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WHISKY'S FOXY FIC REC LIST
Okay! The promised Fox-centric fics rec list is here WOOOO! I’ve split this into complete and not complete. I did have grand plans about sorting it into genres but uh, that might be for later when I've regained the will to live... I’ve also been recommended a few I haven’t read, so have given those a section of their own. These are FOX-CENTRIC fics. … Mostly. I’ve said where the focus is more on someone else with Fox as more secondary!
THIS IS ALL HUGELY BIASED! I have my personal tastes, and know they don’t fit everyone else’s. Just because a fic isn’t on here doesn’t mean it isn’t good, and just because a fic IS on here doesn’t mean you’ll like it. I also simply haven’t read all the Fox fics out there! I’m trying to, but you folks keep writing new excellent fics and I can’t keep up! Also, I do like to occasionally do other things… Very occasionally…
Within the basic headers, none of these fics are in any particular order. Also, I HAVE ABSOLUTELY MISSED FICS. PLEASE REC ME ANY YOU THINK I HAVE MISSED. I’m intending to update this as I read more, these are just the ones I could remember/find at the moment!
I have included with the link – any ships, tags people may need to be aware of, length and a brief summary. I CLONESHIP. So yes, there's some fics with cloneshipping in here. Honestly, not anywhere near as many as I thought there would be. I have used the pairings as given by the author on the fic, so if I have missed a pairing, that's why. IF YOU THINK I HAVE MISSED SOMETHING PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW, PLEASE TELL ME. I do my best, but I’m very (very) fallible. I’d rather know and be able to fix it than not know and someone be hurt by something. (This literally goes for anything else).
If you have a fic that’s not on here and you think it should be – comment/message/ask!
With the intro over, let’s get into the meat of things!
COMPLETED FICS
Commander Fox’s Ultimate Bucket List – Blackkat
PAIRINGS: Fox/Mace Windu, Padme Amidala/Thorn/Stone, Depa Bilaba/Grey, Agen Kolar/Cody
WORDCOUNT: 27,509
TAGS: AU – Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Humour, Crack, Seduction, Murder Attempts, OTP: Anakin/Consequences, Romance, Friendship, Let Fox be a little unhinged 2kforever
SUMMARY: Fox has a second chance, a to-do list, a stolen lightsaber, and a complete willingness to give everyone around him grey hairs. Plus a Jedi Master to seduce. It's going to be a ride.
My thoughts: Y’ALL. WELCOME TO RAREPAIR HELL WITH ME. I actually tried to draw fanart for this I loved it so much. It is WONDERFUL. Hilarious. The characterisation of Fox is just brilliant.
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Our Guard (a docu-holo sponsored by the Coruscant Communications Bureau) – FortinbrasFTW
PAIRINGS:NO PAIRINGS
WORDCOUNT: 54,034
TAGS: Various original characters, Comedy, Fix-It, Dead Sheev Palpatine, that what we do in the shadows meets fox accidentally kills his boss au, mockumentary, bail and fox are bros, Crack treated seriously, no ships really in this but kit and fox are def some kind of exes, every clone deserves a droid sidekick
SUMMARY: Nonstop civilian protest duty for over a month, the senate's latest hobby seems to be getting abducted for kicks, and now he had to deal with a camdroid shaped pain-in-the-ass following his every move. The powers that be seemed to think that putting him and the rest of the Guard in some holo was the best way to work up some civilian sympathy. Well, at least there was no way his day could get any worse...
My thoughts: You all thought this list was gonna be just angst didn’t you!?! This is another, just excellent, hilarious Fox fic. Such a brilliant idea, and one I can absolutely imagine happening. Fox is so done, and his interactions with the camdroid are beautiful.
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To Be Free Once More (That’s Worth Fighting For) – Batsutousai
PAIRINGS: Fox/Obi-Wan Kenobi
WORDCOUNT: 154,695
TAGS: AU – Canon divergence, Fix-it, Qui-Gon Jinn Lives, Jedi Shadow Investigator Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi culture and tradition, Jedi appreciation, Coruscant Guard Troopers Deserve better, Force-sensitive Clone Troopers, Protective clone troopers, Clone trooper mistreatment, Clone trooper and Jedi relationships, Institutional Abuse, Discrimination, Strangers to friends to lovers, Trans clone troopers, nonbinary clone troopers, Nonbinary Jedi characters, Sheev Palpatine being an asshole, Character death, Palpatine and some Corries die onscreen, Implied/referenced character death, Deaths of original Jedi characters are reference, The young of Melida/Daan, Clone trooper Inhibitor chips, Force-sensitive Fox
SUMMARY: As a Jedi Shadow, Obi-Wan hadn't expected to have much to do with the clone troopers. Until, suddenly, he does.
My thoughts: I uh… I already broke my own rules for this list… Oops! I’m really not sorry for it though… Obi-Wan is the central character in this, with Fox as a secondary character. However the handling of Fox and Obi-Wan’s building relationship, and the way Obi-Wan interacts with the clones/the Corries is wonderful. This is a freaking excellent story. I’m breaking the rules to recommend you something you should ABSOLUTELY read.
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Operation: Don’t Wake The Commander – AlleyMoslof
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 7,034
TAGS: Fox needs a hug, Tired Fox, Fox deserves better, These shinies are dedicated, Coruscant Guards, Let Fox sleep, Fix-it, Thorn is Chaos Personified, The Guard has no impulse control, Fox is a good bro, the adoption genes are strong with the Guard, Fox IS the Guard’s impulse control
SUMMARY: “So basically, Commander Thorn ordered you to make sure Commander Fox slept a decent amount and didn’t give you any restrictions as to how to do this.”
The shiny looked up from the ‘pad to smirk at him, “sir, yes, sir.”
My thoughts: Just adorable! This is so sweet! Those Shinies sure are dedicated, and Fox gets a well-deserved nap. *heart*
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And I Did It My Way – Miyaji_08
PAIRINGS: Fox/Quinlan Vos
WORDCOUNT: 23,039
TAGS: Hurt/Comfort, Fox Needs a Hug, Coruscant Guard troopers need hugs, Coruscant Guard troopers get hugs, Coruscant Guard troopers as family, Quinlan Vos needs a hug, Protective Quinlan Vos, Ferus Olin needs a hug, Ferus Olin gets a hug, Quinlan and Fox think they’re in a murder mystery but really it’s a comedy, The best way to get away with crime is to completely forget how and why you did it, Clone troopers and Jedi as found family, Obi-Wan Kenobi needs a drink, Protective clone troopers, Protective Jedi, Coruscant Guard troopers deserve better.
SUMMARY: Commander,” High General Windu says, brows raised in suspicion. “This is the Chancellor’s office holo, is it not? May I speak with him?”
Fox stares at the general, and then down at the black smudge on the floor where Palpatine’s body used to be. Slowly, subtly, he shifts so he’s standing on top of it.
“Uh,” he says. “…No.”
My thoughts: This is angtsy, and wonderful, and Fox is so tired and his characterisation is brilliant.
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Galaxy-Saving Memes – musicmillennia
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 3,152
TAGS: Memes, Social media, chatfic, Fix-it, crack, humour, whump, Fox needs a hug, and he GETS one plot twist, they all get one!!, unhealthy coping mechanisms, trauma, reconditioning, mind control.
SUMMARY: You can only access the page if you're GAR. The Coruscant Guard decides to infiltrate it because they are tired of being ignored, and honestly? Their memes are way better.
Or, the Guard saves millions of lives through stupid internet posts.
My thoughts: BRILLIANT. HILARIOUS. The Guard are so nonchalant about the shit they’re dealing with that they turn it into memes. *chefs kiss*
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Their Days are Darker – always_a_slut_for_hc
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORD COUNT: 23419
TAGS: Clone troopers deserve better, hurt/comfort, abuse, Fox needs a hug, Wolffe is a little shit, Whump, AU – canon divergence, Dehumanization, Gaslighting, GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE
SUMMARY: After the death of ARC Trooper Fives, an altercation at 79's leads Wolffe to spend his leave snooping around the Coruscant Guard. Fox assumes he'll drop it and leave the Corries to their fate; it's what everyone else has done.
He is very, very wrong.
My thoughts: One of my all-time favourite Fox whump fics. I have re-read this several times. It does hurt, it is painful, but it does get better. Love it.
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Commander Fox is Completely Fine – Maddy_B
PAIRINGS: Fox/Quinlan Vos
WORD COUNT: 275,029
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. RAPE/NON-CON. Fox needs a hug, Tired Fox, Fox whump, Coruscant Guards, Slow burn, Dissociation, Panic attacks, Gender dysphoria, Body dysphoria, Dysphoria, Explicit sexual content, Slavery, Implied/referenced rape/non-con, all explicit sexual content in this fic is consensual, Bad parent Jango Fett, Implied/referenced torture, Mild gore, Blood and gore.
SUMMARY: Cody was still staring at him. Fox wasn't sure what made him keep talking.
"It's always the shinies who think they're invincible," he muttered, "who think they're above the rules."
Cody nodded slowly.
"Yeah," he said, voice a little hoarse, "that's usually how I lose them too."
Fox watched as his little brother finished the rest of his drink and stared down into his empty cup.
It wasn't the same, he wanted to say. That's a battlefield, this is the centre of the Republic, it's different. The truth is that it's not as different as it should be.
My thoughts: This is a long haul fic folks, but it is deliciously worth it. The angst/whump is very real. The comfort is also very real. Fox and Quinlan are plonkers who eventually get their acts together. There’s wonderful interactions with Fox and Padma, Bail and Riyo. Wonderful fic.
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Do-Over – TooManyTeeth
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORD COUNT: 109,352
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Time travel fix-it, Fox needs a hug, Depression, Suicidal thoughts, Hurt/comfort, Brotherly love, Cuddling and snuggling, Blood and gor, Torture, Palpatine is a giant asshole, Fox gets better I promise, Abuse, The Coruscant Guard collectively need a hug, Fox needs a nap, Non-consensual kissing, Non-consensual touching, Friendship, Medical inaccuracies, Unintentional betrayal, Fox gets a hug
SUMMARY: Fox made a mistake. Fox was punished. Fox died. Fox woke up.
My thoughts: Oh the hurt and angst is very real with this one folks. So is the comfort though. Eventually! An excellent story, painful to read in places, but beautifully done. I’m very excited for the sequel!
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With Nothing to Lose, There’s Everything to Go – Batsutousai
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORD COUNT: 4,706
TAGS: Clone troopers deserve better, Clone trooper-centric, Abusive Sheev Palpatine, Past abuse, Abandonment, Fox needs a hug, Fox gets a hug, Fix-it, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, PTSD, Little bit of hurt/Lots of comfort, Family reunions, Protective siblings
SUMMARY: The end of the war arrived, but nothing changed for the Coruscant Guard.
My thoughts: If you need something to just make you feel a little bit better about the world, give this fic a read. Lovely one-shot. Lots of feels.
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Commander Fox’s Guide to Touring Coruscant – KakashiKrazy256
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORD COUNT: 7,910
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Hurt/comfort, Bros being bros, Dialogue heavy, Fox needs a hug, And he’ll get one, Fox’s brothers telling him he matters and he short-circuits, Ponds is alive because I said so, Injury
SUMMARY: The painkiller he had been giving just half an hour prior is still working fine, leaving him relatively...alright. Nothing hurts particularly bad, but there’s a fuzziness layered over everything, making it hard to think too hard on anything beyond the first thoughts running through his head.
Go inside. Find the rest. Sit down. Drink. Don’t say anything stupid. Don’t get caught. And...and just be there to properly enjoy the company of his brothers.
Don’t forget these memories.
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Fox gets injured but decides to keep it secret for the sake of his batchmates. For the prompt 'is that a bloodstain?!'
My thoughts: Lovely fic. The interactions between Fox and his brothers are just wonderfully well-written. And Fox’s pain throughout is thoughtfully done.
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Foxhunt – OysterTori
PAIRINGS: Pre-slash Bacara/Fox. Side pairings of: Ponds/Mace Windu, Thorn/Cody, Echo/Fives/Rex, Bly/Aayla Secura
WORD COUNT:14,406
TAGS: Hurt Fox, Fox needs a hug, Coruscant Guard troopers as family, Coruscant Guard and GAR, BAMF Fox, Mind manipulation, Coruscant Guard loves Fox, Protective Coruscant Guard troopers, Sheev Palpatine being an asshole, Palps dies off screen because fuck him, Fox got to murder him as a treat, All clones have a competency kink, Bacara has the biggest though, Fox gets a hug, Trans clone troopers, Clone trooper reconditioning
SUMMARY: Fox has to flee after killing the Chancellor and as the events unfold he gets hunted across Coruscant by CorSec (not something to worry about) and the GAR (something to worry about).
But his Corries have his back, as always. They won't let someone take their ori'vod away from them.
My thoughts: … Honestly I just love that Fox is a BAMF MF and everyone wants him in this! From memory, I think the story actually focuses on other characters a lot more than Fox, but it’s brilliant anyway!
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It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything is fine – cats_and_dr_pepper
PAIRINGS: Depends on which chapters, but Fox/Thorn.
WORD COUNT: 62,395
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. Fox needs a hug, Fox whump, Protective Fox, Tired Fox, Fox deserves better, Fox needs a nap, Protective Cody, Cody’s name is Kote, Cody is so smart, Injury, Manipulative Sheev Palpatine, Sheev Palpatine being an asshole, Clone medics are scary, Angst, Whump, Coruscant Guards, Coruscant Guard needs a hug, Self-indulgent, WIP, One-shot collection, Din Djarin cameo, Parental Jaster Mereel, Force ghost Jaster Mereel, Eldritch, Angst and hurt/comfort, Hurt/comfort, Hurt no comfort, Character death, Suicide attempt, grief/mourning, Crack, hijinks and shenanigans, Graphic descriptions of injuries, Order 66
SUMMARY: WIP AND ONESHOT COLLECTION
My thoughts: I could recommend pretty much all of this author’s library, but I’m trying to limit it a little! While this is a collection of one shots, they’re just beautiful. I am particularly fond of Chaps 4 and 6/7. Folks, mind those tags and the chapter specific summaries.
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Trich – cats_and_dr_pepper
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORD COUNT: 1,328
TAGS: Angst, Whump, not too bad though, Trichotillomania, Fox needs a hug, Fox-centric, Fox whump, Sad Fox, Hair-pulling, in the least sexy way, Body focused repetitive disorder
SUMMARY: It was easy. It was easy to do. Any time Fox needed an extra… something to deal with the day on Kamino, he’d pull a hair. Never from the same place, never more than one, but for some reason, it helped. He didn’t quite know how or why, but the little stab of pain, the sound of the pluck through his skull, how sometimes the whole root sheath would slide out—it was something he could do.
On Coruscant, it gets out of control.
My thoughts: Look, I know I LITERALLY JUST SAID I was going to limit myself, but I have to rec this one. It holds a special place in my heart. I’ve had dermatillomania all my life. The two conditions are very related, and this whole fic spoke so much to me. Beautifully done depiction of the condition. My thanks to the author for this.
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Corrie Red – musicmillennia
PAIRINGS: None
WORD COUNT: 24,294
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. Lovecraftian Monsters, Eldritch Coruscant Guard, Horror, Body horror, Blood, Blood drinking, Gore, Non-linear narrative, Implied/referenced mind control, Manipulation, Angst, Fix-it, Cannibalism, No one is helping the Guard so they help themselves, With their new limbs, The Corries can have a little murder as a treat, Vomiting, Self-harm, Codependency, Temporary character death, Unreliable narrator, Protective Fox, Protective Coruscant Guard
SUMMARY: A Sith opens a Door and keeps it open. Something else slithers through, and it likes the Coruscant Guard. The Coruscant Guard likes it too.
My thoughts: DO YOU LIKE ELDRITCH HORROR!?! Boy have I got the fic for you then!!! Super excellent, wonderful body horror. Very creative, the descriptive language is beautiful. There are several more sidestories and a sequel in the works as well, which I highly recommend. This is the fic that made me love Eldritch Guard!
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But Still, Bless Me Anyway – bitebackbaby
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 52,977
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. AU- Murderbot Diaries fusion, canon-typical violence, Canonical character death, Clone trooper mistreatment, Clone trooper reconditioning, Clone trooper decommissioning, Coruscant Guard troopers-centric, Coruscant Guard VS GAR rivalry, Coruscant Guard troopers deserve better, Coruscant Guard troopers need hugs, Fox whump, Fox deserves better, Fox needs a hug, Eventual happy ending, Angst with a happy ending
SUMMARY: CG-Unit 1010 is functioning at perfectly normal parameters. It obeys orders. Enforces the law. It is not afraid of the Masters that bought it. It does not mourn the Units that fail to measure up to their exacting standards. The Behavioral Chip does not allow such aberrant behaviors.
GAR Units are given many allowances. Fox wonders, sometimes, exactly when they will face the consequences of that.
(aka: built and deployed on coruscant, the cybernetic constructs known as the coruscant guard come face to face with the rest of the galaxy, and begin to notice some discrepancies.)
My thoughts: The utter GENIUS of combining the CG with SecUnits. This is absolutely amazing. It’s not kidding about the eventual happy ending, there’s some grief to come first. YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY READ THIS FIC. Even if you know nothing about the Murderbot Diaries. You need not have read the Murderbot Diaries, but just so you know, YOU SHOULD.
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Tachy – postapocalyptic_cryptic
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 1,806
TAGS: Whump, platonic cuddling, Protective Wolffe, Fox needs a hug, Fox whump, Tachycardia, Panic attacks, Exhaustion, Protective siblings, Order 66 happened differently, Post-war, AU, PTSD, Tired Fox
SUMMARY: “Come on, Fox, head between your knees. You know the drill.” As gently as possible, Wolffe pushes Fox upright and helps him arrange himself in an approximation of the recovery position. He’s gasping and shaking and, now that Wolffe has his hands on him, burning up. “There you go,” Wolffe murmurs, keeping one hand on Fox’s head, carding through his hair, and using the other to comm medbay. “Deep breaths, Fox’ika.”
The war is over, but Fox is far from out of the woods.
My thoughts: Short fic with Fox suffering the aftereffects of everything? Yes pls!
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Finding the Way Back – slotmachines_fearofgod
PAIRINGS: Implied Fox/Quinlan Vos
WORDCOUNT: 7,122
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Angst and hurt/comfort, the comfort is minimal, Fox needs a hug, Coruscant-Guard troopers-centric, Protective Fox, Protective Wolffe, Fox needs a nap
SUMMARY: Wolffe stops by the Coruscant Guard complex to pick up some unruly members of the 104th, and tries to reconnect with Fox. Certain things are revealed that set off some warning bells for Fox's batchmates
My thoughts: I love Wolffe and Fox interactions. I headcanon them being close brothers, so it makes me very happy! Wolffe’s not going to let this go Fox…
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I’ve been sent up and I’ve been shot down – always_a_slut_for_hc
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 1,919
TAGS: Hurt/comfort, Implied/referenced self-harm, Touch-starved, Imprisonment, Solitary confinement, Fox needs a hug
SUMMARY: After the court martial, they put Fox away.
Just - put him away, up on a shelf like a little toy soldier. He’d laugh, if it wasn’t so fitting. They created him to do a job and he went out and did it and now they were done with him.
My thoughts: I love this fic, and basically all of the Febuwhump 2022 collection. There’s a follow up to this as well. It’s angsty folks, but SO GOOOOOD.
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Up In Our Bedroom (After The War) – lux_arcana
PAIRINGS: Queerplatonic Fox and Thorn
WORDCOUNT: 4,690
TAGS: AU – canon divergence, Dead Sheev Palpatine, Post-war, Autism spectrum, Autistic burnout, PTSD, Fox needs a hug, Fox gets a hug, Stimming, Queerplatonic relationships, Therapy, Jedi culture and tradition, Clone trooper culture, Mind control aftermath and recovery, Emotional hurt/comfort
SUMMARY: In this strange new world that Fox got to live in, he woke up safe, warm, and comfortable. Everything around him was soft, muffled, heavy. He rolled over and moved into an even warmer spot, and stretched out languidly, as cat-like a behavior as he had ever done. Without opening his eyes, he knew exactly where he was. Kamino was not safe, warm, or comfortable. The Guard Barracks, though safe, were not warm, and the only comfort they had was each other. But here -
In the Temple, he was always warm, and he was always safe, and he was almost always comfortable. His bed was soft. It was comfortable. And, as he moved into the spot Thorn had just vacated, it was warm.
“Go back to sleep,” Thorn’s soft voice whispered, and Fox did what he did best; he obeyed.
(Fox, Thorn, and the rest of the Guard, after the war.)
My thoughts: I love this fic. I love the gentleness of it. I love the pain of it. I love the recovery.
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Gar Shuk Meh Kyrayc – MageOfCole
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 1,553
TAGS: Sleep deprivation, Exhaustion, Fox needs a hug, Cody is a good bro, Cody is a little shit, Thorn is a good bro, Fox needs sleep, Clone troopers deserve better, Touch-starved Fox, Sheev Palps being an asshole, Clone troopers speak Mando’a, Mandalorian clone troopers, hurt/comfort, whump
SUMMARY: (you're no use dead)
Fox has barely slept in the last month, only enough to function in his tasks; he’s exhausted, and sore, and tired, but he has work to do. It’s his duty to always be there, ready and willing to take orders, but - Prime's tits - he's so tired.
My thoughts: I love fics where Fox’s brothers come in and make him sleep. Short, angtsy fic where Fox gets to take a good, long nap.
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Reset Restart Repeat Repose – KairaKara101
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 15,641
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Fox needs a hug, Protective Fox, Tired Fox, Fox whump, Coruscant Guard troopers as family, Coruscant Guard troopers-centric, Protective CG, hurt/comfort, Emotional hurt/comfort, Angst, CG troopers deserve better, CG troopers need hugs, Manipulative Sheev Palps, Clone trooper reconditioning, Clone trooper decommissioning, Mind Manipulation, Clone trooper inhibitor chips, Clone trooper mistreatment, Clone troopers speak Mando’a, Isolation, Amputation, Mental instability, Mental breakdown, Mental anguish, Identity issues, Loss of identity
SUMMARY: CC-1010 held a secret that none of his current batchmates, squad mates, guard vode, and vode knew about. He’d rather take that secret to his death and beyond.
