hunter listened silently, his expression a mask of worry as he absorbed each word. When you finally fell silent, he squeezed your hand reassuringly and gently caressed your cheek with the other, his voice firm and resolute.

"I won't let anything happen to you," he swore, his voice filled with determination. "You're incredibly important to me, and I'll ensure they never lay a hand on you, I promise."

His unwavering conviction filled you with a sense of reassurance, dispelling the lingering doubts that had clouded your mind. Whenever you were close to him, you felt loved and protected. However, despite his assurances, a lingering fear still gnawed at the edges of your consciousness.

"But what if they find us?" you whispered, fear resurfacing with renewed intensity, tears welling up in your eyes once more. "And if they capture us, or worse..."

Hunter's gaze softened as he wiped away the tears streaming down your cheeks with his thumb. "I won't let that happen, trust me, cyare," he repeated, his voice brimming with determination.

Meeting his gaze, you searched his eyes for any hint of uncertainty. "If anything happened, you’d always protect me, right?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, a tremor of fear still evident in your tone.

"Of course I'd keep you safe," Hunter replied without hesitation, his words a comforting reassurance in the face of uncertainty.

Feeling a rush of gratitude and love for the man who had become your rock in this turbulent galaxy, you threw your arms around him once more, holding him close as if to anchor yourself in his unwavering strength.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the hum of the ship's engines.

Hunter's embrace tightened around you, his voice a soft murmur against your ear. "I love you too, cyare,” he whispered, his words a tender declaration of his affection.

After a few moments, Hunter gently broke the embrace, his gaze meeting yours with concern. "Feeling any better?" he asked softly.

You nodded, offering him a small smile. "Yes, I'm better now," you replied, your voice still laced with traces of emotion.

Returning your smile, Hunter reassured you once more. "I'll always be here to protect you, cyare,” he promised, his words filled with firm resolve. “I'll never let anyone hurt you. Over my dead body"

Feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over you, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He returned the kiss, holding you close in his arms as if to shield you from the galaxy's troubles.

Seconds later, as the kiss broke, you looked up at him, gratitude shining in your eyes. "Thank you, love, for always being there for me," you said softly.

Hunter's expression softened, his love for you evident in every glance he gave you. "There's nothing to thank me for," he replied gently. "I do it because I love you."

A surge of affection flooded your heart at his words. "I love you too," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

With that, you rested your head against Hunter's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek. He tenderly ran his fingers through your hair, a gesture of comfort and reassurance in the quiet refuge of the Marauder.

As you lay there, enveloped in the warmth of his embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had Hunter by your side, you would always find peace, protection and solace in his love.

[thinkingotherwise]

He got me bad bad.

By The Stream

Cidolfus Telamon x reader

The sun was high in the sky and you bathed in its warm rays whenever they peaked through the woods. You were walking across the nearby forest to the Hideaway, which was honestly a little far as it was in the middle of desert-like terrain.

The sound of the water brought you closer to the river that you knew well enough. Anytime you found yourself in the nearby area you visited the river as well. It brought you a moment of comfort and relief. The water was always clear and calm and it felt great to be able to dip in it, especially during mid-day when the sun brought a pleasant warm.

After taking off most of your clothes, leaving only the underwear on, you slowly stepped into the stream. Your things lay on the edge just far enough not to let the water touch them. But you didn't get rid of everything keeping a short sword that was usually strapped to your calf in its place as a precaution. It wasn't needed during all the previous times you frequented the river but you were never too careful.

The river moved around you as you let it embrace your dirty body. You gathered water in your palms before pouring over parts of your skin to clean the sweat from all your marching and fighting Relaxing you let your body soak, feeling more relaxed by the minute, yet your hearing stayed sensitized to anyone approaching. When you didn't catch anything in your nearby area you decided to dip your head in the stream to clean your hair and face as well.

Head deep under the water you hold your breath as hands move to your face and rub on it and then move to brush through your hair. A sudden sound of a branch breaking makes you alert. It wasn't too loud as your sense of hearing was dulled because of the river but you didn't take it lightly and your hand wrapped around the handle of your short sword.

Your head quickly emerged from the water and you wiped your eyes with your free hand before gazing around you. The first thing you noticed was the lack of your things in your previous place making your grip on the weapon tighten. Next, your gaze moved slightly further and you noticed the trail of smoke before meeting the all-too-familiar figure of Cid sitting under the tree.

An irritated sight left your mouth and you let the weapon fall to your side. Your steps lead you through the stream until you stopped in his view. "Cid, give me my clothes back!" Your voice echoed through the calm woods. A small smirk adorned his face as he puffed out the smoke from his cigarette and looked in your direction. "No idea what you mean." He eyed you lazily trying to catch the sight of as much of your body as he could with you standing in the water. "I just came here for a little smoke." You furrowed your brows looking at him unimpressed. "Mhm." You hummed and your gaze moved around until it stoped at the small pile of clothes. "Then what is it on your left?" His gaze was still stuck on you, not really listening to what you just said. "Huh?"

A sigh left your body and you raised your hand to point beside him. "Your left." "Oh, would you look at that? Looks familiar." He voiced as his eyes finally moved from you to look at the clothes he had taken from where you placed them, and kept them by himself. "It definitely does." You said crossing your arms on your chest. "Well then don't let me keep it away from you, you can come and get it." Cid's hand moved gesturing for you to approach him. He didn't really believe that you'd listen to him, but you did, slowly stepping out of the water.

He was surprised to see more and more of your almost naked body the closer you got to him. His mouth opened involuntarily at the sight and his cigarette fell from his lips. He tried to catch it only making it burn his hand and he hissed putting it out on the ground. You stopped beside him and reached for your clothes but when you looked at him you saw his wide eyes staring at you. His gaze was glued to your wet form and the water slowly dripping down your body.

"Oh, sweet Eikons." He breathed totally enchanted by you. His grin grew and his eyes darkened at the seductive display in front of him. "Feels like I'm dreaming." He added sitting up and leaning closer towards you. You huffed at him with a slight chuckle and your hand connected with his face to push him lightly away. "Sod off." You commented teasingly and before your palm left his head he grabbed your wrist.

His fingers caressed your skin once, twice and then he brought it closer to him to place a soft peck at the tip of your fingers. "So hot." Cid muttered against your digits making you freeze as your free hand grabbed your clothes. You tried to hide the full effect he had on you and so you replied with a growing smirk. "Then take a dip it'll cool you." You saw the corner of his lips going up and the next second he pulled on your arm making you fall into his lap. Your wet body pressed against his clothes and his hand sneaked around you landing on your back and moving slowly. "No thanks, I prefer to keep the hot by having you by my side."

[robo-writing]

NSFW Alphabet - Cid Telamon Edition

Pairing: Cidolfus Telamon/Reader Rating: Explicit, 18+, minors DNI Author's Note: There isn't enough about this chain-smoking DILF, and that's just a shame, ain't it? Be the change you want to see in the world fellas.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cidolfus is affectionate both in and out of the bedroom, but especially so after a session of lovemaking. He becomes very vulnerable, so don’t be surprised if he keeps you all to himself after the fact.

He peppers you with kisses, from your neck, to your chest, and back to your lips. It’s almost reverent how he worships you, how he makes you feel alive, seen. 

“Cid, come now, we’ve got to get cleaned up—“ You whine, pushing him away with little success.

He barely acknowledges you, grinning ear to ear as he kisses you slowly, fingertips dancing at your sides. “Let me enjoy myself a bit, it’s not everyday an angel falls into my bed.”

You’re tempted to say something, but his verdant gaze locks you in place, memorizing every inch of your body. 

At this rate you won’t leave the bed until sundown, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everything, he loves everything about you, but he especially loves your hips, how the plush skin curves perfectly in his hands, how they serve as the perfect grip when he wants to bend you over the desk of his solar, and even more so when they fit perfectly against his pelvis when he presses you into the mattress. A close second would be your neck, for the sole reason that you fall to pieces when he places his lips against it, the prettiest noises threatening to spill from your lips.

For himself, he’ll say his voice. He never thought about it much, but after seeing how his words have an effect on you he uses it fully to his advantage.

He walks behind you, one hand on your hip and the other pressed right below your stomach, just shy of what would be appropriate. He slots himself against your backside, enjoying how deliciously you brush against his cock, the thin fabric of your dress just tempting him to lift it.

“How long have you been at those records my dear?” He groans against your neck, voice like gravel. “I’ve hardly seen you all day.”

