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zahri-melitor · 4 months

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In terms of trying to transplant how Dick’s generation grew up to independent adult heroes onto Tim’s generation, one of the significant issues is that the two groups have very different backstories.

The Fab Five and their generation were largely cared for children with present guardians during their teen years. Their ‘growing up’ rebellion moments were about wanting to establish their own identities separate to their parent/guardian. Then once NTT occurred and new young adult characters were added to it, you had a bunch who were escaping overbearing guardians with expectations the young adult didn’t want to fulfil, and leaving trauma behind.

The Core Four and other 90s heroes, in contrast, were mostly latchkey kids. They had loving but absent parents and parental figures. They were largely expected to grow up and show they were independent in their early teens. The arcs of their stories were not about growing up and finding themselves and ‘be your own person’, but about learning to trust others and interdependency and working together.

Like the shape of a Fab Five story is ‘in my preteens or earlier a Disaster Happened and I was taken in by a hero who cared for me and taught me the business as their sidekick. Then around 18-20 I moved out to live in a sharehouse with my friends as I wanted to find who I was outside of the shadow of being a sidekick’.

While…Tim’s generation largely aren’t sidekicks in the same sense. The shape of THEIR stories are of ‘teenager with largely absent adults is expected to grow up and show emotional maturity too early’. It’s actually notable that Tim, Kon and Bart all have long term story arcs that involve gaining a stable household right near the end.

Kon’s entire solo is the story of how he is neglected and exploited by every adult around him. He doesn’t have parents. He’s Peter Pan, the little boy who cannot grow up, who lives without parental expectation. He’s a celebrity kid exploited by Rex Leech and by CADMUS, who’s expected by those around him to act in an adult manner and held to that standard while simultaneously specifically being underage and not having the right to make his own decisions. His final arc in Superboy is about being so abandoned he doesn’t even have CADMUS to depend on anymore so he has to find an apartment and a job (the building superintendent) and is expected to act and function like an adult in that position. Superboy #59 (FIFTY NINE) is when Kon finally gets his own name. Superboy #100 is ABOUT Kon moving in with Jonathan and Martha Kent and finally having a stable home environment where he can be a child. Heck Kon’s already had a story where he’s ‘married’ and responsible for a kid. He’s had solo space adventures.

Bart’s solo is about Bart and Max learning to be a family together, but also: Bart’s childhood didn’t contain parents. Meloni turns up occasionally through his solo and loves him but also has to disappear away back to the 30th century at the end of each appearance. The final arc of Bart’s solo is about him moving in with Jay and Joan Garrick for more stability, because Max has disappeared (and stays disappeared). And then, post his solo, Bart even already has HAD an arc where he had to grow up and assume the Flash mantle (which went horribly wrong and led to his death).

Tim? Tim’s entire solo is about upheaval and change. The first time he’s expected to behave as an independent hero, not a sidekick, is literally Robin #1 when Azbats kicks him out of the Cave. Jack threatens to send him away to boarding school on multiple occasions and DOES for the Brentwood arc. He loses Jack, he loses Dana, he moves out to be a hero caring for his own city at 16, in Bludhaven post War Games. Bruce’s adoption of Tim was all about giving him back that sense of stability and support so that Tim had people backing him up again in his personal life and not only as a hero. And then he does the ‘leave and get a new identity’ thing during Red Robin.

And Cassie? Cassie starts with a loving mother and her story arc over becoming a hero is about periods of operating on her own. She moves away from her mum to go to Elias School. Due to operating as a hero under her own name she eventually has to come up with the alias of Drusilla Priam to give herself a non-public identity to retreat to (and isn’t living with Helena Sandsmark but renting on her own during this period to protect Helena).

This is a set of characters for whom it makes no narrative sense to tell a story of them growing up by ‘moving out and finding their own identity as separate heroes’ because their entire PAST is about being alone and looking for connections and people to rely upon. They haven’t been looking for their mentors to accept them as independent adults, they’ve been looking to their mentors to be present and work with them.

They have already all BEEN through the steps of moving out (while underage) and learning to look after themselves as nobody else was there to support them. Growing up for them is about learning to trust and be respected for the skills they already have and trusted to know what they’re doing, rather than leaving to show they can operate independently.

And that’s a harder narrative to show, because it’s a less common growth story in our culture. But in the Core Four’s case, I’d argue a lot of the traditional signifiers of adulthood (moving out; moving away for education; taking responsibility for a city on their own; travelling for quests) are things they were already expected to do while still significantly underage, and so sending them through that plot again isn’t showing anything new to allow them growth. What they need is the adults around them to treat them as adults for the things they already can and do do.

#dc meta #core four v fab five

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eepyuii · 5 months

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frostbite — pt. 2

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; swearing, a LOT of canon archon quest yappery (sorry)

note ; part two baybee!! in comparison to the ao3 version of this, i’ve decided to merge the chapters two by two to make them seem longer and since so far, i’ve only written five- next one might take a little longer to come out. or maybe i’ll just post chapter 5 stand-alone, who knows

also i’ve got a taglist now!

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your arrival in liyue harbor goes less than stellar.

the port is packed full of people who are either confused or outraged at the line of millelith soldiers who refuse to let anyone through. you end up waiting in a line for an annoying amount of time, up until you’re finally attended to by a soldier.

“i’m sorry but liyue harbor is not accepting in any tourists, we are trying to keep our… current situation under control as best we can while investigations are still in order, i hope you can understand.” the millelith states formally.

“oh, well err- i’m no tourist, i was born in liyue harbor! my parents migrated from overseas many years ago and i was just on a leisurely trip to snezhnaya, haha…” you lie through your teeth.

the mere mention of snezhnaya sets off the most minute reaction in the millelith solider, hence why you’re under a fake identity to begin with. you politely hand him a folder with forged documents so gracefully provided to you by your employers and pray to your lucky stars- and, well, tsaritsa, that it’s good enough for him to let you pass.

the soldier remains neutral for a few seconds as he eyes through the paper.

“very well. but please behave in an orderly fashion inside the city, as i said the trail on the ahem- incident is still fresh. welcome home.”

it takes a lot out of you not to snort at the welcome.

the poor naïve man truly wasn’t lying- the inside of the harbor was just as tumultuous as the outside. people in the streets gather in small groups and anxiously whisper their worries to each other. but most of all, they eye you suspiciously like you were the one to stab a sword through rex lapis with the entire harbor watching. you’d say they’re within reason to do so, losing their protector god and all.

you wouldn’t call yourself the most devoted of subjects but you’d also hate to imagine a snezhnaya without the tsaritsa so… benevolently

watching over it. challenging the heavenly principles like she has would certainly cause a catastrophic bite in the ass for the nation if she were to perish. maybe you could be a devoted subject enough to prevent that from happening.

drowning in a whirlpool of your own thoughts, you don’t even realize you’re already standing in front of the northland bank branch of liyue harbor. you try to walk inside as discreetly as possible, so as to not raise any suspicion toward you from the millelith or civilians and to not disturb the workers inside the bank.

unfortunately your efforts are in vain, because you’re recognized immediately.

“ah, sergeant y/n! we were expecting that you would arrive soon. please, allow me to take care of your luggage.” calls out the receptionist, ekaterina.

not only does she practically announce your arrival, she does it while the very bane of your existence is present in the main hall of the bank, formerly distracted as he spoke to a blonde woman in the strangest garments you’ve ever seen and a uh… floating baby?

childe’s ears, no- his entire body, almost instinctively perk up at the mention of your name and he abruptly stops his sentence midway through to look over to the entrance, to you.

“y/n? what in the name of the tsaritsa are you doing here?” he inquires, eyebrows furrowed with the purest of confusions. that is until he remembers the traveler and paimon are still present and most definitely more perpexled than he is.

so he decides to save face before anything else.

“missed me too much?” childe adds cockily.

your eyes almost roll on their own accord. “whatever you’d like to tell yourself. unfortunately, they decided to station me here to help… stabilize the situation, surely that has nothing to do with you screwing up?”

he scoffs. “there’s been nothing to screw up. in fact, the situation is plentiful under control and we’ve already devised a plan to solve it. your intrusion is unneede-”

“wh- you big liar! we literally met after you kicked a bunch of millelith butt in broad daylight! we’ve been stumbling up and down these past few days just to clear our names.” the floating baby speaks up.

you cock your head to the side at the revelation with curiosity and just a smidgen of smugness.

“and you! don’t think just because paimon likes making fun of childe doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. we heard what the lady called you, you’re fatui just like mr. pants-on-fire over here. just who are you anyway?!” the floating baby glides over to you with an accusatory finger pointed and a suspicious squint to her eyes.

the blonde woman, who’s been radio silent this entire time, merely puts a hand on the floating one’s shoulder to pull her back, though she also looks wary of you.

childe laughs at the display and holds out a formal hand as to introduce you. “traveler, paimon, this is y/n, my.. coworker as you can obviously tell. don’t worry though, they’re not a bad guy or kind of a bad guy like me, you have nothing to worry about. they’re actually an amazingly talented battle medic and head nurse of the fatui, that’s why they carry the sergeant title.”

you’re taken aback for a brief moment at the unexpected praise. you were waiting for just a formal introduction of your position in the fatui, or even one that contained a little snarky comment about your attitude towards him. but no, he only complimented your talents. it’s almost a little too courtly too.

“y/n, this is the traveler and paimon. these two not from around here but they unfortunately managed to land right in the bullseye of the incident and are being considered murder suspects. i’m merely helping them clear their names.”

ah, there’s the kicker. he’s “helping” those two.

you know childe well enough to comprehend that he wouldn’t just help some strangely dressed bystanders if he didn’t think he could snake his way into benefit, in this case most likely the geo gnosis. that’s why he’s trying to make somewhat of a good image for himself and those associated. conniving bastard.

then again, takes one to know one.

“so it’s true then, rex lapis is dead.” you hum. “but why has the millelith jumped to the conclusion that it was a murder so quickly? what exactly happened in the rite of descension?”

“weeell, the ceremony was starting just fine and dandy when suddenly the sky got unusually dark and then- bam! thunder strikes and this huge amber dragon drops dead from the sky.” paimon explains dramatically before shivering.

“eugh… really gave paimon the heebie-jeebies… then, the tianquan went over to examine the body and immediately announced it was a murder.”

“interesting.. did the dragon seem to have any visible injuries? any slashes or punctures? weapons sticking out of his body?”

“it’s tricky to say, as i was just relaying onto the traveler before you arrived, the qixing have long since confiscated the exuvia and are refusing to let anyone see it.” childe joins in, looking down pensively with a hand on his chin.

“it feels too early to draw any conclusions but paimon can confidently say it was not us and our names are squeaky clean! either way, we should get going- we’ve done so much walking up mountains since we got here and it’s making paimon famished.”

“see, you keep saying that but you still float, paimon-“ you hear the traveler say as the pair turns to leave.

“oh shush, you!!”

the air between the remaining two of you is thick with awkwardness. you decide to be one to break it once the traveler and paimon are well away from earshot.

“so, how will your charitable little side quest tie into getting the gnosis?”

“hah, you’ve barely arrived and you’re looking so far ahead?”

“aren’t you? in fact, didn’t you say you’d already ‘devised plan to solve it’ and that my presence was ‘unneeded’?” you question, accentuating the quotings in your sentence with a less than half-assed impression of childe’s own pesky tone at the time.

“jeez, i do not sound like that-“

“not the point-“

“yes yes, whatever… for the record i do already have a plan.” he admits. “unfortunately for you, doc, it is a bit airtight and therefore- your interference is unneeded.”

“y’know what, you’re right. if someone like you is describing their plans as airtight then maybe it’s best if i stay out of its splash zone.” you bite back and childe scoffs.

“who even ordered you be sent here?”

the malicious grin grows on your face with haste.

“the jester.”

“wha-?! argh, that old man…”

—

“ekaterina?”

“yes- how may i help you, sergeant?”

“what would be your recommendations for restaurants ‘round here?”

evening was nearing and you could feel the emptiness eating at your stomach from the inside. the few days that had passed of your stay in liyue were remarkably unremarkable. half of your time was spent cooped up in northland bank with diplomatic or medical paperwork while the other half was you doing whatever discreet investigation inside the city that you could, up to little avail.

childe was moving forward with his scheming while effectively keeping you completely in the dark from it- well not completely, as he wasn’t the only stubborn one out of the two of you. some intel about his flawless, artful plan had “slipped out” (meaning you pried it out of ekaterina) and come to your knowledge- for example, today he’d be going out to meet with the traveler and paimon for another meeting with one of his… contacts, he called it. you just didn’t know where.

luckily your source of discovering that had just walked through the door.

“welcome, friend of childe! and congratulations on the first day of your illustrious career with the fatui.” ekaterina greets formally and you’re too late to stop yourself from visibly cringing.

“i have no intention of joining the fatui.” the traveler says curtly.

“you sound remarkably sure of yourself… remember, we are mere mortals- our ideas are fluid like water. only the tsaritsa truly has a will as solid as permafrost.”

you huff at the receptionist’s straightforwardness.

“i’m sure we can maintain.. beneficial connections without anyone signing away their names. why don’t we keep to the matter of this visit?” with a slightly forced business smile, you try to ease the traveler’s stone-like expression. thought, if you were in her shoes you believe you’d react much the same.

and you would sure as hell never recommend for someone to join the fatui.

“hm, yes, back to the matter at hand- childe tells me that he has upheld his end of your agreement.”

“what agreement? ..oh, the thing about him helping us find a guy?” paimon inquires.

“correct. childe promised he would find someone to break the stalemate. and harbingers do not break their promises lightly.”

this time you succeed in internalizing your reaction to the comment- from your personal experience, childe did not exactly fit that concept. but there was no time for dwelling on that now.

“ah, where is that guy anyway?”

“childe is currently at liuli pavilion.”

bingo.

“liuli pavilion?” you ask.

“oh, oh! paimon knows this one!” paimon exclaims, proceeding to give an insight of the rival cooking styles of liyue and you almost admire how dedicated she is to liking food so… academically. you’re half zoning out at their conversation when your stomach traitorously growls for all ears to hear.

