#fluff mostly

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-9904 | Crosshair & Clone Trooper Hunter & Clone Commander Mayday, CT-9904 | Crosshair/Clone Trooper Hunter/Clone Commander Mayday Characters: CT-9904 | Crosshair, Clone Trooper Hunter (Star Wars), Clone Commander Mayday (Star Wars), Mer-Mayday (Star Wars) Additional Tags: MerMay 2024, MerMay, Cloneshipping | Clone Trooper/Clone Trooper Relationships (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fantasy, Mermen, Shapeshifting, Pabu Island (Star Wars), Established Relationship, Vacation, Fishing Trip, Fluff, implied everything, Post TBB S3 Series: Part 5 of Crosshair/Hunter/Mayday, Part 2 of Mer-Tales - Tales of the Sea Summary:

They’re out fishing on Pabu when something unexpected catches their lures.

Mer/Shapeshifter AU for the clones. In this one Crosshair and Mayday never crossed paths on Barton-4. Timeline? Post TBB-S3.

Part of Cross/Hunt/May / Mer-Tales - Tales of the Sea series

about: vash x oc

form: Hi! This is a small drabble I wrote about my OC Volt and Vash. The art you’ll see at the end is a beautiful commission made by @zeearts, please go support their amazing works!

about volt: If you wanna know more about my OC I’ll gladly post more about him! ^^ In this AU, Volt works as a archeologist, he especially loves to restore old books and parchments as they are to him the most important form of history you’ll find in this world.

The sun long went down on No Man’s Land only leaving the stars and the warm fire as a source of light. Volt was still awake in his tent, insomnia getting the best of him. He decided to get some work done at least. As an archeologist, Volt had to restore very old books, sometimes in a language that wasn’t spoken anymore. And this one was definitely giving him a headache. The parchment made with animal skin was rotten in some parts and bitten by the rats in others. The spine was broken and the hard cover was black with dust. Volt sighs and scratches his arm out of impulse, lost in thoughts. He only realized when blood dripped off his arm and had to get up to not damage the book further.

“God I need a smoke. It’s been a while since I’ve been craving it.” Volt has stopped smoking ages ago now but having a companion named Nicholas D. Wolfwood who’s smoking habits are more wild than a fucking car truck was definitely not helping with his condition. Plus he was out of candies to keep his mouth busy with something else than the craving need of nicotine. He went out of his tent and saw Vash in front of the fire place. He smiled softly and went by his side.

“Can’t sleep, big guy?”

“You seem to have the same trouble.” Volt just laughed, his hand still scratching his already wounded arm. Vash was too quick to notice, his prosthetic hand grabbing his.

“Sorry… I’ve been kinda stressed lately. The craving for smoke gets worse during those times.”

Vash held out his hand and Volt curiously looked at it before putting his hand in, not sure what else to do. He yelped at the sudden pull on his arm and his head was now lying on Vash’s lap, his prothesis hand still intertwined with his and his other hand lost in his hair. Volt’s cheeks were bright red at the sudden closeness but also didn’t want to admit the warmth it provided him. Suddenly a lollipop was handed to him in front of his face and he looked at Vash’s fond gaze with surprise. The blond just smiled at him.

“I’ve noticed you were eating more sweets than usual these past few days so I stopped by a shop that sells candies before we left the last town to keep some with me. For emergencies.” Volt took it and thanked him in a quiet whisper. Vash just ruffled his hair lovingly, his hand still holding tightly onto his.

“Now why don’t you tell me more about that one book you’ve been reading lately? You’ve been a lot into it too. I'm curious about what it is now!”

Gary’s hands are shaking. It’s his third attempt already - or maybe his fifth - but he still can’t get it right. The soft silk slips through his trembling fingers.

“Come here”

Gary goes. “I couldn’t sleep tonight. Is that how it feels?”

He’s met with a chuckle and steady hands tying his tie for him. “It does when it’s right.”

“You are not upset?” - Gary asks as he tips his chin up, letting the knot be adjusted up, the tie snug around his collar. - "That I am…that this is…”

“Upset? No.”