My thoughts: A really interesting look at Fox having to continually reset himself. The whump is fierce with this one.
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No One Worth Remembering – RMWrites
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 1,709
TAGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. AU, Lies, Posing as someone else, Implied/referenced character death, Manipulative Sheev Palps, Thorn and Pals are in the background, Order 66 didn’t happen, Fox deserved better, Hurt no comfort, Angst, The happy ending is only for some people, Fox needs a hug, Implied/referenced suicide
SUMMARY: Fox the Original, as he called him, had gone MIA on a mission for the Chancellor a year and a half into the war. To keep the pretense of normalcy- for losing a Marshal Commander on the “safe” posting of Coruscant would cause far too much public panic- the replacement Commander had donned the painted armor of the late Fox, took up his name and number, and studied the plethora of reports left behind to mimic his voice.
He was Commander CC-1010 "Fox"- the ninth to hold that name.
My thoughts: I LOVE this idea and I love this fic. This idea is just fantastic, and I highly recommend you go read it!
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The Guard Are (Not) Fine – redhairedmuses
PAIRINGS: Fox/Quinlan, Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bly/Aayla Secura
WORDCOUNT: 14,419
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. Heavy angst, Angst, Angst and tragedy, Angst and hurt/comfort, Implied/referenced torture, Implied/referenced abuse, canon-typical violence, Mental breakdown, Fox whump, Fox needs a hug, Protective Fox, Fox is a good liar, Alcohol, Protective Cody, Minor character death, Creepy/manipulative Sheev Palps, Dissociation, Fox has issue, and he blatantly ignores them.
SUMMARY: In his service to the Coruscant Guard, Fox had learned to become a very good liar. Some would argue one of the best.
But how long can he keep lying to himself?
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aka. the corrie guard deal with a lot of shit on coruscant and no one really does anything about it.
My thoughts: Yeah, we all know I love a good bit of Corrie angst. Here’s a delicious one.
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CHTHONIC – catboydogma
PAIRINGS: Fox/Quinlan Vos
WORDCOUNT: 17,062
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. Meet ugly, Getting together, Let Fox say FUCK, Anti-clone prejudice, Fluff, Angst, Whump, Emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, Canon-typical violence, Gore, Corpses, Mind control, Mind control aftermath and recovery, Enemies to co-workers to lovers, Worldbuilding, Planet Coruscant, CG, Coruscant Underworld, Coruscant’s Haunted, Horror elements, Falling in love, Fix-it, AU – canon divergence, Order 66 didn’t happen, Past torture, Referenced decommissioning
SUMMARY: Not even two days later, Fox revised his opinion. This wasn’t a disaster. This was a Grade-A, first order, fresh off the hot plate fuckfest. Fox’s day had gone something like this: lay in bed. Get up. Knock back some of the sludge in the mess masquerading as caf. Go through forms. Fill out forms. Bust open a closet in which the Senators for Uyter and Kinyen had both managed to get “stuck” in. Go through more forms. Fill out more forms. Get called up to the Senate dome to tell a Senator that no, the Guard did not address noise complaints. Find that the stack of datapads on his desk had somehow tripled over the last two hours. Despair at the state of his inbox. Etcetera, etcetera.
And then.
My thoughts: YEEEEES DEEEELIIIICIOUS!
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Red Like My Dreams – Quarra
PAIRINGS: Fox/murder
WORDCOUNT: 8,637
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, AU – canon divergence, Blood and gore, Serial killer!Fox, Attempted murder, So much attempted murder, Murder, Unhinged!Fox, Fix-it of sorts, Fives lives, Sith flirting, Happy ending, Humour, Unhealthy relationships, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Torture, Crack treated seriously
SUMMARY: Fox wants to murder his boss so badly that he can taste it. The problem is that fucking Sheev is a difficult person to kill. That’s fine. Fox is a stubborn bastard. He can follow his heart and achieve his dreams. He just has to work at it.
or,
The one where (nearly) everyone is worried and Fox is (more than a little bit) unhinged.
My thoughts: UNHINGED FOX GETTING HIM SOME SITH-DAMNED MURDER. *chef’s kiss*
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Commander Fox’s Rules for Shinies – sleebyama
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 3,736
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Brothers, Brotherly bonding, Fox is a good bro, Ori’vod Fox, CG Dogma, Implied/referenced rape/non-con, Implied/referenced character death, Implied/referenced Abuse, Fluff and angst, Fox needs a hug, Clone trooper decommissioning
SUMMARY: Shinies are always the first to laugh at his rules.
Those who laugh are usually the ones that learn the hardest lessons.
My thoughts: Hey folks, do you like those fanon headcanons about the abused Guard? Do you like Corrie Dogma, OC shinies, and Fox adopting the shit out of people? HAVE I GOT A STORY FOR YOU!
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Don’t Ever Utter Those Words Again, I’m Begging You – Mamuzzy
PAIRINGS: Fox/Thorn
WORDCOUNT: 982
TAGS: Hurt/comfort, Injury recovery, Established relationship, Married couple, Riduurok/Mandalorian marriage traditions, Anxiety, Overprotective Fox, Cloneshipping, Whump, Crying, Art included
SUMMARY: Thorn was injured in one of his mission on Coruscant and Fox feels guilty about it.
My thoughts: Oh Thorn is so wonderfully sweet and honest! Also, THE ART! I love it so much!
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Full Body High – menphina
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 6,231
TAGS: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Trans clone troopers, Trans Fox, Trans female character, Fox needs a hug, Fox gets a hug, Internalized transphobia, Implied/referenced transphobia, Gender dysphoria, Panic attacks, Clone trooper dehumanization, Fox deserves better, Protective Fox, Order 66 didn’t happen, Clone trooper decommissioning.
SUMMARY: Fox looks in the mirror as he washes his hands, and there’s a lurch deep in his gut.
He doesn’t know why.
It’s his own face staring back at him, hair regulation-short, a bit of scruff around his jaw, a few grizzly scars. He runs his hand across his chin. It feels like someone else’s.
He looks away.
My thoughts: I love this fic. I love how gently Cody handles things when the command batch realise what’s happening. I subscribe heavily to the likelihood that there are trans/non-binary clones, and they deserve to have their stories heard.
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In Lieu of Flowers – kakashikrazy256
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 7,418
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Angst, Hurt/comfort, hugs, Wolffe needs a hug, Fox needs a hug, PTSD, Malevolence arc, bad treatment of clones
SUMMARY: “We asked for funds. It wasn’t a lot. Just, just enough for a salvage mission. To get the bodies of some vode back. Or a memorial announcement, at the very least something.”
“The General got a response yesterday, from the Senate. They...they said it wasn’t in the budget. Fox, I—I’ve always known but to...to read it...we’re fucking expendable. We always have and always will be.”
Fox knows. He knows because he had been the one to draft the response and send it to Plo Koon yesterday morning.
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After the destruction of Plo Koon's fleet to the Malevolence. Wolffe and the rest of the survivors are sent to Coruscant to determine their fate. Fox is there to pick up the pieces of his brother.
My thoughts: Hey folks? This one HURTS. It’s brilliant, but it’s painful.
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A Taste of Freedom (Only Makes it Hurt All The More) – MagicalStardust
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 2,104
TAGS: Fluff and angst, starts off peaceful and then the agonies start, mentions of abuse, Fox-centric
SUMMARY: Fox gets some rare time off-world and realises how good life can be, that maybe he's meant for something other than dying in an alleyway in the depths of Coruscant.
Of course, his freedom must come to an end.
My thoughts: This is so sweet, and then so painful…
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Learning Solitude – here_be_bec
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 4,088
TAGS: Fox whump, Emotional/Psychological abuse, Physical abuse, Fox needs a hug, Manipulative Sheev Palps, Hurt no comfort, Abuse of authority, Isolation
SUMMARY: It's a gradual, insidious thing, Fox's absorption into the Chancellor's office. The Chancellor wants a clone commander of his own, so he gets one. All Fox gets is a position far away from his brothers, a lesson in how to work around natborns who detest his very existence, and a seemingly endless list of monotonous jobs to keep him occupied through all his waking hours and beyond.
Fox misses Kamino.
My thoughts: OH THIS ONE HURTS SO GOOD. It’s brutal, it’s ruthless. It poses the question of what if Fox was isolated from the CG the way the CG is fanon isolated from the GAR and it answers it in such a cruel, wonderful way. Take the hurt no comfort seriously though folks.
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Our Deepest Condolences – Hasta_la_vista_byebye
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 1,343
TAGS: AU – Everyone lives/Nobody dies, Mace Windu is so done, POV Fox, POV Mace Windu, A full on Corrie Guard fic with no hurt at all, Non-binary Fox, Fix-it, Crack, ALL THE CRACK, Palps gets eaten by a Zillo beast
SUMMARY:After the Chancellor's death, tragically eaten by the Zillo Beast, the grieving Republic holds a funeral ceremony in honor of their regretted leader.
But not everybody attending is in the mood for mourning. In fact, the Coruscant Guard feels pretty great.
My thoughts: LET’S BRING BACK THE CRACK! Hilarious. Love it. Mace wants to put his head in his hands and laugh. A little humour after all the previous recs angst!!!
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A Flint and a Fire – Meshurkaan
PAIRINGS: Fox/Rex, Jesse/Kix, one-sided Rex/Fives
TAGS: Training on Kamino, friends to lovers, First kiss, First time, Canon-typical violence, Post-first battle of Geonosis, Canon temporary character death, Clone trooper inhibitor chips, Cloneshipping, Fix-it, Everybody lives, endgame Fox/Rex/Fives but that is later in the series, POV Rex, Not canon-compliant: The Bad Batch, A little bit of Mando’a, Drinking games, Clone trooper shenanigans, Drunken shenanigans, Fox’s bad taste in holodrams, Some angst
SUMMARY:Rex was engineered to be a perfect soldier, yet no amount of training could have prepared him for what he’d face on the battlefield (and off of it).
My thoughts: Oh look! I’m breaking my own rules again!!! The main POV in this is Rex, but Fox features heavily and HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS JUST GO FREAKING READ THIS FIC. I can’t WAIT for the endgame Fox/Rex/Fives!!! This is all SO DELICIOUS!
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All Of Life Is But a Game (And I’m Winning) – rook (jsunday)
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 16,582
TAGS: Coruscant Guard, Clone troopers deserve better, Clone troopers need hugs, Engineers, And that is a WARNING.
SUMMARY: It had started, as these things tended to do, with a bad idea at 79's. When it came to the telling, there were as many variations of who was there as there were batches on Kamino, but most clones generally agreed on a core group: Quorum, an engineer with the 212th, with ideas bigger than the GAR budget allowed; Harris, logistics officer in the Coruscant Guard, who had more contacts than the city planet had levels; and Ponds, commander of the 91st, who had never met a bad idea he couldn't make worse, and held the power to sign forms permitting it.
In which an idea is had, and two million clones run with it. So much bangcorn is eaten.
My thoughts: Look, maybe Fox isn’t the ONLY focus in this one, but he plays a starring role damnit!!! And there’s an EXCELLENT follow up which focuses on him and the Guard! This is wonderful, humorous, and the clones basically create themselves secret sports festivals and art galleries. Somehow, this will save the Galaxy… IT’S AMAZING.
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Blame – Jaigeye
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 862
TAGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Canonical character death, Grief/mourning, Whump/Angst, Character study, Introspection, Tragedy, Fox thinks about his choices, Clone trooper Culture
Summary: Thorn is dead. Fox isn't- at least not yet.
My thoughts: This hurts, in a dark, hopeless way. This and it’s follow-up fic are just excellent. Really well-written. Highly recommend.
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Category 5 Shitstorm – cats_and_dr_pepper
PAIRINGS: Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi
WORDCOUNT: 6,987
TAGS: Hijinks and shenanigans, Crack, Fox needs a nap, He technically gets one, Fox is so done, Mace Windu is so done, Fox and Thorn are not romantically together, it’s all a joke on Thorn’s part, Fake marriage, Grizzer is a good girl
SUMMARY: Fox clutched his cup of caf desperately in his gloveless hand. He still didn’t know where his vambrace was. Someone (Stone? Unclear.) was wearing his armor, and whoever it was didn’t have his vambrace comm either. He took a loud, slurping sip, and spat it back out immediately, directly back into the cup. Was this decaf? Disgusting. His day was getting worse.
“How,” he said, looking at each of the vagrants in front of him, “the fuck did this happen?”
My thoughts: OKAY. A THIRD ONE. I’M SORRY. But a, I promised I’d rec this one, and b, IT’S HILARIOUS Y’ALL. GO FREAKING READ IT.
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The Graveyarder – Trixree
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 10,697
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. CG Dogma, CG centric, Post-Umbara Arc, Clone trooper reconditioning, Psychologicial horror, Psychological trauma, Memory loss, Sith are Eldritch horrors change my mind, Eventual happy ending, Canon-typical violence
SUMMARY: They call them the graveyarders.
They shuffle off of the transport, armor scrubbed shiny white and new, brains scrubbed just as clean. They move aimlessly, startle when spoken to, and don’t answer to any name other than trooper. They are the dead walking, coming back from the grave, and they aren’t the vod they were.
My thoughts: This fic is just excellent. I love it so much.
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“May Those Who Defy Their Fate- - independent_variables
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 4,276
TAGS: Dialogue heavy, canonical character death, Angst with a happy ending, Guilt, Fix-It of sorts, Brotherhood
SUMMARY: Three days after Fives died, Kote visited Fox.
***
―be granted glory.”
My thoughts: Excellent, short but sweet.
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Sacrifice – cats_and_dr_pepper
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 10,050
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. Character death, Suicidal actions, Angst, Whump, Grief/mourning, Hurt no comfort, Clone trooper inhibitor chips, Mind control, Mind control aftermath and recovery, Unwilling sacrifice, Fox kills Palps, Manipulative Pals, Pals being an asshole, Protective Cody, Suicide attempt, Fox knows he’s going to die and damn it he’s going to get what he wants, Plo Koon is doing his best, Thire where did you get that slugthrower, Order 66, Order 66 Fix-it, End-of-life care, Vokara Che is so done
SUMMARY: Fox heard running footsteps from outside the office, getting closer and closer. He listened to the buzzing hum of several lightsabers and plastoid shuffling. There was a small army of Jedi and GAR outside the door, and Fox knew what he and his brothers would be used for.
Meat shields if they were lucky, executioners if they weren’t—and given that they still had their minds, he suspected it would be the latter.
“How could this happen…” Fox watched Kenobi whisper. “How could we forget?”
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“Ah, but letting them kill themselves would be too easy. It’s annoying when my little toys break themselves too early. Though, it is fun when it’s on my orders.” No, no, please, no. “Commanders, execute Order 66.”
Or, it's difficult when you realize that your actions have consequences. Permanent ones.
My thoughts: Folks, the tags are NOT MESSING AROUND. This is dark, and it’s painful. It’s also, fucking excellent. And something I could absolutely imagine Palps doing. You should read it.
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The Cadaver Remains – menphina
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 1,622
TAGS: Suicidal thoughts, Suicidal ideation, Depression, Angst, Heavy angst, Hurt/comfort, Fox needs a hug, Fox gets a hug, Fox needs therapy, (Fox does not get therapy)
SUMMARY: Fox was fine, most days. He went on patrols, chipped away at the mountain of datawork in his office, delicately soothed the egos of ruffled Senators. (Helped the medics forge decommissioning certificates. Went on missions for the Chancellor that left him shaking apart in the sonic.)
And on the days that Fox wasn’t fine, they had a system.
My thoughts: The Corries support their Fox. Especially when he’s breaking at the seams.
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If Somebody Loved You They’d Tell You By Now – weareallstardustfallen
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 3,305
TAGS: Hurt/comfort, Angst, Abuse, As usual Fox is having a very bad day, sibling relationships, hurt Fox
SUMMARY: Thorn hesitated. Fox gave him a narrow-eyed squint, waiting for him to spit it out.
“Also Commander Wolffe’s here,” Thorn said, purposely casual.
Fox sighed. “Here, picking his problems up from the tank, or here, he wants something?”
“Here, he got his boys out already and he’s still waiting around,” Thorn said apologetically, and then with an amused tilt of the head, “We told him you were busy and he said he’d wait until you were done working.”
Fox snorted. Fox, just like Thorn and the other Guard commanders, was never actually done working.
Or: Fox is maybe not okay, and Wolffe is maybe not okay with that.
My thoughts: The series for this is brilliant. Again, I love Wolffe and Fox interactions. Especially when Wolffe sticks his stubborn little heels in and refuses to give up on Fox.
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I’ll Take My Heart Clean Apart (If It Helps Yours Beat) – shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 12,050
TAGS: Episode s03e10 Heroes on Both Sides, Angst, Hurt/comfort, Blood and injury, Mental menipulation, Poisoning, Hopeful ending, Brotherhood, Family, Clone trooper-centric, Clone troopers deserve better, Clone trooper dehumanization, Nightmares, Hallucinations, Fox needs a hug, Protective Fox, Protective CG, Fox is the best big brother, But he needs to take better care of himself let’s be honest, Fox whump
SUMMARY: Fox tried to not think about the destruction that was waiting for him, or how the medical team was having trouble triaging all the injured clones and civilians, or how the Coruscant Security Force was as usual almost no help because, after all, this had been a Senate bombing and outside of their jurisdiction, or how—
How the whole thing was Fox’s fault.
If he just hadn’t let those cleaning droids in, they could’ve avoided the whole thing.
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“I just—I don’t know how—“ Thorn blew out a frustrated breath. Fox cracked his eyes open and saw him shaking his head to himself. Thorn's fingers were curled around Fox's armor. “One day you’ll see that taking care of yourself takes care of us, too.”
...
In which everyone blames Fox for the Senate bombings. Everyone except his brothers, who, almost frustratingly so, keep trying to convince him otherwise.
My thoughts: I can just imagine fox eating himself alive over the results of this episode. Loved this.
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Mindless Shadows and Puppet Strings – WitchDetective
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 7,886
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Fox needs a hug, Fox needs a nap, Tired Fox, Fox is not okay, Palps being an asshole, Manipulative Palps, Clone troopers speak Mando’a, Clone troopers deserve better, Ep s06e04 Orders, Overworked Fox, Heavy angst, Canonical character death
SUMMARY: Fox has been miserable since the start of the Clone Wars, but he at least thought that his life couldn't get any worse.
He was sadly proven wrong when a blackout caused him to have possibly the worst night of his life; one where he made a grave mistake that he will not be able to fix no matter how hard he wished he could.
This time, even his Corries might not be able to stop him from spiraling.
My thoughts: Fox aaaaangst. I love it. Not gonna lie. It gives me LIFE.
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Redemption Inside The Grave – kakashikrazy256
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 1,821
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. (YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING WARNED BY THAT BTW). Post-Scipio, Fox needs a hug
SUMMARY: Fox and Thorn have a conversation after the mission on Scipio.
My thoughts: I re-read this quickly because I was having trouble remembering what it was about and Y’ALL. I cried. This is heart-breaking.
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AND AFTER ALL THAT!
UNFINISHED FICS/WIPS
Life During Wartime – Chermit
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 63,750 9/? chapters
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. AU – canon divergence, Fix-it, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/comfort, Suspense, Murder mystery, Mind control, Memory loss, Implied/referenced suicide, Cognitive dissonance, Clone trooper inhibitor chips, Fox needs a hug, The Corrie Guard is Freudian slip central, and Fox is the doublethink KING, Post-episode s6e4 Orders, Sporadic updates
Summary: Commander Fox has a lot on his plate: managing his Corries, filling out piles of forms, dealing with obnoxious Senators, and not thinking about the way he keeps waking up covered in other people's blood. All that considered, he really doesn't have time to deal with being investigated by the Captain of the 501st and the Head of the Jedi Order for two separate murders he (probably) didn't (want to) commit. But Fox is a soldier, and good soldiers follow orders, so when does he ever get what he wants?
My thoughts: I wish to make this fic into candy and eat it. OMNOMNOM. Brilliant. Will sit on the edge of my seat waiting for more. Deeeeliiiiccciiious
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The Last Reason – Meerlicht
PAIRINGS: Fox/Quinlan Vos
WORDCOUNT: 89,170 13/? chapters
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. Fox needs a hug, Mind control, Suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced abuse, Minor character death, Platonic relationships, Fox is an unreliable narrator, Alcohol abuse/alcoholism, Dissociation, Panic attacks, Body dysphoria, It gets worse before it gets better, Miscommunication, Rated M for violence, Slow updates, Platonic cuddling
SUMMARY: Cody has a scar now, and it’s the only thing that differentiates him from Fox appearance-wise. For one, they both have the same circles under their eyes. Fox assumes that’s what comes with being a Commander. Their hands are the same, too, damaged and bruised at all times.
But the biggest difference Fox sees when he looks at Cody isn’t the scar. It’s the rage. Cody doesn’t wear that same rage.
Fox’s hands ache with the need to punch something.
Or: Fox dealing with Senators, little brothers, the terrifying ordeal of asking for help and a menace called Quinlan Vos.
My thoughts: Oh this is beautiful. And so, so painful. This is very much angst focused in the beginning, and it’s not afraid to show the worst side of things. Brilliant fic.
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And I Turned ‘Round and There You Were – never_going_home
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 3,666 2/5 chapters
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Fox needs a hug, CG deserve better, CG VS GAR rivalry, Implied/referenced sexual assault, Implied/referenced animal death, Fox-centric, Fox whump, Fox has anxiety, Trans Bly, Angst, Angst with a happy ending
SUMMARY: Fox wakes up face-down in a pile of flimsi with his hair in his mouth. This in itself is not particularly unusual, because he’s been sleeping at his desk for the last—five months? Six months? He doesn’t care enough to recall. Whatever. Point is, it’s been a long fucking time since he’s bothered to drag himself into his bunk. His steel desk chair is comfortable enough to while away the four hours he has between finishing paperwork and starting his first shift.
(This is a lie so fucking big it beggars belief. Fox’s steel desk chair is the stuff of children’s nightmares and one day, if the war ever ends—if he lives that long—he’s going to take a great amount of pleasure in attaching several detonators to it and throwing it in the ornamental lake of the Supreme Chancellor.)
