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- Fulcrum: Rise of The BrokenïżŒ
Blurb:
The gods were never meant to be remembered.
Rhea Rhodes was never meant to fail them.
Rhea is barely holding her life together. A sharp-tongued real estate agent running on caffeine, routine, and spite, she prefers paperwork and her dogs to peopleâand definitely to grief sheâs never properly dealt with.
Then the gods drag her into their war.
In a modern world that has forgotten Olympus, ancient power still leaks into the wrong bloodlines. Rhea is a Fulcrum, a living anchor meant to keep the mortal and mythic worlds separate. Monsters stay hidden. Gods stay silent. Balance holds.
At least, thatâs the theory.
With almost no training and impossible expectations, the gods push Rhea into the role of their weaponâand then punish her when she canât control it. Every mistake tears holes in the veil. Monsters appear where they shouldnât. Miracles and horrors go viral. And governments across the globe start panicking, each interpreting the chaos through their own gods, myths, and beliefs.
No one agrees on what Rhea is.
Everyone agrees sheâs a problem.
As divine factions turn on each other and the mortal world edges closer to open revelation, Rhea is forced to choose between obedience and annihilation. Becoming the weapon the gods demand might keep the peaceâfor now. Refusing could collapse the separation between worlds entirely.
Either way, balance is already breaking.
Fulcrum is a darkly humorous, violent urban fantasy series about power without guidance, gods without mercy, and what happens when a woman whoâs barely surviving is handed the responsibility of keeping reality intactâand fails.
Because the end of the world doesnât always start with a prophecy.
Sometimes it starts with one exhausted woman doing her bestâand not being enough.
About me!!!!
Hey there! Iâm Cat
Im 21 years old, and I have a deep, undying weakness for copy-and-paste men (yes, the clones) and basically write fanfiction just to cope with how much I love them. Expect drama, emotional carnage, morally grey OC behavior, and the occasional moment of softness thatâll make you feel things you werenât ready for đ«Ł
đïž What I write:
â Clone Wars fanfics (they own me)
â Found family + complicated feelings
â Morally messy characters doing their best (or worst)
â Banter, heartbreak, and slow burns that hurt so good
â Unhinged droids and senators with too much attitude
Omega reminisces on her mother and how much she misses her
â„ïžOmega has a lot on her mind and the boys can tell it's taking a toll on her. But every time they ask her if sheâs ok, she just smiles tightly and says she's fine. They worry about her, but donât want to push her. Sheâs started spending more time aloneÂ
â„ïžOmega sits on the cliff overlooking the cove, staring at the stars. Her mindâs running a milion miles a second. Now that they finally found a place to be safe and sheâs been able to relax, sheâs started reminiscing on her life so far. She thinks of her time on Kamino with Nala Se. She thinks of getting to see her brothers grow up into the men they are now. But most of all, she thinks of the one person sheâs never been allowed to talk about. Her mom.Â
â„ïžNala Se and Lama Su made it clear she was not allowed to bring her up, in hope she would eventually forget about her. But she never did, always thinking about what she misses most. The memories faded, forgetting the details of her face, but she never forgot her mother.
â„ïžShe remembers the way she sang to her and her brother Boba. How she would always be there when they woke up from nightmares, she would make them a warm cup of milk and sing them a Mandalorian tale. Tales of her family, tales of beasts and the mythos of Mandalore. Her hands soft as they rubbed their backs and heads to help them feel better. She always made sure to snuggle with them as well, always in that big fluffy blanket that could cover their small family entirely.Â
â„ïžShe starts to cry, because she can only remember the small things, but she canât remember her face, canât remember what her hair looks like, canât remember her smile. Small flashes of things here and there comes to mind, her necklace she always wore, the cup she always drank her caf out of. SHe remembers the things around her, but nor her herself.
â„ïžShe remembers how she used to kiss her father as if he was the only person who existed, slow dancing in the kitchen when making meals, how she always fussed over his injuries even if it was just a stubbed toe. She remembers that their love was so strong that when her mom disappeared, her father changed almost completely. He searched for her for years, never giving up on finding her. He searched until his inevitable death, leaving behind two children.
â„ïžShe thinks about the what-ifâs. What if sheâs alive out there? If she is, what happened to her and why didnât she come back? What if she never disappeared? Would she be the person caring for her now instead of her brothers? Would she have taught her the ways of a Mandalorian? How to fight like them? Would she have gotten to meet her maternal family? Her mother told her about her aunts, and how she wished they could get along.
â„ïžWould she have been forced to stay with Nala Se and been allowed to interact with her clone brothers more often if her mom was still here? Would her father have even taken that job that got him killed? Would she still see Boba? She canât even remember the last time they had seen each other.Â
â„ïžShe looks at the stars, tears streaming down her face. So deep in thought she doesnât hear the steps coming from behind her or her brother calling her name. Sheâs only knocked out of her thoughts when Crosshair sets his hand on her shoulder and gently shakes. When she looks up at him and he sees her tears, he sits and asks her whatâs wrong.
â„ïžShe at first doesnât want to tell him, telling him sheâs fine. He knows sheâs lying, but doesnât want to make it worse, so he sits silently next to her, rubbing her shoulder. That makes her break down harder, all she could think of was her mom comforting her. She finally tells him that sheâs thinking of their mom. Words spill from her mouth as she finally gets to talk about how much she misses her, without fear of being punished by Lama Su. Crosshair, albeit extremely confused, comforts her to the best of his ability.Â
â„ïžHeâs told everything she knows. How they have a mom, how she disappeared, how the Kaminoans didnât want the clones to know about her after she disappeared. Omega told him about how she was a Mandalorian like Jango, and how she was a part of Clan Kryze.Â
â„ïžShe eventually passes out on Crossâs shoulder, having worn herself out in relief from finally getting this off her chest. Crosshair carries her back to the village. Heâs already formulating a way to find out what happened to their mom, knowing that they donât have a lot to go on, but thatâll make Omega feel better, no matter the outcome. Sheâll finally get the closure she needs, whether their mom is alive or dead. Heâll make sure of it.
A/N: Ok so this is my AU inspired by âA Place Beside Youâ by @areyoufuckingcrazy. Reader is the biological mother of Boba and Omega and had went missing sometime before the Clone Wars started. She's a mandalorian from Clan Kryze (either a cousin or sister, can't decide, but leaning towards sister)
I have an idea on how i want them to find reader and their reunion but I'm flip flopping between reader kind of ending up like Azula and Zuko's mom from ATLA or having her be stuck in carbonite this entire time. Not sure, maybe I'll do both IDK.
Iâm wanting to include the other clones too not just Clone Force 99.
Also in this AU, Tech is alive and he is happy with Phee, because he deserves a happy goddamn ending (I'll get you Filoni).
Also I did my best to keep the description blank other than gender and backstory. Thanks for reading.
nah australians instantly switched over to leather fetish gear, frankenstein trucks, and machine guns the minute shit went south. the UN aid workers got there and saw this
