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mandos-mind-trick · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 12 - Somnophilia

Summary: You promised every part of yourself to him, whenever he wants it.

Pairing: Maul x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, somnophilia, unprotected sex, oral, biting inappropriate use of the Force, implied discussion of consent beforehand, AU where Maul has his lower half because Nightsister magic, takes place some indistinguishable time after Order 66, no aftercare but it's Maul what do you expect

A/N: And I'm interrupting our regularly scheduled clone content to bring you some of my OG fav today. I'm rather proud of this one, if I do say so myself. I keep telling myself I'm going to write for Maul more often.

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He’s near silent as he slips into your room. You’re fast asleep, tucked under the expensive silk sheets, completely ignorant to his presence. It’s rather cute, he thinks, how unaware you are. How soundly you slumber despite him slipping through your room like a wraith.

You don’t even stir when he climbs onto the bed, settling himself next to you. You’re on your side facing him, the sheet pooled around your waist. You’re bare beneath it, almost as if you had been expecting him. Always ready, always so willing to give yourself to him when he wants it.

His eyes trail your body, the curves and dips illuminated by the dim light coming through the window. He reaches out, his hand ghosting down your side. You stir, but stay asleep, even as his hand slips under the blanket, smoothing over the curve of your hip. He slides the blanket down, revealing the rest of your body to him.

He eases you onto your back and you let out a quiet sigh before settling, his hands dragging up your legs. He parts your thighs, staring down at your pussy as it’s revealed to him. His hands slide up your warm thighs, pushing them apart as he lowers himself between your legs. He keeps his hands on your legs as he bends down, inhaling the scent of you. It’s one of his favorites, not that he would ever admit it.

His tongue darts out, dragging through your folds. You let out a quiet sound in your sleep, your legs pressing against his hands for a moment. He keeps them parted so you don’t cut yourself on his horns, his tongue trailing from your hole to your clit, the muskiness of your scent getting stronger. He circles your clit with his tongue, keeping his eyes glued to your face.

You let out another quiet sound, shifting again. You’re still asleep, he can feel the hold your subconscious has on you. He can only imagine what your dreams have turned to. He knows you dream of him, he knows you wake up in the morning soaked and needy from your lascivious dreams. He listens sometimes as you touch yourself, lets your lust and pleasure wash over him in the Force as you cum with his name on your tongue. You’re entirely unaware of it all, not that you would offer much complaint.

You did promise yourself to him.

Every part of yourself.

He wraps his lips around your clit, suckling at it. You’re wet now, your slick folds pressing against his chin as he works your clit with his mouth. Your breathing has picked up, quiet sounds leaving your lips, yet still you slumber on. He pulls himself from your clit as you shift, resettling on the bed. He kneels above you, freeing himself from his pants. He’s hard, the scent and taste of you mixed with the thought of your sweet pussy clenching around him sending lust spiraling through his mind.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he presses inside you, the ridges of his cock catching on your tight walls as he works you open. Your body takes him, even with such little preparation, practically welcoming him inside. He lets out a breathy groan as he seats himself inside you, hips pressed flush against yours. He leans on his elbows above you, eyes watching your peaceful face.

He begins to rock his hips against yours, thrusting in and out of you. Your lips part in a quiet moan, brow furrowing in your sleep. It’s almost sweet the way your body responds to him so eagerly, so readily. Your back arches as he drags his cock along your walls, the grip of sleep beginning to loosen on your mind.

He continues to thrust into you as he watches you wake, eyes fluttering open. You stare up at him, a flash of fear passing your face as awareness takes its time coming back to you. Your back arches involuntarily, lips parting in a moan as he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you.

Your hands rise to cling to his back, nails digging into his skin. Your eyes roll back, hips lifting to meet his thrusts. You're close already, he can tell by the way you clench tightly around him.

"Kriff, Maul!" You whine. "'M gonna cum!"

He watches your face and the way it twists with pleasure as he focuses on your clit, a ghostly pressure brushing over it. He teases you with the Force as he continues to thrust into you, your spasming walls bringing him closer to his own release.

"Cum for me." He growls, lowering his head to sink his teeth into your shoulder.

You let out a delicious sounding yelp as his teeth sink into your skin, your pussy spasming around him as you’re thrown into an orgasm. Your body writhes under his, hips jerking as you cum around his cock. He sinks into you with a grown, your body milking his own orgasm hitting him. He spills into you, cock twitching as he coats your walls with his cum.

You whimper under him, nails leaving marks on his back as you cling to him desperately. He eases the Force away from your clit, your legs shaking around his hips. He pulls free of your pussy with a shift of his hips, feeling satiated and warm after his orgasm.

He presses a shockingly delicate kiss to the sore spot where his teeth sank into your skin before he rises, tucking himself into his pants. He leaves you there without a word, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm while his cum leaks out of your pussy.

Taglist:

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#star wars #star wars fic #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #x reader #kinktober 2023

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bcolfanfic · 14 days

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young vets au - robert no rizz rosie rosenthal headcanons (a collaboration with @swifty-fox)

stays active duty in the air force for a smidge longer than the other guys and almost goes down the JAG path but realizing he likes his law interest separate from the military is what kinda pushes him towards wanting to just go back to practicing law "normally".

moves to upstate new york, settles back in and makes a nice lil quiet life for himself. outside of work he likes watching birds and is a lil (a lot) nerdy- bless him. he's a good man savannah!!! a good man!!

the guys are always texting him pics of birds like hey. what is this.

adopts as a single dad which he will say over and over and over was the single best decision he ever made in his time on earth.

that little girl is his whole world plus some and he just adores her. since it's just the two of them they're super close. for not being his biologically, she's just about his clone.

his bird watching buddy, his best friend <3

but he does kinda wish it wasn't *just* the two of them sometimes. feels like he's gonna be the last one standing of the guys finding someone and settling down. (outside of demarco. he'll bring a new girl to every reunion until the end of time. it is what it is)

the guys try to set him up with women they know, friends, friends of friends, cousins etc

it doesn't go well, well.

he's attractive and a sweet man- it's just that he opens his mouth and...

"we should start telling these girls he's mute so he has a better shot at at least getting his dick wet" - demarco, to the "The Bachelor Rosenthal Edition" group chat one night

he's a good sport about things but it does get to him when he thinks about it for too long

is on the phone with curt one night and gets a little choked up talking about how he doesn't understand why he can't click with anyone like that, that he feels broken and like there's something wrong with him.

in his comforting him- curt's third eye flies open. takes him a hot minute to figure out how he's supposed to bring this up without freaking him out, but he gets there.

"'m gonna say something and you aren't gonna freak out on me, alright? have y'- have you considered that maybe it's not you, it's that they're y'know, women?"

no, rosie hadn't considered that.

after a longer come to jesus talk he agrees to let curt set him up with one of his buddies with the promise that curt will fill him in on everything first.

thinks curt is onto something with that earlier question, but he's a sweetheart and doesn't want to hurt this guy if they are wrong here.

and it ends up going, unlike every other date he's been on, good.

curt's friend is a little nerdy too. thinks rosie is just darling and is happy to listen to him yap about his job, bird watching and the air force and his daughter.

the group chat is popping bottles when it hits 11pm and none of them have heard from him about how it went yet.

few things in curt's life have made him feel more like a mastermind than when rosie eventually does touch base with him the next day.

"so y' got laid??"

"well uh- no, i uh, y'know, shotoffalittleearly."

curt loves him and doesn't wanna laugh at him but can't help it bc he just finds this whole thing so endearing LOL. tells him he's glad he had fun, he has time to work on well-

rosie doesn't let him finish that sentence.

which is ironic when he does end up texting curt (and bucky) with some uh questions about things that he didn't really want to google.

things with curt's buddy work out long term. rosie loves him, the guy loves rosie and more importantly, he adores his daughter. funny how life works out.

***they work out but their first fight rosie thinks its the end of everything even though it was over something super menial. texts curt to be like thanks for the set up/sorry i ruined it and curt is like buddy. he's been texting me asking if i can get you to talk to him. take a deep breath please.

#young vets au #masters of the air #rosie rosenthal #robert rosenthal

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tealcicada · 7 months

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For the Decepticon Sari AU, I imagine if the other Decepticons got to babysit a baby Sari, Starscream would have the worst time.

Lugnut? Sari loves him. It took Megaton to let Lugnut share Sari-sitting with the others (Lugnut thought that they were “UNWORTHY OF TAKING CARE OF MEGATRON’S SPAWN!”)

The Seekers? They felt like Sari wouldn’t like them (clones of Starscream, member), but she loves them, which makes them happy. (Skywarp is the responsible one, Thundercracker the fun one, Sunstorm the serious but caring one, Ramjet the weird one, and Slipstream the irresponsible one).

Shockwave? Overprotective Babysitter. When Megatron came to get Sari, he found Shockwave cradling Spiked Energon, while Sari was in the box. (Megatron didn’t question it. Probably because he had no questions).

Blackarachina? Well she felt… scared of taking care of a baby (Elita-One’s caring nature showing), but when Sari touched, Instant kinship. It took several hours to remove Sari from Blackarachina’s care, all the while Blackarachina screamed “KINSHIP” over and over.

Waspinator? (He exploded, but Sari got upset if they left him). He kept stating that Sari’s a “Queen!” She liked it.

Soundwave (Created through the Cyber Key)? Sibling, in a “I may find her annoying, but I will kill you if you hurt her” type way.

Swindle and Lockdown (Both tried to steal Sari for money, both got their afts handed to them by Megatron, then forced to join)? Very good with her, probably because Megatron is looming over them while they do it.

Constructicons? Uncles. (Dirt Boss First, Scrapper Second, Mixmaster Third).

Blitzwing? Funny/Weird/Cool Cousin. (Weird tried to eat her once, so he’s on thin ice. So is Hot-head, as he tried to teach her to fly by throwing her into space).

But Starscream? She’s an absolute gremlin. She purposely screws with him, get him into trouble, and frames him for things she did. And every time, when Starscream’s getting scolded, she gives him a knowing, Shit-Eating Grin, which infuriates him, and Starscream always gets in trouble, because no one suspects Sari. (She’s well behaved).

I love every single one of these thoughts!! 1000% especially for lugnut, he adores Sari and sees it as a great privilege to babysit her and help teacher her the Deception way. Strika and Lugnut are like top tier aunt and uncle to her, especially Strika’s no nonsense training turns her into a warrior and tactician that the Autobots fear even though for her safety Megatron never allows her onto the field of battle so there’s very little known about her.

Will say tho, while they may have thought about it since Autobot command would have a ridiculous bounty out for the capture of the elusive heir to the decepticons, they would never try to collect on that bounty since Megatron and all the decepticons would torture the to them to the point that death would be a blessing for such a transgression.

I am always excited to talk head cannons Decepticon!Sari au, pls feed me your thoughts

#decepticon sari #decepticon!sari #macaddam #lugnut #sari sumdac #tfa #transformers animated #ask prompt #sketch #the decepticons are a delight at parent teacher conferences

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imagination-mess · 3 months

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The Explosive Demon (Demon!Katsuki) (3/3)

This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.

Word Count: 300+ (2/3)

A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can post. I was forced to put it into three different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3.

Part One

Part Two (Timeskip continuation of this post)

Demon Katsuki Bakugou:

Later on, when the new program was rolled out specifically for witches' familiars, it took a lot of convincing for Bakugou to even enroll. He didn’t need to take the exam. He got a recommendation after seeing his potential at the Witch Hunt competition.

You were beyond grateful that he was able to make friends through the program. You were already worried about him because he hasn’t made any friends since you were at the academy.

You were taken aback to see him cooking for his friends. They would pay for the supplies since Katsuki refused to take money.

They would often hang out at your apartment because it was the biggest place to hang out. You trusted his friends, despite all of them being demons. You trusted his judgment and knew how much he respected your shared living and personal space.

You also know Katsuki will take it personally if something happens to you because of them. You are 100% sure he will murder them on the spot.

Since he has friends now, you give him more than enough money to spend whatever he wants to spend it on while hanging out with his friends.

Would bring back trinkets that he thought you would like or that looked like you.

He keeps his offering from the summoning ceremony in a safe spot back at the apartment, inside a box in his room. The box is filled with Polaroid pictures and photo booth strips. There are also his birthday and Christmas cards, along with your handwritten notes thanking and showing appreciation for him.

He looks through the box whenever he feels like he is upset with himself or whenever he feels like a failure.

There are some rare jewels that you brought for him, which he treasures the most once you learn the style that he likes. He wears them with pride.

His summoning offering was a dragon tooth, which he keeps in the box. But he wears a clone of the dragon tooth around his neck. He feels anxious to carry the real one around his neck in fear of it getting destroyed.

The dragon tooth is sentimental to him.

You won’t see him panicking over the clone, but he will lose his goddamn mind over the real one. Specifically, someone has been touching it without his permission.

Preciously: Demon! Izuku Midoriya

A/N: I could do a dating version if anyone would be interested in it. Any questions or ideas, please feel free to send them to my ask box. This Au is consuming my mind.

This idea may evolve into a series in the future. I don't know what to do for now. I have many ideas. I am doing headcanons about it.

