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Moonglade ~ AOTC!Anakin Skywalker

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A/N: this took me way too long to write & i'm not completely happy with how the beginning turned out but. also, this quickly became a purely self-indulgent fic, especially during the end portion. but i hope u guys enjoy this as much as i ended up doing ♡ WC: 2,035 Warnings: fluff, making out

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You glanced around the temple halls — despite knowing that the chances of you two getting caught after hours were slim, you still wanted to be careful. “Are you sure we should be doing this out in the open? Anyone could walk past and see us, Ani,” you whispered, wondering why you agreed to meet him behind a column instead of in one of your quarters.

Anakin chuckled softly before leaning in and kissing you. “You worry too much, angel. What’s the point of sneaking out if there’s no excitement to it? We’re not even truly doing anything. Besides, I missed you.”

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. Since the war started, you hadn’t seen much of each other lately — with Anakin co-commanding the 212th with his master and you the 104th with yours. You supposed that he was right. The two of you had done worse when sneaking out — from taking a speeder and exploring Coruscant to hiding on top of the temple, this seemed insignificant compared to them.

You smiled and unconsciously leaned closer to him, wanting nothing more than to be intertwined with him so you would never have to be apart again. “I missed you too. I’m sorry for missing your comm yesterday. Master Koon was very insistent on having no distractions during training.”

Anakin had returned from a mission yesterday and craved to see you again after being apart for the better of two weeks. Despite having possessed this longing, he waved off your apology, knowing that he only commed to inform you that he was back, nothing too important. “It’s alright, I understand. We all get busy.”

You shook your head, feeling guilty that you weren’t able to welcome him back as soon as you would have liked. “Still, I should’ve at least sent a message, even if it was a small one.”

Anakin gave a soft shrug, his blue eyes glanced over to you before looking up at the murals — he didn't really mind that you hadn't messaged him, though he found it sweet that you felt bad about not being able to do so. He let out a soft laugh as his eyes wandered back to you. “You really gotta cut yourself some slack, angel. You're always getting stressed over the little stuff," He said softly, his hands slipping from his robe’s pockets to rest on his hips.

While it may not seem like a major thing to anyone else, it was important to you. You took your relationships very seriously, always ensuring that you were not purposely ignoring someone and always attempting to ensure everything went smoothly. You supposed that was why you were a Consular — you consistently made sure that issues were arbitrated and were more than ready to be the mediator if needed.

You scrunched your nose, not liking how dismissive he was. You knew that if the roles were reversed, he would be doing the same thing you were attempting. “I’m trying to apologize here,” you argued adamantly, wanting him to understand this was meaningful to you, despite him waving it off as nothing.

Anakin understood why you were being pushy about this, he knew you didn’t enjoy avoiding people, regardless of it being your intent or not. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected you to answer in the first place — he understood that your life was getting hectic now, especially with your trials coming up soon.

He snickered softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, that was an apology?" He said with a grin as he nudged you playfully. He couldn't resist teasing you, having already forgiven you before you even attempted to make amends with him — despite there not being a reason for you to apologize.

You nodded, unwilling to give in. “Mhm, I apologized, and now you’re supposed to accept it and forgive me. That’s how this works.”

His eyebrows raised slightly as he shook his head — you could be the most difficult person sometimes. He couldn’t complain about it though, it was one of the qualities he loved most about you and something that drove him to you. “Is that how it's supposed to work? Because it sounds like you're being a bit pushy." He taunted.

You crossed your arms and leaned back on the pillar, investing in the banter. “I’m not being pushy; you’re just not cooperating.” You weren’t truly attempting to force your apology down his throat — you knew there was no need. But you did enjoy this type of conversation with Anakin; it allowed you to detach from the turbulence that was becoming extremely common in your life.

Anakin gave a low chuckle as he looked down at you. “Has anyone ever told you how stubborn you are," He teased, leaning closer to you while his mouth curved into a playful smile.

You shrugged, “Once or twice.”

You both knew that you were the most determined person he had ever met, and he adored you for it. Anakin laughed softly before lowering his voice and leaning even closer to you, his sapphire eyes shining in the darkness.

“Let me rephrase that — do you realize how insanely stubborn you are?"

You scrunched your nose and attempted to hide your growing smile, “So I’ve been told.”

Anakin chuckled, leaning his forehead against yours as he spoke softly, “Mhm, you're a stubborn girl who doesn't easily yield."

You smiled tenderly, loving the closeness between the two of you. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

Anakin's cheeks heated at the proximity, glancing down at you with those twinkling blue eyes that made you want to dive in and be engulfed in him forever. “I actually think it’s quite an endearing trait.” His voice was soft as he spoke in a whisper, as though he was telling you his greatest secret.

You tilted your head up to look into his eyes — you knew you would never be tired of looking into them — they were one of your favorite features of his. They were like a siren’s call, pulling you in until you could no longer have any thoughts that didn’t involve Anakin. Before you got too lost in his eyes you quickly remembered he had spoken to you and murmured back, “Is that so?”

Anakin nodded softly as he smiled at you — his heart raced at your admiring gaze, and he couldn’t help the soft blush that spread across his cheeks. “Oh, most definitely.” His voice was low and gentle as he lowered his head a little closer so that his nose was hovering just above yours.

You leaned up and kissed him tenderly, a reflection of the love you hold for him. His breath hitched at the sudden but pleasant contact of your lips. One of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other found its way to the back of your head as he gently pulled you closer, his lips pressing firmly against yours.

The feeling of your body pressed against his made his heart rate skyrocket as he kissed you back with equal passion and fervor.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. You wanted to be encased in his hold forever — to simply be with him and never have to worry about anything else. The soft proclamations of love that came from both of your lips said everything the kiss did not: how much you ached for each other while he was gone, the unspoken promise of spending as much time as you could before one of you was shipped off onto another mission.

Anakin panted lightly as he pulled away from you — his need for air overcoming the urge to kiss you for all eternity. He slowly brought the hand that was behind your head to cup your cheek, softly caressing your skin with his thumb and looking at you as if you hung the stars. His eyes roamed your face taking in every freckle and scar, wanting to burn you into his memory in hopes that you would haunt his dreams when he was unable to see you physically.

He dipped his head to quickly kiss you again before gently murmuring, “Let’s get married.” He had fantasized about this for ages now — never having enough courage to reveal his deepest desire to you, but now seemed like a better time than any.

“What?” You whispered incredulously, not quite believing the words that came out of his mouth.

Anakin laughed softly and lowered his voice, “You heard me. We should get married.”

You moved your hands to his shoulders, lightly gripping them, “Is this your way of proposing to me?”

His eyes twinkled with amusement, his gaze never breaking yours. “Maybe,” His voice was soft and soothing as he lowered his head once more to briefly press his lips against yours. “Yes.”

You thought about it for a moment — secretly dating is one thing, but getting married would mean you were fully going against the Code, something you could never come back from. However, a part of you rationalized that you had already done that, and if you had already broken it, what was the harm in going one step further?

“Okay, let’s get married,” Your face broke out into a grin and you giggled softly, not quite believing this was truly happening, but you wouldn’t oppose it if it meant you were wholly committing to your love for Anakin.

Anakin felt as though his heart would burst out of his chest as a smile spread across his face and his eyes lit up with excitement. His mind was quickly filled with thoughts of being tied to you forever, of never having to worry about losing you to someone else. He couldn’t contain himself and brought his other hand to your face to cup both of your cheeks while he smothered you with kisses all over your face.

His voice was soft as he pulled back slightly, “You’re completely okay with this?” Despite your agreement, he wanted to ask again to ensure you were completely on board with the idea. He knew you wouldn’t lie to him or say yes just to make him happy, but he wanted to be reassured that you were committed to going through with this.

You nodded and brought your hands up to cover his, unable to contain your smile. “I’m sure. I want to be with you, Ani, forever.”

Anakin laced his fingers with yours and squeezed them gently; a warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout his body — he was overjoyed with your answer. It was difficult for him to believe how he got so lucky with you; he liked everything about you — your smile, the way you spoke, the way you carried yourself… You were simply perfect in his eyes and he was grateful that you were willing to spend the rest of your life with him.

