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fionajames · 3 months

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"are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry."

🤭 Captain Rex (OR ECHO, you pick) x Reader possibly?

THANK YOU I LUV U JAMIE HOPE YOURE DAY WAS AMAZING

A/N: Okay so I love this!!!! Sorry this is a little short tho! I hope you had an even better day!!!!!!!!! LOVE YA!!!!! Send requests please and enjoy!!!! Do me a favor people, and go vote on my new polls! Its very quick! Click here!!!

Rex rolled his shoulders back as he approached your apartment, sighing when the knob twisted in his hand. Unlocked, as always. Of course it worried him, many things about your apartment worried him. Like the windows that wouldn’t lock, the heater that seemed to spontaneously burst into flames every once in a while, and the hundreds of feet between your window and the ground - if you had to escape.

He entered the apartment and closed the door roughly - rolling his eyes at yet another thing to worry him; the door not closing easily. He called your name out quietly, glancing around. Your apartment was simple, cheap and messy. Papers were strewn all over the furniture and floor, and there even seemed to be reminders stuck to the ceiling above the couch.

Rex moved from the main room to your bedroom, sighing fondly when he spotted you, your figure hunched over your desk - eyes closed in sleep. He placed his helmet by the bed and moved to examine your sleeping state - double checking you had a good, steady pulse - before placing a soft kiss to the crown of your forehead and returning to the kitchen area.

He made a cup of caff and stood in the window, staring out at the lights of Coruscant. Rex’s pointer finger absent-mindedly traced the crack on the pane. Your living conditions would always worry him, even if you lived in the safest place in the galaxy. Now, he had reason to worry.

After spending a while sorting the assortment of papers covering your house and folding away the blankets, he returned to your room. “Are you awake yet?” He whispered softly, kneeling beside your chair.

“No,” you murmured bluntly and he chuckled, watching you stir slightly.

“Oh, okay sorry,” he replied lightly, moving to sit down on the bed. He picked up your holopad and was reading through an article when he was suddenly tackled. Rex looked down to see you with your face buried in his chest - now wearing civilian clothing.

He laughed softly, placing the holopad down and moving to massage your scalp comfortingly, earning a pleased hum from your lips. He was grateful that you were finally sleeping, as you rarely did with all your college work.

And so, Rex lay and held you until you fell asleep, him along with you not too long later.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, send requests please!!!!!!!

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#clone troopers #tcw #501st legion #anakin skywalker #clones #captain rex #the clone wars #ahsoka #clone wars #star wars #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #ka’ra writes ❤️

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fionajames · 4 months

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Christmas with the Greasers; Headcanons

Hey guys these are some headcanons about the Greasers for Christmas!

Enjoy, and please send requests!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!

Ponyboy

Loves Christmas.

Buys everyone books in hopes of getting them to like them more. Then has to read them because half of them can’t read to save a life.

He made everyone wait until all the others were there to open presents.

The only one who can make a tea for Darry.

He and Johnny team up to try and get Dally to enjoy Christmas.

Pony goes to Church on Christmas Eve alone. Even though he no longer goes regularly, it reminds him of his parents.

Sodapop

Puts tinsel fucking everywhere.

Y’know how tinsel has like the fine little strips? Yeah, you’ll be finding bits of that in your food for weeks.

Buys everyone like lollies from the DX and writes badly spelt cards.

Puts decorations everywhere as well.

Managed to put a Santa hat on Dally’s head and doesn’t end up getting beat somehow.

But like, are you gonna punch a golden retriever? No. Not even Dally could do that.

Darry

Does this whole thing my parents do where he goes “I’m not getting up until someone makes me a cup of fucking tea.”

Enjoys watching 5 teenage boys rush to make a cup of tea while Dally just smokes a cigarette.

They have a tradition of all the gang celebrating at the Curtis house, as if they were all blood-family.

Gets everyone good presents.

Puts on Holiday Inn and White Christmas and shushes anyone who talks during during the films.

Johnny

He and Pony team up to get Dally to enjoy Christmas ofc.

Makes cookies and gives them in little packages to everyone.

Actually likes the Christmas movies Darry puts on.

Throws snowballs at socs with Dally but hides when they turn.

Sleeps over at the Curtis house with the others ofc and doesn’t go home at all, too scared of his family.

Decorates a lot but we’ll, unlike Soda who’s just crazed.

Dally

Christmas Day is the only day Darry lets him smoke inside the house so he takes full advantage of that.

Really doesn’t see the point on Christmas.

Although, he does kind of grow to like it through the constant forceful nature of Johnny and Pony.

Gets everyone like, a pack of cigarettes or something like that.

Threw snowballs and passer-bys.

Bought Buck a pack of cigarettes and Buck cried. One of the first hugs he didn’t immediately escape.

(I love the idea that Buck is just a sweet, lonely guy. Cause we don’t really know his personality, I headcanon him as a sweetheart).

Two-Bit

First up and is running wild in the house to wake everyone up.

Burnt himself but dropping boiling water on his like whilst trying to make Darry’s tea.

Complained about it for approximately 1.896 seconds before resuming running around whilst holding an ice pack to his leg.

Gets everyone a bottle of coke or something.

Screams happily when the Mickey Mouse Christmas specials come on.

No one is sad around Two-Bit but especially on Christmas cause he’s just an actual fucking child on Christmas.

Steve

Bought proper and good gifts but mostly so he could brag that he gave the best gifts.

Tried to suffocate Soda with tinsel when he almost ate a bit of green tinsel.

Puts snow down Socs backs as they go past and uses Dally as a shield when they get angry.

Tries to watch the films but gets bored and makes snarky remarks throughout them.

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fionajames · 2 months

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Can I please please request a little thing about echo x female reader please 😭 like it’s not a slow burn and it’s established and it’s fluffy because I can’t take the angst at this time of the month (iykyk) I BEG OF THEE 🙏🏻 answer/write it whenever don’t feel pressured. love you, ka’ra ❤️

cold and cookies, echo x reader

A/N: HEY GUYS IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG GE'TAL!!!!!!!!! I'M WRITING A PROMPT LIST RN BTW, SO THAT SHOULD BE OUT LATER HOPEFULLY!!!!!! ENJOY, AND PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!

Echo rolled his shoulders back and yawned, wincing as his breath warmed the surrounding air, a sharp contrast to the coolness of the planet. The cold climate was a reminder of you, and that was something that he cherished.

Any time a cold breeze would brush over his skin - no matter the planet - he was reminded of your home. Today, the planet was the one you lived upon, and he was quickly walking to your house.

Hunter followed by his side, your best friend through fire and flood. He was how Echo and you had met, after he’d been embarrassingly rescued by you and your steed. Hunter had been captured by Separatists and dragged away to their base, but he’d never made it there.

Echo and you were - as Crosshair claimed - two fools in sickening love.

Echo had never had an issue with the title as that would be rather hypocritical of him, especially now as he walked to your house with a giddy grin. With each step, snow squished under his boot and ice nipped his skin. The snowy planet was beautiful, but deadly cold.

“Good morning, Hjiu,” Echo called to an elderly woman setting up her stall in the town centre. She gave him a kind smile, greeting both of them and insisting they bring you along to the market.

Echo picked up pace when he spotted the front door of your house, pulling his helmet off and holding it under his arm, the biggest grin plastered on his face. He knocked on the door quickly, the knock itself monotone and unrevealing.

-

You lifted your head as a knock rang through your house, a brow quirked at the sound. You weren’t expecting anyone. Perhaps it was Hjui, or the kids who begged you to play with them.

You strolled to the door, hand grasping the cold doorknob unbothered. Twisting it and opening the door, your eye immediately lit up. In front of you stood Echo, his grin so big and cheerful he practically glowed.

