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evilminji · 3 months

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You know all those Cults in Gotham?

Bet at least ONE of them could spring for both a Legit Magic User and a Cloning pod.

Because The Wayne's? Hearts of Gold. Long standing pains in the asses. Probably the only thing standing between this gods forsaken wasteland of a city and Their Dark Lord. For GENERATIONS no less!

It's sooooo obnoxious!

So they want to Curse Um dead. Just a good ol fashioned bloodline curse. Destroy um from within, etc. BUT! To do THAT? You kinda need a blood relative to sacrifice!

And Bruce is... well... rather infamously An Orphan With No Biological Kids (at that point).

So? What do you do? Make one, obviously. You send in some of your own on a Holy Mission. Honeypot that playboy! Get us a kid to sacrifice! Our God will reward you etc! But... FFS! What? Are brunettes not your TYPE or something?! Pretty lady! Throwing herself at you!!

TAKE THE BAIT!

But he DOESN'T. Because he's both really used to that behavior, as The Wayne Heir and a False Playboy, AND because? He's fuckin Batman. He can see through your schemes.

Okay.

Okay!

Plan B!

Get us some DNA. We'll CLONE the sucker. That should be doable, right?

........OH COME ON! How?!

Batman: [REDACTED] / Cultists: 0

Fuck it! This is impossible! How are we supposed too... *eyes drift over to the Wayne Family Private Graveyard* .......Idea? Ideeeeaaaa~! Someone get us a shovel!

So they, cultist bastards that they are? Fuckin rob a grave for some DNA.

OBVIOUSLY though, it can't be one of the more RECENT graves! He probably VISITS those! Watches them! No we gotta be SNEAKY! Get one a bit further back! Mwahahahaha! We're so brilliant! Our God is gonna give us SUCH a Good Grade in follower!

A thing that is both REAL and possible to achieve!

So, while a Weirdly FURIOUS Batman? Is just... VIOLENTLY breaking ALL of their bones? Cultist 17 is furiously digging like his life depends on it. Either somebody snitched or Batman was hunting them down! Either way?

Gotta! Get! That! DNA!!! *digs faster*

Ah HA! Got it!

Fucking SCATTER! Run you fools, RUN!!! *everyone bolts*

And AT LAST! They have it! Wayne DNA! Now? Pop that sucker into the machine and make us a baby! Too sacrifice! *relieved noises* Man, that was hard work you guys. But we DID it!

Except??

Theoretical Babies? And "Real, slowly forming in front of me and becoming a human child" type babies? VERY DIFFERENT psychologically. It's ONE thing to sacrifice a HYPOTHETICAL baby... but when you're the guy running and monitoring the Cloning machine? Watching it slowly form and come together into... into a CHILD?

You start asking questions of yourself. Of God.

Of what, EXACTLY, you are willing to do.

What lines you find yourself unwilling to cross.

And yeah, your life was SHIT before the cult. Yeah, you were alone. Adrift. Without purpose. Angry at the world for all of its ugliness and failings. But... sitting, alone, in a dark room? Nothing but the steady hum of machines and the cool light of that pod? You are left with nothing but time... and your thoughts.

And the baby.

The one... the one YOU made.

Almost... he's almost like a son, in a way. Your son. Floating there, innocent and unknowing. Destined to be born, only to die painfully, for a cause he could not even begin to understand. Because he's too young. Too small. Just... just a baby.

The baby YOU made.

Doubt seeps in like mist. Creeping into the cracks forming in your faith. Surely there's another way, right? Why not save up for a better magician? Or... or hire a hitman? Why involve a child? Surely... surely your God would not WANT this, right? Or if He did! Surely, he would want the boy to be able to CHOOSE, right? A noble sacrifice, for the cause?

The pressure builds. Batman is tearing the city APART looking for your fellow Believers. Leadership is pressuring you to get "It" ready all ready.

He's not an "it".

They are dismissing your questions. Threatening and posturing, as you grapple with your faith. Where? Where is the COMMUNITY that you joined? The camaraderie? Every day, Believers are being torn down. The faith has lost so many!

How can this be WORTH it?

Your faith is slowly, cruelly, strangled in your chest. A death, by ten thousand silences, and ten thousand more cruelties.

Your son is ready.

You do not tell them.

The Clone of Bruce Wayne's great-grandfather is small, but healthy, in your arms. A tiny warm body, with a strong beating little heart. You call the police. Leave your phone, call running, on the desk. No one thinks to stop you, as you calmly walk out the back door.

Why would they doubt?

You are Faithful.

You drive. Pray to a God you have lost faith in, beg forgiveness for what you do now. Your beat up old junker of a car makes decent time, as you leave Gotham. Your son, asleep in a carefully made nest of blankets, on the seat next to you. You drive. You keep driving.

Past towns.

Past cities.

Out of the state.

Stopping only to feed your son and fuel your car. You... you can not bring yourself to care about what will happen to you now. You know they will find you. Know this is the end. But something ancient burns in your chest. A caring you never thought was REAL.

You are afraid.

But you will not let them harm your son.

Finally, a town. Far from Gotham. Quite and cheerful. It calls to you.

Here. It... it has to be here.

You find the hospital. Tears choking you. There is a place to drop of children. You've seen them before. How strange, that now you stand before it and HURT. Your arms not listening to your command. You... you have to do this. You HAVE too.

He is just a baby.

He is your son.

You have to keep him safe. And... and that can not be with you.

You gently put your baby boy into the drop off. Press the buzzer. And then? You make yourself walk away.

Get back in your car, and drive. The gun in your glove box will insure they can never pry from you, what you have done. Where he is. He is safe now. He has to be. You... you did your job. As his father. You made sure he was safe.

You can barely see the road, through your tears.

You take your secrets to the grave.

And Danny? He grows up. Is adopted young and never knows different. Both a Fenton and a Wayne. Knowing only one of these, to be his. But... that Wayne? Was a damn fine man. A pillar of his community and a champion of the people.

Got tossed more then a few blessings, in his life.

They weren't the STRONGEST. But they added up. And more importantly? Were hardly the refined magics of the more powerful. They were cast onto "Him". By blood and bone, more often then not. Which was all well and good!

When there was only ONE of "Him".

Cloning technology did not exsist. So why would you word carefully against it? Danny becomes a VERY lucky boy. Survives many things he should not. In fact, the kindness and hard work of his original? Gifted back in magically powered well wishes? By this, he survives something NO ONE could possibly expect him too.

It saves his life.

His template would be quite pleased, knowing that. That his life of good deeds, saved the life of the child he never got a chance to meet. That it protected his children, from even beyond death.

And in Gotham? At long, long last. The program Bruce made in his helplessness and despair, to search EVERY child until the child made of his bloodline was found? Spits out a match.

A Watchtower engineer.

Daniel J. Fenton.

@hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #that baby is my great grandpa! au #spice up the cloning au #minji's writing

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kneelingshadowsalome · 5 months

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It’s been on my mind for a while: your double trouble AU, does each konig know that the other is his younger/older version of himself? Or are they two separate different people to each other? A metaphysical question lol and I can’t get it out of my head

Ahaha it’s a good question!

Yes they are very aware of each other being a different version of the same person ^^ I don’t know how it came to be that there are 2 Königs terrorizing the world, perhaps it was an unofficial government experiment with cloning or some distortion in the space-time continuum like @gremlingottoosilly suggested, I don’t care if there were aliens involved – they’re here and in love with the same woman!

But…

What I’m curious about is how did reader and Colonel!König meet the younger version (since they’re both happily married when young recruit comes around)? Maybe reader expressed her wishes to spice things up with some FMM action one day. And because Colonel!König is lenient and gentle with her and only her – ok let’s face it, he can’t deny anything from her – he kisses her forehead gently, pulls her into his lap, asks, why don’t they go out tonight and choose a victim for her then? :)

Cue to a few hours in at the local bar, Colonel is beginning to think this was a bad idea. His wife is sitting on his lap, trying to get a view of the dance floor filled with people. Mostly drunk, desperate men far younger than him; Colonel could roll his eyes – does she really want some hormone-driven asshole to give her a sloppy, low effort ride? These boys barely have hair growing on their balls yet…

Colonel just wants to go home and bully his sweet wife for hours with some expert tonguework and is just about to offer to take her home when she spots a young man. Immediately shooting up with curiosity, her eyes are shining when she finally sees something that she really likes.