The thought immediately made his heart sing — he was going to marry you; he would have you all to himself and soon be able to call you ‘his wife.’ “I love you, angel,” He spoke softly, his voice full of love and joy. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and gently kissed where it met your shoulder.

His actions made your heart melt — you cherished every moment with him. You kissed the side of his head and lifted a hand to cup the back of it while you murmured, “I love you too, Ani.”

A small, content sigh escaped his lips and he squeezed you tighter against him, enjoying your soft, comforting embrace.

You ran a hand through his hair and whispered, “We should head back to one of our quarters before we’re out here too long.”

Anakin hummed softly in response before lifting his head from your neck and giving you one last kiss. He took your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours as he started to lead you out of the temple’s halls and toward his room.

You leaned against him and lightly squeezed his hand as he guided you. The walk to his room was filled with silent bliss, and you knew that despite the chaos happening throughout the galaxy, you would always be able to rely on Anakin.

#nat's tales #⋆anakin⋆#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you

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sourceblog · 1 year

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ANAKIN SKYWALKER EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH

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incorrectstarwarsquotess · 1 year

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HOLY MOLY! I just want to thank every single person who gave my account attention haha. I started it out during quarantine and honestly it’s been so much fun (especially seeing people’s reactions/replies to an incorrect quote)! As a thank you, if there’s a specific quote or characters you want to see on my account, leave me a request!! Love you guys <3

#nat speaks #star wars #incorrect star wars quotes #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars: the clone wars #star wars prequels

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xbladekitkat85 · 2 years

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I love how Obi Wan tells Leia "From now now, you do as I tell you, alright?" Because she probably thought it sounded very strong and commanding and filed it away in her brain to say to people later. Fast forward to A New Hope and she tells the boys the same thing.

#nat rambles #star wars #kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi #leia organa #luke skywalker #han solo #chewbacca

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blueberryrock · 6 months

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#1 for Yoda, #1 and #8 for Anakin?

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I like Yoda cause you can tell that he has genuinely tried to do good his whole life, and has tried to help people and those around him but when you're in his position a lot can slip under your nose and so I dislike him cause a lot of the other jedis were afraid to talk to him/the council in case they'd get booted which is just sad lol

and now for Anakin, by god where do I start lmao? i love how loyal he is and how it eventually bites him in the ass, and omg him with Ahsoka and Obi-Wan always makes me cry I love them sm they're such siblings 😭 and idk i don't think i really dislike Anakin lmao i love his character and how he was the good guy™️ but literally turned into the big bad and i love that for him tbh 10/10

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

hmm i haven't actually been in the fandom for too long so I haven't seen to many bad takes, but ig when they make him to stupid and rash? like yes he's a dumbass be he's also literally one of the best generals for a reason people he is actually really smart?? he rewires droids for godsake, so yeah that is kinda the only thing I can really think of

Ask game!!

#nat answers stuff #im sorry if this isnt worded well #my head hurts sm rn #idek why #well i think i know why but if I say it I will get yelled at more for still being up #oh well #this music probably doesnt help #anyways thanks for the ask! i hope I get more this one is really fun #anakin skywalker #yoda #star wars #ask game

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nat-cat31 · 2 years

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The idea that Vader needs to reassure Obi-Wan that no, HE didn’t kill Anakin, is so interesting.

The death of Anakin was by his own hand. He saw the light and the teachings that “held him back” and decided to kill it to achieve a higher power, a larger purpose, and with it he killed his morals, his values, and his relationships. He killed everything in his path, but first and foremost, he had to kill himself.

And Obi was so devastated. Because, Anakin was his padawan, his very best friend, his love, his dyad, his very soul. To hear that from the man himself, that his Anakin was brutally killed to become a monster, is so chilling.

And Vader wants him to know, even through all the hunting and the burning and the hate, Obi-Wan didn’t kill him. Or was it a way to further pain him? Because Obi-Wan could place blame on himself, sure, but something worse is discovering he couldn’t have changed it. That Anakin would always die, because Anakin was the one pulling the trigger. It takes everything out of Obi-Wan’s control, leaves only their two broken hearts lying between them, still beating in time with the other,

You didn’t kill Anakin Skywalker

I did

I’m sorry, Anakin

#SW thoughts with Nat #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #I’m sorry this was so rambly #I’ve rewatched this scene so many times and I have so many thoughts about it #it’s gonna haunt me for a long long time #they’re so codependent it hurts #even when obi is finally able to walk away #and move on from the past #he still mourns for Anakin and loves him

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daincrediblegg · 2 years

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oh well...

#guess I had to do them too eventually #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #the sims 4 #star wars #might have to add some shadow to anakins eyes they're not dark and brooding enough #feel like I got nat pretty good tho I'm feelin good about that

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fanfic-obsessed · 1 year

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Not Our Jedi

Let’s take some time today to imagine a variation on Order 66.When Order 66 declares the Jedi traitors it is believed, without question save for one thing. Each Battalion, each clone is absolutely certain that their Jedi were not traitors (This is, of course, excluding the few Jedi who were like Pong Krell and thought of the Clones as less than human). Their Jedi alone had stayed true (For the purposes of this idea there is a battalion stationed in the temple who consider all of the Jedi in residence as theirs. The Coruscant Guard claimed a number of the Shadows, including Quinlan Vos. Also, by and large the clones consider any Jedi they interact with regularly as ‘theirs’). In addition, through chip related hand waving, the clones believe that only their own battalion have stayed true, all other clones in the GAR have betrayed them and are a danger to the non traitor Jedi.

Frankly Sidious’s words and actions did not dissuade the clones of this. Neither did the actions of the nat borns that supported the new emperor. Instead it convinced the entire GAR that the evil Jedi traitors have somehow taken control of Palpatine. The Nat born officers that claimed their Jedi were also traitors…well those nat borns tended to be the ones treated the clones like meat droids anyway, so it was all too easy to assume they were in league with the Jedi traitors.

Every battalion decided, near simultaneously, that they had to take their Jedi and run. Regroup on some uninhabited world (Somehow none of the battalions managed to pick the same uninhabited world) and any nat born that tried to stop them was killed outright. They could make a plan for saving the former Chancellor and the Republic once they were certain that ‘Their Jedi’ were safe. The Jedi go along with this because 1.) The force is telling them to 2.) They can feel that something is very wrong with their men and 3.)Their men are nearly panic stricken at the thought of their Jedi reaching out to other Jedi.

In the chip-addled minds of the clones they are convinced that their Jedi reaching out to the traitors would be disastrous. Not because they thought their Jedi could be convinced to be a traitor, but because their Jedi was soft hearted and kind and trusting and the traitor Jedi would HURT them, either emotionally or physically.

Anakin Skywalker, in the midst of falling to the dark, still marches on the temple with the 501st. By the time they reach it, the entire thing is empty. Not only that it is stripped bare courtesy of the temple bound battalions who evacuated everything not nailed down (and a few things that were). Even the Force felt different in the empty temple. This was enough to pause Anakin’s fall. It also gave the 501st the chance to convince their general that they need to retreat and regroup on an uninhabited planet with Anakin’s pregnant wife (By getting them both out of the line of fire they prevent Padme’s death and manage to bring Anakin mostly back to the light).

Sidious thinks that with one Order he was going to take control of the GAR and be able to use millions of controlled clones in taking full control of the galaxy. Within 2 days the entire thing, including the Coruscant Guard, vanishes. What’s more his shiny new apprentice has also vanished and not a single one of them is picking up their comms (Communications across the GAR have been shut down to keep their Jedi from being tempted to contact the traitors) and the Force is not nearly as dark as it should be.

This goes on for months, the Jedi trying to carefully coax their battalions to let them reach out to other Jedi. The clones panicking and destroying more communication equipment every time and being in all other ways just to the left of their old selves. No one knows what's going on, least of all the clones, and the war has all but ground to a halt. There is so much trauma on all sides of the conflict that many of the Jedi are legitimately afraid that this was a break from reality on the part of the clones and, not knowing how widespread this was, were concerned that their men would be labeled as defective and killed.

