Is this a bad idea? Most definitely. Am I doing it anyway? Absolutely!!
The official Kinktober prompt list is here, and I'll be taking requests this year! Send me anything! A ship, prompt, and/or kink, and I'll write something that is (hopefully) under 1k for you. :)
I'll accept:
Any Bad Batch pairing that includes Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair, Echo, Emerie, or Omega
Any Anakin pairing
Any Hiccup pairing (though I'd prefer any Hiccup/Astrid as part of a polyship)
Any Zuko pairing (except Zuko/Katara, Zuko/Sokka, and Zuko/Jet)
Any Aang pairing
I'd prefer not to write OCs, but anything else is fair game!! Of course, I reserve the right not to fill a request if it doesn't inspire me or whatever. Any kinks are fine!! <3
And yes, you can send multiple requests.
PS. You are more than welcome to send me crossover pairings between the listed fandoms/characters.
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@evilwriter37 can I tempt you into adding to this?
After reading Little Arrangement, I couldnât stop thinking about them sparring and things escalating and then the OT6 getting to watch Viggo go at their leader (consensually and not because Viggoâs being an evil asshole).
So I propose a âStuck Under the Deskâ style collaboration to you (or anyone else that may find the motivation to add to this bit of writing), because I hit a wall and donât know when Iâll get around to continuing it.
@ashleybenlove
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Hiccup breathes heavily, panting as he licks his lips and stares Viggo down. The man seems equally exhausted with his own chest heaving. They circle each other, swords lifted, ready to strike. Surrounding them is the sound of weapons clashing with the triumphant caws of his riders as they land hits on their opponents coupled with the yelps of pain as they take hits. Hiccup ignores them.
Itâs training day on Dragonâs edge.
Theyâd been going at it for awhile, now, having rotated between partners as they went. Viggoâs experience in battle and fighting was proving advantageous and training days had become far more educational since the manâs arrival on the Edge.
The clang of swords meeting vibrates up Hiccupâs arm as Viggo goes on the attack and he blocks. A few more blows, some blocks and dodges, he tries his chances at his own attacks only for Viggo to turn the tables on him, put him back on the defence. They separate, circle, eye each other (though it might more accurately be described as leering at this point). Viggoâs shirt was ditched sometime during his spar with Astrid, the two being able to push each other longer than any other pair. Hiccup is sure he would have lost by now if heâd been paired with Viggo before Astrid.
He goes in, again, determination fueling his precision and adding the last boost of force he needs to hook his blade on Viggoâs hilt and send the manâs sword flying from his grip. The moment of victory gets to him and the start of a celebratory call is on the tip of his tongue, arms going up in excitement when a hand unexpectedly grabs his waist, turns him around, and strong arms come around his own to trap him against a solid chest.
âDonât celebrate too soon, my dear.â Viggoâs voice is right in his ear.
Gwen and Ernesto decide they want to further their spiritual adventures (basically they want to help more spirits that havenât been able to move on). And Finn? Well, heâs getting better but he still doesnât have a path per se, so heâs going along for the ride.
They end up making contact with this old woman who claims she can increase spiritual abilities. Gwen wants more control and Ernesto just wants something. Finn thinks itâs a bad idea but he knows theyâll go with or without him so he tags along as muscle.
Unfortunately, this woman isnât actually increasing spiritual abilities, sheâs summoning demons and tricking people into giving access to their bodies.
Because she knows Ernesto has no way to see through what sheâs doing, she starts with him. What she doesnât know is Robin is there because when these dumbasses started looking into this shit he stopped leaving their sides (in my head he is actually only able to stick around because of his deathâs strong tie to Finn. Finn is how he stays locked in). So when she gets Ernesto to open himself up for possession, Robin jumps into Ernestoâs body both to stop anything else from doing it and to warn the crew to gtfo.
A fight ensues. I like to think she has a couple of demon possessed people around. They fight them and through listening to Robin they manage to get the demons to release their holds on the bodies and then they gtfo.
However, Robin is still inside Ernesto. He doesnât have full control of his body, though. Itâs more like theyâre both there and they are just taking turns talking so Ernesto looks like heâs just talking to himself. Robin can also control the body if Ernesto lets him. If theyâre both trying to control it, it turns into a fight where his body is just jerking around.
Anyway, Robin tries to warn them about being more cautious, then determines he has to go (note: Finn is just in the background looking like someone kicked his puppy because they havenât gotten to talk itâs just been Robin lecturing Ernesto and Gwen). But then⌠he canât. He tries to leave Ernestoâs body but heâs unable to.
So now the story turns to them having to do research to get Robin out of Ernestoâs body.
