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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Fake Sith TCW Trio

I have another fucked up time-travel AU! Who’s surprised? (Nobody.)

So like. Have you guys read that one fic where Luke and his students go back in time and pretend to be Sith Lords and are super hammy about it? (Sith Lord Swell by AMournfulHowlInTheNight)

This AU has contributions by @atagotiak, @the-lunar-system, @purronronner, @gelpenss, @creepingthroughthistidalwave, and @thisarenotarealblog.

I want TCW trio (plus Rex and Cody) to go back to several years pre-TPM and, since the Council DEFINITELY won't believe them about the Sith being back... they'll force the issue.

Anakin is weirdly excited about things and building up their backstory.

Anakin: Okay so I can definitely be a Maul type, with the unhinged ranting and manic laughter, Obi-Wan can be the whole Refined Rich Guy type like Dooku, where you can't even tell he's evil until he starts talking about getting out the eyeball scoops, maybe toss in a bit of mad science stuff? Ahsoka could play up like Ventress OR, oh oh, she can be the Light Side Child we need to PROTECT who's publicly begging us to return to the Light after our big dramatic Falls where we murdered like eighty people to save her, and-- Obi-Wan: Why are you never this enthusiastic about actual undercover missions. Ahsoka: Did you just have all this ready to go, or...? Anakin: WE COULD GET YELLOW CONTACT LENSES FOR ME.

Obi-Wan: How's my evil laugh?

Anakin going “Okay.. so if any of us need to murder someone to sell the bit it should be me, I think I could handle it the best. Why? No reason.”

Obi-Wan: I'm not sure a complete Fall could come from protecting Ahsoka, really-- Anakin: No, no, it could.

Obi-Wan: Surely you’d hold back because you realize neither of us want that for you. Anakin: Uh. Sure. Definitely.

Obi-Wan points out that none of them can channel the dark side to Prove they're Sith and Anakin just goes "Okay, give me like two seconds to stew in my negativity and--right, you can stop staring in horror, please."

Anakin rambles on that they can TOTALLY make the galaxy a better place while playing at being Sith! He's got a whole LIST of slave empires to "take over" and disassemble!

Anakin has a whole excited spiel about how EVIL soldiers and assistants are minions, in this case partly because Cody and Rex are too good at what they do to be mooks. Cody could pull off evil minion very well. Facial scar? Looks good in black? Quietly competent and sarcastic?

He also pushes for Obi-Wan to lounge in a fancy throne with a glass of wine while Anakin stalks the shadows and Ahsoka hangs out on the window ledge. The disaster lineage is dramatic, okay, Anakin’s just leaning into it, he’d appreciate it if everyone stopped looking at him like that.

Qui-Gon, surprisingly, ends up a skeptic about all of this. Everyone is freaking out about the Sith and he’s like “y’know I’m not even sure they’re darksiders.”

Some Jedi, possibly Qui-Gon for his conspiracy board, gets in a real risky situation and one of the Fake Sith saves them, but also panics and kinda drops character for a bit.

Jedi: You saved me! Why’d you do that? Anakin: I uh... just wanted the pleasure of killing you myself?

"You saved me. Why?" "Mmmm. Jedi." [walks away]

Qui-Gon: [trying to figure out what is up with these people semi-competently (from his perspective) pretending to be Sith] Dooku: [trying to protect Qui-Gon from Sith influence]

The gang is the most successful at pretending to be Sith to Dooku. Sure, they’re not gonna punish him for something he hasn’t done, but it’s not hard to act menacing and angry around him.

(They really do have so much fun irritating the heck out of Dooku. He hasn’t Fallen yet, but they want to keep an eye out.)

At some point, future Obi-Wan definitely drops that little tidbit of "What, you didn't think the Banites were the only Sith running around did you? You... didn't even know about the Banites. How... disappointing."

They REGULARLY use Ahsoka as an excuse to be marginally less terrible. They claim that if Ahsoka pouts, they stop. ‘Soka also uses them as an excuse for why she’s a lil feral. (To be fair, that one is accurate. She was already a lil feral before but it’s not like they did anything to stop it.) Ahsoka gets her "breaking into people's offices" jollies by bugging Nute Gunray's office.

The Jedi keep trying to Rescue Ahsoka.

Rex and Cody end up in real beskar, there's a whole Thing with Mandalore and Jango and Satine.

Obi-Wan is CONSISTENTLY worried about Anakin Falling for real, which... hey, at least he knows to be worried about Anakin Falling. Step up from canon, really.

Anakin is WAY too into killing the Hutts but like. It does... technically sell the bit.

Obi-Wan: Sure, I’m not sad that they’re dead, especially because we’re not connected to the Republic, so we don’t need to worry about starting a war and all that. But. Anakin is disturbingly cheerful about this. Rex: Wasn't he a Hutt slave? Obi-Wan: Well yes, but-- Rex: I'd kill Nala Se if I could get away with it.

Cody and Rex are very supportive of Anakin's murderous intentions.

Obi-Wan does understand anger, even killing someone in anger. Like Maul (the first time at least) and D’nar and a few others. All the same, like... y’know. The level of bloodthirst from the others is a little off-putting.

At one point, Anakin accidentally addresses young Obi-Wan by name, despite never having met before, and to cover it up, he... panic-flirts. He panics, and so he flirts, with young Obi-Wan.

(He will later blame this on old Obi-Wan, because he had to pick up the habit of flirting with the enemy from somewhere.)

Anakin vaguely implies that he's a wee bit obsessed with young Obi, and that the padawan should "get used to being the target of a dark-sider's interests," because he’s scrambling for Ominous Shit and, well, future Obi-Wan was pretty frequently a fixation point for darksiders, right?

The second he gets out, he just starts screaming into a bucket while Rex pats him on the back.

For the next however many terrible months, possibly years, he has to keep up the act while having an ongoing meltdown about how That's My Dad As A Twenty-Something.

(It doesn't help that young Obi-Wan reflexively flirted back.)

Old Obi-Wan, meanwhile, is just very "you dug this hole yourself, padawan."

There is an argument at the beginning about Obi-Wan’s outfit. If he’s gonna be a Sith, he can’t just go around in beige, but he’s like “I like this and it’s comfy.” Sure, he’s changed clothes for undercover stuff, but that’s always been temporary, y’know? He likes his beige.

We have a number of options.

My first instinct? Beige linen three piece suit, like a southern lawyer. "Now I may just be a simple Outer Rim force adept--"

And, of course, you can TOTALLY make the beige sinister: he’s impersonating a Jedi! Jedi impersonation would also explain why nobody has a red saber.

“Sure is good that the Jedi don’t seem to realize most of the galaxy doesn’t know red sabers are different and bad.” “Shhhh, stop poking holes in our story where a Jedi might overhear.”

Like.... if you do enough doublethink, it works! How would a Sith hide? In plain sight. Also, it’s a GREAT way (if they were actually assholes) to try to slander the Jedi name.

(Anakin and Ahsoka still think he could stand to put a little more effort in. Add a splash of color, for pity's sake!)

Though tbh part of me is like “What if Old Obi wore, like... a split skirt suit...” Victorian womenswear inspired because he misses his robes, but he has to look Professional, and like he's MOCKING Jedi instead of BEING one, so he wears a vintage-y split skirt thing over his leggings. Ends up looking a lot like what Ventress had for a while, but Beige. I also keep wanting to put him regency menswear.

Anyway. Obi-Wan’s wardrobe aside...

Anakin builds up his Tatoo accent again. It helps him with the (mostly true) "slavery helped me fall" backstory.

Either Cody or Rex offhandedly mentions being made to serve them (the Fake Sith) and now the Jedi are somewhat concerned about brainwashing. Are these Mandos the victims here?

“No like. Literally made for this. In a lab.” This is even more horrifying. So...

On the one hand good! The Jedi should be scared about Sith! On the other hand... it makes the Jedi more determined to stop them, specifically. They keep on getting in the way, just, all the time, and they’re not investigating the actual Sith problem, which is decidedly not great since the Team doesn’t actually know who’s a real Sith right now, except Maul, and who even knows where that guy is.

Obi-Wan, at some point: Do you think we've succeeded at this ruse... a little TOO well? Anakin: I don't follow. Obi-Wan, gesturing at the truly obnoxious amount of wealth they've collected, including "trophies" of their kills: Really? Because I'm a little worried! Anakin, planning out a battle to take on Nar Shadda: ...I'm not.

"How many people do we realistically we need to take over Hutt Space? Apparently... five."

(Mostly because Anakin is ridiculously op.)

ANAKIN AND YOUNG OBI GET KIDNAPPED BY PIRATES TOGETHER. It's tradition.

Anakin: Okay, so, I need to get really angry about something to pass as a Sith... time to think about my WIFE and how I'll NEVER SEE HER AGAIN.

Since Anakin’s life never goes as planned... this does not work. Instead of getting properly angry, he makes himself sad. There are tears. There is wailing. There’s a distraught rant or two. Young Obi ends up awkwardly trying to comfort him.

“Oh no, this… Sith?? Is crying on me. What do I do???”

Later on, when the Council wants intel: "So... one of the Sith cried on me about his wife. I think she's dead? He wasn't very clear about it but it, uh... it sounded like it might have contributed to his Fall. Also the relationship was a little unhealthy? He basically worshiped the ground she walked on and kept ranting about how he would have given her the galaxy on a platinum platter of she'd only asked, but that might be new and inspired by the Dark."

One of the random Jedi is REALLY good at detecting the truth Through The Force, and asks Anakin how he Fell...

Anakin just. Tells the Tuskens story.

They don't get pinged as lying, but oh boy does old Obi have a LOT of questions for Anakin once they're in private.

There are other things happening to help sell the ruse. Some of them are necessary! Some of them are... not.

Obi-Wan: What's the best way to show we're rich and kind of evil, but like... classy about it? Anakin, immediately: I sit on the floor next to the throne, leaning against it, and you call me pet names while stroking my hair, and then when you need something killed I get to do it for you and then I go back to the floor and you thank me for the directed violence, and then you go back to Negotiations with criminals while I’m sitting there covered in blood. Obi-Wan: ...is there something you want to TELL us, or...?

"You're all going to get a glimpse of something normally kept hidden about me." "Anakin, you don't have to do that." "No, I'm gonna."

(Anakin has decided hes going to peel his kink tomato to sell this ruse, and the others are slightly uncomfortable with that.)

Anakin: Okay, I cannot keep flirting with you. Young Obi: Wait, what? But that's the best part of any time we run into you! Anakin: You look WAY too much like my Master did when I met him. Obi: O...kay? If someone looked like my master when HE was young, I'd-- Anakin: My Sith Master half-raised me. He's basically my dad. Obi: ... Anakin: What's that look for? Obi: I mean, you spend a lot of time lounging at his feet, and, like, given how much you hate slavery, I... kind of assumed it was a kink thing? Anakin, brightly: Oh no, I just have a LOT of trauma. And neuroses. Snips says they’re neuroses.

Young Obi is a little upset because he was actually getting REALLY into Flirting With The Enemy and was hoping it would go somewhere. He mopes to Qui-Gon about it. Qui-Gon isn't sure whether to be proud about Obi breaking rules, or worried over Obi-Wan falling for a Fake Sith.

(As Tia put it: "You enjoy making young Obi-Wan have a completely unrequited crush on Anakin, don’t you?")

Fortunately, one of those attractive Young Mando boys very kindly helped him tape up his ribs this one time, and has thus caught his eye...

I feel like having Cody date Young Obi would court an entirely different kind of (internet) drama because clone ages, but whatever.

Also please imagine an element of "so I'm dating the genetic identical of my boss... who's dating the man I'm a genetic identical of..."

(It's probably not actually Jangobi but man would that be funny and also stupid.)

Somehow Young Obi figures out that the "Sith Master" is a future him before he realizes that they're not actually dark. In his defense, Anakin was pretty convincing. Especially with the wife rant. It makes HIM more obsessed with Anakin, in a reversal of the implied earlier dynamic, which is all kinds of weird. Less romantic but like. Still weird.

"Future Me Scares Me" with Extra stupid. "Future Me Annoys Me." "Future Me acts like grandmaster Dooku, but more sass." "Future Me raised a really hot evil guy that refuses to bang Present Me." "Future Me might be a Sith, but I'm getting more and more convinced he's just fucking with us all." "Future Me is really rocking that beard, and I can't BELIEVE we figured out a way around the babyface."