“hey, y/n, why don’t you join us? you’re a friend of childe’s too afterall!” the floating guide propositions naively.

“ah err… i-i wouldn’t describe it like that, plus, i wasn’t invited to this meeting. i’d hate to intrude.” you try to wave it off. while this could be your current best chance at receiving more context on their investigation, you’d rather not do it where childe would catch onto you.

“well it won’t hurt to ask him! c’mon, at least walk with us, you’ll have to find a place to eat anyway.” paimon drags you by the sleeve out of northland bank, along with the traveler, with unexpected strength in her grasp.

the streets are bustling with people, walking back and forth as they also step out to guarantee themselves some dinner. the crowd covers the sight of liuli pavilion’s entrance and it’s not until you’ve actually arrived that childe sees you.

he looks no less than befuddled.

“aha, y-you’ve made it…” he laughs awkwardly, clearly not expecting the current situation to ever occur. “care to explain the plus one?”

“they’re just that! they were also looking for a place to eat so we invited them to join us.” paimon contextualizes, oblivious to the silent glare battle taking place between the two of you.

“w-well anyhow-“ childe effectively retreats from the as promised, i’ve found someone who can help you. someone who can solve the mystery of why the liyue qixing would hide the geo archon’s vessel.”

“so.. where is he? in liuli pavilion?”

“he certainly is. come, i’ll… introduce you.” he intends to sound cheerful but the last part of his sentence comes out the smidgen most strained as his eyes flicker to you momentarily.

“i took the liberty of setting up a business dinner, as per liyue custom.”

the traveler and paimon walk ahead and get distracted with the warm welcome of the restaurant’s staff while you and childe try not to jump to an argument then and there.

“trust me, i resisted this impromptu invite as much as i could.” you mutter, preferring to look at the surroundings rather than the harbinger beside you.

“good, because you won’t be joining anyway.” he replies coldly as he starts walking inside ahead of you.

“at least let me see the damn restaurant first, maybe i won’t join your table but that doesn’t mean i won’t eat there.”

“how will i know you’re not listening in on our busine-“

“childe? y/n? c’mon, let’s get to our table!” paimon calls out from further into the pavilion.

as you round to the reserved table, you see a brown-haired man in refined amber clothing seated at the far end of it, tea in hand. somehow you think you’ve seen him before but only out in the streets, perhaps at third-round knockout listening to the storyteller at the front tables.

“yes yes, i’m here.” childe steps up, half-sheepish at his late arrival. “unfortunately, y/n won’t be joining us as they have other matters to attend to.” he says like you’re not standing right beside him.

“really? but y/n didn’t say anything, plus, they seemed like they were awfully hungry-“

“forgive the intrusion but, childe, might this be the same y/n you’ve mentioned before?”

the man at the table joins in and childe looks like he’s promptly died on the spot. you, however, look elated at the revelation.

so elated that you don’t see the flush of red that plagues childe’s face and ears.

“why yes, i might just be.” the grin on your face seems only friendly to the other three and only the harbinger feels it’s real sting of triumph.

“then, please, let us all eat together.”

you all waste no more time to do so, childe sits on the man’s right, you sit beside him while the traveler and paimon mirror you on the other side- well, paimon at least floats on top of the chair.

“allow me to introduce mr. zhongli, consultant to an organization known as wansheng… and a trusted associate of the fatui.”

“wansheng?” the traveler asks.

“indeed.” the redhead answers. “wansheng’s line of work can be… sensitive at times. let’s just say they understand when discretion is needed. and we, the fatui, have always been glad to do business with friends who walk in the shadows.”

“w-walk in the shadows..?” paimon shivers.

“it is an honor to meet you. i have heard tell of you from mondstat.” zhongli turns to you. “you as well, doctor, i have been meaning to arrange for us to meet ever since hearing word of you from childe.”

you’re pleasantly surprised by him calling you doctor for a moment, as no one has ever really referred to you in such a respectful manner. sure, childe and others have called you “doc” playfully but never fully doctor.

and then you remember who the title is usually reserved for.

“discretion… shadows… ah! is wansheng some kind of business involving… ‘dealing’ with people?” paimon panics.

“indeed. it is as you have guessed.”

“ahh!!” she screams.

“don’t worry, wansheng is a funeral parlor.” you assure her amusedly and paimon’s fear shifts to confusion.

zhongli cluelessly nods in affirmation. “the wansheng funeral parlor organizes burials. we ensure that those who pass on do so in peace.”

“e-eh?”

you hear childe laugh warmly from beside you, the warmest you’ve heard from him in years. “did you think he was some sort of hired killer? the fatui calls many such people friends, but the wansheng funeral parlor does not dabble in such business… well, ostensibly.”

“ostensibly?” you question.

“well, they are still- ah, i shouldn’t say too much. in any case, i brought you to meet mr. zhongli because…”

“because i can bring you to see rex lapis’ vessel.” the consultant follows up plainly.

“what?!” exclaims paimon.

“ha, don’t be so surprised. sure, the geo archon’s body has been squirreled away by order of the tianquan ningguang… but first, let’s hear what mr. zhongli has to say, shall we?”

how childe managed to hide such a supposed fatui associate, an insanely useful one at that, from you with all the snooping around you’d been doing is beyond your mortal comprehension. what baffles you even more is his unwavering determination to keep you as far away from the entire operation as possible, going against the order of your involvement that came directly from not only dottore, the very second fatui harbinger, but also the director of all of the fatui himself.

unfortunately you’ll still need to wait until zhongli preaches his tale before you get to strangle childe where he stands.

“rex lapis may be the prime of adepti, but he is ultimately an adeptus. many adepti have left us over the millennia- this is the inexorable trend.”

zhongli turns to the traveler. “the times have changed- you must have felt it too when you were at jueyun karst.” with the travelers confirmation, he continues. “as you have seen, the time of adepti is ending, and the time of mankind is slowly dawning.”

the dinner proceeds with talks of the rite of passing and as the traveler and zhongli become more well acquainted, they all agree to leave liuli pavilion and further discuss their arrangements.

“you can go if you want to, don’t worry about me. i might just have a few more drinks…” childe dismisses the two travelers.

“and me also. somebody needs to teach a certain other someone how to use chopsticks if we’re to stay in liyue for a good while.” you imply half-jokingly, grateful that the two get on their way quick so you can give the redhead beside you an exclusive earful.

as you feel your cheeks start to warm with the burn of the alcohol, you down decisively the last one of your drinks for the night and slam the cup on the table with vigor.

“am i some sort of joke to you?”

childe almost chokes on his own beverage at the suddenness. “e-excuse me?”

“actually no, let me rephrase that- do you think it’s funny to play around with the job i’ve been assigned here and purposefully leave me to wander around streets i don’t know like a bumbling idiot while you keep contacts like mr.fucking-rex-lapis-historian under your belt?” you practically bark.

“y/n, please, i think you might’ve drank too mu-“

“answer the question or so help me celestia, i will leave this restaurant with my hands as red as that stupid scarf of yours.”

the harbinger huffs. “alright alright! no i don’t think it’s funny to do… all of what you said. but i don’t think that’s fair- this is my mission and it’s been running smoothly since before you even got here. at least i thought it was until they decided to send more manpower with zero forewarning, do you know how insulting that is?”

“how is it insulting to have backup in case something goes wrong? that’s all i’m here for- to help, and ideally help with the investigation. but i can’t do that if i don’t know where the hell jueyun karst is, much less where else to go to look for clues.”

childe only sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingertips. “you’re right… i shouldn’t alienate you from what’s your assignment too. but let me keep up with my plan for now and if something goes awry, i’ll call you. i’ll fill you in on it tomorrow morning.”

you nod firmly- easier than you thought it’d be.

“now will you please teach me how to use these damned sticks?”

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phoenixyfriend · 20 days

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Will you share what makes you ship Anakin/Cody? It's a pairing I'd never have considered, so I'm really curious what makes you interested in it!

This is an interesting question for a few reasons, but I think I should link this post first.

One of the ship dynamics I gravitate towards, especially for Anakin, is 'incredibly powerful/skilled person who is desperate to please, and the person who is largely unimpressed with their baseline level of skill and power, but will genuinely and meaningfully praise/acknowledge the thing they put a real effort into.'

I think Cody is really, really unimpressed with Anakin's shenanigans, and he shows it. He's a walking raised eyebrow with "and?" hanging in the air. He knows Anakin is powerful and great with droids, but can he hold his temper? Can he remember and implement the battle plan that Rex drew up? Can he [redacted horny challenge]?

Anakin wants to impress Cody, and Cody wants Anakin to behave, but also Cody wants to see what makes Anakin tick. He's a very strange and emotional man, and that's a bit of a challenge to figure out and settle, and Cody imo likes a challenge.

In my mind, they didn't love or hate each other on first sight, they were just... wary. Cody had just spent a few weeks getting to know his new boss, and said new boss had mentioned his brother-son at least twice an hour. Cody goes in knowing that Anakin is reckless, but a genius, and lacking in common sense. He's emotional and forgets to sleep when he dedicates himself to a task, and is still getting used to his new arm because he tried to fight a Sith Lord 1v1.

Anakin comes into this situation knowing that Cody is competent, and that Obi-Wan describes him as a good man, and that the two seem to get along pretty well. Being Anakin, he's a little worried about getting replaced, but this is someone Obi-Wan has to work with, and it seems to be on the up and up, but they've had a few weeks to get to know each other without him there, so he's anxious, because in Anakin's mind he is the only person that should ever be Obi-Wan's SiC, but also, Obi-Wan likes this guy alright and the guy in question has managed to keep Obi-Wan and a bunch of soldiers alive so far, so he can't be that bad, so Anakin should try to get along with him, or Obi-Wan will be disappointed, or even upset, and Anakin can't deal with that right now.

So they meet and it's awkward and they try to settle into a working relationship of some kind, and it mostly is... okay. Anakin snaps and gets aggressive sometimes, but Cody is just a wall to it. This isn't great for Anakin, personally, who's used to 'not taking this shit, will wait silently for you to stop being a dick with obvious judgement' from people like Windu, but it works. Cody doesn't enjoy Anakin's behavior, nobody does, but he can deal with it and he's seen a couple brothers come through injury-and-prosthesis with a short temper, so like. Sure. Whatever.

But then Anakin starts coming to Cody for help with tactics and strategy, because Obi-Wan is busy, but Cody is basically Anakin's peer, right? And Cody was super trained in this? And that determination from Anakin to get good at war--whether it's for the sake of Anakin's own ego and need to excel at everything, or for the sake of keeping Cody's own brothers alive--sparks some interest from Cody. Anakin is trying. He's not good at it, not yet, but he's sharp and he asks good questions, and he doesn't doubt Cody's expertise... at least, not too often.

But Anakin does that to Obi-Wan, too, so Cody doesn't take it personally. This is just Anakin's personality. It's a flaw.

It helps that Anakin is pretty. Cody knows everyone can tell. He's not the only one that's noticed.

Then Anakin gets promoted, they split for a few months of Anakin leading his own legion across the galaxy, and the legions come back together for Christophsis or something, and Cody gets to see that Anakin is more confident now, rather than just bluster and arrogance, that it's in his walk, in how comfortable he is with the arm, in the fact that he grasps Rex's battle plans with an ease that takes even some brother's a while to learn.

And Anakin still, the second they are in proximity, wants approval. Some of it from Obi-Wan, obviously, but some of it from Cody, too.

Cody likes that. He likes that this incredibly powerful, widely respected Jedi (who happens to be very pretty and basically the same age as Cody himself) wants his approval. Wants his attention. Wants to know that he's doing a good job.

Wants a firm hand to tell him when he's wrong, and to praise him when he's right, and to force him to still and settle when he's about to jitter out of his skin.

I think Cody finds Anakin fascinating before he finds him charming or forms an emotional bond with him, but it's a solid place to start from.

(And Anakin just... latched onto a person that was Good At Thing that paid him attention and then gave him positive feedback.)

(That's like half my Anakin ships, though. It is very easy to make this boy fall in love. The real challenge is figuring out how the other person reacts to Anakin being... Intense.)

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zoeykallus · 6 months

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Hi!!

Just found your blog and I love it!!

Could I get some headcanons of the 501st standing up for/protecting their ftm trans jedi?

Aloha!

I'm late, I know 😅 Sorry! Better later than never, I guess 😬 (I actually hate that phrase)

You should know, I have no experience whatsoever about this topic, at all, but I'll try my best to not be an ignorant idiot 😅 Please let me know if I failed 🙈

Let me see what I can do for you 😊

Rex/Fives/Hardcase/Echo/Jesse/Heavy/Kix x FTM Trans Jedi!Reader HCs - Who You Really Are

Warnings: Bullying/Hurt/Comfort

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Rex

He has never questioned who you are or how you identify yourself. You are his general, and that takes precedence over everything else for Rex. He doesn't allow himself an opinion on the subject, he's far too disciplined and loyal for that. Apart from that, he thinks it's none of his business, it's nobody's business but your own. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't have an opinion about other people's behavior towards you. On the contrary. Rex has a strong sense of justice and decency. You are sitting at dinner when you hear someone muttering. Rex is sitting across from you at the cantina. Every now and then you eat together there, among other things, to discuss missions and the like. "Is the general a woman or a man now?" one of the clones mumbles to his colleagues. "Was a woman, is now a man or wants to be one," says another. The murmuring continues, and you sigh softly, your shoulders tensing, but you decided not to let on. Rex looks up from his plate, glances at you, then past you to the more or less whispering clones. His gaze meets with one of the soldiers. "How about you shut up and worry about things that really concern you?" he growls, his voice rough and impatient.

"Sorry Captain!" Another says, "We can talk about whatever we want here." Rex clutches his spoon, so tightly it bends in his grip. "But not about our general. Show some respect, soldiers! Eat now and shut up, or I'll make you eat your own feet." You take a deep breath and have to grin as it suddenly gets quiet behind you. Rex threats are never taken lightly. Rex changes the subject to the upcoming mission and talks to you as if nothing has happened. You are grateful for his calm, decency and respect.