While they do this we get a nice scene of Robin and Ernesto talking, even though itâs weird to watch. Robin tells Ernesto heâs proud of the man heâs become and that heâs happy things are going well with Gwen. Ernesto tells him heâs happy to have Robin here, even if itâs temporary. Heâs missed him so much and has a ton of questions. Robin ends up telling the whole group that there are just some things about the afterlife that he canât tell them and they have to accept that.
Later at night Finn is outside, smoking a regular cigarette. Theyâre at a hotel somewhere and Robin comes outside. He explains itâs just him and that Ernesto is sleeping, so heâs got control of the body. The last few days between them were awkward as fuck. They didnât really talk and even when they did, it just seemed wrong and off like they were both afraid to talk.
They start small talking and Robin says heâs worried about Finn, and Finn gets snippy and basically says he doesnât see why Robin cares. He obviously has nothing to say to him. And Finn says donât worry, he gets it, he was just that one guy he knew when he was 13.
Thatâs when Robin claps back. He reminds Finney that for him, 13 years was all there was, and then says Finn was his best and only friend.
And Finn asks why he doesnât want to talk to him then. And Robin kind of goes off. He *does* want to talk to him, but heâs also seen what Finn is like. Heâs still trapped in the past and Robin doesnât want to keep him there. Finn deserves to move on and live a happy life. And Robin canât be part of it because heâs dead. Heâs dead.
And Finnâs near tears because Robinâs not dead right now. Heâs here right now. And fuck, why canât he just stay? Heâs here and canât he please just stay?
And Robin reminds him itâs not his body, itâs Ernestoâs. Itâs Ernestoâs life and he canât take it from him or ask him to share forever. But then he looks at Finn and tells him it doesnât mean he doesnât wish there was a way. He also tells Finn that even though he wants him to move on, he should know that Robin is always looking out for him.
Finney asks if he was there when he locked himself out of the house at 2am and had to climb in through a window and caught Gwen and Ernesto making out.
Robin nods solemnly. âI gagged right there with you, buddy.â
And then they just start laughing. Finn asks if while Robin is here if they can please just be normal. Robin gives in, but tells Finn not to get used to it.
More research happens, we get some fun scenes of the crew having fun. Some funny scenes where Gwen is affectionate with Ernesto only for Robin to take control and make jokes about it at Ernestoâs expense to Finn. Itâs a good time.
They finally find someone to help them (who also needs their help with finding some bodies and freeing some souls because weâve gotta have action), and theyâre all way more cautious this time. They help the spirits, then get their answer for how to get Robin out of Ernestoâs body.
It turns out the issue is simple: Robin canât leave because Ernesto isnât letting him. Ernestoâs soul is holding onto him and preventing him from leaving.
Robin tells Ernesto that he has to let him go, but Ernesto says he doesnât want to. He doesnât mind sharing his body. Heâs missed him and doesnât want to lose him again. Robin reminds him itâs not just about him. What about Gwen? How is he supposed to have a relationship when Robin is always there in the back of his mind?
Thatâs when Gwen pipes up and says she thinks he should stay, at least for longer. He can always change his mind later. But she says she knows how Ernesto feels and she understands it. She loves him and they can make it work. She wants Robin to have more time. And she wants Ernesto and Finn to have more time with him. Theyâve all been happier with Robin there. So, she wants him to stay.
Seeing the other two have already asked, Finn asks, âPlease, Robin.â
Flash forward to a scene with the 3 of them, but really 4, because SURPRISE Robin stayed. Theyâre on their way to some location that Gwen dreamed about, ready to help some kids. Ernesto is driving in the front seat and he and Gwen are holding hands. Meanwhile, when Finn talks heâs leaned so far forward that heâs resting his chin on Robinâs shoulder.
And basically from here the franchise is the four of them helping lost spirits, while the Blake siblings navigate dating brothers who are stuck in the same body (although the studios are cowards about it, so stuff with Finn and Robin probably always can be brushed off as guys being dudes even though itâs super gay).
And anyway, thereâs The Black Phone 3. Someone hire me.
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Bad things happened bingo prompt "Stalking" with Crosshair and Hunter, cuz u know Cross have a good eye and He can take it away from Hunt :3
Hehe this ask reminded me that I have a Bad Things Happened bingo card that I have never done anything with. Maybe once I finish doing kinktober prompt requests, I can open that for requests. :)
Now, without further ado, here is your ficlet. I hope you like it!!
