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kazoosandfannypacks · 4 months

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summary: to boost morale, hera lets her crew pick out a treat when they make supply runs. as a former streetrat, ezra's used to going without food, and rather than pick up another box of crackers he won't eat, ezra decides on a much better plan for his treats. word count: 1.4k a/n: two of the best parts of christmas are giving gifts and eating cookies, so i decided to polish up this discord message i sent to @laughingphoenixleader and turn it into a fic to keep us in the holiday spirit this december! shoutout to the hilarious and encouraging @kanerallels for betaing! taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @kanerallels @piraterefrigerator @jedi-nurse @dootchster @lucasbridger @redroverrider @light-umbra @commander-tech @jedimandalorian {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

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The Molasses Mission

Captain Syndulla recognizes that her crew isn't just soldiers or rebels or heroes. They're survivors. They're kids who had to grow up so fast, they never got the chance to be kids— and the youngest of them were kids even still.

So she tries to find ways to let them have fun while still sticking it to the Empire, and one of them is to boost morale by letting them get treats. They don't get them very often, but sometimes, after a big mission, the ones that are hardest to complete but come with the most payoff, she lets them each pick one snack on the next supply run, a snack to be their own personal snack, one they don't have to share with anyone.

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Ezra Bridger grew up on the streets, and when you grow up on the streets, you don't refuse an offer for food— free food, all yours, something you wouldn't normally get yourself— so naturally Ezra's initially very excited when asked if he'd like a special treat on this week's supply run.

The problem he runs into is when you grow up on the streets, and suddenly you find yourself with a crew that may as well be family, and as such cares about your health and general wellbeing, they're insistent on things like "eating at least two meals a day, if not three" and that's two more meals, if not three, than you were ever guaranteed on the streets. As such, Ezra's not really all that hungry these days.

So, the first few times this happens, he's ecstatic over his own personal snack, but pretty soon he realizes he's without the time to eat them, or he'll save them for a "special occasion" that just never comes, or he's just not even hungry, and he starts to feel bad that he's not eating them.

That's when he gets an idea.

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Chopper doesn't like doing supply runs as is, but he especially doesn't like when Hera sends him with Ezra. The kid's constantly asking him what's on the list, he stops to chit-chat with all the merchants, and his haggling skills are not as great as he thinks. This would be so much faster if Hera would send him by himself— but, of course, the way this galaxy is run, an astromech can't make a supply run themselves, and once again he's forced to rely on these stupid organics.

He protests when Ezra grabs a second box of Molasses Cookies. Today's supply run includes treats, but Sabine is the only member of the crew who eats them.

"One of the boxes is for me," Ezra explains, but Chopper protests. His memory banks aren't that erratic, and he distinctly remembers Ezra's vocal dislike of the cookies that "ought to be sweet instead of tasting like dirt" and "are too dry" and "should come with a warning label before being jam-packed with that many nuts."

But, Ezra insists that that's his treat for the week, and frankly, Chopper couldn't care less. It was one less thing to have to track down here, and maybe Ezra's tastes have just changed.

Organics could be weird like that.

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Sabine had always been very protective of personal property. She didn't want anyone touching her weapons, her paints, or her food.

Especially her food.

Especially her molasses cookies. Everyone on The Ghost knew to stay more than a parsec away from her molasses cookies.

Even still, she counted them every time she grabbed one out of the pack. If someone had taken one, it'd be a nice chance to let out the pent-up anger she had at the mere thought of someone eating her cookies.

Which is why it was weird that, over the last week, every time she'd counted, she'd had exactly seven cookies left, despite eating one each time. At first, she thought she just miscounted, but soon she realized that, no, her cookies were somehow never running empty.

She didn't ask questions— don't look a gift strill in the mouth, right?— even after she opened the box one day and found eight cookies. What could she possibly ask, anyways? "Who's been giving me more cookies?" Like some kind of crazy person? There was a war going on, she had more important things to worry about than how something good was happening to her for a change.

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It may as well just be a regular part of his Jedi practice now. Always staying on the alert for when Sabine was eating one of her cookies. Training himself to wake up in the middle of the night. Sneaking out of his room and into the galley with a cookie from his secret stash. Placing the cookie and getting back to his room. And the most important step, watching Sabine's reaction the next time she went for a cookie and found the same amount left.

But what did not feel like a regular part of his training was what happened this time: finishing the job, turning around, and seeing Sabine sitting at the table, watching him.

"SABINE!?" Ezra exclaimed, backing up against the counter behind him by instinct, then remembering the stealth part of these missions and lowering his tone, "it's not what it looks like! I mean maybe it is what it looks like, if it looks like what it is, but, uh... what are you doing, anyway? Do you normally wait up in the galley to scare unsuspecting spectres? Huh, that was fun to say."

"Let's just say my curiosity got the better of me." Sabine stood up and walked over to him, "After all, what is it they say back on Lothal? 'Curiosity catches the Loth Cat?' And it looks like," she pointed an accusatory finger at Ezra, poking him in the chest as she stepped forward, "that's exactly what I just caught."