*based more on script! Nancy*

-        (pre-NOES10 events)- Quentin was actually alone during all those failed attempts to ask out Nancy (3 times), she just would not show up. He had lied to her and said some of his friends might tag along and lied later when she would say ‘I forgot’ or ‘her mom said no’ but truly, he was alone. *

-        Nancy loved when Quentin would come alone to the diner, it would happen rarely (at least without Jesse + his friends) but she enjoyed them

-        Nancy drew and painted Quentin even before they were in a relationship

-        (Leaked Script!)- Nancy listened to Quentin’s podcast every night before going to sleep and while doing homework

-        During their recovery period, Alan and Gwen attempted to separate Nancy and Quentin but they both turned hostile to their parents.

-        They are both extremely affectionate but, in the sense, they are constantly holding hands, clinging to one another, cuddling, snuggling or just lingering close by each other.

-        They’re both bisexual icons

-        Sure, they kissed before dealing with Freddy but it took a while for them to actually kiss one another again. It wasn’t because they did not want to, but because they needed a bit more time to heal before really cementing their relationship

-        Nancy’s first night out of hospital consisted of screaming and crying in her sleep. She believed that Freddy could be back. Quentin tried to sleep on the inflatable mattress beside her bed, but moved up and held her in his arms until she stopped crying. This cycle repeated until Quentin just held her in his arms when they slept all the time.

-        3 weeks after attending therapy, Quentin asked Nancy out officially to a simple dinner-date. What dinner meant was Quentin just picked up Chinese and they sat outside under a tree.

-        Nancy likes to lay on Quentin’s chest just to listen to his heartbeat, it calms her down

-        Nancy still wears Quentin’s pendant

-        They can’t watch horror movies anymore unless it’s a cheesy, melodramatic one with shitty graphics

-        Even months after therapy, Quentin had a breakdown in the shower. The door was locked. Nancy just sat on the other side of the door and soothed him by saying that she’d protect him and that she loved him. 

-        Quentin and Nancy switch between being big/little spoon but a solid 60% of the time, it’s just them tangled up with one another

-        They notice small details about themselves (scars, smells, feelings, speech-patterns) so no dream could ever replicate each other (or you know, Freddy)

-        Nancy likes to trace Quentin’s scars on his torso and Quentin loves to run his fingers through her hair

-        Nancy is pretty self-assured and playful; she likes to cheekily take Quentin’s beanie, jackets, and random items just to mess with him. Quentin often gets her back though

-        Quentin and Nancy are both impulsive dumbasses (like the script intended)

-        Quentin actually does not remember their first kiss in the Badham basement, Nancy does

-        Quentin went into a recovery-period for his wounds (stomach and chest specifically) and his mental health and on that route, he gained a bit of weight. It was not a lot but his stomach got a lot softer. Nancy did not mind this at all and tells him she even prefers this ‘softer’ Quentin.

-        Quentin is actually pretty ticklish and Nancy found this out and has not let it go. She gets him whenever she can (it’s the way she torments him)

-        When Nancy called him after Jesse was arrested (despite you know, it being bad), Quentin actually said a small ‘yes!’ under his breath when he saw her ID

- Quentin has developed a more snarky and self-assured personality after Freddy. He is still his gentle self but with a new-found maturity. Nancy, for one, loves this little development.

- Back in Badham, Quentin and Nancy were the closest, Nancy would scribble out small pictures of him and they’d play pretend together

- *Nancy found out about this and made it up to him by attending each of those date plans

here’s your request, love! I hope you enjoy it. I adored this idea. feel free to send me as many as request as you want. :) @dinonuggie113 also tw for anyone who’s not comfy with violence or physical confrontation.

Hannibal’s reaction to someone hitting his s/o. Very no bueno.

listen, when hannibal loves, he loves hard. and bestie? look away because things are about to go to from 0 to 100 real quick. this man does not play when it comes to you. tbh, you might feel bad for the person considering they’re about to get the ass whopping from hell. it’s literally over for them bb. they’ve basically never existed once hannibal is done with them.

but once he has a little... talk with your perpetrator - oh honey! it’s all cuddle time. your relationship is literally mean one soft for nice one. but he lets his actions do all the talking, gentle carcasses to make sure his honey is all right and once he realizes you are? doesn’t matter. he’s gonna be more protective than he ever was. best believe THAT. and I mean sure... it can get annoying, but hey! you never have to feel afraid of getting jumped bc you’ve got your own person body guard-cannibal to protect you. so is it really that bad?