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Fox hasn't been doing well. His batch notices (eventually).
My thoughts: Really enjoying this fic. All the delicious angsty-ness I hope for from Fox whump!
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Why Not’s and How To’s – Trixree
PAIRINGS: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Maul, Fox/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Clone trooper characters
WORDCOUNT: 68,091 11/17 chapters
TAGS: Legally Blonde Jedi AU, Lawyer Obi-Wan, Clone trooper angst, Clone trooper emancipation, Clone trooper-centric, Darth Maul redemption, Polyamorous character, Open marriage, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Flashback heavy, Obi-Wan Kenobi is not a Jedi, Anakin Skywalker is not a Jedi, Angst and hurt/comfort.
SUMMARY: Two months after the Guard officially moves to Coruscant, the lawyer shows up.
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In which Obi-Wan Kenobi never returns to the Jedi order after the war on Melidaa/Dann and instead finds another way to follow the Force's will. Namely, by fighting sentient-rights abuses all over the galaxy and emancipating the Grand Army of the Republic, one clone trooper at a time.
My thoughts: Fox-centric I said… Okay, but hear me out! The POV changes regularly in this, and Fox is absolutely one of the POVs! It’s sexy, and fun, and I’m not gonna lie, I love it! If Obi-Wan’s not your thing, probably better to steer away!
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Unexplain the Unforgivable – always_a_slut_for_hc
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 22,556 14/15 chapters
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Imprisonment, Coercion, Mind control, Torture, Dehumanization, Clone troopers deserve better, Fox whump, AU – canon divergence, The Fives incident, Clone trooper reconditioning
SUMMARY: Fox shoots - Fives lives. The commanders of the Coruscant Guard are arrested and taken into custody by Captain Rex and the rest of Torrent Company.
Something is rotten in Coruscant, and Rex thinks it's Commander Fox's heart.
My thoughts: Fuuuuck. This is another, just excellent fic. What if Rex did arrest Fox after he shot Fives? I don’t think Palps would like that very much, DO YOU???
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My Star in the Sky – Gravitymay
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 29,980 8/? chapters
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Hurt/comfort, Misunderstandings, Blood and injury, Whump, Protective Alpha-17, Fox needs a hug, Sheev Palpatine being an asshole, Medical procedures, Fluff and angst, Minimal fluff, maximum angst, Planet Kamino, Fix-it of sorts, Anxiety
SUMMARY: commander cody, through careful investigation, uncovers disturbing information about the coruscant guard. he takes it to one of the few men he trusts to do something about it - alpha-17.
cody's trust is well placed, and what alpha finds is worse than either of them imagined.
My thoughts: This is mainly from Alpha-17s perspective, but I have been thoroughly enjoying this so far. It’s another painful, angsty one (it is my leaning, sorry!).
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For your Protection – cats_and_dr_pepper
PAIRINGS: Fox/Thorn
WORDCOUNT: 30,253 6/?
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Beskar, Mandalorian culture, CG trooper-centric, CG troopers as family, BAMF Fox, Clone trooper inhibitor chips, Fix-it, Everyone is sassy, Everyone is gay, Angst, Whump, Eventual happy ending, Anxiety typical of an overworked soldier in the military, It’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you, Sleep deprivation, Din’s covert lands on Coruscant, Military lingo, Food issues, Planet Aq Vetina, Chatlogs
SUMMARY:Mando’ade were personally offended by their existence on all fronts, and it didn’t matter what faction. Kyr’tsad hated Jango, the Haat Mando’ade hated what the clones meant for them, and the New Mandalorians hated war and all its pieces. The last thing Fox needed was another shipment of empty, bloody plastoid delivered to the bricks.
There really was no telling which one sent the package.
A whole squad.
Gone.
Fox hoped they were dead. Anything else was too painful to think about.
Or; Fox finds a huge cache of beskar. The potential ramifications of this do not escape him. And then a new faction of Mandalorians arrives on Coruscant. Fox decides he's too tired to deal with this shit anymore.
My thoughts: SO. FREAKING. GOOD. Yes. Excellent idea. Love it.
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OTHER PEOPLE’S RECS I HAVEN’T YET READ (BUT WILL NOW BE DOING LOL!)
But Oh, Don’t You Know How It Goes (We Are All Walking Each Other Home) – Anonymous
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 108,245
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. Cyborg Cody, Emperor Cody, Dark Cody, But there’s some nice bits too!, Brainwashing, Clone trooper inhibitor chips, Non-consensual body modification, but also consensual body modification, Medical procedures, Cybernetics, Mind manipulation, Running an empire is a lot of work guys, Medical experimentation
SUMMARY: After the highly public and highly violent execution of Emperor Palpatine, the Sith Empire is under new management. It doesn't make much difference to Fox whether the Emperor is an evil murdering Sith Lord or an evil murdering cyborg, but as Fox accompanies the Emperor throughout the early days of the new Empire, he realizes there's something--or someone--strange hiding under that faceless armor.
Someone hauntingly familiar.
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Dead Dog (Bye-Bye Baby Blue) – batchmates
PAIRINGS: Background Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi
WORDCOUNT: 48,875 4/? chapters
TAGS: CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS. GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. Angst, War, Politics, Conspiracy, Brainwashing, Manipulation, Graphic violence, Force-sensitive Fox, Mandalorian clone troopers, Canonical character death, Implied/referenced sexual assault, POV multiple, Additional warnings in author’s note, Dark, Dialogue heavy
SUMMARY: The way it happens is simple: at some point during your service in the Guard, you’ll lose time.
The thing wiping the Guards’ memories gets sloppy and Fox remembers the order not to let Fives leave the surface alive. It changes everything and nothing at all.
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Twilight on Owl Creek Bridge – yellow_caballero
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 33,048
TAGS: Time travel, Fox snaps like a rubber band, Fox and Leia have become unstuck in time, Fascism: good or bad? And other moral questions, The mortifying ordeal of working retail under totalitarianism.
SUMMARY: SUBJECT: Regarding Senate Guard Objectives For Today
This is a polite reminder to all guardsmen that patrol schedules for the Senate vote ratifying dictatorships are posted in the breakroom. I am also issuing a warning to linear time that days should follow sequentially and are not intended to repeat. Please cease repeating. I am getting a headache.
Additionally, I'd like to remind all guardsmen that it is illegal to harbor invisible women in the Senate. If you see a ghost claiming to be Leia Organa, please remove her from the premises. She will be making a scene.
Thank you for your cooperation in preserving the peace of the Republic, and all hail the Empire.
FOX
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Invictus – Airlock_Failure
PAIRINGS: Riyo Chuchi/Fox, Embree Spicer/Dawn, Talon/Malice
WORDCOUNT: 118,993
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Hurt/comfort, Slavery, Torture, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide attempt, Clone trooper decommissioning, blood and injury, Amputation, Drug use, Sleep deprivation, Political unrest, Near death experiences, Chronic illness, Injury-recovery, Force-sensitive Fox, Force-sensitive Slick, Asexual Fox, Fox needs a hug, Fox needs a nap, Workplace violence, Violence, Espionage, Clone trooper inhibitor chips, Clone troopers deserve better, Clone trooper relationships, Clone trooper emancipation, Clone trooper medics, Cloneshipping, Implied/referenced child abuse, Implied/refered rape/non-con, Implied/reference abuse, Panic attacks, Anxiety attacks, AU – canon divergence, Minor character death, Implied/Refered character death, Kidnapping, Vaginal sex, Anal sex, Unprotected sex, Angst, Fluff
SUMMARY: The most decorated soldier of the Grand Army of the Republic doesn't care about awards or medals. Commander Fox cares about keeping his soldiers operating at peak performance. He cares about keeping the civilians of Coruscant safe from anti-Republic attacks (even if those same citizens spit in his direction on the street). Above all else, Commander Fox cares about his men, their well-being, and keeping them safe from a predatory system designed to churn them up and spit out their carcasses.
He can manage. He's fine. Really, he's great.
Except he can't stop dreaming about Kamino.
And he can't help but feel like he's drowning.
SEVERAL PEOPLE RECOMMENDED INVICTUS. I can’t believe I’ve never read it somehow!!!
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Corrie Red Taints Your Soul – Lia_ka2020ad
PAIRINGS: Fox/Thire, Thorn/OFC, Fox/Wolffe
WORDCOUNT:205,891 62/80 chapters
TAGS: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, RAPE/NON-CON. Fluff and angst, Hurt/comfort, Smut, Pain, PTSD, Everyone is mentally ill, Malevolence Arc, Fox needs a hug, Fox gets a hug, Fox is a little shit, Fox deserves better, Implied/referenced sexual assault, Suicide attempt, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Substance Abuse, Clonecest, Palps being an asshole, I ship everyone, Clone trooper decommissioning, Clone sex, Clone trooper culture, Clone trooper speak Mando’a, Mando’a language, Childhood memories, Clone trooper training on Kamino, Politics
SUMMARY: Fox exists, awesome.
He has brothers that he loves and even unlimited access to drugs, even better.
Work is still shit though, and his mind constantly tries to murder him. Luckily his brothers are annoying bastards doing everything to keep him alive, and maybe he can even find a way to silence the voices.
And to figure out how in all nine Corellian hells he is supposed to serve the Republic when it's drifting more towards Authoritarianism every day.
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A Secret Third Thing - Apollotaire
PAIRINGS: NONE
WORDCOUNT: 10,840
TAGS: Autistic Fox, Trans Fox, Meltdowns, Stimming, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, In the form of, Self-injurious stimming, Autistic burnout, Internalised ableism, Gender identity, Non-binary Stone, Non-binary Fox, Autism, Hurt/comfort, Emotional hurt/comfort, Dissociation, Echolalia, Cody's name is Kote, Fox-centric, Autistic Cody, Trans Bly, Mentions Murderbot Diaries, Post The Clone Wars, Fox needs a hug, Fox gets a hug
SUMMARY:
After the war, the effects of four years of pretending to be the perfect Marshal Commander catch up with Fox. Luckily, Fox has an amazing support system.
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“I love Fox, she’s my best friend, and they love to read Murderbot. Fox is kind to those he commands, and xe secretly has a soft spot for shinies. Ze is very loved, and I am happy to be helping hir.”
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Part Four of Not-So-Secret Secret Admirer!!!! Part One. Part Three. AO3 Link.
Eddie stares at the note and resists the urge to crumple it up. It’s been three days since he’s gotten it and somehow it remains as the only thing on his mind. Every time he reads it, it makes his heart race even though there really isn’t much to it. But just seeing Steve’s signed name makes him feel... giddy.
He’s struggling to find a way to distance himself from the elusive E.R. while trying to keep the identity similar to himself so he doesn’t screw up on a fact check in the future. So, he needs to come up with something vague that doesn’t give himself away. Easy.
It is not easy. Things that make Eddie smile are his sweetheart, metal music, DnD, and Steve... plus all his other friends. Maybe he could mention his sweetheart. E.R. could play the guitar, right? I mean, he is E.R. so of course they do. Gosh, this stuff makes his head swim.
He looks at the note again. Something that makes him smile... does he give him something as a gift? A guitar pick? Eddie fiddles with his necklace and looks down. Definitely not a guitar pick – too obvious.
He needs to clear his head or something. He shrugs on his leather jacket and leaves his uncle a note saying he’ll be back in a bit. Hopefully he’ll get back when he’s still napping so he won’t try to pry about why he left. Yeah, Eddie definitely needs some air.
He grabs his car keys on the way out and quickly is driving off. He doesn’t know where he’s going until he finds himself turning into a somewhat hidden backroad and knows exactly where he’s automatically driving to. A few minutes later he’s climbing out of his van and walking towards the top of a grassy hill to sit down and look out at the hills of trees.
He takes a deep breath and smiles. He forgets how nice it is to sit up here and hear how quiet it can get. Somehow the silence isn’t overbearing and tense – it's soothing. For once, Eddie feels like his head isn’t absolutely racing with thoughts. It would be nice to have someone up here with him though.
Something that makes him smile...
Eddie laughs softly then again loud enough to startle a bird out of the tree near him. He knows exactly what he’s going to do.
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On his way to the Family Video, Eddie picks up the rest of The Party who insisted he needed to drive them so they could pick up a tape for their movie night. But then El and Max are giggling and whispering about something that makes Eddie a bit suspicious.
“Hey, Red, what’s going on?”
He looks in the rearview mirror only to find Max staring back with a smirk. That’s a terrifying sight. “We’re wondering what you got for Steve.”
“I told you that that’s a secret!” Dustin shrieks out.
“A secret to keep from Steve,” El argues back. She definitely has been spending time with Max who high fives her. “So, what did you get him?” El asks with a big grin.
Eddie sighs. “I didn’t get him anything this time.”
It’s as if he told everyone in the car that he’s going to try to open another gate to the upside down by the way they’re all yelling at him. “Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie yells. “I’m taking him somewhere that his secret admirer – that apparently everyone knows about – wants to take him.”
“So, where you want to take him,” Max presses, and Eddie catches Lucas covering a laugh behind his hand when they get to a red light.
Eddie fixes him with a look and says, “Do you want to be the one who breaks it to Steve that his secret admirer doesn’t exist?” He cringes and turns to find the light has turned green. He takes off as a silence settles over the car. “Let’s just... let this little admirer thing die off once he actually meets some girl.”
“What if he starts turning down girls because he’s hoping this thing works out?” Will cuts into the conversation with some logic that Eddie was not prepared to think about.
“Then I’ll develop a person that Steve would never fall for.” So, he will make E.R. entirely like himself. He pulls into the parking lot and gets out of the van before any of them can argue with him.
Luckily, the teens dedicate their time to finding a movie instead of harassing Eddie about Steve. He takes the break to slip Steve a note from E.R. which Eddie tries not to cringe at as he rereads it upside down.
Steve,
I’m glad to hear that I make you smile because it’s my favorite smile in any world. One thing about me is that my brain never stops running, but there’s a place I go to that makes it all stop – and it makes me smile.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I do,
E
Eddie’s eyes widen as they get to the signature. How did he forget to finish it? He read it over at least a hundred times, but somehow, he didn’t catch it? He looks up at Steve and tries to smooth out his features but finds himself smiling as Steve gestures excitedly to the letter, the silver of the ring Eddie gave him glinting in the light. Eddie’s heart flutters as he realizes he kept it.
“E! I can now eliminate anyone with a double first name like ‘Emma Rose’ or ‘Evan Ray,’” Steve says excitedly. And Eddie’s heart stutters.
Evan Ray... Steve is no longer eliminating guys from his mind.
“You okay?”
Eddie blinks a few times and runs a hand over his face. “Yeah, man. Just... zoned out for a second there.” Steve nods with a soft smile and looks back at the note. Eddie tries not to sigh in relief.
“So,” Steve says awkwardly, running a hand through his hair, “Not to sound greedy or anything, but no gift today?”
Eddie nearly facepalms. He needs to get a grip. Instead, he smiles and asks, “Are you doing anything after your shift?”
Steve shakes his head.
“Prepare, Harrington,” Eddie says with a wink then glances over to the kids who are all staring at him. “Jesus,” Eddie mutters.
Before he can tell them to stop staring, Steve says, “Are you guys getting a tape or just standing around to stare at Eddie.”
“You’re the only one who’s staring,” Max says with a smirk then rushes off with a giggling El to the romance section which has all the boys groaning.
Eddie turns back to Steve and finds him to be a little red. “Careful, you’ll make this E person jealous.”
“Maybe they should be,” Steve says looking a bit too serious for Eddie’s heart to handle.
“Got one!” Dustin yells as he breaks the moment and slams a tape down that causes Steve to go into a lecture about the way he treats the tapes in the shop.
By the end of the rant, the other kids are already dragging Eddie out the door to give them a ride to the Seven Eleven for snacks. Eddie glances over his shoulder and gives Steve a parting help me look. Steve just winks in response which makes Eddie trip over his feet earning him a knowing look from Max. He sighs and prepares himself for the rest of this car ride.
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Eddie stares at himself in the rearview as he waits for Steve to end his shift. It’s not a date. It’s not a date. It really isn’t. He’s just taking Steve to his favorite spot – no, E.R.’s favorite spot. Maybe he didn’t think this through. He probably has enough time to get a random gift from the gas station or something.
There’s a knock on the window. Too late.
Eddie reaches over and opens the door for Steve and does his best to act natural. “Hey, man, how’s it hanging?”
Steve turns and gives him a look. Okay, maybe Eddie doesn’t know how to act natural. “Fine?” Steve replies as he tugs his seatbelt on. “Where are we going?”
Right. “Somewhere incredible,” Eddie says with a wide smile then rapidly corrects himself. “Somewhere that your secret admirer showed me.” Which he needs to go to now if he wants to make it in time. He drives off and cranks up his music to calm his nerves and not give Steve a chance to ask him about E.
Gosh, this is such a bad idea.
Eventually, Steve is relaxing into the music and even nodding his head in what Eddie would call a minuscule headbang, but he tries really hard not to think about how attractive he finds it. Soon enough, they’re pulling into Eddie’s favorite spot. Eddie curses under his breath as the sun begins to blind him.
Steve glances over at him and gives him an indecipherable look. Eddie’s eyebrows furrow. “What?”
Steve shakes his head in response and climbs out. Eddie takes a deep breath and reaches behind him to grab two large blankets and pillows. It’s a bit of a struggle getting out of the van, but Steve appears in front of him to grab the pillows out of his hand. He glances at Eddie and gives him a questioning look.
“Follow me,” Eddie says and makes the short trek up the hill and towards his favorite tree where he lays the first blanket out. Luckily it hasn’t rained recently so the ground was fairly dry. He sits down and pats the spot next to him. Steve sits close enough that their arms and legs are pressed together, and Eddie couldn’t shift closer if he wanted to.
But then Steve is shifting forward and leaning away to push a pillow behind him which means their arms are no longer touching. It’s as if Steve can read Eddie’s thoughts because then he shoves a pillow at Eddie for him to use. As Eddie adjusts the pillow Steve comments, “It’s kind of chilly out.”
And what else can Eddie do but drape the blanket over them and huddle closer to Steve – although he’s kind of sweating with how humid it is outside. Steve hums and leans against Eddie and stares out at the view. “I see what they mean about the view,” Steve says.
“Peaceful,” Eddie replies. His heart is racing as the sun begins to set. He turns to Steve and stares at him instead. “Most beautiful view I’ve seen in a long time,” Eddie says without thinking.
Steve turns to Eddie and his eyes widen as he registers what he means. “Yeah?” Steve asks with a big smile.
“That- That’s what they told me to tell you,” Eddie stutters out. Smooth Eddie. Real smooth.
Steve smile slightly falters but then he’s asking, “Can you tell me one thing about them?”
Eddie swallows and looks away. Can he? Before he can answer, Steve continues, “Are they anything like you?”
Eddie takes a deep breath and turns to Steve. “Just like me.”
“I’ll definitely like them then.”
Eddie stares at Steve who quickly looks away. What in the world does that mean? What the-
“Hey, Eddie?”
“Hmm?”
“Tell me something that makes you smile.”
Eddie smiles and automatically replies, “You.” Jesus H. Christ what is wrong with him tonight?
There’s a shift next to him and suddenly Steve’s hand is tracing down his arm under the blanket and latching onto his hand – the metal of their rings brush together. “Thank you,” Steve replies and leans his head against the crook of Eddie’s neck.
Eddie squeezes his hand in response and tilts his head to rest it on top of Steve’s, not trusting himself to answer. He’s in so deep now, and he has no idea how to feel. He knows that Steve is just projecting his romantic feelings for E.R. onto him since they aren’t there, but he is E.R.. Is there a possibility that all this could be real? And if so, would Eddie want that knowing he deceived Steve in the first place.
His heart races as him and Steve continue to watch the sunset in comfortable silence. But Eddie’s head continues to race in the one place it usually doesn’t, so much so that when the sun is finally down, Eddie is whispering. “Steve, I need to tell you. And I’m sorry that it took me so long, but... I’m E.R.. Eddie Robin to be exact. And at first, I thought nothing of it, but as time has gone on I think it’s made me realize I have these feelings for you. Really deep feelings, and I’m sorry that I had to deceive you in order to get here. But here I am. And I’m sorry. But I really do like you. So much, Steve. So much.” He holds him breath and waits for a response.
But there is no answer. So Eddie leans his head back up and glances down to see what Steve’s thinking because there’s no hiding it on his face. But then he notices it. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the lax grip on his hand, the soft snores that are unbearably endearing.
Steve hasn’t heard a single word.
Eddie sighs and gives him a soft kiss on the forehead. It was probably for the best then. He waits a few moments before he slowly shakes Steve awake – not wanting him to think he had been watching him sleep. Steve groans and cracks an eye open at him then he smiles. “Five more minutes?”
Eddie smiles softly and says, “How about we get you home?”
Steve’s arms come up to wrap around Eddie’s torso and bury his head into his chest. “Wanna stay here forever.”
Eddie’s heart thuds. He knows now that he can never tell Steve about this secret admirer stuff because he can’t stand the thought of losing this. Maybe with time he’ll forget about them, and maybe in time Eddie with have the guts to admit his feelings for Steve. For now, he wraps his arms around Steve and helps him up and back to his van.
The drive back is quiet as Steve begins to doze off again. It isn’t late, but Eddie knows that getting Steve to fall asleep can sometimes be a miracle – he holds the world on his shoulder too often.
Eddie helps a half-asleep Steve into his empty house and leaves a note on his bedside table telling him that it was Eddie who got him back safely, and he’s happy to fill in any gaps. He signs it and drives back to his own trailer. He has no idea what to do, but he knows he needs Robin’s help. For now, he needs to figure out how detrimental it is if E.R. doesn’t give Steve something after five days.
Part five
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I've been checking this game called Shipwrecked 64 and there's this section in the game where you use something like the Eagle Vision and you could use it for the rest of the game in some areas, I wanna see your thoughts on this because the entire time I was thinking of AC
You know what would be fun, nonny?
If we set up the core setting of Shipwrecked 64 to a game that Abstergo developed and released for a limited time.
It was meant to be the Entertainment Division’s first game using a prototype VR system that would later be developed as the Animus gaming console (that’s what they tell the public but it’s not true. The VR system was created using the Animus as the base but they later scrapped it and just modified the Animus).