"Uh," Ezra said, and even though he thought Sabine might be a little upset, he also noticed how lovely she looked in the low lighting of the galley, which actually made him all the more nervous, "technically, I think the phrase is curiosity killed the Loth Cat. You're not, uh, planning to...."

"Of course not," Sabine said, and there was a bit of a laugh in her tone, "I just wanted to know."

"Well," Ezra shrugged, "now you know."

"No," Sabine said, "I know who, not why. What's your angle?"

"Angle?" Ezra asked.

"Was this an attempt to bribe me or something?" Sabine asked.

"If I wanted to bribe you," Ezra asked, "don't you think I would've let you know it was me?"

Sabine nodded. "Not even you are that stupid."

"Right," Ezra said, "I just. I'm still trying to finish my second box of Loth-Crackers, so on the last supply run, I grabbed a box of cookies instead, and gave myself this secret mission to sneak them in here— Jedi practice, that's all."

"That's all?"

"Yeah," Ezra's feet shuffled, "That, and I noticed how happy you always are over something as small as cookies, and I, I don't know. It's the only time you smile unless something's blowing up, and I, I don't know…."

As he'd been talking, Sabine had turned and stood next to him, leaning against the same countertop. He turned to look at her, and noticed a bittersweet expression, and thought it might be wise to stop talking and start listening. After a moment, his listening finally paid off, and Sabine spoke up.

"Uj'alayi."

"What?"

"Uj'alayi," she crossed her arms, though not gruffly, "one of my favorite cakes. When I was little, my dad would make it for us for special occasions. I haven't had it since before...."

Sabine shook her head, and Ezra nodded for her to continue.

"It's a secret Mandalorian recipe," she explained, "those molasses cookies don't hold a candle to it, but it's the closest you can get when you're... when you don't know the recipe. Taking a bite of one is like...." she smiled a little and shook her head again.

Sabine had never said this much to him in one conversation, but Ezra didn't want her to stop. He wanted to keep hearing more about her, getting to know her more, but realized she'd closed herself off again, and respected that.

"That's," Ezra shrugged, "thank you for sharing."

"Thank you," Sabine said.

Much to Ezra's surprise, she wrapped an arm around him in a hug, so quick it was done and over before Ezra even realized it's happened, though he could still feel its lingering warmth, even as she said goodnight and left the galley.

Ezra watched the smile on her face as long as he could as she left, then smiled to himself in return as he tucked her box of cookies back where they belonged in the pantry and whispered, "best mission ever."

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#fanfiction #sabezra #ezrabine #sabine wren #ezra bridger #headcanon #kazzy writes #kazzy writes fanfic #swr #cw food #sabezra fanfiction #star wars rebels #star wars rebels season 2 #canon compliant #hera syndulla #c1 10p #otp: im counting on you

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not-so-allegiant-general · 9 months

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Hux had a strange relationship with food. He wouldn't call it a disorder because in his life everything must be in order. So rather than fix problems he preferred lying to himself. He doesn't call it lying of course. It's just... Not exactly the truth but close enough for him.

When It comes to Kylo he could eat a table if it would be well-prepared. I mean... If It was edible. Em.. Yup he just loves food. He eats a lot and he actually can cook. And he can't look at Hux eating these ration bars. Especially when he knows that this is probably his only meal for all day.

Because Hux basically lives on kaff, ration bars, stims, cigarettes and FO instant noodles when he has better days. Kylo is impressed that Hux never collapsed on the bridge because of that.

One day he cooked him a proper meal. Hux was looking at the plate on his desk.

"What is the meaning of this Ren?"

" Meaning? Its food. You know. The real one not this fake trashy bars. Sit down and eat"

Hux only rolled his eyes.

" I don't have time for nonsense "

" Oh sorry. You think it was a request?"

"Excuse me?"

"It was an order General. Sit down and eat. "

"Fuck yourself Ren."

"Well no fucking till you eat"

" You can't say that! "

" i can and i just did it. Hux .. Just try alright ? I've done it by myself... "

Hux closed his eyes and sighed. He murmured silent "fine" and sat behind the desk. He sighed again taking a fork and looking at the plate like it was going to eat him. "Okay fine" he told himself. "It's fine"

"Hux?"

"Am i talking to you Ren?"

"Um... I... Don't know ?"

"Right. Then shut up" He was good at forcing himself to do things that he actually didn't want to do. So he ate. Not a lot, but he ate. "Happy? You ignorant walking trash can?"

"Did you like it?"

" It doesn't really matter. At least not for me Ren. Can you... Leave ?"

"What?"

"Just get out" and he left. And Hux didn't know who he hated more. Kylo because he actually left him alone? The plate? Because it was still on his desk? Or himself ? Because of everything.

Kylo showed up the next day with a pack of ration bars and protein shakes. Hux looked at him silently.

"I.. i am sorry... It wasn't fair. I should have warned you and asked i ... I was just worried.. I... Brought you something that you might like better i guess ? Em... Just... Please make sure you eat more than one of these all day... "

"Ah. Is that an order Ren?"

" I already apologized, Hux. Do not make it harder. " Hux looked at the bars and took one.