“I want that one,” she says like she’s gotten used to getting anything she wants, even if it’s a person ‐ and since we’re talking about young, pussy-deprived men here, it shouldn’t be a problem to lure someone special into her arms. She could very well go and boop anyone's nose here and they would follow her home like a dog. Even if for some, the prospect of sharing her with a big, older hound might be a bit off putting…

Colonel!König, however, relieved to see that she finally picked her choice so that they can proceed to the awkward proposal, grows pale when he sees who she’s pointing at.

“Can you believe our luck? He looks exactly like you when you were young!”

She’s so excited that she’s giggling, trying to cover her mouth like she sometimes does when she’s feeling shy.

Just imagine the Colonel’s inner turmoil when he immediately recognizes his younger self, the one he thought was dead, now alive before his eyes and looking like a sorry idiot, trying to harass some women and down beers like water.

He doesn’t only look like him, he is him. Young and rough and desperate, a bullied kid who turned into a bully himself when he grew up. Tall and lean and almost succeeding in feigning self-confidence, his younger version looks like the worst kind of tortured fucker who used to hang around on 4chan and blame women for not giving him pussy...

Before he can prevent it, his wife is gone from his lap. Approaching that silly idiot while unsuspecting, tipsy and sweet – fuck, the young man answers her flirty smile with a flash of a vicious grin...

This will be a nightmare.

#double trouble au #2 Königs 1 reader #how reader & colonel met young recruit :)

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bleepbloopblaa · 3 months

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Guys

I have a ton of headcanons

- L gets really goofy when he’s super sleep deprived. He can go two weeks max without hallucinating. If he goes past that, he l kicks his feet and giggles and is all sorts of goofy. (One time when Light and L were handcuffed, L had stayed up for a couple weeks by accident and Light had to have a date with Misa the next day. As interesting as the case L is sharing is, it’s 3 in the morning my guy-)

- Light likes mint chip ice cream

- L can’t stand the texture of the word “socks”

- Matsuda loves Christmas music, L and Light hate it. L bans Matsuda from playing it without headphones in. Matsuda plays it at full volume through his headphones and lays the headset next to L and Light randomly throughout November-December. L can’t technically get mad since Matsuda is technically following the rule and he hates it.

- L has to do a double take every time Matsuda says something smart.

- “This is the same man who played Mariah Carey on November 1st, what do you mean he- it’s definitely a clone. There’s no other explanation”

- L randomly yells out to every happy whatever holiday it is because he forgets what everyone celebrates because he knows too many holidays.

- It’s the only way he keeps track of what day it is

- L was a show choir kid

- That’s how he is so mobile and flexible and knows how to fight, he was a ✨dancer✨

- He is a bass, but can hit soprano notes

- L can play poker

- L loves pumpkin spice

- L also loves dad jokes. They’re so amazingly bad that Soichiro winces at them. It’s amazing. Misa absolutely loves them.

- On a related note: Soichiro (before the Kira case) absolutely told so many dad jokes that embarrassed Light so much. Light every once in a while will let a dad joke slip because he grew up with them and every time he is so disappointed in himself.

- Light wore a dress one time to prove a point/on a dare. He’s loved dresses since. Soichiro actively bought him the first dress when Light asked for it.

- L is a hot coffee drinker, Light is an iced coffee drinker

- Update: I learned L canonically lets his hot coffee run cold. Still, headcanon applies: he always makes it hot at first and will either drink it so it burns his mouth or it’s cold. No inbetween

- Light has pictures of L on his phone like how some people have pictures of their cats/dogs/kids

- L had an underground fanbase that was so small due to a lack of knowledge and publicity about him. When the Kira case and L went public happened, the fanbase was like “WE LOVED L BEFORE IT WAS COOL!!” And there would be comments and tumblr posts and stuff being like “like if you were here before Kira 😜” and stupid stuff like that like how you know fan bases are.

- Bonus: Light started the fanbase in middle school and he was a very well know L x Reader fic writer, but he kept his identity secret. He wrote fics of every au, had x male, x female, and x nonbinary stories. He was so well known that that he had his own little fanbase

- One day, Light got bored of writing the fics and wasn’t hyperfixated on L anymore so he just randomly stopped and his fans were concerned and worried that L thought he knew to much and got to him

- Light’s online name would be “Moon” because it would be hilarious

- (Somewhat) Related: Light wrote fanfiction in middle school and freshman year

- L proposing to Light, and instead of Light being like “damn it! I wanted to do that first!” Or have any irritation, he just gets the biggest smile plastered on his face as he looks at the ring on his finger, a complete loss for words

- L can pole dance (respectfully clothed thank you very much) because he wanted to spite a teacher in highschool

-fuck it, L has a ton of random hobbies that make no sense and half the time he has a story behind it

- he can play drums and guitar and a little piano, but can’t play a flute and it will always anger him because he knows he has the breath support for this, so why can’t he??

#deathnote #lawlight #light yagami #l lawliet #misa amane #touta matsuda #headcanon #death note headcanons #Light would be a fanfic writer in middle school you can’t change my mind!

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moxie-girl · 27 days

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um ok Strawhats Star Wars au (think like clone wars era-ish) where they’re all space pirates…

- Luffy is a force-sensitive Mandalorian foundling from a covert of True Mandalorians hiding bc the New Mandalorians currently control the planet (Shanks is his buir btw) (he’s standard human …?)

- Zoro is a former Jedi youngling who left after his crèche-mate and best friend Kuina died, he fights with two of his own lightsabers as well as Kuina’s white saber (he’s an oni-like species)

- Nami used to work for a group of bounty hunters/spice runners from an aquatic planet and was picked up by them after they took a bounty out for Bell-mere (she’s half aquatic species, half human, so Arlong’s crew like her even less…)

- Usopp is another Mandalorian from Luffy’s covert and a sniper who’s skilled with any weapon, but especially an energy slingshot he modified from an energy crossbow (he’s a near-human species notable for their long noses)

- Sanji is a modified clone who escaped from the cloning facilities as a kid, his siblings are an enhanced special ops team (think bad batch) and the rest of the clone army look pretty normal (black hair, no curly brows- those are a sign of enhancements) so most people don’t clock him as a clone at first

I’ll figure out the others later…

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salmonight · 4 months

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Fentonic 2024 - A February Danny Phantom, Art/Writing Monthly Prompt

Heya fellas! As I seen February did not have a monthly prompt yet for DP so I created one just for the kick of it! I made on for MLB with a very specific theme last October and I enjoyed it a lot so i thought i'd create another one, this time for DP as am mainly drawing for this fandom these days.

This challenge/prompt can be taken as a pure DP or a DC x DP (Batpham) one. If u wanna spice it up? You can even mix in other fandoms too! Go wild!

This challenge/prompt can be taken as both an art or a writing one, whichever you'd prefer. I tried to make it so all days can be both drawn and written with the given prompts (at least one of the two). Hope i managed it well enough.

As February is mainly know for Valentine's it will contain a few romatic prompts but most can be taken as platonic. For those not comfortable with writing or drawing romance: feel free to leave out that half of the prompt or even skip that day, no pressure.

Also let's not forget about the other half of it: winter. So stuff associated with it like cold, hot drinks, winter sports and more-

Prompts:

Day 1: Hibernation / Curse

Day 2: Locked out / Childhood friends AU

Day 3: A deadly accident / Snowboard

Day 4: Morning routine / Claws

Day 5: Soulmates AU / Torn paper

Day 6: Smug / Cupid's bow

Day 7: Cooking together / Roses

Day 8: Flirting / Viral

Day 9: Cuddling / Cape

Day 10: Holding hands / Love letter

Day 11: Chaos / Plushy

Day 12: Enemies to lovers / Love song

Day 13: Magical girl transformation / Hair dryer

Day 14: Snow storm / Dry

Day 15: Fur & fluff / Fireplace

Day 16: Failed confession / Ink blots

Day 17: Melting / Shackles

Day 18: Injury / Hot chocolate

Day 19: Mourning / Hug

Day 20: Stardust / Candies

Day 21: Timeloop / Scalpel

Day 22: Symbiosis / Cabin in the woods

Day 23: Love at first sight / Scarves

Day 24: Sleepy / Pink ribbon

Day 25: Skiing / Snowflakes

Day 26: Solitude / Mask

Day 27: Clothing swap / Clone

Day 28: Unexpected / Snack

Day 29: Sunset / Ice sculpture

Ao3 page: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/fentonic_2024

Hope you guys will enjoy this little challenge I made! Cheers!