But the game itself was in development hell for so long, only later having a limited release after the Animus’ first game (Liberation) proved to be successful. It came with a 10% discount voucher that the players can use when preordering Abstergo Entertainment’s next game “Pirates of Nightmare”.
Of course, because this is Abstergo and they’re scummy, the voucher is only available for PREORDER and will expire the moment the game is released.
The game wasn’t even given a digital release with Abstergo going for the physical copy first then just… never bothering to do a digital release because they were betting that Pirates of Nightmares would be so successful no one would remember that weird short 2D platformer that Abstergo released between two major games.
And it sorta worked.
The game wasn’t even played all that much. It was cheaper because it was short and the controls were clunky as it was created for the prototype. Abstergo only did the bare minimum to port it to the latest Animus gaming console and players can’t even access it IF they have one of the newer models (specifically the models released for “Triumph of the Borgias” onward) because it’s not backwards compatible.
Then… a Game Preservation group called “Shipwrecked 17 Recovery Crew” released an emulator that can play it even for the latest model of the Animus gaming console. They released it for free with the emulator saying “if you enjoy this game, please consider donating to the [a link that takes people to one of the site that archives all video games with a list of video games that have not been archived or preserved yet]”. There’s no request for monetization at all so Abstergo isn’t exactly keen on trying to take it down less they suffer a backlash from players who would say “you’re not even rereleasing it so why are you taking down a passion project from fans???”
The emulator also notes that it fixed some of the codes so there should be less bugs and would provide a more ‘complete’ experience.
The setting of the game is quite simple. The player plays as Shipmate 0, the captain of the Ship (no name was given so fans call it ‘ship’). The Ship suffered terrible damage during a severe storm on the sea and Shipmate 0 wakes up in an island and the goal of the player is to find all ‘16’ shipmates that are stranded in the island (with each having their own minigame, of course).
The normal ending would be getting all ‘16’ shipmates safely in a newly repaired Ship.
Most players assumed that it’s called Shipwrecked 17 because Shipmate 0 is counted as one of the shipmates so, in total, there are 17 shipmates.
Then… some starts looking at the code.
And they post the comments on a function called Golden_Ending().
// Unlock Subject 17.
// Requirement: kill all 16 Subjects.
They believe the ‘Subject’ are the shipmates and the morbid requirement fascinated some players. Other players do not that “kill” has a different meaning in codes so maybe it’s not actually killing the shipmates ingame.
Then one player realized that they can kill Shipmates using specific methods during the minigame portion. This player unintentionally found this out while he was doing the tag minigame with Shipmate 4 (the duck). The game had been simply chasing Shipmate 4 until he takes a short rest and reaching him during that short rest. BUT if a player was to use their left hand while chasing Shipmate 4 (not during short rest) and the distance is an arm’s length or shorter, the game glitches for a moment and Shipmate 0 actually tackles Shipmate 4, staying oon top of Shipmate 4 as he slumps down.
After that, a short audio of an older sounding man and a woman are played by the screen glitches to show Shipmate 4’s profile window (where it says the actual name of Shipmate 4 is Daniel the Duck) talking about how unstable ‘Daniel’ was becoming and prolonged sessions on the Animus only had minimal effect on helping him stabilize his mind.
The glitch ends with the profile showing a different profile for a fraction of a second and it was only after a few more people tried the method and recorded their playthrough so they can take a screenshot of it later on that the players found out the second profile was the ‘session’ records of a Daniel Cross, complete with dates and summary of each session.
And now, Abstergo is trying to get everyone to stop playing, saying that the game has been tampered with or that someone modified it to include such morbid things, it was meant to be a kids’ game!
People barely cared. The mystery and the ‘horror’ were more interesting than the whole “help these animal-ish creatures get off the island”. Streamers started playing it, trying to find ways to kill the other Shipmates…
They learn new things along the way…
Like how Shipmate 15 is actually pregnant and the way to kill her is… well… morbid. Shipmate 16 can only be killed by chasing him into a specific trap that will cut him to pieces.
Every time they manage to kill a Shipmate, they are transferred to an empty bar with the walls slowly being filled with the pictures of the ‘Subjects’ that appear after killing the Shipmate, including Daniel the Duck, Robert the Rabbit, Clay the Cuckoo, etc…
Then when all 16 Shipmates are killed, they return to the bar once more but it’s now burning and there’s a Dog ‘Shipmate’ in front of them.
The final Shipmate.
The key to the Golden Ending.
#golden ending means the best ending#but in this case#it’s a lie#the golden ending means#getting desmond’s animus data#who made the game?#who emulated it?#no one is sure#the game itself was released by mistake#but it was because of juno’s cult#by the time the emulator version was released#juno’s cult had already been destroyed#is it an erudito x assassin job?#is it a disgruntled abstergo employer?#is it the supposedly dead elijah?#or is it… something else?#shrug#assassin's creed#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#desmond miles#tagging desmond miles since he is the main point of the golden ending XD
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So You Have Wished It
I should be editing my current fic since I ended up with some time I didn’t expect to have today, but I am oh so stuck on a part of the current chapter so I wrote a thing instead.
Fair warning, though, it’s angsty as hell. Some Danny/Sam. It’s part of a whole AU thing I’m writing that I don’t have a name for yet but I’ll figure it out eventually.
Anyway, uh, enjoy?
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44790605
CW: suicide mention
The first sign that something was wrong was so small that it was easy for Sam to dismiss it.
She kicked a rock down the street, staring at the bizarre email on her phone and barely listening as Tucker and Danny argued about one of the new levels in Doomed! The new expansion came out yesterday, but so far it looked like it hadn’t been tested enough, and there were odd little glitches that kept piling up. “At least we finally got new content,” argued Danny. “It’s been ages.”
“But it’s awful,” groaned Tucker. “I had so much more respect for the developers before they put out this garbage. I’m not going to keep playing if my character can be randomly deleted because I picked up the wrong item!”
“That’s just a rumor, Tuck, I doubt anyone actually lost their character,” said Danny. “And even if they did you know they’d fix it.”
“That’s not the point! It should’ve gone through way more beta testing and–Sam, come on, back me up here, will you?” implored Tucker, and Sam gave a half-hearted shrug, shaking her head. She saw the two of them exchange a worried look.
“Are you feeling okay?” asked Danny.
“I’m fine. Just confused,” she said as she handed over her phone to Danny.
“‘Need to knows for your trip to Connecticut next week’?” read Danny as he stared at her. “You’re going to Connecticut? Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”
“Because I’m not going to Connecticut,” she insisted as she took the phone back and continued to stare at the email, feeling a weird sense of betrayal even though her phone did nothing wrong. “Why on earth would I go to Connecticut?!”
“Doesn’t your Dad work out there sometimes?” asked Tucker.
“Yeah, but that’s got nothing to do with me. I hate it there, it’s just full of a bunch of rich snobs,” she said as she finally put the phone away. “The only thing I can think of is that my Mom booked a flight for something and didn’t tell me. She’s been trying to get me to go to charity galas again for ages.”
“I’m sure you can get out of it,” said Danny reassuringly, and then his breath fogged in front of him and he groaned, slumping over. “Ugh, come on. Does there have to be a ghost right now? The movie starts in like ten minutes.”
“It’s okay, Danny. Even if we’re late, we’ll just miss the previews,” said Sam when suddenly a massive, glowing dinosaur with a cheering, six-year-old kid riding on its back ran past them. The three of them paused, blinking at it for a minute in disbelief as it thundered down the street.
“A dinosaur ghost? Seriously?!” said Danny as he threw his arms up, and with a sigh he ducked into the nearby alley to transform into Phantom. “Thermos?”
“Got it,” said Sam, handing it over to him as he flew after the ghost, and she and Tucker followed on foot while she silently wished she had her speeder. They ran down the street quickly, not really managing to keep pace with Danny and the dinosaur ghost as it led them past a half-dozen stores, the library, and eventually past the cemetery. For a brief moment, her eyes lingered on a spot beneath an old elm tree, an odd mix of guilt and pain flitting through her, but the feeling was gone seconds later as Danny finally caught up and pulled the kid off the dinosaur despite the boy flailing wildly, kicking and screaming.
“This isn’t fair! She’s a nice Brachiosaurus! She’s my best friend!” insisted the kid as he punched Danny in the chest over and over again. “Let me go!”
“Sorry, kid, but I’ve seen too many Jurassic Park movies to think this is going to end well,” he said as he put him down and shot an ecto blast at the dinosaur. It let out a massive roar, sending a wave of power that knocked over a couple of signs and sent Danny sprawling backward, and Danny’s eyes flashed a brilliant green as he charged up another blast and sent it hurtling at the Brachiosaurus. It tumbled over with a loud crash, smashing cars and street lights as it fell. Danny winced, clearly not thrilled about the collateral damage, but he moved forward quickly to suck the dinosaur ghost up into the thermos.
“Hey, uh, where are your parents?” Tucker asked the kid as he finally caught up, holding his side and panting heavily. She listened to Tucker and the kid go back and forth for a minute as the boy continued to argue about Phantom stealing his dinosaur, but little by little she found herself unable to focus, her thoughts drifting as she stared off in the direction of the cemetery.
“Earth to Sam? Hello?” said Danny, waving a hand in front of her face, and she blinked, having missed when he transformed back and walked over to her.
“Sorry. I kind of spaced out for a minute,” she said.
“And you say I’m a space case,” he teased. Sam rolled her eyes, not even commenting on the awful joke as Danny tilted his head to the side, frowning at her. “Are you feeling okay? Maybe we should skip the movie.”
“No, no, I want to go,” she insisted. “I’ll be fine. I think I’m just a little tired.”
They managed to make it to the movie and get through it without interruption, sharing popcorn and drinks while Tucker made fun of the special effects, and halfway through she felt Danny’s hand surreptitiously reach over and grab hers, squeezing it gently. His touch was always so cold since his accident, but she found it strangely comforting, and he gave her a small smile, his cheeks flushing red before he looked back at the screen.
She felt her face burning as she turned away, trying to focus her attention back on the movie. She knew he had feelings for her, that she had feelings for him, but she found herself too scared to voice it, to tell him the truth even as he took this small, brave step.
“Lovebirds,” said Tucker with an eyeroll, and she felt Danny’s hand immediately move out of hers as he objected, babbling about how he didn’t mean to grab her hand, it was an accident and he wasn’t thinking, and she smiled sadly as she listened to him rambling nervously on and on. It felt so normal, and she forgot about the weird email until the next day.
It was a Friday night and she was sitting in the stands, stuck at a football game despite promising herself she would never go within a mile of the high school on a game night. Danny had gotten roped into being the mascot for the game–Paulina offered to invite him to one of her parties if he covered for Mikey since he was out sick–and so Sam and Tucker came along to support him. They cheered him on from the stands, Sam snapping a few pictures despite knowing how horribly embarrassed the whole thing made him, and halfway through the last quarter, when the Casper High Ravens were down seven points, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw a text message from her Dad.
>>I scheduled an appointment for you with Dr. Daughtery for Monday after you come back. Good luck next Sunday. I know it’s a hard day for you. I’m here if you need to talk.
She stared at the text, frowning as Tucker yelled something about a call next to her, his attention focused on the game. Who the hell was Dr. Daughtery? What was Sunday? Going back to her email, she saw that her flight was supposed to be next Sunday night, too. Maybe that’s what he meant? But that didn’t seem quite right as she read the text again. Sam shivered, beginning to type out a response when she suddenly heard the crowd break out into terrified screams, her phone getting knocked out of her hands and into the stands as someone shoved her from behind as they tried to flee.
She managed to grab her phone before it fell between the bleachers, barely avoiding getting stomped as the crowd pushed and shoved their way out. Tucker helped her back to her feet and as she looked out at the field, she saw a strange monster in what looked like a Casper High Ravens uniform charging at the football players, making them scatter.
“What the hell is that?” she whispered.
“Dash. He was hit with some weird green light and transformed into that thing,” said Tucker as Danny hurried over in costume once the crowd had mostly cleared out.
“Can you cover for me?” he asked, taking off the raven head and handing it over to Tucker.
“Oh, come on, I am not putting that on!”
“I’m not asking you to wear it, I’m just asking you to hold onto it for a minute. I’m pretty sure I’ll be dead if I wreck the costume. Well, deader,” he said, and Tucker sighed as he took the raven head from Danny while he pulled off the rest of the costume. Internally Sam winced. She hated it when Danny joked about his accident and becoming half-ghost even though she knew it was a coping mechanism for him. It shouldn’t bother her–she liked dark and creepy and supported and accepted Danny–but it still made her uneasy every time, as if the joke always took things a little too far to a reality that so easily could have been.
“Fine,” said Tucker as Danny took a quick look around the stands, making sure the coast was clear before transforming into Phantom.
“Thanks.” Sam handed him a thermos, his fingers lingering on hers for a minute, and she felt herself blush.
“Be careful,” she said, her voice an octave too high, and she could feel the way Tucker stared at her and smirked.
“I’ll be okay. Promise.” She watched as he flew off and struggled with the strange, monstrous version of Dash for a minute before he finally turned his hands intangible and ripped out the ghost possessing him. Dash slumped to the ground as Danny wrestled with the massive ghost, throwing it off him as he rolled onto his back, and then he fired another ectoblast at it. The creature collapsed to the ground and he sucked it into the thermos before moving to help Dash get back on his feet. She watched as they talked for a minute, Danny putting his head in his hands in frustration before flying back over to them.
“Any idea what happened?”
“It’s Desiree,” he said. “I haven’t seen her around, but Dash said he made a wish about becoming the best player ever to win the game or something and then he ended up possessed by that thing. She’s probably behind the dinosaur from last night, too.”
“We need to find her before she does something way worse,” said Sam, something twisting uneasily in her gut. “You caught her at the fountain in the park where people make wishes and stuff last time, right? Maybe she’ll be there again.”
“It’s worth a shot,” said Danny. “You two up for a stakeout tonight?”
“Nobody’s going to be making wishes there tonight,” said Sam. “Let’s meet there tomorrow morning instead. Hopefully Desiree doesn’t cause any more problems tonight.”
They walked most of the way home together in silence, Tucker leaving them to head to his own house once they were about halfway to Danny’s. “Feeling any better?” asked Danny once they were alone, his hands tucked in his pockets as he looked up at the sky. The stars weren’t really visible from the street, the light pollution too intense, but he never stopped trying to look.
“What do you mean?”
“You just seem a little off, I guess,” he said with a shrug. “Did you ever figure out what was up with your trip next week?”
“No, I completely forgot,” she admitted. “I got a weird text from my Dad, too.”
“Oh?”
“He scheduled an appointment for me with some doctor that I’ve never heard of,” she said as she pulled it out, and this time she took a minute to search for the name online. There were a few hits, but one in particular stuck out for a psychiatrist in Connecticut. “She’s a therapist, I guess.”
“You’re in therapy?”
“It’s news to me, too,” she said. “He said he did it because he knows next Sunday’s supposed to be a hard day for me or something. It makes no sense.” Danny froze, his face pale as he stood eerily still beneath the lights. “What?”
“That’s the anniversary,” he said softly, rubbing one of his arms, and she stared back at him, not sure what he meant. “Y’know. Of my accident.”
Sam’s eyes widened. She’d completely forgotten that it was next weekend. Danny rarely talked about it, not wanting to make them worry or feel worse about what happened. He knew Sam felt guilty about pushing him to go inside it, even if things still turned out okay.
But why would her Dad think she needed therapy for Danny’s accident now and not a year ago? She never talked to her Dad about what happened, and Sam knew Danny forgave her for pressuring him that day. Was there something else that happened? Something she was forgetting? Or maybe her Dad was paying more attention than she thought last year, and just jumped to conclusions. Or maybe her mom went through her journals. She never specifically wrote about Danny being a half-ghost, but she had talked about his accident there, and she wouldn’t put it past her to snoop.
“What if Desiree already granted more wishes than we realize?” asked Danny softly, breaking her out of her spiraling thoughts. “Like maybe someone made a wish that messed with us somehow, and that’s why you suddenly have to go to Connecticut and that’s why you’re in therapy or something.”
“You think it’s related to your accident somehow?” she said.
“Maybe, maybe not. It might be a coincidence,” he said as he stared at his feet.
“What would they have even wished for?” wondered Sam. It could be some weird revenge scheme by Paulina or one of the other A-listers, but therapy and a trip to Connecticut hardly seemed like the kind of punishment they would want to inflict on her. And if it wasn't one of them, then who? She and Tucker both knew better than to make a wish, or at least she hoped Tucker did after the last time. Danny’s parents might have made one, but even so, the question about what they wished for and why it was messing with her remained.
“I don’t know,” Danny admitted, but she had the nagging sense that there was something he wasn’t telling her, that he did have a guess even as she personally couldn’t think of anything that would make sense. “But I don’t like it, the thought that our lives might’ve changed somehow, that this . . . I don’t know.”
“I don’t think she’s that powerful, Danny. There’s no way she could change so much without us noticing,” said Sam as they slowly started to walk again. “And the stuff with the therapist and my Dad doesn’t have to be because of a wish. I really might’ve forgotten something. It’s not like I listen to my parents when they talk to me.”
“Maybe,” he said, clearly unconvinced. “I don’t know, Sam. I don’t feel any different, but I’m–I’m kind of scared.” He wrapped his arms around himself, digging his fingers into his arms. “But the person who made the wish would remember, right? Have you made any wishes lately?”
“Nope. You?” she asked, and he shook his head. “We can ask Tucker and Jazz, too.”
“Jazz is still living with Vlad right now. I doubt Desiree went to Wisconsin to mess with her,” said Danny, which was a fair point. Sam was still getting used to Jazz not being around anymore. She went out there for her final year of school, hoping that the ritzy private school near Vlad’s would help give her the edge she needed to get into Harvard or Yale’s psychology program. “But we can ask Tucker. Maybe my parents, too, if I can think of a way to do it that isn’t weird. But if we’re really not sure, then I could just wish for Desiree to undo whatever wishes she’s granted. That would probably fix things.”
“That’s a good idea,” said Sam.
“Sounds like a plan,” said Danny, and then he laughed. “We actually made a plan for once. Jazz would be so proud of us.”
“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll throw a parade when she finds out,” said Sam with a grin, and she only realized then that they were already at his house. She grabbed his hand, squeezing it a little bit, and she saw him blush as her own face burned. “I’ll, um, see you tomorrow?”
“I–sure,” he said , holding her hands in his, and for one second she thought he might kiss her when he suddenly pulled away, clearly embarrassed as she watched him hurry into his house. He paused briefly at the top of the steps to wave goodbye before going inside, and she gave a small wave back before heading home. She pulled out her phone, trying to think of something to say to her Dad, some way to ask him without making it obvious that she hadn’t listened to him when he told her about going to Connecticut and her therapy appointment, but Danny’s words nagged at her. What if something had been changed? What if they were different and didn’t even realize it? What wish could they have possibly made? Maybe in another world she did blame herself more for Danny’s accident and regretted it so much her Dad had her flying out to some specialist in Connecticut to deal with the guilt.
She still hadn’t figured out a way to text her father and ask, so Sam sent a text to Tucker instead, asking him if he noticed anything weird lately or if he remembered making a wish, but he confirmed he didn’t. She tried to talk to her Mom but she wasn’t home, a note on the fridge about going to some event out of state for the evening.
Trudging upstairs to her room, she pulled out her journals, staying up late as she skimmed through them and searched for clues. She hoped that if someone did make a wish that messed with her or Danny somehow then she would find the answers there, that it would prove something to her, but nothing seemed amiss, the details on the page lining up perfectly with her memories. She tried digging through her drawers, going through her pictures, and scrolling through social media, but there was just nothing there, nothing that seemed off. She didn’t understand it.
She finally resolved to call or text her Dad, but it was already past three a.m., and no doubt her Dad would be furious if she called him so late. “Ugh, I shouldn’t have stayed up so late,” she groaned as she went to bed, knowing she needed to get up early tomorrow. She spent most of the night tossing and turning, her sleep full of nightmares about strange wishes and altered realities.
Her phone chimed on her night stand, and she reached over groggily, nearly knocking it onto the floor as she picked it up. There was a text from Tucker and Danny. They were already at the park doing the stakeout, waiting for her, and she realized she’d slept past noon. She quickly climbed out of bed, throwing on some clean clothes, and then she sent a text to let them know she was on her way.
She was almost at the fountain when her phone buzzed again, but it wasn’t from Tucker or Danny. Instead it was from Jazz, the words on the screen sending a chill down her spine.
>>Are we still on for next Sunday at noon?
“What the hell is Sunday?” she whispered, the whole situation spiraling too much now that Jazz was apparently involved in it, too. She needed to know. There was something she was forgetting, something all of them were forgetting, and she could feel her heart beating a little faster. Sam didn’t really like Jazz enough to make plans to hang out without a good reason. Danny’s older sister was nosy and overbearing and exhausting to deal with, too preppy and cheerful to be in a room with for more than a few minutes. Whatever they planned, whatever they intended to do, it had to be important, and Sam’s hands shook as she sent a text back.
>>What?
Her hands were shaking as she continued to slowly walk towards the fountain, waiting for Jazz to respond, and when Jazz finally did Sam almost screamed in frustration.
>>It’s okay if you don’t want to go. I know it’s hard for you. It’s hard for me, too.
At this point she was firmly done with this nonsense. Even if Jazz thought she was crazy, even if she didn’t understand it, Sam was desperate to finally get some answers that weren’t vague acknowledgements and half-statements. The phone rang twice before Jazz picked it up. “Sam, seriously, it’s okay if you don’t–”
“Jazz, that’s not it. I don’t remember what we’re supposed to do Sunday,” interrupted Sam, walking faster now as something uneasy clawed at her, something important and vital that she shouldn’t have forgotten, couldn’t have forgotten.
“What?” Jazz sputtered.
“We think Desiree granted a wish, it’s messed with everything. I know something’s wrong but I don’t–please, Jazz. I know it sounds crazy, but please. What were we supposed to do on Sunday?” said Sam quickly, almost running now, and she felt her phone buzz as a text came from Tucker, the confirmation that Desiree was there, their plan having worked. “Please.”
“It’s the anniversary of Danny’s death,” said Jazz quietly, her voice cracking on the words. “He died last year. You really don’t remember him?”