I cannot stress enough that none of the Jedi, save perhaps Anakin Skywalker, knows about Order 66, the chips (though Shaak Ti does know about the chips she did not connect them to the strange behavior of the cadets ), or the ramifications thereof.

Finally, after months, Ahsoka has an idea. She goes to Rex and the other officers (without the urge to kill Ahsoka, Rex did not fight the chip or make the connection to Tup and Fives) and starts asking about who the enemy is, who the traitors are, since they cannot trust the Emperor (who is being controlled by ‘traitors’) or the separatist or even each other really because they came from all different battalions and felt some loyalty to their old comrades. At last she asks if there are any other Jedi/former Jedi that they can reach out to, to start to figure out who to trust. Rex is quiet for a long moment. At last he says that General Kenobi always chooses what is right. Whatever side Kenobi is on is the right one. All the other officers agree.

Ahsoka helps them make plans to track down the 212th. Internally she is a bit horrified because 1) no one being should make up the entirety of another person's moral compass 2) is aware that her grandmaster is, like any other sentient, capable of making the wrong choices and siding with the wrong people 3) she knows for a fact that Rex also knew that and 4)she still has no idea what is wrong with her men.

It takes another few months to track down and make contact with the 212th, a few weeks after that to convince Cody (who very much thinks that they are traitors and should be shot on sight) that they are on General Kenobi's side. At last they find a neutral place to meet and two Jedi meet for the first time since the Order went out.

Obi Wan is ecstatic that Ahsoka is ok. In the intervening months he has learned how to ask questions of the controlled clones where they will answer with information that they do not consciously know (Still never stumbling on the chips or their function because none of the 212th had the correct information). So when he asks Rex if he knows why the Jedi are believed to be traitors, Rex answers with ‘the chips Fives warned us about are active now.’ From this Obi Wan is able to get more information about the chip and convince Cody to have it taken out.

After the removal Cody has a mild to moderate panic attack once he wakes up. Dealing with memories of abducting his general, the death threats he delivered to his younger brother and a Togruta who might as well be his sister, the horrifically uncharitable things he thought and said about any clone not in the 212th. He also wakes up realizing that the Jedi are not traitors and has to reconcile what he would have done when confronted with any of them. I imagine that it is sometime shortly after Cody wakes up that Codywan gets together (I love the idea that they had an understanding that they would explore their relationship after the war, this also neatly skirts the issue of consent while under a mind control chip).

With it confirmed what was going on, the 327th and the 212th began to remove the chips wholesale. There are whole new branches of psychotherapy that are developed as the dechipping continues and Clones begin to realize exactly how kriffed up those chips made their heads. Though the process for dechipping the entirety of the battalions takes months, as soon as the process is nailed down and there are a handful of dechipped clones, they begin to try and track down the other battalions (They find Plo Koon and his Wolffe pack next).

With the rest of the galaxy, the disappearance of the clones and the Jedi has changed both nothing and everything. Palpatine is Emperor in name and function, he has many people in power to back him (Or who would back whomever promised them power). The Jedi do not need to be dead to be scapegoats, just absent. In fact, without the inherent tragedy of the Purge and the march on the temple, they actually make a better scapegoat. What has hurt Palpatine’s regime is the lack of 3 million clones ready to enforce his every command. The nat born military officers that would have supported him are dead, the ones that wouldn’t have chosen to desert with clones and the Jedi. It is too close to the end of the clone wars to use droids. This leaves him entirely without a military at the most vulnerable time of his new regime (When it is between 6 months and 3 years old).

What would have become the Rebellion in the Canon universe is also struggling. Order 66 and the Purge is such a defining moment. It would go on to become the moment of rock bottom for many worlds, the moment where there is nothing left that can be taken away so you might as well fight. Though it may never be pointed at, it was in that moment that many of the Rebellion founders found their courage to fight back, to Rebel, to deny the Empire that the Republic has been for decades. In this universe there is no tragedy of unimaginable proportions, no genocide to spur secret meeting, no rows of faceless white to fight against. Instead we have a tense holding pattern, restrictions that are unenforceable and thus ignored.

Some systems talk about seceding, some just quietly stop showing up. As the months drag on there are more and more empty pods in the imperial senate. More and more systems suddenly stop accepting imperial credits, or abruptly seem to have their own military and won’t take Senate comms. Then entire systems seem to be blockaded from Imperial ships.

Palpatine played his ace in the whole and it was a good one, unveiling his empire. Without the immediate glue of the Clones, that empire began to unravel.

The Jedi and Clones know none of this, creeping between worlds in the outer rim and wild space. Once they discover the planet that the Coruscant temple was evacuated to, it is decided to make this planet their home base, their new home which they call Haven. Once they find where Kamino was evacuated to (thankfully not far), the cadets are moved to Haven. Thankfully it seems that Obi Wan Kenobi remains the only person that every chip-addled mind seems to think would always choose the right side (Everyone, including Obi Wan and the dechipped clones, is both baffled and a little concerned) so Obi Wan can go in with a few dechipped clones to each speak with each Jedi.

By the time they find the 501st, Luke and Leia are just over 2 years old. The forced downtime has given Padme and Anakin the time to actually have several adult and emotional conversations.

Anakin’s march on the temple has highlighted the cliff that he almost stepped off, and without an enemy to beat it becomes very clear that this cliff is something he wants no part of. Something about the combination of 1) Raising children, 2) dealing with clones that even Padme can tell are NOT acting right, 3)No longer being constantly under battle stress and 4) Doing just a little self reflection (assisted by his wife) and reeling that Holy Kriff he was ready to kill kids (He has already done so but this is the difference between manslaughter and first degree murder).

Padme has also realized that she has some very unhealthy mindset she doesn’t want to pass onto the children. There was something about the way the clones agreed with everything that Anakin said that was striking in all the worst ways, for both of them (The chips meant that ‘their Jedi’ could do no wrong).

They are both so glad to see Obi Wan, even more so when he tells them that they have a way to fix/free the clones. The last grip Palpatine had on Anakin’s mind fades when Obi Wan is nothing short of ecstatic for them at the birth of the twins, and is not surprised about their relationship (he is a bit surprised that they are married, and how long, but he just sighs and goes, ‘well I guess no one wins that bet’). The 501st is dechipped, assigned a therapist to deal with the issues caused by the chip (and marching on the Jedi temple), and they are all brought back to Haven.

During this entire process the combined Jedi and Clones are still entirely cut off from the rest of the galaxy. They could not risk being found by the Empire or Sidious and had no idea about who they could trust. They have managed to grow, create, figure it out, or do without everything they could need. It takes ten years to find all of the Clones and Jedi. There is a slowdown in year six that lasts for a year and a half when they start having to ration the fuel for their ships, which led to the more mechanically inclined managing to invent a whole new propulsion system.

After 10 years all of the Clones and Jedi have been found and brought to Haven. With everyone safe it is decided to peek out into the galaxy to find out what is happening.

They poke their heads out into a very different galaxy. The Republic and the Empire have both crumbled under its own weight, without the Jedi or the Clones to prop it up. Instead smaller States, rarely bigger than a system or two, have cropped up across the galaxy. Palpatine was dead, killed by rioters on Coruscant in the final days of the Empire in year 8 (Sith might be able to cause a massive amount of damage, but even they can be overwhelmed by sheer numbers).

In spite of what the Republic Propaganda, and later Empire propaganda, these smaller governments did not immediately throw the galaxy into a lawless free for all. Nor did the lack of Jedi involved cause more suffering that would have happened otherwise.

The residents of Haven decide to adopt something similar, theirs was the only inhabited planet in their system (one of the reasons the Clones chose it) but there were three other habitable planets. Thus the system Tonbrei, named for the Dai Bendu word for completeness and unity, joined the galactic stage and started making trade agreements. Their primary exports were their new propulsion system and teachers for Force Sensitive children.