Echo

If you ask him, he would prefer to stay out of it completely. It's none of his business, Echo thinks to himself. And he keeps to it. He doesn't ask prying questions, he doesn't question his general, not at all. Echo is as disciplined, loyal and dutiful as ever. For him, basically nothing has changed, and he likes to say that to other soldiers who comment or discuss your transformation behind your back. "Nothing has changed, this is still our general, just as capable and righteous as before. Just as reliable as before. So I don't see any point in why we should discuss any motives or question our general." You can rely on Echo. He is a good advisor, an excellent soldier, very decent and dutiful. With him by your side, you don't have to worry about your back. Echo respects you because he knows how reliable you are. Everything else on the surface may be whatever. The only thing that matters to him is that you are still a good general, Echo doesn't have much patience with soldiers or people who question that because of your transformation, because one has nothing to do with the other.

Fives

You'll have to forgive his curiosity, but he asks you a lot of questions when he first finds out. Fives is as respectful as possible, though. As curious as he is, he doesn't forget who you are, his general. Fives is curious, lively, even impulsive at times. But he's also smart and a disciplined soldier; he didn't become an ARC soldier for nothing. Of course, he notices that not all of his brothers have the same respect or understanding, to behave decently enough towards you. In front of these brothers, he very publicly stands up for you, speaks highly of you as a general.

And now and then he secretly plays a trick on one or the other brother, he doesn't want to publicly fight and act like a wildling, but he thinks there has to be punishment. So he does it the most fun way he knows, with pranks. Salted caf, pink dye in shampoo, shrunk blacks and glued helmets are just a few things his not so respectful brothers have to endure. He also doesn't mince words in front of strangers or even other Jedi, should he have the feeling that they behave inappropriately towards you. He is fascinated by you, by your courage, your determination. Fives admires what you do, your transformation requires a lot of strength, courage and stamina, judging by how outsiders often deal with it.

"You're probably the bravest general the 501st has ever had". You raise your eyebrows and ask, "Braver than Skywalker?" Fives grins, "Skywalker is daring, sure, but this is a much deeper kind of courage and determination. This is more than just superficial courage." "High praise," you say with a small smirk. "Well deserved praise, General"

Hardcase

"Can't blame you, much more fun being a man," Hardcase says with a shrug. He smiles wryly. A little joke on the side. Basically, he doesn't care. You earned his respect as the person you are, not by your gender. Someone who questions that should prepare themselves. Hardcase may be a wild joker sometimes, but he can't take a joke when people disrespect you. By now, word has gotten around that he's looking out for you, in a way. Sometimes a sharp look from him is enough to silence whispering, gossiping voices immediately. He also enlists some of his other brothers to join the "Respect the General" movement. It's nothing official, but word spreads like wildfire. Soon you're the talk of the town because you have the deep, devoted respect of the men of the 501st. Hardcase has a hard shell, he's often wild and impetuous, likes to run headlong into the wall. But he is anything but stupid, and he has his heart in the right place. You can rely on him.

Jesse

He's a joker and you know it. You've joked with each other from time to time, supervisor or not. You are not too strict with him, you know all the men by now, some of them have their peculiarities, Jesse is no exception. You know you can always rely on him, that's why you let him get away with a lot. "I knew you were jealous of me. Do you really have to copy everything I do?" is his first reaction. But he smirks, clears his throat and apologizes shortly after. Jesse means absolutely no disrespect. In fact, he's happy for you, he's aware that the whole thing isn't easy for you, he admires your courage and determination, and he tells you that in private. "I'm happy for you, General." Anyone who treats you disrespectfully or questions you has quickly fucked up with Jesse. As goofy as he can be at times, he can also get serious. It's not that easy to earn Jesse's respect. "You better watch what you say, that's our general you're talking about." There have been some fights in the cafeteria, but Jesse denies it every time someone asks if it had to do with you. But you know that he likes to swing his fists or a food tray when someone says something cheeky about you.

Heavy

"Welcome to the boys club," he says dryly. Not much has changed for Heavy. You're the general, still. He trusted your judgment before, and he will now. Why shouldn't he? He sees it quite rationally. He can't really understand the people who whisper or even openly question your competence. "How can we trust a general who has changed themselves so much, someone who has changed their basic persona?" Heavy hears this sentence from a conversation between a couple of shinies and rolls his eyes. "What does it matter? It's a personal decision, a personal change, and it has nothing to do with qualifications. Our general has been carrying this around for a long time; it doesn't suddenly happen overnight. Nevertheless, the leadership has never suffered from it, we have always been able to trust the general. Nothing has changed in that regard. You better take care of your training, Shinies." It's not uncommon for Heavy to speak up for you. He believes in you, he trusts your leadership. Heavy's loyalty does not waver, ever. As long as he feels his trust is in good hands with you, he will always have your back.

Kix

From a medical point of view, he is quite curious and also fascinated. But he would never go so far as to ask you personal questions, he has too much respect for you, and he knows that is not appropriate in your professional relationship. "Hey Kix. What's the deal with our general, anyway?" Kix turns around and raises an eyebrow. He's heard many a dumb question regarding you and is prepared to hear another. Somehow, many of his brothers seem to think that just because he's a Medic, he should know everything about you and your transformation. "What exactly do you mean?" The soldier throws his arms in the air as if Kix should have already guessed the question. "Well, is the general male or female now?" "Male," Kix says curtly. "But not really, right?" Kix grumbles, "The General identifies as a male, so he's a male. What's so complicated about that?"

"What about anatomy?" "That's something that's none of your business. I don't think it's something you should worry about," Kix says reprovingly, "This is about your general, not an acquaintance from a bar, even if they were, it wouldn't necessarily concern you." There have indeed been stupider and even more inappropriate questions than this, but Kix always meets these questions with rigor and decorum. Whether you are present or being talked about in your absence, Kix does not hold back when it comes to taking sides. You are still his general, and not without reason. You are capable and a good leader. Kix, as well as many others, are always behind you, and will never allow you to be disrespected.

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meshlasolus · 6 months

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Ohh I love HOM so much. I‘be been wanting to ask this for a long time actually! Who knew of obi’s and little one’s relationship? And how did they find out?

The list of who actually knew about Obi and Little One goes as follows, chronologically.

Padme (she was the first person that Little One confided in about her feelings)

Ahsoka (she was accidentally revealed the truth on the ship for that one mission)

Anakin (ahsoka told him... honestly valid tho)

Mak Lotor (through his own speculation as well as personal interaction, he gathered the pieces together long before he even admitted to knowing anything... Little one just gaslit him so badly he was afraid to say something lmaoo)

Various other padawans (don't get me wrong, they were very secretive... but obi and little one still had a connection like no other padawan had with their master... so obviously rumors amongst younger generations of padawans and jedi started up, and since no one put then to rest, everyone just eventually assumed it was official. Though they would never say anything to the higher ups, as they didn't believe the same way older jedi did.)

Dex (yes, I included Dex. Whenever Obi-Wan needed information he knew he could go to Dex, and likewise, Whenever he wanted to talk to someone about something he couldn't confide with other Jedi, he went to Dex. That's why when Little One showed up in the diner, even though there was mass hysteria going on, Dex didn't hesitate to help her and Mak, because he knew what she meant to Obi-Wan, and wanted to help protect her.)

Rex (i think it was probably just accidental word of mouth from ahsoka and anakin, they honestly don't know how to keep a secret from him, even intentionally.)

The entire 212th (listen as soon as cody know something, they all know. Of course, good soldiers follow orders, and they were told to keep quiet about it from their commander, so obviously they ain't gonna spread it to anyone but each other lol)

Mace Windu (this kinda was hinted at with the plot starting in chapter 43. When they were trapped, i think Mace got a better understanding of why their connection was not only important to the Jedi, but also important as a symbol of the future generations. He too has probably loved many people but could never embrace them the way he wanted to because of the Jedi code. I think at first he was almost jealous of the way they behaved, even though under his watch it was mostly just as master and padawan, Otheriwse just as good friends... but after that situation, he felt hope for future generations to not have to be so tightly wound about the laws of attachment. That they could cling to those they love as long as it benefits the jedi order and makes them stronger. After they were rescued from being trapped, Mace saw the dedication Obi-Wan had to finding her. If one thing coukd be said, he was certain that this entire was was going to be won by Obi-Wan, if only to keep her safe, and i think that's when his approval settled in. Now, he by no means ever receivedactual confirmation, but let'sbe so for real, he absolutely knew about their relationship.)

Master Yoda (his feelings through meditation were always very in tune, but he never set his mind to try and confirm something like so many other did. His suspicion did not outweigh his need to just feel the force around him, therefore he never went searching for answers as he believed whatever was happening would reveal itself in time. I think that's why he was genuinely a bit in shock at the revelation of obi and little one, and when he dropped that baby bomb during order 66. Yoda has suspicion like all the other masters, and he'd also heard the rumors, but since he never went searching for answers, he never actually had any confirmation that the speculation was true. Until it was all dumped on him at once in a time of need. I think that's why his compassion for them was so strong. He wasn't angry or even disappointed, he just knew that the world around them was crashing down and he wanted to keep them both safe.)

Okay so like this is my list, i didn't give specific names to the other jedi/padawans that knew simply because there were probably a lot that didn't say anything based on what they witnessed. The one in the Kenobi series was definitely one of them, I think I signaled that pretty well tho lol

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi x padawan!reader #hom #obi x little one

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awesomelyanxiouspanda · 1 year

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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 1

Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She's well known for her unique coffee drinks and her "coffee charity". What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings/Tags: Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, smut in future chapters, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley

A/N: Posted this on my AO3 but I figured I should share it on here too! So far I only have a few chapters planned for this, but we'll see how it goes because sometimes the plot bunnies have other ideas for me. Here's to hoping I can actually finish this one with some class!

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“How long has he been out there?”

Amy turned from the register with a puzzled look on her face until she saw where I was facing. There was an obvious huff of frustration from her before she slid a little closer to me. Lifting my brow to her, I said nothing and waited, albeit impatiently.

“The old homeless-looking guy?” she whispered.

“No, the T-Rex,” I sighed heavily, unable to stop the roll of my eyes, “Of course, the guy, Amy, and you know how I feel about judging people.”

I felt bad for snapping at her once I saw the flush appear on her cheeks, but this was the third time in two weeks that she’d felt brazen enough to insult someone in my presence.

“Sorry, boss,” she muttered, “Um, he was already out there when Max and I opened.”

With a nod of understanding, I patted her shoulder and went into the back room. I wasted no time gathering up the pastries that were going out tonight before stuffing them in a paper bag and rushing again out to the front. I could feel Amy’s inquisitive eyes on my back as I poured a large black coffee into one of our to-go cups and dropped a few packets of sugar and creamer into the bag with the food.

“I’ll be right back,” I informed her.

“Okay.”

Checking to make sure that the man was still outside, I hurriedly meandered through the shop to the door. One of the customers tried to stop me on the way by, but I gently directed them to Amy at the register for any questions rather than waste time with it. Normally I was all about excellent customer service but I didn’t want to chance missing the opportunity to help. It was almost closing time already and who knew how long he’d linger. It had been painfully obvious, even from inside, that nobody was stopping for him.

The tinkle of the bell above the door drew his head up and, as if on instinct, he started asking for change until our eyes met.

“Oh, you work here, right? What, you coming to tell me I gotta leave or-”

“No, not at all,” I cut him off.

The irritated expression melted into one of confusion as I carefully lowered to my knees by him.

“Here, I want you to have these,” I explained as I stuck the coffee cup and bag out toward him, “I don’t know how you like your coffee but I put some sugar and creamer in the bag just in case. There’s also a stir stick and some napkins.”

The way he gazed down at the offered sustenance was one of distrust and I felt my heart clench. Call me a bleeding heart, a sucker, or whatever have you, but I could feel nothing other than sympathy and empathy for anyone who was down on their luck. I had been in that position at one point.

While he was busy pulling the food out of the bag, I took the chance to look him over closer. It didn’t hurt that the specific unlucky man was incredibly easy on the eyes. Warm skin and pursed lips were framed by a nice stubble and complemented by a head of perfectly ruffled blonde hair. It was obvious he was newer to the lifestyle; his tan coat was quite nice and his clothes were dirty but not yet torn. There was hope then, that maybe he’d be able to get back on his feet soon.

I was startled slightly when his head jerked up sharply and our eyes met for the first time. Icy blue depths searched my face openly and sent a shiver down my spine. Gods, he could be a fucking model, and yet somehow he was out here.

Offering him a half smile, I asked, “Is something the matter?”

“Is your boss gonna be okay with this?” he asked back.

“I think she’ll be okay with it, considering we share the same body,” I teased easily, “Emery, owner of Emery’s Espresso, nice to meet you.”

There was a flicker of confusion in his gaze before the corners of his lips turned up into a little smirk in a way that made my heart race.

“Nick,” he replied, “You’re sure about this?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t be out here if I wasn’t sure. I give away everything that goes out at the end of the day anyway!”

After a few moments of silence, Nick seemed to accept my answer and pulled out a blueberry muffin.

“You’re the first person to offer me anything, ya know? You humans are stingier than my brothers,” he muttered as he bit into the muffin.

The “humans” comment struck me as odd but I let it roll off my back the instant I heard the groan he let out. It was almost pornographic and I couldn’t ignore the way my body tensed in response. His head suddenly dropped back against the wall and, for a moment, I was concerned he had passed out, but then he was back up and nearly inhaling his food.

A little chuckle escaped before I could stop it and I was rewarded with a heavy glance.

“Sorry, I’m just glad you like it,” I explained easily with burning cheeks, “I have to get back inside because we gotta start end of the day cleaning, but you’re welcome to come until we close if you want to be a little more comfortable.”

“You serious?” he asked around a mouthful of muffin.

Biting my lip gently, I nodded and got to my feet.

“I don’t know how long you’ll be around but you’re welcome to come in anytime you need. Free black coffee to your heart’s content and it’s much warmer.”

The light feeling in my chest swelled at the way he looked up at me, almost as if in awe before he nearly jumped to his feet to follow. I held the door open behind me and gestured him to the little seating area by the electric fireplace in the corner.