“Echo!” You cried, lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck, ignoring the armour painfully digging into your own neck. He murmured a sweet nickname as he returned the hug, kissing the top of your head and spinning you around.

You giggled as he twirled you around in the air before pulling you into his chest, his grin only growing. Hunter watched with a soft expression, pleased his brother had found his other half.

Once Echo finally let go of you, you hugged Hunter quickly, having missed your best friend almost as much as you’d missed your boyfriend. Echo didn’t let you leave his side for longer than a minute as he pulled you back, pressing a soft kiss and to your forehead like a whisper.

A promise, not to let go.

Which was kept, as he dragged you to the market and didn’t let go of your hand. After an hour or two of waking around the market, you dragged the squad to your house with promises of cookies and hot chocolate.

Even Crosshair came relatively willingly, ever so soft for his brother’s sunny girlfriend. The squad had long ago adopted you as one of their members, arm in arm with them until the end of time.

They sat in your kitchen, Tech assessing the temperatures for the next few days. The boys despised the cold weather of your home planet, but had all silently agreed it was worth it to come see you.

To Echo, you were his girlfriend, his soulmate, his other half. After the Citadel, everything seemed dark, and then you bounded into his light and shone light on his situation like an angel from above.

You were Hunter’s best friend, a platonic soulmate if you will. You too could spend hours playfighting and then play board games. You were two sides of the same credit.

To Tech you were his sister, woven into his life by his brother. The same went for Wrecker and Crosshair, unaware they’d become so attached to the girl from the frozen planet.

You smiled as the squad fought over the last cookie, reaching over and grasping it in your hand. Gently breaking it in two, you gave one half to Echo before eating the second yourself. You laughed as they continued to bicker, unaware there was nothing left to fight over.

Echo wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and placing a featherlight kiss to the side of your neck. He chuckled softly at the scene ahead, drawing the attention of his brothers.

They spotted the last bite of the cookie in your hand just as you ate it, silence filling the air as you swallowed it. Wrecker lunged forward and grabbed you in a bear hug, laughter and shouts filling the air as you squirmed in his grasp.

An hour went by quickly as you play fought with the squad, ending with you triumphantly holding a pillow over Hunter’s face as he laughed. Echo scooped you up and carried you to your room, soothing you through your fit of giggles.

“Goodnight, cyar’ika,” he told you as he tugged at the hem of his shirt, still unused to the civilian clothing. Echo leaned over to kiss you, smiling widely as he relaxed by your side.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!!!! PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!!!!!!!

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fionajames · 4 months

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shark toy

A/N: Hello, @marmaladedcroissant this is for you, sorry its short.

Darry stumbled into the living room, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Today was his birthday, and therefore, the gang had all chipped in their money to give him a present.

Last year they’d given him a new pillow after his old one got ruined, this year, he had no idea what they would give him

In the living room - as expected - stood the gang, crowded around a very messily wrapped blob. Darry raised a brow at the strangely shaped thing, before he was tackled in a hug by Ponyboy. He laughed as he patted his younger brother’s back.

“Happy Birthday, Darry!” Pony exclaimed, and Two-Bit started singing a very strange tune that was supposed to be ‘Happy Birthday’ except he kept hiccuping and the tune sounded more like a waltz.

“Thanks, Pony,” Darry replied, ruffling his hair. Soda gave him a hug too, and then proceeded to fall over Steve, who was laying on the floor.

Even Dally said happy birthday, standing in the doorway with a smile and a cigarette dangling from his fingers. Darry opened his mouth to tell him off, before realising that he was technically outside.

Johnny gave him a small hug before rushing off and returning with a chocolate cake, icing dribbling down the sides and the candles all lopsided. But Darry had to admit, it looked good.

They all sang happy birthday, in such a horrible way it made Darry wince. But they were all beaming, and so was he, so it was good.

Then, Steve threw the present at him, telling him to open it. The gang crowded sounds eagerly, watching Darry tear the wrapping paper quickly. From the place where he’d ripped it open, he could see tufts of blue fluff. He frowned in confusion.

Once he’d torn the wrapping paper off the gift, Darry could see what it was. A shark toy, with a big open mouth, blue fur and adorable black eyes.

Darry wasn’t sure why they’d given him a shark toy, but he instantly loved it.

A huge grin broke across his face as he wrapped his arms around the shark toy, pulled it into his chest and held it close to him. He muttered his thanks before sitting in his chair, the toy in his lap.

The gang exchanged bewildered looks before shrugging and moving on.

“What are you gonna name him?” Pony asked, sitting down on the couch and watching his brother.

“Flitzergene,” Darry said solemnly, and he sounded like a little kid. He looked like one too. In fact, he looked ridiculous. Tall, broad-shoulder and muscular, but now he was hunched protectively over a stuffed toy.

“What the fuck?” Dally called from the doorway upon hearing the name.

“Language,” Darry snapped, glaring at him. “It’s a good name.”

Dally scoffed, shrugged and muttered, “Okay, man, that’s your opinion,” before flicking the cigarette out into the grass and entering the house.

The entire day, Darry carried around the shark toy, his face usually buried in the flying of its head. The gang were surprised, but it sure was funny to see.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!!

#greasers #the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #dallas winston #two bit mathews #johnny cade #steve randle #ka’ra writes ❤️

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fionajames · 5 months

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hot chocolate: rex x reader.

pt. 2 is out here!!!

@techs-goggles9902 this is for you!

sorry this is so short, my concussion is causing my head to throb.

PLEASE! GO CHECK OUT MY FIRST CHAPTER OF GHOST HUNTER CLUB PEOPLE. ITS A SAM AND COLBY FIC AND I SPENT DAYS WRITING IT. LITERAL DAYS.

this is part of the au where order 66 never happens because fives exposes palpatine, fox kills him, and then clones gain rights!!!

Enjoy and request!

(as we can see - per example of this one shot - jamie is not skilled in cheesy romantic things.)

You opened your door with a grin to reveal Rex, standing in the snow in thick warm clothes and a huge grin. “Hey, Cyar’ika,” he greeted, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Hey, Rex,” you replied, grasping the edges of your beanie and pulling them down over your ears further, closing and locking your door behind you. “Ready?”

“Of course,” the blonde Clone responded, kissing your cheek before leading you away from your house. The plan was simple, a simple date, as it always was with you two. Rex may have been an extremely romantic guy, but he was not an extreme date guy. There were other ways to be romantic.

You two walked through the town with huge grins, towards your first destination. You pushed the door to the cafe open with a grin and waved to Echo who was stood at the counter.

“Two hot chocolates, I presume?” He asked, high-fiving his brother as you nodded. He called backwards to Jesse who yelled back a greeting.

Not long later, you and Rex were wandering the streets and gazing at the Christmas lights with huge grins and take-away cups of steaming hot chocolate. “Look at those!” Rex exclaimed, pointing to a house with strings and strings of red and green lights dangling from the roof, coating the entire house.

You laughed.

“It’s so pretty,” you whispered, staring starry-eyed at the lights.

Rex turned to you with a soft smile.

“Just like someone I know,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“That’s cheesy,” you teased back as he laughed, wrapping you up in a hug, his chin on top of your head.

“Cheesy only for you.”

hope you enjoyed!

white christmas feels unnatural too me, but its the only thing i ever really hear about. 😭

send in requests please!!!

EDIT: STOP! I SEE PEOPLE LIKING THIS ALL THE TIME! WHAT IS IT IN THIS Y'ALL LIKE?! WHY IS IT SO POPULAR?! TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

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fionajames · 5 months

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sam golbach x reader

hello guys! this is sam x reader. i have not mentioned the word y/n or any specific genders for the reader! (if i have, please let me know so i can change it!)

today (27th of nov) is sam's birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so happy birthday to sam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im really grateful towards snc and sam in particular for being such a cheerful guy.

anyways, hope you enjoy!!!!