His presence is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. You bite your lip, silencing yourself when he nibbles at the skin of your throat, smirking. “Cid, please, you know I can’t…”

Your pleas fall on deaf ears, and when he starts to suck a bruise you can barely hold the moan that threatens to spill. “Don’t worry about Otto, I’ll talk to him. For now, let’s take a break in my chambers.”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If you let him finish in your mouth, show him how well behaved you are by opening it and swallowing his spend, it’ll drive him crazy. If you bring your fingers to your mouth to lick off any excess while staring at him, be prepared to not walk straight for the next few days. You look up at him, exhausted but pleased. After catching his breath for a moment Cid’s fingers press against your cheeks, a signal you’re very familiar with. “Open.” Wordlessly, you part your lips to reveal his seed, sat heavy against your tongue. A moment passes, and then he nods, watching transfixed as you swallow, gladly sticking out your tongue as proof. He wipes away a stray drop and you bring the digit to your lips without question, never letting your eyes leave his. A visible shudder runs through his body before he drags you upwards, lips meeting in a searing kiss. “You’ll be the fucking death of me woman.” He groans, before pulling you back in for more.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

In his days of travel he’s been experience to plenty of unique locations and even more unique characters, but some of his more odd encounters have been in pubs, surrounded by men of varying morality simply sharing stories around a cup of ale. He recalls one man sharing the tales of his favorite pleasure girl and the various things they do in the bedroom, and he gave mention of how she tied him up once and let her have his way with him. He never thought about the conversation, but when he met you suddenly his curiosity peaked. 

He’d never say it outwardly, but if you were to bring some rope the next time you had sex, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced, without a doubt. There was a time when his face was known by several women of Waloed who were looking for a good time, even if it wasn’t for a long time. Those days are long behind him, but he’s grateful if only for the fact that he can now use those skills on you. “Didn’t know you were such a charmer Cid.” You taunt playfully, pressed against his side. “Mhm, those days are long past me now. I’d much rather spend my time with a certain someone.” He hums, content to enjoy your company. You smile, asking even though you already know the answer. “Pray tell, who would that someone be?” A kiss is pressed to your forehead, followed by another hum. “Someone very special to me.” 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, Cowgirl, anything where he can see your face. Watching your reaction is half the fun, and he’s a tease, so expect him to embarass you in the best way.

“I love seeing you like this, all pretty on my cock—“ He raises his hips to meet yours, your mind going blank. On instinct you look down, hiding your face until his rough hands hold you by the neck, unyielding even for a second.

“No no no, don’t you dare look away,” He coos softly, almost as if he isn’t keeping you bouncing on his lap. “Keep those pretty eyes on me or I’ll stop, understand?”

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

More on the serious side, but occasionally he’ll crack a joke or two. Don’t expect any humor from him past the foreplay stage though, he’s here for one thing only and he takes your pleasure very seriously.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He tries, but he really couldn’t care about his pube situation. If you mentioned it he’d probably take more care, but he’s lucky enough that it doesn’t grow out into an absolute jungle.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He has his moments, there’s always a hint of love in his actions even if he’s whispering absolute filth into your ear. He really becomes a romantic after the deed is done, as mentioned in the aftercare. He’s also more of a romantic when you two are alone behind closed doors, where no one can see you.

You lie beneath him, rendered breathless as he thrusts into you viciously, every grind of your cock inside you making it that much harder to function. He tears you apart at the seams, exposes you to your very core, and with a gentle press of his palm in your own, puts you back together once more. “You’re so fucking beautiful—” He grunts, the throaty sound of his voice bringing you back to reality, just barely. “So majestic, so perfect. All fucking mine—” And even when tears brim your eyes, when you struggle to keep your sanity under his skillful touch, he grounds you. A hand at your thigh, or a kiss to your lips, he brings you right back, then pushes you over the edge once again with another sharp thrust. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

High sex drive, but usually doesn’t jerk off. He’s often busy with the hideaway, so he tries to focus on something else and deal with it later. Besides, he’d rather wait for you to take care of his needs, it’s more fun that way. On the occasions that it’s just too much to bear he’ll relax in his bed and think of you, ignorant to anything that isn’t him and his dick in his hand. 

You walk to his bedchambers, searching for his opinion on the latest food shipment when you hear a groan in the hallway. When you get closer to his door it gets louder, and the faintest smirk pulls at your features when you recognize where you’ve heard that noise before. Without warning you walk inside, met with an enticing image of your lover sat against the headboard, thrusting into his hand languidly.

Eyes closed and mouth open, he whispers to himself, hints of your name dancing on his tongue with each grunt, just slightly hunched over with need. At the sound of your voice calling for him he turns, unashamed of his display.

His hand doesn’t stop moving as he speaks, licking his lips at the sight of you. “There you are, I was looking for you. Think you could help?”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dominance - Either giving or receiving. He tends to dominate you but as mentioned before, he has no qualms about letting you take the lead.

Orgasm Denial - He’s a tease, it’s almost downright evil. He could sit there for hours just holding you right on the edge just for fun, he likes how high your voice gets when you’re frustrated.

Praise - Cid would sing your praises to the entire hideaway if he could (and he’s tried, only for Lady Charon to “kindly” tell him to shut his trap.)

Facesitting - Please, sit on his face. He’ll damn near cry at the feeling of your thighs on his ears, please do yourself a favor and sit on his face and you won’t regret it. Sloppy eater.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom, or on the desk of the solar. He likes to hear you scream, so anywhere he can be sure you’ll make as much noise as possible is fine with him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Those pretty dresses you wear around the hideaway when you’re not adventuring. You look good in anything but something about a nice dress is so domestic to him, makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s also a bonus that it offers easy access. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything pain-related, or anything that can draw blood. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so any and all weapons are off the table.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He enjoys a nice blowjob as much as the next guy, but he goes feral at the thought of eating you out. If he had his way he’d suffocate himself between your legs and die a happy man. He’ll wring orgasm after orgasm out of you and still not be satisfied, locking his hands together and forcing you still until he's had his fill of you. Tears streak across your face, the pleasure bordering on painful. How many times has he made you come at this point? You’ve lost count after three. Every movement feels strained, your legs have developed a permanent shake, and yet his mouth still moves against your vigorously, no hint of stopping. You beg for him to stop, to let you have a break, but he’s far too engrossed in the taste of you to pay attention. “Please, I need—I can’t—” Words fail you at this point and it hurts to talk, hurts to do much of anything except lie back and let Cid worship your cunt.

“Just one more darling, let me make you feel good.” He gasps against you, barely able to finish a sentence before descending on you again. “One more and I'll stop.” But you know better, because that’s what he said last time. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sensual, with a hint of roughness. He wants to treat you like the princess you are, but he just can’t seem to help himself when you look so damn good underneath him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, more often than not he has to leave for one reason or another, and there just isn't enough time for a full session. He’s sure to make it up to you when he gets back.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Doesn’t mind a bit of experimentation, he’ll try anything once as long as you respect his boundaries.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Have you seen this man fight? He can go on as long as you need to, and oftentimes you have to beg him to stop. Whether he listens or not, however…

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No, and he doesn’t need to. He can do plenty by himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Incredibly unfair, downright evil. The only thing he loves more than his cigars is the sound of his name on your lips.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Deep groans and hushed whispers, tends to talk you through whatever you’re feeling. Gets real loud when he’s about to come, and likes to bury himself further into you when he does.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes when you call him Sir. It started as a joke between you two, calling him the Lord Commander as a joke, which eventually turned into you calling him Sir. He found that he liked it more than he cared to admit, and during a make-out session you actually felt him twitch at the name and made it a point to tease him about it from then on.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6.5 inches, average girth, well-endowed and knows it. Has a vein running along the underside that makes him see stars, but be careful with that information, because Cid likes to return the favor tenfold.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, but he knows the importance of time and place. He isn’t thinking about it 24/7 but it's fairly obvious when he’s eyeing you from across the Hideaway that he isn't exactly thinking the most tame things about you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quick at all, he enjoys the quiet time between you two after having sex, tracing every line and curve of your body slowly, taking his time with you. Need water, clean up, conversation? He’s down for it all. He does find it easier to fall asleep with you in his arms.

[littlemissmanga]

So for those writing prompts,,, maybe a tech x reader just because all of these scream tech to me? But obviously if you take this prompt, no pressure to include all of them!!

someone's hair ending up getting caught in the other's glasses/jewelry

maybe one is awkward enough to the point where they're like "what the hell do i do with my hands?!"

that panic beforehand while trying to figure out if they're really leaning in for a kiss or not.

Hello friend! You're absolutely right, all three do fit together really well. It took a little reorganizing to get them to line up in a reasonable way, but I think I got it in the end :)

I hope you enjoy! (And thank you for helping me get out of my writer's block!!)

First Kiss Prompts

A Little Awkward Never Killed Nobody

Pairing: Tech x gn: Reader (Note: Reader has hair long enough to get snagged on Tech's goggles, but that is the only note re: their appearance)

Warnings: Nothing but good ol' first kiss awkwardness.

W/C: 1,596

Dividers by @saradika

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It wasn’t your first choice of hiding spot. Then again, if you had the choice at all, you wouldn’t have taken this latest mission from Cid. But wishful thinking didn’t change the fact that you were stuck in what had to be the smallest closet in the galaxy. Barely large enough to fit one average-sized humanoid comfortably, the space in question struggled to contain both you and Tech.

You were pressed firmly against his front, unable to move from the way you awkwardly landed on him when he first pulled you in, desperate to escape notice from the Empire’s sentries. But in the heavy moments since, all you could think about was the awkward angle of your arms, trapped between your chest and his, resting on his chestplate.