There was a bitter taste to the air, as if some piece of the world tipped unnaturally on its axle. She heard Jazz on the other end, talking to her still, but Sam wouldn’t answer, because deep down she could feel the inevitability of what was coming, snapping its jaws around her even as she wanted to scream and fight against it, even as she wanted to deny it, because she knew what their plan was, what Danny was going to do. Sam ran as fast as she could, her boots thumping loudly against the pavement as her heart hammered away in her chest. She had to go faster. She couldn’t let undo it, couldn’t let him die again. She could make it. She would stop him. She would–
“I wish to undo every wish you’ve granted!” shouted Danny, grinning at her triumphantly as spotted her, and Sam froze, her hands going up to her mouth in horror as tears began to pour down her cheeks.
“So you have wished it, so shall it be!” intoned Desiree, and she saw the horror on his face at her expression, his hand reaching out to her for a moment before he suddenly disappeared and the world came crashing down around her as her reality was restored, as her dreams were shattered, her wish undone.
“I wish we never lost you, Danny.” The words from her wish a week ago echoed in her mind as her memories came rushing back, of the moment when Danny stepped into the portal and was brutally torn apart in the activation, his scream echoing until everything fell suddenly, dreadfully silent. Of the year that followed, of the moment she almost killed herself in her grief and her guilt, of Jazz moving away not because of school but because she could not bear to look at her parents who built the portal that killed her brother.
And she fell to her knees sobbing, hugging herself as she lost her friend yet again because of her mistakes.
#danny phantom#dp fanfiction#my writing#there is little comfort here#especially without the bigger context#but it still works on its own#cw suicide mention#maybe death too??#but this is danny phantom so idk if it needs it#danny/sam
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Of course, I’m not counting saga as a WIP 🥂
It is no longer a WIP 🥺🥺🥺 Thanks for the ask, answers coming straight up! 💛
3. The WIP you are most attached to.
Without a doubt, the Hinny Wedding WIP. It was one of those flashes of sudden inspiration where the story arrived almost fully formed and demanded to be written before it faded away - I wrote the first draft in 48 hrs, I redrafted it in another 24 hrs. Supposedly, it was meant to be a farce comedy, but immediately became a comedy drama, full of emotion and healing and love. It doesn’t even have a name yet, and won’t be published for another 18 months because it references major plot twists from Saga and TSL, but it is pretty much finished and ready to go, and I’m already excited to share it. I honestly think it might be the best thing I’ve ever written and ever will write.
9. How do you get rid of writers block? (I wanna know your secret method)
Okay, this is a difficult one to answer because I find writers’ block comes in several forms, and each one needs a different way to tackle it. First, I just have to realise WHY I can’t write something…
Usually, I’m just too tired/not in the right mood to write what I’m supposed to be writing at that moment. This is easy to fix. I sort my own shit out, have a night off writing, or write something that I AM in the mood to write. Having flexibility and different projects I can jump into works for this. Even if it’s something I’m not planning on publishing for months/years/ever, at least it gets something out of my system.
I can’t figure out how to get from point A to point B. This can happen at any stage of writing. For example, during the planning and outlining stages I like to link main events by how one leads into another. Sometimes, I can’t figure out how that happens at first. Or, I can, but by the time I get around to writing/editing, I’ve decided that I don’t like the idea anymore, or have come up with new ideas for earlier/later on in the WIP that wrecks the progression I had planned or means I need a way to add things in at this point. Basically, my plan for the story is wrong/not detailed enough, and I need to go back to the drawing board and start over. There are 2 ways I go about doing this. Either I skip and go to the next main plot point and make a note to think about the link between them later (i.e. leave it as a problem for future me) or I go out for a walk/run with a notebook in my pocket. Moving helps me think.
I can’t figure out how to achieve the desired effect I want from a scene/chapter, or how to put what I want into words. This is easy. I play a song that makes me think of the scene I want to write, and I go out for a run/walk again. And then repeat this daily until I know where I’m at.
There are a lot of important details I need to get into a scene/dialogue, and I’m not sure how to do it without it seeming like a tick list of “things to include here”. This usually happens if there is a lot of action (fight scenes, quidditch) and dialogue that has a lot of emotion behind it or a lot of lore drop. The way I do this is to make the tick list, then use it to do a detailed outline of what’s going to happen/be said, and then write out with the emotions and tension etc later.
My character isn’t co-operating. First, I make sure that this isn’t one of the above problems. If not, I try to think why the character isn’t co-operating. Is it because the emotions of the scene are pushing them in a different direction plot wise than I’d anticipated? In which case I need to change the scene before or find a way to rework what comes next with the new mood. Is it that I’m forcing them into something because it works for my plot but not with the character that they are? In which case, I need to change where I’m headed, because you can’t force a character to co-operate with a plot that makes no sense for them. Is it that my character is being stubborn (ahem, Artemis, ahem)? In which case, I write for one of the others until they get jealous and agree to behave.
And those are Al’s top tips for curing writer’s block!
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This is my gift for @captainswan618 for the D20 exchange!
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44687986
Title: One fateful afternoon
Summary: Pete sighed softly as he looked out of the window at the stables. He really wanted to go out there and talk to Cody, the stable hand, but he was stuck in this stupid meeting about his future. And not even his future as king, but his future romantic life. It was frankly ridiculous, if Pete was honest. Why couldn’t he find someone he could marry himself. Why did every little thing have to be planned out in extreme detail?
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Pete sighed softly as he looked out of the window at the stables. He really wanted to go out there and talk to Cody, the stable hand, but he was stuck in this stupid meeting about his future. And not even his future as king, but his future romantic life. It was frankly ridiculous, if Pete was honest. Why couldn’t he find someone he could marry himself. Why did every little thing have to be planned out in extreme detail?
“Pete, are you listening?” his dad Kingston asked, “She will arrive by mid afternoon, and you’ll be there to greet her. You’ve known each other since you were children so don’t be too rude to her. From what I remember you used to love to play together when you were kids.”
Pete had no idea who his father was talking about, but he hoped it was one of the few girls who didn’t react badly to his transition.
“I will be there, father, am I free to go?” At his father’s nod, Pete rushed out of the room as politely as he could afford being the crown prince leaving a meeting with important advisors to the country and the king, even if he was your father.
“Hello Cody,” Pete greeted the stable hand as he arrived at the stables. “How are you?”
“Your highness, good afternoon,” Cody said as he bowed.
“I’ve told you to call me Pete, Cody,”
“I know, your highness,”
Pete could hear the teasing lilt to Cody’s voice as he said that and grinned. “How is Preston doing today? Did she try to eat all the apples again?”
“She sure did,” Cody laughed, “she’s doing well, I can get her ready for you if you want to go for an afternoon ride?”
Pete shook his head, “I can’t, I’m afraid. I have to stay and greet an important guest this afternoon.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, my father has finally decided who I am supposed to wed,” Pete grimaced and fidgeted with a loose thread on his overcoat. He’d have to let Iga know it was getting loose, she could fix it for him. “I wasn’t paying attention to the meeting, however, so I don’t know who I will be welcoming this afternoon.”
“I’m sure it will be okay, your highness,” Cody said, “I don’t mean to be rude, your highness, but I have a lot of chores left to do. Josh isn’t here today so it’s all up to me.”
“Of course, my apologies for keeping you from your job. I should go, I have to get ready to welcome my guest as well.” Pete nodded at Cody and turned to go. “I’ll see you later.”
“Goodbye, your highness,”
Pete walked around the gardens until he was truly late enough to get changed that he’d had to hurry. As he rushed outside he thought about who he would be greeting. He prayed to everything that was holy that it wouldn’t be Priya. If Priya was supposed to be his bride he would abdicate and become a recluse somewhere high up in the mountains.
He came to a stop right next to Ricky, a knight of the court and his guard whenever they travelled. Suffice to say they were good friends.
“Hey Ricky, how are you?” He asked in a low tone, as he could already see the carriages of another royal court in the nearby distance. “Did you pay attention during the meeting this morning? Can you tell me who is about to arrive?”
“Good afternoon, Pete. I can, but what would be the fun in that? You were at the meeting, you should know.” Ricky turned to face him slightly to smirk before turning back to the arriving guests. “What was so interesting outside that you couldn’t pay attention to the very important meeting inside?”
“Nothing!” Pete said quickly. Maybe too quickly. “I just don’t like that everything in my life is chosen for me. Why can’t I decide who I get to marry? Can you at least tell me it’s not Priya? Because if it’s Priya I will abdicate.”
“Your father knows that, Pete. It’s not Priya.”
“Thank goodness,” Pete sighed.
“Now look polite, they’re here.”
Pete watched as the carriages pulled up and two guards came out of it. They carried a small red carpet that they spread out on the ground in front of the second carriage. That was where his future bride was, then. His eyes were glued to the door of the carriage as it opened. Please, let it be someone he would actually be able to tolerate and maybe even love. Please.
It was as if time itself hated Pete because the door to the carriage couldn’t have taken longer to open. When it finally opened he couldn’t help but grin. Yes, they’d definitely be okay.
~
Sofia was less than pleased about her current situation and she’d made sure her parents knew. Who decided promising children to each other to be wed was something normal to do? She was her own person and could pick someone perfectly perfect to marry, thank you very much. She wasn’t even the crown princess, for goodness sake, why did she have to get married to a prince she didn’t even know? Except apparently she did know him, they’d been friends as children. As children. Who knew what he was like now?
Sofia sighed and leaned her head on Dale’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry, my love,” she whispered, “I know this is not what we had planned.”
“I won’t say it’s alright, sweetest, but we knew this was the risk.” Dale replied, just as softly. Sofia sighed.
“At least you’ll still be around, no one needs to know what is going on between us if we don’t want them to.”
“Let’s not talk about betraying the trust of your future husband before we’ve met him, mi principessa, he might be nicer than you think.”
“He won’t be you, though,” Sofia straightened and looked at Dale. “I know we shouldn’t talk about betraying his trust but I’ll never love him as much as I love you, I promise.”
“And I will love you for the rest of my days, sweetness.” Dale said and kissed her softly.
“Your highness!” a knock on the door of the carriage. “We’re at the edge of the forest before we will be in sight of the castle, you asked me to let you know.”
“Thank you, Em, you’re a dear.” Sofia called back and turned to Dale. “This is where we part, I suppose.”
“I suppose it is, I’ll see you when we arrive at the castle.” With one last kiss, Dale got out of the carriage to join the other knight in their entourage in the first carriage. As she watched him leave, Em and Rowan joined her in her carriage.
“I will be alright, Sof,” Rowan said, “I’m sure your prince will be perfectly nice. And Dale will still be there.”
“You’re right,” Sofia sighed, “it’s just not fair.”
“It’s not,” Em agreed as Rowan nodded.
Their carriage started moving again, bringing Sofia and her entourage to the castle they would be spending the rest of their lives in. It was a small entourage. Sofia, the youngest child of the king and queen of Staten Island and their only princess. Dale, a knight of the court and her personal bodyguard and the love of her life. Em, one of her two ladies in waiting, and Rowan, her other lady. Her closest friends and confidants. The fifth and last person to complete their entourage was Kugrash, an older knight who had a soft spot for her and she’d argued much to let her bring him along to her new place of residence. Her group was small, but it was hers and all of them knew why the situation pissed Sofia off.
She refused to look out of the little window to see if she recognized anything and startled when the carriage stopped. If it were up to her they’d turn around and go back, but of course they couldn’t, and before long Dale opened the door of he carriage and offered his hand to guide her down the step. She wanted to keep her face down and ignore the group of people waiting for her.
Then she looked up and smiled. They would be alright.
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“I would like to officially welcome you to Manhattan castle, your Royal Highness Princess Sofia of Staten Island.” Pete bows at the princess and can’t help but grin to himself.
“I am pleased to be here, your Royal Highness Prince Peter of Manhattan.” Sofia curtsies.
“Please, call me Pete,” Pete smiles at the princess and offers his arm. “Would you like a tour of the palace and adjacent garden?”
“Call me Sofie then. It’s good to see you again, Pete, I would like a tour very much.” She accepts the arm offered to her and turns to Em and Rowan. “Can you girls make sure our things will be brought to the correct chambers? Dale and Kugrash can help of course.”
“Ricky, please assist our guests to the west wing where they will be staying.”
“Of course, your highness.” Ricky nods and turns to the waiting guests. “If you’ll follow me,”
Pete and Sofia watch as Ricky leads Sofia’s entourage inside, and Pete doesn’t miss the look between Sofia and one of her guards. He’d have to ask her about that.
“You have no idea how glad I am to see you, Sofie.” Pete said as they started walking. “I wasn’t paying attention to the meeting so I wasn’t sure who would be arriving.”
Sofia giggles. “I yelled at my parents when they told me what this trip would be for. They didn’t even get the chance to tell me it was you I’d be meeting before we had to leave. I didn’t give them the room to do so.”
“So we could both have saved ourselves the trouble if we had just let our parents talk? That sounds about right from what I remember.” Pete laughs as he thinks about the way they’d been as children. Always running around getting into trouble and never listening to what their parents had to say.
“I suppose we could have, but that wouldn’t be very us, would it.”
Pete laughs and agrees.
They’re in the palace garden now and there’s no one around anywhere to overhear them.
“Can I ask you something, Sofie?” she nods, “Do you want to marry me? I saw the look between you and your very handsome guard. I won’t be offended if you say no.”
“I-,” Sofia hesitated, “if I’m being honest, no, I don’t want to marry you. Don’t get me wrong, if I had to get married to any prince because my parents said so I’d be glad it was you. But Dale, he’s the love of my life. We’ve been together in secret for over two years and I will never love anyone as much as I love him.”
“Oh thank goodness,” Pete sighs, then quickly adds, “not that you’re not wonderful and I would be lucky to marry someone like you but really you’re, kind of- not really- it’s just you’re a girl and, one secret for another, I’m gay.”
“Only us,” Sofia laughs, “thank you for trusting me with your secret, I’ll keep it as safe as I have kept mine.”
“I trust you,”
“So, do you have your eye on anyone?”
“No,” Pete responds way too quickly.
“You so do!” Sofia giggles, “C’mon, tell me! I won’t tell anyone,”
Pete glances around the garden, but they’re still completely alone. It would be nice to have someone to talk to about Cody, he supposes, and Sofia said she wouldn’t tell anyone.
“His name is Cody,” he mumbles.
“Cody? I don’t think I know any royalty named Cody. Unless he’s nobility, not royalty? There are so many I always forget half of their names.”
“He’s not royalty, or nobility.” Pete awkwardly scratches behind his ear. “He’s the stable hand. But you should see him! His eyes are piercing blue and his hair is as black as the night sky. He’s super strong and so polite every time I come to the stables. You’ll like him I’m sure.”
“In that case, let’s have a tour of the stables as the next part of this tour.”
Pete starts to protest but Sofia tightens her hold on his arm and gives him a look. Pete grimaces but nods in agreement, it would be nice to see Cody.
“Cody, are you here?” Pete calls out as they enter the stables. “Her Royal Highness Princess Sofia of Staten Island wants to meet you.”
They hear a crash and a muffled curse from the far corner of the stables and a second later Cody’s face appears.
“Terribly sorry, your highnesses, I was so caught up I didn’t hear you come in.” Cody wipes his hands on a rag and approaches the pair. When he’s in front of them, he bows. “It’s an honour to meet you, your highness.”
“Lovely to meet you, Cody,” Sofia smiles, “Pete talks highly of you.”
“He does?” Cody can’t help but ask, “I mean, thank you, your highness,”
“How are Sofia’s horses settling in?” Pete asks before Sofia can say anything else to embarrass him.
“They’re well, settled with some hay and water. They’ll be looked after with the utmost care.”
They make small talk with Cody for a bit longer before Sofia asks to finish the tour and be shown the castle, so they leave Cody and head towards the first wing of the castle.
“He was totally looking at you when you turned around!” Sofia whisper-yells, “He likes you, too, I can tell.”
“He does not,”
“Does so,”
“Does not,”
“Does so,”
“Not,”
“Does,”
“Ahem,” a voice interrupts them, and they look up.
“Dale!” Sofia exclaims, “Have you finished your tour already?”
“About a quarter of an hour ago, your highness,”
“Wonderful, then you can show Sofia around!” Pete says, and pushes Sofia towards her lover. “Not that I don’t love your company, Sof, but we said what we said and I just got a wonderful idea.”
“Of course, Petey-pie.” Sofia giggles and curls her hand around Dale’s offered arm. “See you at dinner?”
Pete nods and waves them off.
He heads to the library in search of Esther, hoping she can help him find what he needs. He finds her sitting at one of the big tables in their enormous library.
“Good afternoon, Esther,” he greets her as he joins her at her table. The books in front of her look difficult, with a lot of crossing lines and pulsating red light coming from one of the many open pages.
“Your highness, good afternoon,” Esther nods at him, “What can I help you with?”
“Do you know of any way to turn a flower green? I don’t want a leaf I would like for the actual flower petals to be green.”
“You’re in luck, colour changing is one of the first charms we teach apprentices and I actually have some flowers still from the lesson last week, why don’t you have a look at those?” She leads him to a table in a corner, where a wide variety of flowers are neatly stacked. “Take anything you like, if there’s anything else I can do for you I’ll be at my table.”
“Thank you,” Pete nods and turns his attention to the flowers. He finds a beautifully delicate flower that has been turned entirely green. He doesn���t know much about flowers so he wasn’t sure about its original colours but it was super pretty in green.
He throws a “Thanks, Esther!” over his shoulder as he rushes out of the library back down the winding stairs and out of the door to the stables.
“Cody! Are you here?”
“Your highness, is everything alright?” Cody frowns at how out of breath Pete is.
“Huh? Oh, yes, everything is okay, or I hope so. Depends on what you say.” Pete smiles.
“On me?” Cody frowns.
“I realised today how short life is and meeting Sofia again after so many years and seeing what she has made of her life gave me the nudge I needed to make sure I would live a life I would actually like and not have to regret anything when I’m old. I like you, Cody, romantically. And I hope you like me too. And that you’ll accept this flower as a token of my appreciation and a courting gift.” Pete holds out the green flower. “I know this sounds ridiculous but it’s true and I’m not playing a joke on you or insincere in my advances and I hope you’ll give me a chance.”
“You’re really not kidding?” Cody whispers, looking pale.
“I’m not,” Pete confirms.
“I would be honoured to be courted by you, Pete,”
“You would?”
“I would,”
“Does that mean you like me as well? Romantically?”
“I never thought I’d stand any chance, so I wasn’t going to tell you. You’re a prince. You’re presumed to be straight, though I know better now. Even if you liked men I didn’t think there was any chance in hell that you’d like me, a lowly stable hand, when there’s all these gorgeous princes all around you all the time. All that’s to say, I like you a lot, romantically.”
“Can I kiss you?” Pete blushes as soon as he says it but he doesn’t take back his words.
Cody nods, just as red, and reaches out a hand to Pete.
Pete puts his hands on either side of Cody’s face and presses the softest kiss to his lips.
“Finally!” A small voice says from behind Pete, and they jump apart as fast as they can. Pete turns around.
“Nod! What are you doing here?” Pete looks at his younger sibling.
“I wanted to play and I thought you would be here because you’re always here looking at Cody.”
“I- I want to disagree but you’re probably right, I am in here a lot.” Pete laughs, “and I’ll be in here even more now.”
“Are you going to get married?” Nod asks, and Cody stifles a sound.
“Hopefully one day.” Pete says, looking at Cody instead of Nod. “Are you okay?”
“What about the princess?”
“She won’t mind, I can tell you that much. We’ll figure it out.” Pete squeezes Cody’s hand. “You can’t tell anyone yet, okay, Nod? It’s like the secret with the candle and the carpet.”
Nod mimes zipping their lips shut and nods in agreement. “Can we play now?”
“Yeah, we can play. Cody, would you like to join us?”
~
“Pete knows.” Sofia says as soon as they’ve ended the tour and entered her new bedroom. “We can trust him and he doesn’t mind. He prefers this actually.”
“Okay, darling, I trust your judgement.” Dale smiles at her.
“Pete and I are going to come up with a plan and you and I are going to be together for the rest of our lives, I promise you. Now come cuddle on this bed that looks ridiculously big and cosy.”
Dale follows and they spend the afternoon quietly enjoying each other’s presence. There’s no need for big declarations between them, the softness of being in each other’s arms is more than enough for them.
When dinner time arrives Sofia reluctantly separates from Dale to have dinner with Pete and the rest of the court. She’s glad to see she’s seated next to Pete with Em and Rowan on her other side.
“Hey Pete,” she sits down next to him and looks closely at his face. “You look different from this afternoon. Like you feel-” she gasps, “did you?”
Pete smiles at her.
“You did! Oh my gosh I’m so happy for you!” She falters, “He did respond well, right?”
Pete nods and smiles, “He did.”
“Yay!”
“I’m going to tell my parents.”
“I’ll be there to support you, if you want me to.”
“I’d like that,” he smiles at her, “and we can see what we can do for you and Dale,”
“That would be amazing,”
~
Sofia and Pete spend a few days thinking of how to approach the topic with the king and queen of Manhattan, and in extension Sofia’s parents back in Staten Island.
When they finally get their plan together they present it to King Kingston and Queen Elizabeth, who can’t help but agree. They only want what's best for their son, after all. They’d picked Sofia to be wed to Pete because they knew the two got along and at the very least they could be close friends if they didn’t fall in love. Which they now know would definitely not happen.
Kingston and Liz meet Cody as Pete’s partner that same night, and while they have some concerns because of Cody’s lack of noble status, they see how happy he makes their son and how happy their son makes him.
They watch their son and his partner through the years as they grow closer together and happier than they have ever seen Pete.
Cody and Pete bring out the best in each other, where Pete helps Cody learn how to act in official settings, Cody helps Pete be more present in the now and introduces him to the people in the village. Where it was once rare to see any of the royal family in the nearby town, it is now odd if they don’t see the crown prince every couple of days.
Cody apprentices under Ricky and becomes a knight of the court before he and Pete get married. It quickly becomes clear to Pete that if they didn’t budget for it, Cody could and would spend all of their gold on the most gorgeous and elaborate swords. It didn’t matter that they were impractical, they also made good wall decorations if he had to believe Cody.