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vampyan · 2 months

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blog & request rules ;

minors and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be ignored & deleted on sight cus idc.

this is a sideblog and i’ll mostly be posting fic here, so it won’t be nearly as active as my main -> @vampcubus

characters i write for ;

-> kimetsu no yaiba

kyojuro rengoku ; obanai iguro ; tengen uzui & wives ; shinobu kocho ; sanemi shinazugawa ; shinjuro rengoku ; zenitsu agatsuma ; inosuke hashibira ; tanjiro kamado ; genya shinazugawa ; muzan kibutsuji ; akaza ; gyutaro ; gyokko ; hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ;

-> telltale batman

john doe/joker ; edward nygma/riddler ; harvey dent/two-face ; harley quinn ;

-> helluva boss

blitzø ; fizzarolli ; asmodeus ; mammon ;

-> the arcana

lucio ; muriel ; asra ; vulgora ;

-> dragon ball

goku ; vegeta ; gohan ; broly ; frieza ; frost ; beerus ; android 17 ; android 18 ; zamasu ; goku black ; jiren ;

-> miscellaneous fandom yanderes

mizu (blue eye samurai) ; sidon (loz botw & totk) ; john doe (visual novel) ; victor van dort (corpse bride) ;

-> original yandere characters

coming soon!

request rules ;

👩🏻‍🔬: requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

will write ;

fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

dom!reader x sub!yandere!character. (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will do fem or gender-neutral reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader)

non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (ex: uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, fizzmodeus x reader)

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: cryptid!kyojuro, werewolf!sanemi, eldritch horror!yandere)

kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

won’t write ;

sub!reader x dom!character

male or amab!readers.

kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

#🦠.navigation #.request rules #.blog rules #.byf #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub!yandere

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wolveria · 19 days

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👀👀👀 can I ask about the wing AU??

Yesss!! The Wing AU! Which is really just a long document with the various clones and Jedi/Sith what their wings would look like.

I'm going to post it as it is because the bullet point works, and this is the "baseline" part of the winged universe. I might have several stories stem from it, because... I just really love wings and I feel like I could go in several directions. So here it is!

There are only two beings in the galaxy with wings: those who are Force-sensitive, and the clones engineered by the Kaminoans

The wings of a child will be drab until they molt in maturity, bringing in their true colors

Touching another person’s wings without permission is disrespectful and invasive, while trusting someone enough to allow them to preen their wings is a sign of trust and closeness

The clones were engineered with wings to keep up with the Jedi during the war, though this has brought its own controversy with senators questioning if engineering wings is a step too far in cloning technology, as wings are supposed to be sacred (but the Chancellor claims this is a sign they are on the side of righteousness, though in reality he wants the clone troopers to have wings to keep up with the Jedi when he orders their execution)

Yoda has grey wings, Dooku has elegant black wings, and Darth Sidious has no wings at all (he removed them at an early age to hide his affinity for the Force, and he almost abhors the idea of them), Maul’s wings are black with red tips, and Ventress has wings of white with black tips

Anakin has beautiful golden-brown wings, Obi-Wan has soft sandstone-colored wings, and Ahsoka has white wings with blue stripes

Cad Bane has wings of blue variation, light blue at the base and darker at the tips, though they are so ragged from being unpreened and kept in bindings against his back that they can only glide, not fly, until they are restored with care and practice (which is unlikely since he always keeps them hidden and no one knows he even has them)

Clones Wings:

Hunter has dark grey wings, the same color as his eyes, and the feathers are broader and longer than a typical clones’ (his brothers used to joke that his missing height went into his wingspan)

Crosshair has silvery white wings that match his hair, and they’re especially soft around the shoulders of the wings, almost downy, but if anyone tries to touch them, they’ll get pummeled for it. Not with his hands—Crosshair has learned how to “punch” with his wings with uncanny accuracy, and other troopers learned long ago to steer clear of them

Wrecker has reddish-brown wings that have golden highlights in the sun, though he had to have cybernetic feathers and muscles implanted into his left wing after the explosion that took his eye

Tech’s wings are golden-brown, and they are prone to being unkempt much like his living space, the clone too distracted with his work to care for them, and if it wasn’t for his brothers they would be nearly unusable (which would be a shame, because he flies like a mynock on fire)

Echo used to have grey speckled wings that complimented Fives’ grey and white wings, but once he was captured, the Separatists cut them off. After he was rescued, Rex and Cody made sure there were funds to build him advanced mechanical wings so he could fly again

Omega has golden-white wings, and the Batch had to teach her how to fly because the Kaminoans didn’t show her and probably never would have

Crosshair would be the one to preen Hunter’s wings after a battle, and Hunter would preen his (Crosshair would let Wrecker preen his wings but no matter how hard he tries, Crosshair’s too sensitive, and Hunter is the only one with a light enough touch to do it)

Tech doesn’t really care who preens his wings out of the Batch, just as long as they don’t screw up and pull out any feathers, and he’s more than happy to let Wrecker do it since the big clone loves preening his brother’s feathers

If a flyer goes through a traumatic event, their feathers will molt and grow back a different color: this is what happens to the clones after Order 66, they lose their individuality/feathers, and grow all white wings to match their bleached armor (Crosshair loses his silvery feathers and they grow back in a much darker shade, showing he’s not completely under their control and is suffering for it)

There are only a few Imperial clones that don’t grow plain white feathers, but instead, they grow in pure black. The ones with black wings are selected to be Death Troopers

Crosshair’s new wings are not technically black, they’re more of a dark grey, and coincidentally, the same shade as Hunter’s wings

For clones who start to fight their chips, or their chips start to fail, they gradually shed their feathers and start growing them back with color. Such as Howzer, who started to grow back his teal-tipped feathers, and he had to bleach his wings so his superiors wouldn’t find out

The new TK troopers are given mechanical wings, but they are far inferior to the natural wings that clones are engineered with, but mechanical wings are cheaper than biological ones, and the clone troopers that remain are taken to Tantiss for experimentation

#star wars #the bad batch #wings au #clones with wings #star wars wings au #i want to write things in this universe but i need ideas!!#please let me know if you have any #me swooping in with my force-sensitive cad bane agenda #but also him binding them and not taking care of them would be such a bane move

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nerdpoe · 11 months

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TWINcognito mode Part 3(Tim and Danny Pretend to be Twins AU) (But are they still pretending at this point lmfao)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, AO3

“Ah, I should let you know in case it comes back to bite me in the ass; the clone couldn’t grow a soul, so Ra’s made a deal with a demon and essentially kidnapped me from the afterlife to put in this body.”

Tim paused, cereal halfway to his mouth, and stared.

“Oh. Is…is there a chance of you leaving or being kicked out of your body or something?” His voice only shook a little, betraying how that was a possibility he did not want to consider.

Danny shook his head, shoveling the same cereal brand in his mouth.

“Nah, the body is bonded with my soul at this point; it is actually my body now,” Danny explained, using his spoon as a pointer, “But I had a few titles in the afterlife, so someone may try to summon me. If I randomly disappear in an eery, unexplainable fog, that’s why. I’ll find my way back though.”

Tim’s hand finished its journey and he took his time chewing the cereal.

“So we need a tracker, is what I’m hearing.”

“Probably, yeah.”

~~~~~~

John Constantine was in Gotham.

Bruce hated that sentence in its entirety.

Unfortunately, he needed Constantine’s input on his most recent…villain. He loathed to call Condiment Man a villain, but the idiot had managed to accidentally curse himself, and now everything his condiments touched was aging at a rapid rate.

It was a fairly standard meeting, all told, when Tim-no; Tim knew to be in the BatCave in uniform when they had company, and Bruce was almost 95% certain that Danny had never once joined him on patrol-Danny walked down the stairs.

John turned to look and Bruce, without thinking, lunged forward and slapped a hand over his eyes.

“Masks!” Bruce hissed, nodding towards where they kept the spares. Danny ignored him though, stopping at the bottom of the stair to gawk at Constantine.

“What the fresh hell am I looking at?” Danny asked, horror and disgust on his face as he leaned away.

“Wow. Nice to meet you too, mate.”

“Don’t talk to me.”

“Don’t insult my lovely little face.”

“Seriously, you’re disgusting. How do you live like this?”

“D-Janus!” Bruce cut in, catching Danny’s attention. Janus was a good middle ground; Danny would absolutely respond to it, and as the name of a god it was strange enough to be a codename. “Is this important?”

Danny slowly held out the phone in his hand, eyes never leaving Constantine.

“Red Robin said you weren’t answering your phone, he needs an answer now or he’s storming the human trafficking gang without backup.”

Bruce would have loved to massage the growing migraine away, but his hands were occupied forcing Constantine to stay in place and covering his eyes.

“Okay, I’ll look over his messages. Tell him not to move forward without confirmation. If you’re not going to cover your face, you have to leave. We have company, you know the rules.”

Danny wrinkled his nose and turned around.

“As long as I don’t have to be in the same room as the person who thought it was a good idea to essentially scalp himself and bleed all over the place.”

“Oh love, I’m sure that no matter how ugly I look I’m bloody roses compared to you.”

“I said don’t talk to me!” Danny shouted, disappearing from view as he left.

“You have lovely children, Batman.” Constantine drawled.

Bruce walked away from the magic-user to address the messages that Tim had apparently been sending him, quickly arranging for Red Hood to assist at the last second.

“My apologies; one of my children is…not into vigilante-ism. He can forget the rules.” Bruce bit out, switching back to the Condiment Man case.

Constantine hummed, still looking up the stairs.

“So, how’d your kid get the ability to see souls?”

“Classified.”

Bruce had no idea. He wasn’t about to let Constantine know that, though.

~~~~~~

Alfred was not a fool.

Something was up, and it had to do with Master Tim.

It had been a month, and he was running out of patience waiting for Tim to tell him what was wrong. It had gotten to coffee cake levels of desperation; as in Alfred was baking a coffee cake to bribe Master Tim into telling someone, anyone if he wasn’t comfortable with Alfred, what was going on.

“Hey Alfred. Oh, cake!” Master Tim said behind him, reaching out to snag some of the batter.

Alfred deftly turned the spare wooden spoon on him for his efforts.

“Master T-!”

“Hey Danny, what’s-oh, cake!” Master Tim’s voice said from his left.

Alfred paused.

Alfred took a deep breath.

Alfred looked behind him, and then to his left.

They were nearly identical. Their hair was styled a bit different, one was wilder than the other, and Master…Danny slouched a bit more, but ultimately if one did not know that there were two of them, they could switch and no one would be the wiser.

…No one had been the wiser.

Alfred thought back to the research he’d seen Master Bruce had been doing so desperately in the BatCave. He’d always hid the files before Alfred could read them, but he had caught the vigilante muttering about Time Streams and irreversible changes.

Alfred was almost completely certain that prior to Master Bruce coming back, Master Tim had never had a twin.

From said twins point of view, things would be per usual. It would be rather rude to admit that he didn’t remember the lad at all. But what could he do? He genuinely did not.

He would have to have a little talk with Master Bruce regarding updating him when there were such additions to the family.

“...Unfortunately, Master Danny, I made this cake with Master Tim in mind. I was unaware of your own preferences; If you have any, however, I would be glad to hear them.”

Master Danny smiled brightly, and-yes; there was another difference between the two of them. Master Danny was a bit freer with his emotions than Master Tim. It would be best to catalog them now, to prevent something like mistaking one for the other.

“I’m actually a big fudge fan,” the family’s newest member admitted, trying to sneak another taste of cake batter.

Alfred took the wooden spoon to the offending hand again.

New or not, he was no exception to the rules.

It was better to rip the bandaid off, so to speak, rather than say or do something offensive that he did not remember from Master Danny’s past.

“Now, I understand that you are Master Tim’s twin? I fear I cannot recall you, my sincerest apologies. Might I ask that you inform me of any food allergies and general likes and dislikes?”

“Oh, you wouldn’t. Remember me, that is. I’m a clone, but we decided to be twins.”

Alfred paused in his stirring.

Then he smiled; he knew where this was going. He’d known Master Tim long enough to know of the lad’s wicked streak.

“I take it this is a secret, then?”

“Told you he was the best,” Master Tim intoned, licking espresso powder off of his finger. The little devil had used his newfound twin as a distraction!

Master Danny laughed, causing Alfred to look over just in time to see him licking a piece of batter off of his finger.