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rarijackistheshit · 8 months

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True love and OTP is all and well.

But isn’t that a bit

BORING?

I mean... Catradora, Scorfuma, Seamista... haven’t we seen it all before? Been there, done that...?

Let's Spice things up. You are all hereby invited to

SHE-RA CRACKSHIP WEEKEND 2023.

Between 8-10 December we* invite you to go WILD with all those "forbidden" relationships

Micha and Hordak in a political marriage turned sincere? Interesting...

The arranged marriage between Huntara and Castaspella? Cool...

Melog and Swiftwind, a love story between species? Spicy!

A huge polyamorous marriage between Horde Primes clones? BRING IT!

Not sure if your suggested pairing is crack or just rare? Don’t hesitate, DO IT! All ships can be crackfics with the right attitude.

Your mind sets the limit. But, for everyone's comfort: a few rules.

Only canon characters. No OCs.

No "established" pairings. This is not the time to hate catradora.

No smut. This is for everyone°. (Hints and innuendos are OK.)

No crossovers. (Aus are allowed and encouraged though.)

Cool idea. Make it work.

For your convenience we have a few suggestive themes. Two different themes for every day, but you can -of course- combine them or make up your own. Just mark your story/picture/song/video proper.

8 december: How we met? It's actually a rather funny story/Summer Fling

9 december: Love in spite of everyone's hate/Winter Wonderland Romance.

10 december: Forced together by the situation/Wedding of my dreams

Everyone can participate! Just mark your contribution with #sheracrackshipweekend2023 and you're good to go!

*@rarijackistheshit and @baggebythesea . If You have questions, you can ask us.

°Even your 13-year old niece should be able to read and participate without risk. However, should a steamy follow-up story occur on your account... Its not like we can stop you?

#spop #she ra and the princesses of power #she ra #fanfic #she ra fanart #shercrackshipweekend2023

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Round 8 *ding ding ding*

(Final one, I promise)

Fives and "I'm not jealous. I just know the intentions of someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself."

Please and thank you, my love 💚💚💚

@the-bad-batch-baroness

Not Jealous

Summary: Fives doesn't like the businessman you're meeting with.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x Reader

Word Count: 1248

Warnings: Hints of spice near the end

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: Notes about this AU. Reader's family owns a company that is intricately twined with the GAR, to the point where injured clones are "traded" to the company in exchange for their technology. The Clones traded to the company are offered top-notch medical care, full time jobs, paychecks, as well as their own fully furnished apartments. And Echo, after being recovered, was sent to the company for the better medical care as well as better prosthetics.

Divider by Saradika

You absently twirl your pen between your fingers as the heavy silence in your workshop becomes deafening. You keep your gaze locked on Fives, clad in all of his armor, and standing stock still against the wall.

He’s in a foul mood. You don’t need to be a jedi to see that. Though you can’t quite figure out why.

Your Fives is usually so good about communicating with you, so his foul temper is concerning, to say the least.

It’s been a year now, since Fives joined your family's company as your personal bodyguard. Your older brother found him, drugged and rambling, on the lower levels and immediately brought Fives home to receive medical attention.

Once Fives was sober, he spilled the whole story to your father and the rest of the family, and since then the whole company has been doing everything in their power to undermine Palpatine.

It’s not a lot, Palpatine is Emperor in all but name at this point, but death by one thousand papercuts is still death.

Maybe that is what’s bothering him? You muse silently as you flicker your gaze back to your datapad, where you’re currently designing new prosthetics for Echo. It has been a year since his ‘death’ and he hasn’t been able to talk to any of the brothers he was closest to since then.

You feel for him, you do. But he still has a price on his head.

You turn your gaze back to the man you’re in a meeting with. He’s still talking. He didn’t even notice your lapse of attention. Honestly, you don’t even need this man’s business. Your company is wealthy enough without it, but father said you had to play nice, so here you are. Listening to a man crow about his achievements, as though you actually care.

He smiles at you, a grin that he probably thinks is charming but just comes off as smarmy, “Perhaps, my dear, we can continue this conversation without your bodyguard present? Perhaps at dinner?”

“I’m afraid my bodyguard will go where I go.” You reply evenly, your gaze drifting back to your schematics. Maybe Echo would like a radio in his prosthetic arm?

“Of course, giving the state of the galaxy that makes total sense,” The businessman replies with a booming laugh, as though he just told a hilarious joke.

“Just so. If there’s nothing else I do have another appointment I need to get to.”

“Ah, look at me, wasting your time.” He stands, and so do you, and he offers his hand. You take it in a firm grip and he wraps both of his hands around yours, “It was so nice to meet with you. We simply must do this again at some point.”

You flash a closemouthed smile, and, as soon as he’s gone from your workshop you drop back into your seat.

You look up when Fives places his helmet on the table next to you, a scowl on his handsome features, “He’s a pig.”

“Father acts much the same when he’s meeting with other businessmen,” You reply as you turn your chair to look up at him.

“No. He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat.”

You raise your eyebrows, “I didn’t know you were the jealous type, Fives.”

"I'm not jealous. I just know the intentions someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself." Fives counters with a frown.

You sigh, “If you say so then you’re probably right. You’re so much better at reading people than I am.”

“He wants you.” Fives says bluntly, irritation laced through his voice. “He wants you and he wants all of your money and power, and he seems like the type who wouldn’t care how he went about getting it.”

“Then it’s a good thing that I have no interest in meeting up with him anywhere.” You counter, “Especially not alone.” You reach out your arms to him, “Come here, darling.”

Fives chuckles and walks over to you. He sets his hands on the back of your chair and leans in so he’s looming over you, “You know you could have just stood up and walked over to me.” He says, his voice warm.

You lean up and press a kiss against his jaw, “Why would I do that?”

“Spoiled.” Fives chides with a small grin. He releases the back of your chair, and effortlessly lifts you from the chair to sit on the table, “There. Now I don’t have to lean down so much.”

“Now who’s spoiled?” You tease.

“Hey, you try leaning over like that while wearing 36 kilos (80 lbs) of armor.” He taps the inside of your knee with a light finger, and you spread your legs so he can stand between them.

“So what you’re saying is that you want me to design lighter armor for you?” You ask, already eyeing his chest piece speculatively.

He taps your nose, twice, “You need to stay in your lane, cyare. You design prosthetics. Leave the armor design to your twin.”

You wrap your arms around his waist, “I could so design armor if I wanted to.”

“Of course you could,” Fives soothes as he drapes his arms over your shoulders, “But you’re in the process of designing prosthetics for my twin, and I’d like you to continue focusing on that.”

“Oh, yeah.” You grab your datapad and flip it so he can look at it, “Ta-dah! Echo’s arm prosthetic. I left a scomp in the arm, because it’s useful.”

“Matte materials?”

“No reflecting light.” You say cheerfully, “I’m considering adding a radio into his arm, so he can listen to music.”

“He wouldn’t want that.” Fives replies dryly.

“...how about a small comm?”

“That would be useful.” He leans in and kisses the tip of your nose, “What about his legs?”

“I’m still working on them. But they’ll be the same material as his arm.” You reply as you set the datapad aside, “Once he’s out of surgery, you’ll be able to talk to him.”

Something warm and wistful crosses his face, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I wouldn’t keep you from your twin brother anymore than you would keep me from my twin sister.” You kiss him quickly, “I know you missed him.”

“...I left him-”

“Maybe so,” You say gently, “But Fives, he’s alive. Focus on that for the moment.”

“You’re terrible at comforting.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He chuckles and bumps his forehead against yours, his eyes closing, “Do you have another meeting today, cyare?”

“I’m meeting with you.”

He laughs, and kisses you gently, “You’re impossible.”

“I was worried because you seemed grumpy.” You mumble, “So I cleared my schedule to spend time with you.” Embarrassment heats your face.

Fives blinks, and then he crashes his lips against yours, “I love you so much.” He breathes against your lips.

“Love you too.” You reply with a happy sigh.

“Is the office door locked?” Fives asks as his hand slides under the sides of your shirt.

You reach behind you and press a button on your desk that allows the door to lock, “It is now.”

“My good cyar’ika, always so obedient.” Fives purrs against your lips. “That deserves a reward, don’t you think?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the look on his face, “Yes, please.” you whisper.

Fives laughs just before his lips catch yours and he leans you back over the desk.