"I’m kinda concerned about the whole evil thing, but I’m also glad that I know I’ll stay hot as I get older."

Quinlan approves of the priorities.

Also a lot of interactions with older Obi are very Anakin: [does/says something deeply unhinged] Obi-Wan: So, do you want to…. Talk about that? Maybe? Anakin: What’s there to talk about?? I’m fine, everything’s fine! Anyways how about those plans for tracking down Maul?

Anakin later, like way after the ruse is lifted, just blankly tells everyone that he did Fall, once, and Older Obi made him get therapy about it after the truth came out between the two of them a few months into the Fake Sith thing.

Where'd they find a therapist? I'm sure there's one SOMEWHERE around. Denon and Herdessa are close enough, and they've done enough "your criminal empire now belongs to me" that they can pay well. They make sure to find one that takes confidentiality real seriously.

It's all very "we need some more time to unpack all that."

Therapy helps get Anakin to figure out Sheev’s whole deal. They don't necessarily figure out he’s a Sith from it, but they figure out he’s sketchy and they need to look into that more. Obi-Wan probably already thought he was sketchy, but the whole active gaslighting campaign was a little surprising. They realize that he kinda benefited a lot from a lot of Sith plots and they still probably don’t think he’s a Sith but Obi-Wan is definitely starting to think he’s working with one.

"Okay, we're already bugging Gunray, should we bug Palpatine just to be safe?"

They get away with a lot of slicing because Anakin is a technical genius from twenty years in the future.

The reasons they're so good at Taking Over Hutt Space: 1. They know parts of the future. 2. They have superpowers and FAR less reason to not use them, now that their actions aren't going to reflect on the Republic. 3. They have Cody and Rex, who are two of the greatest military minds in the galaxy, and know EXACTLY how to wage a war that covers a solid third of the galaxy, starting from a position of relative weakness. 4. Anakin's charisma is scary high, and his knowledge of slave culture means they gain a lot of trust from the people they free, and they just... keep acquiring volunteers for the army they didn't plan to have. Obi-Wan doesn't know what to do. He thinks they might have started a cult?

In his defense, Dooku sort of started a cult, and Komari got kidnapped by a cult, brainwashed into joining it properly, and then took it over as head figure of said cult. It's practically tradition!

Comics Vader is the central figure of like three different cults, it was really just inevitable.

Anakin: Aw, don't worry master, it's not a cult, it's a revolution! Ahsoka: They're worshiping him, though. Anakin: ...it's still a revolution! Just... with some misunderstandings.

Also, if they got wind of people trying to keep people from being able to leave and other culty stuff like that, they’d probably put a stop to it pretty damn quick.

Names! Time for names. As per usual, it's easiest to keep track of Obi-Wan's alternate Older Self by just calling him Ben.

Darth Ben.

Ahsoka: You should be Darth Boring. Obi-Wan: I can still make you run laps, you know.

Anakin: The Force is telling me to call myself Darth Vader. Obi-Wan: ...why? Anakin: I dunno, but it sounds cool, I'll run with it.

Someone: Ben has all the answers; we shouldn’t question him, ever. Ben: One time I lost a planet, and a five-year-old found it for me.

More options: Going with the "evil word with the prefix 'in' chopped off" that we get with Sidious and Vader: Darth Surrectus (as in insurrection) Just random Latin words: Darth Temporus (time) Darth Commenticius (fake)

Anyway, back to Nonsense:

Maul goes after young Obi early, because the Fake Sith are really invested in this one random Padawan (Sidious is saying he might be a cousin of the false Sith Master? They do look similar enough) so someone needs to investigate. Naturally, Anakin shows up with some wild screeching to fight Maul, and when someone questions why he got involved it gets very "Kenobi is MINE!" and like. Okay. So.

Anakin means it in a very Sith "to toy with" and "to torture" way, or the ‘my chosen opponent!’ way, just the same kind of Obsession as Maul had with Obi-Wan in the original timeline. Unfortunately, Anakin’s a weird-ass person who flirts with Young Obi against his own better judgement, so there's some awkward "Like... your boyfriend?" from young Obi. Anakin just screeches in SOME emotion that nobody wants to interpret, and couldn't even if they wanted to, and starts whacking away at Maul again.

(Anakin hasn't explained the "you look exactly like my dad, sorry, it's just too weird" thing yet, and he is HAVING MANY REGRETS.)

There's definitely at least one instance where a person asks Anakin if he's planning on dating That One Jedi Twink, or at least banging out the tension. At that point in time, Anakin doesn't actually know who the fuck they're talking about, because "Obi-Wan + Twink = Does Not Compute" for dear, dense Ani, and instead he just ends up ranting about how he is LOYAL TO THE MEMORY OF HIS LATE WIFE, how DARE anyone so much as INSINUATE that he would TARNISH HER PERFECT MEMORY and UNWAVERING KINDNESS and WHOLESOME BEING, and the person who asked doesn't end up lightsabered but they do end up with a LOT to tell whoever they're reporting to.

Young Obi-Wan definitely hears Anakin mutter the phrase “something to discuss with my therapist later” a few times, and he’s a little bewildered because darksiders definitely don’t seem like the type of people to go to therapy. They’re the type of people to need therapy, sure, but not the type to go to therapy.

I think it would be very fun for Young Obi to continue sighing over Anakin (who's pretending to be fine with it and even flirting back because he's in too deep to stop and hasn't worked up the courage to explain the elephant in the room) while Anakin is covered in grease and infodumping while having a slightly manic hyperfocus on engine repairs while the two of them Somehow got stranded together in the middle of bumfuck nowhere (it's Plagueis's doing, he finds the interactions between THESE two in particular to be the most informative regarding the fake Sith).

Anakin, at some point while stranded with young Obi-Wan, and having actually started unpacking some stuff in therapy, though he’s def still got a ways to go: I’m pretty sure Ben cares about me. He acts like he cares, like he’ll do stuff like put extra blankets in my quarters in the spaceship because I get cold real easily or track down those droid parts I need for a project and he always has my back in a fight but y’know it’d be nice to hear him say he loves me once in a while. Especially because we kinda had a rough start and idk I don’t think he wanted me around at first.

And uh. Obi-Wan definitely relates to that a bit too much, y’know?

I want to say that Young Obi ends up mentioning All That to one of the clones or Ahsoka later, because they seem probably invested in Anakin's well-being, even if Ben is, well, a Sith, so Obi-Wan's a little worried the man's affection really is fake, but at least Ahsoka...

(Ironic, given what Anakin's actual eventual Sith would-be-Master was like.)

Young Obi mentions Anakin’s most recent rant to Ahsoka, and she just goes "Wait, is that why Skyguy likes to sit by the throne and get called pet names?" "Uh... I don't... know... but it sounds like all of you have a LOT to unpack there, Miss Apprentice."

Later on: "Master Kenobi, you need to tell Skyguy you love him 'cause apparently he's been having a lot of emotions about you not telling him you care and he's been talking to mini-you about it whenever they get stuck together and--"

Young Obi-Wan is just constantly the "Now we don't have time to unpack all of that" John Mulaney gif. Anakin in particular is a mess, and young Obi-Wan slowly goes from "I want to date that" to "I want to study that" about him.

Obi-Wan gets stuck somewhere with Ben, tries to small talk, gets on the topic of Vader, and spills the drama. He gets an awkward “Thank you for bringing that to my attention.”

It’s followed by a fairly frustrated “I try, but Anakin refuses to communicate his needs to me, and it feels like I’m always falling short.”

At least one member of the group is in therapy, probably all of them, but they’re still using young Obi as a sounding board for all this stuff. On the bright side, this is probably good for impressing the importance of good communication on Obi-Wan.

Good for Obi-Wan! And... whatever Padawan he eventually has.

As for baby Anakin, who is approximately age four, I want to go with "Anakin decides to be his own uncle, and Shmi just rolls with it because fuck it, she’s not a slave anymore, and a Fake Sith is a solid defense against anyone trying to re-enslave them."

[This is a backstory I've had them use before (see here and here).]

Seeing Big Ani and Little Ani in the same space might be what finally pings the "oh shit, that's future me" thing for Obi-Wan... you know, if he’s ever allowed close enough to see Little Ani in the first place.

Little Ani stays with the fake-Sith and is sorta jointly trained by all of them, and young Obi-Wan teaches little 'Soka at the Temple. Ani and 'Soka still end up friends somehow, but it is fairly different.

Every time little Ani addresses Old Obi as "Dad," it's just like ten kinds of awkward. The one time someone tried to explain that Ben wasn't his new dad, Shmi glared them down. She is of the opinion that, all the gods be damned, Ani deserves to refer to the most mature man in his life, who raised another him in another timeline already, as a father.

Ani doesn't NEED a father, Shmi herself is more than enough, but he does deserve to have this if he wants it.

An alternative conclusion to the time travel is uh. So the Mandalorians are genetically identical (give or take a hair gene) and really resemble Jango Fett, though whether anyone notices that is up in the air. Then the three ‘Sith’ (two fake Sith and their morality chain tag-along) have three younger, identical copies show up….

It could be really weird cloning shenanigans. Now, it makes no sense that they’d make clones, and stagger their production like that, and leave them as babies on various planets for Jedi to find. IDK what reasons Obi-Wan would come up with for that, but it’s a fun little detour before he gets to time travel.

There's a really painful moment (for the audience, who know about canon Vader) where someone tries to convince Ahsoka to leave the Sith and she's just like "no way, they'd never hurt me!” Then she clarifies that “someone has to keep them from doing stupid Sith shit whenever they get bored, you know?"

A bunch of Jedi probably think she’s delusional, but the few that have seen her get into trouble that is legitimately too much for her, which isn't often, have then seen Anakin show up like the devil himself to save her, and it's like. Oh. This is why she isn't scared of them hurting her.

We’ve discussed how Anakin does get concerningly in character with the fake Sith thing. However, Anakin and Ahsoka are, just once in a while, surprised by how Ben gets sometimes when playing the bad guy.

After all, he stabbed a dude with a fork and threatened to eat him during his time as Hardeen…

He has the same dramatic streak as all the rest of the lineage. He can be vindictive and creepy and scary as fuck.

HOWEVER:

Obi-Wan: I know I'm supposed to be playing at evil right now, but how do we feel about me making that evil a little... fruity? Ahsoka: Fruity, master? Anakin, who knows where this is going: [buries face in hands] Obi-Wan: You know, the... [limp wrist] Ahsoka: ... Obi-Wan: I mean, I'm already bisexual and well-groomed, I can play it up.

What’s the point of being evil if you can’t be flamboyant?

Anyway, I had to put in a lot of thought for what to do with Rex and Cody, because there's a solid place for them in terms of strategy, but it doesn't do much to give them independent narrative arcs, and 'young Obi-Wan has a crush' isn't much of an arc, you know?

So, basic info first: Cody, Rex, and Anakin all hold the rank of General in this AU because, like... who else is gonna. Ahsoka remains a commander because everyone declares her Baby, and also to keep up the "I'm a morality chain" ruse.

Cody maintains a very stern and unyielding public persona, but the second they're behind closed doors, he's roughhousing with his little brother.

Rex has some fun pretending to be a sadist whenever he and Anakin have to team up, because hamming it up as an evil bastard in front of Jedi is actually really fun... but usually, he's a competent fucking professional.

Because here's the thing: someone has to be.

They both kind of hate the army they've gotten, because these people don't even have proper trigger discipline, let alone any actual discipline.

This army? Tragic. They hate it. Give them the clones.

They have to be drill sergeants for months before they have anything worth sending onto the field.

I think that might be how/when they end up reaching out to Jango. Like, the first inroad is absolutely "we're your clones from the future and you were a Shit Dad so you owe us," but then they actually talk him around into letting the Fake Sith hire him. He brings along all the Mandalorians he can get to answer his calls, and on suggestion from Those Mando Twins, joins the army Ben doesn't even want.

Darth Boring doesn't want an army! Unfortunately, Cody thinks that's stupid as hell, and is overruling Ben so they can actually work on this 'cleaning up the galaxy of slavery' thing with actual resources.

Cody and Rex are super competent, and it shows in their horrified disdain for the state of their troops.

Rex: Fucking natborns. Anyone who isn't in the know: What's a natborn? Rex: [leaves without answering] People: WHAT'S A NATBORN???

(I'm assuming that the word smush is harder to parse in Basic.)