" I will make sure. " He went silent again And tried not to look at Kylo" And Ren... I.. I know you are right and It wasn't bad. The meal... I just... "

" i know. Take care of yourself Hux or i will start taking care of you. And believe me you wouldn't like it"

Hux actually laughed

" I don't have any complaints about your care as far"

" Do you now...? " Kylo crossed his arms. " Should i cook you another meal?"

"I... No. At least not now. Maybe... Some day. But i wouldn't mind fucking..."

"Greedy, aren't you? " Kylo rolled his eyes and smiled.

If you are interested the "Some day" did happen. Hux was laying next to Kylo on the bed. He was eating pasta. Because it was the most similar food to instant noodles, and he knew he could somehow push It through.

" And? Is it fine?"

"Bearable."

Kylo smiled.

"No one would believe me if i said that this is an actual compliment coming from you"

" No one would also believe that you moan like a common whore but you don't brag about it, aren't you?"

" You should have listened to yourself, sweetie pie" Hux choked at the fork and glared at him angrily. But then Kylo hugged him, and he almost forgot why he was so angry. And he thought that one day he could actually enjoy this. Ren cooking for him, hugging him, smiling at him and taking care. It was strange. But bearable. And It was in fact a compliment.

#armitage hux #star wars #general hux #headcanon #kylo ren #kylux #hux #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #i guess #kinda fluff #hux have strange relationship with food #and with Kylo #ft.table #they deserve each other

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 2 months

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Summary: 38 Anime characters (and 2 western animated characters) wake up in a luxurious mansion. Currently theyre just exploring, but after the first 40 chapters its a "Watch your own Show" fic.

Author: @the-ravenclaw-werewolf

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summer-nights19 · 1 year

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!!Masterlist!!

Welcome to my blog ! Here, I write fanfic for a variety of fandoms. I'm also into reading and video games, so I might post about those from time to time.

Enjoy your stay ~

Requests/suggestions are more than welcome- please leave them in my ask box and I'll get back to you asap !

Psst here's my ao3

Mini series

Wings of freedom

Levi Ackerman x fem! reader

Part 1- Moon song

Part 2- Alrighty aphrodite

Part 3- Waves

Part 4- Falling asleep at the wheel

Discontinued

You don't know me

Daiki Aomine x fem reader Part 1

Part 2

Oneshots

Shout out to my exes for inspiring the majority of my angst content. Carrying my blog fr 🙏🙏🙏

I'm aware that an increasing number of my oneshots are getting sequels ! If you want a sequel, go ahead and request one, but if you're not interested, all my oneshots can obv be read as standalone stories (except for the part 2s)

Sailor moon

I'm not her - cheater! Haruka Tenoh x gn! reader (angsty)

Your girlfriend is growing increasingly distant, but you're determined to fix your relationship until you make a terrible discovery when coming back home early from a trip

Part 2 was requested <33

Guess we have a part 3 now

Here's part 4 :>

Kuroko no basket

Replaceable - Kise x gn! reader (angsty)

Your relationship with your boyfriend is falling apart, but you can't leave. That is, until one final blow is delivered.

Also, here is part 2 as requested !

Aomine and Kise x gn reader threesome Letting your fav boys completely destroy you together one night at a party <3

Murasakibara x gn! reader how the GoM guys react when they find out you're dating (request)

Attack on titan

Levi x fem reader fluffy teashop au drabble (request)

You and Levi being hopelessly in love and running a tea shop in a post war au.

Omori

Withering gladiolus- Aubrey angst

How Aubrey's grief changes her life after Mari's death

Headcanons

Knb

Knb characters as icks

Please don't hate me ☠

GoM + Takao x afab reader period comfort hcs How they would react to your period mood swings

Knb dating headcanons

What I think dating my personal favs would be like

GoM x S/O who's like Jade West

How the GoM would act with a seemingly mean (but secretly affectionate) s/o

GoM meet Kagami's older sister

How the GoM would act around Kagami's cool, smart older sister

GoM x foul mouthed reader (crack)

How the GoM would act with an s/o who swears a lot

Not fanfic

Videogame reccs/what I think the purrgatory characters look like

Coming soon

???

Requesting rules

Requests are currently: closed

First kiss ask game

Please don't request

Noncon

Hard smut (smut is ok for the most part)

Paedophilia or bestiality

A/b/o

Aus that stray too far from the classic ones (eg college aus, coffee shop aus or mafia aus are all acceptable)

Please bear in mind that if you want me to write about an OC, you'll have to provide some details about them. Also, if you don't specify gender preference in a self insert, I'll automatically write a gn reader

Fandoms I'll write for

JJBA (not part 5 or after part 6)

Attack on titan

Obey me

Ikemen series

Dangerous fellows

Sailor moon

Danganronpa

Kuroko's basketball

Fruits basket

Kakeguri

Seven deadly sins (depending on the character)

MHA (depending on the character)

Pokemon (depending on the character)

Yu-Gi-Oh

Food wars

Omori

Hazbin hotel

Cosmic wheel sisterhood

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burningbrightinside · 7 months

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I would be okay if any website stopped working for a few day or indefinite time. But if something happened to AO3 and to an extention even Wattpad, i won't survive this apocalypse. My ANXIETY won't survive this catastrophic event.