Thank you so much for this ask. It gave me a much-needed push to do some writing again. :) Also, apologies for the open and slightly abrupt ending heheh
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Characters: Hunter, Crosshair, Clone Force 99 (minor)
Relationships: Hunter & Crosshair, Hunter/Crosshair (if you squint)
WC: ~ 1.5k
Hunter moves down the alleyways, steps light and purposeful, eyes focused on his destination even while the rest of his senses work in overdrive to keep track of his surroundings. Something is out there. Someone is out there. And itâs driving him crazy that he canât figure out who his stalker is.
Maybe he shouldnât have agreed to separate from the rest of the Batch, but Cid had been insistent that they needed to do this job as fast as possible. That meant that Hunter sent the others to retrieve the crates and get them aboard the Marauder, while Hunter went to meet up with the client and obtain the holodisk from them. Whatâs on it, he doesnât know, and he doesnât care to know, either.
He just wants this damn job to be done with already.
A shiver of unease races down his spine, the back of his neck prickling with the certainty that there are eyes on him. He can feel it. His every instinct is screaming at him to abort and get back to the others. There is strength in numbers. Out here alone, heâll be an easy target. It could be anyone. A mercenary looking to get his gear. A criminal who thinks a lone man like him will be an easy score.
But Hunter is one of the best soldiers in the GAR. Or rather, he was one of the best. Back before.
Before the Empire.
Before â
He cuts off that line of thought right there. He doesnât know this planet as well as he should have; Tech tried to tell him more, but Hunter waved him away. He regrets that, now.
Tapping on his comm, he contacts the others. âStatus?â
âWe are on schedule,â Tech replies.
âGood. Get the engines running. Iâll meet you shortly.â Or so he hopes.
âIs there a problem?â Echo chimes in, undoubtedly catching the tightness in Hunterâs voice.
He considers lying, then thinks better of it. Theyâll only worry more, and Hunter isnât stupid. Without knowing the identity of his stalker, much less having any indication of what theyâre after, heâs going in blind. He refuses, adamantly, to acknowledge the person who used to take that place, who used to have their backs. His back.
âSomeoneâs following me,â he admits. âI have it handled.â He absolutely does not, but they donât need to know that.
âBe careful,â Wrecker says, an edge of anxiety in his voice.
âI will,â he promises, clicking off the comm and increasing his pace. He lets out a shaky exhale, trying to rid himself of the extra tension as he focuses. Around him, he can hear voices. Talking. Yelling. A few screams a distance away. He can smell the sweat and alcohol and perfume all around him in this crowded corner of the city.
Criminals live here. People looking for a good time or wanting to escape from their demons come here. Itâs the exact place he could disappear⌠if only he could outpace his stalker. His heart pounds faster in his chest, and he turns his head, trying to appear casual. He doesnât look behind him â thatâs a rookie mistake. He keeps moving, ducking down one alley and then another as he takes a roundabout route back toward the spaceport.
Itâs not too far. He can make it, and the others have undoubtedly already finished their tasks. They can â
A blaster bolt slams into a wall inches away from him, and Hunter startles violently, cursing under his breath as he throws himself to the side, training kicking in as he moves to protect himself. He draws his blaster, twisting around the corner to peer out into the street and search for his attacker.
A few people are looking around in startled shock or fear, scurrying the other direction, and two others are continuing to walk along, ignoring the scene entirely as though itâs normal. It probably is in this corner of the city. He scans for a sniper, searching the rooftops with practiced ease, but he sees nothing.
He waits for a minute before cautiously stepping out from around the corner. Still nothing. No blaster fire. Nothing.
That sets him on edge more than anything else, and the certainty that he's being followed morphs into something else. Something too much like fear for Hunter to be willing to acknowledge it. He sucks in a breath, fingers clenching around his blaster as he turns to continue on his way. It will be best for him to get back to the spaceport as soon as possible, even if it means leaving the safety of the alleyways for open ground.
He half expects his unknown stalker to agree, but when he turns to head out to the bustling streets, filled with people of every species, color, and gender, another blaster shot hits the ground in front of him. Hunter scrambles back, pressing himself against a building as he searches for a sniper once more.
Still nothing.
Yet another shot nearly hits his shoulder when he tries to move. So, he backtracks instead, knowing exactly how foolish and dangerous it would be to make a run for it when he doesnât even have eyes on his assailant. His heartrate picks up as he moves, darting from one alley to the next, occasional shots corralling him somewhere. If he was scared before, heâs terrified now. The most heâs been able to glimpse is a flash of a dark-armored figure which tells him absolutely nothing about who it is.
He tries shooting back a few times, returning fire and searching for a way to get up to the roofs to end this once and for all. A sniperâs biggest advantage is always that theyâre up high which means theyâre difficult to hit. If he can even the playing field somehowâŚ
Turning down another alley only reveals a dead-end, and Hunter jolts to a stop, frantically scanning to assess his options. When he tries comming the others, only static answers. Heâs being jammed just like he has been for the last Force knows how long. Great. Cornered and alone, Hunter can only rely on himself. And thatâs fine. He doesnât need anyone else anyway. He can do this. On his own.
