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thejeguluslibrarian · 10 months

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So I thought I’d start of this blog with some of my favorites!

The Long Game by lackadaisical_lizard (M, 243k) - British modern high school AU where James is the popular jock/ football star and Regulus is the quiet artist who couldn't be less bothered by status or popularity. They work on a project together. Pining ensues.

Librarian’s Review: I had originally set out to read this as a sort of fluffy side fic, but I quickly became obsessed with the well thought-out character building and phenomenal plot. My emotions have short-circuited. Absolutely one of the best things I’ve ever read, and guaranteed to make me smile and cry in equal measure.

my almost lover by alaranai (T, 23k) - Regulus and James are a couple. James is the last person to realise this.

Librarian’s Review: The characters in this are so spot on. I swear it was written by the marauders themselves. I’m so impressed with this author - they’ve somehow managed to write an adorable story that stocks with you even after you’ve read it a bajillion times.

love is not a predicate by mordax (M, 132k) - Regulus wants to be a classical pianist but can only bring himself to practice at night, and James has insomnia and finds music is the perfect cure. An exploration of Regulus's mind and struggle with the Black family, his journey to accepting himself, and his path to mending broken relationships, building new ones, and maybe, possibly, finding love. (circa 70s in a boarding school much like Hogwarts, only muggle)

Librarian’s Review: A truly outstanding angsty read. Regulus is so broody in this that I want to squish him (and possibly the author too). The world-building is so well woven into the plot that you don’t even notice it until you start being able to picture scenes as they happen.

Art Heist, Baby! by otrtbs (M, 219k) - When James Potter answers a mysterious ad in his local coffee shop, the last thing he expects is to be thrown into a world of white collar crime, but how can he resist when the mastermind behind the operation has dark hair and brooding eyes and promises wealth beyond James' wildest imagination? He would do anything for that boy named after a star, including stealing millions of dollars of fine art.

Librarian’s Review: Call me basic, but this fic is truly one of the pillars of the entire Jegulus fan-canon. It is a classic. Are you ready to be destroyed and left speechless in awe? Well saddle up buckaroo, because reading this for the first time (or even the 51st) will change you forever.

And in the Death of His Reputation He Felt Truly Alive by reggiesreputation (M, 79k) - Regulus Black is the biggest pop star on the charts, but when pictures of him kissing a man are splattered on every paper in the world, he is severed from his family's record label. He has lost his music, his home, and his reputation is in shambles. But with the help of producer Remus Lupin, his brother, and a gorgeous man he meets in a dive bar, Regulus Black will rebuild his reputation, write his best album yet, and maybe even fall in love.

Librarian’s Review: Ok, so I’m not exactly what most people would consider a Taylor Swift fan, so I thoroughly did not realize that this was partially about her until very far into the fic. It is really good though! I would check it out, simply because it will alter your worldview. 11/10 stars.

#jegulus #fic recs #fic resources #fic rex #starchaser #mauraders #the marauders #james x regulus #james potter #regulus black #thelibrarytag

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padyandmoonfoot · 10 months

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TW: mention of self harm

“Sirius, you can play pretend as long as you want,” Lily almost never used Black’s first name, so she must’ve been serious. “But now that you know that Remus… plays for the other team, so to speak, I should tell you something. I don’t know what exactly he told you, but it’s pretty obvious something’s up with you and him. If you go talk to him, be careful, alright? He’s felt like an outcast for nearly his entire life now - half blood, werewolf, now this. I’ve known since third year - he let it slip during a library visit - but you need to understand, Sirius, that you can’t take this lightly.” Her breath caught. Sirius wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw a tear drop onto the floor. “Black, not all of his scars are from the wolf. He hates himself, Sirius, so much. He… if you don’t play this carefully, Remus might not be here for Christmas.”

Lily spun around, letting out a sniffle, and ran into the girl’s bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. A few thoughts nudged Sirius in the back of his head - Why had Remus told Lily in third year, and not his closest friends? How did Lily know about Remus being a werewolf, and how did she know that Sirius knew?