The scallywags.

~~~~~~

The kid in front of him was oblivious to anyone watching him. He had opted for sitting on a bench at the local park, facing the seriously polluted pond. He had a capri sun juice pack in one hand and his phone in the other, and the holds for the leashes attached to the Hyenas lounging on him were wrapped around his ankle.

Oh yeah.

This wasn’t Timberly.

This was all Dann..er…ino?

Huh.

He’d have to work on that.

Well, that was why he wasn’t in uniform or wearing a mask; he was here to explain why he hadn’t been shitting on the Imposter as much as he had been the Replacement.

“Hey,” Jason said, dropping down from the tree and standing directly behind the Imposter’s Imposter.

“Fuck!” Said the Imposter, dropping both his capri sun and phone.

“I just need to clear some things,” Jason drawled, walking around to Danny’s front and then standing there awkwardly.

He’d thought about what he was going to say, he swore he had, but it was just…shitty. How the fuck did he explain that he’d forgotten a person’s entire existence?

Danny just stared at him, ignoring the hyenas licking his face.

“Tim’s fucking annoying,” damn, he was starting off strong with this, apparently. Danny looked largely unimpressed. “No, I mean. He’s a know it all, thinks that refusing self-care is cool, and is just so painfully awkward it makes me want to carve out my eyeballs. So. That’s why I give him shit.”

“And you also slit his throat,” Danny added helpfully.

Jason scowled.

“What, like I’m the only one who’s slit a family member's throat? He isn’t special.”

Danny opened and closed his mouth, before finally just turning his face into the fur of one of the hyenas and letting out a muffled scream.

“Anyways-”

“No, go back. Who else got their throat slit?”

Jason sighed and tugged down his shirt collar, revealing his own scar.

“The Old Man gave it to me, happy?”

Danny did not look happy. Danny looked the opposite of happy.

Danny’s eyes had started glowing a lazarus green.

“Was this deliberate?”

Well shit. There was a difference right there; Tim could sound for all the world like he was being threatening, but Danny could accomplish sounding outright terrifying.

“No; he was aiming to clip me and I managed to get shoved into it.”

The lazarus green faded, leaving a yet again unimpressed teenager.

“Oh, so it’s not similar at all. You were just an idiot.”

Oh look, more lazarus green, but this time from Jason!

“Okay, so we have our issues. The point; is I don’t remember my issues with you.”

“Wait, what?”

The green receded and Jason shoved his hands into his pockets, looking anywhere but Danny.

“I…don’t remember you. At all. I don’t know if I treated you with the same level of contempt, or if we were on good terms. I don’t know. So. We’re gonna have to start fresh, and I’m gonna have to learn who you are now as opposed to who your records say you were.” Every word felt like it was being pulled through his teeth.

He didn’t want to see the kid’s face. He didn’t want to know what someone looked like when they were told that their family didn’t fucking know who they were.

“Hold that thought, I have to tell them you were the first. Tim thought you wouldn’t be, but I told him that assholes are just the right amount of brutally honest the world needs.”

What?

“What the fuck did you just say?”

Danny finished typing on the phone and looked back at Jason.

“Naturally, you wouldn’t remember me. I’m a clone, I didn’t exist until like three months ago, and Tim and I decided to proceed as twins. We were just messing with everyone and we were about to call it, but Barbara’s price for helping us with the paper trail was forcing the Bat’s to admit they don’t know something.” Danny shrugged, with a ‘what can ya do’ air about him.

Jason felt his mouth opening and closing.

“Oh.”

Danny nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, oh. I still fully intend to cause you grief.”

Fucker.

“No plans to enact vengeance on Timberly’s behalf for said throat slitting thing?”

Danny shook his head, leaning back.

“That’s Tim’s revenge, and he’ll get to that, trust me. That’s already in motion. I’m just here to fuck with you.”

He was going to fit right in; he was just as insufferable as Tim.

“Fine. I guess we’ll get to know each other through me beating the shit out of you, just like I kicked the crap out of your twin.”

The little shit snickered at him. Snickered!

“Good luck. Hey, Dick! Jason broke my phone!”

Jason spun around, arms up in preparation to protect his face from another punch.

There was no one there.

When he turned around, there was no one on the bench either. When he looked around, he saw Danny wave at him as he walked through the fence and took the hyenas with him.

Jason swore.

Density shifting. Of course.

“So that’s how you fucking moved me around the forest.”

Yeah, Jason wasn't saying shit to the Old Man.

He would just sit back and enjoy the show.

~~~~~~

Dick wasn’t sure how to make up for forgetting a person's entire existence. Was it forgetting if that person had previously not existed?

From Danny’s perspective it would be forgetting, so Dick would go with that.

He had come prepared; since he didn’t know what Danny liked, he had bought three pizzas with various weird toppings and one with just pepperoni, had grocery bags full of snack foods, had another grocery bag with various energy drinks, and was full of excitement at getting to know the kid.

But when he arrived at the door to the penthouse, it was already open. In fact, it was held in place by what appeared to be Tim’s briefcase from where it was haphazardly thrown. The smoke alarms were going off inside, and Dick rushed in to see what was going on.

One of the twins was in a large, oversized NASA hoodie and was standing on top of the counter, desperately swinging a towel at the angry, screaming smoke detector. The other one was in an Armani business suit and shoving a flaming pan into the sink in an attempt to drown it in water. The stove bore a few scorch marks, but was otherwise fine.

“How do you not know how to cook fish?!”

“I’ve never done it before and then I don’t know, it started smoking and I freaked out!”

“So you turned up the heat?!”

“I turned the dial the wrong way is what I did, it was an accident!”

“...I can’t leave you unsupervised in the kitchen. I can’t leave you-shit I have a date with Bernard in like an hour…listen, if I tell you to just order takeout, whatever you want and however much you want using my card, will you stay out of the kitchen?”

Danny, because that was who hoodie-twin had to be, stuttered in indignation, and Dick decided to make his presence known.

He cleared his throat and stepped forward, holding up his many treats.

The boys stared at him like he was an alien.

“I may have a solution to this,” Dick started, walking forward to rest his burdens at Danny’s feet on the counter, “It’s called ‘I haven’t hung out with Danny in a really long time, and maybe we should do that’.”

Tim sighed, leaning against the counter.

“Can you keep him out of the kitchen?”

“I am not that bad.”

“This is the fourth time this week you set off the fire alarms, and I’m ready to pay Jason cold hard cash to force you to learn how to fend for yourself.”

Dick frowned, glancing between the two of them.

“Can’t you teach him? From what I remember you’re actually a pretty phenomenal cook.”

Danny jumped off the counter, lightly floating to the ground as he shrugged.

“Tim’s also a vigilante on top of being the CEO of one of the world's biggest tech companies; which means he’s got no time.”

Tim, on the other hand, made a face and shook his head.

“I don’t normally cook, like Danny said; no time. I wasn’t joking about Jason, by the way.”

Danny just made a very big put-upon sigh and meandered around Dick and to the pizza.

“So what’s the plan tonight, Dick?”

“Well, I-”

“Because ever since we’ve been introduced, we’ve literally never hung out.”

What?

What had past version of him from Danny’s memories been doing?

Fine. His past self was an asshole and it was his loss, it just meant that Dick could be upfront and ask what Danny liked without being suspicious.

“That was stupid. I was stupid. Let’s hang out.” The sentence was disjointed with how much rage Dick was directing at his past self, and the knowledge that he couldn't actually do anything about it.

Danny and Tim traded looks, communicating between themselves in a way that Dick couldn’t read.

“Do you have anything else to say?” Tim asked, his face cleanly wiped of any expression.

Dick frowned, shaking his head. He didn’t care that Danny had apparently been previously ostracized, he didn’t care that he couldn’t remember it; he was going to fix it.

Tim slapped a hand on Danny’s shoulder, squeezing it briefly before walking towards his room.

Danny grinned.

It was a feral thing, and some part of Dick was a little afraid.

“If that’s all you have to say then, I think it’s time to get started.”

~~~~~~

Damian found himself in a conundrum.

He had been carefully observing Timothy and Daniel, noting how they behaved and their differences, and was almost certain that he could easily tell them apart.

Honestly, they were so obviously different that he was ashamed to admit he had ever considered one to be the other.

Timothy would never tuck him in, and during that training exercise months ago he was certain it had been Daniel tucking him in. Timothy would never resort to a childish nickname to rile Damian’s ire, but Daniel had no such qualms. Timothy would never resort to puns in front of Damian, but Daniel used them all the time.

But most damning of all?

Daniel would have a cup of coffee, but he gravitated more towards juice. Daniel refused to help with any cases, and would cite that his brain wasn’t in the Detective Mindset. Daniel leaned more towards vegetarianism with occasional meat products, but only sometimes.

They were two completely different people, and Damian had stained his honor as his Father’s blood son by not recognizing that immediately.

Currently, Daniel was sitting across from him in the Manor Library, swiping through something on the tablet in his lap. There was a glass of apple juice next to him, a plate of fudge on the side table, and…yes, Damian could see it now.

Or rather, not see it.

The neckline of Daniel’s hoodie was pulled down, and it revealed a neck free of scars.

How had he ever mistaken one buffoon for the other?

His mannerisms towards Damian tended to be on the more friendly side compared to his twin. Damian took this to mean that the one he had stabbed had, in fact, been Timothy, not Daniel.

Their previous relationship appeared to lean more towards typical sibling antagonism, if the few moments of comfort Daniel offered in the shadows were any indication.

It was this realization that made Damian pause.

Daniel did not seem to seek vengeance for Timothy, and while Damian could attribute that to cowardice, he knew without doubt that it was because he fully trusted his twin to enact any justice that Timothy felt needed to be served.

Which meant that his relationship with Daniel was…surprisingly free of bloodshed.

Nor did Daniel put him on a pedestal, excusing his actions and coddling him.

To Daniel, Damian was just…Damian. El-witwaat. His little brother, to whom he had a duty to annoy.

His plan to include Daniel by convincing him that they never forgot him was all well and good in theory, but Damian did not know how to interact with a sibling that did not hold a grudge against him or only see what they thought he could be, rather than what he was.

“Something wrong, el-witwaat?” Daniel asked, not looking away from his tablet. The name did not bring about the rage that Damian was expecting; just the same emotions that flashed through him when Richard called him ‘Dami’.

Yes, if it had been Timothy that small degree of warmth would not have been present. Grudging respect, maybe, but not any form of warmth. The warmth in the tone, Damian thought, made the difference between accepting the absurd nickname and stabbing Daniel in the eye.

“I find myself wondering what hero name you will choose, now that you have returned from your mission,” Damian replied rigidly, wondering if this would be yet another contender for Father’s mantle.

Daniel just let out a short bark of laughter before presumably choking on his own spit.

“No, no no no, no more vigilante-ism for me,” Daniel answered after he had managed to calm down, “I’m done with it unless it’s a world-ending threat and all hands are needed.”

Damian was confused.

“But you have powers. Generally, metas with powers such as yours find themselves taking up a moniker and-”

“-But statistically speaking, how many metas exist that you’ve never heard of?” Daniel interrupted, going back to his reclined position sideways on his chair.

Damian did not know.

“Listen, being in the League of Assassins, even just to get information, was…well. You and Jason would know better than anyone in this family. And Tim, but he’s not ready to talk about that yet. It…” Daniel trailed off, and Damian was suddenly very aware that he was probably going to hear something that was not in the mission report.

“I…did not get all the information I was supposed to. I got caught.”

“And you’re still alive?” Damian hissed, finding himself leaning forward without any intention to do so.

“I’m my brother's identical twin, Damian. I’m not the detective he is, I’m not even the same person he is, but Ra’s didn’t see it like that. He just saw Tim 2.0.” Daniel shifted, presumably to get more comfortable.

Damian read between the lines.

His grandfather had captured and more than likely attempted to brainwash Daniel.

“Your first interaction with us after getting back was at the brunch,” Damian speculated, ignoring Daniel’s surprised look, “But you came back to Gotham before that, did you not?”

Daniel smiled at him. Another difference, Timothy would never do such a thing, but it was similar to his twin in how tired of a smile it was.

“Tim had to set my head straight for a bit before I could come see you all, yeah. I’m seeing a therapist, don’t worry; we’re making sure to do everything possible to make sure I don’t relapse.”

Damian nodded.

Looked down at the book in his lap.

Then nodded again.

Unlike Timothy, Daniel appeared to take his personal mental wellbeing seriously. Obviously he would take the steps required to ensure he could recover.

From what Damian had managed to gather, Daniel was clearly the superior twin, after all.

Daniel heaved out a massive sigh and floated up to a standing position, directly in front of Damian.

“Come on, let’s go look at BatCow; it’s around time to feed her anyways,” Daniel stated, motioning towards the clock, “I’ll muck out the stable if you do the feeding her part?”

Yes; Daniel was the superior twin.

So why did he look guilty?

~~~~~~

Bruce paused at the threshold to Tim’s old room. Well. Tim and Daniel’s old room. And what had past him been thinking, to force them to share a room when he had so many open?

“-I don’t know, Tim, I just feel guilty about lying.”

Lying? What was Danny lying about?

“Danny, please tell me where what you told the little demon was a lie.”

“I…the getting caught part?”

“Oh, so you were there of your own volition?”

“No! You know I wasn’t-”

“And then you chose to get brainwashed into being a slave?”

“Tim you’re being deliberately obtuse-”

“They’re yes or no questions, Danny. It’s your trauma, how you choose to share it is your business.”

The room behind the door fell quiet, and unfortunately gave Bruce time to think.

Danny had been brainwashed?

He needed to look at the facts.

He still hadn’t been added to the Bird of Prey roster, despite what Barbara had claimed. There were many reasons for that happening, but the biggest one would be if he was either too injured to go in the field or retiring.

Danny had been on a deep cover mission in the League of Assassins, the mission report from which was surprisingly sparse and jumpy. As if whoever was writing it was trying to remember something they’d been forced to forget. The League was run by Ra’s, who had an unhealthy fixation on Tim.

Danny was Tim’s identical twin, for all that they were very different.

The word ‘slave’ bounced around his head and echoed in his ears; it was not a title he wanted any of his children to have, remembered or not.

It was easy to figure out from there, and Bruce was rather overcome by the sudden need to see both Tim and Danny.

The scene awaiting him in their bedroom was…sweet.

Danny was lying sideways on the bed, his head resting on Tim’s leg as he scrolled his tablet, and Tim was leaning against the headboard, presumably working on a casefile on his laptop. They both turned their heads to stare at Bruce when he walked in, looking rather like owls.

‘Slave’ slowly faded from his ears, but stayed in the back of his mind.

He’d deal with Ra’s when the time came.

But at present, both of his sons were safe.

“Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face.

“Actually B, I was wondering if I could have some input on choosing a major?”

Ah, so Danny really was retiring.

Thank god, at least one of his kids would be out of the direct line of fire.

“Sure Danny,” Bruce agreed, moving out of the way so they could go to his office, “Whatever you need. Like your own room, maybe.”

Danny paused, halfway out the door, and slowly turned to look at Bruce like he’d grown a second head.

“Bruce…this is my room. Tim moved out, remember?”

Behind them, he heard Tim choke on something.

Bruce couldn’t bring himself to check on the twin behind him, however, due to the intense mortification he was feeling.

Danny wasn’t emancipated?

Danny was still legally a dependent in the eyes of the law?!

Had Bruce kicked him out of his own house?!