#star wars #tcw #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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thecoffeelorian · 2 months

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Red Flags (Crosshair x Reader)

Premise: …If Lucasfilm really is taking the Fanboys’ Way Out (FWO) and un-aliving everybody, this can be canon instead. In any case, this is the official sequel to Understanding, and I'm going to do my best to see it through to a somewhat less abrupt end.

Story Notes/Warnings: All right, Lucasfilm...*sigh* ...Since you've more or less told me with your whole chest that Crosshair is perfectly healthy despite a lump in his head; visual sensitivity to light; growing hand tremors and an inability to shoot, so the only treatment he really needs is the Morality 101 class rather than going straight to emergency care...

...And that AZI-3 is now needed for absolutely nothing regarding the Clone Troopers in general, since Captain Rex totally overreacted about how dangerous the inhibitor chips were and probably even Wrecker would have just grown out of it after an hour...this is now classified as a Canon Divergent/No Retconning AU, because as an autistic woman, it's easier for me to function when the rules don't keep getting rewritten and I'm able to finish what I start in peace.

Warnings: ...Basically all of Crosshair's health issues in the whole series, because why leave so much as a single stone unturned?

Special Notes: I'll be going straight back to my longfics after this, and I really hope nobody expects me to just drop them and/or start over from scratch, because you might be disappointed there. 😅 Also, the header was made by @stars-n-spice.

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🍽 "eat up" is really the only blessing needed for this meal, as Omega is looking a little ashen and Crosshair is pretty much a dead man walking. It's better that they get started ahead of you anyway, as you're not exactly the type of host that neglects guests on purpose.

🍽 once each of them picks up their respective spoons, however, that's when things take a slight turn for the worse.

🍽 not only does Crosshair's hand shake something terrible, but whatever first taste he hoped to get today spills out onto the table long before he can even bring it to his mouth.

🍽 he answers this accident with a very loud curse word, a thing you would normally hear in the shipyards beyond your house, but not so much in the town.

🍽 nevertheless, as you see him grip at his forehead and wince, you're quick to offer him a napkin, as you know for a fact that you'd hate to be embarrassed in front of strangers, too.

🍽 whatever it takes to get this one calmed down.

🍽 thankfully, you're also not the only one paying attention here, because Omega wastes no time in coming over to assist. Meaning, at least in this situation, she's able to steady his hand just enough to get more than one spoonful into him. (Thank the Force.)

🍽 once he's calmed himself down a bit more, those tremors also lessen enough to allow himself to finish eating on his own. This allows Omega to go back and eat as well, especially with Crosshair insisting that no, he doesn't need her to be his nursery droid, please take care of yourself, too.

🍽 as you remind them in your most gentle tone possible, however...you have questions. Questions about where they came from, what they were doing before their escape, and who exactly might notice that they're missing.

🍽 Omega does most of the talking for this stage, though not without a hint of bitterness in her voice when she mentions the name Hemlock. According to her, as you are careful to not let yourself forget, it's almost a certainty that he's responsible for her brother's new 'condition', if not also the literal suffering of hundreds back in the place they call Tantiss.

🍽 at this same time, you hear her continue, he and a few of his former patients might also be the ones that come calling if you all don't leave soon. She mentions an island called Pabu, though she confesses to not knowing the name of the planet it's on. No matter what, though, they'll be trying to track her down and you need to leave soon.

🍽 we will, you're careful to promise her, not wanting to delay any action that could keep the three of you out of harm's way, but you still have a few more questions to ask.

🍽 first, why did the two of you get separated from the others in the first place?

🍽 and second...why does your brother keep gripping his head like that?

🍽 it's only after you ask this final question that Crosshair finally speaks up, the weight of a thousand crimes evident in his brief, three-word answer.

🍽 "It's my fault."

#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #no retconning AU #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb crosshair and omega #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x you #canon divergence #star wars the bad batch #yes i'm freezing time in a bottle why do you ask?#the mountain goes or i do #tbb: red flags #bullet fic #the bad batch season 3 #tbb: the surprise guest series

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dragonsandwolvesohmy · 7 months

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Okay, I'm compiling fics in one place, because I know my memory and I will forget shit and end up on a three-hour search for things again and it's just... Lost fics will also be here for when I find them.

Note: these summaries are actually the little pieces that I remember them by, so... not terribly accurate. Be warned.

The one with Argicorps member Obi and the potato sprouts: Put your empty hands in mine by K_R_Closson.

The one with Jango meeting Obi during Melida/Daan and being the one that brings him into the Mandalorian world: Stewjoni Traits. by TessaVance.

The one where Cody and Senator Obi end up together and meet Nield and Cerasi from MeliDaan: A Heart's Revolution by thevalesofanduin.

The one where female Obi gets married to Jango after their both held captive and she hides things in her hair: The Mandalorian Entanglement by InvisibleSilence.

The one where there's bird people and Fem!Obi attracts the attention of the queen: The Path of Rain by sirladyknight.

The one where Stewjon people leave unwanted children at the edge of a forest:

The one with an SI/OC that goes 'Nope!' every time they see Krell: An Ocean of Paths and Links by Maginary.

The one where Obi was married to Jango, ran away but was brought back years later with Anakin: The Dragon King by Shelaar (JonathanAnubian).

The one with the flowers: The Brute Divine by catboydogma.

The one where Obi is a medic and still falls in love with Cody: We’ll Meet Again by little_dumpling.

The three with Jango and courting via knife sheath: Kal'Koora by MusicSoul1982. Sheath and Dagger by Llamaal. Mandalorian Courtship by Lyricalvillain.

The one where Galidraan goes differently and a Jedi helps Mandos find Jango in a spice freighter/The one where Jedi help a group of Mando children stuck in comas: Defying Expectations by Thunder_and_Tea.

The one where the clones get mass adopted by Mandalorians: You Could Be My Luck (Safe and Sound) by SkybreakPrime.

That one with Mandalorian Obi kicking ass and taking names with a pet strill: Strangers Like Me by K_R_Closson.

The one where time-traveling Obi calls Jaster to help with Melid/Daan: Who you are today (is not who you have to be tomorrow) by wildimaginingsofhalfbakedideas

The one where Krell was captured on Umbara and put in a cell for wanting to be a Sith: Just this once, captain, everyone lives.

The one with the Kasava fruit: patron saint by spqr.

The one where Jaster shows up in the halls of healing to see padawan Obi/The one where Obi saves Depa from a holocron: The Star (-17) by handdrawnisopach.

The one where Obi becomes padawan to a wookie and there's a holocron of his father: No Absolutes by Eff_Dragonkiller.

The one with the doors depicting battles: Unintended Consequences by sparkly_seagull. and The Slave's Gambit by bgyeetusthefetus.

Fics about Jedi braids and beads:

Where Obi gets beads from everyone who loves him: You Are Wanted Obi-Wan Kenobi by Allwalkfree

Where he's adopted into a family of librarians: The Librarian’s Padawan by Mithril_and_Acorns (Feemor!!!)

With the Beskar bread from Feemor: Of Crechemasters and Archivists and Outtakes by Mithril_and_Acorns

Defying Expectations has a part about beads too.

Guard Feemor fics: list

The one where fem!Obi-Wan goes back all sneaky like to a compound where she was held prisoner: Ner Mesh'la Cyar'ika by wearethewitches.

The one where Jaster goes 'I have your kid- oh, wait, no! fuck! I meant we found your baby Jedi!': Buir by SkybreakPrime.

The one with time traveling Obi painting his beskar 212 gold/orange: (and now I lay myself down) and hope I wake up young again by cjwritesfanficnow

The one with the fanfic writing clone: Clone Company Companion by therehavebeenworsenames.

The AU with the unintentional Jedi shrine and safe place: they're neutral by deniigiq.

The one where Obi-Wan adopts all the clones. It's Buir Obi-Wan: He Let the Bounty Hunter Go by Lemonsunset

The one with post-war clone happiness/establishing their lives: Post here.

The one where Obi-wan and Jaster steal Bacta Robin Hood-style, making it more affordable by printing the code to make it across the internet: The Gift by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal).

That one with the cave in where Obi-Wan rescued padawans from the corps: To Be Free Once More (That's Worth Fighting For) by Batsutousai

That fic where Obi-Wan, Quinlan and Bruck get trapped in a mediation with Sifo-Dyas before Obi-Wan brings them out: The Temple by me_again.