None of the thoughts were fully processed by Sirius, though, except for one - not all of his scars are from the wolf. Before he could understand what he was doing, Sirius spun on his heel and sprinted towards Gryffindor Tower.

-excerpt from Not My Type by RoyalPrince24 (me!) on ao3

#gay #harry potter #wolfstar #mauraders #remus lupin #remus loves sirius #sirius x lupin #sirius black #lgbt #marauders era #wolfstar fanfiction #fic rex #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fic rec

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swilmarillion · 9 months

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AO3 Kudo Chain! Reply with a link to the last fic you left a kudos on, then pass this on to five other readers!

@crackinthecup deserves kudos on every chapter!!

#fic Rex

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jomilky · 1 year

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This is out of nowhere but I saw that you reced husbands.avi a while ago, and I was just wondering if you (or any of your followers) have a copy of it somewhere? Or really any of bigassbigtits' work since they deleted their ao3 account? I really liked it and was really disappointed when they deleted. I don't really expect anything but I thought I'd ask!

Hiiiiiii sry for replying so late I keep forgetting to come back and reply cuz life was ugggggh overwhelming.

A friend has sent me the Bad Omega screenshots she saved and our lovely Myn ( @vintagelacerosette ) has shared the PDF of To the Moon and to Saturn and Milko with me a while ago.

So I guess maybe you can dm me your email address or another other contact format you prefer so I can share them with you? And also anyone who has more saved and would like to share pls feel free to leave comments

#ask box #fic Rex #bigassbigtits

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unhappycylinder · 1 year

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I've had this Eddie fic living on my wattpad since last summer and I've been lowkey updating it recently 🫣 so would y'all wanna see that posted here????

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #fic rec #fic rex #fic ideas #eddie fic

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woundedheartwithin · 5 months

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Cam boy Sugiura is a good idea. Please write it

I’m actually talking about two of my favorite fics!

#she speaks #fic rex #yagasugi

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anotherfallenchild · 7 months

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Y’all should go read this and lose your minds like me.

Delicious

#aziracrow fic #fic Rex

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clonesuperiority · 1 month

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I really only wanted to show my Clone OC's Tattoos, buuut who was ever hurt by shirtless Wolffe, Rex, Cody and Jesse? 👀

I'd kind of love to draw some fanarts of canon Clones ... Which ones would you like to see?

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thatforkedroad · 4 months

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Sun-hearted

[ao3] Anakin Skywalker is not human. The people around him try not to think about it.

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Shmi had always known her son wasn’t like her.

At first, she had assumed that the pregnancy had simply happened without her knowledge. Or that perhaps her mind had blocked out the event — a slave knew better than anyone how the brain killed the past to protect the present, to keep you surviving.

But the more she tried to dig up the memory-that-wasn’t-there, the more she ran through scenarios, the more she realised that nothing that made sense. If it had been… any of her theories, she would have known, there would have been evidence, Watto wouldn’t have been so angry when he found out. Eventually, she realised she had to give up logic alltogether. Anakin’s father was not something knowable to her. He (it?) had been something else. Something impossible.

A miracle.

The theory only grew more convincing as her pregnancy progressed. She began to sense things no human should have been able to. Objects falling before they’d even been knocked. Watto’s bad mood from two rooms away. Her baby’s strong soul, loudly proclaiming it would be a survivor.

She held her new sixth sense dear for those nine months she had it — but not as dearly as she held her baby boy, to whom the sense really belonged. Her darling miracle baby boy, who always knew too much too soon, who read intentions as easily as he read schematics, and whose quick hands and quicker mind did the impossible on Boonta Eve.

Slaves were supposed to cling to their miracles, so few and far between as they were. But a mother was supposed to do what was best for her son, and Anakin was her boy above all else. She let him go, hoping the Jedi would understand and care for his impossibility better than she ever could.