Bruce leaned against the doorframe, feeling rather faint, and re-evaluated his life choices while simultaneously cursing his past version of himself.

“Uh, so…maybe we should wait on the college thing until you’ve slept, huh?”

Tim was wheezing behind him.

Bruce deserved that laughter. He deserved a punch to the face, honestly.

He’d kicked a minor out of his home, he was no better than-

“B?”

“No. No, your education is important to me.” Bruce ground out, draping a heavy arm around Danny’s shoulders and steering him to his office.

He would make this right.

He had to make this right.

~~~~~~

Some unlucky fucker was knocking on Jason’s door at ass-o-clock in the morning, and they were gonna pay.

He hadn’t bought out the entire building just to be woken up by fucking salespeople, of all things.

Gun in hand and green in his eyes, Jason tore open the front door and-that was Danny. Tim’s twin, for all that Jason could not see him as anything else.

He was standing on Jason’s doorstep, a large hoodie draped over his skinny-ass frame, and looking up at him expectantly.

And Jason was standing in his doorway in his underwear like a moron.

“Uh,” Jason started, unsure of what to make of the situation.

Danny handed over an envelope full of what looked like money.

“Tim wants to pay you fifty thousand per lesson to teach me how to cook.”

…Well. Shit.

He still wasn’t sure where he stood with the little test tube twin, but money was money, and it wasn’t like teaching someone how to do something as simple as cook was hard.

Fifteen minutes into his first lesson and Jason retracted that statement.

Fifty thousand was not enough.

His ruined Hexclad pans sat smoking in the sink as a testament to Danny fucking Drake-Wayne’s failures.

The reason for his ruined kitchenware was sitting on the kitchen floor, looking stunned and staring at the probably third-degree burn he’d definitely have to go to the hospital for.

He was upping his price, and Tim was buying him new pans.

@terzatheunderscorerima @darkbiscuitvoidstudent @akikkobara @reach-for-the-horizon @bitter-coffeecup @moodycow210 @kisatamao @thefantasmarex @fisher-with-the-morbs @jaguarthecat @jotaroslooseeyebrowhair @moonshell25 @tundra1029

#dpxdc #dcxdp #phanfic #twincognito mode #tim and danny pretend to be twins au #but they aren't really pretending anymore

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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Guessing game: Farm

Context: a familial soulmates AU is happening to newly-decanted baby clone "Superman" and Ma and Pa "it's free alien baby" Kent.

The waitress comes back with the drinks and asks if they're ready to order, and then they have to actually read the menu. She leaves them to it. The Zesti does taste really good, but Superman has a hard time concentrating on the menu and barely resists the urge to glance up at Jonathan and Martha every five seconds.

"Oh, wait–can you read yet, kiddo, or do you need some help with that?" Jonathan asks with a faint frown as he glances up at him himself, and somehow the question doesn't sound judgmental at all.

Weird, Superman thinks again.

"Yeah," he says. "Um–Cadmus was educating me with information uploads. I didn't finish them, but I can read and write and do, like . . . well, some math, anyway. I got through trig and precalc, mostly. Uh, and some chemistry and biology. And, like, I can speak English and Spanish and a little Mandarin, and I know basic ASL. I don't think I'm actually as smart as they thought I was gonna be, though, some of it's kinda . . . confusing, to be honest? And they only ever showed me stuff once, I think they just thought I'd . . . you know, get it."

"You're two weeks old!" Martha says with an exasperated huff. "Those damn morons, you're gonna need a lot more than two weeks' worth of yellow sun before you're going to get the eidetic memory or the enhanced intelligence."

"The–what?" Superman blinks. Jonathan and Martha glance at each other, oddly, and then back to him.

"Superman had perfect recall," Jonathan says. "Hyperthymesia. A photographic memory, you might call it."

"Oh," Superman says, blinking again. "Uh–I didn't know that."

"I don't know how much most people ever thought about it, so far as his powers went," Jonathan says with a shrug. "Not quite as flashy as the heat vision or the flying. Actually it's a surprise you can fly this quick, come to think."

"I'm sort of . . . cheating," Superman mutters, ducking his head. "My Kryptonian physiology isn't developed enough to give me the real powers yet and they didn't know how long it might take for them to come in, so they sort of . . . there's like this . . . field, kind of, that the original Superman put off? Subconscious telekinesis, I guess. Skin-tight force field, basically. It's why bullets weren't ripping up his suit all the time and why he could, like, pick up a whole freaking bus or whatever one-handed and it wouldn't just break in half from the fucked-up–uh, the messed-up support. The field would just wrap around whatever he was touching and reflexively keep it together. So Cadmus just kinda . . . copied that and cranked it up to eleven, for me. So I'm telekinetic, kind of?"

"Huh," Martha says, looking a little puzzled. "You know, that never even occurred to me, but it certainly explains a few things."

"It only works when I'm touching something," Superman says, fidgeting uncomfortably and feeling kind of like . . . well, he guesses his powers not being the same as the original Superman's were yet isn't gonna disappoint the Kents, right? Like, why would they care? "It's tactile-based. But I can always use it on myself. So I can fly and pick up real heavy shit and hit like I've got super-strength and make it look like I'm invulnerable. No heat vision or ice breath or X-ray vision or, uh, eidetic memory, though. Or super-speed or super-senses."

And definitely, definitely no enhanced intelligence.

"So you mean you're going to be stronger than Superman was?" Martha asks with a little frown, and Superman . . . blinks.

"Uh . . . I don't think so?" he says uncertainly, not sure where she got that idea. "I don't know how the hybridization of my DNA will affect, like . . . any of the Kryptonian powers. They might turn out weaker than his were, since my genes are sort of already adapted for a yellow sun."

"I don't know, being primed to process yellow sunlight might make your powers end up stronger, on that logic," Jonathan points out reasonably. "Once you grow into them a bit, anyway. And either way you'll have the telekinesis enhancing your strength and invulnerability, and that might get stronger too. And, well, at least some hybrids have a tendency to turn out bigger and stronger than their parent species."

Superman tilts his head. Blinks a couple times.

"Huh," he says.

Well, there's a really freaking cool and absolutely fucking terrifying thought.

"How do you know all that?" he asks. "Are you a biologist or something?"

"I'm a farmer, son," Jonathan says wryly. "I'm talking about mules and wolfdogs."

"You're a farmer?" Superman repeats in absolute bemusement.

"We both are, dear," Martha says. "All our lives. We live out in Smallville, actually, we're just here visiting . . . well. Clark's fiancée. Her name is Lois."

"Where's Smallville?" Superman asks, still bemused.

"Kansas," Martha says. "We have a little farm out there. And . . . well, we'd very much like to take you in, obviously, though I don't know where you're staying right now."

"Just, like–wherever, right now," Superman says awkwardly, trying not to sound as pathetic as he's pretty sure he does even as he wonders how that's supposed to be "obvious". He's not, like, a little kid or anything. It's not like he can't take care of himself. "Like, it's not really . . . just wherever."

Jonathan and Martha glance at each other. Superman feels embarrassed. It's not like it matters where he's staying, and like, he'll find a place, eventually, just . . . he hasn't quite figured out how to do that yet. That's all.

Cadmus, unfortunately, did not prepare him to ever live . . . well. Outside of Cadmus.

"Would you like to visit, at least? Take a look around?" Jonathan offers. "It's not too far a flight from Metropolis."

"Um . . . maybe," Superman says, really not sure what he'd ever do on a farm of all places. Like, in what way is a farm a "Superman" kind of place to be?

Though he guesses it'd be politer than making Jonathan and Martha come to Metropolis. And if they actually . . . if they really want to see him . . .

He could swing by sometimes, that's all. He guesses he'd have to be careful about doing it because probably the Kents aren't gonna want anybody to know they're his soulmates, given the whole "being civilians" thing. Maybe he can just . . . just pretend to be . . . he doesn't know, exactly? Just–maybe some random distant relative or something. Maybe they have some cousins or whatever. Or just . . . something.

Superman actually has no idea how many people hang out with their extended family members like that, to be honest, but it's the best idea he's coming up with right now.

#kon el #superboy #ma and pa kent #superfamily #rinfic #kamkong #long post #wip: jon and martha professional soulparents

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crowned-aeris · 2 months

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WIP | Timkon sicfic ft. damian

This takes place in the Benign feathers verse, bcs i’m absolutely normal about my own au 👍🏼

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He gasped, clenching his teeth as his dislocated wing was jostled. Tim limped along, forcing open the window to his safehouse before slipping inside.

A low whimper of pain stuttered through his throat as sweat beaded along his skin. His claws dug into the thick material of his pants, and he pressed his forehead against the cool, wooden floor. A feverish haze flitted through his mind, and Tim cursed himself for going while sick. Duke had said he'd take over for Tim, but past-Tim had been an idiot and insisted on going out as Wraith.

The falcon whimpered again, the pain throbbing uncomfortably in time with his heartbeat.

"Wraith!" someone's voice filtered through Tim's ears. Did he forget to disconnect his comm? "Wraith, what's wrong? What happened? Where are you?"

He quivered weakly. Pained chirps and calls for help escaped his lips as his trembling fingers refused to detach from his pants. Tim could hear the voice continue to call for him, but none of the words seemed to register.

There was a whooshing sound followed by something opening and closing. Tim twitched, but he couldn't lift his head from the floor. His chest felt tight, but the falcon couldn't breathe. Where did all the oxygen go?

"What happened, Birdie?" a familiar voice sighed. Dry hands gently lifted Tim's face from the floor and brushed back the sweat-slick hair that clung to his face. The cool skin pressed against his forehead, draining away the heat and peeling off the damp and uncomfortable mask.

Tim chirped weakly, his eyes still closed as he leaned into the person's touch. His claws remain fisted in his pants, and Tim doesn't think he'll be able to let go soon.

"Yeah, his right wing is dislocated, and he's running a pretty high fever," the person said. Tim whimpered at their disapproving tone, tears springing to his eyes as his grip tightened. "No, sweetheart, I'm not mad at you."

Careful fingers tugged through Tim's hair, brushing the strands, untangling the knots, and lightly scratching his scalp.

"Yeah, he's really out of it. I don't think I'll be able to pop his wing back in while he's like this. Can you send Seraph? Yeah, he'll be fine- I need whoever's closest... Okay, thank you," the hands shifted, and Tim was pulled closer into the person's embrace. The movement jostled his wing, and Tim couldn't help the pained gasp.

"I'm sorry. I know it hurts, Tim, I know. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be alright. Your brother's coming over to help pop your wing in, and you'll be all better. I know you hate it when he finds your safehouses, but I can't fix you up like this. Honestly, this is your fault. Why did you have to go out?" the person sighed, their tone incredibly fond yet equally exasperated. Tim burrowed his face into the crook of their neck, the words passing through his ears like salt through a net.

"You just had to go out patrolling today, didn't you? You know, when we first met, I thought you were gonna be an asshole like all of those other rich Gotham people. You already knew who I was back then, didn't you?

If someone had told little me that I would fall for you of all people, then I would've called them crazy! But... when you died, when I heard your heart stop... God, I think a part of me died with you. Bart just... stopped, and Cassie didn't speak at all afterward. I'm so glad you're back, Tim, and I know I don't tell you this enough, but-"

"Clone."

"... Reaper," the person's tone shifted, and Tim whined and pressed his cheek against the person's.

"Hand him over."

"I… don't think he'd like that very much."

"...Fine. Hold Timothy steady, I don't want him to jerk around and make things worse."

"Will do," they said, and Tim felt a familiar sensation spread across him. It felt similar to a comforting blanket.

Hands grabbed onto his wing, sending a shock of pain through his entire body. But before Tim could react, his wing was popped back into his socket, and he screamed.

"It's okay," the person breathed, their voice close to Tim's ear lips against the strands of his hair as the falcon sobbed, "You're okay, Tim, you're okay."

"Kon," he sobbed, "Conner, Kon- Kon."

The name tasted like a plea and a prayer on Tim's tongue as the tactile telekinesis faded from his skin.

"I'm here," The Kryptonian held him close, and Tim's talons reached up to cling to Kon's back. Tears ran rivers and trails down his face, dampening Kon's shoulders as Tim sobbed and blubbered, "I'm here- I'm here."

"He's running a fever," the other voice commented with disdain, "and delirious."

"You're just jealous that he's clinging onto me instead of you," Kon huffed, his voice bordering on smug under the worry.

"Silence yourself; you are the most inferior Kryptonian I have ever met."

"And you are the most jealous Bat I have ever met," Conner returned as he braced Tim against his hip; the alien was strong enough to carry the vigilante anyway.

Tim leaned back and rubbed his cheek against Kon's face, sighing as his feverish skin cooled slightly. A happy chirp fell from his lip as Kon pressed back, his instincts crowing in glee at the physical contact.

"You are so fortunate that I am susucceptible to diseases."

The vague cotton that stuffed his brain quickly cleared to reveal a bright recognition. Tim blinked open his eyes, wincing at the bright light before peering past Kon's shoulder to see Damian rummaging around the kitchen.

"Tt. Timothy's kitchen is so... bare."

"This isn't his main safe house," Kon said, "I'll try and get him to change into something else. Can you go and grab some medicine or something? Anything to lower his fever before it gets worse."

There was a vague hum before they were moving. Tim's eyes had slipped shut again, and he returned to his boneless state within Kon's arms.

"You're really out of it, aren't you?" Kon mused as he tried to peel a clingy Tim off of him.

He whined, pouting up at Kon when he finally managed to detangle Tim's limbs from his own, a fond smile on his face. "Come back."

"Wow, so demanding," Kon rolled his eyes, "not even a please?"

Tim pouted, "Please?"

"... Okay, that's not fair in the slightest........ Alright fine. C'mon, you shady bird, arms up!"

He grumbled but complied, sighing as Kon carefully tugged the suit off him, and the cool air graced his too-warm skin.

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What's Force animals for the WIP game? I'm intrigued!

Oh!Force Animals is a delightful idea that came from one of @phoenixyfriend ‘s posts about clones becoming force ghost kittens when they die. Seriously, this idea gave me all kinds of warm fuzzies. https://www.tumblr.com/bitter-chocolate-stars/717777252956389376?source=share

From there I started getting a couple of scenes about the jedi sometimes gaining force guides in the form of animals. I need to get back to it to actually plot it out because I really wanna see where it goes.