The one where Young Obi-Wan is sold to a spice frieghter instead of the deep sea mines, meets Jango there and they become family: Mand'alor bal Kaysh Vod'ika (The Mand'alor and His Brother) by sometimes_i_right

The one where young Obi-wan and Quinlan have a force bond, and can feel baby Maul through the force, and call him 'brother in the dark': The Temple by me_again.

That one with dualsex Obi, who was previously with Quinlan who wasn't attracted to his 'feminine parts': When You Say Nothing, You Miss the Understanding by MusicSoul1982

When Plo Koon has both the knife and gift in his hands (metaphorically): A Mandalorian Guide on How To Save the Jedi in Just Three Easy Steps by miyaji_08

The one with the mouse droids who go after ankles: Mando'jekai jedi by Anonymous.

#fic recs #lost fic #found fic #star wars #star wars prequels #codywan #jangobi #jedi culture #jedi braids and beads #padawan braid

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sunshinesdaydream · 8 months

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The Power of Love Part Three

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader (She/They) AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: Hardcase is tormented by his brothers, who love him dearly. Reader is harassed by Isa, who loves them dearly. Beginning fluff of "second date" Content Warning: None that I can think of. Word Count: 2375

Link to Playlist I use for this AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part3

Note: I broke down and made the decision to cut this before we get to the spice. So have some pre-spice fluff to hold you over until the spice in the next part.

-Credit for dividers goes to @freesia-writes and the clone trooper helmets @lornaka -End graphic credit to @tcwmatchmakingau for the reward for completing a request. -Title image by me

“I want EVERY DETAIL!” Isa insists the second you enter the sunny lobby, where she was waiting for you.

“I don’t, just my pastry, please” Greatheart says, joining you.

“And your caf?” As You hold up the cup.

“Yes, thank you,” he says, taking the cup so you can fish his treat out of the bag you carried.

“Heart, aren’t you curious?” Isa asks.

Greatheart hums as he looks in the bag you had handed him,“You happy, vod’ika?”

“Very,” you answer, honestly.

He nods, kisses your cheek, and heads back to his desk, “tell him if he hurts you I know where he sleeps,”

“Now can we go to my office so I can make you spill?” Isa asks, dragging you back to her office.

As soon as the door closes behind her she starts, “what happened last night, what did he say, what did you say, oh! Why did he com this morning?”

“Can I at least sit down first?” You complain. “I’ve been working all day,”

“Fine, sit!” Isa motions to the chairs by the window and takes her cup of tea from the carrier in your hand.

You collapse onto one of the chairs, her own fault if it needs cleaning after you sit on it on your work coveralls were covered in warehouse dust.

“So?” She asks, sitting in the other chair and all but bouncing.

“I don’t know, where do you want me to start?” You ask.

“This morning, no, last night” she says,”no, this morning. For sure”

You take a deep breath and start in, knowing Isa was going to actually scream with joy. She should have been a romance writer.

Hardcase flipped his com messages up on his HUD, grateful to whatever slicer Rex had working for him. He had sent you messages throughout the day, asking about your day and little things about his. Jokes and ideas of “adventures” to go on. He grinned everytime his com pinged, knowing it was you.

‘Rex just showed up, half of the guys almost had anxiety attacks.’

‘Yeah, that happens before people know him.’

‘Out of curiosity has anyone actually asked him to autograph their helmet?’

‘Wow, I don’t think so. Rex would melt through the floor on the spot. If Fives or Cody finds out he is never going to hear the end of it.’

‘I didn’t tell him about the weird requisitions…yet’

‘Or the explosives?’

‘I don’t know what you are talking about.’

It worked until he was off patrol and couldn’t get away with wearing his helmet. There was no way to disguise messaging without it. Realistically he could only head to the ‘fresher so many times before Kix became concerned. So Hardcase began messaging with Thrill, a corrie friend, along with drawing to cover the messages for a bit with the plan of messaging Wrecker next.

If his brothers thought he was getting messages and they couldn’t see them, they would try to figure out why.

Unfortunately they were all “on call” tonight. He was stuck in the barracks with his brothers, who also were stuck there. And bored.

“Case, haven’t they called you yet?” Fives asked, hanging upside down on his bunk.

“Nope” he answered, then sent a message to you.

Fives is asking if I got a call yet.

Do you need one? I can call Isa 😉

“Don’t worry, sometimes it takes a while,” Fives said, trying to be encouraging.

“Hmm,” Hardcase hummed, his attention already split between deciding what he could draw and answering you.

“Let’s go to the training room!” Jesse said.

“You always want to go to the training room,” Tup complained.

“‘Case has been in some kind of funk since the incident and I’m trying to get him out of it,” Jesse explained.

“No, you just want an excuse to try to beat someone at sparring,” Dogma interjected, “why don’t you go get Rex so he can put you in your place again?”

Hardcase wrinkled his nose, “incident?” He asked.

“Yeah with, you know, Kia,” Jesse said.

“Honestly, I hadn't even thought about her,” he answered, truthfully.

“Then what’s up with you?” Jesse asked.

“What I told you guys after,” Hardcase shrugged, drawing the first lines of a new design. Sunbursts and swirling lines.

“Yeah, but you’ve been even more weird today,” Fives pointed out.

“He didn’t take his bucket off all day,” Dogma added. “Also, less pacing,”

Hardcase frowned, having been paired with Dogma today had been not his ideal partner. Even if he did love his brother very much, their “defects” didn’t mix well all the time. Also, he was the most likely to notice a difference in his behavior. “The guard keeps theirs on all the time, and my pacing annoys you so I try to keep it at a minimum around you. Next time I’ll just do it anyways,”

“Maybe he’s just anxious to get his call,” Echo pointed out.

“Na, he won’t make it. He’s totally going to pick up a battalion bunny when we go to 79’s” Jesse said.

“Wow, little faith in our vod!” Tup said.

“Twenty credits says he won’t make it until he gets a match,” Fives said.

“I’m in,” Tup said.

“You’re betting on this?” Hardcase said in disbelief.

“We doing a pool?” Jesse asked, ignoring Hardcase.

“Yes, twenty says he won’t,” Echo said.

“I’m in,” Dogma said, quietly. “He’ll wait. You underestimate how stubborn he is”

“Another twenty he won’t”Kix said.

“I love how you guys are talking about me like I’m not here!” Hardcase yelled.

“What is going on?” Rex asked, entering the room. His eyes went immediately to Hardcase.

“We are taking bets if Hardcase will be able to make it through a night at 79’s without picking up a battalion bunny,”Fives said.

Rex was watching Hardcase, “Premature isn’t it? We have three more days and he could still be matched before then and off on a date, not even at 79’s”

“Still on, what’s the chances he’ll get a call in the next three days?” Fives shrugged.

“Pretty good, I would say,” Rex said. “I’m in.”

“Wait you are betting that he won’t go home with someone he picks up at 79’s?”Jesse asked.

“No, I’m betting he will be matched before we go,” Rex said.

“Yeah, no way he gets matched faster than me!”, Fives said. “Standard week, atleast,”

“New bet,”Jesse said, “how long will it take him to be matched!”

Hardcase thought about that for a minute. Rex and he had inside knowledge that the others didn’t have.

“I’m in,” he said, in the midst of the chatter. Rex grinned.

Rex thankfully paired him with Tup the next day and had already clued Tup in. Good thing too, because he was nearly ready to actually bounce off the walls. He had info dumped everything he knew about you and the entirety of your date to Tup.

“You okay?” Tup asked. “Didn’t you go for your run this morning? Forgot your meds? I still have the extra that Kix asked me to carry for you.”

“Yes and no, didn’t forget this time. Have my backups with me too. Just,” Hardcase made a general motion. “Impatient,”

‘Just got to work’

Hardcase switched his internal coms over so he could answer voice to text without Tup overhearing.

“And I lost him again,”Tup said as Hardcase sent the message.

‘Patrol, annoying Tup. That’s an accomplishment.’

Then he switched back over, “didn’t lose me, Tup,”

“You sure Dogma didn’t catch on yesterday?”Tup asked.

“Yeah, he just thought I was spacing out,”Hardcase answered. “I’m good at the multitasking, vod,”

“I know, I know,”Tup answered. “Just, you need to calm down, you are practically vibrating”

“Trying, but,” he shook his head. “Just this is so different,”

“It is,” Tup agreed. “But we have to finish patrol and you have to put on a good act that you are going to be staying in the barracks while everyone else goes,”

“They are going to be so busy getting out they aren’t going to pay attention to me,”Hardcase answered.