(And as Shmi died, she did not need Anakin’s sixth sense to feel the anger running through his miracle veins. She did not need it to know what would happen next, either.

She knew with all the certainty her slow-beating heart had that her son’s grief would raze the galaxy to ash.)

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Obi-Wan knew Anakin didn’t fit in with the other younglings and padawans.

He wanted to believe it was just because of the boy’s upbringing, that it was only because he’d grown up in a much crueler, realer world to the others. Or perhaps it was because Anakin was already a padawan or because of how annoyingly easily it was for him to call the Force. Maybe they just heard the Council had tried to reject him. There seemed to be a few hundred thousand reasons that the children of the Temple would consider him an outsider — but one stood out like a sore and mythical thumb.

There was no Chosen One or such thing as a child born of the Force. There was certainly no chance that the other children (even the ones who tried to accept Anakin with open arms) could sense otherness in his blood. He was just like any other Jedi, if a little more reckless.

As Anakin and the other padawans grew, they grew together. He became like well-sewn patch on an old shirt — the difference was there, yes, but only noticeable if you were really looking. It was better for everyone if Obi-Wan stopped looking for the gap, so he did.

Anakin had never seemed to notice it, anyway.

(And as he watched Anakin’s slaughter of the Temple, the hot drowning of dread and horror and nausea was joined by a cold, parasitic realisation. The gap between Anakin and the other Jedi had never grown smaller; Obi-Wan had only grown more blind.

Jedi were taught from a young age that they could not hold or control the Force, that they were to let it flow freely else they would face the consequences. Obi-Wan had been a fool to think that something made of one half Force and one half heartbreak could be held any more than its parent.)

—

Anakin grinned, and Ahsoka felt every clone in the hangar’s mood lift. Ahsoka couldn’t help but smile in return — and then he cracked a joke, and the worry and grief of the battle became a distant, shrouded memory.

It always went like this. They came back from the latest campaign dirtied, injured, and with a tiredness that ached into their very bones. They all wanted nothing more than to eat and sleep and mourn and not talk to anyone for several hours. But then Anakin — still riding the high of a good fight — would clap Ahsoka on the shoulder, make a stupid comment to Rex, and everything would feel fine. Better than fine even.

Morale seemed so reliant on him that if her master was angry or sad or upset, so was the entire ship. When he was in a mood, meditation became impossible, no matter how at peace Ahsoka felt. She once considered that it was more than just moral, more than just his stupid jokes, but she had grown up in the Temple, raised on lessons of a Jedi’s few limits. A single man could not project his emotions onto an army.

Anakin just had a friendly smile, was all.

(And when Maul told her — warned her — of what her master would become, she did not listen. She could not listen. She thought only of his grin, and the sunny sureness in her chest that always accompanied it.

And so she fought for it again.)

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Rex knew, theoretically, that General Skywalker was human.

He’d seen enough medical scans from Kix (on the unusual occasion that the general submitted to care) to know that Skywalker’s biology was just like any natborn human’s. He didn’t have strange-coloured blood or an extra eye and all his (mostly-intact) organs were in the right places. The records showed that he was completely, one-hundred-percent human.

Theoretically, this made complete sense.

And it made sense he would seem slightly off. Rex had spent the first decade of his life surrounded entirely by his brothers and Kaminoan scientists; his idea of a ‘normal’ person was someone who looked and sounded identical to him, not a tall, barely-tanned Tatooinian with the wrong accent. Even if it hadn’t been, Rex knew Jedi were different from your average natborn. They could do all these crazy things that belonged in storybooks and myths, not the battlefield. Swaying people, moving objects (or clone captains) with their minds, seeing the future — if Rex hadn’t been trained to do so, he wouldn’t have believed a word of it.

But if being a Jedi had been the reason, wouldn’t Rex have noticed the same thing with Commander Tano or General Kenobi? He understood that maybe Commander Tano wasn’t old enough to develop whatever it was General Skywalker had — but Kenobi was older, more trained in the Force. Surely Rex would have noticed the same thing, that same surely-not-quite-human feeling with him?