“Make yourself at home, Nick,” I said, “I’ll be in the back if you need anything.”

He didn’t say anything back but I heard him muttering under his breath as I walked away, and his words brought a grin to my face.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were some kind of angel.”

There was obvious disbelief in Amy’s expression as I made my way behind the counter.

“Yes?” I urged her quietly.

Her lips parted as if to speak but she seemed to stop herself and instead shook her head.

“Nothing, sorry,” she replied finally, “Are we good to start cleaning now?”

“Yep yep, I’ll be in back counting inventory if you want to start wiping down tables and shut down the machines,” I instructed her.

She nodded once before grabbing up the disinfectant and a rag. I observed for a moment, reassuring myself that she wouldn’t start any issues over the fact that I had invited Nick in, before I went back.

Thankfully, the last half hour of the day went by quickly. Once everything was cleaned up and the to-do list was made up for tomorrow, I returned to the front of the shop.

“All ready to go?”

Amy spun around with a grimace and nodded, before asking, “Yeah, but what are we gonna do about him? He hasn’t left yet.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied with a wave of my hand, “I’ll let him know it’s time to go. Just get your purse and coat.”

While she went into the staff room, I headed over toward Nick, who looked to be rather enjoying his current position. Head back on the cushions and feet up on the ottoman, he seemed to be fast asleep and I felt a pang of guilt for having to wake him up. Unfortunately, I knew that logically it was a necessity.

When I finally reached him in the corner, I was debating reaching out for him or just calling his name when suddenly one of his eyes peeked open.

“Times up, huh?” he sighed heavily.

I gave him a little smile and offered him a hand.

“That it is,” I replied, “Can’t bully my staff into staying late, after all.”

Amy snorted a laugh behind me as she passed by to open the door.

“You know I wouldn’t complain about the overtime,” she snickered.

My eyes rolled before I could stop them and I shot her a good-natured scowl.

“Don’t push it, kiddo.”

She grinned brightly but it dimmed quickly as I felt Nick grab my hand, allowing me to help him up. A wave of flutters lit through my stomach as I took in the textured skin of his hand and tried incredibly hard not to swoon over the way he essentially towered over me. I quickly battled away my inner thought and sidestepped to let him through, following them both out and locking the door behind us.

“See you tomorrow?” Amy asked, obviously hesitant to leave me alone with a strange man.

Flashing her a reassuring smile, I nudged her gently and said, “Yes, now go on and get home to your little boy toy.”

I could hear her muttering playfully as she turned around and gave a quick wave.

“You sure it’s a good idea to be alone with a man you just met?” Nick asked suddenly.

Shocked that he seemed to know exactly what I had thought, I looked up at him in curiosity before giving a little shrug.

“You planning on mugging me?” I replied.

There was a second of tense silence where only the sounds of the nightlife pushed around us, but then a smirk broke out across his face.

“Nah, how would I get free coffee then?” he retorted.

I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding and a wave of relief rushed through my veins.

“Good to know I’m good for something,” I joked back.

I knew I should just get in my car and leave for the night, but my conscience kept pestering me the longer I debated it.

“Do you have somewhere you’re staying?” I finally asked, “I could give you a ride or something since it’s so cold…”

I felt as shocked as he looked at the words that had escaped but hastily covered it up, crossing my arms across my chest, trying not to babble away the awkwardness that now filled my throat.

“That’s real thoughtful of you, doll, but I’m just crashing up at the hobo camp down the road,” he answered, “It’s temporary. Waiting to hear from my siblings to get some misunderstandings figured out.”

“Oh, of course! Well, I’ll be in at 5 in the morning if you find yourself in need of caffeine or warmth… Do you have bedding or a bigger coat?”

Honestly, at this point, I couldn’t figure out why my brain kept coming up with excuses to talk to him but I tried to blame it on my sympathy for him. Not at all because he was a decidedly gorgeous man and I was being a thirsty bitch.

“Nah, this is all I got. Didn’t exactly pack for the weather when I got kicked out of my own home,” he muttered with a bitter laugh.

Before I could second-guess myself, I swallowed thickly and said, “If that’s the case, I insist you let me get you a sleeping bag and blanket, or even a warmer coat at the very least.”

The way his eyebrows shot up you’d think I’d offered him a million dollars.

“You really are different, aren’t you,” he mused softly before his gaze hardened and he suddenly stepped closer, “Why are you doing this? Do you know who I am or what? Is this some long game, because let me tell you something, sister, this won’t-”

I backed away instinctively until my back hit the wall.

“Hey, hey, no. I’m just trying to be nice is all!” I assured him hastily.

A rush of fear, and something much more forbidden, shot up my spine as he slammed his hands into the brick behind me, effectively pinning me in. If this were any other situation, I’d have thought- hoped- he was going to kiss me. Unfortunately, that was not the situation.

“Bullshit. No human is this nice. You're all full of greed and pride, blowing each other up over stupid shit and finding reasons to hate each other!” he snapped.

As he leaned in close, I could feel my heart high in my throat, pounding so loud it drowned out all other sounds. Could he hear it too? Breathing became even harder once he was at eye level and I could see all the emotions storming through those daunting blue irises. Another little jolt of lust had my thighs squeezing together as his hand took hold of my jaw and tilted my head back.

Fuck! Was it obvious how he was affecting me? Gods I hoped not. I shouldn’t even be having this reaction to him anyway! Not when it was so clear that he was dangerously unstable.

“I-I’m being honest,” I stammered out, “I just want- want to help you. Please, please don’t do this.”

My voice gave out near the end from the flood of emotions and unbidden tears filled my eyes fast. What had I gotten myself into?

“And just why do you want to help?” he asked, voice laced heavily with sarcasm, “What do you get out of it?”

At that, my brows furrowed in thought. Did he really think so horribly of other people? What had the poor guy been through to think that everyone was only out for themselves?

“I get the satisfaction of knowing I helped someone, that I didn’t just stand by and let someone be in pain when I could do something about it,” I answered, voice a little more firm this time.

“And that’s it?” he pushed, thumb and finger gripping my chin even tighter.

With a little hiss, I grimaced out a “yes” only to earn a narrowed glare in return. I tried not to focus on how- surprisingly- good he smelled, nor how his eyes made me want to crumble to pieces. After what seemed like hours, he finally released his hold on my face and drew back to his full height.

I felt at a loss for what to do. Where did we go from this? Did I run? Did I call the police? Did I bar him from the shop?

My attention was pulled back to Nick as he suddenly stepped back with a low groan, a big hand rubbing down his face in frustration.

“Look, fuck, I’m sorry, okay? I just… things have been rough these last few days and I’ve found myself in a position I’ve never been in, relying on humans. It used to be that, with a snap of my fingers, I could have anything I wanted. I didn’t have to worry about the cold, about food. People respected, feared me, and just look at me now? Sleeping on the street like some common trash, begging and stealing for food. And don’t even get me started on the assholes that walk around here like royalty. If they only knew who I was…”

As I listened to his rant, what little bit of fear I had clinging to my gut finally let go. Nick didn’t seem like a horrible person, just someone who was lost and hurt, and maybe a tad bit out of touch with reality. I was once again reminded of my short stint on the side streets of Chicago and couldn’t find it in my heart to hold his outburst against him.

“I understand,” I whispered.

“No, no you really don’t, toots.”

Rather than argue with him, I let out a sigh and crossed my arms defensively across my chest once more.

“Alright, back to my original question,” I muttered, “Do you want a coat or not?”

Nick paused in his aggravated pacing and shot me a look that told me, without words, that he thought I was insane.

“You’re just a glutton for punishment, aren’t ya doll?” he chuckled.

“Yes or no, Nick,” I snapped.

Even my endless patience was wearing thin. It was cold out. I was tired and hungry. I just wanted to get this over with so I could get home, put on pajamas, and drink a glass of wine while binging Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

A soft look took over his eyes before he nodded curtly.

“Okay, good, get in the car. Walmart’s not that far from here.”

…

The familiar tinkle of the shop’s bell tore my gaze to the door. It took everything in my willpower not to let the disappointment I felt show up on my face when I realized it wasn’t Nick coming in.

It had been a week since I’d seen him. A full seven days since I set him up with a sleeping bag, coat, and duffle bag full of food and drinks. A full six nights since he’d made my heart race faster than anyone ever had; in both good and terrible ways. At first, I’d thought maybe he was just avoiding coming back because of the awkwardness, but now I was starting to fear the worst. Especially with the murder that had happened less than twenty-four hours ago.

I stifled the sigh that threatened to fall from my lips and tried to refocus on the now, flashing a false smile to the woman who approached the register. After taking her order, I went mindlessly through the motions of creating her latte while debating my sanity.

It was crazy. I had literally spent less than four hours with the guy and knew basically nothing about him other than his name- hell if that was even real. The only thing I did know for sure about him was how damn hot he was. So why was I letting some random ass, possibly crazy, man affect me so? After handing out the drink, I rested my hip against the counter and checked the clock on the wall.

“Thank gods it’s almost over,” I huffed under my breath.

Five fifteen. I had fifteen more minutes before I could lock up and head home. Seeing as the count was already done and everything cleaned, save the last espresso machine, I could make it out right on time tonight and I was beyond grateful for it. The weather outside was getting rough and I didn’t want to get stuck anywhere in the snowstorm. Already, the sidewalks were full of slushy grey piles and barren of most people.

I managed to pass the last minutes of the day rather quickly by focusing on sweeping up the dining area and singing little songs in my head. I had just switched to humming “Sweet Bird” when suddenly the door opened once more. Checking the time on the clock, I hastily turned toward the door with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, I’m just about to close up,” I started, almost mechanically, “I know the Starbucks down the road is open til-”

My mouth went dry as I looked over the two men in suits now blocking the doorway. Holy fuck. Was there just a gorgeous man convention in town or what?! I couldn’t help but look them over as they reached into the back pockets. While both donned matching black suits, the two couldn’t look more different. The one on the right was ginormously tall, with shaggy brown hair that I was envious of framing his sharp jawline and soft green eyes that reminded me of a puppy. The other on the left was shorter but still much taller than my own five-foot frame. His dark dirty blonde hair was styled in a short and clean crew cut that fit his rogueish good looks and piercing green eyes that made my gut twist in a strange way.

My thoughts were interrupted when they moved in closer. As if planned, the two flipped open the wallets in their hands simultaneously to show off the large letters ‘F.B.I’, and a sudden acrid taste of fear rose like bile in my throat as I watched them pocket their ID’s once more. What was the FBI doing in my shop?

“Good evening, ma’am, Agents Elliot and Russell,” the taller of the two greeted kindly, “We’re sorry to come in so late but we needed to ask a few questions.”

“About?” I replied uncertainly.

“There was a murder that happened just down the street yesterday and we’re following up on that,” the shorter one- Agent Russell- explained.

“Oh.. yeah, I heard about that. Did- Did they ever figure out who the man was?”

The two shared a look before Agent Elliot cleared his throat.

“Yes, it was a local real estate agent by the name of Matthew Gross,” he said, “Did you know him?”

I shook my head but already my mind was already a million miles away. Of course, I’d heard the talk of nearly every customer that had come in after the murder but no details had been released yet. It was with a little sigh that a sick sense of relief flowed through my form, a subconscious tension in my gut releasing under hearing it hadn’t been my newfound crush that was butchered.

“Ma’am?”

My head snapped up and I couldn’t help but blush as I realized I had zoned out in front of the agents.

“Sorry, sorry, it’s been a long day,” I murmured, “What did you say?”

“I asked if you were sure,” Agent Russell said gruffly.

Swallowing hard, I replied, “I’m sure. I’ve never heard that name before.”

He nodded once as his partner stepped even closer.

“Sorry, just one last question,” Agent Elliot assured me, “Have you seen this man around?”

I tried my damndest to ignore the butterflies filling my stomach as I was forced to look up to see his face. Damn these tall ass handsome men.

Once he turned his phone my way, I dropped my gaze, and suddenly all the feel-good feelings were sucked from my veins. The handsome mug smirking into the camera left my body weak and ready to collapse. Nick.

“I- I don’t think so,” I rushed out carelessly, “Why? Is he the one who did that?!”

Another unspoken communication passed between the two with a solemn look before Agent Elliot gave me a forced smile.

“We’re not sure. He’s a possible key witness so we’re hoping to find him,” he explained, reaching into his pocket before thrusting a business card my way, “If you do see him, could you give us a call?”

“Uh, yeah, of course.”

The lie felt as thick as tar on my tongue but I managed a smile in their direction through it all.

“Thanks for your time, and sorry again for keeping you,” Agent Elliot said.

“It’s no problem, have a good night, guys.”

I pretended to get distracted by my sweeping once more but the moment they were out of sight, I rushed over and locked the door before hauling ass back to the counter. My blood pounded a frantic beat in my ears as I stared unseeing at the little white card.

Why? Why in the actual fuck had I lied about seeing him? Why didn’t I just tell them that I’d helped him and where he was staying?!

Before I could stop it, the feelings of disgust became tangible and came out violently into the waste bin beneath the counter. The cool tile beneath my knees did little to soothe the panicked heat flushing my body. I needed to go home. I needed a cold shower. I needed to take a serious look at myself and figure out what the hell I was going to do.

And I, quite possibly, needed to build an alibi in the case that they discovered I’d helped out the maybe murderer just a week ago.

“What the fuck did I just do?”

#supernatural lucifer #lucifer in his human form #supernatural lucifer fanfiction #ofc #lucifer/oc #original female character

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corruptedforce · 2 years

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“don’t stop.” - Rex

NSFW One Liners that won’t make me rip my hair out // @hxdrostorm // Accepting!

There were usually rules about this, when it happened. Anakin tended to only let it happen, when they were away, who knows where, and it was only behind locked doors. Anakin was married, not that many knew that, and he was General of the 501st. On top of that, he was only attracted to women..and Rex apparently.

But yet, here they were back in Coruscant, in his dorm at the Temple of all places. It wasn’t hard for him to get clones into the temple. He was a general. Rex was commander. It wasn’t hard. It had all started with a look, during them going over formations. They weren’t even leaving for a few days and he wasn’t fighting with Padme. But, he still found himself asking, if he could see Rex for a while. Rex had his usual business-like tone with him. He swore, sometimes, it was like pulling teeth to get him to call him Anakin, at certain times. Once they reached his dorm, he turned around and looked at R2-D2.