“Daddy has wings,” he explained, “He’s going to teach me how to fly when I’m older.” 

 Dream hummed. “Do you know what Daddy looks like? Or his name?” 

 Tommy frowned. “Daddy’s name is Daddy,” he said, “Silly.” 

 Dream laughed, continuing to straighten Tommy’s feathers. “Silly me.” 

 OR, King Dream rescues Tommy from the clutches of hybrid hunters, and after failing to find his family, he adopts him as his own. 

This is for @harunosakuraweek, Day One, Prompt: Hanami 

Sakura rubbed her eyes and fought to focus on the words in front of her. She’d spent the entire day in her office, trying to catch up on paperwork that should have been completed days if not weeks ago. She could never find never enough time to finish everything, especially when she saw patients during the day. 

Blinking away the bleariness, Sakura returned to the row of numbers that indicated shinobi fatalities over the past month. She compared it to the previous month’s tally, then studied the past six months as a whole. There had been an uptick in deaths the previous two months, possibly attributable to the change to spring. However, the annual view showed an upward trend as well, and that couldn’t be attributed to the weather. There had to be extenuating factors. Maybe it was tied to the rise in the immigrant population— 

A knock at the door pulled Sakura’s attention from her work. She growled and tossed the report onto her desk with a clatter. When she called out, she didn’t even try to moderate her tone. “Yes?” 

A familiar grey head peeked around the door, then Kakashi stepped through. His eyes creased into his ever present eye smile. “So, you are still alive down here after all.” 

“Yes, and I’m busy,” Sakura snipped, her annoyance with paperwork bleeding through at the first person she’d seen all day. “Is there something I can help you with?” 

Kakashi closed the door behind him before crossing the office. He nodded. “As a matter of fact, there is.” 

When the man didn’t continue, Sakura raised one eyebrow in his direction. “Did I mention that I was busy?” 

“You did.” Kakashi rested one hip against the edge of Sakura’s desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “But, it’s going to have to wait. Official order of the Hokage, I’m afraid.” 

Sakura tapped her pen against the palm of her opposite hand and narrowed her eyes. “Kakashi, I don’t have time for one of your games today. This paperwork needed done weeks ago, and I—

“And, you’ve been locked in here all day. You need to get out,” Kakashi finished. He leveled his gaze at Sakura. “You still have to eat, don’t you? And, all of this will still be here when you get back. 

“I’ll order takeout,” Sakura countered, turning her attention back to her paperwork. 

Kakashi plucked the report from Sakura’s hands. “I’m afraid not.” He lifted the pages out of Sakura’s reach when she shot to her feet. “I’m serious. This is for your own good.” 

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The team fall through their office door, exhausted. Isaac, who spent the journey back driving rather than resting, collapsed onto the red couch. Nasira and Zak pick their way through the mess into the kitchen. Arthur and Max stand at the doorway.

The boy looked up at his father with bleary eyes, he had his arms stretched and his fingers flexing and unflexing in a grabbing motion.

Arthur rolled his eyes with a fond smile before bending down and picking the boy up. They made their way up the stairs. Nasira looked up at them and frowned, Arthur noticed and switched his grasp on Max to his left.

By the time they got to Max’s bed, the boy had already fallen asleep into the nook of Arthur’s neck. The father puts his son down gently, covers him with the comforter and kisses the top of his head before leaving.

He gets back down and Nasira and Zak sit on the floor, as their chairs had been snapped and Isaac was snoring on their sofa. Their voices were almost whispers as they talked, both with sandwiches and snacks. Arthur makes his way to sit on his office chair, which was thankfully still in one piece. The two looked up at him, smiles on their face.

Arthur sighs, it felt like he had a million things to say to them, but one stood out in his mind.

“Thank you.”