#star wars the clone wars #order 66 #Order 66 happened differently #fanfiction prompt #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #star wars au #star wars #sheev palpatine #codywan #bamf obi wan #anidala #padme amidala

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Wife!Reader

summary: Jake has a last-minute costume change that drives you crazy.

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“Alright,” Natasha spoke as she narrowed her eyes at the calendar you had in your kitchen. “Luke, you’re going with Matt after the Halloween dance?” She whipped around, your kids sitting at the island, elbows deep in the candy bowl. You stood against the counter, lovingly watching their godmother re-explain the plan you all made for Halloween.

“Yeah,” the eighth-grader, dressed in his beloved Luke Skywalker costume, said unenthusiastically as he ate yet another piece of candy. He reached back in, only to have you slap his hand with your fake rubber wood stake. The boy whined, retracting his hand and shaking it as if it hurt.

“Jane,” Nat redirected her attention. The sixth grader perked up, a lollipop shoved in her mouth and her cat ear headband shifting on her head.

“I’m going to stay the night at Anna’s house while you guys go to the party at the Hard Deck,” the girl droned, hearing the Halloween plan for a solid week now. “Mommy, where’s dad?” she asked, looking around for the tall blond.

“Probably still getting ready. You know him, always having to make an entrance,” you sighed, taking another piece of candy for yourself and tossing one to Luke. He smiled brightly, little lines forming around his mouth just like his father's.

“I do not,” Jake huffed on cue, waltzing into the kitchen. He placed a kiss on the top of Jane’s head and ruffled his son's hair.

“Where’s your costume?” Luke asked, fixing his hair in the reflection of the toaster. “Uncle Javy said you guys were doing cowboys?”

“Zombie cowboys,” Jane whispered her addition.

You eyed your husband up and down, his casual jeans and black t-shirt catching your attention. Certainly didn’t look like the plaid button-down and ‘bloody’ ripped jeans he tried on the other day. “You look casual,” you noted. Although you were no better, your 90s Buffy recreation could’ve been anything.

Jake reached in between his children and grabbed a handful of candy, flashing a signature Seresin smile up at you, beautiful pearly white teeth that always managed to make your legs turn to jelly. There was something different in the way he smiled, it was more crooked, his jaw a little lower than normal. It dawned on you and the sudden wave of pleasure hit you at the same time. Jake’s canine teeth were longer and pointier. “Holy shit,” you breathed.

You sauntered over to him, your eyes trained on his lips. You placed your thumbs on his upper lip and pulled them upward to reveal the fake teeth molded to his real ones. “What’s happening?” he asked with a small laugh. You inspected them further, tilting his head upward to see the sharp point. You wanted them all over your body. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought.

“Fangs,” you responded simply, your voice was lower, barely audible.

Jake knew exactly what he was doing. He looked over at you, the color of your eyes was near nonexistent, and your pupils were blown with sheer want. He smirked, hands clasping around your wrists and pulling your thumbs out of his mouth, “Fanboy had extra material and made these for me. Like em, darlin’?”

“I do,” you hummed, tilting your chin upward. He swiped his tongue along his teeth, his fangs on full display for you.

“Okay!” Natasha said quickly as soon as she saw Jakle’s hand touch your lower back. A Jake signature. Even though the kids were preoccupied with their phones she knew that it was about to become not so family-friendly in the Seresin kitchen. “Kids grab your things, I’ll take you to the school.” Luke and Jane jumped off their chairs and gathered their things. “Behave,” she scolded with a shake of her head as the two of you moved away from each other.

The kids shrugged on their backpacks and gave you and Jake a quick hug and promises of being safe they happily followed their godmother who shot back one last warning glare.

After the door shut and the engine of Natasha's car roared, Jake turned to you and you looked at him with the same knowing face.

In a swift motion, Jake pressed you against the cold metal of the refrigerator, flashed his fangs, and connected his lips to your neck. The drag of his fangs burned your skin deliciously as he dragged them along the length of your neck. “So,” he murmured darkly, the tips of the fangs slightly digging into the base of your neck, “still wanna go to that party?”

You tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. “We can be late,” you moaned as his lips found the other side of your neck. He hoisted you up on the counter, one of your hands falling to the cold surface to brace yourself.

“No kids, no interruptions,” he mumbled against your skin, his strong hands pushing your trembling thighs apart. “We’re not going.”

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin oneshot #jake seresin blurb #hangman x reader #hangman blurb #top gun #top gun maverick

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 9 months

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“The Avengers Embark on a Brief Escape from Sanity” - a Loki x Reader crack!fic one shot

You, Loki, and the Avengers go to an escape room to pass an afternoon. You all fucking destroy the place, you chaotic sunsuvbishes.

PAIRINGS: Loki x Reader; Bucky x Steve; Author x Skywalker OG WARNINGS: the fuck if I know what my brain’s going to come up with, just know when to duck (brief erection talk and lots of Bucky ass-grabbing Steve) WORD COUNT: 2.4k

This is my 1k follower celebration, where you all dared me to write a fic while stoned, posting it un-edited. All I edited was spelling because my gods I’m not a total schmuck. For the record, at the beginning of this adventure I am about half-a-joint in, and fully intend to be two-in by the time we’re finished here today. They really should make some Marvel-named strains. A Loki OG would probably make me so horny. Like literally, his color is green so why don't we have Loki-Smoki? Anyway, here you go, my readers. Thanks for getting me to 1k! I love you….and I’m sorry. ^_^

“I don't understand,” said a highly-confused Thor as the quinjet touched down on the roof of the mall. “People put themselves in prison for fun here? How strange!”

“For once, I concur with my brother,” said a sullen Loki from the seat on your left. You smiled and slipped a hand over his. His skin always felt supple, cooler than a human’s, but still soft. “It makes no sense.”

“It’s a game!” said Steve, proud to finally be ‘in’ on something before another teammate. “To test our minds and ability to work on a team!”

Stark rolled his eyes and stood up first as the engines stopped. “Yeah, because The Avengers have no fucking idea how teams works…or how prisons work,” he eyed Nat, along with half of the team.

She pouted. “Fuck you.”

You and Loki quickly got up. “I think it’ll be fun,” you said, ever the optimist. “And if nothing else, think of all the attention this small, local business will attract if just one of us takes a picture with them!”

Loki smiled and kissed your forehead. “You’re always seeing the good in everything, even in the face of inevitable imprisonment!”

You rolled your eyes. “Drama queen.”

You may as well have sauntered into the mall in slow motion, you all looked so cool. Everyone recognized you as the heroes of Earth, of course, and you couldn’t get far before the wolves descended, desperate for interaction with their idols. Some of you relished in the attention. Tony was waving and handing out business cards. Thor and Steve were posing with the ladies for selfies while Bucky tried to grab Steve’s ass from behind. Meanwhile, Nat looked like she wanted to go home and punch someone. That left you and Loki in the middle, looking around over the heads of the gathering fans, looking for an exit.

“Are you sure this isn’t the escape room?” Loki asked.

“Over there!” you said, pointing to the left. A large, neon sign flashed “Escape-O-Rama!” from a regrettable distance away. But before you could wrangle the Avengers away from their adoring fans, two beautiful young women flanked Loki, ignoring you completely and shoving you off to the side.

Loki grimaced. “Ladies…I’m not sure you’re aware that you just shoved my--”

“--can we get a picture?” asked one, a fair-skinned lass with lush blonde hair. “Please, Mr. Loki? God, you’re hot!”

You frowned and rolled your eyes, regaining your balance as the second girl shoved her phone into your hand. “Take the picture?”

Without letting your boyfriend get a word in edgewise, the girls threw his hands over their shoulders, giggling like idiots. Loki looked at you, and raised an eyebrow the instant he saw how red your face was getting with anger. “No, I’m not indulging a pair of ingrates!”

They, again, ignored his protestations, leaving you to settle the matter.

“Jesus Christ, we’ll be late for our reservation,” you muttered, growling and chucking the camera at the one girl’s face, hitting her nose, sending her careening to the floor with a grunt of shock.