These two are my go to alternative of therapy dude. And I don't do therapy only alternatives.

#ao3 #fanfiction #shivanwrites #wattpad #ao3 fanfic #wattpadoriginal #i survived my lowest point in life because of these 2 they are above any website or app anyday #jjk #aot #marauders #harrypotter #bts #one direction #zayn #food wars #jujutsu kaisen

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fuck-your-chickenstrips-hoe · 4 days

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Some days, all I can think about is the unquenchable longing for 2014-2019 Wattpad fics. I miss the storylines. I miss the emotional termoal so good that my parents used to just give up as soon as I mentioned, "So there's this book....". I miss the character development of Y/N and OCs. I miss the weird ass Sex. I miss the randomly placedJackson Wang and how he could just show up no matter the fandom. I miss the weird fan theories. I miss the beef in the comment section. I miss the WACK ass mash-ups. [ There was absolutely 0 reason for Paw Patrol X Obama] Shit, I really miss the samless creativity and the hate for paying for fics.

The Point is that I miss you 2014-2019 wattped.....

#Specifically K-Pop and Anime Wattpad #I'll never get over the 'I'm selling you because we owe a debt'#and #'Your father just lost his job and we need money #OR the kidnapping #What was in the water?!?#jackson wang #wattpad #anime #black reader #x reader #bts #my hero academy fanfiction #food wars #got 7 #mark lee #gray fullbuster #natsuo x reader #one peice

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ukingk24 · 3 months

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I want to see (you) - Sorina childhood friends AU

When she’s 5 years old, Erina Nakiri is served food by Jouichirou Saiba. Food has always been a part of her life in a way that no other person can imagine. Despite that, she has no real interest in it. Until she tastes his food. She’s wandered into a tasting for her grandfather and this tall, ponytailed hair man heard her stomach rumble and immediately made her the food that would change her life.

A month after that day, Erina had hounded her grandfather to bring that chef back. Try as she might, she can’t replicate the dish he made. Senz knows she just wants to eat his food again and gives in to his granddaughter. Instead of bringing Jo to her, Erina will go to him.

Erina is excited, expecting a grand mansion fit for a chef of his caliber but gets increasingly more confused when the limo her grandfather had gotten takes her to a hole in the wall diner in some town. Her grandfather assures her that she’s in the right place.

She enters the diner and is surprised with all the customers. She’s even more surprised when a boy her age asks for her order. She asks to see chef Saiba and the boy introduces himself as Soma and tells her there’s no one named Saiba here. The only chefs are his mom, dad, grandpa, and him.

Erina wasn’t expecting the boy to be a chef but she says she was told chef Jouichirou Saiba would be here and she’s come all the way here just for him.

“Well like I said, only my family are the chefs and the only Jouichirou here is my dad. But he’s a Yukihira, not Saiba.” Erina starts complaining on how she came to this nowhere town for the wrong Jouichirou and her and Souma get into an argument. Jo comes from the kitchen to see what all the ruckus is about and is surprised at what he sees.

“Little Erina? What are you doing here?” “Chef Saiba!” “Dad, you know this girl?” “Wh-why did you call him dad? That’s chef Saiba!” “No that’s my dad!”

Jo calms the two down and has to explain that his name used to be Saiba, but he took his wife’s name when he married. Soma is mad that he never told him and Erina is embarrassed because not only did she insult chef Saiba’s home, but she fought with his son!

Erina’s about to apologize when a new voice cuts in, asking what all the commotion’s about. Tamako Yukihira comes from the kitchen confused. Jo explains and Soma asks Erina why she came here. Erina says that she had Jo’s food before and it was the best she’s tasted, so she came to get more.

Tamako offers to cook for her but Jo quickly shuts that down, explaining to her that Erina has an extremely sensitive palate. He’ll tell her more later. Tamako wants to know now and while his parents bicker, Soma offers Erina a menu and tells her he’ll cook whatever she wants.

Jo thinks it’s a good idea and Tamako asks if he’s sure. “Yeah, she came all this way for our food. She’s a customer.” Soma says it so matter of factly that his parents can’t help but be proud. Erina is skeptical but if chef Saiba is ok with it… she selects furukake Gohan and soma steps right into the kitchen.

Erina tries to follow but soma teases her and says “employees only” “hmph, do you know who I am!?” “Yeah, you’re the girl who came outta nowhere and mixed up my dad.” Soma shoots back, making Erina embarrassed. Soma adds “You’re also a customer so I’m gonna cook for ya. Gimme a few minutes.”

As Soma is cooking, Erina sits by Jo and asks if it’s really alright for a boy so young to be cooking in a kitchen. Even she isn’t allowed near open flames without supervision. Jo explains that soma’s been cooking for almost a year now under his tutelage. He’s nowhere near good as Jo, but he might surprise you. Jo asks why Erina came here and how she found him. She answers that her grandfather did some digging and she really wanted to taste his food again.