(also snc fans, please request things)

edit: GUYS DO WE WANT A PART TWO? SEND A REQUEST OR COMMENT IF YES. PELASE

The sun seeped through the windows of the bookshop as you rolled back your shoulders, taking a sip of your coffee and moving to flip the front door’s sign to read ‘Open’.

It was a slightly dreary Saturday morning, because even though the sun was glowing a beautiful yellow, the pavement was covered in puddles and the windows were the hosts of hundreds of water drop races. The last half-an-hour of your life had been spent watching three raindrops race down the huge window pane quickly, but now, they had formed a puddle at the base.

Saturdays in the bookshop were inconsistent.

Most of the time, lots of people would come - usually spread throughout the day but around early afternoon was a popular time - and browse or buy, but sometimes, only a few people would come in. And so, you sat behind the front desk of your mediaeval-looking bookshop with your nose buried in a book you’d bought yourself.

An hour or so went by before the little bell above the door rang as someone entered.

Quickly, you looked up, and immediately your eyes fell on the person who’d entered.

Looking around your shop curiously was a boy who seemed to be your age with short gold hair that was gleaming in the yellow light, shining like the sun itself. His eyes were a shade of baby blue, sparkling and swirling with flecks of various blues as they studied the books carefully. He had creamish pink skin and was wearing a blue and white hoodie with black ripped jeans.

To anyone else, he looked like a boy.

To you, he looked like a descendant of Apollo himself.

You watched with piqued interest as he looked around the store, whether it was something in particular he was searching for, you couldn’t tell.

And then, all of a sudden, he raised his gaze, and it locked with yours.

You found yourself guiltlessly inspecting his eyes from a distance, watching the swimming blue calm before you, glistening with intrigue just like you expected your own eyes were. The two of you found yourselves admiring each other, completely oblivious to the other doing the same and the time spent doing so.

Your thoughts were only knocked from their Cloud 9 headspace when a familiar person entered the shop, the doorbell ringing like an alarm arising you from your sleep. You turned to see your most common customer, an elderly woman with grey hair tied in a bun, wise brown eyes, olive skin and dressed in a cardigan with her half-moon glasses.

“Miss Xena!” You greeted cheerfully as the woman entered the store, glancing between you and the boy. She raised a smirkish eyebrow at you. “How are you?”

“Could be better,” Xena croaked, smirking to herself as she hobbled over to you. The Apollo descendant coughed awkwardly and tore his gaze from you, his face flushing pink. “How has your day been, sweetheart?”

You smiled to Xena - as that was her first name, you only called her Miss Xena out of politeness, even though she insisted you call her by simply her first name - and made friendly conversation with her. At one point, she glanced around the store in search of the new boy, and when she discovered he wasn’t in sight, she bent over the desk to whisper in your ear.

“That boy is admiring you,” she whispered into your ear with a huge smirk and you laughed, pink dusting over your cheeks lightly. “And you're admiring him.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, Miss,” you whispered back and she laughed deeply.

“In my day, if you thought someone was attractive, you asked him out,” Xena replied in a teasing tone and again, you chuckled. Xena said ‘in my day’ so much it was getting hard to tell actually how old she was. As far as you knew, she was an immortal old lady, born who-knows-when.

“Alright,” you agreed none-the-less, as Xena wouldn’t stop bothering you unless you did agree. And as much as you loved the old woman, you did want to continue admiring this golden boy without any witnesses.

Xena bought her book - something by Anne Frank from the late forties - and quickly left the shop, but not without reminding you of your job.

Once she’d left, you let out a sigh of relief and slumped over your desk. For a minute, you stood like that, face buried in your arms as you attempted to hide your smile - one of frustration and childish giddiness.

That was when someone lightly tapped your forearm.

You jolted up, and came face-to-face with the boy.

He was even more youthfully god-like in appearance up close.

His blue eyes met yours as you studied his face, taking in every detail and feature like you would read a book.

“Do you have any book recommendations?” He asked lightly, his voice high with nervousness as you nodded slowly, before pinching yourself as a remainder to get back to work.

“I do!” You replied cheerfully, watching the rigid boy relax slightly, a soft smile growing on his lips. “What kind of books do you like?”

He bit his lip and thought for a minute, before blushing. “I’m not really sure, I don’t read that much,” he admitted sheepishly and you nodded in understanding.

You began attempting to select a book for him based on the answers he had to your questions, and eventually ended up handing him ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’, with a strange feeling he might like it. He studied the book carefully, before nodding thoughtfully.

“I’ll take it, thank you,” he whispered and as you nodded, typing the information into the computer, he cleared his throat. “Sorry, I was wondering if I could maybe have your number?”

You froze, fingers still pressed to the keyboard before you hurriedly deleted the mistypes you’d made before turning to him and nodding, a glowing smile on your face. He relaxed and beamed. “Of course,” you told him, before scribbling down your phone number on a sticky-note and handing it to him. You told him your name with a grin.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he completed wistfully. “I’m Sam. Sam Golbach.” You stretched out your hand which he gripped lightly and shook. Even though the contact was brief, it sent an array of sparks up your fingers and hand, all through your arm and into your body.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sam,” you told him sincerely, watching him pay for the book without his eyes leaving yours. He nodded, just as giddy as you.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he told you, watching you hand him his book in a paper bag. “Thank you.”

“Your welcome,” you told him, watching him step away from the counter. “Call me.”

Sam turned to you, a grin on his face.

“I will!”

hope you enjoyed!!!! happy birthday to sam!!!!!

have a good day/night guys!!!!!

and request please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3

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fionajames · 2 months

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hi! may i request a short fluff fic of the bad batch, with the prompt of "watching movies late at night?"

holofilms

A/N: HIYA!!!!!!!! Sorry this is so short!!!!! Tysm for the request tho, I'm really happy you sent it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please send requests (there is a new prompt list in my pinned post)!!!!!! Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!

Every night was holofilm night with the Bad Batch, their little family cuddled up together on the floor with bean bags, blankets and cushions.

Omega and Wrecker managed to get their hands on some treats that would be stocked in the cupboard, distributed over several days.

Tech and Crosshair were bickering over the holofilm yet again, Tech wanting to watch some history documentary and Crosshair who wanted to watch action films. He enjoyed making snarky remarks about bad shots.

And as usual, Echo turned to Omega and asked what she wanted to watch Hunter agreeing with him as always. Wrecker was also on their side, but only cheered when Omega chose something violent or fast-paced - which was most of the time. Tonight, Omega chose a silly film with humans and ‘dinosaurs’, whatever those were.

Everyone got what they wanted.

Omega got her film of choice, Wrecker got his violence, Crosshair got his action, Tech got to look at the strange creatures, Echo got what Omega wanted, and Hunter didn’t care what film they watched, as long as his family was happy.

The film was extremely confusing and yet exciting at the same time. Embarrassingly, Wrecker got jumpscared by every little thing. Crosshair almost cried at some of the action scenes and the little realisticness they held. Tech was fascinated by every single little thing. Echo, Omega and Hunter spent the whole time laughing at Wrecker’s obnoxious screaming.

They watched another film after that, some kids’ thing with puppets and weird voices. Wrecker laughed too hard and had a coughing fit, in which many tears were shed.

Later that night when they were finally sent to bed, Hunter found himself tucking Omega in. As he did, she tapped his shoulder.

“Hunter?”

“Yes?” He replied gently, sitting down on the edge of the bed lightly.

“Can we always do this?” She asked. “I don’t want us to ever change.”

Hunter smiled sadly, moving to ruffle her hair. “I’ll try my best to make sure we can.”