I think young Obi-Wan's new crush on Cody should also be unrequited. Cody's just like... bemused. Very "Okay, then, that sure is an Affection you've decided on."

Cody and Anakin both: Sorry, it’d just be too weird. Obi-Wan: Why would it be too weird? Cody and Anakin: Reasons.

Rex has to deal with the "whyyyyy" from both his brother and his (former?) General.

Young Obi-Wan just likes cute boys that fight good! Is that so wrong???

Ahsoka: So since we're not officially Jedi anymore-- Obi-Wan: We're still Je-- Ahsoka: Can we date? Can I date now? I want to date someone before we go back to the Code. It's a classic life experience for most teenage girls, and I want to Have That Experience before we're back at the Temple. Obi-Wan: You're not... you can date, Ahsoka, that's not actually banned by the Code. I mean, you'd have to keep it casual, but-- Ahsoka: I CAN DATE!!!

(Great priorities, Ahsoka.)

An idea I'm toying with is that one of the clones ends up Legally Engaged to Satine for political reasons, and young Obi-Wan is just like ???? because not only can he not date the hot boys, but one of said hot boys has become Mr. Steal Yo Girl.

Young Obi-Wan is suffering, and Quinlan is the worst friend ever because Quinlan is laughing at him.

There is obviously the question of

"How would Satine ever end up agreeing to that, given what their public personas are like and all that? She puts duty ahead of personal feelings but all indications are that it’s a terrible decision both ways." (as stated by Tia)

Which, yes, I forgot to actually say that I was imagining Jango had declared "those twins" his heirs after telling people they were his younger* cousins. Because reasons.

* Jango is about 27 when they land in the past, and I’m going to say the accelerated aging ended after hitting physically twenty because no, I don’t want to deal with that. As far as anyone knows, Cody and Rex are about five years younger than Jango. They’re less than year apart, which isn’t very visible, and most people assume they’re identical twins (except Rex’s hair), and that Cody just looks slightly older because of the scar.

Darth Boring had convinced Satine that the way to keeping Mandalore peaceful was to work with Jango (because Darth Boring, which is not his actual title but it is what Ahsoka insists on calling him in private, has a vested interest in keeping Mandalore and all interested parties calm), and he... maybe accidentally set up a political marriage between her and one of the clones.

It wasn't on purpose! Satine never married in his timeline, okay, he didn't expect her to ever get married here, either! He didn't even suggest it! This just happened!

(I want to say that Cody would be more competent at having a political marriage? But IDK.)

Do I do the Satine thing? It has potential, but also it's a bit of a cop-out. Do I have Cody be a diplomatic representative for their pseudo-Sith empire? He could be, but I think he'd hate it. Do I have Rex date one the Chaos Entities (Anakin or Ahsoka), or is that too repetitive with my other works? THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH GOING ON.

Part of me wants Quinlan to get a crush on Cody, and the crush gets bigger specifically in response to the fact that Cody refuses to take him seriously and/or just doesn't give him the time of day.

Based on their one interaction in TCW, they probably let get along ok. Cody maybe likes him back, buuuuuuut internally he's just a little "you were tolerable at almost-forty; early twenties you is obnoxious."

Just imagine the absolutely puppyish attempts at gaining approval and Impressing The Hot Mando General. Quinlan keeps having vague daydreams of seducing someone to the side of the Light. He really leans into the bodice ripper fantasies of saving someone evil with the power of love! (And also the power of really good sex.)

Bant looks at Quin and Obi and wants to throw them both into the nearest pond because they're idiots, but on this topic they are the same flavor of idiot. She considers calling up Reeft and Garen to help her knock some sense into them.

Quinlan: Can I volunteer to go undercover to the Sith? The Council: No. Quinlan: ...what if I-- The Council: No.

Tholme tries to get Qui-Gon to commiserate over their Padawans getting obsessed with Hot Sith Boys, but Qui-Gon just finds the whole thing funny. He knows from the chats he has with Ben that Anakin feels so completely, utterly, incredibly awkward about all of this.

(Ben continues to hold to "Anakin brought this on himself.")

(Ben also “kidnaps” Qui-Gon a lot.)

Also, hey, at least Quinlan isn’t actually into hot Sith boys! He’s into hot Sith minions which is... probably a step up. At least Cody’s not a Sith himself!

It's a step in some direction but Tholme has no idea which one.

(Quinlan sees Cody in dress uniform once and just keeps the mental image for Ages. It’s in his dreams. Sometimes said dreams overflow to Tholme via Force Mind Magic and Quinlan wakes up to someone smacking his face with a pillow.)

Arguably, Quin's also a lot more romantic about his crush than Obi-Wan is, in this case. Quinlan: I want to save him... Obi-Wan: Hey, hey, cute boy. Look at me. Let’s bang.

Cody: There are currently two future Jedi generals having some form of absurd romantic fixation in my direction. I don't know how to feel about this. Rex: Bed them. Cody: ...I'm not saying that's not eventually an option, but one of them is the younger Kenobi, and I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. Rex: Pat him on the head like a tooka and then bed his friend, it'll be funny.

I think the Quinlan thing and also general exasperation of leading an absolutely useless army can function pretty solidly as the basis for Cody, but I have another idea for Rex now.

Komari is currently brainwashed in a cult, yes? So.

I keep bouncing around back and forth on what to do with Rex, but part of me suddenly really likes the idea of, after Team Fake Sith finds and dissolves the cult (as one does), and takes Komari into custody (because she's dangerous and deeply unwell), Rex kind of ends up her touchstone to being a decent person. He’s not a morality chain, and it’s not really a redeemed-through-love thing, just This Is A Solid Dude who doesn't pity her or thinks she's irredeemable (however you choose to define such a thing), but actually relates to the kind of conditions living like that can involve, and just kind of...

I don’t know. I think Rex's arc in this AU could be very heavily grounded in something to the effect of "You're not the worst darksider I've met. You're not the only person who was in a cult. You're not even the only former Jedi I know that's committed awful, horrible crimes. My question is just this: What are you going to do moving forward?"

Later Anakin: Wait, who do we know that was in a cult? Rex: What did you think Kamino was?

(Rex isn't as chill as he'd like her to think, but he's trying, and she's fairly reliant on the Force to understand emotions, and is currently in nullifying cuffs, so he can bluff.)

Komari needs someone solid and dependable to rely on for at least conversation, and I think Rex needs to feel needed.

I’m not sure if it’d be romance or friendship, but I think there's a solid basis to work with, potentially.

Per Tia:

One thing about Rex and shipping is like. If you want to do Rexwalker again that's fine, but if you're worried about repetitiveness but still want to like. Ship him in a non-political-convenience way. Rexsoka here actually would be different than your other stuff.

I'm trying to figure out if I can make it work because Ahsoka thematically fits very much into a little sister shaped hole here? She feels younger than in other works, despite not actually being younger than she is in, say, Commander Buir. In those other fics, she has some time alone to function and prove herself independently of Anakin and Obi-Wan.

I usually pluck Ahsoka out at sixteen if I'm pulling her from TCW, so she's got most of her competence but hasn't gotten quite all the trauma yet. Commander Buir, in particular, also has baby-shaped Anakin for contrast.

That said, I can see a decent source of narrative conflict in her wanting to experiment with romance and all that, and Anakin trying to tell her she's too young.

A year into this whole time-travel mess, she wants to give the dating thing a shot, and it spirals into "You were only two years older than me when you got married!"

I think I could build a plot out of Ahsoka wanting to do these things, and Anakin as an audience insert not quite processing that she's old enough to make these decisions. If she's choosing to date Rex, whose age works out as being close to hers when one takes into account Kamino fuckery, and whom she trusts absolutely, it’s arguably extra weird for Anakin to be upset with it.

"Senator Amidala was five years older than you, and you married her when you were nineteen and had only really known her for a week! I can go on a date with a guy we both know is one of the most trustworthy people alive if I want, Skyguy!"

I can definitely see Ahsoka getting annoyed with Anakin being overbearing and controlling at some point before that unrelated to romance, too. It’s not exactly a new fault of his.

My god, just imagine someone snidely asking Anakin "where's your little shadow?" and Anakin, being Himself and also a Fake Sith, has an emotional breakdown about how Ahsoka yelled at him for micromanaging her and not trusting her to make her own decisions in life and so she got herself a multi-month solo mission from Ben that Anakin isn't allowed to know any details about, and--

It's another one of those "oh, you have PROBLEMS problems with your mental health" incidents for the Jedi to add to the file, because Anakin having emotionally charged rants about his issues at seemingly terrible times is how they get a lot of information.

Some of the rants are planned.

Many of them, actually.

They want the Jedi to know these things.

Just, well. Anakin.

He really is a little Like That.

On that note, I'm low-key imagining that Anakin gets put on mood stabilizers by the therapist in this context, and he's doing good! He's handling his issues! He's--been captured with Obi-Wan the Younger again and his medication was confiscated.

Anakin is... not great. He's a little out of practice managing his unmedicated self, and when adding withdrawal symptoms onto that... poor Anakin.

(Poor Obi-Wan.)

I think it would be best if Anakin makes a bunch of ominous blustery comments at their captors about how they won't like what's coming to them if they take his belongings (AKA the fanny pack that has his backup pills), and then Obi-Wan just gets to watch Anakin get more and more erratic, because like. Yes, Anakin is using the Force to compensate, but unfortunately he's mostly cut off, and the stress of the situation is pushing him away from depression and into the beginnings of a manic episode.

Anakin is aware of his issues to the point where he's mostly managing, and he keeps asking Obi-Wan "would it make sense for me to [slightly deranged, very impulsive action]," and Obi-Wan realizes he's being the morality sounding board for the Hot Sith because ??? reasons?????

Eventually, Anakin does flop back in bed and dramatically throws his arm over his eyes, and says he needs his meds back, he's absolutely going to lose it, and Obi-Wan tentatively asks what kind of medication. There are levels to worry about. Mild allergy medication is one thing, but heart medication that needs to be taken every four hours is another, you know? He wants to know how much panic is appropriate.

Anakin lets him know that it's Psychiatric In Nature. Obi-Wan suddenly realizes that he really, really, really doesn't want to know what a properly erratic, unmedicated Anakin is like.

(An unmedicated Anakin really isn't nearly as bad as Obi-Wan fears. Anakin's been dealing with this for a while, and knows what his issues are and some of how to deal with them. He'd need to be running on no sleep and higher levels of stress, or to have been drugged with something meant to increase his aggression, to really lose his shit and do something worthy of Vader. RotS levels of stress and sleep deprivation is required to pull RotS levels of manic paranoid delusion.)

Tia asked:

How long does it take the Jedi in general to catch on to how like. They have opportunities. But these Sith never seem to harm any Jedi. And it’s not just like, the past timeline parts of the disaster lineage. They probably get opportunities to hurt other Jedi. Ones that are less skilled at saber work. And more importantly ones that they don’t seem weirdly interested in."

I'm not sure, really. The Jedi don't spend as much time in the Outer Rim as they could, and that's where the Team operates, so actually running into them by accident is unlikely for anyone other than Shadows.

Fortunately, it's really easy to toy with Shadows with the excuse of "I want to see how long it takes before you Fall with us."

I do want like... okay. Here’s the mental image:

Qui-Gon calls them out on being Fake Sith pretty quickly, so Ben just sort of eyes him, dramatically, and orders out "Leave us" to all non-team people. The threat of torture is implied but not stated. He gestures with wine to keep in character. He definitely makes sure Young Obi-Wan is ushered out, so it's just five time travelers, Qui-Gon Jinn, and Ahsoka's immortal force birb.

"...so, what's the reason for the farce, Obi-Wan?" "How in all the hells did you figure it out so quickly?"

(Qui-Gon cheated a bit. He could feel the broken training bond that was never properly severed due to Traumatic Death Of A Master on Ben's end)

Ben didn't realize he'd feel it! Young Obi-Wan can't feel his older self or a training bond with Anakin or Ahsoka, so why could Qui-Gon?

IDK if there would be anything on the level of crying and hugging it out, but I think it would be very funny if, every time young Obi and Anakin are getting captured by pirates or something, Ben and Qui-Gon are just having a nice afternoon tea and checking their watches to see if their respective walking bundles of neuroses are done with their adventure yet.

The Council is So Done, because Qui-Gon continues to insist that they're Not That Bad, but every time anyone other than Qui-Gon brings up the friendship, Ben laughs and makes a comment about how absolutely gullible Master Jinn is.