Pete and Cody get married after a two year courtship, during which time Pete works hard together with his parents to change the laws about royalty marrying common folk. They get married the day the laws change, and it’s a wonderful ceremony, better than any of them could have asked for. Cody tries to wear three swords to the wedding but Pete manages to convince him to leave two of them at home when he lets Cody get a sneak peak at his wedding present (spoiler, it’s another sword).
Sofia and Dale get married the first spring they officially live at Manhattan castle, in the castle gardens and live as trusted advisors and confidantes to the king and queen and later to the two kings when Pete ascends the throne with Cody at his side. Even though the king and queen of Staten Island weren’t happy with the result, they did give their blessing to the pair to get wed, realising that Sofia would marry Dale no matter what the king and queen had to say about it.
Two years later, they welcome their first baby girl into the world. Catherine Lee grows up to be just as fiery as her mother and as loving as her father, and she has Pete and Cody wrapped around her little finger, they get her the most wonderful gifts and things as if she was their own.
While neither Pete nor Sofia could have predicted what would happen that one fateful afternoon, both of them wouldn’t have traded any of it for anything else.
#dimension 20#pete conlan#cody walsh#cody night angel walsh#sofia lee#dale lee#copete#sofia x dale#dale x sofia#d20exchange2022
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So I turn on my computer to Be Online, as this is my natural state. Only Online isn’t happening.
One checklist and scan later, my computer informs me that the network card isn’t working. Maybe it’s the driver, maybe it’s a hardware failure. Who knows? Not the computer!
Try a handful of simple fixes...no joy. Can’t find where I put the motherboard installation disc to try reinstalling the drivers from scratch.
My first instinct is of course to google the problem. Except, oh yes, no internet.
Maybe the laptop...which is in a protective case buried under a pile of crap.
One cleaning later, laptop is up and running! And slow as shit. And while it’s connected, it won’t load any webpages, giving me messages about protocols and security.
Finally I get one bitching about how the timeclock doesn’t match the website, look down, and oh. The laptop thinks it’s June of 2021 for some reason.
I reset. I’m online! Things are still slow as shit! As in, click on anything, then go make yourself a sandwich while the computer decides if it’s going to open that tab/program/link/whatever.
Finally get some drivers to try reinstalling the goddam card. It takes approximately a half-hour to download, transfer to a flash drive, unzip, and install, because the laptop is still poking along at the speed of tar because it has to update EVERYTHING WHY HAVE YOU NOT TURNED ME ON IN SO LONG?
But it works! On the first try! I am back online, the driver installation package is safely stored on the hard drive in case it happens again, and the laptop is still plugged in and presumably downloading updates. Or maybe it’s just sitting there; I have no progress bar on anything it’s doing right now.
The important thing is that I am returned to my natural habitat, and can be distracted from the chore of returning the room to a semblance of livable.
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doing a two-parter of sento getting to meet w boys (at least that's the plan) because i have to make my own food around here. here's group overcompensating buddies
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“So you’re Build.” says W. (“The left side”, he clarified. “Hidari Shoutarou.”) He offers Sento a cup of tea. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Mostly from Philip, my partner. He spent last night reading up on you after we got the call from Ex-Aid.”
“Kiryuu Sento.” Sento introduces himself, bowing his head politely. “It’s nice to meet you, Shoutarou-san.” He sips the tea and feels thankful that he doesn’t have to turn down another cup of coffee. Coffee makes him flinch a little, even though he knows that Evolto is gone, and so is his terrible terrible coffee.
His eyes flit from corner to corner, trying to assess the new environment. Something catches his gaze. “Is that a rider self-help pamphlet on your shelf?”
“What?” Shoutarou frowns, and turns to follow his raised finger to catch sight of the hand-made magazine sitting upright, cover facing outwards. It is titled So You’ve Just Saved The World.
“Philip!” He groans. “Why would you put it there? Yes- I know I told you I’m meeting him today- No I don’t need a riders counseling tutorial Philip.”
And this is the first time he’s meeting W, who, from what he’s heard from Ex-Aid, is kind of a Big Deal.
Experienced. was how Ex-Aid put it. And the two of them are really cool.
The two of them? Sento asked.
Despite being in the same position briefly before, the mechanics of W sound fascinating, especially since it seems to work differently from RabbitDragon. Only one half is here, but the other half is most likely listening in from their mental link formed through their driver. How that works, Sento would have to ask about later.
“Sorry about this weird audience.” Shoutarou apologizes. “We didn’t want to overwhelm you, so we sent a representative. We decided that I was better suited for, well, dealing with people. He can be a little insensitive.”
“I don’t mind.” Sento reassures, thinking about the insensitive voice living in his own head.
From his corner of the mind, Katsuragi Takumi doesn’t stir. “I’d like to meet him as well, if given the chance.”
“Oh!” Shoutarou sounds surprised, but the look on his face is undoubtedly a happy one. “He’s glad to hear that. He’s kind of concerned for you, as you can probably help with the help book.” Shoutarou says, waving his arm in the general direction of the shelf. “That aside, how are you guys doing? Anything bothering you in this world?”
It’s hard to say. The way Shoutarou phrases it is quite curious. Bothering. Because there isn't anything more severe than that anymore. Small problems bother, and stop at that.
Sento stops to think about it.
Their pipe just burst for the second time that week, and Banjou is pushing for him to get an actual repairman to fix it, as if 1. They have the extra money lying around. 2. Some random repairman could do a better job than himself, a literal genius. It’s not his fault that he’s working with very limited resources here.
Other than that, the supermarket was out of eggs this morning. Their one good umbrella broke yesterday. (Thanks, Banjou.) They are on the very real cusp of falling behind on rent.
But none of that would register as rider business, to be brought up in a rider meeting.
“We’re getting by.” He says finally, because he isn’t sure how else he should put it without sounding whiny.
“Well, if you guys need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Riders cover a whole lot of businesses. I’m sure we can find someone who can help with pretty much most things.”
“Oh. We wouldn’t want to be a bother.” Sento ducks his head. “Besides, we should really be fixing our own problems. We did it to ourselves, after all.” Most of Sento’s problems had been caused by himself, even back when he was still Katsuragi Takumi, and all he could do was keep trying to fix each and every one of them before they could spread to someone else. Sadly, he wasn’t too good at that last part.
“Okay, okay. I hear it now.” Shoutarou sighs, and it doesn’t appear like he is addressing Sento. “Right, Sento, here’s the thing.” He says, rubbing his neck. “Whatever you’re thinking right now is your fault- there’s a high chance that it really isn’t.”
Except it is. He put everyone in danger because of the rider system. If he’d never completed it-
“So maybe it’s partially your sin,” Shoutarou continues. “But it would be bad to try to take on that burden alone. It’s too heavy for one.”
“But how am I supposed to share it? How can I hand it out to others when it’s mine?” Sento argues. How do you take something that chokes at your throat, and bare it open? How do you carry the guilt of wishing for someone to lend a hand at something that overwhelms you entirely?
“Knowing that they want to help, I suppose.” Shoutarou fiddles with the ring on his pinky. “It took me a while too.”
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FNAF Theory: Reasons Why Michael Afton Should Be Called “Summertrap” Instead Of Springtrap
if it is true that in the mini-game, where a purple-guy broke the animatronics and end up freeing the ghost children, then it wouldn’t be William Afton who did this, it would be his son who is purple because of the scooping incident at the Sister Location, which was possibly his first job before going to work as a night guard in FNAF 1.
we know in the message from Michael Afton, he mentions that he was mistaken for his father, this could be linked to the scene in the mini-game where he is faced with the ghost children and one of them is following him around the room until he decides to hide in a Spring Bonnie suit.
after the message, we see what appears to be Sprintrap/William Afton, but it could turn out not to be him at all, but even if he might of ended up in a Spring Bonnie as well, it wouldn’t of appeared until maybe in the game where the Animatronics are gathered all together to be burned (thanks to Henry Emily) and even later in FNAF Security Breach, but it doesn’t mean that was Michael Afton/Springtrap Jr.
to tell the two apart and not mix them up as being one in the same, Michael could go by Summertrap instead, and maybe change the look of his Spring Bonnie suit just a little to make himself different from his own father’s Spring Bonnie suit.
the reason why he could go by Summertrap instead, is well because after Spring, next would be Summer, so it makes sense.
Summertrap could of figured out that his Father’s first kills, were not of his own free will, and it was because he was taken over by a angry child who wanted revenge on the children who were at his birthday party, who didn’t try to help stop the bite of 83.
one of The Crying Child’s victims of his revenge, was Henry Emily’s daughter, Charlotte Emily.
I think it would make sense that the ghost child who looks like a shadow in one of the mini-games, and a Purple Glitch Bonnie gives a cake to, is in fact The Crying-Child.
the plot twist is that Crying-Child in their anger, had caused the death of William Afton’s first victims, but did not cause anymore deaths after that, and any other lives that William takes later on after that first incident, was of his own accord.
but it was because he was left with his mind and soul corrupted and brainwashed thanks to Crying-Child.
the Glitchtrap clone of William, is the clone of his corrupted self that was changed to be that way by The Crying-Child.
if William Afton had finally got better and broke free from the corruption, he could feel some form of guilt over what he had done, and it was because Crying-Child had made him do it, even if he was not aware of it.
also it could be possible the bite of 83 was caused by someone not fixing the mouth on Fredbear, if Fredbear’s mouth was only meant to open a little bit but not so much so that it could let someone put their hand or head into his mouth...
any form of error of keeping the mouth wide and letting it being able to open up really wide, would be the fault of the one who was doing maintenance on the suit, but didn’t close the mouth back to it’s proper place.
and I believe that person, was Henry Emily....
if you rearrange some parts of his name it comes out as Enemy.
still leaves out some of the letters, but the other parts of the letters in his name would still come out as “Enemy” and it could be possible he was the starting source that would cause Crying-Child to seek revenge and uses William Afton to act on the revenge for him, even if he didn’t know it.
if the Foxybro isn’t Michael Afton, I think he would be called Nicholas instead and The Crying Child would be called Carey.
if both Aftons, Father and Son both ended up in a Spring Bonnie suit, and both went by Sprintrap, Michael Afton could try to make sure no one mistakes him as his father, by not only changing the look of his Spring Bonnie Suit, but also deciding to call himself Summertrap.
it could turn out that Gregory is Michael Afton’s son, who was born before Michael Afton’s scooping incident.
and if Gregory was raised by just his Dad and didn’t have a Mom or had lost her, he could be alone after his father never came home.
Gregory could of been a few years younger than the age he appears in the game, and he could of forgot what his father looked like, and wouldn’t know that he ended up in a Spring Bonnie Suit or about the scooping incident.
if the Charlie from the novel series, was in FNAF Security Breach, I still like the idea of her being a Night Guard and could be like another guardian for Gregory.
of course Charlie would still be a Animatronic Doll, but her “soul” wouldn’t be in that small doll anymore, and had moved into the body that was made to look like a older version of Charlotte Emily, which is how Charlie has appeared throughout the first and other books of the novel series.
Charlie could of found out that her boyfriend John had moved on with a girl that looked just like her, and she decided to try to move on as well.
so she moved to the place where the Mega Pizzaplex is located, and gets a job at the Mega Pizzaplex as one of the Night Guards.
and becoming a Co-Worker with Vanessa.
I still like the idea about Monty forming a crush on Charlie, and not knowing that she is a Animatronic too, but appears human and even has a type of skin and hair that feels like the real organic thing, but her skeleton is a Endoskeleton.
Charlie could also notice the strange behavior with Glamrock Freddy, and tries to make sure that Gregory is careful around him, because his strange behavior.
and if Freddy does side with his friends instead of Gregory, when they are chasing after him, and even tells Gregory that he is in the wrong for taking their parts to upgrade him, Charlie could be the one to defend Gregory, but tells Gregory to cover his ears before yelling at Freddy.
“What The Heck Is Wrong With You!? Your Friends Aren’t Themselves! And I freaking get what Gregory did was wrong! but if they had caught him while they are in the state they are in, they could of seriously hurt him or worse! you are so full of yourself and thinking that your friends wouldn’t harm him, even in their corrupted state, you would be willing to not trust Gregory because he gave you their eyes, hands and voice box! well let me tell you this Fazf***, your being a danger to Gregory’s safety by not seeing things clearly! even if you still care about your friends, doesn’t mean they care about the safety of Gregory, you need to understand that he did what he did to protect himself, and possibly you, since you seem to be the only one who is less effective by whatever has control over them.......so if you still think your friends Roxy, Monty and Chica would NEVER harm Gregory or any other child while they are not in their right mind, you are wrong!”
yeah that is pretty long, but I think Charlie would be sick of Freddy defending his friends like that, she could be okay with him saying that they aren’t in their right mind but understands why Gregory had to do such terrible things to them, to protect themselves, so they can fight back if necessary.
but Charlie could of grown tired of Freddy not seeing from Gregory’s point of view and the danger he is in, or the fact that Freddy let’s Gregory go alone in the Offices to get a security card, and after yelling at him, she decides to take Gregory away and look for a way out on their own, because she no longer trusts Freddy with Gregory and will protect him by herself.
one of the reasons why Charlie has Gregory cover his ears, is because she needed him to do so in case she used some colorful language, which she does end up doing so when yelling Freddy.
even if Monty is not in his right mind and is being controlled, he could still hold some feelings for Charlie, which just seeing her while chasing Gregory, ends up causing him to stop and become frozen in place.
which this can allow Charlie to take Gregory up the stairs and to the other security office.
if Gregory never gotten Roxy, Chica and Monty’s parts to upgrade Freddy.
the fight between Charlie and Freddy could still happen but without mentioning about the parts that Gregory took from the other three, and using them to upgrade Freddy.
this idea of course would be like a type of FNAF Crossover type AU, where the FNAF Novel series and FNAFSB Game series.
Michael Afton/Summertrap could be in such a AU.
Michael Afton being the one we see in the mini-game who ends up in that Spring Bonnie suit, makes sense, but we believe that he was William Afton, but he isn’t but the ghost children still mistaken him for William Afton.
William Afton could of ended up in another Spring Bonnie Suit, at a different location, possibly to hide from the Police or Henry Emily who are after him.
if Henry and William met up again, Henry could of tried to take William’s life, but he ends up not being able to do so, because William Afton gets away and went to the old abandon diner and decides to hide himself in a Old Spring Bonnie suit.
and that could be one of the ways he became Springtrap Sr., while his son would later end up in the same situation when he decides to hide in a Spring Bonnie suit and becomes Springtrap Jr. but could later go by Summertrap because his Father was using the name “Springtrap” and he didn’t want to be mistaken for him for a second or third time.
it could be possible that Circus-Baby and the Funtime Animatronics could of mistaken Michael Afton for his father first, before the ghost children who would end up causing Michael to try to hide from them inside a Spring Bonnie suit.
William Afton could still be called Springtrap, while Michael Afton could go from being called Springtrap to Summertrap, and change the look of the suit that he is stuck in just a little, to make sure he is not mistaken for his father.
the name Summertrap just seems to work for Michael Afton, if it is true that he was the Springtrap that appears after Michael’s message, as well as being the one who puts on that Spring Bonnie suit we see in the mini-game that shows the ghost children....
then it would mean that the fans had mistaken him for his father, just like those ghost children, but that doesn’t mean William Afton hadn’t still went into a Spring Bonnie suit, and it could of been him in the FNAF Security Breach game, NOT his son Michael Afton/Summertrap.
Sprintrap’s body could of been taken over by his corrupted A.I. clone self who is Glitchtrap, and who is based on William Afton’s corrupted brainwashed self that was caused by The Crying Child who was the victim of the Bite of 83.
and Crying Child could of only ended up the way they did and using William Afton to get revenge on those who didn’t try to get help and only watched or ignored what was going on, because someone didn’t fix the mouth on Fredbear back into place to make sure no one could place their hand or head into Fredbear’s mouth.
and the one who caused this, was possibly Henry Emily.
well that is what I believe anyway, it is my Fan Headcanon, that while William Afton did do the deed by causing Charlotte, Fritz, Susie, Cassidy and Jeremy to go missing, but he possibly only did that because he was made to do so by The Crying Child who was hurt by them not helping him when he needed it.
what Crying Child did was wrong, but if someone had stop their brother and his friends or at least went to get help to stop them, then Crying Child wouldn’t of uses William Afton to get back at those who were the witness what was going on but didn’t do anything to help.
Crying Child might of went after their brother and his friends, since they were the one who placed his head into Fredbear’s mouth.
and if the theory is true that Henry Emily is responsible for Fredbear’s mouth being wider than it should be, and Crying Child finds out that he was the cause of his death and was the reason his brother and his friends could place his head into Fredbear’s mouth in the first place.
than Crying-Child could try to take out Henry Emily as well, which would fulfill his true revenge, but it doesn’t mean he would be allowed to move on.
the Crying-Child could be stuck where he is, and would have to do some redemption type tasks, maybe act as guardian to Gregory.
like Charlie, Crying-Child could see that Freddy is acting funny and try to warn Gregory not to trust him when he starts to act funny and show any signs that he can’t be trusted.
we might only know very little about Henry Emily, but it could turn out that he could be not as good as he appears, because if he knew about what William Afton did (but didn’t know that it was because Crying-Child was controlling him.)
but did nothing to inform the police, but someone else did find out and inform the police instead....but instead Henry decides to just try to burn the Animatronics that had the human souls and remnant in them, along with William Afton/Springtrap Sr.
wouldn’t that mean he is trying to burn evidence, that might prove his involvement as well as the lies he has kept secret for years...?
if Henry Emily has done this more than once, he could want to hide some big secret, like it could turn out that he had took Michael in after his dad died because of a Spring Bonnie Suit he was trying to hide in (which would be a different Spring Bonnie suit that Michael will end up hiding in and becoming Springtrap Jr. aka “Summertrap.)
and when Michael Afton/Summertrap was sending a message to his father, and saying that he found “her” and “put her back together”, he might of been talking to Henry Emily, and the one he was talking about was Charlotte Emily, and NOT Circus-Baby.
if Henry Emily had adopted Michael Afton, it could of been after William Afton went missing and had died, but was brought back as Springtrap thanks to the remnant that was inside of the Spring Bonnie suit, same goes for Michael who was alive even after being used by Animatronics to escape the Sister Location, the left over remnant inside of Michael Afton’s body would let him come back, and he would have to use a type of chip to appear normal when working as a night guard at FNAF 1, but would then become fired because of his order and for tampering with the animatronics.
Michael Afton could of found out some info that he wasn’t meant to, like the real reason for the bite of 83 happen, and it only happen because of Henry Emily.
and if Michael Afton isn’t Foxybro/Nicholas (The Crying Child/Carey’s Older Brother.) then he could of been still around the same age or younger than Crying-Child and might of not been there during the incident.
and at some point during Michael’s childhood, maybe like when he was Gregory’s age, he was told that his Dad was gone and he was adopted by Henry Emily, and for a while he was Michael Emily, but he found out some dark secrets about Henry Emily, and without Henry knowing about it, Michael had his name legally changed back to Michael Afton.
and the message he was sending, wasn’t for William Afton, but was for Henry Emily instead, who used him to find and put back together Charlotte Emily, or at least the animatronic double of her, which if it were true it would have to do with the novel series, and the reason why Charlie went missing at the end of the last book (and might not be the girl that was seen with John and you don’t really see her eyes, so it is possible that wasn’t Charlie.), was because Michael Afton found her and fixed her wounds.
if turns out some of the elements in the novel series are canon in the game’s timeline, it would mean that not only was Michael talking about Charlie, the animatronic double of the late Charlotte Emily.
but it would mean that Henry Emily in the novel series, had faked his death.
and made his sister and even Charlie, believe he was dead.
anyway maybe sometime, I will do a fan art of Michael Afton going by the name Summertrap, and well not everyone has to agree with the theory that when Michael was saying “Father” he was talking to Henry Emily, and possibly will hurt him if he ever finds him.
and if it was Charlie that he found and put back together, he could have her live with him and protect her from Henry Emily, and possibly John.
for all we know, John could have some dark secret that we aren’t aware of.
for all we know, John could be the son of the Orange-Guy we see in the mini-game, who is told by the Green-Guy that he couldn’t be at that Junior’s Place.
maybe I can talk more about the theory about John in another post.
but it still could be possible that Michael Afton/Summertrap, wasn’t talking about Elizabeth Afton, but was instead talking about the Animatronic Doll Charlotte “Charlie” Emily II who was based on Charlotte Emily I.
and the father he was talking to and was telling he was going to come find him,
wasn’t his bio-father, but was his adoptive father who took him in after his father went missing and became the first Springtrap.
not everyone has to agree that it was Henry this whole time that Michael/Summertrap was talking to, but I believe it might be true.
anyway maybe I can talk more about the whole theory about Henry being Michael’s adoptive father another time.
I still believe it would make sense that there are two Springraps, one is William Afton and the other is Michael Afton who had went by Springtrap before finding out his biological father is going by the same name.
and causing Michael to decided to change the look of his Spring Bonnie suit that he is stuck in, as well as starting to call himself Summertrap.
even if the name Summertrap might not be used in the canon, it can always be used in the fanon and be used by Michael Afton, so he doesn’t get confused for his Dad William Afton the Springtrap Sr. or just Springtrap.
some hours ago, I was feeling not really all that great, but it could of been because I was just tired and just needed to sleep, which I did.
I think later I will play a video games, maybe even watch a movie later.
so anyway see ya later and stay safe everyone, and thanks for listening to the theories in this as well as about the idea of Michael Afton and the reasons why he should be called Summertrap, but used to be called Springrap but had to change it to Summertrap because his Dad is also calling himself Springtrap.
#michael afton fnaf#summertrap fnaf#fnaf theory#fnaf security breach#william afton fnaf#springtrap fnaf#father and son#plot twist#henry emily fnaf#glitchtrap fnaf#fan headcanon#fnaf spoilers#mature audiences only#not for kids
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Go Fish
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Another long trip gone by, Villoh finally has more time off to get in touch with a dear friend.
“Got any 3s?”
“Nah. Go fish.”
Villoh picks up a card. Finally, after being busy for weeks on end, she’s got some down time. It had been a while since she’d seen Taokta, and longer since the two had played last. A little bit of recreation was in order.
“How’s the bike lookin’?”