“R2, go find somewhere to be for a while, make sure everyone’s behaving, especially Obi-Wan.” He smirked at the droids response. “Thanks, buddy.”

Looking at Rex, he smirked. “He is good at discretion.” He opened the door and locked it behind him. Before Rex could even speak and ask him if there was something they needed to discuss or about reports of some kind, Anakin had backed him up against the bed, pushing him back on it. He smirked at him. “The armor has got to go.” He made quick work of that and Rex helped him, not questioning him. He was about to say something and Anakin quieted him with his lips.

“This is not the time to ask me too many questions. I want to suck your cock. Yes, I know we’re in Coruscant. No, this isn’t because I’m fighting with my wife. I just want to, and I mean I could just give you a handjob but I want to watch your pleasure. I might even fuck you, depending how much time we have. Any questions?”

Anakin was fairly certain he’d shocked his commander and when he finally got all the clothes off the commander, he pulled his off too, and he moved his lips to his own in a hard passionate kiss, letting his tongue move against his, before he kissed down his body, nipping at the flesh on his lip, looking up at him, as Anakin took his cock and stroked him, to hardness.

Hearing his words, he smirked. “I don’t plan on stopping.”

He lowered his mouth to him, once he was hard, running his tongue over the tip, sucking just the head between his lips, as he stroked him, at the same time. He pulled his hand back some and let his lips run along his shaft as he took more of him in his mouth, watching his reaction, trying to ignore his own arousal.

This didn’t usually happen in Coruscant, but Anakin didn’t feel like following the rules today.

#hxdrostorm #(Rex)#V: Jedi Knight aka Hero with No Fear (The Clone Wars)#My Magnetic Charm (NSFW)#HE APPARENTLY WANTED TO CHANGE THINGS UP #(answered)

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 2 years

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Do you have any thoughts about the clones situation? I only mostly hear about it from anti-Jedi people and how "being nice slavers doesn't change the fact that they are slavers", so I was wondering if you have anything to say or any post to recommend?

There's a perfect post by @trickytricky1 but I want to say a few more things. This thread right here is also pretty good.

The issue with the Clones is that it's pretty much impossible to examine their in-universe treatment without taking the irl writing decisions into account: namely, that most of what we know to be very, very wrong with the Clones' situation is barely acknowledged by the creative team, to the point we can pretty much assume they just don't care beyond what's convenient for a plotline. I mean, beside a few select characters Filoni is particularly fond of, the majority of the Clones are narrative props: they're here to be killed off to heighten the tension, to be comic relief, or to highlight a particular trait of the Jedi they're serving under - and of course, they're here to execute Order 66. I love them to bits and it often annoys me, but it's true. Just look at how little anybody irl seems to care about Cody, arguably the second most important clone in the franchise and the most important clone within the army: he barely got any screentime in TCW and was instantly sidelined out of the one arc where he had a chance to be the lead, he didn't appear in Rebels, and he wasn't even mentioned in TBB s1 despite his role in the squad's creation. Or consider how the Clones being overgrown children who should look only 20-ish and behave very differently from normal adults is never properly brought up - not even in Rebels where Rex is treated like a old geezer instead of the 30 year old he is, or in TBB, or with Cut whose adopted children are maybe five years younger than he is. We have to face it: the story never was and never will be about the Clones, and so the writers don't seem to think much about their condition a lot of the time.

Hence why I feel like when characters don't behave like they ought to regarding the Clones, it's often not so much that the narrative is telling us there's an issue, and more like the writers couldn't be bothered to explore that particular theme. I'm not just saying that in relation to the Jedi: Suu Lawquane marrying a 12 year old (who is supposed to look 24 but really look 50 because of the animation) is not framed as insanely wrong on all levels, for example. Also, we don't ever see Bail and Padmé speaking up for Clone rights. Realistically, given what we know of their personalities, would they have? Probably, yes! Their silence very likely has nothing to do with a moral failure that the audience is supposed to recognize, and everything to do with nobody irl thinking that would be a good storyline.

As for the Jedi's relationship with the Clones, what I always got from it is this: the Jedi were drafted along with the Clones, couldn't do a lot about the whole situation, befriended them just so Order 66 could be extra heartbreaking, and we weren't meant to dig too deep and find loopholes or what-could-have-beens or alternate ways it could have gone down, because Order 66 was pretty much written in stone. The Jedi were always going to die, as far back as ANH, before there were even Clones in the Clone Wars - and they were going to be friends with the Clones before the Clones were even fully people (think about all the nice interactions between Obi-Wan and Oddball or Obi-Wan and Cody in RotS, back when the Clones obeying Order 66 was that they really had very little will of their own). The more and more messed-up implications of the slave army came along the more the Clones got humanized for the sake of angst, but the beats of the store were already there.

I already went a bit into this tension between what we see onscreen and the issues the writers didn't feel like exploring here (on a post about Obi-Wan's behavior on the Citadel).

Now, forgetting all the irl stuff, are the Jedi actually slavers? I'd argue that they aren't. The Senate voted to have an army - it's a big plot point in AotC. The Sith paid the Kaminoans and fabricated the war. Jango sold his DNA. The Senate drafted the Jedi. ("A lot of people say, “What good is a lightsaber against a tank?” The Jedi weren’t meant to fight wars. That’s the big issue in the prequels. They got drafted into service, which is exactly what Palpatine wanted." - George Lucas)

That particular dead horse has already been beaten, but what were the Jedi supposed to do beside fight side by side with the Clones? Not fight? So Sidious could declare them traitors to the Republic ahead of schedule? Fight and petition for Clone rights (which, again, is an issue never touched upon in canon one way or another after Slick - whom I'll get to later - so we simply can't say that they never tried)? Like Sidious was ever going to let legislation hindering his plans pass? They were caught between a rock and a hard place, which was always the point of the war. Damned if you do and damned if you don't.

What's more, the majority of the Clones don't think the Jedi are slavers (see first posts linked and posts linked below), with the notable exception of Slick. The majority of the Clones we see love the Jedi, and we know it's not a case of blind hero-worship, because they are very quickly suspicious of Krell and don't hesitate to take him down.

I feel like Slick was a bit of a red herring, because he came along very, very early (s1ep16) - way before we had any indication of that the chips would be a thing. He feels a lot like a reminder that 'hey, this story is going to end badly' because the Clones will turn on the Jedi and kill them all rather than an actual exploration of the messed up slave army deal - because Slick is unequivocally characterized as a villain. He killed a lot of his own brothers, didn't deny that Ventress had offered him money, tried to frame a member of his own squad for his actions, and was perfectly ready to kill Rex and Cody for all his talk of loving his brothers. The post I linked goes into a bit more, but he's not a desperate innocent.

Finally, there's the problem that the majority of the Clones we see want to fight for the Republic. The cadets from Boba's Death Trap episode (s2ep20) are excited to meet Jedi and get to fight. 99 wants nothing more than to be a good soldier. The Domino Squad want to pass, and their episodes present them going off to the front like a victory - even when we already know they're marching to their death. Choosing to fight is Rex's whole arc in the Deserter episode (s2ep10):

CUT: Come on, Rex, admit it. You've thought about what your life could look like if you were to also leave the army, choose the life you want. REX: What if I am choosing the life I want? What if I'm staying in the army because it's meaningful to me? CUT: And how is it meaningful? REX: Because I'm part of the most pivotal moment in the history of the Republic. If we fail, then our children and their children could be forced to live under an evil I can't well imagine. CUT: If you were to have children, of course. But that would be against the rules, wouldn't it? Isn't that what somebody programmed you to believe, Captain? REX: No, Cut, it's simply what I believe. It doesn't matter if it's my children or other people's children. Does that meet with your approval?

Yes, it's incredibly karked from our perspective - you have millions of boys who were spoon fed propaganda about a Republic that doesn't care about them and that they barely know, and in the end their sacrifices amounted to very little... But - and I'm genuinely asking here - wouldn't denying them the right to find their identity in their role as protectors be demeaning too? Obviously they deserve so, so much better, but TCW still treats their choice to fight proudly as meaningful. And in the end, it wasn't entirely for nothing either: the Jedi and the Clones did save billions of people according to Hera.

What we were supposed to take away from the Jedi-Clones interactions in the Prequels imo isn't 'the Jedi were nice slavers' but really that they were the Clones' best and only friends.

Mace spends a lot of his screentime protecting them. We see most of the Council protecting or saving Clones at least once each. Really, the Jedi are constantly shown saving the Clones or caring about them: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Again, @trickytricky1 has some of the best content: this compilation vid is particularly great. I'm pretty sure Sidious gave the Jedi the Clone army (and not the droid army) because he counted on the Jedi's compassion towards the Clones and their eventual trust in them to work in his advantage (see this thread) - and heartbreakingly enough, he was right.

Imo, TCW and later Rebels - and even, to a lesser extent, RotS - always portrayed the Jedi and the Clones as close friends and the karked up circumstances don't change that. They don't have a 'nice slavers & their slaves' dynamic, they are friends.

There's a reason why the first TCW episode was about Yoda telling three Clones how unique and important they all are (see here or here). There's a reason why we see the Clones being so protective of their Generals (see Boil and Obi-Wan here). There's a reason why Obi-Wan so passionately condemned Grievous for having an army with no loyalty and no spirit (here). There's a reason we got this:

They were best friends. The entirety of Star Wars failing to address enough just how terribly the Republic treated the Clones doesn't take away from that.

That makes the whole Jedi-Clone story a whole other level of tragic, where the Jedi genuinely tried to know and care for their men because there really wasn't anything else to do, and the Clones were grateful for that, and in the end both the Order and the Clones were used and destroyed. No matter how badly some themes and plotlines might have been handled, I genuinely can't ever believe that we were meant to see the Jedi as slavers in this situation, as opposed to victims - albeit in a different way than the Clones - who were doing their best.

#ask #anonymous #long post #meta #my meta #jedi and clones #commander cody #captain rex #jedi order #jedi positivity #in defense of the jedi #fives #obi-wan kenobi #jedi council #mace windu #yoda #slick

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

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Okay it’s time to scream talk about my OC Cendre! He’s one out of a few blond clones the Kaminoans created using Rex’s DNA, hoping they’d be as efficient as the captain. Cendre gets his name from how lighter his hair is compared to other vode.

With his appearance, there is no hiding who his template is, and so he grows with the suffocating pressure of becoming as good, if not better, as the captain of the 501st, which definitely fucks him up. After he’s done training on Kamino, Cendre is assigned to the Coruscant Guard and is dying to finally prove himself.

The thing is, it happens after the tragedy of Fives’ death, and the Guard is still recovering from the aftermath. Rex has barely talked to Fox ever since, not because he resents him, but simply because he can’t look at him and not think of Fives. He keeps his distance so he won’t break into tears in front of his brother, but of course Fox misinterprets it and firmly believes his vod’ika hates him for what he’s done.

Naturally, the commander is anything but prepared to deal with a shiny who’s basically a mini copy of Rex. Cendre, like every other rookie, looks at Fox with barely hidden admiration in his eyes, and it only reminds Fox of how Rex behaved around him on Kamino, before everything went wrong. It’s too much for him to handle, and the only solution he finds is to straight up avoid the kid and let the other commanders look after him.

Cendre catches quickly on how Fox treats him differently, not that it’s hard to notice when the other shinies get so attached to the commander that they start following him around like ducklings and calling him things like “ori’vod” and “buir”.

Being left out hurts, but his Trainers on Kamino always pushed him more than the other cadets, so Cendre assumes Fox is doing the same. That he’ll have to prove his worth first if he wants the commander of the Guard to acknowledge him. To show that he’s capable, he tries to get intel on a criminal organization that lies rampant in the lower levels of Coruscant. Alone.

As expected of an inexperienced shiny, he underestimates the danger and things turn sour. He is captured by the men he was spying on and they decide to torture him to send a message to the Guard not to mess with their business again.

Other shinies report that he’s missing and Fox manages to find where he’s been taken, but he’s already been hurt by the time the commander rescues him. When Fox unties him, Cendre is a bleeding, crying mess, unable to stand on his own. But worst of all, he is terrified that all his brothers will now hate him, beginning with Fox himself, because he didn’t live up to their expectations, and how can they keep caring about him when he’s nothing but a failure? When he’s nothing like CT-7567, although it’s supposed to be his whole purpose?

He blabbers about it out loud, begging Fox to please forgive him, and the more he talks, the more the commander realizes how much he screwed up by ignoring the shiny and not catching up earlier on how badly the Kaminoans messed him up, all because of his own issues. And he tells Cendre, apologizes for it too, and promises him that it’s okay, that he’s not Rex and that he doesn’t have to be. That he’s allowed to be his own person.

It's the first time anyone tells Cendre he can be himself, that it’s enough, and so he just breaks down even harder, sobbing loudly in Fox’s arms. The commander holds him tight and only lets go of him once the medics arrive.

Despite their best efforts and many bacta patches, that episode leaves Cendre with a few visible scars. Even though they are linked with bad memories, he doesn’t mind them that much, because they make him look unique. Different from the clone he was created after. He also decides to let his hair grow by a few inches and have fun testing different dyes on it with the help of his vode. All so that when he looks at a mirror, he doesn’t see captain Rex of the 501st, but himself.

Fox wholeheartedly accepts him as his little brother, and makes sure to stop him whenever Cendre is being an overachiever idiot, which happens way too often for his taste. In turn, Cendre doesn’t hide how much the older vod means to him and doesn’t hesitate to ask him for guidance. Older members of the guard might tease him a little about how he has started following Fox around too, but he doesn’t mind. Not when his commander has done so much for him.

A few shinies, those who participated in Cendre’s rescue and almost thought their vod lost when they found him covered in blood, coddle him through his recovery, whether he wants it or not, and stick around afterward. With time, they end up meaning so much to him that Cendre would rather give up his own life than let any harm come to them. They make the best of team during missions, but most of all, when they look at Cendre, they don’t expect him to be someone else.