Well, no, that wasn’t quite true. There was one other thought, one observation you were struggling not to analyze too heavily — his own hands were holding your waist and lower back. And rather firmly considering you were no longer at risk of losing your balance. And hells if it wasn’t more delicious and indulgent than you had imagined.

And that was the problem. Imagining in the safety of your own bunk, after the others had fallen asleep, was one thing. Imagining what could come next when you were actually in Tech’s arms, when you may be deluded enough to finally act on your barely contained crush was pushing dangerously close to the line you’ve drawn for yourself.

You were unwilling to risk your friendship with him just to pursue a crush. And even if you were … you wouldn’t risk it in a storage closet in an Imperial facility.

So the moment you heard the footsteps outside fade away, you turned to open the door, only to be pulled back, Tech’s hands tightening their hold on you.

“Not yet.” His whisper was barely audible, though he didn’t really give you a choice whether to comply. “They could double back. We should wait to be sure.”

You give a small nod, your chin brushing against the hard plastoid of his armor, your arms still awkwardly framing your head. In all your daydreaming, you never pictured such an awkward situation. What the hell do I do with my hands?

You tried adjusting as subtly as you could, not wanting to draw attention. But there was only so much you could do in the limited space without bumping into and brushing against Tech.

His hold tightened again. “Please don’t move,” he said, the hiss in his whisper betraying more tension than before.

Stilling instantly, you breathed a small, “Sorry.”   

A shake of his head brushed off your apology. He opened his mouth, but when Tech looked down at you, whatever he was going to say faded away. Instead, he just looked at you with an intensity you only saw him give the most challenging puzzles, his stare unfiltered by his helmet, which rested just by your feet.

His hand drifted higher, moving slow and firm from your lower back to settle just between your shoulder blades before pressing against you and pushing you even closer to him. You couldn’t stop the way your lips parted in response, sucking in as much air as possible after the gesture robbed you of yours.

All the while, your eyes never left his.

His gaze was heavy, and now you knew that the weight of every thought you left unsaid was only part of the equation. Tech was never one to lose his words. And yet here he was, his lips parting and resealing over and over as his eyes combed over your face.

Slowly, so painfully slowly you weren’t sure if he was really moving at first, Tech leaned down. Each inch he took speeding the frantic pace of your heart, still unsure and unwilling to believe this was happening. There’s only one reason your mind could conceive that would have Tech invading your personal space even more than situationally necessary.

But doubt still plagued you. This was Tech — unshakable, measured, straightforward and so damn intelligent he bordered on ineffable. All traits you loved about him but that made believing he could be doing something as frivolous and unexpected as kiss you, especially right now, even harder.

You were at a precipice, and your body was crumbling under the weight of the unknown. Heart racing, clammy palms sticking against his armor. All your focus was on Tech’s face … and on trying to even your ragged breaths.

Finally, Tech moved close enough to rest against you. And it was as if a switch had flipped. The press of his forehead against yours grounded you, and you indulged in the warmth of his breath against your face.

“My apologies. I —”

As much as you loved the low scrape of Tech’s voice as he struggled to form his own words, you cut him off with the press of your finger against his mouth, knowing if you didn’t act now, you may not get the courage later.

Any thought of the sentries, of the mission, heck of the others at all, vacated your mind. You leaned forward even more, lifting up to the tips of your toes, broadcasting your intentions as loudly as you could in the quiet. A shiver ran through you as you saw Tech’s eyes widen and darken.

His lips were almost on yours, so close you could practically taste him. You shut your eyes, body almost vibrating in anticipation …

… before the static crackle of your comm made you jump and bump your head uncomfortably against Tech’s.

“Sentries have been recalled to the northern entrance. Rendezvous to the south, 1.5 klicks.” Hunter’s voice comes through sharp as the order to retreat, and it’s like a wave of cold water to your system.

And as the heat left your body, anxiety was at the ready to slip into place, heavy as a stone in your stomach.

You lifted your arm to rub at the sore spot on your temple, grateful for the excuse to focus on something other than Tech, other than your current situation made more awkward by your advances.

It was only then you noticed a few strands of hair are sticking out, taught and pointing straight ahead … at a rivet in Tech’s goggles.

Oh no.

Before you manage to say anything, Tech moved to grab his helmet off the floor, instantly lighting up the sore spit and pulling you with him.

“Stop – AH! – Stop moving, Tech. I think I’m stuck,” you whispered louder than you intended, desperately grabbing at him to pull him back up.

“Stuck? I do not see …”

It was then he realized your hand pressed against your head, desperately trying to create some slack on your hair. “Ah, yes. Now I see.”

“I can untangle it. Just give me a sec,” you insisted, reaching up to peel your hair out of the metal when Tech stopped you.

“Here. It’ll be more efficient this way.” And as if it were the most natural thing, he handed you his goggles.

You felt them in your palm, warm from proximity to his skin. Your inner voice of reason was screaming that you don’t have the time … but you didn’t listen, unable to stop yourself from taking in the sight of Tech’s face unencumbered by his ever-present goggles.

“Problem?” he asked, raising a brow at you before flicking his gaze to your palm and back again.

“N-No, no problem.” Hastily, you tugged at the strands, not caring if they broke where they were snagged. Once free, you carefully pulled the remnants out and offered the goggles back to their owner. “Just … never thought I’d see you without these.”

You could feel your face heating up, even more so once Tech’s vision was restored, worried he could see. Whatever confidence you found a bit ago was gone, as was the intimate moment. Probably for the best. So, you turned to make your way out of the closet, set on getting to that rendezvous point without further embarrassment … only to be stopped yet again by Tech’s hand around you.

“And?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, which deepened when Tech moved even closer.

“What do you think of the sight?”

Two heartbeats. That was how long it took you to decide, to seize the moment he was offering. Your hands slid up, over his shoulders to pull yourself more surely against him, biting your lip slightly as you felt him respond in kind, his hand moving up to gently cup the back of your head. He pulled you to him but stopped just shy of your goal.

You surged forward, closing the space definitively and sighing at the delightful press of his lips against yours. His arms tightened around you almost instantly, and Tech deepened the kiss without hesitation or restraint as his tongue danced along yours and stole your breath.

Much too soon for your liking, he pulled back. “I am afraid we are rather out of time for our present activities.” If you didn’t have your chest pressed to his, you’d never have known how labored his breathing was. The knowledge sunk deep, warming you from your core and spurring you on.

Tilting your chin, you gained just enough room to speak against his mouth. “Don’t apologize. You can make up for the interruption later.”

A shiver ran through you at the feel of Tech’s smile against your own. And for what you believe was the very first time, he didn’t answer you in words.

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[wanderer-six]

Strength and Softness

(BAD BATCH S2 FINALE SPOILERS!!)

AN:  my poor baby needs love and I think we all need love QQ pls enjoy ♥

Relationships: Wrecker x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and the others have reached your lowest low. The weight of all that has developed bears heavily on all of you, but on Wrecker, even more. You hope to reassure him with all the love you can give.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.1k

It all happened so fast.

Just hours ago, you had been on Pabu. Just hours ago, you had been basking in the setting sun, feeling content in a way you hadn’t in months. You’d had your family—even Echo had returned. You’d had the promise of a future far from war.

Just hours ago, you’d had everything you’d ever wanted. And in an instant, it disappeared.

Though the Marauder’s engines struggled loudly against the vacuum of space, its hold had never fallen so quiet. Four of you remained now, and plenty waited to be said. But none of you could say a word—too mournful of the voices that could no longer respond.

Eventually, Hunter and Echo managed to speak to one another, distracting themselves with plans for what to do next. What little you could bring yourself to pay attention to sounded half-hearted at best. And while you wished you could help, something else nagged at your mind… that ‘something’ being the big, lovable clone whose typical exuberance was nowhere to be found.

Glancing toward the gunner’s chair, you saw the shadow of his hulking frame against the blue glow of hyperspace. He hadn’t budged from that spot since a short while after leaving Ord Mantell. In his hands, he clutched his Lula doll, his weary eyes glued to her. Every now and then, he’d raise the back of his hand to wipe his eyes.

Your chest ached. Though you all had much to grieve for, Wrecker’s big heart seemed to weigh heavier than all of yours combined. The poor thing felt so deeply, and while you loved that about him, you knew it had to make moments like this hurt even more than their already excruciating pain.

But while what you had all endured left you broken and bruised, you thanked the stars that you still had each other—and you would make sure he knew he still had you.

Quietly, you rose from your seat on the floor of the Marauder’s cockpit, walking to the back of the ship and ascending the small ladder into the gunner’s mount. With a gentle hand on Wrecker’s shoulder, you took a seat on his lap. He didn’t hesitate for a moment, his big arms draping around you like a protective blanket as they pulled you against his chest. Pained though he was, you could feel his heartbeat steady with you so close. He drew a long sigh; when you glanced up at him, you could see his eyes had pinched shut, brows furrowed as his trembling fingers raked through your hair.