“It’ll be quick work here on out. At least y’ didn’t bend the frame on the damn thing. Might’ve smacked ya’ if y’ did.” Taokta chuckles. “I still don’t know how of all the trips you’ve had, this was the one where ya’ finally got mugged. Did you leave ‘em breathin’?”
“Maybe. Been on the road for an entire week, sunlight only does so much to keep me.. Uh. Normal. I think it’s only fair of them to give a little ‘charity’ to someone they were intending to beat into a pulp.” Villoh was more annoyed than anything else, why can’t people just let you do your job, eh?
“Well I’ll be. Gettin’ over your squeamishness then? Was beginnin’ to think ya’ died out there before y’ showed up with your bike in a mangled heap... Got any queens?”
Ouch. “Gee. Thanks,” she said, any appreciation practically nonexistent. “Nice to know you’re thinking of me…”
“...Go fish. I’ve been busy. Work, and then bein’ out of the hive for so long. I had to fix some things, and it took forever by myself.”
“You know, ya’ could’ve given me a holler and I would’ve been there. It’s kinda my job to fix things.” Taokta shoots Villoh a sharp glare while picking up a card. There’s not really an excuse for not talking to your friends for so long, especially when you’re not out working.
“I know, I know. I just… it’s complicated. I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Too complicated to even tell me about?” Tao shakes her head. “Wish ya’d stop shuttin’ me out dearie. You should know by now I like hangin’ out with you. So why don't cha tell me the real reason you’ve been busy, eh?”
The re- wait. Does she? No, Villoh hasn't told anyone about anything besides work. Unless Geonni’s been running his mouth…
“What are you talkin’ about? I told you already.”
Taokta’s already set her cards down and pulled out her palmhusk. She shows it to Villoh with a wide, smug grin. Oh no. She does know.
“Now try’n tell me that isn’t you?”
“Uhh.” Looking at the screen, Villoh grimaces. Taokta’s gone and pulled up her online dating profile. Wh- how did she even find it? There are only more questions she wants to ask her mechanic friend.
It’s with a long, exasperated sigh the jade admits. “I won’t try to convince you it isn’t. How the hell did you find that?”
“We’ll get to that one later. But you! You didn’t tell me you were gettin’ back in the swing of things!” She puts her palmhusk back in her pocket and continues, meanwhile Villoh is burying her face in her hands.
“HA! It’s about time you did anyway! Was gettin’ sick of seeing you mope around ev’rywhere you walked. Actin’ like the world was over because some numpty decided you were bad stock!”
“She killed me and left my body in a ditch, Tao.” Villoh stated bluntly, albeit muffled slightly.
“Right, sorry. But hey! You got a second chance. Not like many can say that, hm? So I’m happy that you’re feeling confident enough to get back out there.” She paused, hesitating before saying,
“Just, don’t leave me out t’ dry, okay?”
That sentence struck Vee upside the head as if to say, ‘Dumbass, you aren’t alone.’ She should really stop acting like she has to do everything on her own. Moving to pick up her cards again, she looked down.
“I-I’ll be better about that. Let me know the next time you’re off, yeah?”
Taokta rubbed her hands together. “Oooh, I’ll be sure to, it’s not often enough that we have our little talks. Besides, you’ll have to keep me updated, and I’ve got another outfit idea for ya’. Ever considered being a model?”
The mood lightens up, and Villoh laughs.
“Hell fucking no. As long as it’s not another one of your ‘experimental’ looks I’d be down. Told you time again I can’t do that goth get-up.”
The rest of the night spent in that little garage is filled with laughter, raucous conversation and accusations of cheating. Man, it really had been too long, hadn’t it?
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Hello, I've updated Time Travel: To the Past Yoda Goes. Below is a small selection. To read more, please use one of my links.
Story Summary: A time traveling Grandmaster, to the Prequel Era, trying to fix the mistakes the Jedi made, and get rid of a certain Sith too. Only Time Travel is not that easy, as Yoda will soon learn.
Chapter 43 - Lightsabers
‘...Systems Online. Memory bank is 33% full.’ As Huyang’s systems start up, the usual status updates come across his consciousness. Well, It isn’t exactly the same. That boy, Anakin Skywalker, must have increased his memory banks while he was down. That is good. In the Millenia since Huyang had first been activated, he’d stored away terabytes of information, much of which he still finds useful in solving the practical issues that come up in saber construction.
“Aaaah,” Huyang opens his jaw and lets out a long sigh. He notices that the odd click that had been in his jaw for the last 300 cycles was not there. Another thing he assumes he can give Anakin credit for. Huyang opens his eyes. Two bright blue ones were staring back at him.
“Well, take a few steps. Let's try out those balance stabilizers,” Anakin says with pent up excitement in his voice.
Huyang cooperates. He walks in a small circle around the lab and back to his power terminal. “I can feel it. Why, I feel like a Hundred again. This is satisfactory!”
It wasn’t a joke, but Initiate Skywalker laughs anyway. Sentients were prone to have the most illogical sense of humor, Huyang has learned.
“Probability of falling is less than .001 percent. Hmm this is new.” Huyang reads the internal report he was receiving.
Anakin smiles even bigger.
“Initiate Skywalker, You didn’t install the probability module, did you?” Huyang sighs. He is not programmed to discipline younglings. The worst he’s dealt with were the occasional unapproved alterations to a saber constructed in his mists. “Master Windu said no.”
“But…” Anakin tries.
Huyang looks down at the youngling. “As Head of the Council, he said he forbade you.”
Anakin rolls his eyes. “What the council doesn’t know, won’t hurt them. It’s what my grandmaster always says.” And Huyang tries, but he cannot defeat that kind of logic. His probability module determines a probability of harm from him having these modifications at near zero.
“I believe his objections were based on other factors besides the probability of harm.” Huyang finally says. “Like the fact this module was built for casino droids.”
Anakin shakes his head. “But there are so many other uses it can have. Besides, I built C3-PO with one, and he’s a protocol droid.”
Huyang blinks, “You’ve built a protocol droid!”
“Yup.” Anakin smiles, then it falters. “Well, I didn’t build him completely from scratch. What I did was I reprogrammed an older droid’s processor. Then I used discarded junk and parts that weren’t functional anymore to build his body. To get his Power regulator I had to climb through about three meters of trash. I smelled like Poodoo for a week.”
“Were you disciplined for this endeavor?” Huyang asks.
“No, well…” Anakin hesitates. “Watto was mad I didn’t get the Labor droids for him which he sent me in there for, but they were rusted to the core. It would’ve been pointless to drag them out, only to have him throw them back. I was six and they weighed a ton!”
Huyang finds this information conflicting with Jedi standards. He files it away for later.
“Anyway,” Anakin continues. “3PO now helps Mr. Lars in the senate, so it was all worth it.”
“I see. I do have to inform the council of this upgrade. It is regulation, but I can send the report with the mission’s technical logs and equipment reports. The probability of them noticing it there is less than 20 percent.”
“Good. I doubt they’d care, but.” Anakin shrugs.
“How goes your other assignment, Initiate? Have you awakened the Force in your crystal?” Huyang asks.
“It's-sss going," Anakin doesn't sound very confident. "I’ve got a schematic drawn up, only something still seems off.” Anakin shows him a piece of flimsy with, as he described it, a lightsaber hilt’s schematics drawn out.
“Hmm,” Huyang hums “Most younglings don’t draw out a schematic. Most go straight from conceptualizing to construction with the Force."
"Yeah, but I work with plans like this all the time. It'd be harder not to make one." Anakin explains.
"Hmm, you know these symbols were not designed for saber construction. There are several things that are non-mechanical that weigh in as well."
"Yeah, the Force. That's why I added these." Anakin points to some wavy lines around his drawing.
"Um-hmm. Then I think I can…" Huyang picks up the writing instrument and draws a stick figure beside the tool. He then makes wavy lines back and forth between the two drawings.
Anakin looks up at him questioningly.
"It's not a closed system," Huyang explains. "The Kyber Crystal, in one theory, is a lifeform. And in its life, it will form a bond with one Jedi and one Jedi only. This one chose you, and that means from you it will get the qualities that make it what it is. Including its color.” He adds, knowing most Initiates obsess over the color more than anything else.
"Oh-hhh," Anakin hums
"And when that crystal connects to you through the Force, when you awaken its inner power, it will show you the form it needs to take. These plans are good. I can tell you understand the technical process. Now you must demonstrate them through the Force.”
Anakin nods. “I know how to build a Force Bond. My master and I have one. And my Crechemates.”
“Yes, then I’m sure it won’t take you long.” Huyang puts a hand on the boy's back to lead him out to the main workshop, where the other younglings were working on this same thing.
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This week's take-aways from the Office Hours Discord session. I'm sure I forgot/missed some. Please help fill in the details if you can. TY.
During the pre-hours sirkut (naysmith) mentioned that they made this prompting guide about working with color palettes and I think it's rad so here's a link https://docs.google.com/.../1G9w5trNqG2uasybrzR1MxLO.../edit
Disclaimer: I am not associated with Midjourney, Discord, or this FB group in any official capacity. I do this because many people can't attend the weekly Office Hours via Discord on Wednesdays at noon Pacific. You can attend the Office Hours on the MJ Discord server in the voice channel called "Main Stage". They are not recorded for later listening.
You're welcome.
1. Working on v5. Lots of issues in v4 that can’t fix so pushing fwd to v5. Sharper, higher resolution, hands better (but not perfect), more realistic.
Tiling looks great in v5.
Might start with no upscaler and all images at 1024X1024 and possibly add upscale rlater..
2. In-painting isn’t working great out-painting is working good. Not sure when it will be out.
3. Real time drawing - they have proof of concept but don’t know when it will ship.
4. New rating system test soon for v4, hopefully will test it this week.
5. Working on linking daily theme contests with new rankings system. Prizes!
6. Still working on free tier.
7. He reiterated their new approach of making specific versions for specific features/advances. Rather than trying to mash all these things into a single update. This is why they are breaking v5 up into v5, v6, and v7.
Currently releasing a new version every 4 months but would like to get v6 and v7 released quicker.
8. Hard to tell what aesthetics will be like for v5. They will do that at the end.
9. They are pushing hard on the website.
People with 10k plus image accounts have access to BETA of new website's UI. (I'm not sure I understood this correctly. I have well over 10k images and didn't get an invite).
10. New MJ website search feature starting to take shape. Hope to get it working in the next month. Hope to have feature for searching all images available next week. This feature will add moderating challenges though, so they are being mindful of that.
11. The Discord server is getting too big. Scary. May have to break it up. Will probably make a trial server just for trial users.
12. Image to text is promising but a ways off.
13. 3D will happen before motion. Motion solutions that look good are very expensive so MJ is going to avoid for a while.
14. In the future image grids will be larger - meaning that instead of getting 4 images per prompt you will get many more.
15. Next year this time UI will be unrecognizable compared to now.
16. Someday there will probably be specific hardware (probably a chip) made specifically for these kinds of system..
17. AI text models have already run out of text to train on on the internet
18. Someone asked David what some of his favorite prompts are and he mentioned some that he was currently playing with. The image for today's Take-away is based on one of those prompts that he listed.
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How do you unlock an iphone 5 when the screen is black
HOW DO YOU UNLOCK AN IPHONE 5 WHEN THE SCREEN IS BLACK HOW TO
HOW DO YOU UNLOCK AN IPHONE 5 WHEN THE SCREEN IS BLACK INSTALL
HOW DO YOU UNLOCK AN IPHONE 5 WHEN THE SCREEN IS BLACK FULL
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Have you ever encountered the same issue? What should you do if your iPhone screen isn’t working? Why is your iPhone touch screen not responding? How to fix the iPhone touch screen not working issue after updating to iOS 11? Oh, and I recently went to Japan (and still am in), if that has anything to do with it. So, please reply because I really want to go back to using it. The sleep/off button and home button work fine but I can't use the touch screen. A true example from is shown here: Well, recently my iPhone's screen just decided to not work, as in the touch functions do not work. My iPhone touch screen is not working. My iPhone touch screen is unresponsive after an iOS 11 update. 8 Ways to Fix iPhone Touch Screen Not Working.
HOW DO YOU UNLOCK AN IPHONE 5 WHEN THE SCREEN IS BLACK SOFTWARE
When the details about your locked iPhone/iPad appear on the right of the screen, click the “Erase iPhone/iPad” option, and the Find My iPhone software will remotely reset locked iPhone and reset locked iPad, whatever the case may be. Here, please select the locked iPhone/iPad and move on. This will display all devices running on the same iCloud ID that you have logged in into. Visit Find My Phone and click “All Devices” to view a list of the iOS devices synced with the same Apple ID. Open on your Windows PC or Mac and sign in with your iCloud ID and password to access the Find My iPhone page. In this section, we shall explain how to reset locked iPhone to factory settings using iCloud with the help of the Find My iPhone App, so follow the instructions provided herein under: We all know about Find My iPhone, don’t we? But do you know it is linked to your iCloud ID and makes it extremely easy not just to locate your device but also erase it remotely to restore it to factory settings? Part 3: How to reset a locked iPhone using iCloud? iTunes shall recognize locked iPhone in Recovery Mode and display a message on its interface. Keep holding until you see the Recovery Mode screen. On iPad with Home button, iPhone 6 or earlier: Press and hold Home and Side buttons at the same time.Keep it pressed until it has successfully entered Recovery Mode. On iPhone 7 / 7 Plus or later: Press and hold Side and Volume Down buttons.Hold the Side button until the recovery mode screen appears. Press and quickly release the Volume Down button. On iPhone 8 / 8 Plus or later: Press and quickly release Volume Up button.Keep your iPhone connected and wait until you see the Recovery Mode screen: On Mac with other macOS and a Windows PC, launch iTunes and connect a USB wire to it. If you're using Mac, make sure your Mac is up to date.
HOW DO YOU UNLOCK AN IPHONE 5 WHEN THE SCREEN IS BLACK INSTALL
Download and install the latest iTunes on Windows PC. To do so, you must boot the locked iPhone to Recovery mode.
HOW DO YOU UNLOCK AN IPHONE 5 WHEN THE SCREEN IS BLACK FULL
The above method is full proof, but if you’re still looking for an alternative to learn how to reset a locked iPhone or iPad, you can consider using iTunes to unlock an iPhone/iPad and restore it to factory settings. Part 2: How to reset a locked iPhone using iTunes? Give it a try, and you will know how to reset locked iPhone in a hassle-free manner. Once everything is done and your phone is reset, iPhone will reboot, and the software interface will display a process completion message.ĭr.Fone is as easy to use as we have described here. Do not disconnect your device while this process is on. Finally, Dr.Fone - Screen Unlock (iOS) will install the firmware on the locked iPhone/iPad to reset it and resolve other issues. After it's downloaded, click “Unlock Now” and type in "000000" to confirm it. Wait patiently and let the firmware download completely. This firmware will later be installed on your locked iOS device to fix its lock issues. After the phone is detected, click on "Start" to download the firmware. Now connect it to reset locked iPhone to PC or Mac. When you are at its main interface, click “Screen Unlock” to proceed further. Download, install and launch Dr.Fone - Screen Unlock (iOS) on your Windows PC or Mac. Follow the steps given below and learn how to reset a locked iPhone/iPad to factory settings.
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Cart Abandonment Rate & How To Reduce It
Introduction
The cart abandonment rate is the percentage of customers who abandon their shopping carts in a given period of time. This number can be very telling about your business, especially if you want to reduce it. In this article, we'll take a look at what causes abandoned carts and how you can reduce them using some simple steps.
What Is An Abandoned Cart?
Here are some things to keep in mind about shopping cart abandonment, and how you can reduce it:
Shopping cart abandonment is a customer-facing issue. It's important to understand that there are many factors that contribute to this problem, including your site's design, navigation, and other factors. However, one thing we know for sure is that shopping carts need a lot more attention than they're given today—and there's no reason why your site can't provide customers with what they want!
What Percentage Of Carts Are Abandoned?
The average cart abandonment rate is 68%. This number is based on a study of 15,000 online shoppers and their shopping behaviors.
The number will vary depending on your industry and the kinds of customers you target. For example, it's likely that Amazon customers have higher abandonment rates than people who shop at Walmart or Target because they're more likely to buy things impulsively when they first see them (which means they don't use carts).
Why Are Carts Abandoned?
People forget to add items. This is a big one! If you’re trying to sell something online and it comes with instructions, people will often just skip them and move on to the next item they want to buy. The good news is that this can often be fixed by including an image of what each individual step looks like in addition to text instructions (as seen here).
People get distracted. It’s hard enough keeping up with social media while you’re at work or school—let alone when there are hundreds of emails waiting for your attention every day! And if there ever was an excuse for losing track of time in your inboxes, this would be it: You have no idea how long any given message took someone else's eyes before hitting their screens; sometimes seconds matter more than minutes or even hours later down the line when posting content from certain platforms requires approval from moderators which can take some time too since they're always busy chasing down giant snakes everywhere they turn...or something like that? Who knows? But whatever happens next isn't going anywhere fast enough either way so stop wasting energy worrying about it now! Just focus on getting through all those emails because otherwise we'll never see another sale again which means no money coming back into our pockets whatsoever which means nothing but bills at best...or worse yet maybe even jailtime at worst depending on where exactly you live but if jail sounds fun then go ahead try out some new recipes tomorrow morning before heading off into town later today so maybe try grabbing some lunch beforehand too since sometimes eating outside isn't always easy especially after spending all night working overtime without sleeping properly first thing during daylight hours later same day..."
How To Reduce Cart Abandonment Rate?
You can reduce your cart abandonment rate by sending a reminder email to customers who abandon their carts. This will help them remember their purchase and make sure that they don't miss out on it again.
To do this, you'll need to create an email reminder template that includes some of the following elements:
A subject line that reminds the customer about their purchase (e.g., "You've been waiting for this! Click here now!")
A custom message for each product in the cart (e.g., "This is one of our most popular items—click here now.")
Links or images related to each item in their cart (e.g., "Click here if you want more info on this product").
Reminder Emails
Reminder emails are the most effective way to reduce cart abandonment. They're sent after a user has added items to their cart, but before they check out. Reminder emails can be sent up to 7 times per customer, so you should always include one in each campaign (even if it's just a text message).
You may wonder how this works with our autoresponders...well, here's the deal: If you use Mailchimp as your email marketing platform (or any other service that sends out automated emails), then you'll need an automation rule that triggers when an email has been sent successfully by its recipient(s). This automation rule will start an automated sequence of events where 1) The first thing that happens is 2) The second thing is 3) And so on until 4) A final step where 5) Your call-to-action becomes 6). It sounds complicated but there's really nothing magical about these steps; all it takes is some basic programming knowledge and some patience!
Having the right tools can reduce your abandonment rate
Reminder emails. You can use email reminders to remind your customers about upcoming sales and promotions, or to add them to a list of future customers.
Social media. If you have an active social presence, consider using it as a way to increase sales by sharing useful information about the products or services that you offer with your followers and fans.
Mobile apps (apps). If mobile is important for some of your customers, then consider creating an app that helps them stay up-to-date on all things related to their needs and interests—from coupons and discounts when they need them most!
Personalization (customer service). Nowadays we’re all busy people who want answers quickly without having too much interaction with a person at work - so why not make sure this happens? By personalizing every interaction between customer and provider via technology like chatbots/chatbots etc., companies will find themselves able respond faster than ever before while still maintaining quality service standards throughout every interaction possible."
Conclusion
You can reduce your cart abandonment rate with the right tools. There are many things you can do, and we’ve discussed some of them in this post. But ultimately, it’s up to you to decide what works best for your business. If you choose a different approach than what we recommend here, that’s great! We hope these tips will help guide your decision making process as well.
For more information :- https://chat360.io/blog/cart-abandonment-rate/
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Henry x reader. Maybe she thinks she's not good enough because she's older/ his age, is working two jobs, maybe can't have kids....but he loves her and won't let her go.
ok i didn’t even follow this i’m sorry reader is younger (significantly), a student, working and stressed af
words: 1k
warnings: just fluff?? insecure reader, a lil angsty
You nervously glanced towards the cockpit before lowering your eyes back to your textbook, trying in vain to retain any of the information you needed to be studying.
Does the pilot think I’m his daughter? He probably thinks he’s my sugar daddy and I’m using him. What the fuck am I doing on a private plane?
Henry’s hand on your thigh pulled you out of your thoughts, and reminded you of why you were in a private plane. Him.
“You okay?” he asked, concern evident on his face. He put down the script he was holding, reaching over to brush a strand of your hair out of your eyes. “You seem tense.”
You gave him a tight smile, knowing he would see right through it. “Just nervous on flights.” You shut your textbook and cuddled further into his side, letting out a satisfied hum when his arm came around to tuck you in his embrace.
Henry pressed a kiss to your temple, murmuring, “Sure that’s all?”
You ran your hand up and down his abs, wondering once again how the fuck you ended up with him. He could have literally anyone, and he settled for you?
You focused on the feeling on his hands massaging your scalp, soothing and constant motions erasing the thoughts from your mind for a moment. You sighed, whispering, “I just don’t know why you’ve kept me around.”
The relaxing feeling was gone immediately. Henry withdrew his hands, moving you slightly so he could look in your eyes. “Why would you say that?”
You swallowed, unable to look at him when he used that tone. Like he was accusing you of something. And this was a conversation you feel like you’d had many times. One he didn’t particularly like to have. “I just— you know. This isn’t really where a student with $78 in her bank account spends her Saturday’s.”
“Do you want to be here?” Henry asked softly, like he wasn’t sure of the answer.
You hesitated, and just as you were about to answer, a shadow cast over you both and the pilot was telling you the plane would begin its descent.
Henry looked back at you but you just began packing your books, grabbing his hand.
“I’m always scared of landing.”
It wasn’t until later, when you were frantically trying to switch your shift that you’d forgot about back home, while sitting on a bed at a 5-star hotel while your boyfriend was fixing the cuffs on his tux that you lost it.
“Fuck!” you cried, throwing your phone down. “When I don’t show up for that shift, they’re going to fire me. And my internship is so fucking busy that I don’t have time to find another job right now.”
Henry frowned, abandoning the cuff link and scooping you up into his arms. You yelped, trying to be annoyed at him but letting out a laugh when he peppered kisses along your neck, his stubble tickling you.