He was wrong.

“Get a message yet, ‘case?” Echo asked as he was getting dressed.

“Not the one you are asking about,” he answered.

“So, staying in tonight?” Fives asked.

Hardcase shrugged, “might go get a pizza and see a holofilm,”

“Let it go,” Dogma snapped, annoyed. “You aren’t funny,”

“I am hilarious,” Fives said.

“Only in your own head, Fives,” Rex said from the doorway. “Everyone back here by 1300 Centaxday. Stragglers get to give the droids a break from cleaning the ‘freshers for a week,”

Since Rex was in civis and had snarked at Fives first they took the liberty to grumble about it, which he ignored.

He headed towards Hardcase’s bunk, sitting on the end.

“You going to be okay?” He asked.

Hardcase nodded, “gonna go see a holofilm,” he answered, focused on his drawing.

“We’re trying to talk him into meeting us for lunch,”Tup said,indicating himself and his partner.

“Why don’t you ever invite us?” Fives asked.

“Do you really need an answer?” Dogma asks, then directs towards Hardcase, “I was going to see if he wanted some company on his morning runs,”

This hit Hardcase hard, running was one of the few things they could do together that didn’t cause extra anxiety for either or both of them.

“Thanks, Dogma,” he smiled at his brother. Dogma gave a small smile and nod back.

“We’ll, if you need me, you have my com” Rex said, standing.

You are leaving work as you get the message from Hardcase saying he can leave in about an hour. You are so excited to see him you tell him that it would be great and you couldn’t wait to see him. Completely forgetting that afternoon commute from work is half an hour. You realize this as you arrive at your apartment.

Getting home you get a quick shower. While you are looking for something to wear you get a message from Isa.

‘Stop over thinking this. It is pizza and a movie. Maybe more? Regardless, ask him to stay the night and wear your cute comfy clothes. LOVE YOU!!!’

“Kriffing force sensitive best friends” you mutter as you pull on some soft clothing.

As you were leaving your bedroom your com chimed. He was here and waiting to be let into the building.

When you opened the door you are immediately swept up in a kiss, him holding you with one arm and your feet off the floor as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck with a squeak of surprise. He pulls back just enough, chuckling, to say against your lips “hello, babe,” before kissing you again.

Still holding you, he steps fully into your apartment so the door slides shut and holds up the bag he had in his other hand.

“Ice cream!” He grins.

“Yum!” You say, kissing his cheek,”I was about to make pizza,”

“Can I help?” He asks.

You nod, “if you put me down I can put the ice cream away so it doesn’t melt,”

“I got it,” he says as he starts to move in the direction of the kitchen area.

Your eyes widen and you wrap your legs around him and hold tighter, even though you know he definitely could carry you with one arm. He laughs as you do.

Once the ice cream was put away, he wraps both arms around you and buries his face in your neck. The nervous tension you didn’t realize you had been holding on to melts away in his hold. The familiar scent of GAR soap and his citrus cologne surround you. You relaxed your hold on him to stroke the back of his head, getting a soft hum in response.

After several long minutes you eventually say,”Sweetheart. If you put me down so we can make pizza, you can hold on to me as long as you want later,”

“Really?” His voice, muffled by your neck.

“I mean I’ll probably have to go to the bathroom at some point, but yeah,”you laugh, “as long as you want,”

He hums, like he was considering, “all night?”

“If that’s what you want,” you answer.

“What do you want?” He asks, coming out of hiding and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I really want you to stay,” you whisper, “I want to hold onto you all night,”

Hardcase squeezes you in a tighter hug, then sets you on your feet. With a kiss on your cheek he says,”what can I do to help?”

Together you prepare toppings, debating the best, and eventually get the pizza together and into the oven. Singing along to a playlist while you do.

Once the pizza was in the oven, his singing become more of an over dramatic performance. You are giggling when he pulls you in to dance with him.

When he has you nearly collapsing with laughter, he picked you up and set you on the counter as he laughed himself.

“Babe, you are beautiful when you laugh,” he chuckles, “you are beautiful all the time, but especially when you laugh,” If you weren’t so flushed from laughing, you would blush.

The timer went off and he says, “let me get it!” And he went right for the oven.

“Oven mit, Love!” You manage to call out before he reaches in bare handed. You bite your lip, upset at letting the endearment slip that you had been biting back.

“Oh yeah, that would have been bad,”he says, grabbing one nearby and retrieving the pizza from the oven. Then he heads over to where you were still perched on the counter.

He took your hands, weaving his fingers between yours and kisses the back of one gently and murmurs, “Thank you, Cyare”

Then with a grin he says,”come on, this smells really good!”

You settle in together to watch the holofilm the two of you had picked during messages over the previous day. As soon as you finish the pizza he pulls you on his lap, wraps both arms around you, and sets his chin on your shoulder to continue watching the film.

Thanks for reading! Check out more of this AU @tcwmatchmakingau

🖤❤️Love & Wrecker Hugs!❤️🖤

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wild-karrde · 2 years

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This request is for @lune-de-miel-au-paradis and admittedly got a little angsty, but I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT! It did get a little long...

Request: Can I ask for a soft story, maybe with a little spice🙈 I would like to ask for a secret love story. Little hidden touch, stolen kisses, secret meetings. The reader would have some important position or title so it' s forbid.

Howzer/f!Reader, Rating: E (18+ so MINORS SKEEDADDLE - graphic mention of injury, PiV sex)

You sigh, glancing up at the chrono again.

Another twenty minutes. Then I can go enjoy what’s left of my night.

You’d been more than happy to come in to work the medbay on your day off, but then one shift had melted into two when the Deputy Chief Medical Officer had called in sick with whatever was going around, and since seemingly everyone else was suffering from the same ailment, here you were, all alone. Luckily, it was late and the middle of the week with most clone battalions off-planet, so it was unlikely you’d see more than one or two patients. As of now, the medbay was completely empty.

You glance around, wondering what you can clean up or prep for the next shift when you hear the door open, the chime sounding deafening in the silence. You turn to find two figures shuffling towards you, one supporting the other. Your eyes immediately focus on the clone being supported, clearly trying to keep weight off his left leg. He’s got a mohawk and a scar running from the right corner of his mouth and is muttering under his breath.

“I told you, I’m fine. You fuss more than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s almost like having a mother.”

“If you had a mother, I’d probably say something unsavory about how she’d raised you, Chuck.”

“Ah, stow it Howie.”

You freeze at the nickname as you suddenly register who the other clone is just as his amber irises raise to meet yours. Howzer sucks in a breath sharply, and you’re sure he’s inundated with the same memories you are.

His fingers digging into your skin, almost as if he could brand you with his fingerprints. One hand clamped over your mouth as he thrusts into you in your tent, praising you for staying quiet while desperately proclaiming his love for you against your skin. The taste of caf on his tongue and the smell of blaster smoke in his hair.

I love you, you know.

You’d been stationed with his crew as a medic, and the sparks between the two of you had immediately flown. Every shared glance had sent heat licking up your spine, every passing touch pushing electricity into your veins. The first time you’d seen combat together, he’d flung his body over you as you treated one of his men, and you’d felt the blast shake both of you. You’d stared at each other wildly for a moment as the dust and rubble finally stopped raining down around you, and an unspoken invitation passed between the two of you. He’d found his way to your tent that night under the pretense of being treated for a cut above his eye, but the moment you’d had the bandage in place, the two of you had crashed into one another, all teeth and tongue and desperation, and neither of you could tell who’d moved first.

It was obvious that the way you felt about each other extended beyond a physical connection, but you’d made it clear up front that you’d wanted things to remain a secret. You had aspirations of becoming a Chief Medical Officer, but if someone found out about the two of you, there was no way that you would be seen as impartial. You couldn’t have the men around you wondering if you’d prioritize Howzer over everyone else, even the Jedi generals he served alongside, and deep down, you feared for him as well. It was a conflict of interest to be sure, but you couldn’t be certain what repercussions he might face. You’d heard rumors of “non-compliant” clones disappearing for reconditioning, returning as shadows of their former selves, and while you couldn’t find any definitive confirmation, the thought alone was enough to deter you from ever testing that limit. You never told him the second reason, certain he would say that you were being ridiculous and worrying too much, and he was probably right, but that did little to stem the fear.