Tamako comes in and starts teasing Erina about trying to steal her man and Erina blushes a rather spectacular shade of red, stuttering on how that was not her intent. Tamako ruffles her hair and assures her she’s kidding and soon soma comes out with a steaming hot bowl and sets Erina’s order in front of her “order up!”

Erina is hesitant but Jo reassures her. She takes a bite and is instantly overwhelmed due to underestimating Soma. She readjusts and takes another bite and she’s able to find flaws in his dish. Soma asks how it is and Erina says it’s better than she expected, far better than a 5-year-old has any right to cook. Soma starts teasing her for underestimating him and Erina harrumphs. Soma asks if it’s delicious and Erina just says is passable, not willing to give him the satisfaction.

Jo offers to make a dish and Erina readily agrees. Erina and Soma chat a little and jo brings his dish out, he made the same thing as soma to rub it in his sons face. Erina instantly is captivated and says it’s better than Soma’s. Before she can call it delicious, Soma interrupts and demands a second chance. He storms off into the kitchen and starts working on another one. Erina asks if that’s normal and Tamako laughs, saying that Soma’s been trying to beat his dad for months now. Erina is surprised that a 5-year-old has been going up again someone like chef Saiba but jo say’s soma’s the most stubborn kid he knows. Soma comes back with another dish for Erina and while it’s indeed better than his last one, Jo’s is still superior.

Erina and Soma start arguing again and a ringing starts coming from her. She takes out a phone and explains her grandfather gave it to her to keep in contact for the trip. She answers and then gives the phone to Jo. “Chef sai- I mean Yukihira. My grandfather would like to talk to you.” Jo takes the phone and Tamako keeps the kids company.

Jo and Senz talk about the situation. Senz reveals that Erina has a detail security team with her and Jo reveals that Soma is his kid. They continue talking and Jo loses sight of the three. He finds them in the kitchen with Erina watching Soma and Tamako cooking with Kazusato. Erina has no actual kitchen experience at this point so she’s fascinated by how these three are doing, especially Soma. She never thought there’d be an actual chef as young as her.

Jo smiles and tells Erina that her grandfather said it’s time to come back home, there’s a car waiting for her. Erina is a little sad but Soma tells her that she has to come back. He needs to cook for her again so she’ll say his food is delicious. “You’re not bad, I’ll give you that. But you have a long way to go before I say that.” “I don’t care. I'll try for as long as I have to to you say my food is delicious!” Jouichirou and Tamako share a look. A week later, the same black limo pulls up and a little girl asks a little boy for the special of the day.

#shokugeki no soma #my fic #my fanfiction #food wars #sns #food wars fanfic #sns fanfic #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #souma yukihira #soma x erina #sorina #tamako yukihira #senzaemon nakiri #kazusato yukihira

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disastertriowriting · 4 months

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@clonefandomevents

Chapter 9.5 is for the square "food". :)

She is CT-9905, but she’s called Vision. Cloned from Omega when Nala Se was attempting to clone Force-sensitivity, Vision is the only success. Not only is she Force-sensitive, but she also has the unique ability to see glimpses of the future when she touches something, or someone. As she grows older, she is assigned to Clone Force 99, forever altering the course of history.

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raointean · 9 months

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The Nerf-Wrap Peddler

So, I was watching the Coruscant episode of The Mandalorian and had a thought. What happened to the Jedi Temple/Imperial Palace after the fall of the Empire? And then this happened...

The Berenks had sold street food in front of the Jedi Temple for as long as anyone could remember. The specific food had changed over the years, of course. Jarikk sold nerf-wraps, his father before him had sold flat-top bowls, his grandmother before him had sold speared meats. But forever and always, they had set up shop just inside the first courtyard of the Temple.

It was the perfect location; open to the public and heavily trafficked by both tourists and Jedi alike. Noon and early evening were the best business, but Jarikk's favorite time of day was three o'clock in the afternoon because that was when padawan learners finished class for the day. They would come streaming into the courtyard to spend their meager allowances and chat about their day with their friends.

He didn't know their names, but he knew their faces and their orders. The studious Stewjoni boy wanted a hard shell with extra condiments. The blond boy with the outer rim accent wanted as much seasoning as he was legally allowed to add. The loud Kiffar wanted a hard shell and a bowl so he could mash it all together. The blue twi'lek girl wanted extra filling. And on and on.

Then, the Clone Wars began and everything changed. Tourists slowly stopped coming to the Temple and protesters took their place. It was still good business, especially when he added water bottles to the menu, but mentally, it was draining.

But still, every day at 3 o'clock, the padawans would come outside after class. They didn't come to the outer courtyard anymore, but Jarikk was more than happy to move to the second courtyard's side-entrance for an hour or two in the afternoon if it meant he could still serve his favorite customers.

There were fewer of them now too, most away on campaigns for weeks or months at a time. But Jarikk still knew their faces and their orders. The spitfire Togruta girl wanted no vegetables or bread wrap, just a bowl of meat. The brown haired, sea-eyed boy wanted minimal seasoning and extra grease. The tiny redhead boy that trailed him everywhere wanted the exact same, but hold on the grease. The wookie (the only wookie-jedi Jarikk had ever seen) wanted a vegetable wrap with no meat. And on and on.