She smiled widely, closing her eyes and sighing contently.

“Goodnight, Hunter.”

“Goodnight, Omega.”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!!1 Please send requests!!!!!!!!

(taglist: @skellymom, @techs-goggles9902)

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fionajames · 7 months

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carnivorous

issa wee bit short and i did it on my phone but like... here

summary: Togrutas are carnivours (idk)

“Rex!” Ahsoka shouted, suddenly appearing behind the Clone Captain. He used to flinch whenever she did that - randomly appear - but at this point, he was used to it. “Hey! Do you or the boys have any jerky rations left?”

He raised an eyebrow at her quizzically, freezing midwalk to stand in the hallway, helmet in hand. “I don’t think so, Commander. Why?”

“I’m hungry,” she whined, dragging her feet into a walk to stand beside the blonde. Rex smiled at her faintly.

“Then why don’t you just have some of the other rations?” He asked, tone slightly teasing. Ahsoka shot him a befuddled look, hands on her hips.

“I can’t eat those,” she deadpanned, unimpressed.

“Oh, come on, kid,” he laughed, continuing to walk towards the barracks. Ahsoka followed, looking rather miserable. “The rations aren’t that bad.”

That was a lie.

They were that bad.

But, you got used to them, after a while.

“Well I wouldn’t know how bad they are cause I don’t eat them,” Ahsoka rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, shooting Rex a half-playful-glare.

“You’ve never eaten the rations!?” He exclaimed, freezing in place. The fourteen-year-old copied. “What have you been eating then?! Have you been eating?! Ahsoka-!”

“Of course I’ve been eating!” Ahsoka huffed, interrupting him before he could begin a lecture. “I’m a Togruta, Rex, we’re carnivorous!”

The blonde clone’s brown eyes widened almost comically. “Togrutas are carnivores?” He whisper-shouted. How didn’t I notice this earlier! “And we’re out of the jerky rations. Oh.”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes again, something Rex noticed she’d picked up after being introduced to Commander Wolffe.

“Does the General know?” He asked, resting his forehead on his hand as he closed his eyes briefly.

“Master Kenobi does,” Ahsoka replied cheerfully. “He usually helps make sure I’ve got enough.”

Rex sighed. Of course, the one time the 212th weren’t with them they had to be sent far from Coruscant. “What about General Skywalker?”

Ahsoka looked away sheepishly, biting her lip.

“Ahsoka…”

“I dunno know!” She responded quickly, wringing her fingers. “I assumed he knew! And since we’ve been with Master Kenobi so much, we’ve never run out!”

Rex sighed again, before placing his helmet over his head. With a quick few blinks and eye movements, he activated the built in comm connected to the others troopers helmets. “Boys, does anyone have any jerky rations?” Ahsoka tapped her feet impatiently.

“I’ve got a pack, sir,” came back the response belonging to Echo. “Do you want me to bring them to you?”

“Yes please, Echo” Rex replied, before pulling his helmet back off. Ahsoka looked at him hopefully and he nodded. Her face split into a grin and that’s when Rex noticed. “Are those… fangs?!”

“Huh?” Ahsoka asked, tilting her head for a second. “Oh, yeah!” She bared her teeth at him and the blonde gaped at the sight of her sharp fangs. “My answers were predators, so all Togrutas have fangs!”

Rex shivered at the thought of Ahsoka hunting like some sort of beast.

“Here you go, Captain!” Echo chirped, rounding the corner and handing him the ration pack. Rex thanked him before tossing it to Ahsoka, who practically tore it open and wolfed down the first piece of jerky.

“Thanks Rex!” She chirped before hurrying off, leaving the Captain bewildered and amused as he continued to walk.

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fionajames · 4 months

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the unimaginable

hey guys this is angst (ur not ready). the lyrics in this are from the song 'It's Quiet Uptown' by Lil Manuel Miranda, from Hamilton. i recommend listening to it as u read.

T/W: Death.

There are moments that the words don’t reach

Anakin had never felt his heart drop to his stomach the same way it had when he’d heard Shmi take her last breath.

He felt it again, as he felt Ahsoka’s life slip away from him.

There is suffering too terrible to name

He wept for days, unable to fully process the death of his sister. She was dead. He’d never hold her close again, never correct her stance, never scold her for being cocky on the battlefield.

Nothing felt as horrible as loss, nothing hit so deep.

You hold your child as tight as you can

Obi-Wan held him close as the night began, and the day grew distant. Anakin was not alone in his mourning of his sister, even as the battle continued. Obi-Wan, Rex and Cody were among the many at his side, standing together in grief.

And push away the unimaginable

The battle continued even though they had lost so much already. It continued for days, eventually weeks. It finally ended on a sunny morning, the rain-covered ground fresh and the air crisp. It was victorious, yet, no one was celebrating.

The moments when you’re in so deep

Padme waited at her door for her husband, unaware of the empty shell of a man she was about to see. When she saw Anakin, her heart fell as his had. They wept together in the dimly lit flat.

It feels easier to just swim down

She wept still when he was gone, when the wounded man had to return to the battlefield without his sister. She saw Obi-Wan at his side, a matching shell of emptiness, devoid of all emotion.

The Hamiltons move uptown

The war was over months later, months filled with nothingness so numbing it ached. After a long, and painful Council meeting, Anakin and Padme bought a house in the quiet streets of Naboo, far away from the special place she’d lived before.

And learn to live with the unimaginable

Obi-Wan stayed there often, sitting in the dark of their spare bedroom. Rex lived in the house with them, a man divide of all happiness. Ahsoka’s death was unexpected and unimaginable, not to mention painful.

I spend hours in the garden

Anakin travelled to a garden beyond the outskirts of the city every day. He sat amongst the trees and flowers, birds singing songs of sorrow when he arrived. Ahsoka would’ve liked the garden.

I walk alone to the store

Padme walked alone almost everywhere she went. She no longer looked like the Senator of Naboo, now just a woman. A woman in immense pain.

And it’s quiet uptown

It was always quiet in the streets, an unfamiliar sound to the fighters who were so accustomed to the battlefield. It was peaceful, and they relished every second of silence that came with it.

I never liked the quiet before

Rex wasn’t used to the silence, it had always bugged him. Now, he had no sister, and the silence seemed to fit. He’d lost a sister and his spark. He’d lost his happiness

If you see him in the street

Anakin wasn’t the same man as he was before Ahsoka. He was fragile, he was broken. He’d lost so much and then he’d lost more. He’d been pushed beyond his breaking point.

Walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity

He’s only happiness came from Padme, as they walked the streets and mourned the loss of their sister. He and her were a pair, a pair of broken people.

They are going through the unimaginable

Rex, Obi-Wan, Padme and Anakin.

The four people sharing the pain of one girl’s death.

Sharing the pain of their sister’s death.

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Have a good day/night!

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fionajames · 3 months

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Hey Jamieeeeeeee

So about that Rex x reader thing…. 🤭 may I request that please? But can I ask if the reader can be apart of the war and gets hurt a lot because she cares about her troopers, like she can take on Krell with her bare hands because he looked at Rex wrong? (This totally isn’t related to an OC I’m writing a story about, wdym)

A/N: Hey, Sha!!! Hru? Hope this is what you wanted, srry it took so long! Please send requests guys!!!

It was well known in the Republic’s army that you were very protective over your troops, not to mention self-less. It worried many people - not that you were aware it did - including some of the other Jedi Generals, a particular Padawan and many Clones.

It showed now especially, when you stood in front of your Commander glaring down a monster taller than you. Said monster was staring at you with cold intrigue, eyes flickering with bloodshot yellow. It took a lot of your will and mind not to activate your lightsaber and plunge its blade into his chest right then and there.