Loki looked pleasantly amused. You wasted no time in throwing the other girl off of him and hurling her body on top of her pal’s. “You seemed to forget two things, ladies,” you said, shaking a finger at them. “One, I’m an Avenger too, so I can do some cool shit myself. You should’ve wanted me in the picture too, you dirty trailer-park cunts! Two, Loki’s my man meat, so back off, you bald-ass hyenas!”

The girls were stunned, and the other mortals who were busy accosting the rest of the team fell silent, slowly backing away and deciding to resume their business, lest they feel your wrath next.

“Good, now can we go?” you asked sweetly, waiting until the two little bitches were looking at you before shoving your tongue down Loki’s throat for a solid twenty seconds of public access tonsil hockey. Loki loved showing off in public with you, the Kinkmeister.

Thor didn’t like it when you did that in front of him, however, and he quickly cleared his throat. “Let’s…just go imprison ourselves.”

“Thor, I believe the correct term is ‘go fuck ourselves’,” said Tony.

“It’s a ship prison?” asked a skeptical Loki as you were guided back to the escape room by a pimple-faced teenaged employee.

“It’s our newest room,” bragged the kid, his voice cracking worse than Steve’s on the first night he ever saw a stripper. “Escape from the Titanic! Very popular! Very difficult to solve!”

“So it’s a very large prison, a titanic prison,” added Thor.

“It’s named after a real ship,” said Bucky.

“Or the movie,” added Tony.

“You’ll have one hour to find and obtain the key that unlocks the last available lifeboat off the sinking Titanic. If you fail to find the key and leave the ship, you’ll all drown!” the kid recited, trying his best to sound interested.

“This jerk won’t be winning any Oscars,” muttered Tony.

The employee ignored Tony Snark.

“I’ll be available to contact via this telegraph machine,” said the kid, indicating the large contraption by the door. “You’ll have three clues. Just tap any pattern into the telegraph, it’ll buzz me, and I’ll give you a clue. You can also bug out of the room in an emergency by tapping SOS.”

Loki had to almost immediately slap Thor’s curious hand away from the telegraph.

The employee set the clock to exactly one hour and left the room. As soon as he locked the door, an off-key version of My Heart Will Go On began twinkling awkwardly throughout the room, making Nat cringe.

“This is what they did to me in Gitmo” she murmured. “Bastards.”

“So now what?” asked Loki, looking to you for guidance.

“Well the first clue could be anywhere, tucked in a crack in a wall or under a table…look for drawers that could be opened, clues that may be written down in a book or--”

“--here it is!”

Tony raised the key marked “Number One” above his head.

“Um, we didn’t even find the clue yet, asshole,” you grunted. “Slow your roll, ‘kay?”

Tony shrugged and tossed the key on the table. “The clue on the tag says something about poop.”

“The poop deck, usually toward the back of a ship,” recited Steve as Bucky tried to make a reach for Steve’s poop deck.

“Um, how ‘bout that sign?” Tony pointed with his thumb to the sign that literally read “POOP DECK HERE YOU NEED THE KEY” above his head in the doorway.

The clock read 58:26 as everyone piled through the first door…except for you and Loki. You grinned slyly as you closed the door behind the others, keeping the two of you in that first room.

“There’s only one mast I want to raise today,” you said seductively, making Loki purr with pleasure.

“I’d counter you with an equally-witty quip, but I am not on familiar terms with the lingo that mortals use for their ships.”

“Shut up and put your tongue in my face, Loki.”

He did, and it was fucking excellent.

“Um, you do know there are cameras in every room?” came a timid voice from over the loudspeaker.

“Good, it’s free porn for you!” you giggled. Loki put a gentle finger to your lips and ‘shhed’ you in a way that made you want to drop your pants.

“Dignity, dearest,” he said softly. “Let’s wait until we can desecrate Steve’s room again.”

You were about to agree before you were interrupted by the sound of disappointment amid Tony’s wisecracks.

“Got the second key!” he said.

“Oh, come ON!” moaned Steve. The clock was still barely at 55:00.

“We should probably stay with the others. We’re going to be finished before you can even get up all the way,” you said, chuckling.

“That is where you’re wrong, lovely,” he said, taking your hand and putting it on his crotch for just a silent, tantalizing moment.

Yeah, he was harder than the SAT in Latin. Sadly, you wood would have to wait.

As you and Loki caught up with the rest of the team in the second room, Tony was having a hard time getting the key to work. “It’s stuck!”

“It’ll fit, just keep at it,” said Steve. “Jam it in harder if you have to!”

“That’s what you said last night!” giggled Bucky.

“We don't have time for this,” Tony growled.

“We literally have all the time for this,” you replied.

“Stand back! I will take care of this!”

You turned to the far corner of the room, where Thor stood posed with Mjolnir.

“Jesus Christ, why did you bring that in here?!” shrieked Tony.

“I’ll save us!” he hollered proudly, charging the locked door, his hammer poised to strike.

“NO!”“BROTHER, STOP!”“OH MY GAH--!!!”“WHAT THE FUUU---”

You woke up fifteen seconds later, strewn about the rubble, the room itself miraculously still standing in spite of the completely-blown-out inside. Loki was closer to his brother, holding him down while Tony smacked him repeatedly over the head with a chunk of table.

You looked next to you, where Sam Wilson was standing casually. You jumped a little at his seemingly sudden appearance at your side.

“Whoa! Sam, where did you come from?”

Sam frowned and looked at you with moderate disappointment, much how he looked every day. He just meant it today.

“I’ve always been here. All day. I was in the room this whole time and everything.”

The team went awkwardly silent.

Sam looked over at Cap, sadness in his eyes. “Et tu, Steve?”

Biting his lip, Steve said nothing. Bucky put his big metal hand firmly on Steve’s buttcheek, getting another piece of that hot, sweet American pie.

“Man, fuck you all,” said Sam, turning around and walking away with his middle fingers raised.

Later, after being permanently banned from every escape room in the state of New York, the team paid the owner of the Risk E Rat’s Pizza at the other end of the mall to close the place so that they could dine in peace. Nat enjoyed the sounds of pouting kindergarteners as they were told to leave. It harmonized well with the sounds of sirens down the way.

“What? There’s a Ms. Pac Man machine at the barbershop down by the Apple store, you ungrateful fucks!” said the crabby old owner. Nat made a note to get his number later.

Most of you sat around a table eating cheap, stale-crust pizza. Meanwhile, Stark was off showing Bucky how to feel up the Justine the Teen Dream animatronic’s breasts, seeing if it would make him straight again (it wouldn’t).

“So,” said Steve, his futile attempts to masticate his “pizza” failing him, so he just swallowed the gummy dough and moved on. Kiddie pizza is nasty. “So, this is awkward.”

“How are we gonna spin this one, guys? Green Guy wasn’t even with us this time,” said Tony as he and Bucky returned, Bucky looking confused and disoriented as he sat down next to Steve again.

“Fury is going to be…ugh…”

“What is it, dearest?” asked Loki as your train of thought left the station.

You shrugged as your mind struggled. “I had a word in my head but my brain dropped it. Fury is going to be…uh….what a synonym for being really, really angry? Fury will be that.”

You all stared at one another in silence, none of you sure what to say next.

Another minute of quiet.

“Well, what do we do now?”

Loki shrugged and looked directly into the imaginary POV camera your brain is using to picture this story right now as you read these words. “It’s up to the author to finish the story,” he said with a grin.

FUCK.

“...so, don’t just leave us sitting here!” protested Nat. “You’re the one literally putting words in our mouths!”

I’M BLITZED, GUYS. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?

“Just cut to us getting back to the Tower or something,” said Steve.

I’M NOT THAT CHEAP, STEVE.

“So, what now?” you asked.

WELL, HOW DO YOUR USUAL WRITERS END AN ADVENTURE?

“With a massive all out battle!” Thor jumped onto the table, raising his hammer high.

I’M NOT DOING THAT. MY THAI FOOD’S ALMOST HERE.

