Next commission in the line of "jerking off with the bucket on" the clone that's too cool for this world; Mayday!
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It's not like he has anything better to do, he has been waiting months for supplies to arrive to Barton IV.
Crosshair wasn’t sure which was worse… the relentless rain of Kamino or the savage snow of Barton IV.
Tech sighed. “I can see how this experience has shaped you, and rightly so… It can take laying your own eyes on an issue for your brain to fully grasp and decipher the larger picture at play.”
Crosshair swallowed. “Sometimes, when I close my eyes at night, I imagine what could have been. Mayday surviving the long trek through the snow… or Mayday living a civilian’s life here on Pabu. I wonder why I got such a fate, when he… such a good soul, didn’t.” Crosshair looked at his brother’s attentive face. “...Questions I often stayed up all night contemplating about you.”
Tech noticed his brother’s fragile emotional state and kept up the conversation. “Thoughts, memories… both good and bad… do linger. Life in and of itself is not fair.” Tech placed a warm hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. “You do deserve how your life turned out. Don’t forget or question that.”
Heeeeey , thanks again for the two excellent fics you wrote for me for this beautiful event !💚
For my third resquest , I would like to send you this prompt : "I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark." It's from The Green Mile by Stephen King and I absolutely need to get te book , because I love the movie (I cry each time like a baby).
So I would like to ask this quote , with Maydayxreader , please and thank you💚💚💚
@griffedeloup I'm sorry love for taking so long to respond to the request. But I wanted to give Mayday the best. And I hope you like what I did.
Love oo
P.S. Don't worry I'm still working on the other ones.
We Found Each Other
Warnings: Fluff, kisses, anger at the Empire, lack of care for clones, anger, annoyance, reassurance, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.
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Mayday sat outside the base looking over the barren snow covered landscape. Why the hell the Empire needed them there guarding leftover crates, that everyone seemed to have forgotten, was beyond him.
It made him question, why was he still there? After all he could’ve gone anywhere, but then that would’ve meant leaving his men … and you. He wasn’t about to abandon anyone.
He took in a deep breath letting the fresh cold air wash away the fears that had begun learning in the corners of his mind. The fear that always seemed to be present now. A fear he hadn’t thought he’d have to actually face. It had become more prevalent ever since the Empire took over, an attitude amongst all the Imperial officers that were non-clones, that he and his brethren were considered less than human, if such a thing was even possible, even more so than before the end of the war. Truth was it was only a matter of time before they were all discarded.
He kept his eyes on the horizon, feeling your arms wrap around his waist, the curve of your head pressing against his back. He closed his eyes smiling as he gently rubbed your hands.
“Cyar’ika, what are you doing up?”
You hummed as you pressed closer to him, smiling, “Well, I reached over to cuddle with you, cause I was cold and you weren’t there.”
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He tried to glance over his shoulder to look at you.
“It’s okay.” You gently pressed a kiss to his back, “Bad dream?”
“No.”
“Did something happen today that didn’t allow you to sleep?”
“No.”
“Hmm… okay. Well, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
He let out a sigh, turning to face you, the fingers of his right hand gently trailing up and down your neck, while the one on his left rested on your waist pulling you closer.
“Nothing’s wrong, love.”
“Okay fine, don’t tell me what’s wrong.” You pouted as you looked at him, giving him your best irritated face, even though in reality you could never be irritated by him. Especially since you loved him as strongly as you did.
A quiet chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at you, resting his forehead against yours, “Maker, I love you.”
“I love you, too.” You gently caressed his sides, wrapping your arms around his back and holding him closer. “What happened?” You looked into his eyes, “Tell me.”
He closed his eyes and nodded against your forehead, “They won’t be sending us any new winter gear.”
You pulled back as indignation and anger filled you, “I’M SORRY, WHAT!” Your voice echoed and carried across the barren wasteland. You closed your eyes and waved your hands as you tried to understand what Mayday was telling you.
Despite the fact he kept calling your name over and over, trying to calm you down, the anger you felt only seemed to grow.
Your eyes were full of fury when they opened again and looked at him, “You’re telling me… those …” you tried to think of the most appropriate term that didn’t involve cursing, “you’re telling me those mother-loving sister-marrying jackasses can’t even bother to send us some new gear. After looking after their piece of crap cargo!” You turned around and began to storm towards the communication room, “Oh. Just wait till I get on the comms with whoever made that decision. They’ll regret the day they were born.”
Mayday laughed as he reacted quickly, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back holding you against him. “Calm down, my little fire-breathing krayt dragon.”
His nickname for you always managed to get you to at least listen, maybe not completely calm down, but stop you at the very least before you did something incredibly stupid. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.
“You rushing over there and yelling at whoever answers the comm will only make things worse. Not better.”
You closed your eyes and nodded knowing he was right. Gods how you wished you could make everything better for him. For his brothers. For all of them.
“I know. I know. But it just … it feels like it’s a constant darkness that we’re walking through. If it’s not one thing it’s another. And even though the war is technically ‘over,’ it feels like we have to work twice as hard just to survive. All because you and your brothers are clones, and I’m someone who fell in love with a clone.” You held on to his arms as they tightened around you, “It’s not fair. Not to you. Not to your brothers. Not to anyone.”
Mayday closed his eyes, breathing in your scent, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Did you know I had a dream?”
“Did you dream you killed whoever was in charge?”
He chuckled, “No. Although that would’ve been a good dream too.” He teased, “No. I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark. So it’s okay that we constantly are in the darkness, because we found each other and we’ll continue to find each other. So let them throw anything at us, let them try and break us, but we’re strong and we won’t give in. As long as I have you in my arms, I can weather any storm.”
You let out a defeated sigh, turning to look at him, “You deserve better. You all do.”
“And so do you, cyare.” He gently traced your cheek, “We’ll get through this, and we can try and figure out ways of keeping the cold out of my and the boys’ armour. We’ll survive this too.”
You nodded, threading your fingers through his as you held his hand and guided him back to the quarters you both shared.