With a sad smile, you whispered, “Hey, you.”

Despite his pain, he still managed to find a little smile to match yours, warming your heart.

“Hey, you…” he answered. His smile fell soon after, and his lips grazed the top of your head in a chaste kiss. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Wrecker…” you cooed, nuzzling your head as gently into your neck as you could without disturbing the brace he wore. You rested your hand on his cheek, heart aching when he leaned into your touch. “What are you sorry for, sweetheart?”

Wrecker thought for a moment, his sweet eyes looking out the Marauder’s rear window. Eventually, he sighed, shrugging a shoulder.

“I… I don’t know,” he murmured. “I guess ‘cause… I should be helping you three come up with a plan. I’m not doing anyone any good by just moping around.”

The way he stared at nothing, reluctant to meet your gaze, told you without words that he felt the need to apologize for more than just that. In his eyes, the loss of his siblings was his failure alone. He hadn’t been strong enough to save Tech aboard the railcar, and he hadn’t been strong enough to face the commandos who barged into Cid’s looking for Omega. Every step he took from then on would carry that weight on his shoulders. But you were not about to let him carry it alone.

“Wrecker, sweetheart,” you whispered. “Look at me… okay?”

Gently, your hand directed him to face you, and the sorriest eyes you’ve ever seen looked into yours. As soon as he met your gaze, more tears dampened his cheeks. You could hardly bear the sight, cooing his name again as you kissed away his tears.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you promised. “None of us could have done anything different. It’s not your fault, sweetheart…”

Wrecker’s frame trembled beneath you. His face burned red, and he pinched his nose with a frustrated pout.

“I… I could’ve done more,” he grumbled. Stray tears turned to crying once again, and he shook his head. “I could’ve held onto the railcar… I-I could’ve knocked out every one of those regs at Cid’s! I could’ve…”

You placed both hands on the sides of Wrecker’s face now, leaning your forehead against him and shushing him in a soothing tone. With a gentle kiss on Wrecker’s lips, his frustration with himself faded away. Shakily, he sat Lula in your lap, before clutching you soundly against him and weeping into your hair. You held him just as close, fingers trailing along his scalp as your stray tears spilled onto his plastoid armor.

“Wrecker… it’s okay, love,” you reassured him, dotting kiss after kiss along his jaw. “It wasn’t your fault. None of it was.”

He pulled away from you just slightly, if only to look at you again. As his glassy eyes looked you over, he drew a shaky breath. One of his hands sat on your cheek, before he met you in a deep, loving kiss. His lips quivered on yours, still weak from crying, but he had never been so intent to express his love for you. You, of course, were happy to show him your love right back.

When your lips broke from his, he sighed, his forehead coming to rest on yours again. Excepting the occasional hiccup brought on by his tears, his breathing had steadied considerably, and the tension he’d held in his shoulders had dissipated.

“I love you,” he breathed, closing his eyes softly. “I love you so much. I…” he swallowed hard, before whispering, “I’m glad you’re still here.”

Smiling softly, you bumped your nose against Wrecker’s affectionately.

“I love you more, handsome,” you hummed.

You lifted Lula off your lap, placing her into one of Wrecker’s hands. When he met you with upturned brows, you smiled sadly.

“We’ll get her back. I promise.”

Wrecker’s eyes softened on you. Though a few more stray tears escaped him, he nodded, filled with renewed confidence. Still, he didn’t let you go—not that you wanted him to. For now, he could hold you as long as he liked. If being in his arms was enough to shed the weight of his doubts, then in his arms you would remain.

“Yeah… we’ll get her back.”

You were glad he was still here, too. More than you could ever say.

AN: MY BABY kfldhgkls he was so so sweet and sad and sweet in the last episode I just wanted to give him a big hug and love him to bits ahhhh TAKE CARE OF HIM WRECKER WIVES and thank you as always for reading!!✨✨

[dalmascan-requiem]

Lente's Hymn: Resistance - Chapter 6

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Perhaps it takes one to know one, or perhaps someone just needs to state the obvious.

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Lord, someone get through to my idiot boys, please

Also Cid totally did this to Nero and he's a bit like "oh gods I'm not letting this happen again", this is a CidxNero divorced dads household

"You've been around camp for a while now. What happened?"

Laurent looked up from cleaning his gunblade, and tsked at the Garlean staring down at him. "You. What do you want?"

"I have a name, you know–"

"I didn't ask for it."

"Well, you're certainly agreeable company, aren't you?"

Laurent frowns as he sets down a few gears in a huff. "What do I need to do for you to leave me alone, Cid?"

"Oh, so you do know my name! I'm touched." Cid sat across from Laurent, an obnoxiously bright smile on his face. Hells, what is with this man?

"You're in a good mood for someone whose pupil has been abducted."

Cid's smile falters slightly. "You can be as rude as you want, I'm not leaving until we chat."

There's only one reason he'd be so interested in me, of all people… Laurent glares at Cid for a moment longer, before sighing and wiping the grease off his hands. "...Fine. Not as if I'm doing anything else."

Cid nods, then turns away slightly, staring at a spot on a tent. "No one knows anything about Kris. It's always been more than being a private person–if anyone tried to ask about him, he'd always steer the conversation elsewhere. Or just silently glared until they went away. I wonder where he learned that from…"

Laurent rolls his eyes, and Cid chuckles before continuing. "I… know a bit more about Kris, though it wasn't on purpose. When Livia Junius came to Eorzea–"

"Livia? The Witch of Dalmasca?" Laurent doesn't raise his voice, but anger is writ plain on his face.

Cid nods gravely. "When she came to Eorzea… she captured the leaders of the Scions… and killed the rest. Kris was away on a mission when the attack happened, but when he returned…" He shook his head. "Eventually, the two fought as Eorzea pushed against the Garleans. When he confronted her, Kris had forgotten about our linkpearl, and mentioned the Barheim Incident and the comrades he lost…"

"...She's dead, then?"

"Yes. Good riddance." Cid gives a frustrated wave before continuing. "Anyway, he asked me not to tell anyone about him being Dalmascan, and I'm no fool–I wasn't about to face the wrath of the Warrior of Light by sharing an easily kept secret.

"But I felt for Kris. It was clear this whole business of saving the world weighed heavily on him. Nor did it help when the Eorzean Alliance turned against him, and he saw more of his allies killed. Those grieving are quick to point fingers at the person they think should have stopped it…" 

Cid frowned, though there was a hint of sadness to it. "I tried to offer what support I could, not only on the behalf of the Ironworks but… well, as a friend. He was always reluctant to take the latter, though."

Laurent sighs softly, crossing his arms. Eir, you've gotten stronger… you pretended not to care, but you always tried to protect those you cared about. But you always took it so hard when you couldn't. It's little wonder then… He thought back to their reunion, and how Kris said the lies were to protect Laurent–and remembered the pain he failed to hide in his eyes, the pain he ignored when swept up in his own emotions.

"Why do you think you're here?" Cid's pointed question brought Laurent out of his ruminations. "Here at camp, cleaning your gunblade and counting inventory instead of being on the frontlines? You're clearly capable of holding your own out there."

Laurent knitted his brow. "I thought he was upset I didn't make it in time to save Mikoto…"

"Well, Kris was upset, but not at you. He blames himself. He always does." Cid's expression is a mix of sadness and exasperation. "He just doesn't want the same to happen to you. He doesn't want to see you hurt."

Laurent looks at Cid and gives a frustrated sigh. "I understand, I do, but–"

"Would you have done anything different?"

"...What?" 

"If it were Kris that was at risk of being hurt, and you had the power to stop it, even if it meant leaving him or making him hate you… Would you do it?"

Laurent's eyes widen and he quickly breaks Cid's gaze. Would I…? I already did… at the village… He clutched at a crossed arm with his hand, staring at the rings on his fingers.

"Seems I've hit a pain point. I won't pry." 

Gods, this man, he's so strange… Why does he care so much? "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because I had some similar issues, and the two of you are idiots that'll never talk to each other. I'm just pushing things along so I don't have to keep watching you two squabble. It's annoying." 

Laurent almost snaps back at the Garlean, but stops and chuckles instead. He sounds just like Gemna used to. She wasn't wrong…

Cid raises an eyebrow. "Not quite the reaction I expected from you."

"Ah, it's just… you reminded me of someone. My old mentor." Laurent shakes his head, then picks up one of the gunblade's gears again, wiping it carefully with a cloth. "...Thank you, for caring about Kris."

"That's what friends are for, are they not?" Cid looks at Laurent through the side of his eye. "Even ones that are incredibly rude whenever you talk to them."

Laurent rolled his eyes as he began cleaning another gear. "You're the one that bothered me."

"...How in the hells anyone puts up with you is a mystery–"

A sudden commotion cuts Cid's retort off, and they both look towards the soldiers rushing past. Strange, what's happening? It can't be an attack, it's too calm…

"Best see what's happening this time." Cid stands up, stretching his back as he looks back at Laurent. "You coming?"