“Master Krell,” you snarled, pointing a finger at him. “I am in charge of my own troops. I treat them the way I think is right, if you have a problem, you can take it up with Master Yoda, but never - and I’ll repeat, never - speak to my Commander or Clones that way.”

Your Commander was spluttering quietly behind you, desperately attempting to convince you to let it be. “General, please,” he whispered, his voice cracking with fear.

“You forget, young one,” Krell growled, ignoring the Clone’s feverishly spoken words. “That you are below me.”

“I may be,” you snapped back, stepping away from your Commander and forcing Krell further away from your troops. “But many aren’t. Many that would agree with me.”

The Jedi glared at you for a few more moments, before turning and leaving. You smirked slightly, watching him storm off. But that was when it clicked. His eyes had been yellow, but not a normal colour yellow, bloodshot yellow.

The eyes of a-

Sith.

Without another thought you leapt forward, holding the blade of your lightsaber against his throat, giving you a clear look at the colour. “You traitor,” you snarled. Now that you knew, you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d missed it. Krell was seeping dark energy.

“The only traitor here is you!” Krell snapped instead, his lightsaber clashing with yours. And so the fight began. You traded lightsaber strikes back and forth, your troops surrounding the pair of you, ready to get a shot at the monster when you weren’t in risk.

It wasn’t a very long battle, as you were a very skilled fighter. When you managed to push him far enough away, the Clones opened fire, and the monster fell limp. You arrested and detained Krell, comming Yoda to tell him of the betrayal. He was saddened, but grateful you’d spotted the wanna-be-Sith.

Only a few hours later, you found yourself in the medbay of Anakin Skywalker’s ship. Your memory was too foggy to remember why or how you got there, more focused on the lightsaber burns and near-misses on your skin. They were instantly cauterised by the heat of the lightsaber, but Krell had also managed to grab and throw you several times, leaving huge gashes seeping with blood.

The quiet of the room was interrupted when a familiar Clone burst through the door, worry rolling off of him in waves like a sea. Kix had left earlier after cleaning your wounds and giving you some meds or drugs that had definitely not helped with the foggy state your brain was in.

“Are you alright?” Rex called, rushing to your side. You couldn’t find the energy to respond, so instead you sat on the cot, rocking from side-to-side subconsciously. Your mouth tasted metallic already, and the idea of talking just made you want to vomit. “Cyar’ika?”

“‘M alright,” you drawled, leaning forward to rest your forehead on Rex’s shoulder, closing your eyes. Words felt like bricks on your tongue.

“You don’t look alright,” he fretted, assessing your state with a furrowed brow and fearful brown eyes. “In fact, you look anything but fine.”

“Fine,” you repeated, whimpering ever-so-slightly at the burn of bile in your throat. “Water.”

Your friend - or maybe you were more, but neither of you had really decided on labels - moved to grasp a glass and fill it with water, holding it to your lips gently. You took the cup from his hands gratefully, drinking quickly. Your throat burned less.

“Cyar’ika, what were you thinking?” Rex whispered, but it was rhetorical. He interlaced your fingers, his chin resting on your head. “You could’ve been killed. We don’t deserve to be stood up for like that, especially when it points someone else’s life on the line.”

You sat up abruptly, glaring weakly into his brown eyes. “You do!” You snapped, tears welling in your eyes. You were exhausted - mentally and physically - and wounded, a comment so carelessly said was more than enough to push you over the edge. “It’s not fair that you guys are so ill-treated, you deserve much more!”

You were slightly offended on behalf of your troops, as Rex wasn’t just talking about himself, he meant all Clones.

Rex’s eyes widened, realising he’d gone too far, he wrapped his arms around you. “Oh, cyar’ika, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“You did!” You cried out pathetically, too frustrated to be calmed quickly. “You did and I hate it!”

Not knowing what he should do, Rex pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I was just worried. I got so scared when the General got Master Yoda’s comm.”

You sighed, moving to bury your face in the crook of his neck. “‘T’s alright,” you murmured, voice muffled. Rex sighed contently.

“Please don’t do that again.”

“Do what again?”

“Go around fighting Sith,” he managed to say, a crack of pain in his voice.

“Y’know me, Rex, I can’t stop for too long.”

“Oh, hush, cyar’ika, or I’m going to get Kix to keep you here.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I will, now hush.”

A moment of silence, then-

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, send requests please!!!

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fionajames · 3 months

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lams; almost gone

A/N: Guess what? I finally wrote a Hamilton one shot. This is Lams (Laurens x Hamilton) and probably not historically accurate but I tried my best. Send requests! Enjoy!

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Raindrops pelted down on Laurens as he emerged from his tent, a look of disdain set upon his features. He made no move to brush the strands of his hair stuck to his forehead out of his eyes, and instead grit his teeth and moved on.

Laurens had been rather bitter and sorrowful since Hamilton’s leave, far away on the field of battle. Laurens had nightmares of bullets singing through the air and into the chest of his beloved, knocking his breath from his body.

Lafayette continued to attempt the worries that hover over his friend like a constant storm. He attempted to soothe the fretting of the blonde, to provide some calm in Laurens’ storm and swirl of emotions.

He shuffled through the ongoing downpour and to the office in which he worked, unbothered by the water soaking his clothes and trickling down his neck unsettlingly. He didn’t bother to greet anyone who he walked past, and instead he trudged inside with a grim appearance that showed nothing but cold.

Laurens got on with his work quickly, and worked through the day with his candle burning by his side. Not once did Laurens leave the tent - although he did occasionally force himself to merely stand and shake the stiffness from his legs - and instead he walked until the night had taken over.

It was then when a messenger burst through the tent flaps. Laurens looked up in confusion, examining the lithe boy. “Have you a message for me?” He asked plainly, exhaustion seeping through his body like cold water.

“Yes, sir!” The boy chirped, saluting quickly and fixing his stance. “General Washington requires your presence, sir!” Laurens stood instantly, brow furrowing as he dismissed the messenger.

The blonde quickly made his way to the General’s tent, growing increasingly worried at the lack of information he held. When he reached the tent, he was surprised to find none other than Lafayette already standing inside.

“General!” He saluted quickly, but instantly felt worry seep through him upon examining the look adorning Washington’s face. “Is there something wrong, sir?” Washington sighed, his eyes glistening in the light. Only later would Laurens realise that it was not the light providing the gleam and glisten, but unshed tears. “You may want to take a seat, men.” Lafayette and Laurens exchanged a worried glance, taking to sit in the chairs. “This afternoon, Captain Lee returned and reported that the British made it to the Hudson. We lost some men as they were retreating, among them being Hamilton.”

Ice engulfed Laurens as his breath caught in his throat. “Pardon?” He croaked out, his stomach falling to the floor. He must have misheard Washington, surely. That was the only explanation.

“I'm sorry,” Washington murmured, sorrow covering his features. “He's dead.”

Lafayette was the first to react, a shrill cry ripping from his throat, tears falling from his eyes quickly. Laurens was frozen. A lump built in his throat, his mind swirling. Hamilton, dead? No.

He knew Lafayette was sobbing beside him but he remained unmoving in his chair. The world around him continued on, without Hamilton. It was as if he were under water, the world muffled and blurry. A screen of grief and sorrow blocked him from the people surrounding him.

The screen was shattered into millions of pointed shards of glass when Lafayette moved to stand in front of Laurens, hand gripping his shoulder. He knew the words spilling from his friend's mouth were his name, spoken over and over, but he couldn't hear it properly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Laurens saw Washington pour three glasses of what appeared to be whiskey, and stared emotionlessly as he was handed a glass. Without another thought, the blonde drank the liquid like it was water.

Perhaps he could drink himself to death, then he would be with his Hamilton again.