Here’s the first little scene that came to me:

The Force was an energy field that was found in every living thing in the universe. The Jedi were fond of saying that it guides them. Until recently, no one knew they meant that literally.

"Master Qui-Gon, there's a Strill behind you."

Qui-Gon looked down at the small initiate before turning. Behind him, he could see it. Hazy around the edges, a bright blue aura, crouched low as if it was about to pounce. Its whiplike tail lazily flicked back and forth.

"So there is. What do you think it wants, Little One?"

The little initiate looked at the hazy figure seriously. His brow wrinkled and his tongue poked between his lips as he concentrated.

Qui-Gon laughed gently. "You do not have to force it, Initiate. There's no need to focus quite so hard. Reach out with your feelings, close your eyes so they won't deceive you. Listen to the Force with your heart."

The child took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. Qui-Gon could feel the tentative touch of the boy's force presence as it briefly brushed against his mental shields then extended towards the strill. After a moment he opened his eyes and gave Qui-Gon a delighted grin. “They want to play!”

Qui-Gon stepped aside with an indulgent look. “Well then, don’t let me stop you. Enjoy your time in the gardens with your new playmate.”

The initiate bowed hurriedly and almost tipped over in his excitement. “Thank you, Master Qui-Gon!” He took off after the strill laughing brightly as they darted back and forth just out of reach.

Qui-Gon watched for a few moments. He enjoyed the joy he could feel in the Force from the pair as they played tag. It was early for a guide to find the Jedi they were most suited for, but the Force seemed to love that particular youngling. The Force’s love was a treasured thing, but the beings that were favored often had a difficult path ahead of them. Qui-Gon hoped the young initiate’s light was strong enough to weather the destiny the Force had in store for him.

#star wars #fic ideas #my wips

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deejadabbles · 1 year

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Hello there, my name is Deeja and I have very little shame for a 28 year old woman. If @secondaryrealm follows you, sends you asks, or replies to your posts, that's me.

About this blog: This is a side blog where I post reader inserts and other fanfiction. Below you'll find my master list and link to my tag list form!

I do post NSFW stuff quite a bit, so Minors, please do not interact with my blog. If you're an adult but don't like NSFW things, I do try to remember to tag it as "spicy lemons".

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Master Lists! (sub-sections and tags will be added as needed)

Attention: this list only includes my star wars stuff. If you would like to read my works from other fandoms they're all on my AO3 account

List is divided by characters

Misc tags:

Deeja writes (my general tag for all my fics)

Works by others (please check out these amazing writers!)

Fanart (wonderful artists who deserve love)

Feel good tag / Happy tag (things that make me happy)

Captain Rex x Reader

The Mistake You Can't Live Without (jedi!Reader)

Desperate Distractions (fem!reader smut, drabble)

Take a Ride (fem!reader smut)

Ruin (fem!reader, smut)

Spicy prompt: "I don't think you're supposed to use the Force like that" (jedi!reader, spice, drabble)

Western AU Headcanons

The Captain and the Shadow (jedi!reader, series) Prologue /// [Part One coming soon]

Echo x Reader

Dreamy Desires (incubus!Echo x fem!reader, smut)

The Hidden Room (halloween prompt)

Somebody Else (fem!reader, angst, drabble)

Western AU Headcanons

The Beauty In All (Matchmaking AU) Part One // Part Two //

Echo and Comms (comm officer!reader, series) Part One /// Part Two /// Part Three /// [Part Four coming soon]

Fives x Reader

An Awkward Kind of Charm (matchmaking AU)

How to Summon a Demon Boyfriend (demon!Fives halloween prompt)

Five-Oh-Thirst, Part One (fem!reader, spice, 501st x reader)

My Ding-ding-dong (humor)

Touch (fluff, drabble)

Tup x Reader

Hold On Tight (fem!reader, smut)

Wild, beautiful things (fluff, drabble)

Languid Reunion (fem!reader, smut)

Tup NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

Kix x Reader

Forbidden Masks (fem!reader, halloween prompt)

Five-Oh-Thirst, Part One (fem!reader, spice, 501st x reader)

Spicy prompt: "I don't need to take it off to fuck you" (fem!reader, smut, drabble)

Jesse x Reader

Five-Oh-Thirst, Part One (fem!reader, spice, 501st x reader)

Funeral Grey (fem!reader, spice, drabble)

Commander Fox x Reader

Among the Hedge Maze (halloween promt, fluff)

The Handmaiden's Fox (fem handmaiden!reader, series) Prologue /// Part One /// Part Two /// [part three coming soon]

Commander Thorn x Reader

Safeguard (drabble)

Safehaven (oneshot, companion to Safeguard)

Hunter x Reader

Songs in the Kitchen (fluff)

Hunter x (fem) Reader x Hound (predator/prey vibes, drabble)

Western AU Headcanons

Wrecker x Reader

A Tooka for a Puppy (fluff, drabble)

Western AU Headcanons

Tech x Reader

The Right Parts (western AU)

Western AU Headcanons

Crosshair x Reader

The Garden (fluff, drabble)

Crush (angst, drabble)

Western AU Headcanons

Grey x Reader

Feverish Flirtations (fluff)

OCs and Unnamed Clones

Period Pains (unnamed clone, comfort, drabble)

OC Mana: Introduction post

OC Tiio: Intro post, personality ask,

OC Jacen: Intro post,

OC Jedi Knight Mayreen: Intro post,

OC Commander Zedge: Intro post,

OC Whisper: Intro post, more headcanons, aesthetic/style ask,

OC Bravo: Intro post,

OC Fixit: Intro post,

OC Dott: Intro post,

#making this so i can pin it #deeja rambles #i also wanted to clarify the request situation #as i do enjoy requests but just dont have time for full one shots anymore

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roselightfairy · 4 months

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End of Year Fic Recs!

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

(Thank you, @tathrin, for the tag!)

I think the fandoms here will be kind of all over the place, because I've been in three different places this year (though one of them for the majority of it, sorry about it!). I'm also really having to go through my history - being in rapid consumption mode makes one forget things here and there! Also this turned INCREDIBLY long, so putting it under a cut.

5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023:

all that it touches to wonder by cynassa (LOTR, Legolas/Gimli) - I've been seeing this fic around for some time and finally got into the right LOTR headspace for it yesterday and it is absolutely WONDERFUL. Politics, pining, cultural exploration, letters, gifts, public spectacle . . . mmm. The kind of fic that's so good it makes me mad.

Mine to Bear by pen_ultimate (Dungeons & Daddies, Henry/Darryl (and others) - a fic that takes the cringe of early-season Darryl and leans SO HARD INTO IT that it is sometimes painful to read but so so so worth it. A no-Forgotten-Realms AU in which Darryl's desire to understand Grant's sexuality leads him to (painfully, reluctantly) explore his own. Unstoppable force (Darryl's repressed urges) meets immovable object (his own stubborn refusal to deal with them). Also this Henry portrayal (and interpretation of his relationship with Mercedes) is amazing.

Catharsis (series) by Diotima_Philosopher (Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan) - This series hits a very specific urge I used to look for in Legolas/Gimli fic but never quite found, and I suppose it makes sense that I'd find it here - in a relationship that is textually (or non-textually) transgressive, a story that takes it to the absolute limit of that transgression. Sometimes you want to rationalize away the taboo elements of your pairings; sometimes you want to create a situation to avoid them entirely; other times you want to push them to the limit: the notion that the relationship in question is seen as not only odd but deviant, absolutely revoltingly taboo in its society. And then just - dive into that and explore the complexity of it, the impossible situation the characters in question face, the twisting line between right and wrong. This story does that deliciously.

if you're on a mission, you've got my permission by allowaykirk (Cody/Obi-Wan, but mostly Obi-Wan/EVERYONE) - This story had me in STITCHES. The thing that struck me in watching the movies, but also mostly the Clone Wars, was how much intense chemistry Obi-Wan has with . . . everyone? But mostly with a bunch of the antagonists? This fic takes that to its logical conclusion and says, well, what if Obi-Wan is regularly sent on missions to seduce information out of various people? For the war effort, you know. The Ventress chapter in particular had me HOWLING. (And them, too.)

By a Sleep to Say We End by @katajainen (LOTR, Legolas/Gimli) - this one became multi-chap this year, and somehow even more devastating in the second one! It's frankly unfair that katajainen has the ability to hurt me like this, but also I want her to never stop doing it. Zombie apocalypse, technically, but this one deals with much more intimate interpersonal challenges in the lead-up to it. Warning for suicidal themes, but if you are okay with reading that, this hurts so so good.

Five single-chapter fics from 2023:

offer it a soul by @willowcrowned (Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan) - This fic ruined me. It was one of those stories that's so upsetting yet so good you're thinking about it for days after and making an absolute mess of yourself in the comments section. There is this emptiness that just echoes throughout a story that is so full - of worldbuilding, of repressed emotion, of feeling. I was a raw nerve all the way through. It's not a happy story, but it is an incredible one.

Soon Enough - by LuvEwan (Star Wars, Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan) - This fic was one of those incredible little moments that makes perfect sense within the canon but that you don't necessarily think about happening! What about people who were related to Jedi, who lost family members they never had the chance to know? And how do you deal with being a Jedi, with someone for whom this lifestyle is well known and expected, and yet you also have people you love within the system whom you also will eventually lose? This was such a quiet little moment, breathless with discomfort and pain, and I loved it.

Look Back, My Love, Look Back At Me! by @tathrin (LOTR, Legolas/Gimli) - I'm such a sucker for myth retellings with these two, and this is an Orpheus/Eurydice imagining - with a twist! I gasped at the end. Tathrin is killing it with these two this year and I'm going to have so much to catch up on when I'm back in main LOTR headspace again.

this is what it feels like, now by @thetimesinbetween (Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan) - Just. The most intimate, emotional, incredibly steamy smut. With feelings! And like - one of those things that acknowledges the nature of the teacher-student relationship without pretending it isn't there, but also lets that be part of the appeal rather than a detraction. I. Um. Read it.

Snowbind the Stars by katajainen (LOTR, Legolas/Gimli, Legolas & Gimli) - Love, love, love a queer-ambiguous portrayal of these two, and katajainen's prose is such a dream, as always. The loneliness of homecoming when something you never knew you needed is missing . . . but the promise of finding it again, eventually.

Five fics NOT from 2023:

Okay, this one was hard, because again - I've had a whole fandom's worth of fic to catch up on this year! It was hard to narrow it down to just five, but I'm going with some that really stuck with me:

Desert Bloom by canis_m (Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan) - This fic is everything I could possibly want from a Force Ghost-roommates premise, an absolute gem of a fic that is perfect in every way. Vignettes from Obi-Wan's time in the desert and his training with Qui-Gon to release his own consciousness, in which he has to reveal some of his own feelings that have lived with him all the while. I find it incredibly in-character and plausible and such a gentle, slow unfolding and healing.

Crystallize by torch (Star Wars, Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, a very little ship implication at the end) - This is such an atmospheric fic, quiet and slow as the remote snowy world on which it takes place. It is also a fic that fully solidified my understanding of Obi-Wan's relationship with the concept of relationships, a very married-to-duty sort of thing which precludes romance as a matter of course. This fic is just a slow meander through various aspects of Jedi life and expectations, the nature of love, and the ways that a master and padawan can learn from and with one another in the most personal ways. And yes, there's a slight turn to shippiness at the end, but only in the mind of one character and not in a way that detracts from the revelations unfolding throughout the story.

A Duel With Fate by psocoptera (Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan) - Speaking of fics that RUIN me. This was my first understanding of what a time loop fic can look like and how it can be absolutely devastating. This story left me feeling off for days, and I mean that as a compliment. Proceed with caution, but also - guh. Do proceed, if you can. I can't even rec it well because of how good it is.

How to Grow Vegetables and Alienate People by Meggory (Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan) - Add me to the list of zillions of people who loved this story, but it caught me in just the right place. I've been feeling the void a lot in the last several months, downtrodden by work and expectations of life, and this fic STARTS with the premise of one character being forced to take a three-month leave of absence from work? And then getting into gardening and connecting to the world and falling in love? The most glorious escapist modern AU I've read in - maybe ever? I made @thevillainsmustache read it, too, even though it's not her ship, and now we both sigh over it regularly at home.

Into a Dozen Pieces by Temve (Star Wars (Master and Apprentice), Qui-Gon/OC, Qui-Gon/Rael) - So many canon authors love to do this thing where they imply a love interest in a character's past. Generally I don't love it, and for all my adoration for Master and Apprentice, I didn't love it there, either - but Temve took those brief mentions and spun them into an absolutely enchanting story of young gentle Qui-Gon falling head over heels for the first time and having his heart broken by the Jedi Code - but healed, at least a little, by the others within the Jedi who are there for him. Highly, highly recommend.

HA PSYCH I'm doing an unauthorized sixth! A Thing of Flesh and Shadow by MlleMusketeer (Star Wars, Qui-Gon-centric with some background relationships) - This fic is only barely not 2023, so I dunno if it counts as an "oldie," but I think everyone should read it! It's an amazing Qui-Gon AU, in which Dooku resurrects him during the Clone Wars and tries to manipulate and abuse him into becoming his new apprentice, all while Qui-Gon slowly realizes what's going on and struggles to escape. It's got gorgeous philosophy, incredibly well-written emotional and physical hurt, and I just love every second I spend in this Qui-Gon's head. I'm praying there will be more, eventually, but even if there isn't, the fic is a wonderful standalone.

And now . . . 5 of my own fics from 2023:

Only Through Surrender (Star Wars, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan): Qui-Gon lives, and the whole timeline changes.

Lessons in Intimacy (Star Wars, Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan/OC): Exploration of Obi-Wan coming into his sexuality, and what romance and sexuality might look like in a Jedi context.

Driven to Do (Star Wars, Anakin & Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan/OC): More sexually liberated Obi-Wan and scandalized (legally married) Anakin.

Anchor (Star Wars/Clone Wars, Ahsoka/Rex): The follow up to the absolutely devastating Clone Wars finale.