His stalker led him here for a reason, and Hunter expects him to reveal himself. Probably hoping for an easy victory. But Hunter wonât go down without a fight. Never has, never will.
Blaster held tightly in one hand, Hunter unsheathes his vibroknife with the other and braces himself, body coiled for an attack that he knows is coming with every fiber of his being. He might not know what his pursuer is after, but he can guess that he was brought here intentionally.
So, he waits.
And waits.
Right here, right now, he will be patient.
Heâs expecting it when he sees movement, someone gracefully climbing down from a nearby roof, rifle slung over his shoulder as he lands in a crouch. His breath catches in his lungs when he recognizes the figure. Too familiar. Too familiar. Hunter should have paid more attention to the shots, to the way he was corralled here. It was careful, precise. He should have recognized it.
He opens his mouth, but words donât come.
Crosshair stands, helmet tilting slightly, and Hunter doesnât need to see his face to know that heâs smirking. He doesnât need to see his face to know that his eyes are dark, filled with a fury and resentment that Hunter still doesnât understand.
âFancy seeing you here,â Crosshair drawls as though he didnât stalk him, as though he didnât drive him here with a patient, single-minded focus that Hunter knows too well.
His heart is still racing, fear and adrenaline and rage buzzing under his skin. His jaw clenches. âWhat do you want, Crosshair?â he snarls.
He thought he knew Crosshair, but he was wrong. Maybe heâs never truly known his youngest brother. Once upon a time, he thought that he knew Crosshair better than anyone. Once upon a time, Crosshair knew him better than anyone. Only one of those two was true. How could he have been so wrong?
How is he ever supposed to forget the feeling of betrayal when Crosshair turned on them and tried to kill them?
Crosshair prowls closer, body relaxed in a way that Hunter knows better than to trust. âIâm not here for the Empire,â he answers, shifting. âIâm here⌠for you.â
His words hold a promise. His tone speaks to the darkness that lives within him now, a darkness that Hunter never saw, never knew. Maybe it was foolish to think they would never see Crosshair again. Hunter should have known that this would happen, that the source of his greatest fears and regrets would come back to haunt him. He should have known that Crosshair wouldnât simply let him walk away after everything that had gone down between them.
âAnd here I am,â Hunter states, straightening.
âAnd here you are,â Crosshair agrees, a vicious smile in his words.
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((hi guys sorry for my lack of star wars posting I have been insanely busy, but trust I'm still trust I'm still here. also this took me like 20 minutes and I don't like it))
i've just rewatched the outpost and, my god, it's so incredibly painful how long it takes crosshair to realise that mayday wants to know his name. the silence after mayday says his own speaks volumes. i loathe thinking about how long crosshair had to live through without anyone calling him by his name, only ever referring to him as ct-9904.
mayday was the first to treat him like a human being in months. he was the first one to see him, after months of being completely alone. it also makes me incredibly soft and sad how, when mayday drags the heater towards crosshair, he literally gives him light.
What is this obsession with anti Aang/kataang people fixating on Aang ânot apologizingâ for The Desert episode? This is a multi episode arc, and Aang does end up talking to Katara at the very end of The Serpentâs Pass episode (the last episode of the arc), where he explains he has been going through a very difficult time but that he loves her, that he is hopeful again, and that he sees in the family theyâve helped a future with her. This whole monologue from Aang makes Katara cry tears of happiness and they embrace, and he then parts from the group to look for Appa only after continuing to specifically thank Katara for all sheâs done for him.
Just because he doesnât say the words âIâm sorryâ doesnât mean he hasnât made amends. He literally does and she cries over it, because she was upset that he was shutting her out emotionally. I donât see any of yâall saying Katara was wrong for telling Aang he didnât understand what she was feeling in The Southern Raiders, or her attempting to steal Appa in the middle of the night without even asking Aang for permission despite the fact she knows very well how important Appa is to him, or the fact that what she says to Sokka in this same episode is genuinely cruel. And Aang (and Sokka too) doesnât hold any of these things over her head either, because he understands that she is not in her right frame of mind. Just like Katara understood Aang wasnât in his right frame of mind during those episodes.
Aang does the exact same thing for her in The Southern Raiders that Katara did for him in book 2. These characters are best friends above all else, I donât get this stupid fandom obsession with trying to insinuate Katara hates Aang. She doesnât and never will, no matter how much yâall want her to.
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