Obi-Wan is skeptical of his own experiences with Anakin, at least, if only because he's skeptical about Anakin's everything.

"I don't know if Vader is telling me the truth. I don't know if he's telling himself the truth. I don't think he's a great source of information even when he thinks he's being honest."

Anakin could tell Obi-Wan the full and complete truth, and Obi-Wan would worriedly put a hand to his forehead and start doing tests for hallucinations and paranoid delusions. In his defense, this is a very reasonable assumption to make with an individual like Anakin. It's just also not accurate, this time. I don’t know if Anakin hallucinates in canon without a weird inciting incident like Force Nonsense or getting drugged by the enemy, but paranoid delusion is pretty much all of RotS.

"I’m your time-traveling padawan who’s pretending to be a Sith to catch some other Sith who’re going to start a galactic civil war and those Mandalorians you like are from a clone army based on a template of Jango Fett made to serve the Jedi (because that’s totally something he’d sign up for), and one of the Sith is your grandmaster but he doesn’t seem to have fallen yet, it’s probably fine," is hard to believe.

Honestly, even if he seemed stable before saying that, which he doesn’t, it’s all real far fetched. There's a lot going on and Obi-Wan wouldn't even begin to believe it without evidence.

I've had it in my head that he and Bant and Quinlan have been gossiping about the mess for months if not years about these idiots, and at one point it became common knowledge that Ben was a Kenobi, and Bant convinced them (since the two were among the most likely in the entire Order to encounter the Fake Sith) to get a DNA sample, probably hair or blood since that's easiest so they can figure out HOW these two are related, if they are, and then there's a whole big thing.

Bant: No, no, this must be contaminated, it's coming up as Obi-Wan! Are you sure you didn't accidentally grab some of your own hairs? I know it's a little long for most of your hair, but the braid-- Quinlan: Wait, they keep claiming stuff about cloning, right? Maybe someone's a clone? Check for artificial telomeres! Bant: ...okay, so, there aren't any artificial telomeres, but the ones from apparently-Ben are... a lot shorter... um... I don't know what to do with this. It's like I have two samples from the same person, twenty years apart. Quinlan: Obi-Wan, what's that face? Why are you-- Obi-Wan: Vader told me he was a time-traveler. I thought it was the fever talking, but...

That’s how he finds out that Ben is future-him before finding out about how he’s not evil!

"Master Jinn... I think... I think the Sith controlling the Outer Rim is me from the future." "Oh, you finally figured it out?" "I AM HAVING A CRISIS HERE."

Obi-Wan, after a few hours of dazed realization, runs screaming to Quinlan and Bant like 'GUYS GUYS THIS EXPLAINS WHY VADER KEPT SAYING IT WAS WEIRD AND THAT I LOOK LIKE HIS MASTER AND THAT IT WOULD BE LIKE DATING HIS DAD.'

You know, the important stuff.

I think Qui-Gon tells him that Ben isn't evil because, like, That Sure Is A Crisis Obi-Wan's Having. He could hold off for shits and giggles, sure, but Obi-Wan’s on the edge of something Really Concerning, mentally. Best help calm him down on at least one or two things.

Obi-Wan’s maybe still a little skeptical until he confronts them over it. Because their Sith act was real good and also like. Maybe Qui-Gon just wants to believe the best of his Padawan, y’know?

Quinlan runs into Ben before Obi-Wan does, after this whole mess, and gets to observe as money changes hands and people act like sore winners about bets made for When Does Obi-Wan Figure It Out.

Anakin was saying 'soon' because he really didn't think the fever-fueled rant would be discounted as easily as it was.

Cody was of the opinion that it would take at least a few more years since they're actually pretty damn good at this whole schtick.

Quinlan: Wow, he's... going to be really disappointed that you have such a low opinion of his intelligence. Cody, gesturing at Ben: Experience. Darth Ben: ಠ_ಠ

Cody just rattles off some of the Extremely Stupid Shit that Ben's done in their time working together.

Rex cheerily offers up "You didn't even realize General Skywalker was married, sir! And they weren't subtle!" "I knew they were together, I just didn--" "Everyone knew they were together, sir. Everyone."

(Rex had the lowest opinion of their deductive capabilities. He claims it would have taken until Baby Ahsoka showed up at the Jedi Temple.)

-Once Obi-Wan accepts that they're decent people after all- Obi-Wan: Wow, Anakin, you're real good at acting unhinged! Anakin: Haha. Yeah. Thanks?

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Loki x f!Reader - Go To Bed Angry

Requested by Anonymous Warnings/Tags: fighting, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and implied smut at the end (18+), there might be typos I only proof-read this once Word Count: 4,1K Summary: An argument between Loki and you escalates to the point of sleeping in separate rooms. However, Loki doesn't want to go to bed angry or upset with you, so he joins you in the guest room to talk things through. All you want to do is to remind him that you're there for him. A/N: I listened to 'Go to bed angry' by Set If Off while writing this. You might enjoy that while reading.

YOUR POV

It was evident that something was troubling Loki. Your suspicions only grew during the morning when he would mumble things under his breath and seem lost in his own thoughts, barely even acknowledging you.

Whenever he was stressed, he had a tendency to scratch his forehead or mindlessly tug at his own hair. You wanted nothing more than to take his hands in yours and hold him, but it wasn't always that easy.

Typically, you would simply ask him about things and he would open up to you. After all, you were married. The level of trust between you made it easy to discuss anything you could possibly think of. Things just flowed between you like that. However, no marriage, no matter how good, was flawless.

You had tried to offer a listening ear, but Loki made it clear that he had no desire to discuss what was bothering him, not now at least. Fair enough. You decided to give him some space and hope he would come to you once he felt ready to talk about what was clawing at his mind so deeply.

After disappearing during noon, you had been in your shared home enjoying a lazy day by cooking a delicious dinner and taking care of yourself. Your home was close to the palace, on royal grounds. Loki was your husband as much as he was the prince of Asgard. His duties kept him busy and living by the palace did have its perks.

You had your duties as well, but on that day you had the house all to yourself. In a way, it was relaxing. The privacy gave you time to think about the past few days and do whatever you wanted to do, even taking a bath and staying soaked in the floral-scented bath oils until the water turned cold. By the time you had gotten dressed and nearly finished making dinner, Loki came back home. You hoped he was ready to talk to you now.

With a smile on your face, you walked up to Loki who was standing awkwardly by the entrance to the kitchen.

"How was your day?" You wondered innocently as you approached him, reaching to wrap your arms around him until Loki stopped you by grabbing your hands, simply holding them instead of being embraced. It was strange of him to do so, but you didn't say anything yet.

"It was nothing out of the ordinary, to put it nicely," Loki pulled his lips into a thin line. He was clearly hiding something and for some reason, he felt the need to hide the truth from you. It had never been an issue for him to blatantly tell you about how horrible his day was so why was today different?

After briefly considering your options, you decided to hit the nail head on and ask him what was really going on. You didn't want him to dwell on things and let his worries pile up in his head, you also knew that any conversation with him would feel forced if you didn't address the obvious.

"What's bothering you, my love?" You squeezed his hand and caught the sorry look on his face. It quickly turned into something riddled with annoyance.

Loki squeezed your hands back before letting go, "Nothing." Just like that, he walked past you and avoided facing your pitying eyes. Right now, the last thing Loki felt deserving of was pity.

He was a great liar, but right now you saw right through him. Did he think you would believe that? If anything, that only worried you furthermore. So many questions began to run circles in your mind. What could possibly be so bad that he wouldn't discuss it with you? Had you done something? Would it be worse to let it go or keep pressing? Both options felt wrong, but you also didn't want Loki to suffer alone. Maybe all he needed was a tiny push?

"You know you can talk to me, right?"

When he had returned home, you had not expected the tension to build up so quickly. Even with his back turned to you, posed so tall and strong, you could tell he was crumbling. Everything about him shouted that he was annoyed, possibly exhausted.

"I know," Loki mumbled and added something to the end which you couldn't quite catch.

"You don't have to tell me what's going on, but I can tell that something is bothering you. I'm just worried, that's all," It seemed sensible to you to explain why you insisted on talking about things with him. After all, he would do the same thing if he was in your shoes. Countless memories could prove that.

Somehow, what you just expressed seemed to push him over the edge, not in the way you had hoped. After letting things fill up the bottle in his mind, it finally spilt over and you happened to be there for it.

"That's just it, you worry so much!" Loki was fed up and it seemed he was taking it out on you. Sure, you had poked the bear but he was your husband - you had to be able to communicate!

"I'm worried because I love you!"

Loki bit his tongue and for a mere moment, it was quiet apart from the sound of the kettle whistling as the tea was boiling over by the stove. The noise was annoying and when mixed with the tension in the room, it struck a nerve in you. Perhaps what hurt the most was that he didn't reply to what you had told him.

The whistling continued to be the only noise filling up the room as Loki distracted himself by gathering dust with his finger, swiping it across the shelf on the wall by his side. He studied the grey speckles on his finger as if that was the most interesting matter in the universe.

"Hello? Is anyone home or am I talking to a wall?" You couldn't believe how blatantly he was ignoring you right now. When you watched him flick the dust off his fingers and onto the floor you had just swiped, you had to bite your own tongue. Was he trying to annoy you? Maybe you were a bit harsh just now, but you couldn't take it back either.

As Loki turned around to face you, you could've sworn he looked at you the same way he looked at Thor back when Thor had 'accidentally' ratted Loki out to Frigga. Great. You wished you could magically poof yourself back to the soothing bath instead of dealing with the inevitable argument that had sort of already begun. Why didn't things ever go your way? In an ideal world, every conversation would be a smooth sail, but of course, real-life was never like that.

"What do you want to hear, Y/N? That I had a terrible day? Would that satisfy you?" Loki threw his arms up by his sides, making everything appear more dramatic than it had to be.

You rolled your eyes at his remark, "I just want you to be honest with me. You don't have to suffer alone, you know."

"A bad day doesn't mean I'm suffering, I'm not that fragile-"

Without giving it a thought, you raised an eyebrow at his words which Loki with those hawk eyes of his undoubtedly caught.

He continued, "this is precisely why I want space."

"You're not fragile, Loki, but something bothered you before you left and you can't pin this on a bad day," You wanted him to know you knew more than he led you to believe. Right now it was up to him if he wanted to discuss it and judging by his behaviour, it was not going to happen. A thud began to grow deep in your skull, either from pressure or the thoughts that were aching to push through.

Loki narrowed his eyes, studying you silently as if he was trying to either read your mind or find something to bicker about. With all his magic, you weren't sure what he was doing.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest and stared right back at him. Two could play this game.

You loved him with all your heart, but sometimes it really showed that he was raised in a palace. You knew his upbringing hadn't been a story of rainbows and sunshine, but he did always have the perks of a Prince - still did. It wasn't really his fault that his communication skills weren't all that good, but you weren't perfect either. Patience was key, but sometimes it was easy to lose that key.

The silence stretched longer until it felt heavy and bothersome. Truly, it felt stupid, but either of you admitted it. Since Loki wasn't saying anything, although you swore his silence spoke louder than words, you had to open your mouth,

"The silent treatment? Is that what you're giving me or did a cat get your tongue?"

Loki shook his head in disbelief, in a way that simply pushed at your buttons. The passive-aggressiveness of it all was going to be the death of you.

"I don't want to say anything I'd come to regret," Loki stated, making it clear he was certainly thinking of harsher comments. Then again, it meant a lot to you that he didn't want to say anything hurtful in the heat of the moment.

"Loki," You sighed, wanting to hold him, touch him - anything to bring comfort, but you stood your ground, "that's your problem," perhaps problem was a strong word, "I wish you could talk to me and say anything that crosses your mind. You don't have to watch your words around me. I just want the best for you."

"Why does everyone insist they know what's good for me?" Something told you that this was about more than just you. "Things weren't always like this. As of most recently, I'm not allowed to frown without making people fear I'll tear down another city. Is that what this is about? Do you worry my thoughts will get out of hand so simply?"

"What? Loki that's not what I meant..." You were surprised he jumped from one thing to another so quickly - which was a big leap. He rarely wanted to speak of what happened on Midgard and you were bewildered when he accused people of believing he would do it again just because he wasn't having the best time.

Loki wasn't done with his rant quite yet and a part of you was glad he was getting it off his chest. By the way he phrased things, it sounded like the words had been on his mind for a while now.