Laurens quickly ushered Washington to refill his glass, biting back a grimace when the liquid burned his throat. Instead, he let out a quiet sob. Lafayette sat beside him, tears still streaming down his face.

Once the first tear fell from Laurens' eye, he couldn't stop the rest. He sobbed violently, tears spilling from his eyes like rain. He could taste the tears on his tongue, salty and mournful. His heart panged and he cried out as he felt it being ripped from his chest.

The blood seeped from his chest, staining his clothes. He squeezed his eyes shut and immediately regretted it. Images of his boy drowning in murky water flooded his mind, Hamilton sinking to the bed of the river with his life slipping out of his grasp.

“He’s gone,” Laurens whispered, tilting his head up to look at the sky. He imagined Hamilton up there, watching over him. I’ll be with you soon, my dear boy, Laurens thought as he drank yet another glass of whiskey.

The night slipped away quickly, Laurens drank more whiskey than he could count. At times, his glass was half tears half alcohol. His throat burned and his chest ached. He couldn't see straight.

The time was nearing midnight when the camp around them erupted with shouts and chaos. Laurens ignored the sounds as Washington and Lafayette stood.

A voice broke through the chaos, a call. "Where is the General?!"

Laurens froze, his head turning to the entrance to the tent. He knew that voice. He’d known that voice for little over a month, but he felt as though he’d known it forever. That voice was the one that soothed his worries, the voice that cooed to him in the early hours of the morning. The voice that consumed his every waking thought.

Hamilton’s voice.

The flaps of the tent burst open and in stumbled a man with his ginger hair stuck to his face and dripping wet with water and blood. There was a huge gash on the man’s side, blood dripping from it and onto the floor of the tent.

“Hamilton,” Lafayette whispered before rushing forward and engulfing him in a hug. “Oh, mon petit lion, we thought you were dead.”

“You thought what?” Hamilton murmured, returning the hug quickly.

Laurens remained in his seat. The whiskey must be kicking in, he thought bitterly. I’m going to be with him soon.

“Jack?” A voice whispered, a voice laced with fondness and worry. Laurens realised the ginger stranger was crouched in front of him, his hands on Laurens' knees. The blonde jerked away from his touch. Washington and Lafayette had left the tent, he realised. They left him alone with a stranger.

“Get away from me!" Laurens cried out, pushing the ginger away from him and scrambling across the floor. “Jack?” The voice called and Laurens closed his eyes, desperately waiting for death to take him. “Jake, darling?” The blonde opened his eyes to see the ginger crouched in front of him again. He locked eyes with the man, studying the violet blue eyes he had only ever seen in Hamilton. “It's me, Alexander.”

Laurens froze for a moment before launching forward and tackling Hamilton to the floor in a hug, tears streaming down his face. Hamilton began murmuring words of comfort in his ear, soft words to soothe his soul.

They stayed there for a while, Laurens desperately holding Hamilton close. Eventually they went back to their room, sleeping until the sun was high in the sky.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!!! :D

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ethereal pt. II

A/N: Hey, guys! This part two of ethereal pt. I!!! So sorry for not posting as much, tests are running me over like a train rn. Enjoy!!! Send requests!!!!

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Previously on ‘Ethereal’..... “Can we please go now?” Rex asked, itching to get out of the garden. He glanced back at the house, staring at the candle’s flickering in the windows. He was holding Ahsoka close to his chest, worry evident on his face as she nodded eagerly.

“I suppose we should,” Obi-Wan agreed, brow furrowed. “But I am confused. How and why are the statues of us in this garden?” They all murmured their agreement, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation, but to no avail.

“Because,” a gentle, silky voice called from behind them and the five turned to see a young woman - around Anakin’s age - with stormy grey eyes, long wavy golden hair and tan skin, dressed in a strange white toga. “We’ve been awaiting your arrival.”

Now on ‘Ethereal’.....

Anakin had his lightsaber in his hand instantly, the blue glow scattering over his body like water. He grit his teeth and stretched his other arm out to protect the others. Ahsoka had her two lightsabers in his hands as she stood in front of Rex and Cody, all three of them covered in the green glow. Obi-Wan stood by Anakin’s side, hilt in hand but unactivated. Yet, he was covered in the glow of Anakin’s lightsaber.

“Pardon me, who are you?” Obi-Wan asked, stepping slightly ahead of Anakin, sending a wave of calm through their bond. The young woman smiled lightly, taking a step closer.

All three Jedi thought of Mortis. Although Ahsoka and Anakin couldn’t remember the times when they were under the influence of the Son, they all remembered the planet. This planet had a sickening familiarity to it.

“My name is Kamari,” she replied, and her name floated through the air like a hypnotising song. It was mesmerising, and so was the girl. She looked, frankly, like some kind of Goddess. Now, as Ahsoka looked closer, she could see that the girl’s eyes weren’t grey. In fact, they were silver. A whitish silver, like full moons were trapped in her eyes.

“Alright, Kamari,” Obi-Wan responded, his brow furrowing. “Where are we, what’s going on, and what do you mean by ‘we’ve been awaiting your arrival’?” Kamari smiled, as though he were an oblivious child who didn’t know anything.

“That,” Kamari began, her smile as eerie as the house. But it was also warm, just like the house. “Is something you must discover.”

Ahsoka opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted when a roar split through the air. It was loud, deep and fierce, and so was the creature. The creature burst through the forest and Cody cried out upon seeing it.

The creature was at least three metres tall, with a muscular body, four paws, a long tail with a bushy tip, and white fur with long gold stripes. It had six ears that were short and curved, and it had six eyes that were a magnificent glowing blue. The creature had three heads, each identical with two eyes, two ears, a muzzle with a pink nose and gold antlers.

It leaped to stand next to Kamari, the middle head bumping against her gently. The five soldiers gasped and shuffled closer to each other, Ahsoka shuffling forward. She’d had her fair share with animals and creatures as such.

“Mahnoor,” Kamari breathed out, reaching up to stroke the nose bridge of the creature. The huge animal let out a content purr, all six eyes closing. “Have no fear, my friends, this is Mahnoor. She is an Ophelia.”

“An Ophelia?” Ahsoka asked, taking a step forward, curiosity grasping her. She was reminded of the creatures of her home world.

“Yes, they are unfortunately on the verge of extinction, Mahnoor is one of the last of her kind,” the young woman murmured, a sad smile on her face as she scratched behind one of Mahnoor’s ears. She played with the tufts of white fur. “Just like us.”

“‘Us’?” Anakin called, glancing at his Padawan worriedly. He didn’t like how she was now in line with him, too close to the stranger. “As in my friends and I, or you and others?”

Kamari looked up to the sky, a wistful expression adorning her features. “All of us.” The words fell from her lips in a murmur, mystical and floating in the air.

The group exchanged glances before Rex spoke up. “Who lives in the house?” He asked, unnerved by what she had said. Everything about Kamari was freaking him out. The smile previously lit on Kamari’s face faded and the usual warmth seeping from her turned sharply cold. “No one has lived there for many years,” she replied, gritting her teeth.

Ahsoka shivered at the sudden iciness of the previously calm woman, her eyes darting to Mahnoor instead. She flinched slightly when she noticed the Ophelia’s six bright blue eyes already on her. Studying her.

Instead of fear, curiosity sparked in her stomach. It flowed through her veins like blood and she crept forward, reaching her hand up.

Rex placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to pull her back, but she shrugged him off effortlessly. She took a step forward and gazed up at the Ophelia. Now, she couldn’t be more than a few centimetres from touching its neck.

To her surprise, Mahnoor bent down and brushed its centre head’s nose bridge against Ahsoka’s palm. She let out a sigh as she scratched the creature with a content smile, a sense of bliss settling over her.