And then, everything changed again, overnight.

Jarikk saw the smoke over the Temple from several blocks away, it wasn't easy to miss. His first thought was that there must have been some kind of disastrous fire in the night, but when he arrived, there were no Jedi outside. Instead there were soldiers holding back a crowd of spectators.

Never one to miss an opportunity, Jarikk went ahead and set up his stand outside the perimeter the clones had cleared. There was a large group of people gathered early in the morning with nothing to do but wait. Many of them had skipped breakfast and, for a while, business was good.

Until they started dragging out the bodies, that is.

Corpse after corpse was dragged out of the Temple and deposited on its steps in plain view of everyone, their names checked off a list. The crowd watched in shocked silence and Jarikk even recognized a few longtime protesters who seemed a little green, despite their raucous cries of "Death to the Jedi" all throughout the months before.

Jarikk left when they started pulling out the bodies of children.

They were later told that the Jedi had staged a coup and that the soldiers and the slaughter had been necessary to stamp out the threat. Jarikk joined the first rebel cell he could find.

Jarikk was proud to say that the Berenks had never sold food outside of the Imperial Palace. He had never even visited it, but after the war was won, he had to see what had become of it.

It looked… the same. The steps had been washed of blood long ago, the courtyard walls were still in place, and carved pillars lined the walkways as they always had. As the afternoon sun beat down on his rapidly whitening hair, he half expected young padawans to come streaming out the doors towards his food stand.

But there was no food stand. And there were no more padawans.

A week or so later, they announced the old Imperial Palace was being turned into a museum, to honor the Jedi. Jarikk didn't know who "they" was, but they were doing something good and he wanted to help.

He offered up his stories. He knew it wasn't much, he didn't even know their names, but there weren't many Jedi left to tell them themselves. In return, "they" offered Jarikk a spot in the first courtyard and asked him to continue selling his nerf-wraps. For authenticity's sake, they told him.

That next Primeday, he was in the courtyard at the crack of dawn setting up his food stand and heating his flat-top, his daughter by his side. With a little luck, the Berenks would continue to sell their street food outside the Jedi Temple for many generations to come.

#fanfiction #star wars #star wars: the clone wars #star wars rebels #the mandalorian #coruscant #jedi temple #jedi genocide #outsider pov #imperial palace #street food #rebellion

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to-be-a-dreamer · 9 months

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Yours, Colin

“When you find what you’re looking for, when you get to wherever it is that you’re going, promise you’ll write me? Promise you won’t let us do this again?”

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In which this scene feels strikingly familiar to one Colin Provolone and he's not willing to let Deli go this time. Not forever.

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I refuse to believe Colin and Deli never saw each other again so I wrote this

Read it on AO3

#dear lord i'm writing fanfiction about a block of cheese and a sandwich #anyways newsies people enjoy whatever this is #also every single person in the discord needs to thank emma for making a d20 thread #because otherwise you would have been subjected to me and chandler losing our minds over food people for the past month #colin provolone #thane delissandro katzon #colindeli #the ravening war #dimension 20 #d20

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sofya-fanfics · 2 years

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Secret Family Recipe

My Flufftober 2022 contribution for the prompt : Secret Family Recipe.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Soma added the spices to the sauce and poured it on the meat. He smiled. It was finally ready. He took the plates and he headed for the dining room, where Erina was waiting for him.

Disclaimer : Food Wars! belongs to Yūto Tsukuda, Shun Saeki and Yuki Morisaki.

@flufftober

AO3 / FF.NET

Soma added the spices to the sauce and poured it on the meat. He smiled. It was finally ready. He took the plates and he headed for the dining room, where Erina was waiting for him. He put the plates on the table and sat down in front of her. He was both anxious and impatient to know if she would like the dinner he had prepared. It was the first time he had cooked for her except when he he had competed in a Shokugeki.

They had been a couple for two months and Soma wanted to do something special for her. Preparing dinner was not an easy task because of her God's Tongue.

Erina took a bite and ate. Soma watched her, waiting for her reaction. He had the feeling that Erina was having fun making him wait. She put her fork on the plate and she smirked.

“Not bad.”

Soma could not help smiling. He knew her well and he knew she was teasing him. She had found his dish excellent, but she did not want to tell him. It does not matter, he thought. This time, he would not say anything. She took her fork again and tasted another piece. She frowned and thought.

“It's strange,” she said. “I can smell all the ingredients, but I feel like there is something more.”

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the taste.

“I can't find what it is.”

She opened her eyes and she saw Soma smiling playfully. It was rare that Erina's God's Tongue couldn't find the ingredients of a recipe.

“What did you add ?”

“It is the secret ingredient of a family recipe.”

Soma remembered that day when he had learned this recipe. He was only seven years old and like every day, he watched his father cook. This day was important for Joichiro. It was his wedding anniversary and he had organized a special evening for him and Tamako. As he cooked, he showed each step of the recipe to Soma, who was focused on what his father was doing.

“I added a secret ingredient to the recipe,” Joichiro said.