You’d treasured the moments you did find together. He’d often come find you in your tent late in the evenings, asking about his men that you were treating or checking that you had adequate supplies, but he’d never really leave. There were hours spent talking about nothing that would turn into nights in your tent where no words were spoken at all that would turn into sunrises that you’d watch together before he’d slink back to the barracks. You loved him, and you knew it early. His gentleness and compassion and humor that snuck out of seemingly nowhere made it impossible for you to not fall for him instantly, but you’d held it inside as long as you could until it exploded out of you one night in the middle of sex.

“Howzer… I… fuck… I love you.”

You didn’t realize you’d said it out loud until he stopped, cupping your face and gazing down at you with furrowed brows.

“You… you love me?”

Fear gripped you, fear that you’d ruined it all. It certainly wasn't how you'd wanted to tell him, but as you stared into those golden eyes, you found a hopefulness that melted you, and you realized he was hoping you wouldn’t take the words back. You doubled down.

“I do. I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. And with us doing what we do and the risk that comes with that, I want you to know. I love you, Howzer.”

His eyes glistened and he huffed a laugh before a smile broke out across his face. He pressed his lips against your sweaty forehead, whispering the words back to you against your skin.

“I love you too, you know.”

It was as if the words brought you closer, and suddenly the sex wasn’t close enough. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling his chest to yours as you swallowed every gasp and moan, your fingers scraping across his back and the nape of his neck, almost willing the cells of your bodies to combine. You’d wrenched orgasm after orgasm from each other, those three words echoing on your lips each time.

You were glad you’d said them. However, you still wanted the secrecy, and you could see that it pained him more now, but Howzer would never betray you.

Then came the battle that had ended it all. Things had taken a terrible turn, and wave after wave of soldiers were pouring into the med center you’d set up near the front line. The ground shook with explosions, and you were up to your elbows in blood, none of it your own. You’d triaged and made some of the worst decisions of your life about who to save and who to give the mercy of death. And then you’d heard a shout for a medic, and when you turned, your worst fear was realized.

Howzer was being carried in, blood pouring from wounds on his face where his cheek and chin were mangled. His armor was scorched and damaged, as if a huge beast had clawed and chewed at the plastoid. Red ran across teal paint, and you had to swallow a scream. You raced to his side, requesting vitals and snapping off orders. His head lolled towards you, his eyes struggling to focus until they found yours. A semblance of that smile crossed his face, and he reached for you, rasping out your name, not your title or your surname, something more intimate.

Eyes turned towards you, and that fear that you’d held close to your heart crept through you like a frost in the early morning, settling in your veins. Your mind raced.

If he survives, they may recondition him if someone says something about this. They may lock him away. All because of me.

I can’t let that happen.

Steeling yourself, you plastered a hard glare onto your face, barking out more treatment orders, erasing any trace of your history with each other and making it appear as if you only knew each other in the capacity of “captain” and “medic”. Confusion clouded his features as he reached for you again, only to have you clamp his wrist, firmly pressing it back against his chest before you pressed a syringe to his neck and sedated him. The pain and lack of understanding in his gaze just before his eyes closed almost ripped your heart out right there, but you bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to draw blood as his men carried him past you. You waited until they were five steps away to hustle outside and retch against the side of the med center, finally allowing a solitary sob to escape from your lungs. You held it to only one, frantically wiping at your eyes before exhaling sharply once more and heading back inside.

He’d been saved. You’d stood at his bedside silently during your evening rounds, dead on your feet but so relieved you could cry as you stared at his bandaged face while he slept peacefully.

He’ll live. There's still a chance.

But when he woke, he hadn’t forgotten the way you’d treated him in that frantic moment. A few days later, he’d left the tent without a word to you, and when you’d sprinted to catch up with him, he’d been cold. Finally, you caught him and yanked him into an empty gunship.

“What the kriff is happening?” you’d asked. "Why won't you talk to me? You won't even look at me."

“I understand why you withdrew from me,” he said evenly, not even bothering to remove his helmet. Somehow, the vocoder made his voice even more unfeeling, and it wrenched your stomach.

“I don’t think you do,” you tried to counter, but he held up his hand.

“Don’t worry. The good news is that there are millions that share my face. I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding an undamaged one.” And with that, he’d left you standing there, mouth hanging open in shock. You sank to your knees and sobbed.

He’d kept his distance after that, not giving you another opportunity to explain, and after a while, you had to accept his choice. You’d requested a transfer and left without a goodbye.

That had been a few months ago. Back on Coruscant, you’d managed to get your promotion to the position of Chief Medical Officer, which was the main reason you were on this shift rather than anyone else, but right now, you wished for it to be anyone else in the galaxy standing here staring at Captain Howzer and his injured friend.

You blinked rapidly. “What happened, trooper?” you ask the other clone.

“He tripped and fell. Injured his knee,” Howzer replies, emotionless. You glance at him before looking back at the other clone.

“Chuck, I need to hear it from you.” Howzer snorts but says nothing.

The clone in magenta and grey armor huffs in frustration. “Howie doesn’t want you to know that I tripped and fell while trying to do a backflip off of a speeder. To be fair, if I’d stuck the landing, I would have won twenty credits.”

Howzer rolled his eyes, but you can see a hint of a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Your eyes drift to the pink web of scars that now cover his cheek and chin, and he sees it, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Where do you want me to put him?”

You feel the heat of embarrassment creep across your features as you wordlessly motion to the closest bed. Howzer helps Chuck hobble over to it, easing him back against the pillows before carefully lifting his injured leg up onto the cot. You gently prod it before getting the scanner.

“No worries, Chuck," you reassure the clone. "It’s just a twist. I’ll give you a shot of bacta for the swelling. You should stay off it tonight and get some sleep here, but you should be good to go back to the barracks first thing tomorrow morning. Just no more backflips, ok?”

Chuck gives you a lopsided grin, the scar on his face pulling taught. "No promises, Doc."

The door behind you chimes, and you see the medic who’s on the next shift coming into view. They come up to you, and you fill them in on Chuck’s status, being careful to leave out the exact details of how he sustained the injury. As you’re wrapping up the brief, you see a flash of teal exiting the front doors, and after bidding Chuck and the new medic a hasty goodbye, you walk quickly after it.

He hasn’t gotten far, his silhouette still easily recognizable to you as he walks towards the barracks.

“Howzer!”

He doesn’t turn. You curse under your breath before running up behind him, gripping his arm firmly and spinning him to face you. If you didn’t know him, you’d mistake his expression for his indifference, but his eyes give him away. They’re burning into you, but you don’t flinch from the heat.

“That all I’m going to get after a few months without seeing you?” you ask, and you internally cringe at your lack of preparation for this moment.

“You’re the one who set the precedent of leaving without a goodbye.”

The blow lands, and you almost wish he’d punched you in the gut instead, but you recover. “Didn’t seem like there was much of a point when you weren’t going to listen to what I had to say anyway.”

He’s studying you now, and you’re not sure if he’s finding his own words or waiting for you to go on. You don’t wait to find out.

“You know I still loved you, right? That never stopped. I wanted to keep you safe, Howzer.”

He scoffed. “You couldn’t get away from me fast enough when this happened.” He taps his scarred cheek, and you blink rapidly to clear the memory of his bloodied face from your mind.

“You were reaching for me and speaking to me like we were more than just a captain and medic, and I couldn’t let people find out about us.”

“Because of your career aspirations. Glad I didn’t stand in the way of that. Congrats on the promotion to Chief by the way.” His tone is searing.

You feel frustration well up within you, an anger that had slowly built the last few months, and finally the source stood in front of you. You explode.

“You think I don’t hear the rumors, Howzer? Of what happens to clones that aren’t perfect little soldiers that only do what they’re told? You think I was going to allow you to risk yourself over me? You think I could live with the fact that you’d have been reconditioned or disappeared into some cell or worse because of me? After you’ve already given so much of yourself? If that’s what you think, then you never really knew me at all.” You’re angry, but your hand still reaches up to touch the scar on his cheek. He recoils and your heart sinks. You cradle your hand to your chest as if he’d burned you. “I never stopped loving you,” you whisper, not sure if he can hear, and not sure if you care.

The silence hangs between you, stretching with the seconds. You need him to make the next move, whatever it is.

You finally allow your gaze to drop to your feet, unable to look at him anymore. After a few minutes, his boots appear in front of you and fingers slip under your chin, pulling your face back up to his. You feel the hot sting of tears in your eyes as you find the gentleness in his eyes that you’d dreamt about since you’d left, the one you’d told yourself was gone.