The life in the Guard is a harsh one, the scars on his skin are there to prove it, but Cendre knows his family will always be here for him, and he’ll be there for them.

(I won’t expand on it here, because my main goal with this post was to focus on Cendre, but obviously Rex and Fox get to talk and reconcile at some point because I want them to be happy. Also, order 66? I don’t know her. Palps dies like he should and Cendre gets to kick his dead body as payback for hurting Fox.)

#commander fox #captain rex #coruscant guards #clone oc #clone trooper oc #clone trooper cendre #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #my first clone oc and of course he had to be a shiny from the Coruscant Guard #because what else would you expect of me #I just have lots of feelings about this #Also I always loved the concept of the kaminoans creating more clones based on Rex and everything it would imply #So it was nice getting to write about it #Also I kept Cendre's name in French because I can #which would translate to ash #tw torture #mentions of blood #There's nothing graphic but you know #better be safe

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Hello! What do you think about Morax/Rex Lapis/Zhongli? And any thoughts about his relationship with Venti/Barbatos? I really like your Archon!Venti post so I thought I'd throw in an ask :D also feel free to drop Morax lore muahaha

Okay here goes! Also I'm realizing now that I may have gotten a bit ahead of myself with all the Liyue research since the ask doesn't really have to do with a whole lot of specific lore instances- opinions for now.

Anyway! Let's get onto it! For now I'll be focusing on a combination of Zhongli as a character, and his relationship with Venti!

So we all make the jokes about Zhongli being a grandpa in retirement and I used to be like "lol how funny he's a God, there's no way that that fits." but it actually kind of does.

See the thing with the different archons is genshin that I find really interesting is the fact that each of them portrays the idea of immortality differently- a different take on it if you will, unique in it own right. With Venti, it challenged the way a god is expected to behave in obvious ways. With Zhongli, it appears to challenge the idea of immortality in a way more centered around the idea of learned experience and separation.

See, both him and Venti are "gods amoung men" in the literal sense, but I just can't help but compare them in this sense because let's take a step back. Mondstatdt I'd viewed as a city abandoned by its god, when in reality it's god is right there with them as another civilian. Liyue is viewed a a city guided by it's god, when really, Rex Lapis was mostly absent aside from the rite of descention and the occasion where he would join as a civilian in order to do his incognito thingy- so he never really experience much of human life.

But now let's step back even further to the archon war. Zhongli wasn't all wise and smart back then, he was the god of war- the same guy who would just yeet mountains because he could. No, the brains of the operation came from the guilt assembly, and by that I mean primarily Guizhong, because we stan. Time and time again, Mihoyo has these dead individuals who strongly influence the way that a character acts and behaves and has grown, and for Zhongli, Guizhong is that character.

I'm going to reference a comic I saw one time- but basically it's about Zhongli and Guizhong, and they have a conversation and Guizhong says something along the lines of "if I die you will become wiser and more cunning than I ever could be, and lead Liyue in my stead" and I just think that's a really nifty concept. Because Morax way back when wasn't the smart dignified gentleman seen in the story today, he was metal af and a total impulsive jock type character, to oversimplify.

He has many memories and a lot of knowledge, but I think it was really only after she passes that he came to appreciate that knowledge.

Also I think it'd be really cool if the Guili Assembly fell apart because of a betrayal or something which established his whole contract "wrath of rock" thing- but there's really nothing to indicate that that I'm aware of.

But anyway, disregarding that, Zhongli actually has this whole character development arc of sorts before the story even takes place.

Because with the fall of the Guili assembly, Morax actually starts becoming more involved with the people he rules over, relocating them and teaching them architecture and stuff, which had previously been something that only Guizhong appeared to have done based on recorded history, and it's this whole theme of growing responsibility and an ever expanding favor towards the concept of order as opposed to the chaos and ebb and flow that the God of war seemed to embody before.

And this responsibility continues to grow, guiding both his people and those he takes under his rule into the future until we reach where the story starts now.

However, Rex Lapis is still a very seperate entity from the people of Liyue, and as involved as he is, he still lacks a complete understanding of the mort. What he does understand fully is the potential dangers that Liyue may come to face, hence why he felt his "test" was necessary. A rebellion against Celestia is approaching and to leave Liyue is to draw Celestia's ire. He would have to be sure they were strong enough to defend themselves.

Then of course there's the nice snazzy line in his story about overhearing someone tell a sailor they had finished their duty for the day which inspired his retirement that I think is just really interesting because it shows that he is self aware enough to know when he is no longer needed "the era of the gods is coming to an end" or something. He has become cunning and wise through his time as a God and realizes that one way or another he will be removed as an archon. Better to do that on his own terms than against his will.

So while he has all this big and expansive knowledge and intelligence that he's gained from his many many years of experience, it was really only after Guizhong's death, because of her that he actually came to appreciate it and value this rich store of knowledge that he had.

And while he has all this knowledge and is more active and in tune with the idea and workings of mortal life than, for example, Ei would be, I just think it's really interesting the fact that, despite how long he's been working at it, he's still new to it. See, Zhongli has been living as an archon and has been building habits around that fact for thousands of years; So with Venti we get to see a god who has been living among mortals for an extensive amount of time and has become experienced in it, but with Zhongli we get to see a number of the troubles/difficulties/complications that come along with the translation as well.

It's estimated that for someone to break an old habit, it can take anywhere from 18 days to 254. This is for people, who don't have nearly as long to get used to the habits as an immortal like Zhongli would have. Like shawtie had literal lifetimes to build himself a mindset and behavior pattern around the fact that he can do certain things. Now of course, I'm talking about him forgetting his wallet but I just think it's a really interesting concept. That and the fact that I enjoy finding the serious parts of funny things. It's a bit like when you hurt your hand and forget about it until you try and grab something and are all like "oh shit right I can't do that anymore."

also its really interesting how you can see a lot of Zhongli’s traits and character in a number of the other people throughout Liyue. Like I’m not sure if it’s because of the culture that he helped to sculpt or because of the whole ‘Liyue is a city that has had it’s god at its side sine it was formed’ type beat but i just think its really nifty for whatever reason.

But yeah, Zhongli believes he has fulfilled his role in Liyue's history and has essentially retired, now joining them to watch the civilization that he has formed unfold.

now that we’ve got that vague approximation of thoughts hashed out(ill get into nitty gritty and theories and specific events and shit in later posts on the topic)

Anywho, as for his relationship with Venti/Barbatos

i have.... a fair amount of unfortunate realizations to get out of the way first before i can get to the fun stuff.

firstly, in canon its heavily heavily implied that Venti and Zhongli didn’t actually meet until after the archon war. So thats a thing, but if that seems interesting to people i can go over a bunch of hypotheticals for what it might have been if they had, just for shits and giggles.

secondly.... the idea of mountain v. windblade fruit ninja was something that i had actually planned to include from the beginning despite not being anywhere near that part of the post yet.... but upon coming back to tumblr and going back over my notes(which that everything i made because i didn’t remember like anything lol) and checking sources.... i realized that the whole idea of Zhongli throwing mountains at Venti- despite how golden it is- has basically little to nno root in canon. Zhongli mentions throwing mountains as spears and Venti’s lore says when he sliced Mondstadt’s landscape the mountains yeeted off to other locations but that the closest that the canon lore actually ever gets to mentioning or implying that at all. which huge bummer- so much potential. so close but yet so far.

BUT now that that’s out of the way lets get into actually analyzing the canon relationship (for now)

First off- Zhongli is was paranoid as fuck when they first met and i just think that’s so funny because 1) it shows how much he’s changed, and 2) he’s totally in the right in his mindset.

what basically happened in the canon was that the Archon war had only recently finished and Zhongli is just chilling, governing Liyue and guiding humanity as he had sworn to do as an archon... when the neighboring archon shows up without warning.

And Zhongli is like “shit, this fellow archon who also swore to guide humanity just abandoned his duty to come to my region, must be serious, better be ready to help with whatever drastic happening warranted this visit” But Zhongli has never met Venti before and has absolutely no prior knowledge or warning to base his predictions on for what the archon might act/be like...

so then this bitch(affectionate) chucks some wine at him and says he was just sight seeing and Zhongli is just... y’know- they’re such contrasting characters in so many ways and i just love it so much- ill get into that later tho

but anyway Zhongli is probably like “well that was weird” but he’s duty-set so he mostly ignores it. Until it keeps happening and Venti keeps bugging him.

And then the other archons join in. And then it becomes a kind of tradition. And then an event. And then the others start dying. One by one until they are the only two left.

To summarize? They hate each other.... mostly. Whether by nature, by ideals, by character, by personality, or by element, these two are just such opposing forces in so many ways, there's really no way they couldn't.

Also to clarify, whenever I say hate in this context, interpret it automatically to mean hate in a good way.

It's a bit of a self-inflicted external tug-of-war between where both thinks themselves and their own views/way of life to be correct and the others to be absolutely stupid, while also acknowledging that despite being completely unreasonable- the way other carries themselves and prioritizes things and such is simultaneously correct. That's an odd way to phrase it... More like mutually "I accept that you are an idiot for this but this works for you so get it I guess"

Which kudos! Archon solidarity! Except that Venti has a way of making his presence known which tends to get in the way of Zhongli's.... let's go with "steadfast dedication." To start out there is no doubt in my mind that Zhongli most likely outright genuinely despised Venti at first.

So much sacrifice and lives lost over the fight for who would become the archons... And this is who comes out on top? This immature alcoholic who constantly is abandoning his sworn duty of guiding humanity in favor of “sight seeing,” and distracting Morax from his own duty with wine(its good wine tho) and questions and just overall foolish behavior. I find this so funny istg- like please they just got out of a multi-thousand-year long war between gods and shawtie just turns up in a foreign nation - the nation ruled by the ‘god of war’ no less - unannouced as one of the 7 most powerful beings in Teyvat... to deliver wine... and Zhongli is supposed to be able to process this with some semblance of sanity? Zhongli of all people????

And then there’s Venti who doubtlessly sees Zhongli as a stuck up blockheaded old man with a stick up his butt who takes everything too seriously. The war ended and yet this guy is still as serious as ever. It’s dumb and it’s painful to watch him waste the precious peacetime as if it were never there at all(an over exaggeration ofc but basically)

Venti, for whatever god-forsaken reason is really fucking good at bringing people together, and that’s exactly what he did with the 7 original archons. It’s likely something Zhongli acknowledges as otherwise it would just be them in their seven separate nations, never knowing each other by anything more than name and reputation, and never leaving outside of business. It was likely that that made him stop absolutely loathing the guy’s presence.

It 100% a whole lot of just Venti messing with Zhongli and Zhongli just being massively disappointed...... and throwing mountains. I mean come on, if we cant fit god on god fruit ninja into here than what even can we do?

and then the archon start dying off(for whatever reason that as much as i want to- i have no idea about) and now in the beginning, even after getting closer I dont think it ever really went past Zhongli being the older-sibling-who-went-to-college-and-has-a-successful-job-now-figure and Venti being the younger-sibling-from-hell-that-you-never-asked-for-nor-wanted-but-has-their-perks-figure.

But with each archon down, those remaining grew a little closer in solidarity and thus Zhongli and Venti became steadily closer in turn, growing from what i’d call reluctantly endearing comradery to well... the final two left standing. These two are suckers for tradition though so they carry on with the meetings, and as hard as both parties may try to maintain the atmosphere the gathering once had when all seven were there...

Counter to the original intentions, it gradually becomes more solemn over time with each time they meet, but meet they do without fail. They meet to drink, to talk, to mourn, to plan, to just be- to exist in familiar company in the knowledge that there is another, that they are not the last living soul who shares the burden of what they have been through and what they have sworn. Old friends sharing drinks they’ve had a thousand times and tales they’ve heard hundreds, some old, some new, but over time it blurs. And through it all persists the knowledge- the ever-present reminder that there cannot be two forever. For nothing gold can stay and just as seven faded away to two, so too will two fade to one, and any further meetings will be held in solitude or not at all.

And fade it did, leaving behind only one.

“Nor would the wind ever return again.”

because idk, apparently Venti likes taking long ass naps without warning. And then when he woke up there was the Stormterror business so he didn’t exactly have time then.

And with the stress on erosion seen in Zhongli’s quests i cant help but wonder if at times during the extensive period of Venti’s disappearance, Zhongli truly did believe himself to be the last one left.

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Reasons

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 4 of 13

Word Count: 1809

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

"You're breaking up with me?" You say it like a question, offendedly and confused, from your point of view everything was going good, but apparently it wasn't.

"I am. I'm sorry y/n it's not you it's-"

"Nu-uh, Bruce Thomas Fucking Wayne you are not going end things with that cliche line," you say sounding pissed. "I love you and if you want to end things that is fine but you better as hell give me one good fucking reason why.

"But-no-were done y/n," he says, sounding confused as to why you're arguing with him. Why did you have to be so stubborn?! If anything it only made him love you more.

"No we aren't done at least until you give me a good reason. If you're going to end things with me then I deserve to at least know why when as far as I know everything is perfect according to Gotham standards," you cross your arms and pop your hip. This was the first real relationship you'd had in your life and him ending it without warning wasn't something you could handle. You needed to at the very least know why. Why had he invited you over? Why had Dick and Alfred greeted you normally? Just for him to try and end things? It made zero sense.

He looks away from you, with the angry tears in your beautiful eyes. You the first woman he has genuinely fallen head over heels for that he was currently trying to end things with. It was hurting him just as much as it hurt you, but he had a good reason. He didn't want you getting hurt because of his night job.

Both Alfred and Dick had tried to tell him you could handle it, and he knew they were right. You would be able to handle the fact that he was Batman, but he knew he couldn't handle you getting hurt. He knew that was his breaking point.

It's as you're staring at him with the tears beginning to run down your cheeks that he reaches his other breaking point. Seeing you hurting and confused, he couldn't bring himself to lie to your face another time.

"What?" You ask, seeing the slight changes to his posture and expression.

He takes a breath, "I'm trying to keep you safe y/n-"

"You're trying to keep me safe?" You ask your own expression softening. "Bruce," you reach a hand up to cup his cheek as you always had, but he catches it before you can touch him.