"Because I'm Loki, the big bad wolf of the family, the villain that is just dying to come up with another plan to ruin the harmony that others have created. Do excuse me, I require some privacy so I can think over my evil master plan," Loki chuckled at the end but it was the furthest thing from happiness. It was hard to tell because he wasn't facing you, but you swore you saw sadness in those eyes.

Although you wished to say something calming, you held back. Loki was opening up in his way and you didn't want to stop him now. Sure, his words were harsh, but you doubted they were directed at you. He didn't think you thought of him that way, right?

"Do not fret," Loki took a deep breath, putting his hands on his hips to steady himself, "I'm not going to repeat my mistakes," the word mistake tasted like poison on Loki's tongue. The way he spoke made it sound like he stole the exact words from someone else's mouth. As if he had much say in what happened in New York in the first place. He was so tired of being painted as a villain, tired of knowing no matter what he said or did, things would never change. Slowly, he began to fear that you too would view him as the despicable monster as everyone else saw him as.

Before either of you could say another word, petty or not, the sizzling of something boiling over caught your attention. Cursing silently in your mind, you turned on your heel and rushed to the kitchen, leaving Loki behind. The potato water had boiled over and it was filling the space with that awful noise and vapour. As you raised the kettle off the heat, you also removed the tea kettle to finally silence the godawful whistling.

In the time it had taken you to deal with the two kettles, Loki had vanished. He wasn't brooding over by the entrance anymore, nor had he joined you in the kitchen to help you. Realizing that made your heart sting in your chest. Perhaps all you could do now was give him space, as much as he desired of it! That conversation had not gone the way you had expected it to and you were afraid you had pushed Loki even further away from you.

Whatever it was that troubled your husband, it must've been bad. This was highly unusual for both of you and you didn't really know what to do. He had walked away from you, making his message clear. No matter how hard you rubbed your temples, the headache that was beginning to form wasn't going anywhere.

The tea didn't sound too tempting now anyway. You really hadn't expected Loki to walk away from the conversation, but now you felt like a fool for thinking he'd stay. After the outburst he had, it wouldn't come as a surprise if he had something to do with the kettle boiling over.

Lighting up the fireplace in the guest bedroom felt strange, but you didn't know what else to do either. It was cold and in your mind, the flames would ease your mind. Deciding to sleep in another room that night was tough yet it seemed like it would be easier than facing Loki. After the argument in the kitchen, you had seen him twice. The first time when you let him know that dinner was ready because you didn't want him to go hungry, and the second time when he walked out the backdoor. Loki had returned about an hour later, but you didn't see him walk inside. You had only heard the subtle click of the door opening and closing. By the time you had turned around, he was long gone.

Loki wanted space and as petty as you felt for crawling under the sheets in the guest bedroom, you didn't know what else to do. He wouldn't talk and it would be strange to sleep next to him when all of this was hanging above your heads.

As much as you wanted to be mad, you struggled with that. Loki was clearly hurting and that hurt you. No matter how much you tossed and turned, you couldn't get those thoughts out of your head. It would be a miracle if you would actually get any sleep at all.

By the time someone opened the door to the room, you had been trying and failing to sleep for hours. Your eyelids were heavy and you felt so weary, you didn't know if you had it in you to have another go at the conversation from earlier. You didn't have to turn to look to know it was Loki who had walked in. The bed dipped under his weight and he wrapped his arm around your waist, burying his face against your back.

Feeling his reassuring touch was more than enough to melt you all over again. It almost annoyed you how easily he could turn you to jelly.

Loki pressed a gentle kiss on your neck which sent shivers shooting down your spine.

"I'm sorry," Loki whispered in your ear, his words sincere. He never wanted to lash out at you, especially when you were just trying to be considerate like the angel you were. He loved you and everything about you. There was no way Loki would let his pride push you away.

Sighing deeply, you turned around the best way you could while being entangled in his embrace, just so you could look into his eyes. The room was painted by the warm flames in the fireplace, casting an orange glow on everything it touched. The light was practically dancing on Loki's face, changing his eyes from green to blue. As beautiful as he looked, you noticed how remorseful he looked.

"I'm sorry too," You apologized, knowing damn well you said things you didn't want to let past your lips. Frustration had gotten the best of both of you.

As you brought your hand to his face, brushing strands of his raven locks behind his ear, Loki tilted his face so he could plant gentle kisses on your palm. The intimacy of the way he was kissing your skin and looking deep into your soul while doing it was almost enough to make you forget about everything else. Sometimes you just couldn't believe you were lucky enough to be in a position where you were feeding Loki affection from the palm of your hand and receiving just as much in return.

"After all these years, you still make me feel like the only star in the sky," You admitted quietly, feeling heat spreading on your cheeks. The flames weren't the only thing warming you now.

Loki took hold of your hand, turning it so he could kiss your knuckles, "to me, you are the only star in the sky."

If he was trying to fluster you, it was working.

To your surprise, Loki picked up the conversation that he had run away from earlier.

"I shouldn't have walked away from you. Truth is, I got overwhelmed and I fell back to my old habit of disappearing the first chance I got when I should've stayed and pushed through the hard part," Loki put it all out, admitting his fault in hopes of making things up with you.

You stayed quiet but reassured him by interlacing your fingers with his and then pulling his arm back around your body. No place felt more like home than right there in his arms, his scent was filling up your lungs - so familiar, so safe. You were so close you could feel his heartbeat against your body. There was nowhere you'd rather be.

"And I must admit, it didn't feel right to go to bed without you. I don't like to have this conflict between us. I can deal with arguing with anyone else, such as Thor or Sif, but not with you," Loki just had to let you know. When you had failed to come to bed around the time you usually would, Loki truly realized how deeply he had messed up. He felt like an idiot for not biting his tongue harder or trying to understand your point of view. He felt like a fool for assuming you too would pick at his flaws and ridicule him because Loki knew you would never do that cruel.

"I couldn't get any sleep either. I felt bad for being so pushy," You sighed, avoiding his soft gaze. Loki was quick to cup your cheek, tilting your chin up ever so gently with his thumb so he could face you.

"You weren't being pushy," Loki declared softly, "but what is done is done. All I want is to make it up to you."

"And all I want is to be there for you. I'll listen to you when you're ready to talk, okay?" You hoped to find some common ground with him and hopefully put the events of today behind you. It wasn't a big fight, yet it stung nonetheless. Knowing that Loki thought of himself as a villain and a monster was more than heart-shattering to you. Oh if he only knew what you would do to change his mind just as much as anyone else's when it came to how they viewed him. To you, Loki was brilliant. A treasure. The love of your life.

Sure, he was stubborn, but you loved that about him. His past had given him thick skin. Loki opened up to you, but it was still difficult for him, understandably so. You were more than willing to push through those difficult patches with him. You weren't always easy to deal with either. When you had gotten married, you had promised each other to be there for one another through the good days and the bad. Here you were, cuddling each other after a day that wasn't really among the good ones.

"If you really want to know what's on my mind, then it may not come as a surprise to you, it's my 'family'," Loki revealed the root of his bad mood. "They still treat me like a criminal and refuse to hear me out. I don't see a point in negotiating with them when it never leads to anything. I truly don't believe reconciling with them would be worth it."

It all clicked in your head now. Loki had been stuck in reoccurring meetings and check-ups so he could be evaluated by Odin. When Thor had returned Loki to Asgard, Odin was ready to throw Loki in a cell but eventually had come to an agreement to not do that. Of course, Odin would make life difficult for Loki anyway. The Allfather would never let Loki off the hook nor consider asking Loki about his motives. Odin had made up his mind about Loki and that must've been torturous.

It made sense to you why Loki didn't feel like talking to you when he had failed to communicate with his so-called father with no way of avoiding him either.

"I'm sorry to hear that," You let him know and truly meant it. "I don't understand what's going through their minds. You're wonderful, Loki. If they refuse to see that or try to understand the past then it's their loss. It's unfair that they judge you when they can't see their own mistakes."

Loki looked up to you cautiously. Whenever he opened up to you, he seemed so nervous, like he was lost. Perhaps at a loss of words or lost at the thought he didn't actually need to worry around you.

Every time you comforted him and saw things from his point of view, it made his head spin. Loki simply couldn't believe you were actually on his side, that you were his wife. He was unveiling his layers, revealing his true colours and that was still new to him. For a thousand years he had been punished for stepping out of the cookie-cutter form, but you embraced him for it. Sometimes all Loki needed was to remember that.

And you were more than willing to remind him of it, too.

As if testing the waters, you closed the gap between you and finally kissed him. It had only been a day, but damn had you missed the way his lips felt on yours. Loki tasted sweet and when you kissed him, his hand came up to the back of your head, deepening the kiss by pulling you closer. The intensity of the kiss left you breathless and it felt like your heart was beating in your throat.

Loki's hands wandered on your body as anticipated and he held onto you tighter by the back of your thigh, welcoming your sudden fondness. Despite how much he hated arguing with you, Loki would be lying if he claimed that seeing you stand your ground didn't do things to him.

Parting your lips slightly, Loki instinctively tried to recapture your lips into a kiss but you pushed him down by his chest and smirked, "Let me take care of you, my love."

As Loki's back sunk into the pillows and your words sunk into his brain, he couldn't find his own words. This side of you was always unexpected but warmly welcomed. He swore it was magic, the way you made him feel, the way you did it too. You were a goddess and he was not going to push you away now.

"You're so good, Loki. I would give you the universe if I could, you deserve the best. I love you..." You buried your face in the crook of his neck and left kisses along the way, "..so so much."

As you lifted your gaze ever so slightly, you swore you saw him blushing though it was hard to tell in the dim lighting. The tips of his ears were turning red and you felt his skin heat up, giving away just how deeply your words affected him. Praising him was the most fun you could have while being sincere.

"I love you too," Loki had felt awful for not returning the words earlier. Tonight, he wouldn't hold back. He would repeat those three words until his voice would disappear just so that you would believe him.

I reblog all my fics to @loki-hargreeves-masterlist

A/N: I hope you liked it! Maybe I'll continue this in another fic. I really enjoyed writing this. Thank you for the request and thank you for reading! :)

#Loki #Loki fanfiction #Loki x You #Loki x Y/N #Loki x Reader #Loki oneshot #Loki angst #Loki hurt/comfort #Loki fluff #requested #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu Loki x reader

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tacticaldiary · 3 years

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Can i request Chuuya,ranpo and Akutagawa seeing their s/o get hit by a random person because of a argument

Hit

Pairings: Reader x Chuuya Nakahara, Reader x Ranpo Edogawa, Reader x Ryunosuke Akutagawa

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

How someone could dare to lay a hand on them, he can't fathom. All he knows that there's going to be hell to pay.

Enjoy! :)

Chuuya:

It's over for them.

You think that anybody can get away with laying a hand on his s/o?

The both of you'd agreed to meet up at a nearby park and walk to his home from there together.

You were waiting on a bench, idly enjoying the scenery and waiting for him to appear.

It doesn't stay peaceful for long.

"Move aside." A scowling middle aged man looks down at you, eyeing the bench.

Although you argue and point to another free bench a few mere feet away, he's as stubborn as ever.

"Sir, there's a bench right there-"

"I said move!"

Before you can stop him, he reaches out and grabs onto your hair, wrenching you from the bench and throwing you onto the ground.

You let out a cry and hit the ground hard, scraping your arms and knee. You groan as you feel the small trickle of blood running down your arm.

Looking up angrily, you see the man look smug and sit down.

He's only seated for about 3 seconds before he's yanked to his feet by your very very angry boyfriend.

"The fuck did I just see you do?" Chuuya practically snarls at the man, who realises that he's screwed up big time.

Chuuya's eyes flicker over to you for a second, hardening with anger as he sees your injuries. His grip around the man's collar tightens, practically choking him.

"just...just leave him alone." You sigh, watching the pathetic excuse for a man tremble. "Not worth it."

The 'are you insane' look he gives you might have been amusing in any other situation.

"You have now idea how lucky you are, asshole." He's dropped to the ground roughly, Chuuya making sure to throw him so he lands on his ankle hard. The man pitifully scrambles away.

He's by your side in seconds, and you can tell he's still angry by the way he scowls and pulls your arm towards him, a little too roughly, to check on the injury.

"You're bleeding, that son of a-"

You cut him off by cupping his cheek with your other hand, and he finally meets your eyes.