“I never stopped either,” he whispered. “I just… I didn’t think… I spent so much time trying to protect you and my brothers, I never thought that you’d try to protect me.”

“That’s what you do for people you love,” you croak.

His fingers trace your brow before his palm rests against your cheek, and you turn into it, relishing in its warmth. Your breath stutters in your throat as you close your eyes, almost afraid to open them and find yourself in your own bed alone. You shudder as you feel his other arm wrap around you, pulling you to his chest. His breath fans across your ear as he whispers to you.

“I'm so sorry. I never stopped either,” he repeats.

You pull back to study his features, and his eyes are glistening, but he smiles, his thumb stroking away one of the tears that breaks free of your eye, tracing down your cheek.

“Don’t think I could if I tried,” he whispers.

“Then don’t.” You pull him into the shadows of the barracks, and the kiss you share is just as desperate as the first one in that tent all that time ago.

You’re not sure how many steps it takes for him to lead you to his private quarters within the barracks, and you’re certain you won’t find your way back out without assistance, but in the blink of an eye, the door is hissing shut behind you and he’s locking it before pinning you against the wall, his gloved palms resting on your hips. You’re working at his armor, your fingers easily finding the clips you’d released a hundred times with practiced ease. You can still taste the caf on his tongue, and you almost giggle at the familiarity of it all until his thigh slots between your legs, drawing a moan from you instead.

He easily undoes the zipper for your jumpsuit, sliding it past your shoulders. You’re not sure when his gloves came off, but the familiar callouses on his palms scrape across your skin deliciously as he pulls you towards his bunk. You’ve gotten most of his kit off at this point, and your fingers trace his muscles, still so clearly defined under the black fabric of his undersuit. You find the hem of his shirt, yanking it up and over his head as he slots himself between your legs again, gently cradling your head as he kisses you with renewed fervor. He grinds against you and you arch into his touch.

You both come up for air at the same time, pausing with your bare chests heaving and pressed against each other, panting as you rest your foreheads together. You finally reach up and touch the scar on the side of his face, and he leans into your touch this time, closing his eyes.

“Missed you,” you whisper.

His eyes snap open, and he grins, leaning forward and placing a much more gentle kiss to your lips.

“I love you, you know,” he mumbles against your mouth.

“Good,” you tease. “And don’t you forget it, Howie.”

He rolls his eyes at the nickname, but his hands are already drifting down to pull the thin blanket over the two of you, kicking his pants off. You feel the heat between your legs grow.

"Yeah, Chuck's a bit of a problem child," he jokes casually.

You huff in mock hurt. "I thought I was the only one to get to call you that, and even then, only in secret." You feel him nudge against your entrance, the blunt head of his cock hot against you, and you dig your heels into his back to urge him on. He chuckles against your throat before slowly sinking into you.

"You can call me whatever you want, as long as I'm yours."

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Star Wars AU Masterlist: Time-Travel

So, it turns out tumblr has a Maximum number of links you can have on one post… and I hit that limit. Several times. So… multiple masterlists.

Main Masterlist

Currently this list is separated into:

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs masterlist

Jangosoka

Ahsoka-focused

Disaster Trio (one or more, exclusing Ahsoka solos or Vader solos)

Original Trilogy cast

Other

Time Travel AUs in the Wider AUs or Big League posts:

* Fake Spontaneous Training Bond

Uncle Ben and Little Luke

* Sandstorm Verse

* Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad-Shaped

* Anakin and the Jedi Babies

* Rex and Anakin Raise a Family

Commander Buir: an excuse to let Cody be dad-shaped

* Dimension Hopping to an Omegaverse

Fake Sith TCW Trio (7.5k words)

Ghost Vader Shows Up To Help

Time-Travel Bosoka AU

The King the Soldier and the Spy

Parole Officer Fulcrum Steals Three Million Babies

Jangosoka

Fett and Fulcrum

Crack Ship Ahoy: Jango/Ahsoka

* Sugar, Spice, and a Heart to Entice (4.7k words)

Rex Cockblocks Jangosoka (it’s more depressing than it sounds)

Accidental Mand’alor Ahsoka

Jangosoka scarring Obi-Wan for life

Go away, Skyguy!

Something that’s... approaching analysis

The nature of time-travelers and Jango

Jango gets catapulted to “The Book of Boba Fett” and refuses to believe that Boba is Boba, so Ahsoka gets involved

Ahsoka

Ezra and Fulcrum’s Wacky Adventure

Rex and Ahsoka are two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Breaking into Kamino

The Girl Who Died at Mortis

Ahsoka/Depa ft. jealous Bo-Katan and jealous Jango

Naming Conventions for time-traveler Ahsoka

Ahsoka’s Terracotta Army, which is honestly mostly @epicmusic42 and @graylinesspam - A wee addendum - New Mando Archaeologist

Disaster Trio (non Ahsoka-solos)

A Knight, a Padawan, a Captain... and Boba, tagged as “Boba and the Torrents”

Obi-Wan adopts Jango by accident - Obi-Wan even lectures Jaster

The Future Assistant Dooku Didn’t Ask For

Are you done talking yet? (now with ficlet by @nevertheless-moving)

Obi-Wan and Anakin as twins

The Nature of Time-Travel Romance (absolutely sucks for you)

My Obi! AU - Addendum

Obitine + Baby Anakin

Inconvenient Crushes - Arguments with Adult Obi

Jaster/Obi

Faustian AU: Anakin and Ahsoka go from TCW Mortis Ep. to TPM-era Kamino, and somehow become the AI that controls Tipoca city

Other Prequels/TCW Travelers

Time-Traveled Clones Give Anakin a Mental Breakdown

Time Travel to Release the Zillo Beast

Bo-Katan is here to ruin fix change everything

Conservation of souls retroactive clone eggs, Thumbelina/Momotaro/Kaguya style

Padme dies and wakes up fourteen again, goes for Sidious’s throat

12yo Shmi Skywalker, with memories of the next 35 years, hijacks a ship and finds Obi-Wan’s parents (one of whom is pregnant)

Cryo Kix wakes up, spends two weeks in the ST, and then falls backwards into TCW

Time-traveler Dooku (trying not to be evil, this time), mostly by @epicmusic42)

Dooku, who is older than Palpatine, travels back far enough that he can grab Young Palpatine for the Temple before Plagueis gets him

Dooku gets punted back to Galidraan. So does Jango.

Vader

Fox and Vader’s Excellent Incredibly Stupid and Homicidal Adventure

Future Emotions AU

Anon suggests Vader shows up in that short period between Amidala’s election as Queen and Palpatine’s election as Chancellor

Why we love Vader time travel fics

Vader and baby Anakin body swap through time

Vader time travels to be baby Anakin again, goes full vegetarian

Another Vader time travel (along with links to a misskirby au that is no longer available on her now-defunct blog)

DarthFett, possibly body swap

The one where Darth Vader travels back in time as a Kitten

Vader Swears Loyalty to a Clone Toddler - With fic on AO3 written by @delightedlymisinformed

Vader lands on Rattatak

Baby Vader (Raised a Sith, mental time-travel) finds padawan Obi-Wan for Help (also Maul is there) - Maul is also an uncle for the Twins

Original Trilogy Cast

Time Travel ft. Leia and Vader

Han & Boba bumped to pre-TCW - Addendum - There’s more now

Luke Collects Last Names

Luke brings a porg

Ghost Aunt Leia

Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno - Addendum

Leia/Jango (Concord Dawn & Alderaan destruction comparison)

Time-traveled Boba, also this

Han shows up in pre-TPM, accidentally starts Being Dad at his pint-sized father-in-law

Fulcrum is how the twins know their pragmatism was justified even by pre-war standards

Somewhat Estranged ST-era HanLeia and pre-AotC Padme end up on Melida/Daan

De-aged Mandalorian cast (Din, Boba, Fennec, Luke) tossed into the months leading up to AotC

Leia when meeting AotC Anakin

Other

Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox - Palpatine Tries to Arrange a Marriage - Addendum

Maul: Motherfucker Unlimited

Artoo and Threepio cause problems

Rey ends up in the PT, then Qui-Gon’s new apprentice

Baze/Chirrut messing around with Jinn&Kenobi

Tarre Viszla is reincarnated as Bo-Katan's baby

Cal Kestis drops back to TCW, accidentally derails things because he didn’t know he was Obi-Wan’s bio kid

#star wars #time travel #phoenix posts #masterposts

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