"I suppose I must." Looking at the disassembled gunblade with annoyance, he stands up and heads to the command tent.

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"Settle down, everyone!"

Kris cast tired eyes over the gaggle of soldiers at the command tent. Word spreads fast… He could hear some of them talking about how the 'southern front is won' and how it was 'time to retake the Castrum'. It's about time, really.

These past few weeks have been a blur for the Warrior of Light. The battles were nigh neverending, but he managed to carve a path through the Garlean forces and secured a route to Castrum Lacus Litore. We'll be there soon, Mikoto. Just hang on a little longer.

Something catches Kris's eye, and he turns his gaze to spot fuchsia eyes staring at him from the crowd… and a mess of silver hair right next to him. Godsdamnit Cid, what did you do this time?

"Alright, listen up!" Bajsaljen's voice cuts through the chattering, and the soldiers fall silent to listen to their leader. "It was hard-fought, but the time has finally come–it's time to drive the Garleans out of the Alermuc Fortress and free the Southern Front from their tyranny!"

Kris keeps a straight face as cheer rings out from the crowd. Hard-fought for who, exactly…?

"Tomorrow, at dawn, we lay siege to the castrum. Make your preparations now, and get some rest. Dismissed."

The soldiers quickly disperse, eager to prepare for the assault. Kris sighs. I can't shake this exhaustion, but soon… Once Mikoto's safe, he'll rest. Surely, the Resistance can keep it together a day or two without him. First, though…

He quickly scans the crowd again, and spotting Laurent, he works his way around the soldiers to him. "Blade Elja."

"I–Yes?" Laurent quickly turns around and fails to meet Kris's gaze. Huh, what's with him? No matter…

"Have you rested enough? I'll need you when we march on the Castrum tomorrow."

"...I see. I'm useful now, am I? I'm shocked you're not asking me to defend the camp instead."

"I never said you weren't useful. I only said I needed you to rest."

Laurent doesn't bother to hide his frustration. "Fine. Yes, I'm well-rested. I'll make sure no Garlean stabs you in the back tomorrow."

"You needn't be so testy." I'm far too tired for this… "I'll see you at dawn, then." Kris turns around and makes for his tent before the other Viera could respond.

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Cid watches the two talk from a short distance away. He cannot hear their words, but their body language clearly indicates that their conversation isn't pleasant.

Gods… they really are idiots…

[jedipoodoo]

just imagine it (Wrecker x Reader)

I've had these in my drafts for a year and I'm just now getting to them with three hours until midnight. Happy New Year and happy season two, everyone!

Notes: No warnings, just fluff, New Year's Kiss 😘

Cid's Parlor was loud and boisterous, due in most part to the gentle giant covered in confetti. He wore a cheap cardboard party hat cut in the shape of a crown, matching your party hat. You blushed as he smiled at you from across the room.

You'd barely put down your glass of cider when he made his way across the parlor to stand next to you.

"You havin' fun?" He grinned.

"Lots!" You said.

"Huh?" He yelled back over the sound of the music Omega had picked.

He pulled you over into a quieter corner by the stairs, further from the cocophany of music and celebrations from your friends. Hunter had just enough alcohol to keep him from getting overwhelmed, and Echo could adjust the volume on his headset as Omega swung him around the small dance floor that had been created by pushing the tables to the side.

"I am having fun, thanks for asking," You smiled breathlessly up at Wrecker.

"Good," He beamed back at you and held out a hand, "Dance with me?"

Thrill rushed through your nerves as you took his hand. Wrecker pulled you onto the dance floor with Echo and Omega, spinning you around and holding your hand. Dancing with Wrecker felt like flying. For all his muscles, he had a gentle touch that felt safe, and sent little shocks of electricity bursting across your skin wherever he touched.

After a couple of dances, Wrecker grabbed a couple drinks and brought you over to your quiet corner again.

"So, you made any New Year's Resolutions?" He asked.

"Well, to not getting my butt kicked on missions is a pretty big one," You laughed nervously.

"And you're getting better at it!" Wrecker's compliment went straight to your cheeks, and you nearly choked on your sparkling cider.

"Th-thanks," you stammered.

"No problem! I'm always here to help if you want help training and working out," He winked and toasted you with his glass of cider, and you returned the gesture.

"What about you, any resolutions yet?"

Wrecker set his glass down, running his finger through the condensation that gathered on the side. "Well, I wanna work at being more brave."

"Brave?" You asked in disbelief. You knew that Wrecker was afraid of heights, but it was hard to think of him not being brave.

"I can take on the biggest clankers, and make it out of the biggest explosions, but I have a hard time with being brave to people. I let other people walk over me and ignore me too much, comes from being in a batch like mine, I think."

You placed your hand on top of his, "Do I ignore you?"

Wrecker took a moment to respond. You caught him staring at your hands before he shook his head emphatically.

"N-no! You're amazing!" He insisted, "I chose this resolution because you're always sticking up for me. Not just to people like Cid, but even with my brothers when they get a little snarky."

Your face was hot again.

"I-I'm glad," You said quietly. Your hand squeezed around his, you had completely forgotten you were still holding it.

Wrecker squeezed back, "But there is something I wanna say to you, something else I want to be brave about."

You looked up at him with wide eyes. His own golden eyes sparkled with joy rather than mirth.

"I'm in love with you. I think you're incredible and I would love it if you would go on a date with me."

You blinked, certain that you had misheard him.

Wrecker frowned, fidgeting in a seat that was too small for him.

"Was...was that okay? Echo helped me figure out what to say, I've never done this before. Did I make you uncomfortable?"

You shook your head. "You...you're in love with me?" You finally managed to make your mouth form the words.

"I've been tryin' to show you how I felt for months, but I guess I'm not too good at it, huh?" Wrecker glanced down at the floor, shyly rubbing his arm.

Your mouth opened, but no words came out, all you could do was stare at him.

Wrecker was in love with you?

You wanted to grab his hand again, make him pinch you to convince you that this wasn't a dream, but you couldn't reach him.

"Wrecker, I would really like that."

"Can you say that again?" Wrecker asked, leaning forward with his good ear toward you.

"I like you too!" You tried to yell, but the others began to shout in earnest as they began to count down to the new year.

"What?"

You grunted in frustration and grabbed both sides of his face, turning him towards you.

"I love you too!"

To make sure that the point hit home this time, you pressed your lips to his. It was quick, you didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but it was New Years and now that you knew you'd spent the last few months completely oblivious to Wrecker's romantic advances, you had to make up for lost time.

As you leaned back, Wrecker placed a hand on your back, keeping you from going too far. His forehead rested against yours and he cradled your chin in his hand.

You couldn't hear what he said as Omega continued to scream to welcome the new year, but you felt his words against your lips as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Happy New Year."

Like Wrecker, the kiss was strong, but warm and gentle all the same. He didn't push, rather cradled you in his arms like you were something precious. You reached across the table, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to try and convey how much you trusted him.

"Hey lovebirds! Not in the bar! You'll scare off customers!" Cid whacked the both of you with her staff, but Wrecker shielded you with his arm. He winked at you as Cid walked away, his paper crown knocked askew.

Omega and his brothers were looking at you, half in confusion, half with grins of mischief.

You offered a weak grin as Wrecker wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"Happy New Year!"

[equinoxbloom]

Wandering Vessel

[XIV Write 2024 | Day 1 | Steer]

The night chill was biting as they cut silently through the dark sky, and Cid Garlond was certain he knew the sounds of the ship better than his own name. They had only just been reunited - he and the ship and his name. His gaze trailed over the familiar rigging to the small shape leaned half into the evening abyss off starboard. He sucked in a breath to call out to her and say something about her safety, precariously reaching for the clouds as she was.

And then he recalled the way she’d carved a path through the Vigil, herself and not herself at once, familiar and unrecognizable and awful. He had not often felt he’d glimpsed the nature of the divine. He was certain of that much, even as the fog suffusing his memories still lingered. And that they’d gone through such pains to recover his airship to deliver her to the Lady of the Vortex. He held his tongue. She could not fly, but it felt unreasonable to admonish her for her lackadaisical hold on the rail. 

He passed the handles of the wheel between his palms and they fit with a surety that comforted him.

The aether-soaked breeze tangled through her hair and the slow creaking of the airship’s revived mechanisms faded into the thrum of the clouds and the stars like music in her ears. She could feel Marques’s - rather, Cid’s, attention lingering on her. Was he worried?  She kicked her feet back down onto the deck and pushed back from the rail. He should not. Not for her, when she’d walked away where others had not, again and again. As if the gods of this place demanded it.

She curled her fingers, pointed nails digging into her palm. Noraxia’s tiny body in her hands. The smell of blood she knew. She’d buried too many parts of herself in the Lichyard too recently. Parts she hadn’t realized had become her own at all until they’d been laid out in neat rows on the ground, or disappeared.

Cid had been wandering his own thoughts and bridged the silence between them at last. “You…” he began, brow furrowed, searching the tangle of his resurfacing past. “You remind me of them,” he said. She hugged her arms around her shoulders and crept closer to him, glancing back at the sleeping curl of their young companion near the prow.