"I'm okay." You assure him and you can see his gaze soften a little.

Expect the best care after you get home together. Hugs, kisses the lot.

He’ll be clinger too, in a subtle way. Touches lingering, pulling you closer so you’re pressed together when sitting, standing behind you and propping his chin on your shoulder, arms around you waist from behind as your in the kitchen.

Man’s protective of what’s his.

Also expect to never see that man again.

Coincidentally, he never saw the light of day again. Chuuya was Port Mafia, after all.

He didn't have to play fair

Ranpo:

He doesn't even let it happen.

Do you really think he'd let that happen.

He's already by your side before the argument can escalate.

It happens when the both of you are at the grocery store together.

Grocery shopping with Ranpo is always an adventure

He's like a kid, choosing the unhealthiest, most sugar filled option.

You're genuinely baffled as to how he survived before the two of you started living together.

Anyway-

Just as you grab for the last of a certain product you needed to make dinner tonight, you see another woman grab the same product.

You loom at her confused, but she just glares at you, trying to tug the item out of your hand.

"Uh...sorry, I think I grabbed it first." You offer, trying to be civil, but she shakes her head and tugs harder.

"Don't be a bitch, just give it to me!"

That makes you scowl a little and tug hard, dislodging the item from her grip.

Her glare is downright murderous and you take a step back as she approaches, hand raised to hit you.

You vaguely wonder what the hell is wrong with her to get this heated over this item, when out of nowhere, you feel a hand around your waist.

"Hey, hey, you got it?" Ranpo maneuverers himself between you and the woman.

"And who the hell are you?" The woman lowers her hand, still fuming.

"The boyfriend." He shrugs. "Oh, also the person who just saw your kid climbing the tower of display cans behind the next aisle."

Reminder to never get on this guys bad side.

On cue, there's a huge crash, echoing though the supermarket, making you jump.

The woman's eyes widen as a child cries in the distance, and she quickly hurries off, spitting out curses in your direction as she walks away.

"That worked up over this thing?" He plucks the item out of your hand and studies it, chuckling a little.

"Well, better make it worth it then!" His hand shifts from your waist to your hand, and he pulls you along towards the checkout.

Akutagawa:

You thought Chuuya was bad?

Oh boy-

The incident happens when the two of you are on a walk at night.

It's rather late, and late night walks have become some sort of normal for the both of you. It’s peaceful and undisruptive.

Not today though...

The two of you are walking side by side, talking...well, you’re doing most of the talking, but he chimes in quietly every now and then.

A sudden blow to your shoulder knocks you into your boyfriend, who steadies you with a hand on your arm.

“Watch where you’re going-...” It’s followed by a couple of insults that make your eyes go wide and take a step back, very much uncomfortable and a little scared.

Before Akutagawa can intervene, the man, clearly tipsy by the way he stumbles when he walks, charges towards you again, furious for some reason.

You close your eyes and brace for an impact...

Nothing comes.

Cracking open an eye, you see the man being slammed into the wall by Rashomon, which is practically growling from it’s owners anger.

“Filth.” He spits out, Rashomon grabbing hold of the mans throat and pressing him against the wall harder, leaving him sputtering and coughing.

“Filth like you doesn’t deserve to touch them.”

You consider interrupting, but sigh when you see the look on his face.

There’s no stopping him now.

You just stand there and watch the man meet his demise, red staining the once perfectly good wall.

Once he finally lets the man drop to the ground , not quite dead, a few broken bones maybe, he turns to you.

You suddenly feel hot under his critical gaze and he looks you up and down to make sure your alright.

“you’re squirming. Are you injured?“ He takes a step towards you, trying to find the source of your discomfort.

“No...I-uh...I’m good.” You say, face turning red as you endure his gaze.

He’s silent for a few moments, before he tuts and turns to continue walking, shoving his hands in his coat pockets.

You know he’s still worried by the way he slows down his pace for you, and the occasional glances, both at your body and your face to identify any sources of discomfort.

The rest of the walk is relatively peaceful.

He’s given a kiss as a thank you the moment the both of you get home, since you know he’s not one for PDA.

(02/10/2021)

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pr1ncessm00n · 2 years

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PR1NCESSM00N'S 300 FOLLOWER EVENT!

Request #1: Knife against the throat, Eren Yeager x fem!Reader

requested by: @dianacavendishh

warnings: blood, violence, eren being a jerk, a su1c1de threat, and mentions of gun_s, very angsty.

synopsis: Canonverse! You're caught in between Eren, Mikasa and Armin's argument at the table while the Jaegerists invade. When you attempt to stop Eren, you realize Eren might be too strong to stop now.

“Because the two of us could never have a fair fight!” Eren yelled, his punches landing on Armin heavily.

“Eren!” You pleaded. You stood in the corner with a frozen Mikasa, concealing Gabi with your figure. In less than a few minutes, Eren had managed to antagonize two of the only people who had cared about him since the beginning. You couldn’t stand to see him destroy his relationships with them so easily, all for the sake of a plan you weren’t even completely aware of.

But beating Armin was where you drew the line. You and Eren were close, not as close as Armin and Mikasa were, but you knew you had some influence over him. Especially since he had completely disregarded you, not one insult that left his lips directed at you. You simply watched in shock and confusion as he called Mikasa a slave, and accused Armin of losing his identity to the deceased Bertholdt.

You no longer recognized the green eyed boy you had once known. The fiery passion and will to destroy was no longer visible in his nonchalant demeanor, and you wondered if below the surface he hid any emotions of remorse for the betrayal he was responsible for. You had sworn the 15 year old you met so long ago, determined to avenge his mother was still standing in front of you- but when he began attacking Armin physically your hope was crushed.

Eren twitched at your voice, the first crack in his cold exterior appearing as he turned his head slightly to look at you. His jaw was clenched tightly, as if he was the one being impacted instead of Armin.

You took the opportunity to swing your fist at his nose, almost hitting him directly. He dodged at the last second, and your punch landed somewhere near his chin, his hand gripping your wrist severely. His grip bruised you as he tightened his hold on you, his eyes gleaming angrily.

“Pathetic.” He spat. He released you, causing you to stumble. You steadied yourself before you fell back, and charged again.

Armin had come to your defense, launching himself against Eren’s turned back with a yell. Eren fended him off, but as you hammered into him he found himself stuck between you and Armin. Mikasa remained frozen in place, watching the events unfold with a frightened Gabi beside her.

You heard the booming steps of who you assumed were the Jeagerists, and you heard the unmistakable click of the rifles as they aimed them at you and Armin.

Armin immediately put his hands up, backing away from Eren.

You considered your options. You could either continue your attack on Eren, or surrender. But you never knew if you would get the chance to talk some sense into him, at least while it was just him, not Zeke or Yelena manipulating him.

“Eren, is this really part of your plan? To lose everyone you love for… for a war that isn’t even yours to fight?” You dodged his swipe, your hair swatting him in the face as you swerved to the right.

Eren grabbed at your hair, his fist closing over a piece of it which made you yelp. “I was born into this world for a reason. I won’t listen to sheep who’ve only known life inside the walls.”

You tried to not let his comment sting. It wasn’t your fault what he was saying- you didn’t even know there was a world outside the walls until five years ago. You couldn’t change your upbringing.

You struggled against his unrelenting pull of your hair, and as he dragged you closer to him to place you in a chokehold, you grasped at your pockets for the one item you always kept on you- a dagger you were gifted by your father.

You gripped the handle, and as you gasped for air against his arm enclosing your neck, you focused on diverting all of your strength in throwing your head back, making contact with his nose in a satisfying crunch.

He cursed, his grip on you loosening just slightly. He would heal quickly, but he was more caught by surprise at your resistance. You were usually soft spoken, not uttering a word unless spoken to in normal circumstances. Where was all this festiness during training, when the other scouts would pick on you and Eren would come to your defense? If he had known you were this stubborn, he would have treated you differently.

But he figured that must have been your strategy all along. He knew by now that everyone always had some trick up their sleeve, an ulterior motive they were sure to reveal once convenient. He didn’t know why he would expect any different from you. He had never even seen you as a threat.

Blood trickled from his surely fractured nose, but he made no move to clean it as it trickled down his face. He was preoccupied staring you down, as you had miraculously pulled your knife on him, against his throat.

“L/N! Put the knife down, now!” Floch Forester yelled at you. You didn’t risk shooting him a glare and taking your focus off the man in front of you. Traitor. Of course he would side with Eren. You thought bitterly.

“I swear that if you move a muscle I will drive this knife into your heart right now.” You whispered through clenched teeth. Eren’s hands were raised slightly at his sides in a mock surrender.

He simply raised an eyebrow at your threat. “Strangely, I don’t find you intimidating. I’m not even sure you believe that yourself.” He took a step forward. “So you mean to tell me, you’ll kill me right now?” Another stop. “You’ll stab me? get your hands bloody? Drive the knife in deeper?” He tsked, and noting your frighteningly doubtful expression, he continued his brisk pace, pushing you to where your back hit a pillar and he framed your head with his arms.

“I can shoot her right now!” Floch exclaimed.

Eren smirked. “No need. There’s no real danger.”

Your blood boiled in your veins. You knew he was trying to anger you, to elicit a reaction from you. But you were cornered, and you foolishly held onto the hope that maybe Eren would come to his senses.

Your knee shot up, hitting his crotch. He winced, but maintained his steady composure. You were relentless, kneeing him consistently while your hand pressed deeper into his neck with the knife, drawing blood. The blood from his nose mingled with the one on your hand from his neck, and you had to count in your head to prevent from passing out at the sight of the cut in Eren’s neck growing deeper with the pressure you applied.

“Fuck.” Eren growled, stumbling backwards. He didn’t expect you to barrage him like that, much less wound him. “You bastard.”

You caught sight of Miksa and Gabi, who were being taken by the Jaegerists to presumably be locked away. You glanced at Armin, and he yelled, “Y/N, go!” Which earned him a rifle to the temple, knocking him out.

Eren was wiping blood away from the corner of his mouth, glowering at you. He took a step forward, and realizing you were trapped, you held the knife to your own throat.

Eren’s expression remained neutral. “Is that supposed to deter me?”

You swallowed. “You called Mikasa a slave. You said Armin wasn’t his own person. You said we were all sheep. Well, I refuse to bow to you. So I’d rather take my fate into my own hands. Shit, isn’t that the ‘freedom’ you were screaming about?”

You figured he would call your bluff, but instead, his frown deepened as he regarded you in silence.

Before you could process the thought, you swung the dagger, hitting Eren square in the shoulder.

Eren grunted, stumbling back. “Fuck.” He looked at you, the expression in his emerald eyes unreadable. “Just take her.” He sneered to his makeshift security team.

They scrambled over to you, and in a matter of seconds they had tied your hands together and were dragging you to join Mikasa and Armin. You glanced over your shoulder, and met Eren’s stare.

“You’re the sheep, Eren. Look at you, doing Zeke’s will.” You spat. If they were to be your last words to him, you wanted to ensure they’d wound him.

You felt a fist collide with your temple, and you passed out. You were left with no choice but to accept defeat.

a/n: my first ever request completed! i really hope this is more or less what you had in mind. i just couldn't imagine a romantic scenario for this prompt, but i tried to convey Eren's soft spot for the reader as much as possible😭 i hope you enjoyed it!!

#eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager imagines #eren yeager scenarios #eren aot #eren snk #attack on titan scenarios #attack on titan imagines #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan requests #eren yeager fanfiction

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safetyrat · 3 years

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Ponk did a banger improvised speech in his stream yesterday (“Dream SMP---> Master Oogway shrine pt.93”), about 15 minutes in.

And I decided, as you do when your fave only feeds you crumbs of roleplay, to write a bit analyzing it (From this point on it’s all /rp)!!

Ponk starts by looking down the L’manburg crater and talking about the cycle of conflicts on the server. As one of the original eight members on the SMP he has been apart of most of it, even if sometimes neutral and from an outside perspective. Different to characters like Technoblade, he doesn’t view countries or governments as the root of said conflicts. Instead, it’s something more fundamental, basic - it’s civilization:

“Civilization is just a brutal cycle of destruction and corruption”

Before L’manburg, before any kind of power structure, there have been conflicts. The disc war, Ponks lemon trees burning - the only thing as constant as conflict on the Dream SMP is people living together in an area, trying to make it work.