A gasp interrupted her solace and she opened her eyes, taking in the shocked expressions of her friends. That’s when Ahsoka noticed it herself.

Safe green sparks flitted around her form, bathing her in a beautiful light green glow. They looked like tiny snowflakes or fireflies as they circled her. Instinctively, Ahsoka reached a hand up to touch one of the little wisps. It floated around her fingers, hundreds swirling around her hand.

“What?” Cody breathed out.

Anakin dashed forwards, swatting at the wisps with confusion. They darted from his grasp like he was poison, avoiding him and wrapping themselves around Ahsoka.

“What is this?” Anakin snarled, turning to Kamari. Ahsoka continued to pet Mahnoor, a content smile adorning her features. Kamari smiled sympathetically at Anakin, but the sympathy looked more like passive aggressive pity to the brunette.

“They are Ahsoka,” Kamari told him, giving Ahsoka a relaxed grin.

Rex murmured, “We never told you our names.” He said it so quietly no one else noticed.

Kamari reached over to Ahsoka and lightly touched her shoulder. Instantly, the same wisps - but golden instead of sage green - floated around her. The girl smiled as she moved hands to create what looked like a twig made of the wisps.

“Rex,” she spoke up and he flinched. She beckoned him over and he hesitated, but then glanced at Ahsoka and moved to Kamari. If Ahsoka was in danger, he needed to know.

Kamari placed her hand on his shoulder and blue wisps danced around Rex. He gazed in awe at them.

Kamari then did the same to Cody - who’s wisps were yellow - and Obi-Wan - who’s wisps were cyan. But as she moved to rest her hand on Anakin’s shoulder, he jerked away.

“What have you done to them?” He growled. A light, melodic laugh spilled from Kamari’s lips like cotton candy; featherlight and sweet.

“I am helping you,” she whispered. “I am explaining.”

Before Anakin could protect, she brushed his shoulder and his own beautiful red wisps danced around him.

Anakin tried desperately to brush them away, but they always returned. They never touched him, but were always close.

As the group were mesmerised with the wisps, the bushes to their left shuffled. Even caught up in wonder, they noticed the movement and turned.

That’s when a figure emerged from the bushes.

“Hello, brother,” Kamari called to him.

“Hello, sister.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please send requests!!!

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fionajames · 3 months

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wait for it

A/N: Hey guys!!! I watched Hamilton again (for like the millionth time) and this idea wormed its way into my brain. Lyrics are from Wait For It by Leslie Odom Jr. from Hamilton. Send requests please!!!!! Enjoy!!!

Hamilton doesn’t hesitate

Anakin cracked his knuckles and stretched his limbs out, fiddling with the hilt in his hands. He gripped his lightsaber like it was a lifeline, pushing down on the button and leaping out into the fight. Shots flew at him but he didn’t care, deflecting as many as he could and more away from him and his troops. He could feel his friends and family around him, and he continued to push forward.

He exhibits no restraint

Determination was thick in the air around him, it was part of him. Anakin Skywalker wasn’t just impulsive and reckless, he was determined. The fight was part of him, it felt natural. Perhaps it was part of his distant primal ways, or perhaps it was the raw Force within him. He would do anything to win the fight, and he usually did.

He takes and he takes and he takes

Anakin continued forward, with more skill and grace than a jaguar, or swan, or any creature. He was a force of determination and fight, and he kept going. He took control of the battlefield, he lost men. He grieved and mourned for their losses, and still he fought.

And he keeps winning anyway

Even when his men died, Anakin was powerful. He didn’t break, he strided forwards. He was striving for something, what, no one was really sure. Perhaps it was peace? Maybe victory? Or perhaps he fought for the adrenaline in his body, for the rush it gave him. He fought and he won, even with the losses.

He changes the game

Anakin was smart and tactical on a different level to otherwise. There was passion in his strategies, no matter how it was shown. He wasn’t afraid to lose men, but he wasn’t going to let it happen. He strayed from typical tactics and into his own. He made his own.

He plays and he raises the stakes

He played his own game, he fought against the enemy his own way. The longer the fight continued, the higher the stakes. Around him, men were dropping, and yet he pushed on. He would only stop if he went too far, not before that. He was used to watching their deaths, but that didn’t mean it bothered him any less.

And if there’s a reason

Anakin jumped in front of a trooper - one he didn’t know - and deflected the oncoming fire, protecting the man with his life. He checked the pulse of another trooper, their deaths weighing over him like a storm cloud. He mourned them as he continued on, he pushed forwards to the thing that had killed him. The event they’d died for.

He seems to thrive when so few survive, then Goddamnit

The brunette leaped into enemy lines, slicing effortlessly through the droids, knocking them down. Around him, the dying screams of the battle continued. Anakin felt his friends and family behind him, knowing they were safe he continued to push. He pushed for the goal, effortlessly making it up a non-existent uphill climb

I’m willing to wait for it

Behind him, Ahsoka pushed forward. She cut down droid after droid. She was filled with the same burning passion that filled her brother, but she wasn’t nearly as forceful as he was. She made her own way, without the same power he naturally held. The fight was in her blood, just like the predator was, and yet, she displayed more patience than her brother ever would.

I’m willing to wait for it

Ahsoka pushed for the same goal, she dropped to mourn just like he did. And yet, Ahsoka held the things that weakened Anakin. She was patient, she was thoughtful on a deeper level. She was everything he was and better, and it was only because he held more natural power than her that no one knew. But they would, one day. One day.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, send requests please!!!!!!!!!!

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fionajames · 3 months

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captured

A/N: ANOTHER PIECE OF WRITING THATS ANGST, BLAME @transmascanakin!!!!!!! @techs-goggles9902 not the trope but im tagging u cause u said u like to be tagged! Send requests please people! Enjoy!!!

Anakin numbly made his way to Obi-Wan’s side, who gave him a wry and worried smile. “How are you?” The older asked. The question used to be simple, it used to mean ‘how are you feeling?’ or ‘how have you been since I saw you last?’ Now it meant ‘how have you been holding up?’

“Okay,” Anakin replied lightly, glancing at the corridor behind him. It had been almost half a year since Ahsoka had left, and it had clearly taken its toll on the brunette.

Obi-Wan gave him a sympathetic smile as they headed off to their troops. They were being deployed to capture a Separatist base - one that was supposed to be weak and an easy task to overcome.

Alongside their troops, Obi-Wan and Anakin found themselves outside the Separatist base, watching the guarding battle droids carefully.

“Anakin and I will go in and scope it out,” the ginger explained. The brunette nodded half-heartedly.

“We’ll come with you, General,” Rex replied, gesturing to himself and to Cody. The Jedi nodded and the four of them set off. It didn’t take long for them to find their way into the base, silently navigating the labyrinth of corridors. But the silence was interrupted when they turned a corner to see a squad of droids, clutching their sizzling electro-staffs.

Immediately, Anakin was thrown into the fight. His lightsaber clashed with the staff and he heard the Clones firing at the droids. He caught a glimpse of Obi-Wan as the older was thrown into a wall. He fell to the floor limply.

“Master!” Anakin cried out, moving to stand in front of the ginger’s body, only to be thrown away. He struggled against the droid, before his head hit the floor and he fell unconscious.

When Anakin woke up, he was surprised to find himself in the corridor still, Cody and Rex by his side. But, someone was not. “Where’s Obi-Wan?” He slurred, shuffling to sit up.

“Damn droid took him,” Cody groaned, sitting up too. The pair helped Rex, who grunted from the pain. Anakin grit his teeth. Great, now they had to go find and rescue Obi-Wan.