“Them?” she didn’t need to ask.

“The Warriors of Light,” he said.

“I am no warrior,”

“Your light,” he said with a wry smile. She winced.

“I wasn’t there,” she said. He nodded.

“I know. I think,” he said. “But all the same,” he stared past her, gaze trained as if he could see their course charted plainly ahead. He guided the Enterprise with a steady hand. Natural as breathing, in so much as breathing was natural until it wasn’t. She’d wondered briefly if Isgebind would do what Ifrit hadn’t, and Titan, and the Empire itself. A fleeting thought suspended in the moment the beast had roused with an unnatural roil in its aether. 

Alphinaud had been so quick to leave her to face those wicked teeth, and the rime, alone. Unwavering purpose, or juvenile confidence, or -

There had been faces at the Waking Sands she’d recognized with names she’d not learned. She’d carried them, woven her aether around their empty bodies to complete the task, and prayed to gods that weren’t her own in their honor. Perhaps there was a winged beast that would descend on the Vigil and offer the same to the wyverns she’d left in their wake. 

She twisted a strand of her dark hair around her finger, turning away to follow the path Cid’s eyes held. Had she ever set her own course, seen it tethered to some far horizon? She shivered. It hadn’t seemed like it mattered; she had been born into a bird cage of faith and expectation. She had always been chosen; crossing the sea had simply given it a different name.

“I find your Warriors of Light tragic,” she said after a long moment. The burden of being chosen was the sacrifice of choice; and choice was a  desire that had only just sparkled distantly in her periphery. An incubating sense that had been brought forth stillborn in blood on stone. In Thanalan. In Coerthas. She felt herself leaning into the skeletal support of her new menagerie. To steer her own course might be the height of hubris. Her gaze traveled back to Alphinaud’s sleeping form. “There’s peace and terror in giving yourself over to others. They take and take the things only you can give,” she turned back to Cid. 

The Garlean genius Eorzea had been happy to consume; pulled back between her teeth again before he’d reclaimed himself. But he held the handles of the wheel like he’d been given back a limb he’d lost and those blue eyes were unwavering. He smiled gently. “But you give yourself today,” he said, “and you will decide if you want to give yourself tomorrow. You needn’t be certain what the answer will be. You needn’t be certain that you can.”

She sighed as a sudden and deep exhaustion worming its way into her bones. Cid had stepped so easily back into certainty. She didn’t want to tell him she lacked the same fortitude; that it was easier to break herself on the altar of self-imposed duty. “You should rest,” he said. She nodded. Found a place to settle against the hull and carefully tucked away the violence that might have become her steadiest companion. Closed her eyes and let the fatigue permeate her body. Because he’d told her to. Because she could repent for the sneaking desire to forget the faces of the dead in her dreams, where they called her name again and again.

[wild-karrde]

Hi! For your 400 follower celebration, could I request a ficlet with Wrecker and “I forgave you a long time ago .” I hope you are feeling better soon. The family and I have been sick since Thanksgiving! Bleh.

HELLO DEAR FRIEND! I am finally testing negative and I hope you and the family are feeling better! I gave myself ALL THE FEELS with this one (and also wrote a scene/interaction I wish we'd seen in S1). I hope you like it!!!

Rating: T (mention of injury)

Wrecker’s eyes drifted back to the closed curtain at the rear of the ship, wondering for the hundredth time if he should go and talk to the young occupant hiding inside. It had been a few rotations since Bracca, since they’d saved her from the bounty hunters, but Omega had still largely been keeping them all at a distance, and Wrecker couldn’t help but feel like it was him. 

He’d never forget the way she’d looked at him while he was under the chip’s control. 

She’s already been through so much, and she thought I was gonna hurt her. 

She’d begged and pleaded with him, telling him that she knew it wasn’t him, but still, he’d almost killed her. Even now, just remembering the tension in his trigger finger at that moment made him nauseous and brought tears leaping to his eyes, and he wiped at them hurriedly. 

The others were off at Cid’s for a resupply, and he’d been left to reorganize the weaponry that Tech had been nagging him about for weeks. Omega had begged off, saying she was tired, and he hadn’t pushed her on it, instead giving her the space he thought she needed. 

I hope one day she forgives me.

A flash of red, white, and black caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, and he hummed when he spotted Lula poking up among the crates he was sorting. Wrecker leaned forward, carefully tugging her free and staring down at the toy in his hands before allowing his gaze to drift back to the closed curtain. After a few moments, he made a decision, pushing himself to his feet and walking towards Omega’s ‘room’, clutching Lula in one hand. 

Balling up his fist, he softly knocked against the ship’s hull. The curtain tugged open, and the same amber eyes he and his brothers shared stared back at him from beneath a mop of blonde hair. 

“What is it, Wrecker?”

Words failed him for a moment, so instead he handed her Lula as he struggled to find what he wanted to say. Omega’s eyes widened for a second, before she took the doll, clutching it to her chest. 

“Thanks.”

Wrecker nodded. 

“Was… was there something else?” 

Wrecker floundered. “I… I hope she makes you feel more safe. I know you… I know that’s been hard lately.”

Omega gave him a small smile. “I’ve got you, Wrecker. You make me feel safe.” 

The words brought an unexpected surge of emotion out of the large clone, and Wrecker had to chew on his lip to hide the tremble it caused. 

“Don’t know how you feel safe around me after what I did,” he rasped, his voice cracking. “I-I-I see how you want to be away from me, and I get it. I just hope one day you’ll feel like forgivin’ me. That’s all. I’m sorry.” 

Omega scooted to the edge of the gunner's nest, her legs dangling over the edge as she reached out to cup Wrecker’s cheeks. “Oh, Wrecker. I forgave you a long time ago. Right after it happened. I know that wasn’t you. I told you that.”

Wrecker couldn’t stop the tear that slipped from his blind eye. “But… but you’re stayin’ away. You stay up here. Away from me.” 

Omega’s eyes were suddenly glossy. “That’s not because of you,” she whispered. “I feel like… like I’m the danger.”

Wrecker’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

Omega sniffled, hugging Lula a little tighter. “I-I can’t stop seeing Hunter just lying on the ground after… And what if they come back? Then what if it’s you or Tech or Echo? And it’s because of me?” Omega’s speech was accelerating as tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks. “What if one of you gets hurt again, or worse, or-”

Wrecker stepped forward, scooping her into his arms and holding her to his chest, cradling the back of her head as he rocked her. “Shhhh, ‘Mega. You’re alright. It’s alright.” The younger clone’s sobs slowed, shifting to hiccups as she shuddered in Wrecker’s arms, gripping the fabric of his undersuit tightly. Wrecker rested his head against hers, trying to stifle his own tears as he realized she didn’t fear him, but found comfort in his embrace. Carefully, he leaned against one of the Marauder’s bulkheads, lowering himself to the floor and sitting Omega on his lap. She remained curled into his chest, and when her breathing finally slowed, he lifted her to her feet so that she was facing him. He rested his massive hands on her shoulders, but she stared at the floor. 

“Now you listen to me, and you listen good. There is no bounty hunter or bad guy in this galaxy that me or Hunter or Tech or Echo will let hurt you. And if they want to take down one of us, then they’re gonna need an army. Maybe even more than that. We’ve always battled the odds, Omega. But we will never let anyone hurt you, and if somethin’ bad happens, it is never your fault. You got that?” 

She nodded, her eyes on the floor. Wrecker slipped one of his massive fingers under her chin. “You’re our sister. Our family. And family takes care of each other. No matter what.” 

“But I can’t fight the way you all can.” 

“Not yet, but maybe someday. Until then, just keep laughing at my jokes. That helps enough.” 

She giggled, wiping at her tears. “I think I can manage that.”

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[straykidsnerd255]

Hello ! I just had an idea and i needed to share it with you 😆

One day , the reader ( their daughter ) just wanted their attention , because they worked a lot , but because of the stress, they'll yell , saying harsh words , etc..and make a cry ?

But then , they realized what they did and will try to apologize ( it will be hard because the reader is really stubborn and resentful )

With El Cid , Kardia , Manigoldo , Aphrodite , Milo and Misty ?

Thank u ! ❤️

Here you go! Thank you for requesting and enjoy!

El Cid:

He was currently staring at the papers that splayed across his desk. He ran his hands through his hair as he tried his hardest to figure out what the papers were needing him to do. “Papa! Look at what I found!” Your little voice called out. El Cid pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “Sweetie, I’m busy right now. Can you wait for a moment?” He asked, softly to see if you would listen but, you didn’t. You continued to talk and tell him about what you had found. “Y/n! I said I am busy!” El Cid snapped at you. It was silent for a moment before you ran out of the room crying. It took a moment for him to realize what just happened and when he did, he was racing down the hallway towards your room. He gently pushed open your door and walked in. “Y/n, honey I’m sorry. Papa is just extremely stressed and he didn’t mean to take it out on you. What did you want to show me?” He asked, sitting on your bed. You had your back facing him and refused to move. He waited but you refused to say anything. He peeked over your little body and found you sleeping. He smiled softly but with a hint of sadness before covering your up and leaving the room to finish his work before you woke up. 