The Unassisted Physical Training and Self-Defense Circle (Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan): The one in which Qui-Gon's participation in an illicit padawan fight club leaves him with a lasting physical reminder.

This was so much fun! (It also took me more than an hour to do, but I enjoyed every minute of it.) Tagging @katajainen, @deheerkonijn, @unnamedelement, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#my fic recs #my fic #star wars #lotr #legolas x gimli #qui-gon x obi-wan #dungeons and daddies #henry x darryl

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jemwolf · 16 days

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Mama Scout AU Part 1

Here's part one of the Mama!Scout comic!

Like I mentioned before, while nothing explicit is shown, this AU does touch on some serious topics, and I would say it is a bit heavier than my usual stuff. (Though it will get lighter as it goes)

So.

Trigger Warnings:

Implications of forced pregnancy (via cloning), kidnapping, and abuse. Depictions of depression and possibly PTSD.

Poor girl... (Scout is approximately 25 years old during these events btw)

Featuring OCs belonging to @decoloraa

#jemwolf's art #sev the chimera #briggs beast #art #fma oc #chimera #ask to tag

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veny-many · 7 months

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I wrote some whumps about my AU idea suddenly appeared in my head. You might need to read the link to understand my work.

Neyo's POV

Anakin/Padme, Implied Codywan

Ahsoka was there when it started so suddenly.

She and her Master, were waiting for the Council’s replies for their information about hunting for Maul.

The waiting was getting too long, and it was a lie if Ahsoka was not concerned about what was happening to their home. She joked about how fast Master Mace would reply to insult Anakin for anything reckless he did, but there was silence, too long. It was strange.

Sensing his Padawan's worry, Anakin gave her a reassuring smile. Obi-wan was also comm silent, when he checked. The Force was silent. But at least his Ahsoka and troopers were there with him, waiting in debrief room.

The war was ending. He could feel it. He had been tested many times, always wandering between light and dark of the Force, with his uncontrollable emotions through war and pains. In the end, when Palpatine, his now former friend, casually referred the Clones as a slaves who needed to be gone for a better future of Galaxy, Anakin finally snapped, rushed to Padme and told her he couldn't do this. Couldn't sacrifice his troopers for meaningless war anymore, couldn't see another families, another Jedis die for people who now not even care for them, almost hate them for false facts. No, they not wanted to blame Jedi and Clones for some rumors. They just needed justification for forcing Jedis and Clones to fight the war instead of them. And needed scapegoat to throw their angers made by long lasted war. Anakin couldn't understand why they needed to fight for the Republic anymore. Padme only hugged him, telling him that he was not alone, he was not the only Jedi who thinks this war like him. Soon Obi-wan came there after receiving Padme's secret comm massage. Anakin was afraid that Obi-wan might have caught his relationship with Padme, but Obi-wan just hugged him as well, telling his old Padawan that it would be alright.

And of course, there was angry debate with Council about his secret marriage, and he actually admitted that it was too reckless to hide it(which surprisingly made Mace looked shocked somehow), and for Anakin's sanity, they agreed to postpone this issue until end of the war. He would never forget the faces of the Council members' when he informed them about the child that Padme was carrying.(And the suppressed delight from a few members. Yes, like Master Plo Koon.)

Anakin was afraid, what would the Council decide for his fate, and Padme's and child's fate. In his cold head he knew he couldn't continue being Jedi Knight if he couldn't let go of his relationship. Maybe, it might be right to choose his family, if it's the true ones that give him joy and reason for living. It would be heartbreaking for leaving his long lived home, his another families, but he can make a touch with his Master and Ahsoka, maybe more freely with his emotions.

He knew it was not the shame thing to leave the Orders. When Barris got caught by Ahsoka before she was planning for bombing, she told her friend about her rage and despair, about how war changed them, how they keep this war continue and made more lives be suffered. Ahsoka was shocked by her words, and when Barris had long talk(if you could tell tearful shoutings as a talking) with her Master and meditated(if you could tell cuddling and napping together as a meditating) in a comfortable room for a long time, Ahsoka chose to leave her home, to rethink about her long laster questions in her mind. Anakin wanted to stop her, raged about how she left him, but in the end, he waited for her. And in the end, like Master Plo said, she came back to her Master.

And he also would never forget the face of Ahsoka when he and Obi-wan casually informed her that she would be aunt in a few months. No wonder she refused to talk with him for 3 days straight outside of debriefing.(But at least she talked to Padme with communication.)

If the war ends, many things will be changed, Anakin thought. Maybe not only in good way, but they would be changed, and the Order will be changed, and maybe the Republic will be changed. In a peaceful time, they could take care of themselves more properly. Padme and her fellow senators could talk about the agendas, like supporting devastated planets and sentients suffered through the war, the slavery problems, and giving the basic rights to Clones. His family could live in peace, no more worrying about the bombs and fires, death and pains.

Suddenly, Anakin's comm beeped.

Anakin checked his massage, it was from Obi-wan. He finally replied? That took a long time, too long time, considering that his Master already killed Grievous and joined his troopers a long time ago. The massage was text, which means they wouldn't be live chatting.

Something was wrong, Anakin thought as soon as he read about the massage from his Master.

'Betrayed. Don't trust the Republic. Hide with your Clones.'

Anakin looked to Ahsoka, who was alwo reading the massage in her communication. Her confused eye met with Anakin. What was Obi-wan telling them? Don't trust the Republic? Hide with Clones?

"General!"

Rex's desperate calling made Jedis snapped out from their mind. The Force was screaming, all over the places, in whole galaxy. Anakin looked to his Captain with alerted posture.

"We got a situation! Our troopers outside... they are being attacked by GAR, the Netborn troopers are attacking them!!"

Anakin finally came out of his shock, hurried to the closed door with his light saber in his hand. Ahsoka followed him, still confused and trembling.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

"The Republic betrayed us. We need to escape."

Anakin was surprised how he was calm after he learned the fact that the Republic finally back stabbed them. It was like he knew they would do this in some day, and the doubt was in his mind from long time ago. He didn't have time to explain more to his Padawas, not his mans. He needed to protect them, and save them from betrayals.

"Master, did the GAR really...?"

"Take your saber, snips. We will protect the troopers until we reach the transportation."

Ahsoka did not make anymore questions. She ignited her saber like her Master, face determined for her friends. Rex also nobbed with his nervous face, and wore his helmet and ordered his troopers around.

"You heard the General, keep behind our Jedis and protect your brothers!"

"Oya!" The short chorus of troopers filled in room. Anakin took a last look behind him, checking if his Padawan and troopers ready, and finally opened the Door.

The corridor was still clear, but in distance, they could hear the firing shots and shoutings and cries.

Anakin wasn't sure how many of them would escape from this madness, how many were already gone, but he needed to save as many as can.

He was still Jedi, and as a Jedi, he protected the lives.

Cody watched in horror as his General fell down to waterfall. His troopers were also shocked in silence, until the bombs also fired to their side. Only a few of them managed to escape from position in one piece. Cody could hear his troopers screaming in confusion, screaming in pain as their body burned down and crushed by explosions. The desperate begging of their brothers to let them go and leave, telling them it's too late to save them. Cody forcefully dragged his shinies from wreckage, hiding in smoke. He needed to survive, he needed to find out what is happening to them. He needed to find his General, he couldn't be dead. The Jedi was always tough and crazy people, and Obi-wan would not die from this.

In the cover firing of his brothers, Cody and a few of troopers managed to get down to waterfall's downside. The lake was too peaceful, there was no body on ground or even on water. Where was his General? He couldn't be dead, Cody shouted for his General again and again. He couldn't, not even before-

And suddenly, the light dumping sound heard from their behind. Cody and his troopers turned around with their weapons on, but draw them down fast as they looked at their General standing in front of them with awkward smile.

"At easy, everyone. I'm here for peace."

Cody approached to Obi-wan, not caring about the distance bombing sounds, about the surprised face of his General as he moved, he just checked his General's body if he was hurt, if he was bleeding deeply in anywhere, if he was not the hallucination or the ghost or whatever. He needed to check that his General was alive.

"I'm in one piece, Cody. I'm here."

"General."

Cody looked to Obi-wan's face with a trembling voice.

"The GAR, they attacked us. They called us betrayal, and attacked you."

"I have no doubt about those facts. That somehow we Jedis and you Clones became the worst enemy of the Republic."

Obi-wan tried to remain his cool in this situation, but only Cody could notice that his General's voice was slightly in distress.

"Have you contacted with other Generals, sir?"

"They are comm silence. I managed to sent them a warning massage, but I'm not certain that how many of them will receive them before it's too late."

If the whole GAR, the Republic was chasing and hunting down them... Cody swallow his nervousness and tried to keep his calm. He needed to protect his General. He needed to lead his troopers to safe. He needed to think and act fast.

Obi-wan, sensing his dear Commander's anxiety and despair, he placed his both hands on Cody's shoulders, with the reassuring pressure. And gave him a warm smile.

"We are still alive, and together in here. I know we are all confused, but we will make this, Commander."

Cody nobbed. With his General, Ghost company can hide and survive under this madness. They will make it. Like always.

Cody's comm beeped, he checked the comm quickly. The massage from his brother, Rex. He was sending Clones the massage. Massage about the places they will gather, the warning about the Republic, the promises that they will meet soon alive. One of his brother was safe, at least this moment.

"General, I received massage from Captain Rex, they informed about a few places we will gather again."

Obi-wan's face had brightened for sudden. Cody could see his General worry about his old Padawan and grand Padawan. But he knew that even Rex was alive didn't mean that his General or Commander were alive together for sure. But they were one of the finest battalions in whole GAR, Cody just wished that many of 501st could make alive from Madalore.

"I suppose we need to meet another battalion, but I need to contact senators first."

By Obi-wan's voice, Vody looked at him with surprise while they were walking hurriedly under covering fire.

"Are you insane? The whole Republic is now our enemy, they will sell us!"

"Not all of them. I trust few of those people."

Cody rolled his eyes under helmet. His General wasn't really believing that they were safe to contact now?

"This is not about asking helps or supports. We may need to protect them as well."

Obi-wan told him with desperate voice. He never used those voice to Cody. He was professional Jedi, and the General who commanded whole battalion in harassing warzone. Cody finally looked to his General. Under the shadows and dusks, he finally saw his General's now exhausted and broken face.

"I need to contact to Padme. She was in danger as well, the Coruscant guards are protecting senators, but..."

"They are attacking senators too?"

"Only the ones who denied Chancellor. He ordered to execute everything who tries to stop this purge."

So the Chancellor was behind all of this. That bastard.

Now his other brothers are fighting in Coruscant, where was also Jedi's temple been placed. Fox always complained about how Chancellor blamed Jedis, and how he abused him and brothers to erase their individuality, and letting many netborn mess with them. He needed to shot that asshole, or at least let his brother commit his long wish.

Suddenly, Cody realized important fact. He got terrified from them.

"If Jedis in Coruscant are under attack... The Temple, they are being attacked now, right...?"

Obi-wan just nobbed, not answering with his voice anymore. If the Temple was being attacked, so many Padawans and younglings were also there, which means... No, if Coruscant guard decided to protect the senators, they would have gone to protect the Temple as well. They would never abandon Jedis, not after they saved Clones from slavery of chips.

Cody placed his hand to Obi-wan's neck, and gently dragged him, meeting their forehead in silence, despite the sounds of firing and bombing from distance. Troopers didn't stopped them, they knew they needed those small comforts for now. Cody spoke again after minute of silence.

"We will follow you. We will save them with you, General."

"I never doubted."

Obi-wan managed to answer with a wet voice.

"You are my gorgeous Commander, Cody."

Plo would never understand how he could manage to survive that crashing, When his troopers couldn't.

Maybe the warning, beeped in his communication suddenly, or maybe his sense from his species biology, or maybe the shoutings from his Wolfpack, calling him to get down from sky, or maybe because of his wingman's attempt to shield his General from fires behind them.

When Plo managed to gather conscious, he was being dragged by several strong arms from his former fighter's wreckage. He soon noticed, that the armors surrounding him were not grey like 104th's nor green like 442nd's. They were white like light, so they were Shinies. Confused with his still spinning head, he looked around, not noticing that he was crashed down directly to the Clone training position. Some troopers were injured or buried under wrecks, moaning or not making any sounds. Not even moving in pain. Plo sat up from his position in alert, despite the huge pains felt in everywhere in his body, but one Shiny pushed him down quickly.

"No, General. You can't stand right now!"

"The troopers... they are..."

"It's too late. You can't help them, not right now. We need to patch you first."

"Don't care about me, help your brothers. They need more help than me."

Shiny hesitated, not convinced while seeing Kel-Dor is gravelly injured by full force crashing. But Plo didn't care. He would not see anymore troopers suffered because of him, not after the Malevolence, not after Khorm.

Sudden explosion sound made them all trembled in area. Shinies looked around, confused and scared, and saw the Republic bombers approaching toward them from distance. The bombing was getting closer. Too closer.

Plo somehow knew what they were planning, despite he didn't really want to believe, but he shouted the warning to troopers around him, like the time when the original 104th were attacked by Malevolence.

"Brace for an impact!!"

Some Shinies throw themselves under the wreckage, but many of them couldn't move because of their injuries of the wreck which were pressing them on ground. Some Shines desperately attempted to drag their brothers from harm, but they knew, even with their own attached two legs, they would never be able to run away from bombing. The Shiny who was kneeling next to Plo tried to drag Jedi, only failing by the one last wreck that was trapping Plo's right arm in a twisted way.