“So, again I ask…now what?” you repeated.

The author paused for a moment before typing out her final commands.

OKAY, THOR, GO BACK TO THE ESCAPE ROOM AND APOLOGIZE FOR BLOWING UP THE STORE. THAT WAS RUDE.

Thor dropped his head and pouted. “Okay.” He sauntered off into the mall, toward the sounds of the sirens.

NOW BUCKY, GET YOUR HAND OFF STEVE’S BUTT AND THE TWO OF YOU GO PRETEND TO BE HETEROSEXUAL FOR THE DISNEY-PLUS RELEASE OF THIS EPISODE. WE CAN’T BE SCARING OFF THE SWEET CHINESE GOVERNMENT DOLLARS, NOW.

Bucky whimpered as he took his hand back. Steve winked and kissed his forehead before stepping back and punching him square in the shoulder. “Vaginas, amirite?”

“Hell yeah, vaginas!”

They walked off into the sunset dude-bro punching each others’ shoulders the whole way.

NAT, I KINDA FORGOT WHAT TO DO WITH YOU. SORRY. ERRR…HERE’S FIFTY BUCKS.

A fifty appeared in Nat’s hand. “Cool. I could buy a gun with this!” She walked out.

HEY TONY, CAN YOU NOT BE SUCH A TWATWAFFLE NEXT TIME? I’M RUNNING OUT OF FIC IDEAS THAT INCLUDE YOUR MAIN CHARACTER TRAIT NOT BEING A QUIP MACHINE.

Tony shrugged as he began to make his exit. “Hey, that’s all the MCU’s writers think I am, anyway. I’ll be off doing science somewhere.”

As Tony walked away, everyone left could hear him singing “I’m just a quip machine, and I don't work for nobody but youuuu…”

SO, NOW IT’S JUST YOU TWO.

“Hey,” said Loki cautiously.

“...yep,” you added.

“So, what commands do you have for us?” Loki asked.

I DON’T KNOW…GO HAVE WILD HOT MONKEY SEX SOMEWHERE.

“Okay!” you said cheerily, grabbing Loki’s hand impatiently dragging him toward the exit while he looked at the author with alarmed confusion. “But why do we have to include a monkey--?”

As the pair of you flew out of sight, the author looked around the Word document, and saw that it probably wasn’t all that great…but it was still more coherent than Finnegan’s Wake, so that surely counted for something.

So she closed the laptop.

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talkfastwalkfaster · 3 months

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College!Anakin Skywalker

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A/N: i hope u guys enjoy this! feedback and comments are always welcome and appreciated Warnings: MDNI, smut

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🕊 College!Anakin is an absolute sweetheart and so polite

🕊 You first met him in your calculus class

🕊 You sat next to him during class and when he saw you struggling he offered to help you out

🕊 He likes to listen to Mozart or instrumental versions of songs when he studies because he finds them calming

🕊 The two of you study together all the time and now that's the only way you study, even if Anakin's not there

🕊 You asked him out after three weeks of him tutoring you because you found yourself becoming fond of him and his antics

🕊 Like the way he would always push up his glasses when he got nervous, even if they were already as high as they could go

🕊 Or when he would quickly lick his lips and glance around the room when he trips over his words

🕊 And especially when he would become very animated with his voice and hands when he rambles about something

🕊 Your first date was at a small diner right outside of your campus

🕊 After the date, like a gentleman, he walked you back to your dorm and texted you once he got back to his to make sure you were alright

🕊 The two of you first kissed after your third date and he was a blushing, stuttering mess after

🕊 Like he could not form a complete sentence for at least five minutes because all he could think about was how your lips felt on his

🕊 His favorite position is either missionary or cowgirl because he loves to see your face

🕊 His glasses always stay on during sex

🕊 The first time the two of you had sex you had to take control because he had absolutely no clue on what to do

🕊 You had to guide him and move his hands where you wanted them or else he'd be as still as a rock because he was afraid of overstepping your boundaries

🕊 The longer the two of you dated, the more comfortable he became with you during sex, but he still preferred that you take control

🕊 Cannot stay quiet during sex no matter what, he is very vocal and is a hardcore whimperer

🕊 The first time you gave him a blowjob he almost passed out and needed a minute to compose himself because he had no idea something could feel so good

🕊 Loves giving and receiving praise

🕊 Will always compliment you and stare at you like you hung the moon and stars

🕊 Has so many nicknames for you; sweetheart, angel, my love, baby, precious, blossom

🕊 However, his favorites and the ones he calls you most frequently are angel and blossom

#nat's flash fiction #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #⋆anakin⋆#anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut

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peach-and-bugs · 3 years

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Masterlist

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characters that I write for are organized in alphabetical order by fandom and by name. links will lead to my complete list of posted work for said character:

willing to write for characters: romantically (➵ ) platonically (✸) or nsfw (✧)

Character Alphabets (sfw ✸ & nsfw ✧)

Ask Box Headcanons and Blurbes

Agents of shield

Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵ ✧

Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵ ✧

Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵ ✧

Jiaying ✸ ➵ ✧

Leo Fitz ✸ ➵

Malinda May ✸ ➵ ✧

Phil Coulson ✸ ➵

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵ ✧

Sabrina Spellman ✸ ➵

Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Doctor Who

Amy Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Bill Pots ✸ ➵

Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵ ✧

Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸ ➵

Jack Harkness ✸ ➵

Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵ ✧

River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Simm!Master ✸ ➵

Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵ ✧

Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸ ➵

Five Nights at Freddy (movie)

romantic (➵) platonic (✸) nsfw (✧)

Mike Schmidt ➵ ✸

William Afton ➵ ✸

Vanessa Shelly/Afton ➵ ✸ ✧

Killing Eve

Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵ ✧

Villanelle ✸ ➵ ✧

The Legend Of Korra

Asami Sato ✸ ➵ ✧

Bolin ✸ ➵

Bumi ✸ ➵

Izumi ✸ ➵ ✧

Korra ✸ ➵ ✧

Kuvira ✸ ➵ ✧

Kya ✸ ➵ ✧

Kyoshi ✸ ➵ ✧

Lin Beifong ✸ ➵ ✧

Mako ✸ ➵

Opal ✸ ➵

Tenzin ✸ ➵

The Last Of Us (Games)

Abby Anderson ✸ ➵ ✧

Dina ✸ ➵ ✧

Ellie Williams ✸ ➵ ✧

Joel Miller ✸ ➵

Tommy Miller ✸ ➵

Marvel

Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵ ✧

Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier ✸ ➵

Bruce Banner ✸ ➵

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵ ✧

Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵ ✧

Drax ✸ ➵

Gamora ✸ ➵ ✧

Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵ ✧

Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵ ✧

Kate Bishop ✸ ➵ ✧

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵ ✧

May Parker ✸ ➵ ✧

Mantis ✸ ➵ ✧

Maria hill ✸ ➵ ✧

Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵ ✧

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵ ✧

Nebula ✸ ➵ ✧

Okoye ✸ ➵ ✧

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵ ✧

Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ ➵

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ ➵

Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ ➵

Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵ ✧

Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Thor Odenson ✸ ➵

Valkyrie ✸ ➵ ✧

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵ ✧

Yelena Belova ✸ ➵ ✧

Parks and Recreation

Ann Perkins ✸ ➵ ✧

April Ludgate ✸ ➵ ✧

Donna Meagle ✸ ➵ ✧

Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵ ✧

Leslie Knope ✸ ➵ ✧

Star Wars

Ahsoka ✸ ➵ ✧

Captain Phasma ✸ ➵ ✧

Finn/FN-2187 ✸ ➵

General Hux ✸ ➵

Han Solo ✸ ➵

Leia Organa ✸ ➵ ✧

Luke Skywalker ✸ ➵

Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵ ✧

Rey ✸ ➵ ✧

Rose ✸ ➵ ✧

Stranger things

Argyle ✸ ➵

Chrissy Cunningham✸ ➵

Dustin Henderson ✸ ➵

Eddie Munson ✸ ➵

El/Eleven/Jane ✸ ➵

Erica Sinclair ✸

Jim Hopper ✸ ➵

Johnathan Byers ✸ ➵

Joyce Byers ✸ ➵ ✧

Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Lucas Sinclair ✸ ➵

Max Mayfield ✸ ➵

Murray Bauman ✸ ➵

Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Steve Harrington ✸ ➵

Will Byers ✸ ➵

misc.