Kardia:

You came bounding into the room right as your father screamed into the phone and slammed his fist on the table. You jumped and dropped what you were holding. The second it touched the floor it shattered into thousands of pieces. Kardia turned his attention to you and found you trying to pick up the bigger pieces. You yelped when it cut your hand and Kardia hissed in anger. He grabbed the wrap and quickly wrapped up your hand. “I need you out of this room before you mess something up again.” Kardia snapped before turning back to his desk and looking through the papers on it. You ran out of the room with tears falling down your face. When Kardia realized what he had said to you, he hung up on the person and ran to your room. When he got there, he found you laying on your bed, red-faced and asleep. “You cried yourself to sleep because of what I said to you. I’m such a horrible father Y/n.” Kardia mumbled to himself before closing the door and leaving your room. He knew that he had to make it up to you after you woke up but he knew that it wouldn’t be easy for him.

Manigoldo:

He was running around in his room trying to find the papers he would need for the next meeting he would be attending but for some reason, they were gone. You come running into his room waving a picture that you had drawn for him. “Papa! Papa! Look what I made for you!” You called out. Manigoldo glanced at you but it didn’t last long as he finally found the paper he would need. “Found it. Y/n, I need you to go play in your room right now. I am very busy.” Manigoldo said brushing past you as he continued to find the missing paperwork. “But father,” Manigoldo grew irritated. “Y/n for the last time, leave me alone for a moment! I will play with you when I am finished with work!” He snapped before returning to his hunt. You jumped when he yelled. You didn’t hold back your sobs as you ran to your room. When Manigoldo had finished his paperwork and found the missing papers, he ventured to your home in hopes of making amends with you but found you laying on your bed sleeping. He sat down on your bed and sighed. “I’m sorry for yelling at you Y/n. How about tomorrow we go and get ice cream and I can get you that doll you have always wanted.” Manigoldo promised with a smile. 

Aphrodite:

He was a mess. He had missed a meeting with Athena because he overslept. Now he was about to miss another important meeting. You came bounding down the stairs with a smile on your face but stopped when you saw your father running around the kitchen. “Father? Are you alright?” You asked. You were a smart girl and knew that something wasn’t right. You didn’t want to make your father angry but you wanted to know if you could help in any way. “I’m alright Y/n. I just need to be left alone right now. I’m very busy.” Aphrodite said before darting out the door with his things. You couldn’t help but fill the tears well up in your eyes when he said he wanted to be alone. You didn’t hold it against him for saying those words but you felt sad. You disappeared into your room and found yourself crying for who knows how long before passing out on your floor. When Aphrodite returned home, he was a mess. He placed all his things down before going upstairs to check on you. When he found you sleeping on the ground, he knew he messed up badly. He picked you up and placed you on your bed and covered you up. “Sleep well, my daughter.” He whispered.

Milo:

“NO Y/N! I don’t have time to play with you! Can’t you see I am busy?!” Milo snapped at you from where he was sitting. You gripped the toy in your hand close to your chest as tears welled up in your eyes. You bolted from the room crying loudly before slamming your door shut. “Milo, that wasn’t a very nice way of telling her that you are busy,” Mu said, crossing his arms and glaring at the bluette. Milo sighed and ran his hands through his hair. “I know, but she….” He stopped when he realized that all he ever did was work. He never played with her and even gave her attention. He never even so much as glanced at her. He groaned and covered his face. “Look, you need to spend more time with your daughter. So, how about I take care of your work this time and you could apologize to her?” Mu said, holding his hand out for Milo. Milo looked at his friend before smiling and taking his hand. “Thanks, Mu. I owe you.” He said before darting to his daughter's room. Mu rolled his eyes before sitting in the chair and going through the papers that sat there. Milo knocked on your door and entered the room. You were sitting on the floor playing with your toys but stopped when you noticed your father sitting down next to you. You looked up to see your father looking at you, a smile on his face. “Can I play with you Y/n?” He asked. You thought for a moment but a smile appeared on your face. “Yes, you can.” You said, happy that your father was spending time with you.

Misty:

You knew that your father was busy, but you really wanted to show him the picture that you had drawn for him. “Papa! Look at this! Look at what I drew!” You burst into his room causing him to drop the paper he was working on. “Y/n, how many times have I told you to knock before you enter my room?!” He yelled, turning to face you. He was angry and it scared you a bit. You backed away before running out of the room with tears falling down your face. “Sir, you need to be nicer to your daughter. You haven’t seen her in a few days because of work and when you do, you scold her for wanting to show you a picture that she drew of the two of you?” the butler asked, picking up the paper you dropped when you ran out of the room. He handed it to Misty and watched as Misty’s face melted from anger to regret. “I suggest that you go to her and make amends before she shuts herself away and never speaks to you again.” The butler said walking away. Misty found you in your room, tears still falling down your face as you looked out the window. “Y/n, darling. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean to.” Misty called out. However, you kept your back turned to him and ignored him. Misty could feel his heartbeat in pain. “I’ll make it up to you. How about we go get some ice cream and we can go to the store and get that toy you have always wanted. Sound good?” He asked. You twitched before turning to look at your father. You gave him a half smile before nodding your head and turning back to the window. ‘On the right path but still, a long way to go.’ Misty thought.

[black-raine]

The Touch Of Hands | Hunter/Tech

Broken. So many pieces were utterly shattered upon the ground at his feet. For a moment he stared at them, silently sulking upon the idea of walking all the way back to The Havoc Marauder without them. 

"You...good?" Hunter asked hesitantly, a hand wanting to grip Tech's shoulder in some sort of halfhearted comfort. 

Tech steadied himself against a nearby tree and looked up at what was now a blurry face, "I will manage." So he had told, yet there was an obvious doubt to his tone. 

During a strange errand off world from Cid, they'd gotten thrown off the path back to their ship. And after a few minutes of trudging through thick forest, it had finally happened. Tech had tripped over a vine in a poor attempt to check his device while trying to keep up the pace with Hunter, who was busy navigating through the tough conditions himself. And let's just leave it at, don't ever fall and bang your head against the meanest rock in the whole damn galaxy. 

It was cold and dark with the moon supplying only minimal light through the treetops, and if Tech really wanted to even make out the outline of his companion's face he had to squint quite heavily. Because without his goggles, he was practically as visually impaired as the first man who had figured out it was bad to stare at the sun. And even that was an understatement. 

Hunter smirked; he knew how bad Tech's eye sight was, but if the fool wanted to stumble around in the jungle, then who was Hunter to stop him? "If you say so," he said through a small chuckle, knowing he'd be helping after a couple of trial and errors. 

Tech ignored him with a roll of his eyes, focussing on feeling what was around himself. Yet, that wasn't too helpful either, apparently. The first step in and he was already face planting into a tree, embracing it like his only hope of a secure lifeline. 

Hunter sighed as he turned around, yet only to glance upon him disappointingly; he'd at least thought Tech would've made it a minute or two. Guess he was wrong too. "Need any help yet?" 

Tech drew in a deep breath before nodding, grip loosening on the tree in a small pout of shame. "I suppose so." 

Hunter hummed whilst stretching out an inviting hand to him, ready to take hold of his technician. "Take my hand," he called in a gentle voice, understanding how Tech must've felt at the moment. 

He was dead wrong...again.

Tech's heart throbbed at the kind tone his leader used while slowly creeping his own hand towards his, fingers reaching out in an eager hast to hold Hunter's hand. Was this really necessary? There had to be another way, but like hell Tech was passing up this chance. 

Their hands slid together, palms fitting into one another's like a missing piece to a puzzle. 

Tech looked to the ground as he felt the heat rush to his cheeks, tinting them pink. The pad of his thumb rubbing in a single circle, feeling the fabric clothing the top of Hunter's hand. It was...stimulating. 

"Shall we?" Hunter gestured towards the blurry forest ahead, grip slightly tightening around Tech's needy hold. 

He nodded, seeming to snap out of his fixation at Hunter's gingerly voice. 

This was going to be a long walk. 

However, somehow within the span of twenty minutes on their journey through the dirt and brush, it had turned into a little more then that. Truth was, Hunter could feel the absolute pounding of Tech's heart through the mere connection they currently shared, and it would be a waste of an opportunity if he didn't take the chance to mess with his technician at least a little. 

"Something on your mind?" Hunter asked, an all-knowing tone hidden behind his curious sounding words. 

Tech shrank a bit behind him, getting the hint that he might've noticed his continuous staring over the past few minutes. "Nothing at the moment, no." Lies. 

Devilishly smirking behind the cover of his helmet, Hunter yanked on Tech's arm causing him to stumble forwards into Hunter's "innocently" waiting embrace. 

Tone lowered to a husky pitch Hunter grabbed at his companion's hip, gaze intimidatingly locked onto the others before grounding out the words; "Really? Seemed like there was..." 