Maybe he just spent too much time around the General. Maybe this thinking was just a part of having a good natborn friend.

He hoped it was, at least.

(And when Rex heard of the attack on the Temple, he understood his hope was for naught.

He and his brothers weren’t an isolated incident, he knew; Ahsoka had felt the deaths across the galaxy. He had no doubt the clones on the battlefield cut down their generals — who trusted them like they trusted their own right hand, who stood alone in front of a one-thousand strong army — with an alarming ease.

But he heard reports of the Temple, of blue-painted clones massacring all there, and knew they couldn’t have done it alone. Only one Jedi was strong enough to take on a Temple of their own kind and win.)

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Padmé wondered if her husband was made from the stars themselves.

It seemed like the only explanation, sometimes. How could anything mortal be so beautiful? How could anything born on solid ground hold that much love in its heart? He was impossible. He looked her in the eye and saw right through every mask she wore, saw that all she was at the core was an overworked girl from Naboo — and still beamed like she was the most perfect thing in the galaxy. He loved her for who she was, not what she could do for him nor for the stature of Amidala. That seemed rarer than stardust.

She would see him and her breath would catch with something that had to be more than love. He stood by the window and stared into the Coruscanti night like he could hear every thought in the city-planet, his golden-brown hair catching the edges of the hundred-colour lights. She ought to walk up to him, hold him, tell him she loves him and pepper him with kisses — but all she could do was stare. In those moments, he was perfect and divine, and she could not interrupt them with her mortality.

(And as Padmé lay dying, her life force dragged out by some dark presence, she thought of her star-husband. And she thought of the refugees she had once helped when their sun imploded. It should have been a lesson learnt; stars were beautiful in the night sky, warm in the summer, but dangerous. Able to end entire planets in their own cosmic pain.

Some small part of her knew this when she first said I love you. But she could not listen. She saw only the star-beauty in his eyes and all the love he held in his sun-heart.)

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Anakin Skywalker had long questioned whether he was human or not.

But as Darth Vader looked down at his mechanical hands, heard his pressurised breathing, and ignored the pain that followed his every half-sedated movement, he found his humanity was no longer a question.

#anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #captain rex #padme amidala #star wars #fic #total write forever

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padyandmoonfoot · 10 months

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It occurred to Sirius, somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, that his reactions shouldn’t be as strong as they were. Yeah, he had a right to be upset over the fact that Gideon had hurt his friend but… well, he didn’t exactly react that way whenever Lily turned James down. Nor could he see himself wanting to punch Mary if she and Peter broke up unexpectedly.

But Moony was, well, different. While Peter and James were all pranks and laughs and teasing each other, Remus was… warm. All sweaters and books and milky tea with honey instead of sugar, and melted chocolate sticking to his fingers. Remus was passionate and overly stubborn, Remus was cold winters snuggling in a blanket, Remus was floppy sleeves hanging over the edges of his hands, Remus was too tall too fit under the cloak with three anymore, but still somehow able to fold himself small enough to fit in that little crevice by the window in their dorm.

Maybe Sirius thought too much about Remus. Friends shouldn’t think about each other like that, should they? Friends don’t notice the way snowflakes rested on their mate’s eyelashes, or how their mate’s lips turned slightly blue when it was too cold in the potions dungeons, or how it took their mate exactly three seconds gulping down hot tea before their lips regained warmth.

But Remus was Sirius’ mate. That’s all. And Sirius was straight, anyways.

-excerpt from Addictive Kisses by RoyalPrince24 (me!) on ao3

#harry potter #gay #wolfstar #mauraders #remus lupin #remus loves sirius #sirius x lupin #sirius black #james potter #jily #jegulus #lily evan’s #peter pettigrew #lgbt #fanfiction #marauders era #wolfstar fic rec #fic rex

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superlarva · 11 months

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Sooo... I'm thinking of writing a fic about Rex obtaining a set of traumatized twins (Fives and Echo) and having to learn how to parent them (similar to Buir Basics, which gave me severe brainrot, one of my favorite fics, I love it). Would people be at all interested in that?

