For Torrent, it's a fun night out at 79s. For Dogma, it's slow torture. When he sees a chance to escape, he takes it. Will he get a break, or will his night end in tears?
Thorn is completely fine - hugs and kisses are the ultimate magic cure for all injuries.
I'm already working on something for J3 with a more Mandalorian flavor, so I took a different pose with a similar spirit B1). I hope you don't mind @wolviecat ^^
Ship dynamics are always like Sunshine and Sunshine protector~ Cinnamon roll and their grumpy one 🤗 Well what about 2 cunts. They're both cunts and that's the dynamic. cunt4cunt.
One of my favorite character dynamics is "queerplatonic bonded pair with a concerning level of codependence but after all the trauma they've been through together is probably the only reason they're still functioning and also they're both dumbasses"
Tech turned away from the rain splattered window to where Crosshair was lounging on the bed at the back of the ship, looking bored. He had only been on the island an hour before a storm rolled in. It wasn't bad enough that Tech couldn't pilot in it, but the risk seemed unfounded if all Crosshair needed to do was stay the night on the ship. He seemed fine with the idea, so Tech hadn't pushed. Crosshair enjoyed his sleep anyway, if books or holos weren't on the menu. His brother had taken to laying on Tech's single bed while Tech had claimed the pilot seat with his datapad. And all had been well.
Well… until now.
Tech wings had twitched at the words, aching for touch and puffing out defensively in equal measure. It was uncomfortable, the loose feathers he had, from his failed attempts at flight to the strong winds earlier in the day, his wings were in rough shape. And he couldn't reach them. Honestly he was thinking of ways to knock the loosened quills out when he was alone again. The thought of rolling on the ground or rubbing on a tree hadn't sounded dignified but it was getting quite irritating.
But here was a solution.
It wasn't as if Crosshair had not seen him in worse states. But it was more an aftereffect of how he had gotten the wings in the first place, they flickered lightly at the thought, the scarring twinging, still stressed from the usage of the day.
“Tech.”Crosshair sighed, his voice equal parts irritated as it was comforting. “I know it's uncomfortable, just come here and let me help.” He looked earnest. Tech signed and let himself be pulled towards the request.
Crosshair's hands pawed at Tech’s shirt, one specially made to tie up the side so his wings would fit in a large hole in the back, but Tech paused them.
“I have…severe scarring.” Tech said quietly.
“I guessed, from how you hold your wings sometimes.”
“ Do not be upset.”
Crosshair huffed, “I killed that fucker and I'm upset everyday I don't get to do it again.”
Tech lips twitched up, “I know…but this is me. It cannot be changed. So I want to move on.”
“ Then come back to Pabu-”
“You see how they look at me Crosshair, I'm a spectacle. It is…exhausting, if I'm being frank.”
“If you're there long enough they'll get over it. The kid misses you.”
“Hmm.” Tech replied, but lowered his hands to let Crosshair start at the ties. It took no time at all for the shirt to be tossed to the side, Tech's wings stretching out as much as they could in the space on instinct alone. The orange tips of them hit the edge of the walls on either side of the ship.
“Well I see why'd they’d stare.” Crosshair said, his voice a bit high. Tech rolled his eyes, folded his wings again to turn his back on display.
Crosshair's voice was grave, “I should have taken my time with that bastard.”
Tech hummed but did reply otherwise, suddenly nervous. But the feeling didn't last for long as fingers slid up the scarring and into the base of his wings. He felt flush, the heat pooling in his gut like a gunshot and he groaned. Loudly. His wings beating hard once, the pain of them hitting the cabinets made the feeling recede a bit. Tech panted, his hand had reached out the grab at a railing by the bed, anything to keep him on his feet.
It was silent besides the rain.
“I-” Tech fumbled the words, his face flushed. He cleared his throat. “I apologize.”
“Did that hurt?” Crosshair's voice sounded shocked.
Tech swallowed, “No. Quite the opposite.”
“Oh?” Crosshair's voice was curious now, and that was never a good thing.
“Crosshair-” Tech warning turned into a gasp as Crosshair thumbs ran over the very base of both wings, gently. Too soft. Not enough but overwhelming all at once. Tech buried a grunt into his elbow, his head bowed.
“Mmm.” Crosshair purred, pulling firmly at them again before running his fingers roughly through the feathers.
Tech whimpered and Crosshair was pulling at him until he let go of the rail. Sliding down to sit between Crosshair’s open legs, he grunted as a tongue licked roughly over his neck and hands stroked harshly over his wings. Tech's hands found Crosshair’s thighs and grabbed hard at the meat of them, groaning loudly. Tongue turned into teeth, biting hard into Tech's neck suddenly, while Crosshair's thumbs rubbed tight circles at the base of Tech's wings.
Tech gasped out what could have been Crosshair's name, his wings slapped out hard, arching up and outward as he came with a sharp sound. He slumped backwards in Crosshair’s chest with a sigh, panting open-mouthed, his wings laid out limply over the sheets. A gravely voice chuckled into his ear.
“Maybe I should stay here with you, just to see what else they can do.” A finger ran gently over the top of a wing and Tech trembled at the feeling.
Maybe they weren't so bad. In the scheme of it all.
During a stop-off on Kamino, Ponds takes a chance and propositions Alpha-17 for a bit of fun. They have more in common than either first think.
Content warnings: explicit sexual content, referenced past canonical torture resulting chronic pain and scarring that Alpha-17 is self-conscious about, feelings of alienation, and non-specific anxiety issues expressing themselves in what would be reckless behaviour if Ponds were less competent. Sexual humour and banter because despite all that this is not a dark fic.
This was written for the @cloneshiprarepair event, for the Kamino Based Clones card on the bingo board. Once again, sliding in right at the end of the featured month lmao
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