My Sweet Cat Shadow Taking A Nap On Me.

My sweet cat Shadow taking a nap on me.

I love big brother Rex. He'll protect his kid sister from everything, including the slave outfit.

Rex won't stand by that bs

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Bad Batch, panicking trying to find Crosshair who isn't answering anyone. Lyni walks in

Lyni: "Honey?"

Cross: Immediately pops out, "C'yre?"

So cute!

father-son bonding time

Interview with a Vampire AU

Lily could feel the eyes watching her. It was normal, just keep your head down and walk on. Never let them catch you.

Footsteps following her, no need to panic. Just because you are on the edge of the red light district does not mean they assume you are a whore. Just keep walking and get out of here.

Speed went up a few notches as she hurried forward towards the respectable part of town and away from the slum she really lived. She dodges the hand that grabs at her and stumbles into the wall, and suddenly two men were in front of her. Great.

One of them grinned coldly, "Now, pretty lady. Are you going to let us have some of the pie or not?"

Then an accented voice spoke, "Mon chere Mademoiselle Du Point, how are you this fine evening?"

Seeing a tall, blonde man striding towards them and seeming to be addressing her Lily spoke, "I would be better if these ruffians would not waylay me." She had pulled herself up haughtily and could have sworn the foreigner, probably French, winked at her.

With the wave of his cane, "Shall I send them to route for you Mademoiselle?" The ruff men were moving back and forth, considering if they could take the well dressed. Did they think she was worth trying for?

One of them who smelled of smoke and beer snorted, "Keep 'er." And walked away with his companion.

When they were gone she gave her rescuer a proper curtsy, "Thank you for your help sir." Straightening, "But as you clearly have other plans for tonight I shall take my leave of you."

The mans eyes were laughing, "Mon Chere, please allow me to escort you." Seeing her bite her lip in consideration, "At least permit me to buy you some refreshment."

Studying him, "If only to make you lie believable Mr?"

With a laugh he bowed, "I am Lestat de Lioncourt." Then with a smile, "And you Mademoiselle?"

With a swallow to wet her throat again, "Lily Du Point."

Offering her his arm, "Is that truly your last name?"

Taking his arm with a smile, "Why deny the name you gave me sir?" His laugh rang down the street as they walked together into the night.

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Lesat became a regular part of Lily's life, walking her home from the school in the red light district. She taught the children that such places were bound to produce, in the hopes that at least some of them could get a better life. One that she had not had in her seventeen years.

On the way home Lestat would always insist on eating at a resturant, even if the waiters eyed Lily's common dress with distaste. She did not blame them, everything here was for the upper class. One that Lily was clearly not a part of.

A few months into their friendship, Lestat changed things up and took her to a dress shop. There a young French woman took the order for clothes. To Lily's surprise the produced measuring tape was brought to her. Lestat only smiled, "You shall have the clothes that you deserve Mon Chere."

In those months he had been teaching her french, and she blushed slightly at this endearment. When the young lady was done the unlikely pair left the shop and walked by the river to a picnic that Lestat had arranged for her. They talked for hours under the stars, and listening to the crickets sing. Before Lily gave a jaw cracking yawn that made Lestat laugh and pronounce that it was time to take her home.

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After the new clothes were made, Lily would go to other fancy places with Lestat. Parties, the theatre, everywhere it seemed he would take her. There were whispers and she knew what they were about, the eccentric Frenchman had a new mistress and was shamelessly showing her off.

The only positive thing others would say about it was that at least the girl knew her place. Hardly speaking and staying on the edge so it was easy to ignore her intrusion into their midst. Only going anywhere near the center when the Frenchman took her there.

Lily knew all of this but did not try to deny that she did not belong, she didn't. But she was still going to enjoy the strange ride that Lesat had put her on until it ended. And maybe learn more to teach the children under her care of how to act around the higher classes.

Bad Batch - Afterlife? Hunter

You weren't sure how you got here. You were walking down the street and felt the gunshot, remembered falling to your knees and things going dark. But then you woke up here, surrounded by corridors and people you did not know.

Looking around you heard someone threatening another with death if they continued talking about the dead son they had murdered. So you hurry away from those voices to find yourself in a giant room that looked like a honeycomb. The voices were coming up behind you so you quickly begin to climb down it and hid from people in the shadows of the darkened room.

Quickly darting though the ground floor you found another door that lead to more corridors. Then you realized that you were feeling a breeze and looked at your clothing for the first time. Or your lack of it.

That morning you had dressed in a long sleeved sweater, jeans, and boots due to it being cold out. Now you were wearing a sleeveless garment that fell to your mid thigh, and very little else. Looking around you found that the doors had names on them. Maybe this place had a room for you where you could find a more stable outfit while you figured out what was going on.

Hurrying forward you found that there were less and less female sounds coming from the rooms around you. It was starting to be only male sounds. And that was something you remembered too well from your days as a slave.

You wanted to go back but by now you were well and truly lost. Panicking you started to hear a voice, no multiple voices that sounded almost identical. CLONES!

Instantly you remember the Bad Batch who had helped you a few times before. Specifically the kind eyed Sargent Hunter who had helped and held you against his armour to protect you from the blasts of bombs or gunshots from the few droids still left in the area. Part of you still wondered what it would feel like to have him hold you without the shell between you. Now with a goal in mind you hurried forward asking if anyone had seen him with his longer than normal hair, bandanna and skull tattoo on half of his face. Soon you heard the familiar smoky voice, "Y/N?"

Whirling to see him walking towards you as if in a trance you cry, "Hunter," before running to him and crashing fully into his chest with only his reflexes making sure the pair of you don't fall over. But you don't care as you bury your face into his shoulder and clutch him, feeling his arms go around and finally feeling safe for the first time since you got here.

He must feel you shaking because he softly says, "Hey, I've got you." Rubbing small circles into your lower back with one hand, "I'll keep you safe." He didn't say it but you could feel the promise in his words. Leaning slightly back, "Lets get you somewhere safe." He was checking your eyes and you nod.

Sadly he released you from the hug but kept firm hold of your hand, guiding you though the confusing halls that all look the same with his unerring sense of direction. You couldn't help the smile that crept over your features even as you extended your legs to full capacity to keep up with him. Soon the two of you reached a door which he opened with a code on the side and pulled you in before locking it behind the two of you. He then guided you though the living area and directly to the rooms on the other side, opening one to show a bedroom. Letting go of your hand he goes to the drawers and pulls out sweatpants and a t-shirt that were obviously his, "You'll probably be more comfortable in these," he says as he hands them to you. Before you could respond, "I'll be in the living room when your done."

With the door firmly closed on him leaving you in his room, you quickly change out of the short garment and into his clothes. Enjoying the double comfort of being fully covered and having his smell on the shirt you were wearing you slipped out of the room to find him setting the table for two. Hearing the door open he looked up at you and smiled, "Thank you Hunter," you finally were able to say."

He took a moment to answer you, "It's my pleasure." Swallowing as you cross the room to him, "I thought you might be hungry."

You interrupt him, "You thought right." Going over to the pot on the stove, "This smells delicious."

"It's pomleek soup," you turn back to him where he is now leaning on the counter. Continuing, "It will take a few minutes to warm up if you want to tell me what happened."

Taking a chair at the table you tell him everything from the strange shot that morning until he found you. Finally ending the story as he brings over the bowls of soup for the two of you, "Do you know what this place is?"

Hunter shook his shaggy head, "No, we don't." There is a sigh through his nose as you start eating and you look up at him, "We've gathered some Intel though." You nod and between bites of soup he tells you what they had learned. And together you begin to plan the next steps.