"Go, hide from bombing now!"

Plo used his commanding voice to reason trooper, but the Shiny shaked his head and tried to move the wreck. It was too heavy for one man to lift. The bomber's sound was getting closer, Plo knew that it was too late for them to run away. So he did what he still could do: he threw himself on top of the Shiny, covering human with his own body. It was meaningless protest, but if the Force has mercy, Plo would give him all his Force to save this royal and brave trooper. He couldn't let him die.

The huge explosion heard from distance. Plo carefully looked up from ground, only seeing the bomber now going down with smoke coming from inside. And a few of fighters and gunships(Plo could notice the drawing in distance: Plo's bros, he never could miss that) were chasing it from side, and now approaching toward them with careful control.

The ships landed in distance, and right after that, the troopers inside ran out to Shinies, checking them and helping to move. In one of the fighter, one Commander shot out from the seat and ran to his General. Plo never felt this grateful to see his Commander again.

"General!!"

Wolffe almost threw himself to Plo's side. He quickly checked the situation, and helped Shiny to remove the wreck, finally freeing Plo's arm from restraint. The arm was twisted to the wrong side, but Plo still couldn't feel much of pain, maybe because of the shock. Wolffe assisted his General to stand up with Shiny in other side, and yelled to 104th and Shinies.

"Everyone, prepared to evacuation! We have limited places in gunships, so only immovable injured take the seats! The others will move on road under covering fire from Wolfpack!"

Many Shinies were still not aware of the situation, and some of them were too shocked to act anything, just blankly staring to Commander. Plo knew their reactions, and Wolffe did too, he also had experience with the shock from so much pain and grief. But there was no time to comfort or hug his brothers right now. They needed to escape and survive.

And Wolfpack will do anything to rescue his brothers, like they always did.

"I will be the one to lead the evacuation! If you have moving legs, assist your injured brother to gunships! We don't have much time, hurry!!"

The final shout from Commander made many Clones snapped out from shock, and they quickly moved to gather their brothers or move wreckages on Clones. Adove them, the remaining fighters were fighting with GAR to buy more times for evacuation.

Wolffe finally managed to drag his General to one of their Gunship. Comet on the ship dragged Plo in to seat and quickly checked his injuries. Sinker also appeared next to him, pulling out the medikit and bacta patches.

" You are really lucky to survive this, sir. This is a real mess."

"Is it fatal?"

Comet asked with worry in his voice.

"No, thankfully. At least in this situation. We have a lot more brothers in worse shape."

Sinker admitted with bitterness, placing patches in the worst of Plo's burns. The ship was already fully loaded with injured troopers, moaning and crying in pain and exhaustion. In the distance, Wolffe's voice heard again.

"Alright, that's everyone! Pilots, prepare for evacuation. The fighters will assist you until all Gunships arrive at the destination!"

With a quick answering, pilots moved to their ships. Warthog arrived at the Gunship where Plo was, with other Wolfpack members.

"General, I hope you don't mind some sickness. It will be a harsh ride."

"I have missed your unhindered driving as well, Warthog."

Plo's answer somehow managed Warthog to huff his little laughing despite the situation. He quickly moved to pilot's position while Wolffe and Boost approached to their pack.

"We will spread our team. Me and Boost will lead the evacuation on road, while you, Comet and Sinker take command of Gunships."

"Sir..."

Comet made protesting voice, but Wolffe stopped him with his hand up.

"They're no safe way in any way, and you need to lead the brothers, Comet. This is a difficult situation, but we still have the chance that we will all survive. We need to try best for this."

Like Malevolence, when their brothers were almost gone, and with no hope of being rescued or be founded, but Plo encourage them to never give up, and fight till the end for their survival, not losing their hope.

Plo never felt so proud of his mans. How they became stronger and braver despite the cruelty of this galaxy trying to smuggle them to dark.

Comet didn't argue anymore, and nobbed with determination. Sinker also nobbed and looked to Boost.

"Don't boost yourself without me."

"Hah, don't sink yourself when there's no me to drag your ass back."

Plo could feel the Wolffe's eyes rolling under his helmet.

Wolffe looked toward his General, one last moment, and raised his hand to gather Kel-Dor's hand together.

"Safe travel. And please watch my pack's back, General Plo."

"May the Force be with you all as well, Commander Wolffe."

He really wished for all of them to be with the Force. To the Force be with all of them.

I needed to write more but im tired sorry

Q. Plo's part is suspiciously longer

A. I beg your forgiveness. Wolfpack were my favorites and i couldn't help it

#star wars #the clone wars #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #captain rex #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #plo koon #commander wolffe #what have i done #my au #my whump #my writing

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You Can Let It All Go - Freefall, Chapter 2 | | The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader

Summary: Can you break someone's spirit if they're already inside themselves? If they've retreated into memories of happier times, of safety?

a/n: The chapters in this series are split into sections, Before and After. The before chapters are set during the Clone Wars, before TBB, with a slight AU. This chapter is mostly set 'before'

Warnings: hints of reader being in danger, fluff, oh god so much fluff, teasing brothers, flashback chapter set in the past, cuddling, teasing, Hunter in wet clothes

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They were trying to take everything from you. Your spirit, your strength, your power. They would keep going until nothing was left.

But they couldn’t take what was in your head.

They couldn’t take your memories.

Before

Coruscant always fascinated you. The way it felt almost real up on the higher levels, bright sunshine and open sky, plants that burst with colour and even a breeze that tickled your skin.

You especially loved the night sky, when they lowered some of the lights and you could find pockets of darkness where the real stars came through, winking and sparkling in colours you couldn’t even name.

But each level down, lower and lower, the light faded, the air became choked and the denizens became people you wouldn’t want to meet on those dark streets.

You supposed that was the downfall of the whole galaxy. Look a little deeper and things weren’t quite as they seemed.

There was barely a shift in the air around you, the smallest movement that any normal person wouldn’t have been able to feel.

But you were so tuned in, so aware of him, of all of them, that you’d feel them in your sleep. Even if the intensity of that awareness did surprise you sometimes.

You felt them all the time, moving around you like moons orbiting a planet. A unit that could not exist without the other.

You’d felt him approach a while ago, then settle into a state of stillness and calm, like he hadn’t wanted to disturb you.

Initially, you had been meditating, wanting to do it up here in the setting sun, and then under the stars rather than in a closed room.

He always managed to find you, always knew exactly where you were, all the time.

But as soon as that you’d sensed that feeling of strong warmth, fierce loyalty, a steady pulse that would never ever change… How could you focus?

So it had become a little game of sorts, you watching the skyline, feeling your Force sense itch to play, to wind through his ankles and drink up his steadiness, an anchor in the storm.

You still couldn’t put a finger on why you’d felt this strongly lately, why that admiration of how he led and moved had turned into something deeper and more intense.

But, you had had enough of the game. You wanted to talk, wanted to sit with him, just… be with him, without the clamour of battle or others. “You know, if you take a holograph, it’ll last longer. Then you can stare at me all the time, even when you’re brooding.” Your voice was light, playful, even if there was some kind of floaty feeling like wings in your chest.

“Should I ask why you’re staring so intensely at that skyline or do I not want to know?” Hunter’s deep, smooth baritone broke you free of your thoughts, his broad figure casting a slight shadow over your face. Then a very faint pout touched his lips, “And I do not brood.”

You gazed up at him finally, quirking an eyebrow, “Hunter, you brood more than anyone I know. You brood more than Cross, and that’s saying something.” There was a faint laugh in your voice, one that only he could draw out of you and you patted the space next to you, reading the silent question in his eyes even from down here.

Still, he hesitated a second as if to check you were okay with this, before he eased himself down, stretching one leg out and keeping the other up bent by his chest, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He grumbled the words but you could spy the tiny twitch of his lips, the glint in his eyes, reflecting the starlight from above.

His shoulder brushed yours with every easy breath he took, sending tiny shockwaves through you each time.

You chuckled a little again, looking out at the stars with him, just enjoying the quiet up here, the steady weight of the man beside you.

When you first joined the boys, Hunter would try and fill these silences, unsure of himself, the words sounding stilted almost. But it wasn’t until he began to learn that you liked the quiet moments with someone else, especially when you’d fallen into a non-verbal mood.

It was just… reassuring. To sit here, no pressure to talk, to just share each other's warmth and presence like the very anchor he felt like.

“Are you okay?” Hunter’s rough voice broke the silence after a moment, and you could tell he had been fighting to ask from the moment he found you up here. He was so in tune to his squad, not just from those enhanced senses but because that was his job as a Sergeant. That’s what Rex would do, and that’s what Hunter tried to do and be.

A star sparked and shot across the sky, bursting into hundreds of tiny fragments, capturing your attention and you let out a breathless smile at the sight, not caring if it was real or if this was a simulation. It was still breathtaking.

Hunter gazed down at you, wondering why you’d fallen silent but then he caught your expression, the wonder filling your eyes that gave him a glimpse of the girl beneath Ghost, the one who just wanted to see the world, without all the smoke and carnage and pain.

It hit him like a bantha tearing over his chest, the sudden urge, no the desire, to give you that freedom, that space to become the girl you really were underneath the armour the war gave you and you donned to protect yourself.

You watched the star fall toward the horizon, drawing your eyes to land on the shining Jedi Temple across the city, the beacon to all that their galaxy was protected. Of course, there was something to be said about the fact that it sat on the highest level, the cleanest level whilst everyone else toiled and fought miles below.

If he noticed you avoiding the question, he didn’t say anything, choosing instead to focus on what you were feeling right now, “Do you miss it? Being in the Temple, being with General Skywalker and the others?” He adjusted his arm resting on his knee, his shoulder brushing yours again, sending yet more tingly shocks through your blood.

Did you miss it?

That was the question, wasn’t it?

A thoughtful little hum rose from your chest, making you cock your head as you still watched the Temple, “I do miss them, being with them and getting into trouble. I miss the way it felt so easy, like it was us four against the world, you know?” You looked over at Hunter, knowing that's how he felt with his boys, “That even though everything can be turning into a mess outside, you still have that close knit bond that nothing can break.”

He nodded, a faint smile touching his lips as he no doubt thought of his brothers, “You always have each other, no matter what.” He toyed with something in his hands, a rock or something from the roof, “We could see how close you all were when we were on Skako Minor, the way you all moved without needing to see each other, the way you trusted each other.” Hunter was quiet for a moment, “You were the only one who truly believed Rex. I could see it in your eyes, you had the same look as he did.”

A cold breeze danced down your neck and you shivered lightly, drawing your gaze away from the Temple, bringing it down to where your sabers rested on the ground in front of you, “I knew. I always felt something, I felt something at the end of the Force but I could never put my finger on what it meant. I just knew he wasn’t dead… And when Rex told me what he’d found, I realised what it was. That he was alive.” You toyed with the belt clip on the end of your lightsaber, needing something to occupy your hands with, “I would have gone with Rex alone to find him. There was no way I was leaving one of my soldiers, one of my best friends behind.” A heavy breath escaped its way from your chest, because that mission was one of those that had set up permanent residence in your brain, choosing to rear its head on the nights you attempted to sleep.

Hunter brought his other leg up to his chest, swapping so the one closest to you was stretched out, opening his body up to you, giving you a space, “The way you and Rex tore through that facility, the determination in your eyes… It was what I feel for my brothers, that acceptance that you would do anything to protect them.” His brows drew in heavily, jaw clenching and the pattern of his tattoo rippled along his skin, “I’ll never forget what he looked like in there, hooked up to that machine.”

You swallowed the bitter taste that arose in your throat, that crawling sensation that skittered over your skin like a thousand tiny legs. In the darkness of the shadows, you saw Echo hooked up to those machines, saw the life being pumped out of him, the way they’d changed him, tried to dehumanise him. “Me either.” The echoed words were hollow, that sensation becoming almost too much to bear and you instinctively curled your nails into your palms, desperate to feel that sharp bite of pain, needing something to shake away that clammy feeling and the memories that followed, the way you tore through the facility and wrecked vengeance on those that hurt your best friend.

So much blood.

He didn’t say anything, just shifted closer, his hip then his side coming in to press against yours. His warmth seeped into your bones, chasing away that feeling like sunlight on ice and you sunk against him without a second’s hesitation, allowing your body to unclench as you trusted in him to hold you up.

Safe. Steady. Two of the things you always associated with Hunter, no matter the situation, even if you were disagreeing over something.

He was a sturdy shelter in the storm, so much like Rex, yet his own man too.

“What was he like? Before all of this?” Hunter’s voice rumbled gently from above your head as the weight of his jaw rested carefully against your hair, the sensation sending more of those pleasant shivers through your body and calming you.

You brought your legs up so your knees rested against his thigh, allowing your eyes to unfocus, for that part of your mind to dissociate and turn to happier memories, “Headstrong. Vibrant. A soldier so incredibly loyal to his men and Commanders that he wouldn’t hesitate to do the right thing.” You smiled a little, feeling your eyes turn a little heavy with Hunters warmth, “Much like he is now, actually.”

Hunter chuckled very softly, more a rough hum in his throat, “Yeah, you got that right.” He breathed once, twice, voice softer, “Was he happy?”