Alma LeFay Peregrine (mrs peregrine's home of peculiar children)✸ ➵ ✧

Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵ ✧

Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵ ✧

Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵ ✧

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates (Wednesday) ✸ ➵ ✧

Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵ ✧

Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant)✸ ➵ ✧

Dr. Olivia Octaviouse (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)✸ ➵ ✧

Yellowjackets

Jackie Tayler (1996) ✸ ➵

Laura Lee (1996) ✸ ➵

Lottie Mattews (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Misty Quigley (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Shauna Sadecki (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Taissa Turner (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Travis Martinez (1996/2021) ✸ ➵

"Van" Vanessa Palmer (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

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xbladekitkat85 · 2 years

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HE SAID THE THING!!!

#nat rambles #star wars #obi wan #obi wan spoilers #kenobi spoilers #luke skywalker

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curlygirlybitchachos · 1 year

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The sad reality

- Cody? - Y/n's voice were so quiet, that Cody wasn't sure they really called for him.

He knows the padawan was always loud, cheerful, full of life. This little, cracked, lifeless voice can't be his chi- his Commander voice.

The padawan was sitting on the floor, their eyes full of unshed tears, looking straight at Cody. Like they were waiting for something. Like they were waiting for Cody to do something, anything. He thought about searching for Obi-wan, he was their master. He wanted to find Ahsoka, the two padawan were always together if they can. Even finding Skywalker be a better choice than Cody himself.

But there was only Cody, nobody else. He needed to choose. Be a good soldier, leave the padawan and find some help, or let himself be more than a meet droid, and take care of the kid himself.

The kid who was an of the very first people who treated the clones like living beings. The kid who spend months to memories all the names of the men. The kid who eats, sleeps, speaks, laugh with the men. The kid who help him paint his armor, who helps him with the paper work, who brings him food when he forgot to eat.

Sometimes he thinks about when the "Commander" became "Kid". When the " Good morning Sir " became " I hope you slept well, because I didn't. You kicked me all night". When the " Sir, for a minute " became " Pss... Kid.. Get over here". When the " Be careful Sir " became " Don't you dare die out there Y/n Y/l". And when the " They just another Jedi " became " They are my Jedi, my kid".

Cody looked at Y/n again, carefully. Sometimes he forgets that Y/n only a year older than him. Such a weird case, isn't it? The difference between nat-borns and clones sometimes fascinated him. He know Y/n will outlive him of course. But he wished he had more time with them. He needed more time, he wanted more time and look at him now! Instead of enjoying that little period of time a clone can live, to spend that time with the people he want, he just standing here doing absolutely nothing at all.

The sudden sadness that takes over his heart surprise him. His heart cry for the little kid in front of him. He is a clone, a high ranked soldier. How he could be so weak? How he could feel like this when he shouldn't? How is it possible for him, to dream about a little home, where Obi-wan, Y/n and him can live? Be happy? Why he can't have that? Why?

The quiet crying broke his thoughts. The little sniff and heavy breathing. His heart made the choice, there's no coming back. He approaches Y/n, he crouches down and takes Y/n face in his hands. It's so little, it's so sad. His heart hurt.

-Oh, little one. What happend? Why are you here? - he asks as comforting as possible.

But instead of an answer he gets an even sadder face, more tears and a little, broken padawan in his lap. He knows his chest plate must be uncomfortable to hug, but it's looks like Y/n just doen't bother at all. He trys to move a little, to take of the armor, but the two little hand can't let him.

They stay like that, until Y/n is in a deep and dreamless sleep in Cody's arms. He stands up with the kid and heads to his room. Halfway through he notices his General, his Obi-wan. The Jedi is a mess, his eyes are sad, worried. His posture is tense and it's looks like he is searching for something. When he notices Cody with Y/n, he let's out a big breath. Slowly, so so slowly he comes to Cody. The look he gives to Y/n is full of regret. Carefully he touches the padawan tear stained cheeks.

-I'm such a terrible master for them. Sometimes I forget they are not Anakin. They can't be... treated like him. - Cody can see, how Obi-wan is trying to swallow back his tears.

- I'm trying not to do the same mistakes I did with him. Attachment. Be indulgent. I feel like such a monster sometimes. I wish they would know how much I love them. - He looks at Cody, with all the love he can allowed for him. - But here you are my dear. Making sure I'm not fucking up everything.

Cody decided he got enough emotional damage today. He takes the jedi hand and starts walking.

-Cody?

- We are going to take a long nap. The two of you need it, I need it. - He opens the door with the code and pushes Obi -wan in. - And after the nap, we are going to talk. - Cody puts Y/n down and takes off his armor. He looks at at Obi-wan, pleading. How could Obi-wan resist? He puts his robes on the nearby chair and he lays down next to his commander and padawan.

Cody is in the middle, hugging his two Jedi like his life depends on it. Obi-wan falls asleep quickly, nuzzled into Cody chest. On the other side Y/n is holding Cody's arm in a death grip.

Cody couldn't fall asleep just yet. Finally in his little paradise he wants to savor the moments. Like this he can feel peace taking over his soul. He knows when they wake up this little safe place is gone. The talk will be destroying but without it the silence could cause more damage. He believes that they can fix it. He can count on his men, Rex, Ahsoka, even Skywalker.

When Cody finally falls asleep he dreams of the little house, maybe on Naboo, where the three of them can finally have their happy ending.

Unfortunately, deep down, where his inhibitor chip connect to his brain, he knows that future never comes.

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Okay, so maybe i'm gonna regret this but we live once I guess. So finally a get my shit together and wrote a fan fiction. Not just a quote or a dialogue one. A full ass fan fiction. And yeah, maybe this is my first one and the little one have some flaws but I'm proud of it. So I hope all of you enjoy it, and do not forget. Without you, your comments, you like, your share I never started or tryed to write this. So thank you guys. You are the best. 💕

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Call it Even - 1

Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,208

Summary: Instead of returning to the Empire after the destruction of Kamino, Crosshair reunites with his brothers and sister on the Havoc Marauder. But there's a new member of the team that he wasn't expecting, and the two of you don't see eye to eye, so why is he so fixated on the fact that you got along so well with everyone else?

Note: this was originally going to be for my year of flowers, but it got way too long and i thought it was best split into 2 parts anyway. an anon also asked me for an enemies to lovers fic with crosshair while i had already started this one, so i hope they enjoy it as well!

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Crosshair disliked the new addition to the team, and he was in no way subtle about it. He had only recently returned to his brothers after a short stint with the Empire, and he was shocked to learn that the squad had all but adopted a nat-born while he was gone. It was even more shocking to learn that you had apparently been a Jedi, because he thought they had all been wiped out after the clones’ inhibitor chips were activated. Sometimes he caught himself wondering what had happened to you and how you survived, but then you two almost came to blows over something stupid and he angrily tried to convince himself that he didn’t give a kark what your life was like before now.

But he did care, and it drove him crazy.

He remembered waking up after the procedure, Wrecker and Hunter had to all but stun him before he allowed them to scan his brain and the truth finally came out: that he had lied about removing his chip. At the end of it all, he was glad to have it taken out of his head, but he was incredibly wary of the woman whose stare made him want to shrink back into the nonexistent shadows on that sunny Kamino platform.

He hadn’t bothered to ask who you were when they were trapped under the sinking wreckage of the city they were supposed to call home, there were much more pressing matters to attend to at the moment. And once it was discovered that Crosshair’s chip was still active, you disappeared from his view, and he didn’t find out that you were a Jedi until after he had woken up.

He remembered Shaak Ti on Kamino, he knew the reputation of the Jedi as calm and level-headed peacekeepers (and even every once in a while when his squad worked with a Jedi did they act like that), but you were unlike anything he ever expected. He thought Skywalker was the only exception to the rule, but it turned out there was more than one like him.