Tech gulped. Sound caught in his ever so tightening throat as he stared into the dark and mysterious visor of his capture's. His heart rammed against his rib cage, rapidly sped up to an unbearable pace. 

Hunter smiled, gladly sliding his free hand along Tech's side to help him stable himself once more. The proud feeling in his chest swelled, knowing that he could make his companion so overly thrilled simply at the touch of his hand. 

Tech said nothing as they began walking again, for once too caught up the adrenaline rushing through his head to speak. Only now did it come to him that Hunter could feel his reactions so clearly, and in knowing that he hung his head low, feeling cowed. 

Soon, they'd finally arrived back to The Havoc Marauder safe and sound. The breath of relief being a welcoming feel upon seeing it's dull and dirtied haul. 

Hunter hesitantly released Tech's hand, creating a slow drag of their fingers along one another's warmed palm. "That wasn't so bad," Hunter sighed while removing his helmet, feeling somehow not completely content just yet. 

"Agreed." Replying somewhat shyly, Tech copied his motions, also unmasking. He felt it too, as if something wasn't complete between them after all that.

It lingered, and for a solid two minutes they stood shoulder to shoulder, not moving a muscle. 

Until he did. 

Hunter was the one to attempt a first step forward, trying to vacate the building of whatever that unyielding aura was. Which didn't go quite as he planned. 

Tech uncharacteristically moved into his path, tripping his commander into his awaiting arms. 

Hunter reached out, a small grunt of surprise slipping out of him as he now held desperately onto Tech's shoulders. Brown eyes gazing down at him with such intensity. 

"You felt it earlier. Do you feel it now?" Tech asked, voice thickening sternly. His hand clenched around now Hunter's hip, the other placed comfortably onto his back for stability. 

Swallowing hard, Hunter suddenly was hit with a rush of heat boiling in him. It washed over his entire person as he now stared into the stone cold eyes of his technician, nodding firmly to confirm that he did, in fact feel the same. 

It took nothing more then that for Tech's hand to glide up from his hip to his hair, tilting Hunter's head until their lips met halfway in a passionate kiss. Their first kiss. 

It was heated yet neat, and the pecking only continued as their mouths kept clashing together. And before they knew it, positions had switched with Hunter pinning Tech down into one of The Havoc Marauder's chairs. 

Knee wedged between supple thighs Hunter planted his hands on either side of Tech's head, kissing down from his mouth and trailing pecks along his jaw whilst listening to his companion's easing moans as their hands gripped at his chest plating tightly. 

Yeah... This wasn't bad one bit. 

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[aerialsquid]

FFXIVWrite 2023 Day 16: Jerk

Look, I couldn't not write CidNero for this one. Contains explicit bdsm content.

When Nero left after the Omega incident, it had taken everything Cid had (including several long talks with Biggs and Wedge) not to chase him down. The more he tried to hold tight to Nero, the more he'd struggle. That was in the man's nature, he was like a damn housecoeurl that way.

So he waited, and fretted, and did what he did whenever something kept him awake at nights: he found a new project and worked on it until his hands ached. The concept seemed vaguely obscene, based on several civilian-use machina he'd heard about but never personally purchased. Cid comforted himself with the notion that if Nero returned and turned him down for good at least he'd be able to put the stimulation device to personal use afterwards.

Slaving over a workbench designing something specifically meant to be applied to a man's most sensitive parts did put him in mind of some of the more eclectic reading he'd done as a youth. He'd adored his stacks of cheap boys' adventure novels with their young, stalwart Garlean lads facing off against savage hordes and corrupt engineers. Like most Garlean literautre they were biigoted as all get out, obviously, and just as much a part of the propaganda machine of Garlemald as their daily news reports on the radio, but it didn't make them not fun.

Cid had often found himself coming back over and over to the scenes of the viewpoint Strapping Lad, or perhaps a Gasping Maiden, chained to a worktable as the sinister Professor Magus went over them with clinical precision, examining and touching them as if they were no more than just another experimental subject. The idea of being that subject had thrilled him, just a little - or of being the one inflicting such cold inspections upon a partner.

When he'd made the ask - awkwardly mumbled in Nero's ear after they'd gotten together to design his new device's prototype functions and nearly broken the bed in the process - he'd expected Nero to laugh. Instead the man had turned aside, staring up at the ceiling above Cid's bed, pondering the matter for long and nerve-wracking moments while Cid chewed on his lip.

"Give me a week, and then clear your schedule for the evening," had been the verdict.

****

Nero was one of those 'gifts before words' types, the ones who'd never say they liked you but would spontaneously stubbornly leave some bounteous gift on your desk containing weeks of work, with naught more than a curt note to indicate who it was from. Cid had to figure it was a Garlean thing; too much time around the heart-on-sleeve Eorzeans had weakened Cid's hold on his own emotions but Nero still needed wearing down.

When he opened the door to Nero's room  a week later there was no warning, not even a hello kiss, just a bag over his head and an order to strip as he was dragged inside. If it hadn't been Nero's voice…well, it was Nero's voice, and Cid's heart raced for other reasons as he got his clothes off. Another shove had him moved over to what felt like a metal table and lifted onto it, strong hands folding restraining cuffs around his wrists and ankles. When the bag lifted, something that tasted of metal and leather was forced into his mouth, holding it open just a bit.

It was probably a good thing it was there, as it prevented him from breaking out laughing when Nero pulled the bag away fully. Give it to Nero, he never did skirt away from the dramatic. From bits and pieces of gear left around the Ironworks workshops, he'd scrounged together an outfit that did indeed resemble Professor Magus's descriptions from the radio plays - the crimson turban, the ornate multi-lensed monocle, the skintight gloves with their delicate claws. If Nero had gone the full malm and made himself a replica of the evil magitechnician's pet voidsent Cid couldn't say he'd have been shocked.

From his position on the table Cid could see an array of gleaming metal tools laid out in shallow pans, some of them a bit sharp for Cid's tastes. The tiny hint of terror - that curling knowledge that no matter what happened he would not have any control over what Nero did with him - made his skin prickle in excitement.

"Comfortable, my dear subject?" Nero said, cupping Cid's cheek in one hand. He loomed over Cid with the same manic grin Cid was used to seeing when Nero was elbows deep inside some new piece of Allaghan technology. Cid tried to reply with some impotent barb about how Nero would never get away with this, but managed only some wordless noises of disdain around the gag. 

"Ah, don't try to talk, I have no patience for mindless jabbering. The opinions of an inferior mind have no place in the sanctum of Professor Magus." Nero tapped Cid's lips sternly with his finger. "Now, the body, that might have some potential, but I'll have to run my tests first."

He ran his fingers down Cid's chest, the tiny spikes on the fingertips of the gloves leaving tingling sensations in their wake. Perhaps lightning-aspected crystals mounted to wiring along the back of it, at this angle Cid couldn't raise his head to check. Cid squeaked a little as calipers were set at his limbs, measuring muscle density and width, but each flinch got him a gentle slap. 

"If the subject continues squirming, I will strongly consider using some paralytic to immobilize it completely," Nero mused to himself.  "But nerve sensitivity is also useful data, yes."

With the metal ring holding his lips apart, Cid wasn't able to restrain his soft moan as the palms of Nero's leather gloves ran over his thighs. 

"Subject seems to already be experiencing some form of arousal, likely a symptom of his degenerate nature. Phallus is within…acceptable parameters for species, I suppose. Hardly adequate." He ignored Cid's offended little squawks as he idly fondled him, running a thumb along the underside of the head with an expression of mild disinterest. "I suppose we should run some stamina tests later, see how many times this dull little organ can climax." 

There was the sound of metal on metal, a humming vibration below his hips, and Cid abruptly found the table transforming beneath him. The part below his hips elevated, while the lower parts separated, leaving his legs spread and a gap between his raised pelvis where Nero could step in. 

"But first, we shall be testing elasticity." Cid watched, nearly drooling, as Nero removed his leather gloves and slipped on some latex ones, letting the cuffs snap loudly against his wrist. The sound made Cid's cock ache, enough that Nero noticed it jump. "Interesting. Subject appears to be finding arousal even in this perilous situation…one wonders what other depravities it can handle."

Cid turned his head away, as if he couldn't bear the thought that this attractive man might be doing more interesting things to his cock. The scent of ozone briefly caught his attention, and the very faint sound of humming - an Iacobus Scala, with an arc of lightning caught between two wires, was sitting on a nearby worktable. Nero really had gone all out on the props here, the man had missed his calling in theater. 

The first cold, wet finger sliding inside made him hiss, jerked his attention back to the man before him. He tried to make some feeble protest, to play his role as well as Nero was playing his, between unhappy grunts and rude gestures with his bound hands.

By the third finger, he was running out of the will to protest.

By the time cold smooth metal was pressed against him, widening him even further, there were tears forming at the corners of his eyes, his muscles straining against his bindings as the toy sank inside him.

And then the bastard turned the vibrator on.