You released a sigh of your own now, allowing your eyes to drift closed, “We all were… But despite everything, I wouldn't change a thing. This was the path chosen for me by me. If I stayed where I was.. Maybe I wouldn't have been truly happy after all. I wouldn't have been whole, I wouldn’t have been myself.” The words might not be making sense, but they were important, and you needed to tell him how grateful you were, “I can be myself with you and the boys, Hunter. I don’t need to hide who I am.”

As if he felt the way your body was relaxing - which he most likely did, he carefully settled his arm over your shoulders, large hand encompassing the top of your arm as he rubbed it gently, “You never need to hide with us, Ghost. You’re one of us now.” He lightly tapped the top of your arm, where your own version of the Batch’s skull sat on your armour when you had it on, “You’re what we always needed, what we didn’t even realise we were missing.”

A happy hum lifted from your lips, your body lulled into sleep almost instantly just from his presence, his warmth. You didn’t know how he did it, how he made your brain and body give into the slumber you so desperately tried to fend off with caf and stims. But like this, with him… There were rarely any nightmares, like they didn’t dare venture out of the dark for fear of the hunter tearing them apart.

Hunter rested his chin on the top of your head, eyes closed as he felt you slump into him, heard your breathing even out and he spoke the rest of his words into the Coruscant night, “What I didn’t realise I was missing.”

The change from warm body to cool sheets stirred you from your sleep, making you blink with sleepy eyes, seeing the blurry shape of Hunter filling your vision, “Hunt?” The words were incoherent, sleep still taking over your brain so all your defences, your walls… They were gone.

You felt his heart stumble through that permanent Force link you kept with the boys… Or maybe you just imagined it in this state, “I’m here, Ghost. It’s okay, I’m just putting you to bed.” He settled you in comfortably, making sure your head was supported by pillows before he brought your covers up over your body, their warm weight already easing you back down.

As he smoothed them over your shoulders, you were suddenly hit with the undeniable urge to have him stay here, to revel in that feeling of safety and the knowledge that you could let go of those walls and just be. You didn’t have to think, you didn’t have to use your head or feel or do anything. Right now, in this space, you could just be you. “Stay…” Sleep was beginning to drag you down but you fought against it, needing him to understand.

Hunter hesitated, his honey-dark eyes widening in the faint light of your room as he gazed down at you, one hand still on your shoulders, “Ghost…” He breathed the word, wondering if he heard you correctly, if this was something you truly wanted.

You managed to fight sleep enough to force your eyes open, focusing on him and you laced your fingers through his own warm, rough ones, the hands of a soldier, just like your own, “Hunt, please stay with me.” You looked up into his eyes, eyes that kept you safe, eyes that you’d seen countless times and trusted but yet they were so unique in their own right.

His entire expression softened at the nickname, the question, his neck bobbing as he swallowed and he nodded, “Of course.” He settled himself carefully on the edge of the bed, as if to perch there and watch over you but it wasn’t enough.

You shook your head a little, clutching his hand closer, fighting to keep your head upright, “No…” You squeezed his hand, willing him to understand the words you were too tired to say.

But this was Hunter, and he knew you. He didn’t need enhanced senses for that, even if it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest and his breathing felt unsteady. It was a feeling he felt around you, but he just couldn’t put a name to it, couldn’t put a name to the cacophony of intense emotion he felt whenever it came to you. “Okay, okay... One second.” He squeezed your hand back, allowing you to move first and disentangle your fingers before he walked around the bed, hesitating again before the mattress sunk and he sat down next to you with his legs stretched out and back against the headboard.

He just hoped the darkness of your room was enough to hide how badly he was shaking right now.

You made a noise, a sleepy one as you shuffled onto your other side and rated your head over his thigh, letting unconsciousness begin to claim you once more, “Thank you…” The words were a whispered breath carried on the unshadowed truth of the nightime as you relaxed once more.

Hunter rested a hand on your shoulder, the other subconsciously carding through your hair as he marvelled at the feeling of it on his skin, “Anytime…”

And there he sat, unmoving, unwavering, watching over you and wondering where in the hell he would start to unravel everything in his mind when it came to the Batch’s Ghost.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun was shining brightly the next morning, the warmth feeling almost real as you wandered from your apartment toward the Batch’s usual haunt. You had a pretty good guess that they’d be at the shipyard, the clear day providing them with the chance to work on the Marauder.

With some careful words to the right people, you’d secured them a few days off under the claims of regrouping after their mission and saying you would work with them in training.

In reality, you’d asked Master Plo and he’d said yes straight away and said he’d sort everything out. Big softy.

You’d woken up from your sleep last night feeling… remarkably refreshed. There were no nightmares. No lingering effects of the stims that you used to run from the memories.

Sleep had surrounded you in its arms and allowed you to rest peacefully, no doubt thanks to the man who stayed by your side all night.

When you’d woken up, he was gone, which you’d expected.

At first you thought it had been a dream, asking him to stay. You’d never normally cross that line, but you’d been so tired, and the thought of being alone had crushed you.

Then you felt the lingering warmth of the bed beside you and caught the masculine scent of him still gently caressing the air and you realised he had stayed the whole time. Watched over you and your dreams, protecting you when you were at your most vulnerable.

He always protected you.

You were beginning to head down a path that you usually tried not to let yourself follow, lest it send you tumbling into a black hole of spiralling thoughts and realisations about your emotions, discoveries you weren’t sure you were ready to admit yet.

Luckily, your dissociation meant that the trip to the shipyard had gone quicker than expected, and there was the Marauder, sitting proudly and lovingly with her angled gleaming under the Coruscant sun.

As you got closer, your boots hit puddles of soapy water, the fresh scent of it hitting your nose as well as that particular scent of wet duracrete in the sun… It was a silly little thing that made you smile, a scent that just felt good and familiar as you approached the half wet, half dry ship.

Despite the puddles on the ground, you were still as silent as your namesake, hearing and feeling him, as well as Tech’s particular and unique force aura. You always imagined them as colours, Hunter a deep, rich red and Tech a glimmering gold.

When you were all together, and you tuned into the force around you, it was like a shimmering, shifting blanket of colour in your head. Each one mingling perfectly with the one around it, beautiful on their own but gorgeous all together. It helped to chase away the emptiness and filled you with light rather than darkness.

“... could add upgrades to make the ship faster, if I could get my hands on the parts.” Tech’s voice reached you when you finally paused in the shadow of the upbent wings, peering round the corner to observe your boys.

Hunter was… Stars above. He was the first thing your eyes landed on, in just his black flight suit, sleeves rolled up past his forearms to reveal the lines of his tattoo marking out his bones. The fabric was a little wet, clinging to him more than usual and cutting sharp lines across the broad expanse of his shoulders, not to mention the way it gave you an unaltered view of his waist.

Pull it together, Ghost!

You could practically hear Anakin laughing in the back of your head, doubled over with a hand on his chest and a teasing grin on his face as he watched his one of best friends turn into a drooling mess.

“Faster? Are you planning on getting us in trouble, Tech?” Hunter’s voice held a playful tone, eyes glittering as he passed a wet sponge over the ship above his head, arm straining and muscles rippling, “I didn’t have you pegged for such a speedster.”

Tech poked his head out of the ships inner workings, brows furrowed as he stared at his brother, “Hunter, you have known me for as long as we can both conceivably remember, and for as long as we have been in a unit, the ship’s piloting duties have always fallen to m-”

“I’m joking, brother.” Hunter cut off Tech’s word dump before he worked himself up, with a good natured roll of his eyes, “I’ll have a word with Rex and some of the others, maybe they can find what you need. Make a list.” He paused, water running down his knuckles and down his forearm, “You have a list already, don’t you?”

Head already back inside the ship, Tech’s voice came out somewhat muffled, “Of course. I had one compiled since the last mission when I noticed the upgrades would be beneficial to us.” He was sprawled out on the ground, one leg bent up with his foot planted on the ground, with a myriad of tools surrounding him.

Hunter chuckled softly, a rough noise that rumbled in his throat and chest as a smile tugged at the edges of his lips, “Of course you did.” He dunked the sponge back into the bucket of water by his feet, his head ducking down and thick strands of his umber hair falling forward, slipping over the bandana and into his eyes.

It made your fingers twitch, ache to brush it aside and follow the line of it down his jaw, to trace his tattoo again and watch his eyes flutter closed at the touch of affection all of you had been starved of.

Anakin really would be beaming at you now, that knowing look in his eyes as he nudged you with an elbow, “Daydreaming again, Sparks?”

“When I gave you your nickname, I didn’t think you’d use those skills on us, you know.” Hunter’s words, directed at you this time made you jump, heart leaping to your throat like you’d been caught because… Well. You had been caught. Caught oogling him?

You muttered a silent curse to yourself before moving around the ship and coming into view, feet splashing in the water now, “I only just got here, I think your Hunter-senses might be running thin.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you prayed that the sun could be to blame for any flush in your cheeks.

You were an ex-Jedi commander!!! You didn’t blush or get flustered!

Hunter raised a dark brow at you, those eyes of his twinkling in the golden light above, “You do realise those senses told me where you were the second you set foot in the shipyard, right?” He rose to his full height, water pooling from his hand onto the floor and he cocked his head at you, “You forget how intune we are to you, Ghost. Just like you are with us.” Had his voice gotten rougher? Deeper? Or did it just feel that way because he was looking at you with an expression you couldn’t name, one that set that fluttering feeling loose again.

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, lost for words for once and you instead focused on the pooling water by his feet, “That is.. Completely unfair.” You breathed the words, unable to stop the grin that shone on your own face, brightening your expression and revealing that same troublesome playfulness that bonded you and Anakin so closely.

Hunter stepped closer to you, the scent of him washing over your senses just as a breeze swept over the shipyard, “Unfair, huh?” He tipped his head back, gazing down his nose at you, still smiling, “That why your cheeks are flushed? Are you feeling a little warm, Ghost?” His eyes darted past you toward Tech, an almost imperceptible nod there.

Wicked, wicked man.

Damn.

You cleared your throat, refusing to miss a beat and you tipped your own head back, “In case you hadn’t noticed under all that hair, it’s rather warm and sunny today. It’s just the heat of the day, that’s all.” You resisted the urge to cross your arms, leaving them loose at your sides, even as you toyed with the edge of your saber.

“Actually, according to my data,” Tech’s voice suddenly came from a couple feet behind you, and you jumped, actually startled, “Your body temperature isn’t high enough to cause a flush from the sun. You do, however, have an elevated heart rate and your breaths per minute have increased above your usual level.”

You spun round to face him, watching as he pushed his goggles up with the hand not holding his datapad, expression neutral but you swore you could see a smile playing about his eyes and feel it in the shimmery golden aura that surrounded him, “Tech!! You’re reading my vitals?!” Even you could hear the way your voice flickered an octave higher than usual, completely destroying your mock indignation, “You two are ganging up on me!!”

Hunter chuckled softly, sharing a look with Tech as he moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with his brother, “Ganging up on you? But if we’re wrong, surely there’s nothing for us to team up against?” His head tilted again, his expression so clear and bright, even it was full of teasing aimed at you.

Damn these stupidly attractive, smart brothers. They knew you too well. The only people in the galaxy who could reduce you to a damn blushing, wordless mess. Stars above, you needed to reign yourself in and have a word.

Tech peered down at his data pad, “Interesting. Your heart rate has increased by thirteen beats in just a few moments.” He looked back up, honey eyes imploring, “Perhaps you need to sit down, Ghost. A sudden increase in heart rate can cause a rush of blood to the head.” There. Now the smile twitched his lips, making his eyes as liquid gold as Hunter’s, matching expressions as they both stood there filling your vision.

Even you could feel the blush now, sucking in a breath and then you laughed, shaking your head and running a hand across your hair, “Damn you both.” You rolled your eyes, planting your hands on your hips, “I bet you were sitting there planning that, weren’t you? From the second you knew I was here.” You turned your attention to Hunter, raising your eyebrows at him, smile turning into a full grin now.

He opened his mouth to speak, but Tech took a step forward, leaning into it and holding up a hand, “Actually,” He cut a glance to Hunter, but carried on, “I noticed Hunter had the same reaction as you upon your entrance to the shipyard. His heart rate-”

“Right.” Hunter suddenly moved forward, shouldering past his brother - gently - and he pushed the wet cloth in your hands, “Since you’re here bright and early, you can help with the ship.” He cleared his throat, “C’mon, it won’t clean itself.” He spun round and moved back to the Marauder, picking up the dry cloth he’d been using to polish the surface after it air dried.

What was that all about?

Tech avoided your curious gaze, turning to move back to the engine but not before you caught that certain look in his eyes, the one he wore when he might have started to discover something no one else had and he needed to know the answer.

With a puff of your cheeks and another soft laugh, you joined the boys at the ship, dunking the cloth in the bucket and falling into an easy routine with them beneath the Coruscant sun.

Now

You had never been this cold before.

Not even on the missions to Hoth, or when you used to visit Kamino with the boys.

This cold… it wasn’t just temperature. It was agony. It was the type of cold that seeps into your bones, your soul, chasing away every warm feeling, every phantom touch that lingered from memory.

They were trying to break you, trying to crack that shield wrapped around your heart and mind that kept you whole, safe.

You had survived so much, so so much.

You just had to survive a little longer.

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