#I drew this for the fic #but like #IDK if I should actually start posting the fic #I've never posted anything before #so im nervous #help #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #rex tcw #tcw cody #tcw rex #fives #clone trooper echo #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo #captain rex #commander cody #star wars

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scaredpigeons · 4 months

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Deus Auri

Zhongli x reader (gn)

Word count: 1.04k (smol)

CW: sfw:) mild spoilers for Neuvillettes voice lines about Morax, he calls him Deus Auri, which is god of gold in Latin— might just be a title but any little tidbit of Morax we get I just gobble gobble up. Flirting, zhongli calls you my dear, darling, vixen. No pronouns or other gender specific language used. Some kisses and allusions of wanting more.

Enjoy!

“Deus Auri.”

You can nearly hear the crack of Zhongli’s neck as his gaze whips towards you, but you keep your gaze trained on your book as if you hadn’t seen its comical swivel in your peripherals.

“I’m sorry my dear, could you repeat that?” He said, though there was an edge to his tone.

“Deus Auri—God of Gold. What can you tell me about that name?” You said, index finger gliding down the edge of the book. You were no longer reading, but still kept your eyes trained on the pages to pretend like you weren’t vibrating with excitement at his reaction.

Zhongli was naturally very stoic, a well maintained facade to those who weren’t interested in looking deeper.

You had been plenty interested, taking one look at him and instantly knowing he was no ordinary man.

Now the better part of half a year into your blossoming relationship, he still hadn’t outright told you, but he’d grown comfortable.

You’d catch glimpses of his wrists, normally covered— deep onyx with veins of pure gold. Though this only happened in the safety of his home— there was a time he had to remove his gloves to help you in the kitchen, and his perfectly pale, human hands had distracted you the entire time.

The glamor he kept up in public slipped a bit when he was more at ease.

To the eye that was actually looking, zhongli really wasn’t subtle about who he was.

“Well, why don’t we start with where you heard such a name?” He asked.

“I was with the traveler last week, helping she and paimon with a commission in Fontaine.”

You can see the minuscule wince he gives out of the corner of your eye. Just a twitch of the brows as he blinks, so graceful, but you catch it because you’re looking for it.

“I overheard a conversation she had with a lovely gentleman over there, though I didn’t get to introduce myself. He mentioned the name when the traveler was asking him about Rex Lapis.”

You closed your book, finally turning to look at him, though you kept your gaze coyly through heavy lids, peaking demurely at him through your lashes.

“And you know, I thought that was very strange, her asking him about Rex lapis, when she could learn anything and everything about him from our resident expert.”

“The traveler has not visited liyue to see me in some time, darling. And I'm sure there are others who’ve studied the gods. I am not the only knowledgeable one in Teyvat.”

“I know, I know.” You chewed on your lip a bit for effect, looking puzzled. “So who is this Deus Auri? Is it perhaps another one of Morax’s many names?”

You looked at him expectantly, grinning as he grew more stiff in his seat beside you. A mere foot of space between you on the couch and he looked like he was ready for you to pounce on him.

You wanted to, you have wanted to, but he so chivalrously insists upon taking it slow.

Hand holding in the harbour. Chaste kisses good night. You wanted so badly to break through his barriers but you knew he was holding back.

“You are…” he let a puff of air through his nose. “Correct in the knowledge that Morax was known to have many different names. Unfortunately that is all I can say on the matter.”

“So cryptic.” You squinted at him. He often shut you out when you pried like this, poking and prodding in places you know you shouldn’t be, but he was always kind and straightforward about it—so you usually dropped it as soon as he denied you.

“Do you think he had a favourite name that he went by?” You pushed a bit more, hoping to get him to give you just one more crumb before you played your cards. It was time, you were getting tired of hiding it.