"Yes, I can't handle seeing you hurt. Even now, when I know I have good reasons for trying to leave you, I can't bring myself to actually do it because I can see how much it's hurting you even if you're yelling at me," his hand drops yours and comes to cup your cheek, a slight smile coming to his lips.

Your breathing hitches for a moment as he speaks, you can feel how genuine he is being, "Bruce-" actual tears begin to run down your cheeks at his proclamation of love. Your arms wrap around his torso and you lean your head against his chest, "Bruce, my love, that is the opposite of a good reason to break up with me. I hope you realize that."

His deep laugh echos through your ears, and his hand runs through your hair. "I know my dear, I can't do it. I can't bring myself to end things with you. If you had walked out after I tried the first time I would have, but I cannot bring myself to argue with you when I know deep down I'm wrong even if I like to think I'm keeping you safe."

"Well, as sweet as that is I'm glad you at least are acknowledging the fact that you're a dumbass for thinking it might work," you laugh gently and lean back to look at his face. "So, can I know what has you so convinced I'm going to be hurt if I continue my relationship with you?"

The two of you stand in silence for a few minutes just hugging each other before he says, "it'll be better for me t show you, as knowing you if I were to just tell you you would laugh and think I'm joking."

This of course causes you to laugh, "me? Laugh at you? What in the world makes you think I would do that?"

He laughs gently, "I don't know what would make me think that, dear." He doesn't wait for a real answer, instead taking your hand and leading you into the study and up to the beautiful dark colored oak wood grand father clock. He doesn't say anything as he moves the hands on the clock and it opens like a door revealing a staircase. He leads you down, still holding your hand.

You, are of course confused by this, because who the hell has a secret room in their house?! Well, billionaires, that's who. But that still doesn't tell you why he had a secret room. You look to him for an answer but he simply continues leading you down the stairs.

Once you reach the bottom of the stairs you stop, and look around amazed at the vast cave you found you were in. It's dark, and you can't see much so you revert back to default settings and ask, "you have a sex cave?"

He laughs, clearly amused with that question. The fact that he had expected any other reaction just showed him how often you surprised him. "No, y/n," he leads you a little further into the cave before letting go of your hand and saying, "wait here, I'm going to turn the lights on."

You nod, and wait as you hear him move off through the dark. Your mind was reeling, what in the world was this place? Whatever it was, it was important to him and he was trusting you with it.

It's after a few moments that the lights light up the large space. A gasp leaves you as you see on one end of the cave a huge computer screen built into the rock, on the other end a car, helicopter and a whole ass airplane. It's as you slowly turn in a circle that Bruce comes back over to you and catches you in his arms.

You were facing a taxidermy T-Rex as he leans down to softly say in your ear, "I'm Batman."

A chill goes down your spine and you know it's true, not that you could really question it when he has a bat-mobile and T-Rex in his basement. Your hands find their way down to rest on his, "I guess this would be a good reason to break up with me, if you're still wanting too."

He shakes his head, "I love you too much to do that to you. Plus, me telling you defeats the purpose of any of that stupidity," he says, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a deep kiss.

"So, this is why I couldn't spend the night?"

"Yes," he laughs softly and kisses you again as he picks you up. Your legs find their way to lock around his waist, as he carries you over to the chair in front of the computer. He sets you on the desk, kissing you deeply yet again, one of his hands traveling up your shirt to draw circles on your side.

How could he be the worlds greatest detective and also not have guessed that you, the woman he loves would argue with him when he tried to leave you? He had almost made the biggest mistake of his life that day and now all of his emotions were overcoming him, he wanted, needed you close to him.

Sooner than he wants you break the kiss and end the make out session. You gently kiss his lips one time and ask, "so, how much am I allowed to know?" You press another quick kiss to his cheek as you stand up, and say, "I love you."

He doesn't let you move far from him, sitting himself in the desk chair and pulling you into his lap. "Anything you want to know you can," he brushes your hair back from your face and tilts his head to press a kiss to your neck.

"Hey!" You laugh and push his face back from you. "I want you to answer my questions, not try and distract me!" You spin yourself to straddle him, a hand going to rest on his hip, "after questions, then maybe, I'll let you kiss me." You purse your lips in thought, "maybe I'll let you do more than just kiss me, but that depends on if you behave," you tease gently.

He laughs and shakes his head slightly, "alright, I'll restrain myself from kissing you anymore, until you have your questions answered. After that though," that smirk comes to his lips as he suggestively lets his hand go up the back of your shirt to rest on your shoulder blade.

You sigh dramatically, and roll your eyes gently, even if you were excited to see him like this. "Okay, I'll make it fast. Does this mean Dick is Robin? Is that Clark Kent guy actually Superman and that's how Dick knew him? Finally I'd like to formally apologize for doing your job that first time we met when Joker tried to shoot me and I went on autopilot and told him he had lipstick in his teeth."

Bruce laughs, "yes, Dick is Robin. I'm surprised you already put that together with Clark, usually Superman is far away so him wearing glasses works. And, my love, it is more than alright that you did my job for me. I couldn't have done it better myself, though I probably would not have fallen on top of Joker after flipping him," he teases gently and kisses your cheek, "but no, I should have known from that that you can handle yourself."

You smile and press a kiss to his lips, "well, at the very least I'm sorry for insulting you when I did thank you that night."

He laughs again, "y/n, I love every part of you and if I am honest with myself that is the night I started falling for you. You amaze me with your ability to laugh and stand strong in the face of danger, I save people every night and have never seen anyone else react like you."

You push a hand against his chest, "stop, you're making me blush."

He rolls his eyes and laughs at you again, before growing more serious as he looks at you, saying in a low, sexy, voice, "a deals a deal, y/n, I'm going to make you do more than blush tonight."

#Batman #batman x you #batmom #batmom reader #batfam x batmom #batfam #batfam x you #batfam x y/n #batfam x reader #batman x batmom #batman x batmom!reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x y/n

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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pairing: prince xiao x servant gn reader

req: no | wc: 1.62k | royal au

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (you are here) | part 5

taglist: @hanniejji

a/n: low graphic pic

The following days at the palace are tense. Nobody wants to speak about Rex Lapis’s death, in fear that it will spike a new argument. Servants that rush and bustle around the halls can barely even stare at each other, for the siblings’ fights are so harsh and loud that their horrible words still ring in their ears.

Before, as the servants dined together, they spread hearsay. Now the dining hall is silent, with the only sound being cutlery and plates. Each loud clunk of cutlery against porcelain is piercing in their ears.

Rex Lapis upheld a certain peace. With his death, there was anticipation around the corner of every action. Would the kingdom collapse? Who would take the spot of monarch?

The Adepti’s meeting with the Liyue Qixing was only in a few days. If the reunion failed to find a new ruler, doom would surely initiate.

But that was not a servant’s burden. For now, as one of the most trusted, you were to speak with the funeral parlor to begin preparations for the Rite of Parting.

It had been many years since the last Rite of Parting took place, a parting wish for one of the Adepti. Each one was directed and prepared by the Wangsheng Funeral parlor, the only funeral parlor in the kingdom. Their current director was infamous for her humorous spirit, rare for solemn occasions, but however they may behave, the Rite of Parting will not be a matter to be laughed at.

Their consultant was also famous, even in his short term of work. He was known to be calm, reserved, polite, and extremely knowledgeable. Though his reputation did not prepare you to see your supposedly dead king again.

He smiles politely at you from his office chair while you gape at him. Gathering your manners, you greet him with a bow, “Pleasure to be doing business with you, mr. Zhongli. I’m-”

“(y/n), yes I know. Take a seat.”

He may not look like Rex Lapis and he may not have the exact same mannerisms, but this was your king. You were sure of it.

“Rex-”

“Zhongli.” He corrects. “Not many people have seen through my disguise, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

You gulp, nodding. “I’m here to discuss the Rite of Parting.”

He cuts you off for the last time, “I know, and that is taken care of. Here is the contract, it has all the information you need. All you need is to take it to the Adepti and they will discuss it, but I have a feeling there’s information that you want.”

“I… yes, there is.” You gulp back the shock. This man in front of you is your dead king, but he’s going by the name of Zhongli. “Wha… why?”

“I’ve always been disconnected from my citizens. Despite this, they depend on me far too much.” He speaks of conflicting matters, yet he speaks of them so calmly and simply, even busying himself with paperwork as he does. “They create a false image of me, and they praise those ideologies. There are many things that they say I do, many ways that they say I behave, and amplified many qualities that I have always shown to be something greater. I was flawed, yet they thought of me as perfect. The people no longer followed a king, instead, they followed the pseudo-god of their imaginations.”

A frown paints his lips, and with a sip of tea, he smiles once more. “I am a regular man just like any other. I have desires and I have flaws and I deserve to take action on them. Do you understand now?”

“Yes.” It was true that the king was not perfect, just as Yuheng Keqing proposed. No person was perfect, and the same went for every monarch of each kingdom.

“You have more questions?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Who should be the new monarch?”

He smiles, in a cheeky way that you’d never seen on the king, “That’s making it too easy for you. Nevertheless, a question is a question. Who has governed Liyue for just as long as I have? Who upholds law and who helps the citizens? I’ll give you a hint, it’s not the royal family.”

“The Liyue Qixing?”

“Precisely.” He clears his throat, “But like I said. I’m a regular man. All prophecies of mine are meant to be seen as suggestions, rather than definitive word.”

“Now, you must have something for me in return. I have given plenty of answers, so it’s time you give me some too. Why do you stay with the royal family? I formed this contract with you to become our servant. Now that Rex Lapis is dead, there’s no need to stay. Why are you still serving them?” That was a question you did not have a prepared response to, but one answer shone brightly in your mind.

“Xiao. He… I care for him, and he does for me.” It was simple, yet complicated. Simple, yet it showed all the feelings you had towards the prince.

“He was always attached to you.” Zhongli states as a matter of factly, in a way that brings warmth to your cheeks. “Just as the citizens of Liyue depended on me, he depended on you.” He chuckles, “Minus the fake ideologies part, of course.”

“Well,” He nudges the Rite of Parting documents your way, “I believe that is all. Good day, (y/n).”

“Good day, your majes-” He smiles, eyes crinkling as if he’s seeing an old friend.

“Have a nice day, Zhongli.”

“Welcome home.” Another thing you didn’t expect that day was Xiao waiting for you at the door of the palace, not to mention that he considered the place to be your home. “Where have you been?”

Ever since you comforted him, he was warmer with you. The loner prince who you knew nothing about suddenly became the person you knew the most about. You hadn’t noticed just how much he liked you until your meeting with Zhongli. “Gathering Rite of Parting documents. Where are the Adepti?”

Xiao griances, most likely remembering the horrible arguments from a few days prior. “Doing their own things. Can the meeting… wait for later? I don’t want to have a reenactment of what happened the other day at the moment.”

“Sure.” You nod. “I just need to drop off these papers with another servant. Is there anything you need afterwards?”

“I… have something to show you.” He looks at anything from you, arms behind his back. He seems nervous yet excited at the same time.

“Okay, I’ll be at your room as soon as I can.”

It seemed Xiao had a lot to show you. You had no idea what he had to show off, and you did not think it entailed leaving the city.

The prince walked ahead of you, leading the way. He didn’t dare look you in the eyes, and anything he said was short and to the point. Nevertheless, he did not seem to have a rude intention. He was merely nervous, and you know that because he’s showing the most emotion you’ve ever seen him express.

Xiao stops and sits on a rock platform once you reach your destination, the hill just about overlooking the kingdom’s harbor. “I sneak off to this place sometimes to look at the view. It clears my head.”

“Even after I tuck you into bed?” You ask, taking a seat next to him.

“I- yes.” He seems ashamed to admit it. “Are you mad?”

“Why would I be?” You give up on seeking his gaze, taking in the sight of the harbor instead. “I can see why you come here, the view is beautiful.”

It’s lucky that you’re no longer looking at him, because if you locked eyes while he glanced your way, the prince would’ve flushed red. “This wasn’t the only thing I wanted to bring you up here for.” Your beauty under the slowly setting sky of Liyue was magnificent, it almost made him trip over his words.

“Well, what do you have to say?” As the blue sky turns into hues of warm colors -reds, oranges, yellows- it blends in with the warmth of Liyue. The beauty of it has you captured, but Xiao has seen it plenty of times.

“I like you.”

You turn to him to speak, which makes him immediately snap his head away from you. “Xiao, I-” Before you can assure him that you reciprocate his feelings, he cuts you off.

“I know a relationship would only burden you and distract you from your duties. I know that perhaps you wouldn’t have time for me. But… could we at least try?”

The warmth on his cheeks is forgotten when you laugh, which makes Xiao snap his head at you. Clearly he wasn’t expecting that sort of reaction from you. “Xiao, I was going to say I liked you back.”

“Oh.” He claps a hand over the lower half of his face in an attempt to hide his hot blush. Color stands out between and above his fingers.

Your laugh almost humiliates him more. “You won’t burden me, Xiao! You’d cause more joy than anything.”

He nods slowly, “Okay.”

“Okay.” You repeat. “Do you.. want to kiss?”

Xiao moves his hand just a bit, uncovering one of his cheeks, an invitation to kiss him there. He’s most likely never kissed anybody on the lips, so you’d have to save that for later.

Though a mere kiss on the cheek seems to overwhelm him. As much as you want to, you don’t tease him about it.

“Come on, let’s head back, my prince. It’s getting dark.”

My prince… no more ‘your highness’ from now on.

#xiao x reader #xiao x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin royal au #🌺-m.fluff

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alderaani · 3 years

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Maybe a mixture of 65 and 58 with Wolffe or Rex please?

58 - Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

65 - One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other

A/N: from this prompt list! thanks so much for requesting something, i’ve been having a crisis of confidence over writing the past couple of weeks, but this got me back in some sort of groove.

warnings: slight injury, canon-typical violence, very mildly suggestive.