“Get out of my way,” he had snarled as he pushed by you on his way to the cockpit the first time he had truly spoken to you, after he noticed that you were staring at him. The bandage on his head proved that he was no longer an uncontrollable threat to your life, but it didn’t suddenly make him a pleasant person. He told himself that he wasn’t unsettled by the glare you shot him in return, but he was lying.

From that moment on, it didn’t matter who started it, the other would respond with something just as volatile. Insults were slung like grenades, and the rest of the team was lucky that they didn’t have the same effect, or there wouldn’t be much of the Marauder left.

“What the kriff is your problem this morning, toothpick?”

“The same problem I deal with every day, darling. Your grating voice.”

“Well that wouldn’t be so much of a problem if you just kept out of my business, you know.”

“In case you haven’t noticed,” he paused, taking the time to shoot an extra icy glare in your direction. “This ship isn’t that big.”

“Really? I hadn’t even thought about that, thanks for the lesson.”

He had just opened his mouth to respond with something equally brash, but Hunter stepped into the room. “Guys, knock it off. Some of us are trying to get work done, so stop your bickering or I’ll leave you behind next time we stop somewhere.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

Crosshair laughed, and something akin to a soft snort left his mouth. “Trust me, he’s an expert at leaving people behind.”

He left the room after that, and headed to the cockpit for a while, not even bothering to listen to the way that Hunter reacted to his little jab. Maybe it was a low blow, but he didn’t care.

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Crosshair soon learned for sure that it was just him that you acted prickly and standoffish with. You smiled and pointed out different types of plants and animals to Omega as you traveled from planet to them, you ate breakfast with Wrecker every morning, you shared quiet conversations with Tech as the ship hurtled through hyperspace, and you learned what Hunter’s favorite sweets were, making sure to pick some up whenever you saw them. Hells, you slept in Echo’s bunk with him, because there were only so many beds on the ship, and now that Crosshair had returned, some things had to be shifted around.

He didn’t understand why he cared so much about where you slept, but he didn’t want to think about it. He tried to nonchalantly ask Tech why you were sharing with Echo, and that conversation only made his feelings more confusing.

“Is Echo really comfortable sharing his bunk with her?”

“I don’t understand what you mean,” Tech had responded, not looking up from the control panel he was fiddling with. “He was the one who came up with this arrangement when you returned to the ship, as she had worked closely with him and his company on many missions before he was captured and taken prisoner all that time ago. And you should be grateful that he offered, or otherwise, you’d be sleeping on the floor until we could get you a hammock from Cid.”

What? That was not the answer he was expecting. He knew that logically it didn’t make sense to leave his bunk open when he was no longer part of the team, but he didn’t even consider the fact that you used to sleep where he did now. “Is everyone else really fine with her?”

That question finally got his brother to look up at him. “Crosshair, you are the only one she acts different around. She’s friendly with the rest of us because we aren’t rude and diminishing to her on a daily basis.”

“I-” Crosshair started to respond, but Tech cut him off.

“I don’t know what you were expecting honestly,” he said. “First of all, she has just lost her home, family, and way of life, and on top of that she’s being hunted down simply for surviving. Maybe she would have put up with your osik before all that, but now I don’t blame her for pushing back. Even though the inhibitor chip is no longer in your body, you’ve done nothing to show her that you’re any different from the man who tried to kill us in the name of Empire.”

This conversation was not going where Crosshair wanted it to. All he wanted to know was why the rest of the team got along so well with you, and now Tech was telling him that this whole thing was his fault?

“So what do you suggest I do?”

“I do not know Crosshair, that is your responsibility to figure out.”

Unsurprisingly, Crosshair took no initiative to change his situation, and instead continued to antagonize you whenever the two of you crossed paths. Since the ship wasn’t that big, it happened an estimated two to three times a day, and the rest of the batch were growing tired of the arguing. No one ever directly approached him and told him to knock it off, but it was clear that an attempt to limit the amount of times that you and him crossed paths was being made.

This week, he estimated that he had seen you twice, and both times you had simply thrown a glare in his direction and continued on your way. But just because you didn’t trade insults with him these past few days, it didn’t mean that you were gone from his head. The Havoc Marauder had been traveling through hyperspace, and each member of the batch was assigned a four hour shift where they were the one watching the cockpit. Twice had he returned from his shift at the front of the ship to see you and Echo cuddled up together in your shared bunk, and a feeling that he couldn’t quite explain bubbled in his stomach.

Jealousy, the logical part of his brain told him, there was no other explanation for the way his insides twisted when he saw you like that. But there was no way that could be true, because Crosshair had never felt anything for you but contempt and annoyance. He could care less who you spent your time with, or at least that’s what he told himself.

Right now he was laying in his bunk, tossing and turning as he tried to get his mind to quiet down enough so he could sleep, but nothing was working so far. He didn’t want to look over at Echo’s bunk, he didn’t want to be in this room right now, he didn’t want to be on this ship right now. Things were so much simpler before the end of the war, when he was just a soldier traveling with a few of his brothers, not a fugitive traveling with a Jedi and little kid.

Eventually, he drove himself crazy laying in his bunk, so he climbed down as quietly as possible and headed to the cockpit. He wanted to get one of the canteens of water that were stored under the main dashboard of the ship, and if whoever was keeping watch wanted to get a little shut-eye, he could watch everything for a little while. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to him that you were the one keeping watch right now, the galaxy clearly had a penchant for torturing him with situations like this.

“Is everything okay?” you asked him as he walked in.

“Everything’s fine,” he said flatly. “I just came in here for a canteen of water.”

You nodded and turned back to watching the blue streaks of hyperspace pass by the ship as Crosshair grabbed a canteen. He hovered awkwardly by the door as he tried to decide whether or not he wanted to ask you whether or not you were tired. After a few seconds though, the decision was made for him when you broke the silence. “Forgive me for asking such a personal question to someone who clearly hates my guts, but are you sure you’re okay? I can tell something is bothering you.”

He was caught off guard for a second before he remembered the Force, the thing he wasn’t sure he believed in but had seen various Jedi employ during the years he and his brothers went on one-off missions with them. You seemed genuinely concerned for him, so he decided to answer your question truthfully. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said.

You nodded. “Do you want to sit out here for a little?” you asked. “I find that the hypnotic effect of hyperspace sometimes helps calm my worries.”

“Alright,” he said as he sat down, voice notably quieter than it usually was. But there was only so many times he could take sips of water from the canteen before the stillness of the cockpit became too much for him, so eventually he broke the silence. “I don’t hate you.”

“Hmm?” you asked, turning to look at him with an inquisitive look on your face. “What do you mean?”

“You said it was clear that I hated your guts, but that’s not true,” he clarified. “I’ve had a lot of things to deal with since they removed my chip, and I unfairly took it out on the one person I didn’t recognize on the ship. I suppose you may hate me, but I don’t hate you.”

“I think we’re both in similar spots right now,” you said. “So much has changed since the end of the war, and I lost so many people that I was close with. When I started traveling with your brothers and sister, I found a place where I felt like I could belong, and then you came back, and I was worried that I’d be cast away because the ship was only so big. I don’t hate you either, no matter how much you got on my nerves.”

This was the real you, Crosshair realized, not the woman who slung insults at him like grenades, who always had a sharp retort locked and loaded for when he said something snarky. He remembered what it was like when Order 66 was delivered, how half of his brain was completely ready to kill that padawan while the other half desperately tried to keep him from pulling the trigger. He had spent enough time with his brothers again to understand the feeling of being hunted, and for you it must have been so much worse.

He didn’t say anything as he processed your words, and eventually you spoke once more. “What do you say we call a truce between us? I’m not asking you to be my best friend, but I don’t want to fight with you anymore.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, the words coming out of his mouth almost instantly. “I can agree to that.”

And for the rest of the night the two of you sat there in comfortable silence, watching the blue streaks of hyperspace pass you by.

- end of part one -

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