He smiled thoughtfully, relaxing into the couch once more. “I’d like to think that he enjoyed the name Rex Lapis, the name given to him by his people. I’m sure it brought him a great sense of pride.”

You grinned, soaking in his expression and words. Knowing what you know— gods. He really was so cute sometimes.

You open up your book, stilling your grin to prepare for what was next.

“Really? I’d like to think Zhongli is his favourite. Retirement is a good look for him.”

You expected denial, perhaps his neck snapping back to you like it did when you first mentioned the ancient name.

What you didn’t expect was to be tackled to the floor, a gloved hand supporting your neck instinctively as you and your book tumbled along the floor with the blur of rich oranges and browns that took you down.

When you finally settled, you were on your back with him looming over you, pining you to the ground.

“You little vixen. How long have you known?” His eyes were wild, hair a mess, cheeks flushed and breathless. Disheveled.

He looked more beautiful now than you’d ever seen him before.

“From the moment you opened your mouth.”

He kissed his teeth in a quick tsk, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Nothing escapes you, does it? I knew I would be in trouble with you.”

You cupped his face in your hands, pulling him back towards you.

“And yet you kept me around regardless.” You smiled, giving him a quick, teasing peck on the lips.

“How could I not? You have an inescapable magnetism that I am completely captured by. I’m afraid to say that you’re unraveling me even as we now speak.”

You grinned at him, face feeling just as flush as his.

“How much more unraveling do I need to do to get you to let down those walls you keep around you?”

“They were gone the moment I saw that you knew the truth, my dear, you should have said something much sooner.” He tilted his head with a soft grin.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him ever closer.

“Kiss me then, you old blockhead.”

He gave a rumble in his chest that sounded very much like a growl, and it set your nerves on fire.

“Behave.” He said sternly.

“No promises,” you said as you kissed him.

#zhongli #zhongli fluff #rex lapis #genshin morax #genshin impact #genshin zhongli #genshin impact zhongli #zhongli fic #zhongli x reader #zhongli x reader fluff #fluff #genshin fluff

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ohyousillything · 11 months

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Boba is small and obnoxious, in a way only small tubies can be, squirming and thrashing around in his crib as he wails. He’s been told that Boba is denominated “a toddler”, by nat-born standards. CC-2224 is not impressed.

“What does the word ‘Boba’ mean,” he asks. The word has been bothering him for some time now.

Jango doesn’t raise his eyes from the datapad he’s frowning at, “It’s an old family name.”

CC-2224 considers this. Boba continues to wail at the injustices of the world. CC-2224 is sympathetic to that, at least.

And then the question pops in his head like an armed grenade.

“Can I have a name?” he asks.

Jango looks up at him, both eyebrows raised up to his hairline. There's a considering silencie, and then he says, like he's already regretting it, “You could.”

CC-2224 stares at him expectantly. Boba wails, mostly ignored.

Jango snorts and shakes his head, letting his attention fall back on his datapad, “You’ll have to come up with one on your own, kid. I’m shit at naming things,”

CC-2224 frowns, looking down at Boba, who’s finally beginning to realize no one paying much attention to his crying and he might need to adapt his strategies.He makes grabby fingers at CC-2224, who watches impassively.

Making an impulsive decision, he reaches into the crib and pulls the baby out, holding him at eye level like a hide up for inspection.

“I like the word kote,” CC-2224 says.

“Very modest,” Jango snorts, but he sounds approving. Newly christened Kote thinks he wasn’t looking for approval, but its nice getting it anyway.

Boba sneezes on his face, and the universe shifts.

Kote's never seen the sun, but someday he'll understand this moment feels like sunrise.

#i know its not canon but i like to believe that cody is a bastardized version of kote #maybe cause rex could not say it properly #cody has questions #jango is too old for this shit #and maybe getting a name is a way of disobedience he can get away with but it changes the course of history #i love this guy more than obi wan does ok #clones are people #commander cody #codywan #jango fett #star wars #boba fett #baby boba #little fic

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