Soma looked at him, puzzled. He had seen nothing. What could his father have added ?

“The secret ingredient is love.”

Soma was disappointed. The little boy felt like his father was making fun of him.

“It's not an ingredient,” he said, sulkily.

Joichiro knelt down and ruffled his son’s hair.

“When you'll cook for the woman you'll love, you'll understand.”

Soma looked at Erina and smiled. When he had met her, he had understood what his father meant.

The end

#flufftober #flufftober2022 #day 13 #food wars #Shokugeki no Soma #Sorina #soueri #soma x erina #soma yukihira #erina nakiri #sorina fanfiction #fanfiction #My writing

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rexxdjarin · 7 months

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honestly I think so many of us creators on here got so invested in writing our own works that we have naturally sort of fallen into neglecting to support each others’ works.

I think we are all guilty of it to a degree and although I don’t think it should solely be on creators to keep the fandom/fanfic world alive…we do play a part in how absolutely awful engagement has been.

I really don’t like the whole I’ll only read theirs if they read mine thing but sometimes it feels like that’s what the fandom can be and it shouldn’t be that way.

if we want good work to keep circulating and being talked about and support equally we all have to play a part. definitely myself included.

#Just like food for thought idk #it’s been on my mind #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #Star Wars fanfic writers

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sinvulkt · 1 year

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Angstpril: Day 8 - Mind Games

@whumpril - day 8 - comfort food (although ’nausea’ and ’dehydratation’ work too in a twisted way xd)

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A familiar smell hung in the air. My mouth began to salivate, and I flew faster, eager to quench my thirst. I didn’t like wasting energy to move, but I had to if I wanted to catch my next meal. I reached out, letting the omnipresent energy guide me.

There wasn’t enough of it. Never enough. But the smell would guide me towards more, so the sacrifice was worth it.

All around, I could feel my brethren’s dim glow. They were weak, as hungry as I was, but devoid of the power to properly satisfy that hunger. I growled, pushing my intent outward, and they scattered faster than womp rats. I smirked, knowing they knew better than to intrude on the space I had just declared my territory.

My prey were mine.

✯ ✯ ✯ ꒰ঌ ⚔ ໒꒱ 𓆩⚔𓆪 ꒰ঌ ⚔ ໒꒱ ✯ ✯ ✯

The preys had run into a huge metallic structure. I frowned in distaste, wondering once again how beings could stand being in such devoid places. Could they not feel how life dampened, how energy twisted and died here, strangled by layers of heavy stone? I hesitated in the entrance, knowing the tight corridors wouldn’t allow for my full wingspan.

Perhaps I could wait for the prey to run out? Surely they couldn’t stand this place either.

I waited, and waited, and waited. The void in my chest widened, and I shifted. The sun was rising, and yet, the prey stayed huddled inside. I whined, made desperate by the thirst clenching my throat. My mane shuddered. Should I go in the Force-dampened place? Should I wait further?

The prey danced at the edge of my senses, promising a heavenly meal. A stray being had wandered too close and became my snack during the waiting, but the low amount of food it possessed made it dull, tasteless. I let its corpse fall on the ground, corrupted. Already, the parts I hadn’t eaten were spasming, rendered alive by the virus coursing through our veins. At least it would be of some use once it joined the hive. Not that I intended to let it steal my prey. Something was special with them.

I stretched my wings, impatience making me fidget. I had waited long enough. Closing my eyes, I let the living energy show me the location of my future meal. A short mental impulse sent the newborn undead on their trail. Now, I just had to fly to the nearest opening of the distasteful building, and wait for the undead to corner them.

My tail lashed in anticipation. There was nothing ever truly worth the thrill of the chase, and the difficulty to catch these particular preys increased it tenfold.

As expected, the building was a dull and lifeless maze. The low amount of living energy inside it was disconcerting, and it was almost as if I didn't expect to find one of my brethren laying on the ground, unable to move after its reserve was depleted beyond regeneration. No corpse met my path however, alive or undead.

Soon enough, a palpating heartbeat and rushed steps ran towards my direction. I hid behind the corner, mouth salivating in anticipation. They-who-joined-the-stars always tasted great.

I had been one of them, once.

At the last minute, I jumped. My prey froze, paralysed by fear. I charged, but one of them reacted fast, shooting blasts into my body. It barely slowed me down, but gave them enough time to turn back and disappear into the building maze.

My tail lashed in annoyance at the prey's escape. But at the same time, a quiet thrill that had nothing to do with my hunger rose in my chest.

Why?

I jumped out of the window, letting the thought disappear in the mayhem of energy that pulsed throughout the planet. My wings spread, and so did my mind, eagerly drinking the weak energy like a dying being in the desert. I wavered mid flight. The regeneration cost me, and except some bits of the lowlife brother now wandering the dull building halls. I would eat them, and become stronger.

My flight soon stabilised. I let my sense show me the delicious-hungry-need-to-eat signatures, and followed it through the air. Every time their path coincided with a window, I threw them a hungry smile.

It never failed to make them speed up. They ran, faster than spooked rabbits, tripping, rushing towards their doom, and I soared, a victorious vulture. It was good. The race tired them out faster.