“Out of corruption, friendship... you know what is born? New civilizations. And you know what happens in civilizations? Conflict”

This isn’t Ponk criticizing the concept of civilization, however. Ponk doesn’t distance himself from people in the way Techno or maybe Hbomb does, he still has attachments, his trees, pets, people, things he cares (or cared) about. Many of his builds are close to the main area. Ponk is a social character, I don’t see a reason to assume otherwise. He doesn’t criticize civilizations in general, but the ones present on the SMP right now. Because in Ponks eyes, there is only on leader fit to run.

“You see, the only man, who could run a civilization, died fighting for a civilization that he took under his wing”, Ponk says, “and he lays rest over there”

When Ponk zoomed onto Schlatts grave, it caught me off guard at first.

But it makes sense. I don’t see many people talking about it, but there was a time where Ponk was the only person on Schlatts side. He entered a trade deal with Manberg and became a loyal supporter of Schlatt. During that time there was a plotline surrounding the building of the “Manburg Hotel” – that was Ponks job. After Tubbo died during the festival he was the only builder left in Manburg.

Ponk never got to finish the hotel, he had a falling out with Schlatt about how he refused to get treated for his declining health, but the first floor and scaffolding outline stood strong until November 16th. He joined Pogtopia to be their doctor instead, being the last person to switch sides iirc, but having an argument because of Schlatts health? The thing that later caused his death? That sounds like an argument that you would have with somebody you care about. Ponk cared about Schlatt, and still supports him as a ruler after his death. There’s Fund who keeps Schlatts sword as an heirloom, and there’s Jack Manifold who takes him as an idol to “be worse”, but unapologetically supporting Schlatts leadership postmortem is special to Ponk and very fascinating to me.

Bringing back the cycle of conflict, the Pogtopia vs. Manburg war is not exempt from that. Something being part of a cycle implies that it ends.

“Nothing lasts forever”

Ponk has seen proof of that way too many times, being an original member. He watched Lemon City burn, L’manburg fall, the Community House explode, hell he was close to killing the oldest pet on the server!

“I’m sure Dream will get out of prison”, Ponk says, in a tone that is almost offhand. He is sure of it; Dream can’t be stuck in prison forever on a server in which the concept of “forever” doesn’t exist.

This is brought up when Ponk talks about the egg, which he also views as only one of the conflicts in the cycle.

“What happens after the egg? Sure, the egg could be a common enemy, or a common friend, chat. But when its gone, for things never stay the same?”

This makes him acting indifferent towards the egg feel in character. He isn’t immune to the egg in the way Tommy is for sure; he hears its voice, and it influences him to do things like almost killing Fran. But he still takes it less seriously than most, talking very casually with it (“shut yo ass up, you stupid egg”) for example. If it follows the patterns of past conflicts there is very little reason to be afraid of it, it will pass like every other conflict.

Except, Ponk might see one difference when it comes the egg: It is bigger.

“Maybe one day this conflict will get so large, that we’re pushed out of this land and into a new one”

cc!Ponk talked about how, since this bit was improvised, he doesn’t know if any of what he predicts ends up being canon in future. This still seems like a bit of foreshadowing for a long-theorized world reset after the Minecraft 1.17 update.

The update is said to come out in the summer of this year, so if the reason for the reset is really the egg like c!Ponk speculates, it’s going to be a long arc. Which the arc has been so far too to be fair, it has always had a long setup and in general a slow burn vibe. But if the egg actually continues to be an issue for another 4-5 months, the vines are going to grow so much that there won’t be a realistic way to clean them up fast, so moving would make a lot of sense.

Another option is that the SMP ends in 2-3 months instead and the content creator take a break for a month or too before creating the new world.

All of this is just speculation based on a line of Ponks that he said might not mean anything, so there is still a large chance that there will be other conflicts after the egg.

tldr: Ponk can improvise incredibly cool speeches that illustrate his opinions on how civilization causes conflict and how he believes Schlatt was the only fit ruler. It might also foreshadow that the egg will cause a server reset.

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp analysis #dsmp analysis #ponk #dropsbyponk #ponk analysis #dropsbyponk analysis #mcyt #jschlatt #long post

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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Congratulations on 500 followers!! Could you do nr 2 with Tom please <3

thankyou <33 im very in my feels abt friends to lover atm, so ik this is a completely unoriginal concept but here we are

warning: nothing much- maybe homesickness? (+ the fact tom has poor choice in popcorn )

^^^ sorry I couldn't not put this on here and I will reuse it lots n lots

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“Right I got two options annnnddddd there is only one correct answer.” Tom hummed up at you, pulling his tired gaze away from the phone screen and up towards the kitchen where you were standing triumphantly - having just raided his cupboards. From behind your back you whipped out a bag of popcorn in each hand.

“Sweet…. or salty?” Sighing with a small chuckle Tom shook his head at your playfulness. He didn’t know how you did it but you always always made his smile.

“I’m not a psychopath…” You huffed in relief, already turning around to throw the salty back in the cupboard where it belonged. “So salty of course.”

You were trapped in a house with an absolute psychopath.

You scowled at him, for having such poor taste, expecting some sort of argument to start. That wasn’t the case though, instead he just stared at you expectantly.

He must really really be unhappy.

You’d sensed it on set that morning - it wasn’t hard to miss. Not when it was your best friend, who for the past two months you’d been spending at least 6 hours a day with whilst shooting. Even when you were supposed to have a day off, when Tom had some solo shots or vice versa, you’d still come to keep the other company. It didn’t make sense but you both just sort of liked it that way.

This wasn’t your first rodeo working together either. Your first joint project had been almost four years ago, when both of you were barely adults, still figuring everything out. Ever since it had been bumping into each other every so often, always with an easy and effortless relationship.

Your current director had noted your chemistry at an awards show (the man never switched off) and decided in that moment he HAD to cast you together for a project. And a year later, here you both were, shooting in Australia for what was set to be a record breaking new release.

And it had been going great - better than great even. But as soon as Tom had shown up to makeup this morning, you’d known something was up. It was fair to assume it was something from home, maybe even just a bit of homesickness, or perhaps something more severe. Either way, the situation was probably exacerbated by the fact he didn’t have his brother or bestfriend or manager or normal syltist with him right now. Tom was pretty renowned within the industry for always having a massive entourage - which was normally made up with his family and friends. This time though he was going it solo.

Today had been long and you’d had to do press at stupid oclock in the morning last night for your current release - which meant your plan had always been to leave promptly and collapse into bed as soon as physically possible.

But Tom needed your company. So you hadn’t. Instead, you’d somewhat subtly invited yourself to his rented house for a movie night - blaming it on your director wanting you both to study the relationship dynamics in ‘out of sight’ (a J Lo and Clooney romance movie).

“You think you know a person and then they loose all your respect… just like that.” You sigh jokingly, gesturing to the bag of ‘foul’ popcorn your costar seemed to like.

“Well we’ve come to a crossroads.”

“It’s been nice knowing you but this…” you scoffed and dramatically rolled your eyes “… I see no way out.”

“Isn’t it better if we have a bag each? Then I might manage to actually get some before you scoff them all.”

You yelped in protest, though really you were just grateful he was still up for a bit of a laugh. He had been much less jokey the whole day, though was seeming to warm up a bit.

Once you had poured the two bags of popcorn into two separate bowels and prepared the film on TV; you plopped yourself onto Tom’s sofa, so your back was against the corner and your feet were over his lap (it wasn’t weird, just normal for the two of you). Instinctively, Tom lightly grabbed your ankles, repositioning you on his thigh slightly before leaning across the pull the blanket over the both of you. Whilst he smoothed out the crinkles in the fluffy navy fabric you took the opportunity to poke your toe into his side - garnering his attention.

“I take it you don’t wanna talk about it?” After he froze, Tom then nodded jerkily. “But if you change your mind, you know I’m here right?” His demeanour changed at your second statement as his body literally sagged into the cushions, with a grateful if small smile.

He respond by mouthing an ‘I know’ and that was enough for you. Shuffling down the side a bit you pressed play, settling in for the evening. Tom still had a hand resting on your ankles, occasionally rubbing his thumb up and down the bony bit.

Honestly you didn’t really see what your director was going on about when he raved about their on screen chemistry and it seemed that neither did Tom. It wasn’t a scathing commentary that gave it away, instead it was his silence. Which you quickly realised was the he had drifted off, his head lolling a little so he was facing you, palms now completely lax on your legs. It was whilst you were just taking in the sight before you, that a buzzing cut through the otherwise soft noise from the TV - which you had turned down for Tom’s sake.

It wasn’t your phone but you instinctively still reached for it from the coffee table and seeing that the name just read “Harry H” you thought it’d be fine to answer.

“Harry?” You whispered into the receiver, slightly cupping your hand round your mouth just to make sure you weren’t too loud for Tom.

“Hello?”

“Harry it’s me”

“Who?” You’d met Harry countless times, though given the fact Tom had been alone all shoot - you shouldn’t of expected the kid to be able to recognise your voice.

“Oh sorry Y/n um Y/n L/n”

“Oh no my fault sorry Y/n. How are you?” The conversation was jilted, you could practically feel the awkward energy radiating all the way from the otherside of the world.

“I’m alright thanks, how about you.”

“Yeh not bad I uhm… I - is my brother there?” Oooh. How to answer that question.

“Um sort of, we er… we were having a movie night and he’s fallen asleep. It’s why I’m whispering like a weirdo.” Harry laughed at that and you continued. “Is everything okay? You need me to wake him?”

“No no, mum just said he was having a rough time so was going to cheer him up with my exquisite sense of humour but if you’ve bored him to death then no need.”

“What can I say I’m just talented. Anyway I should be heading back to mine anyway so um I’ll let you go?”

“Oh yeh no worries, and uhm thanks-um thanks for keeping an eye on him.”

“Someone has to” You chuckled softly back, before bidding a final farewell to Harry.

Having hung up the phone, you leaned over to gently place it back on the coffee table but making a mental note to put it on charge before you left. Your next job was to manoeuvre your legs away from him without disturbing him but before you could even start planning the movement, you noticed his weary eyes blinked over at you. Freezing, your mouth made a little ‘o’ shape as you winced at yourself for disrupting his peace - today really wasn’t the day for that. There was a silence as Tom swallowed thickly, attempting to shake off the heavy lull of rest before he spoke. “Will you stay with me… please.”

Undoubtedly, your body didn’t play it as cool as you wanted it to. Thinking you’d heard him wrong, your chin protruded forward and his eyes widened. “ Sorry not like-not like that just um-just on the sofa… theres-theres spare blankets and I can-“

“-course T, no worries…Oh and um your brother just phoned if you-“

“I know.” He spoke softly and with a nod, but didn’t move at all, apparently no interest in calling his brother back.

With a stammered nod, you stood up, finally removing your legs from his touch in order to nip to the loo. You splashed your face with water, ate some toothpaste ( better than not brushing your teeth at all) before going to collect Tom’s quilt off his bed. By the time you re-entered the living room, Tom hadn’t appeared to have moved at all. The hood of his purple jumped was still up, the blanket still only half covering him, the excess lying cold were you had been sitting. He laughed lightly at you trying to wrangle with the king size duvet and get it in without tripping over yourself or knocking anything over.

“You sure you don’t mind? I’m just being stupid and-“

“Honestly I’m too tired to walk back to mine so this is perfect.”

“You live across the road.”

“Thats like 50 steps too far.” You deadpanned back, as he raised his eyebrows and locked you direct eye contact - which you very stubbornly returned.

The both of you sat like that for a minute, Tom eventually gave up with a sigh as he motioned for you to lie back.

There wasn’t an issue at all with space. A listers rental homes were never lacking in space - the grey sofa was a U shape, with ample space for the both of you to lie down. Each of you took a respective corner, your legs meeting in the middle and gently brushing against each others.

“Thanks for babysitting me today by the way.”

“I wasn-“ You were about to deny it, except one look and Tom saw straight through you.

“Thankyou Y/n/n” Seeing there was no way out of receiving his thanks, you instead opted to just shut him up. Nudging his leg with yours and leaving it touching you murmured you last words of the evening - eyes already closed.

“Fuck off Holland, ‘m tryna sleep.”

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warm hands & burning hearts. - Sakumo/Reader

Summary: The sun is setting and the village is coming alive to celebrate, including yourself and your friends. As you dress and laugh in the Hatake house, some lingering looks and heated touches are exchanged secretly with your friend's father.