The trio set off into the base in search of the Jedi, Anakin guiding them as the pull towards his former Master strengthened the closer they got. He tugged on it every now and then, getting increasingly worried when the tugging wasn’t returned, the string limp.

Eventually, turned a corner - quickly eliminating the battle droids in the corridor - and spotted a cell. Anakin lunged forward, deactivating the ray shield and entering. He almost blacked out when he saw the person inside.

It was Obi-Wan - that much was clear - but his hands were bound behind his back and he was sitting on a ledge. His head was hanging forward limply, but Anakin could already see blood in his beard and bruises on his face. His cream robes were coated in blood, and any exposed skin was blue and black.

Anakin rushed forward - gagging slightly as bile rose in his throat. “Obi-Wan?” He whispered, tilting his brother’s head up with trembling hands. A shrill scream rang through the cell and Anakin stumbled back.

Staring back at him were the white of Obi-Wan’s usually gleaming blue eyes. They stared at him, empty and emotionless, a void.

They’d killed him.

Obi-Wan was dead.

And Anakin was alone.

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fionajames · 3 months

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why (pt.I) // lams

A/N: Hey guys, promise I'll get back to writing Star Wars soon!!!!!! For now, a sad lams one shot! (Pt.II should be out tonight, i think). Enjoy and send requests!!!!!

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Hamilton had never wept the way he wept the night he heard of Lauren’s demise. He remembered the night his mother had tired, the endless, hollow hours he’d spent covered in his own tears and sickness, laying next to a cold body. He remembered when he’d seen the dead body of his cousin, shot and stabbed and bloody, the blood that coated his fingers as he screamed for his brother. He remembered the day he’d fully left his brother behind, sorrow seeping through his veins like endless song composed for his soul.

But never, had he begged for death so desperately, as the night continued on.

By the time the rising sun had let light into his room, Hamilton had cried every last drop he had in his body, and drunk more than he could remember yet he seemed painfully sober. He was on the floor of his study - not wishing to disturb poor Eliza’s sleep - with a bottle of some rich alcohol in one hand and a broken quill in the other.

He’d never purposefully broken a quill - it felt like an insult to himself, a taunting reminder that once a quill meant a whole lot more in his financial status - but he’d broken a dozen or so that night.

A year later, and Hamilton was in the same position.

Broken, bloodied and beat, curled up in his study as the clock neared midnight.

The blood was leaking from a huge cut on his palm, caused by the shards of bottle glass covering the floor.

A year without Laurens.

It had been a year since his Laurens had left.

It was a wonder he’d made it through a year.

Once again, Hamilton was praying for death to take him, praying like a foolish man. Perhaps that was what he was. Perhaps it was God punishing him and his beloved for sodomy by ridding him of his other half.

“Oh, how could you leave me?” Hamilton choked out as he wrapped his arms around himself and brought his knees to his chest, sobbing relentlessly.

It was a sudden gust of bone-chillingly cold air that pulled him from his sorrow, violet-blue eyes raising to stare at his surroundings. There was nowhere for wind to be coming from, and so the man stiffened.

That's when he noticed a paper fall from around the corner, clearly tossed into the air. “Hello?” Hamilton called, tears streaming down his face still. “Is someone there?”

He shuffled to his feet, wrapping his arms around himself and stepping forwards. He grabbed a huge shard of the shattered glass from the floor, holding it forward as a weapon. As he stalked forward, he moved to the side, until he could see around the corner.

A gasp fell from his lips as he jerked backwards at the sight in front of him.

There was a man his age, with blonde locks like hay and eyes the colour of the sky. He was wearing the blue coat and clothes customary to a soldier in the Revolution.

He’d recognise that uniform anywhere.

One of the most startling things about the man was the wound on his chest, seeping thick red liquid that dripped all over his clothes and body, seeping and staining the white shirt. The flesh was red around the wound, and a dark hole stared back at Hamilton from beneath the tattered fabric. Blood was spilling from it, trickling down the man’s body.

A bullet wound, something Hamilton was all too familiar with.

But the most startling thing about the man was who he was.

Hamilton knew that face. He could recognise it anyway, even in a sea of people. Crowds couldn’t separate him from this man, but it appeared death could. “Jack,” he breathed out, taking in the appearance of the man. John’s body shimmered with a faint violet glow, tiny star-like lights swirling around him. His lover’s face was set with a grim expression.

“Why?” The blonde whispered, his voice cracking with desperation.

A surge of horror, pain and confusion flooded through the ginger’s body, his breathing turning shakier than a boat at sea, his stomach churning with unsettlement.

Then, he heard the six words that ruined him.

The six words, sharper than a blade being plunged into his heart.

Six words stole the breath from Hamilton’s lungs and pulled his heart apart, ripping piece from piece and pouring alcohol all over his wound. It stung and it ached, it hurt worse than being shot.

“Why did you let me die?”

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fionajames · 3 months

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me and the devil

a/n: hey guys! you can blame @transmascanakin for this angst. i think. lyrics in this are from the song Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin, as usual, I recommend listening to it whilst reading!!!! anyways please send requests!!!!! im begging you, literally! please!

And I said hello Satan

Anakin walked through the Senate building quickly, a smile on his face. He’d visited Padme beforehand, not passing up the opportunity to see his beloved wife.

He shrugged his shoulders back as he entered the Chancellor’s office, greeting his father-figure with a smile. The white haired man offered him a smile in return, a smile that was laced with evil so sickening it went unnoticed.

It was sickeningly sweet, like poisoned candy. Anakin had never realised that the threads connecting him and Palpatine were not friendship and instead villainy.

He sat down to talk to the man, asking him why he’d been called with a worried look. Palpatine laughed and innocently asked if a man couldn’t want to see a friend. Anakin smiled, unaware of the candy his mind was being fed.

I believe it is time to go

Anakin stayed there for a while, talking happily with his trusted Chancellor. Every sentence exchanged was another string sewed to Anakin’s wrists, another string for the puppeteer to pull on.

For now, the strings were limp, but given the time were right, the Chancellor would pull the strings tight and control the boy, just like he had always planned.

Anakin eventually left, feeling better than he had upon arriving, but that was his mind talking. His mind, controlled by tainted candy.

Palpatine watched the door close with a smirk, absentmindedly counting the thousands of strings connected to the boy. They were tied to his fingers, Anakin at his every mercy.

Me and the devil walkin’ side by side

Anakin walked fast, making his way back to the Temple quickly.

He met Ahsoka in one of the training dojos, her two lightsabers sizzling with green. Anakin quickly activated his own weapon, standing with it in two hands in front of him.

Another time, the very same Togruta - although older - stood with her white sabres, none of the playfulness on her face. In front of her stood a monster more machine than man, a red lightsaber held in front of him.

The girl rushed to attack first, their lightsabers clashing with energy. Suddenly, it was the training room again as the apprentice dodged a slash from her Master and retaliated.

They were blue and green, later white and red. They were match for match, flickering with youth and playfulness one moment and the next, engulfed in passion. Passion, for different things, but passion nonetheless.

Me and the devil walking side by side

After Anakin trained with Ahsoka, Obi-Wan met him to train as well. They stood opposite each other, both in the same stance with their lightsaber held in front of them, two hands on the hilts.

Anakin struck first and just like that, Obi-Wan was holding his lightsaber up against a red one. The monster approached quickly, aiming fast and strong slashes at the older man.

A moment later and Anakin was back with his blue sabre and grin, the fight no longer fierce and heated and now playful.

They traded opposing blows, blue against blue. They were one of the same, two sides of a coin, two birds of a feather. They were so different yet so similar.

The fight inevitably ended the same, a man stood in guilt and shock, whether it be a blue or red sabre in his hands. Either way, he extinguished the glow and moved away, triumph flooding him as his mind ate another poisoned piece of candy.

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