(It reminded me of games we used to play.)

An opening appeared, and I dove. Blaster fire barely missed my wings and I retreated to a safer distance. A growl escaped my throat. I didn’t usually mind the wounds so much, but these prey were hard enough to catch that I'd need all my energy.

I continued the game of hide and seek, hunger half forgotten amid the adrenaline pumping my veins.

Next time an opportunity appeared, I was faster. I burst into the middle of the group, and its three members scattered in every directions. I didn’t stop long before choosing a direction. I chased the cat-like one.

(It felt familiar, soothing.)

Soon enough, the cat-like prey was trapped in a dead end. A nasty feeling curled in my chest at seeing the Togorian cowering, his ears flattened and his pupils blown by terror, but it was faint compared to my thirst for They-who-joined-the-stars' first rate energy.

(His name was Pat.)

I slowly walked towards it, noticing with interest how it remained frozen. Mumbles and pleas escaped its throat, but sentient sounds had lost all meaning to me long ago.

It flinched as I took hold of its paw, but its struggles were far too weak to escape my grip.

Staring it dead in its too-wide eyes, I prepared to take a bite of the delicious-smelling flesh.

"No!"

A blast almost missed my teeth.

I turned to snarl at the opponent. The blaster one was back, the Togruta soon behind. My wings flared and I jumped on them so their threat would finally be gone. Only a wave of nausea assaulted me mid-air, sending me crashing into the wall.

My linked with my brethren felt dimmer, almost broken. Most concerning, my hunger was weaker than it had ever been, despite the low state of energy I had reached these last few days. A sun was glaring at me in the Force, and I felt like a night flower withering under its touch.

By the time the nausea dimmed enough for me to look back up, the Togorian was gone, hidden behind the blaster threat. Standing back up felt harder than ever, and I noticed with horror the holes blast had pierced in my skin were still there. I was reaching the end of my energy.

I stared at my prey. They had frozen in their fighting stances. Their confusion pierced my mind, and a fuzzy remnant of my past when I was a They-who-joined-the-stars yearned to give them an answer. I wasn’t one anymore, and thus, didn’t deliver one.

I simply turned away.

The chase was postponed.

The first window allowed me to escape through the air. My limbs felt heavier, fuzzier. Soon, I would become as mindless as most of my brethren, and moving would become near-impossible.

My hunger rose back up, a snarling beast breaking through the bars of its cage. Why was I leaving? I wanted to eat them. No. I needed to eat them.

From the ever-present energy, I could sense that my preys had relaxed. In the wake of my leaving, they had stupidly lowered their guard.

They shouldn’t have.

Following my instinct, I rushed back into the ruined building. There, a vent greeted me. I knew without doubt that they'd led me towards the beings able to quench the thirst twisting my insides.

(It felt familiar, somehow)

The exit led me right where I wanted. I jumped on the Togorian, careful to fold my contaminated hooks, so its meat wouldn’t accidentally be spoiled by an undead transformation.

I smirked at the once-again frozen cat.

And took a dizzying blow to the head.

"Get off him!" The blaster-threat cried.

My feathers ruffled; I was annoyed at being interrupted twice today. I snarled.

A warning shot echoed, but I didn’t bother to move. I was close enough to their partner none of the preys would risk a serious shot, the energy whispered to me.

"Let me try."

The Togruta came closer, and suddenly every fiber of my body hackled. Danger!

Like last time, something weird happened to the energy sustaining me- it twisted and vanished, leaving me to be burnt by unforgivable sunrays. For an instant, links feeling like the network I shared with my brethren snapped back into place. Nausea was overwhelming, melting my world into a dizzying hurricane. My knees buckled, and I crumpled to the ground.

The black liquid running through my veins rose against the sunburns. It drenched me in saving cold. I tensed my muscles, gathering the last of my energy to push back the invader. A blaster shot hit my leg, almost making me collapse right back to the floor. I growled.

"It doesn’t work. It’s too late."

I crawled towards the blaster threat in answer. Hunger overcame my hindbrain and all I could think of was a debilitating thought of food, food, food, so close nearby.

Another wave of nausea hit me, but I was too weak to even notice, barely flinching under its assault. Once again, it tried to fight off the energy sustaining me, in vain. All it did was bring me closer to stasis.

"Aheka. We have to go."

By the time the nausea had passed, the planet's natural energy finally feeding me enough to move, the preys were gone.

I leaned against the wall to stand. My legs felt ready to give out at any moment, but I forced them to lock. I'd have to find easy prey fast, if I didn’t want to end up like the newborn brethren I made, forever immobile, too weak to stand up from the lifeless floor.

There was still a hum in the air, an attractive taste, where the group had stood earlier. My nostril twitched as I inhaled the familiar scent. It was alright that they were gone. Long chases were enjoyable as well.

#angstpril2023 #starwars #fanfiction #day8 #mind games #whumpril2023 #whumprilday8 #comfort food #nausea #dehydratation #it kind of cover all of them xd #the amazing adventures of excentrics jedi #taaoej #star wars #sinvulkt fics

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