Pairing: Hatake Sakumo/Fem!Reader

Rating: Teen

Prompt: Clan/Family/In-Laws

Content Warning for age difference, banter, flirting, the casual intimacy of someone helping you dress

Author’s Note: in this wonderful little AU, we're going to happily pretend nothing bad happens, ever. For the sake of romance and fun. As such, Kakashi might seem rather ooc. He hasn't been jaded by his father's suicide, but neither has he witnessed Obito die for him. He has development, he cares for his friends, but he's still a stuck-up bit of a shit. Reader, Kakashi, Obito, and Rin are around 23

(I also threw in a cameo of my oc, Akari, for the fun of it. But don't worry too much about her - she's only vaguely mentioned!)

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"We're gonna be late!" Rin stresses as she puts the finishing touches on her makeup, nose pressed to the mirror hanging in the hallway. You're inclined to agree as you struggle to tie your obi, twisting this way and that in front of the bathroom mirror, the door open so you can hear your friends.

Kakashi had (begrudgingly) invited everyone to his house to get ready for the festival. Your and Rin's places are each too small, and Obito insisted that if everyone started the festival at the compound all plans would swiftly fall to pieces. Nosy and traditional neighbors would spark rumors about Obito's marital status, Shisui would invite himself in through the window, dragging Akari, who would also drag Itachi, who would drag Sasuke, Sasuke would bring his squad, and suddenly everyone would be yelling and laughing and pre-drinking and no one would even make it to the festival before the fireworks started.

Which is exactly what happened the last time your friends had all gathered at Obito's for the new year festival, so you're inclined to agree that the Hatake house is the best option.

It's only a bonus that it just so happens to be the home of Hatake Sakumo, who you have not been harboring a crush on for some months, thank you very much.

(Rin had given you a knowing look when it was agreed Kakashi would be hosting the "preparation party" as she liked to call it. You'd kicked her in the ankle beneath the table of the restaurant, shooting daggers as she blinked at you innocently.)

Obito rolls his eyes as he watches her, arms linking inside the wide sleeves of his red yukata. "Late for what? Festival always goes 'til like, dawn, and the sun only just started to set. It's impossible to be late."

"Yes! And you -" she pauses to point a finer at him, brow arched, "Told your cousins we'd meet them in front of the compound at dusk. It takes ten minutes to walk there from here, even if we left now we'll still be late, we might even miss them entirely and they could already be -"

Kakashi interrupts her. "Relax. They know Team Minato are never on time," a flat look leveled at Obito, who splutters, "and they wouldn't go on without us. Akari'll keep them ... entertained."

You snort a laugh as arguments immediately devolve, Rin not acting as her usual mediator as she begins pinning flowers into her hair. You still struggle to tie your obi, leaving the bathroom in a huff as you begin to pace up and down the hall. Arms twisted against your back, muttering beneath your breath - and then a broad palm comes down on your shoulder, making you startle.

"Let me," Sakumo says, and you turn your head to find him smiling, and oh, that just isn't fair. He looks completely at ease out of his jonin uniform, the light fabric of his nagagi complimenting the silver of his hair. The sleeves are loose and informal, the fabric crossing over his chest a bit lower than standard, exposing a few inches of his broad chest. His normally wild and unkempt hair falls loose around his face, his normal tail weaved into a braid down his back.

Your eyes trace the curve of his smile, the way his dark eyes linger on your own. Not fair.

When you'd first heard the rumors of him, you'd have expected nothing less than a big brute of a seasoned shinobi, with a harsh view of the world and incapable of being anything other than utterly serious with a stick up his ass, like most top-tier nin. Maybe he would even look down on you, as a civilian. Kakashi was a bit of a prick; he means well -mostly- but he had been fawned over his whole life as a genius and prodigy, especially as the son of the White Fang. You expected his father to be the exact same as Kakashi, except older.

But then Sakumo had turned out to be ruggedly handsome, and incredibly kind and good-natured and warm. Freely-given smiles, and a soft way of speaking that always bellied welcome. The perfect man. Who is also your friend's father. God is punishing you.

You shove away your thoughts as you nod at Sakumo's words, flush lighting your cheeks as you turn your back to him, holding out the dragging ends of your obi. Sakumo takes them from you, his hands grazing yours just for a moment; his touch sends a thrill up your spine. His hands are gentle and quick as he expertly folds and ties the wide fabric of your obi, and you wonder if he's done this before.

It's the sweetest sort of torture, having his hands on you without actually being on you, with his tall and broad frame warm against your back. If you close your eyes, you can almost see it; your expression schooled into a gentle smile as you hold yourself still, Sakumo close enough your hair brushes his nose as he leans down, hands at your waist. And then the obi drops, and he's parting the folds of your kimono over your chest, broad palm slipping beneath the sagging fabric to run his calloused hand over your breast -

His arm comes around you to press the front of the belt tight against your stomach, your eyes fluttering open as you bite down what you think might have been a soft moan. The rational part of your brain tells you he's simply ensuring everything sits flat and even; but the thrill that catches in your chest wonders if he simply wanted an excuse to touch you, just a bit more intimately. Your eyes glance down the hallway, but Rin had apparently finished with the mirror, and bickering voices can be heard from the front of the house. You're alone, but at any moment someone could turn down the hall -

You're not doing anything wrong. He's helping you tie your belt, Kakashi would have done the same. Well, you think with a frown, maybe not. He is a bit of a dick, after all.

Sakumo folds the excess fabric over the knot, securing it over the top of your obi. You turn your head and glance down your back, and from the bunching of fabric you're able to see he's done a simple taiko, mimicking the appearance of a box. You smile in gratitude, lifting your eyes to find Sakumo standing fan closer that you thought.

Your breath catches as you tilt up your chin, tip of your nose brushing against the line of his jaw. Sakumo's hands come up to your shoulders, keeping you in place; whether it's an encouragement of a warning, you don't know.

"How does it feel?" Sakumo asks, his voice low enough that it makes you bite your lip as you fight a shiver.

Like a current of awareness through your every nerve. Like the hint of something secret, forbidden. Like you're about to do something ridiculous, like kiss your friend's dad.

Your hands come up to the front of your obi, fingers tucking under the fabric and giving an experimental tug. The knot holds, the fabric not so much as dipping. You swallow thickly, and turn your body slowly. Facing Sakumo, you glance upwards and find him watching you, the smallest smile curving his mouth. His eyes are impossibly dark, though there is a warmth of affection clear in his eyes. Your lips part as you find yourself lost of words, instead bringing your arm up to place your palm over his hand, fingers tracing his scarred knuckles.

"It feels perfect. Thank you." Not nearly as perfect as it would feel if someone were to rip it off me entirely, however.

Sakumo smiles, nodding at your words. Neither of you move, even as you muster your courage, moving to twine your fingers through his. You gaze up at him from beneath your lashes, feeling something giddy behind the clench of your stomach. Sakumo had always treated you well, always had a smile to freely offer. He was just so easy to talk to, much more approachable than his son. It's no wonder you'd started to feel a familiar heat lick its way up your spine each time he so much as looked at you.

His hand moves, turning until his palm presses against yours. There is a flicker of doubt in his eyes, something very nearly uneasy, and you feel a surge of anxiety begin to pluck at your heart in response. You hadn't been seeing only what you wanted to see, all those times you thought he'd been looking at you far too close, for a moment too long. It makes you feel light as air, as butterflies beat against your stomach and chest. Sakumo opens his mouth, leaning down as though to murmur something soft for only you to hear. You tilt your head to meet him, his mouth brushing just over you cheek as he says your name, your eyes fluttering shut -

"Let's go!" Obito's voice rings out from down the hall, making you startle. And with that, the sudden spell is broken, as Sakumo stands to full height. He gives your hand a parting squeeze, his smile just the slightest bit strained, and then he's brushing past you.

You take a moment to compose yourself; fanning your face to help dispel your flush and fighting to even your breathing. But the smallest smirk curves your mouth as a feeling of conviction surges through your veins. You smooth a hand down your hair, straightening your obi as your smirk widens before you turn to walk to the front of the house. It's clear as glass, really, that he's just as affected by you as you are of him. The breathless laugh you swallow down tastes almost like victory, and you school your giddy smile as you turn the corner.

Rin holds tight to Obito's offered hand as she pulls on her sandals, small bag hanging from her wrist and tongue between her teeth as she fights not to stumble. Kakashi leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watches his squad. His dark blue yukata is informal, the fabric loose enough over his chest that you can see the skintight black shirt he wears beneath, attached mask curved over the lower half of his face. He doesn't wear his hitae-ate, making his hair fall forward over his eyes.

He looks up as you approach, inclining his head in acknowledgment. You still feel the burn of Sakumo's hand on your skin, through the fabric of your kimono, and hope Kakashi isn't clever enough to determine the reason for your blush as he shoves off the wall and offers you his arm.

"Not forgetting anything?" Sakumo asks as he steps into his sandals, watching the way you move past him and go to Kakashi.

"It's not like that matters. We're all probably coming back here after the festival, oyaji," Kakashi points out, as you gently put your palm in the crook of his elbow. Obito and Rin are similarly linked, standing outside the door and bickering quietly, though the brunette is smiling warmly as Obito watches her with unrestrained warmth.

"Can't fault a man for wanting to keep things organized," Sakumo says to Kakashi with a roll of his eyes, ushering for the both of you to step through the open door.

"You're one to talk," Kakashi says with an arched brow, nodding at his father.

Sakumo looks confused, and when you peak past him you make a surprised noise in your throat. You decision is made before you even realize it, as you pull away from Kakashi to step back into the kitchen. Your hands reach for the haori that hangs on the back of a chair, and you shake out the fabric gently, smiling as you spot the lining inside decorated with flowers and hounds.

You bite your lip as you step up to Sakumo, holding up the fabric and jerking your chin for him to turn. Two pairs of black eyes watch you, before Sakumo smiles that same warm smile and holds out an arm. You help him into the haori, bottom lip caught between your teeth and palms smoothing over his shoulders and lingering, just a little. With a breath you insist to yourself isn't shaky, you step in front of him and reach for the pale cords of the haori. You can feel Sakumo silently watching as you tie a simple knot, holding the thin jacket together across his abdomen.

"There," you whisper, fingertips grazing up his chest in a moment of bravery. "Now we're even," you add with a smirk, glancing up to catch his eye.

There's something unreadable in his expression, in the way he watches you so openly. Sakumo moves to capture your fingers with his own, his touch calloused but tender.

"Thank you," he murmurs, low enough for only you to hear. You feel your face heat in response, only managing to nod. You glance over his shoulder to see Kakashi has left, though you feel no disappointment at the fact he hadnt waited for you. It's more like a sense of misplaced relief, perhaps.

Rin has one of Kakashi's hands in hers, Obito's in the other. They're still impatient to leave, halfway down to the road already. You find yourself smiling indulgently at the sight, and tilt your head up to catch Sakumo's eye.

"I've been ditched. Care to escort me to the festival?" You ask, no bitterness coloring your tone. Neither you nor Kakashi really wanted to be stuck with one another, even if it was only for the travel time and presumably, the first few minutes of all your gathered friends huddling in a circle and arguing about what to do first before inevitably dispersing into groups of twos and threes.

You're not really in the mood for a party, you think as your pulse heightens, Sakumo studying you in a stretching silence that brings embarrassment to your chest. You're more in the mood for a good conversation, and maybe for a tall and handsome man to proudly have you on his arm.

"It would be an honor," Sakumo finally responds, his hand still holding yours. Your smile is immediate and instinctive, stomach clenching nervously.

He moves your hand to the crook of his elbow, and as you step out of the house your friends only give you a cursory glance -you pointedly ignore the way Kakashi's brows furrow above his dark eyes- before you're all walking down the lane.

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( + extra author’s note)

Yes, yes, I know. It ends a bit abruptly. "Jules," you say, "you wrote 2400 words and nothing happened." lISTEN I KNOW OKAY. I fully intend to write a Part 02, wherein the festival happens and things escalate between you and Sakumo. But to be perfectly honest I've been feeling burnt out lately when it comes to writing fics, so I wanted to at least get this published. If there's interest it'll probably light a fire under my ass to write the next part, so please don't hesitate to tell me what you think x

#sakumo x reader #sakumo x you #sakumo x y/n #ndw2021 #hatake sakumo #sakumo hatake #ratedT #ForFamily #jules writes #i still cant believe i wrote this #ignore the fact its like ten years late for the event shh

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