“Nobody fucks with my baby,” Henry murmured, collapsing down on the bed and gathering you in his hold. “I can spot you for a couple weeks—“
“Henry, no.” You pressed a hand to his chest, trying to ignore how fucking good he looked in that tux. His hair was just long enough to curl around his ears, day old stubble and blue eyes stark against the black tux. “We agreed, you don’t pay for any of my shit.”
He frowned, rubbing his hand up and down his back. “I don’t want you to be stressed about that if it’s something I can help.”
“Stop it, I already feel like I’m not good enough,” you chuckled, going for joking but you realized you hit a nerve when he stopped his ministrations, hand pressing on the small of your back.
“Don’t say that.”
You carefully slid out of his lap, needing to not be sitting on those ridiculously thick thighs with a handful of bicep when you had this conversation finally. “Hen, come on. I don’t have anything to offer you. I don’t have money, I don’t have a stable career, I can’t give you a family right now. Every single day I question why you’re with me—“
“Well then I haven’t done a very good job of giving you no reason to question that,” he snapped, standing up. “Do you think I give a fuck about that? About money? You’re my family. You’re everything.”
You felt tears welling up in your eyes, the voice in your head reminding you of all the things people said about you online, the things your supposed friends said about you. And you believed them, over what Henry told you?
He took a step closer to you, cupping your face and leaning down to kiss you lightly. “I knew you were it for me, the second we met in that stupid fucking Starbucks. I love you. And I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you how much I love you.” Then he gave you that smile, the one that showed the fangs and made you blush just by being the one it was directed at.
You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest. He held you there, rocking you slightly, just letting you clutch onto the jacket of his tux and breathe him in for a minute.
You pulled away with a sigh, looking up at him and smiling softly. “I love you. Like, an insane amount.”
He laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Good girl.”
You bit your lip at that statement in his accent, desire stirring once again. “You have to stop being that good looking, Hen. It makes it really difficult to feel good enough.”
He furrowed his brow, just making himself look impossibly more attractive. “Sweetheart, if that’s what it’s going to take—“
You laughed, interrupting him with a kiss. “Maybe I can get past it.”
“Yeah?” he teased, a hand resting on the nape of your neck as he deepened the kiss.
You moaned softly, no doubt ruining the hair his team spent an hour working on in seconds by tugging on the curls at the back, getting a grunt out of him.
Maybe you had something to offer, after all.
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Suits, Dresses, and Heels
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Word Count: 4000
Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, More Mentions of PTSD, Gun Violence, Slight Mentions of Drinking, Club Dancing (You’re all gonna hate me for that part, but I’m not sorry)
A/N: Here’s Part 4.2 - The Second Part to Episode 3 - as requested. This is a little more scene-by-scene, but there are some off-screen moments. I’ll be posting Part 4.3 (which will have the rest of the episode) later tonight.
There’s a bit more information on Reader, but not as much as the last chapter. Sharon comes in during this part, so you get to see her and Reader’s relationship.
Also, I have mixed feelings about Zemo at this point. Not in the story, the Reader’s not a fan as you learned previously, but for me personally, he’s surprised me a couple times by coming back and helping.
Anyways! Thank you so much for reading! This isn’t beta’d so excuse any mistakes! Check out my other parts before you read! Thank you again! Stay tuned, loves!
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The dress was far too tight for your liking, and showed way too much skin. Not that you didn’t like being a tease every once in a while, but for this mission, you’d rather have more cover and movement.
You had to admit though; Zemo had nice taste. The dress fit deliciously - which made you wonder how he got your size. The color and cut was devastatingly flattering. Plus, he let you do your own makeup.
Being the only female, you were in a separate area of the jet getting ready. Once you were done, you made sure to knock, even though you’d walked in on Sam changing too many times to count while on the run and had seen Bucky answer the door in nothing but a towel. It was mainly for Zemo’s sake, just a warning that you were walking in whether or not they were ready.
“Damn, girl! You clean up nice!”
You rolled your eyes at Sam, painted lips quirking up as you studied him, shooting him a wink. “You should try a mirror, Sammy.” You turned to Bucky to find him staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at you. “What do you think, Buck?”
His mouth snapped shut and he cleared his throat, eyes exploring the dips and curves your body. “You…” He blinked once. Twice. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his intense eyes making you heat up, before he shook his head. “You look good.” He rushed out, before spinning on his heel shoving past Sam who was snickering.
“Where’s Zemo?” You noticed he wasn’t in the main area of the plane when you walked in.
“Rearranging our ride once we get there.”
You huffed, fixing your hair. “Oh God. We’re really doing this.”
“Yup.”
“Okay.” You looked down at yourself before looking up at the boys. “Something’s gonna go wrong, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely.”
“No doubt.”
Giving a slight groan at their simultaneous answers, you nodded. “Let’s try not to screw up too badly, boys, alright? I at least want to live long enough to see Peter graduate.”
Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff. “That kid’s a punk.”
“You’re a punk.” You shot back.
Bucky raised his hand. “I second that punk thing.”
“For which one?”
“Both of them.”
You chuckled as Sam gaped at Bucky, who shrugged innocently. The former assassin tilted his head in your direction to shoot you a grin and a wink, making you laugh more. Shaking your head, you go to make a joke when Zemo walked in.
“It’s time. We’re landing now.”
And just like that, the teasing atmosphere dissipated, leaving you anxious and regretful.
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You walked by Bucky, arm linked with his metal one, listening as Zemo told Sam about his “character” he was to play.
“He’s a known womanizer - always has a gorgeous lady on his arm.” Zemo gestured towards you. “It’s the only way they’d let in a woman.”
“Aren’t we going to see a woman?” You questioned, gently patting Bucky’s metallic bicep when his hold on you tightened.
“Which makes it more imperative that you don’t act threatening. Women don’t make the same mistake men do; they don’t underestimate other women.”
You nodded. He had a point there. Bucky faced you, a frown on those pretty lips. “I don’t like this.” He mumbled.
“You think I do?” You whispered back. “With you being him again? Even if it’s just pretend? And need I remind you whose idea this was?”
“I know, I know. Just…” He sighed. “Promise me you won’t get hurt on purpose.”
Your forehead creased. “Why would I-?”
“To protect people. You always do. And I get it, I do. It’s why you started this in the first place, but…save yourself first, this time, okay?”
“Buck-”
“Promise me.”
It wasn’t often you could see the fear in his eyes, hear it in his voice, but you could then. Unable to do anything else you nodded, a soft, “okay” falling from your lips. He nodded back, pressing a kiss to your head, before letting you go as a car approached.
Bucky helped you in - the heels you were wearing were no joke - before sliding in himself, Sam getting in on the other side of you. “And you two can’t be…” Zemo gestured to the two of you as the car started moving, eyeing your still connected hands. “Doing that.”
“This isn’t my first theater production.” You snapped at him. “We’ll be fine.”
He raised his hands in surrender, turning back to look out the windshield. Once you arrived, you gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze, before accepting Sam’s hand to get out on his side, linking your arm with his like you were doing with Bucky earlier.
“I finally get to see one of your performances, baby.” Sam grinned at you.
You smirked back. “Best seats in the house, too, Smiling Tiger.” He groaned at your jest, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you giggled.
“This way.” Zemo cut in, jerking his head in the direction you’d be going. You took a breath, steeling yourself, before the three of you nodded at each other and followed his lead.
You found the fellas reactions amusing, their heads turning to study and scan everything they could see. You were more subtle in the way you analyzed your surroundings, feeling a bit more at home in this situation than, say, fighting super soldiers on top of semi trucks.
Your jaw tightened, as did your grip on Sam’s arm, when Zemo started speaking Russian, the four of you pushing through a crowded bar. Sam ran his fingers over your arms, giving your hand a little squeeze, silently reassuring you.
It was a bit obvious Sam hadn’t done much undercover work, put he stayed in character and you were impressed. Especially when the bartender started cutting up the snake, which you had to look away for because if there was one thing you couldn’t do…it was snakes. You nearly gagged when Sam reluctantly downed the drink.
Bucky eyed you, lips pursed in a way you recognized as him trying to hold in a smile. That made you feel a little better, hiding your own smile by turning into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Not. Funny.” He growled through clenched teeth, lips not moving.
“Kinda is.”
He grumbled under his breath, before the two of you tuned into the conversation between Zemo and a thug that came up, learning about the apparent power broker of Madripoor, which you a bit of from your time undercover there.
Sam held you tightly when Zemo turned to Bucky, knowing what was about to happen.
You didn’t like it. You didn’t like how easily aggressive he became. You didn’t like the little smirk Zemo gave as Bucky attacked. You didn’t like the cellphones being pointed in his direction. You didn’t like it.
“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” You gave Zemo a warning glare, a shaky breath leaving you.
He’d been doing so well. At least, for someone who had been through what he had. Especially considering it’d only been a few months since he’d been pardoned - half a year since everyone came back. You knew bringing Zemo on board had been a bad idea, but-
A squeeze to your hand pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief as Zemo allowed Bucky to let the man he was choking go.
“Selby will see you now.”
One step down. You hoped that would be the hardest part, but you knew it most definitely wouldn’t be.
“You good?”
Bucky sniffed, giving you two a curt nod, before following Zemo. You bit your lip. “That wasn’t really an answer, was it?”
Sam shook his head. “No. No it wasn’t.”
Selby wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you’d come to expect that. You stayed on Sam’s arm, giving the guards coy smiles and playing with the fake nails you had on in faux-boredom.
When she purred at the man besides you, you and Bucky glanced at each other, with you resisting the urge to scrunch up your nose. “And who is this gorgeous creature?”
Your eyes snapped back to Selby, giving her a slightly bashful smile. “Celeste Addams. Pleasure.”
“Trust me, dear. The pleasure is all mine.” Alright, you thought as she scanned you with a smirk. She was swinging for both teams. You could work with that. “What’s the offer?” She looked back to Zemo.
Zemo gave her the offer - information about the super soldier serum for the Winter Soldier and the code words to control him. Your blood boiled as Zemo touched Bucky, fingers grabbing his chin. You swore, once this whole thing was over, you would kick Zemo’s ass. You should make a list, just to keep track of all the things he’d done, and no doubt would do, to piss you off. That way he’d know why exactly you were beating his ass.
A name came up, Dr. Wilfred Nagel, along with the knowledge that the super soldier serum was, in fact, in Madripoor. You and Sam met eyes. Second step down.
But before they could get anything else, Sam’s phone buzzed. You ducked your head, closing your eyes, mumbling “fuck” when you saw it was Sarah. Sam’s responses just made you inwardly cringe even more.
“The bank, yeah. We laundered so much mo-” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah. They’ll come around.”
Is he fucking serious? For the love of God, Sammy…
And then she called him Sam. Next thing you knew, Selby was shot and you, Bucky, and Sam were taking out a guard each, you growling at the fact that you couldn’t use your legs because the dress was too damn tight.
You had no choice but to trust Zemo’s lead, but word traveled very quickly here, and less than a minute after walking outside, you were getting shot at.
“C’mon!” Bucky grabbed your arm, pulling you besides him.
“Can you not right now?!”
“I can’t run in these heels!”
You glared at Sam, the killer six inchers on your feet feeling like hell. “Hell no! You did not just say that in front of me!”
“You started it!” You scowled at him, following Bucky into an alley, only to duck as shots rang out. Chest heaving, you looked around for the source of the bullets that killed the men chasing you. Your “guardian angel” as Zemo put it.
She soon appeared in all her stunning, blonde badass glory. “Sharon?”
Sam quickly explained the situation, trying to get her not to shoot Zemo who she had a gun pointed at.
“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass,” she pointed the gun at Sam, then Bucky, “so that you could save his ass, from his ass.” And the gun was back on Zemo. She shot you a smile. “And your ass is looking beautiful as always.”
You grinned back. “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”
As she spoke, your lips turned down. You had tried calling her after Germany, but it always went to voicemail. First thing you did when you got back was try to get everyone pardoned, but it was a process. And then you found out about Wanda and ever since…
Sharon was your first real friend. She was only a couple years younger than you and had been one of your first partners during your time with SHIELD. And the fact that she’d been on the run for years now, even with the Blip, her family not having seen or talked to her since…that was exactly why you couldn’t take a break. She was family and you found there was nothing more important than family. But when she needed you, you were out searching for someone who didn’t want to be found.
How were you supposed to choose between two sisters? How could you cope with the fact that you chose the wrong one?
“Sharon, we need your help.” She laughed at Bucky’s statement. “Please,”
She glanced at you and you nodded. “I’d appreciate it, Share.”
She gave a sigh before nodding. “This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while.”
She turned and started walking, and you were about to follow, when you remembered something.
Spinning around, your fist connected with Zemo’s cheek, Sam and Bucky shouting in surprise while the man stumbled back. “Don’t you fucking dare touch him like that ever again, or I will break every bone in your body.” You threatened, your expression twisting into a scowl as you grab his hand and bend it awkwardly. He grunted but didn’t move, knowing one wrong turn would break his wrist. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal.” He ground out.
You pushed a little more, making him wince, before letting go and rounding back to Sharon, who was smirking at you. “Let’s get moving.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She jerked her head back over her shoulder to where a car was waiting, leading them over.
You quickly followed after her with Bucky on your heels and Sam dragging Zemo along. Speaking of heels, as soon as you got in the car - getting shotgun for the first time ever at Sharon’s insistence - you prodded the stupid shoes off your feet.
“Nice kicks.”
“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Unless you’re trying to kick.”
“Did you rip the dress?”
“I was tempted to.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get you in something more comfortable. And you’ll look just as good. Not that you wouldn’t look good in literally anything.”
You chuckled, giving her a look. “Let’s not test that theory.”
She smiled back, nodding. “Fine. I’ll let you pick something out.”
Sam huffed, crossing his arms best he could, being squished with the two other fully grown men in the back seat. “Women.”
The two of you exchanged looks, rolling your eyes at the three pouting guys. “Men.”
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“I’m gonna go check on the boys. But I’ll be right back.”
You nodded, looking through her closet. No dresses. And absolutely no heels. Flats, if you had to, but you’d definitely prefer sneakers right now. You decided on shorts and an off-the-shoulder blouse, grateful for the looser clothing.
“They’re idiots.”
You laughed and looked over at the door as Sharon entered. “Yeah. I know.”
“Cute.” She commented on your outfit, sitting on her bed. “They explained the situation. Sam said if I help, he’d clear my name-”
“Sharon.” You sighed, biting your lip. “I tried. I really did. I-”
She shook her head, smiling at you reassuringly. “No, I know. It’s why I’m not mad at you. Sorry I didn’t call back. How’ve you been?”
You shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”
“Even with the whole ‘Cap is back’ thing.”
“Walker’s the government’s pet. He’s not Captain America. He’s not…”
“Steve?”
Looking up at her from the ground, you nodded. “Yeah.”
“Do you miss him?”
You smirked, wagging your eyebrows at her. “Do you?”
She rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at you. “It’s kinda weird now, isn’t it?”
“Maybe a little. But I can’t blame you. Have you seen him shirtless? Good God.”
Sharon laughed, shaking her head as you joined her on the bed. “How come it’s always you getting wrapped up in these things?”
“I have no clue.” You chuckled, crossing your legs underneath you. “First I’m answering a phone call from Bucky at five in the morning and next thing I know, I’m being kicked off of semi trucks, breaking criminals out of prisons and running in six inch heels.”
“You answer Bucky’s calls at five in the morning?”
You gave her a look. “Sharon-”
“No, no. Hey. That’s cool. Some girls like bad boys, some like jocks, others like nerds. You like super soldiers from the 40’s. Everyone’s got a thing.”
A playful shove turned into a pillow fight, which turned into a sparring session, during which you pin her on her back. “You’re getting better.” You complimented, getting up.
She glared at you, taking your outstretched hand and letting you pull her up. “I guess that’s why you’re an Avenger.”
“That’s still weird to say.”
“Why? You’ve been an Avenger since, what? Ultron?”
You nodded, straightening your clothes. “Officially, anyways.”
“Right. Because you were there for the Battle of Manhattan as the secret seventh superhero.”
“Yeah…I miss it. The anonymity. I’m pretty sure I’m one half the Senators’ speed dials.”
Sharon frowned, brows pinching together. “What about the other half of the OG? Where are they?”
“Thor’s in space, Bruce is MIA - which I can’t really blame him for - and Clint’s retired with his family.”
“You think he’s gonna stay retired?”
You shrugged. “I hope he does. He’s been trying to retire for years. He deserves it. Knowing him, though…probably not.”
Sharon crossed her arms, nodding at you. “So that leaves you.”
“Yes it does.”
“Do you ever think of taking a break?”
You gave a half-sigh, half-groan, making her smirk in amusement. “It’s…come up a lot recently. I dunno. I think I’m burning out, anyways.”
“What makes you say that? I was watching you guys with Selby. You’re still one of the best I’ve ever seen.”
“I-I’ve been having…problems.”
Her eyes narrowed, her hands setting on her hips like a mother about to scold her child. “What kind of problems?”
“Just flashbacks. Of different things. It happens at random times. Certain triggers; something someone says or does, or something I smell or hear.”
“PTSD?”
“Something like that.”
“Has it affected you in the field?” Hesitating to answer was answer enough and she nodded. “Then…maybe it’s time you do start considering retiring.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “At 36? There’s no way.”
“C’mon. It’s not too late for you to settle down. Go one a few dates. Meet someone. Maybe have a couple kids-”
“Woah, woah. Slow your roll.” Your features scrunched up in incredulity. “Pump your breaks. No one said anything about marriage or kids.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying…think about it. I heard even Bucky’s been on a few dates.”
It was your turn to narrow your eyes at her, hearing the suggestive tone in her voice and seeing the eyebrow raise. “Yeah. He has. A few. I told him to. Told him it might be good for him to, I dunno, get back out there.
“Or, you could just…go out there with him.”
“Not you too! Have you been talking to Sam?”
“Is it Steve? Is that what’s stopping you? Because you know he’d just want you to be hap-” She stopped as he phone vibrated, grabbing it and reading the text. “Company’s arriving.” She pointed a finger at you. “You got very very lucky. This conversation isn’t over. I’m not dropping this.”
You bit your cheek and nodded. “Alright, mom. Can we go party now?”
She breathed out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go party.”
**********************
“Hey, gorgeous! There you are!”
You smirked at the boys as they met you near the top of the stairs, eyeing Sam and Bucky appreciatively. Damn, could Sam pull off a turtleneck. And Bucky in black and skinny jeans? Sharon sure had good taste. “Today’s the day for attractive outfits, huh, gentlemen?”
“I’ll say.” Bucky hummed, glancing at your own outfit. “You look beautiful, doll.”
“You look very dashing yourself, Barnes.” You grin, pulling at the lapels of his black blazer and fixing the collar. You smoothed your hand down the front of his shirt, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised when he caught your wrist, keeping your palm over his heart.
He clenched his jaw, taking a breath, before letting it out, almost dejectedly, and letting your hand go. “Um,” He cleared his throat, hand falling down by his side. “Did, uh, did Sharon say anything more about these friends of hers to you?”
“Nope.” You shook your head. “Just told me to enjoy the party.”
“I guess we should go enjoy the party, then.” Sam nodded towards the stairs, where the music was floating up, her guests already pouring in.
You made your way downstairs, looking around the room. Sharon sure did know how to throw one, that’s for sure.
People were pushed together, dancing to the beat of the music, drinking, with colored lights flashing every which way. Bucky’s hand found yours almost instantly, and you smiled at him. “C’mon.”
“What?” His eyes were wide as you dragged him towards the groups of people dancing.
“Dance with me.”
He shook his head violently. “I-I can’t.”
“I thought you used to be a dancer?”
“Used to. And I was a swing-dancer. Not…” He gestured around to the people bobbing up and down, moving their bodies with each other.
You waved dismissively, pulling him closer. “All you need to do is feel the beat. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, Mr. Tough and Scary Assassin?”
He licked his lips, looking around nervously. You brought his hands to your hips, making his eyes snap back to yours, your own arms winding around his neck. You started moving rhythmically, nodding your head to the music, smiling up at him and giggling at the adorable concentration on his face.
“You, uh, you go to parties like this a lot?”
“I specialized in undercover operations, remember? I practically lived at these places for some of them.” He licked his lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. “Loosen up a little.” You laughed, catching his jaw between your fingers and making him look at you instead of the crowd surrounding him. You scratched at the scruff, speaking softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just me.”
He nodded and, slowly, a bit hesitant, started moving his body with yours, relaxing his tense muscles the longer you two danced.
“Nice hit, by the way. With Zemo earlier.”
You shrugged, turning in his arms, biting your lip when he pulled you closer, your back to his chest. “I didn’t like the way he grabbed you. It was unnecessary. I was thinking of making a list, actually.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” Your arms wound around his neck again, your head falling back to his shoulder. “Of things he’s done so far that warrant’s me beating his ass once this is done.”
He chuckled, warm breath tickling your cheek, thumbs tracing circles on the bare skin just above the waistline of your shorts. Your own fingers had found home in his hair holding his head where it was, his lips centimeters away from your ear. “Share it with Sam. I’m sure he has a few things to add.”
Your breath hitched as his metal fingers danced along your bare navel, arm tightening around your waist. “I’m sure he does…I thought you said you can’t dance.”
“I guess I just needed to warm up. I’m a bit rusty after eighty years.”
“Don’t seem that rusty to me.” You breathed out, turning your head to look at him. His tongue ran across his lips again, his eyes glancing to your own.
“Hey, guys!” The world and your situation came crashing down on you, the music you didn’t realize you’d been tuning out, along with the crowd’s boisterous laughter and cheers, rushed back to yours ears. The little bubble with just you and Bucky shattered. You both stepped away from each other; you cleared your throat and pushed down the heat that had nothing to do with the hundred bodies in the one room, while Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears red with no help from the colored lights. Both of you were panting lightly, avoiding eye contact with the other three staring knowingly at you. Sharon nodded her head, gesturing behind her. “I found him.”
Sam nudged Bucky - who was staring at you, his jaw ticking and his throat tightening as he swallowed thickly - before jabbing his thumb in Sharon’s direction. “Here we go.”
You nodded, eyeing Bucky with a small smile. “Here we go, Buckaroo.”
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