Wolffe x gn!reader:

He hasn’t spoken to you in hours. You eye the rigid line of his back across the hangar as he directs the men unloading munitions and salvaged equipment, the sharp, pointed motions of his hands and the angry jerks of his bucket as he snaps off orders spelling out his agitation.

“Maybe I should -,” you start, before Sinker interrupts, his hand on your shoulder forcing you back onto the crate you’re sat on, while one of the medics wraps your ankle.

“Uh, no you shouldn’t,” he says. “Give him some time to cool off. You gave us a real fright out there, you know?”

You wince. It had been a split second decision down on the surface, an unexpected attack that had left you pushed at the edge of the camp and separated from the rest of the 104th with a new batch of shinies who hadn’t even earnt their paint yet. The detonators in your backpack seemed a better option than getting gunned down, but setting them had put you perilously close to the blast zone. You don’t remember much past the wave of heat and the sensation of flying; the next memory you have is waking up in the transport with your head in Sinker’s lap, his pinched face staring down at you.

“That’s what he’s mad about? But -,” you splutter, eyes darting between Sinker and Wolffe’s distant figure. “Would he have preferred I just wait to get shot?”

You go to stand again, but pushing against Sinker’s grip is like wrestling with an iron bar. The medic yanks on your trouser leg, too, grunting that you need to stay still.

“Of course not. But, come on, you know he gets stupid about you. Think he’s more mad with himself that he let it happen.”

You frown. Now that doesn’t make any sense. “What? Sinker, what are you talking about? What you mean, he gets stupid about me?”

Sinker stares at you in silence for a couple of seconds, while the medic - Gruff, you think - shakes with laughter.

“...Boost was right.” He shakes his head in bewilderment and a small amount of disgust. “I actually can’t believe it. You really are that oblivious. Maker, not a braincell between the pair of you.”

He eyes Gruff, who has finished with your ankle and has moved onto sluicing out the gash on your forearm to assess the damage.

“Can you believe this?”

Gruff snorts. “I try not to believe anything around here, you leave me out of this, Sinker.”

“What are you talking about?” You whine, glancing over at Wolffe again and jolting when instead of meeting the back of his helmet, you find his visor staring back. He stays like that for a second before stiffly turning away, his hands clenching into fists. You want to be angry, furious with him for pinning this on you, but instead you feel your eyes sting. Dropping your gaze, you sniff hard, blaming the way your throat constricts on the hard day rather than the furious set of Wolffe’s shoulder.

“Oh no, I’m not gonna be the one to let that tooka out of the bag,” Sinker laughs, then catches sight of your expression. “Hey, are you - osik. Look, he’ll come back round. He just doesn’t like getting scared.”

You’re about to snap something back, how you didn’t exactly enjoy almost getting blown up either, but if you speak you’re not sure if tears will come out instead. You’re saved by Gruff pushing to his feet.

“That arm needs stitches and if we get up to the medbay I can use a bone knitter on the ankle. Give me a hand, Sinker?”

You only look back once as they hoist you up between them, your stomach dropping like a stone when you find Wolffe is nowhere in sight.

Things seem only marginally better the other side of the fresher. It’s never the same without water, and you stayed under the sonics too long, trying to wash away the phantom feeling of grime, so now your skin feels tight and dry. All you want is to curl up in your bunk and sleep for the next several rotations, but rest won’t come.

Every time you lie down all you can think about is Wolffe turning away from you, and then you spend the next twenty minutes oscillating hopelessly between rage and wanting to find him and apologise.

The knock on your door is actually a relief - it pulls you away from sitting at your desk, rolling your comm in your hand and trying to convince yourself that typing out a message when you’re tired and emotional is a spectacularly bad idea.

At least, it’s a relief until you see who’s on the other side.

“Never, ever do that again.”

Wolffe looms over you, quietly furious, his bucket under one arm. You let go of the door controls and try to step backwards, but he follows, boxing you in between your desk and the wall. After a second of staring at him, jaw working soundlessly, rage floods through your bones to settle hot in your belly.

“It’s not like I had much of a choice,” You snap back. “You’re behaving like a child.”

Wolffe slams his helmet down on the desk, expression spasming. “Didn’t have - you could have died.”

“So could you!” You protest, crossing your arms over your chest. “We were being attacked, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Wolffe snarls, running an agitated hand through his hair. “And you decided to get yourself blown up.”

“To save the men!” You counter, pushing up close to him as anger outweighs intimidation. “You’d have rather I just let them get mown down by a pack of B1s?”

Wolffe scowls and pushes in too, so that you’re chest to chest and glaring directly into each other’s faces.

“ Of course not, I - They’re trained soldiers. Trust them to do their job next time and work with them instead of being a distraction.”

A distraction? The absolute nerve of him. You make a small shrieking noise in the back of your throat and drop backwards to try and relieve the urge to smack that stupid frown right off his face. What’s almost worse is that the words actually hurt. His attention and approval always mean so much to you, more than you’re willing to admit even to yourself. For him to treat you like a wayward child...it stings. Badly. And you never go down easy when you’re backed into a corner.

“A distraction to who?” You spit. “I don’t know why you’re being such an ass about this. The others have to make calls like that all the time and run the risk that it won’t work out, and you never go after them about it. What the hell makes me so different?”

Wolffe splutters. “Because - because -”

He breaks off and swears something in mando’a. For a second, you think he’s going to push you. His hand comes up, but instead of shoving it fists in your shirt and pulls.

You stumble into him, his other hand catching your hip and pinning you against the plastoid, and you open your mouth to ask him what the hell he’s doing -

His mouth slants over yours.

Your mind goes blank, screeching utterly to a halt. The world narrows down to the dry press of his lips, the heavy weight of his hands, and you cannot believe this is happening. Almost as quickly as it starts, though, Wolffe lets you go with a small gasp, so abruptly that it gives you whiplash.

“Shit,” he whispers, eyes wide. His tongue darts out and touches the curve of his bottom lip. “I’m -”

In the half-second it takes for you to catch up, you realise several things: Wolffe just kissed you. He kissed you, and Sinker was right; you are both idiots. You would really like him to do it again, but instead the bastard is now trying to apologise for it.

Without really considering it, you slide your hand round the back of his neck, sinking it into the hem of his blacks and tugging him back down. Your back hits the wall with an oomph as you press your lips urgently to his, pouring in every desperate month you’ve spent pining after him as your free hand scrabbles for purchase on his armour.

For a moment Wolffe is totally rigid, a taut line of shock, his lips stilled against your own. For a moment, you think you’ve completely fucked this up. But then he makes a noise, a little groan in the back of his throat, and his hand comes up against the wall next to your head, returning the kiss hungrily, desperately. His other arm snakes round your waist, and you could drown in him, you really could. His hand dips under the hem of your shirt and you gasp into his mouth at the warm touch. Wolffe huffs and licks in, the first slide of his tongue and the slick wet heat of his mouth electrifying something in your veins. You whine, high and needy, hitching upwards as far as you can.

Without breaking contact Wolffe’s hands slide down over your ass, grasp under your legs and lift, wrapping them around his waist with only a small grunt at the effort. You pull his bottom lip into your mouth and graze lightly with your teeth, savouring the shudder that runs through his body before pressing back in, sealing your lips together as he moves, carrying you with him.

He stumbles backwards, hands steady under your thighs, until his knees hit the back of your bunk. Then he goes down, catching you so that you land with your legs either side of his body. It dislodges your mouths and he stares up at you, his eyes wide, his lips kiss-bruised, a flush high in his cheeks.

“Shit,” he says again, but his voice is soft and dazed. You laugh softly as he clears his throat, hand coming up to thumb over your cheekbone. “I, uh, guess we’ve got some things to talk about.”

“Yeah, but later.” you say, leaning in and stealing another kiss. “Much later.”

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comeandreadawhile · 3 years

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HCs for Adopted Boba au

• Either on Geonosis or after attempting to kill Mace that one time

• Boba sticks to Obi-Wan like a leech. Obi-Wan brings him to council meetings because it’s just easier for both of them (Boba gets stressed when he’s away from Obi-Wan for too long and council meetings can take most of the day, and Obi-Wan worries about Boba being anxious and so on in a viscious circle). Boba will get his schoolwork done on the floor next to or behind Obi-Wan’s chair, sometimes Plo will give the boy treats or puzzles. He’s clearly plotting a new murder for Mace every day but also clearly doesn’t care what they’re talking about enough to interrupt or remember the next day so they’re chill with him being there.

• If it’s Geonosis, Anakin’s big brother vibes are all directed at Boba, who is grateful to Ahsoka for being there after Christophsis to take Anakin’s unwanted “advice” as his new padawan. If it’s after that one murder attempt, a) Anakin will totally get the attempting to murder Mace thing cuz....been there done that, but that’s not okay stop it (hypocrit), and b) be tired from dadding Ahsoka, but happy to have a new addition to their chaos squad.

• I subscribe to @elfpen’s idea about the Jedi getting little apartments instead of dorms. unless they’re not assigned to a master yet. Boba gets Anakin’s old room when/as Anakin’s moved out to be Ahsoka’s master.

• Obi-Wan goes to Kamino to get EVERYTHING from the Fett apartment because one day Boba might want his father’s armory, or books, and if all of Jango’s shirts end up in Boba’s bed as soon as the boy has them then Obi-Wan makes no mention of it.

• Navigating what to call each other is takes some time, as Obi-Wan starts out being called by his first name, and ‘dad’ and ‘buir’ were both for Jango, but as Boba starts getting attached and comfortable, “O’buir” sometimes makes an appearance.

• Boba and Cody are in an odd space. Boba doesn’t like Cody telling him what to do, in any capacity. Not that Cody often does, if only for Boba’s safety or comfort. But even things like “bundle up if you’re cold” really get under Boba’s skin.

• In that same vein, Cody wants to help and comfort but he doesn’t want to be overbearing; Boba both does and doesn’t want the comfort. Cody isn’t, and can’t be, Jango. He can’t be exactly the father Jango was, and doesn’t have the same memories with Boba that Jango had; but they can make new memories, and Cody can be there for him in whatever way Boba needs to the best of his ability. Cody doesn’t hug like Jango, but it’s still good. He can’t have his dad’s hugs, and Boba doesn’t want to be unfair to Cody by expecting them. He doesn’t want a standin, nor does he want Cody to feel like one. He wants his dad, but Cody is there and trying his best to be what Boba needs in his dad’s absence.

• Cody doesn’t make mention of it when Boba crawls in bed with him and Obi-Wan. He merely shifts the blankets over them while Obi-Wan frets over the boy.

• Cody doesn’t make mention of it when Boba is sick with a fever and keeps calling him “dad”, just holds him tight when he wants held and brings him soup when he wants to eat, constantly making sure the wet rags are cold enough to be useful.

• Boba starts calling Cody “Kote” when he’s comfortable and relaxed

•Cody might’ve cried the first time Boba called him “papa”. Because “papa” wasn’t for Jango, or Obi-Wan. “Papa” was all him.

• Obi-Wan makes sure to use Mando’a in the apartment so Boba doesn’t forget it; it broadens Cody’s use of it beyond battlefield necessities as an added bonus. Cody teaches the 212th, and Rex, what he learns.

• Obi-Wan gets a list of foods Boba got growing up and works to recreate them, with taste tests at most every step to try to get them as close to what Jango made as possible. Even the ones Boba didn’t particularly like in case his tastes change when he’s older

• Boba gets away with a lot by being cute

Mace: He absolutely did! He shouldn’t behave like this!

Obi-Wan *knowing full well Boba did whatever Mace is yelling about*: My precious little—look at him Master Windu, he could never, my sweet child, how dare

Plo *also knowing what’s up*: poor sweet lad, here have a candy

Yoda *a troll*: Calm yourself, you should, Master Windu.

Mace *covered in whatever evil Boba was up to that day to get revenge for his father*: D:<

• Boba can and will perch on Obi-Wan’s leg and glare at Mace during a council meeting

• Plo is Boba’s go-to babysitter; Rex can only counteract so much of Anakin and Ahsoka’s energy and has enough to deal with in that household already. Plo is really good at keeping Boba calm while he’s separated from Obi-Wan, and Boba and Wolffe get along surprisingly well.

• Obi-Wan tries and fails to keep Boba out of the war but his new murder child would probably be more anxious sitting around the temple waiting for him than on the battlefield. Boba holds his own, is comfortable doing missions with both the 212th and 501st if he’s with his Jedi siblings, proving to be an asset with how well Jango trained him in stealth and recon.

• Boba now has a large support system, beginning with Obi-Wan. Boba gets a brother-uncle in Anakin, as Obi-Wan’s son-brother thing, and as Anakin’s daughter-sister thing, Ahsoka is now Boba’s big sister-aunt. Cody and the 212th are pretty protective when other groups of clones give Boba a cold shoulder (they get it, but still). Rex gets best uncle status, and also cool big brother; depends on whether he’s there with Cody or Anakin.

•Boba can and will sleep on Obi-Wan during a council meeting if his finishes his schoolwork and doesn’t feel like leaving or doing anything else.

• That business with Barriss in season 5 wouldn’t have happened because Jango taught this boy well enough to know when a) somethings fishy and b) someone’s being set up. Who was communicating with workers in that temple from anywhere on Coruscant? How convenient and coincidental and baseless is any evidence being turned up? Boba would’ve been like “sounds like nano bombs, who’s got that tech? Time to go into the underworld, dad had contacts leggo”

• Boba, who’s listened to every worry Anakin has to come Obi-Wan with about Padme: bro maybe you need to stop talking to her. Doesn’t sound like either of you are happy in this “friendship” you’ve got going on, so either sit down and talk it out or maybe it’s time to make new “friends”

• Boba would destroy Lux. Telling Anakin everything and getting him and Rex in on the party makes it much more fun. Ahsoka might be content to move on after angry words and a slap but they’re throwing hands

• Boba might know about the chips

•Dooku probably checks in over holocall like a grandpa. Like “*taunt**taunt* CIS will win *taunt* anyway how is young Master Fett? I’m sure my grandpadawan is a fine father but how are things? Surely the bright young man knows who to join when the time comes—and to get enough sleep, so he’ll grow tall, and—“

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #boba fett #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #commander cody #mentions of #captain rex #codywan

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