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Lips of an Angel (Part 2)
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Part 2 to Lips of an Angel per the request of many. The OG request came from @eddiesbixch696 : This randomly came to me because the song came on the radio but an absolute angst fest of an Azriel fic based on the song Lips of Angel by Hinder. The whole “my girl is in the next room but sometimes I wish she was you” lyric as he watches Elain. Ugh I love breaking my own heart sometimes 😭
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 3,512
[Part 1]
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This winter is one of the most bitter he’s experienced in Velaris. Or maybe it’s just him, his feelings as of late, the cold and empty cavern that is his heart without you, his thoughts wandering towards the female he’d left behind for the one who he’d thought would be his end all be all.
He turned out to be so fucking wrong about Elain.
She’s at dinner with the rest of the Inner Circle but Azriel had chosen not to go. She’d begged him, tugged on his arm and gave him that doe-eyed look that normally would have him giving in to any of her demands. Now it just makes him grimace.
He could hardly think about eating with the guilty thoughts swirling through his mind, consuming him completely.
What is wrong with him? He wanted Elain, and he had got it, at the price of hurting you. Azriel hadn’t seen a glimpse of you or heard a whisper about you in years. He couldn’t help but wonder if you were even still in town, how you’re doing now.
He’s been distancing himself as of late, and if the middle Archeron sister has any worries about it, she didn’t voice them to him. It’s hard to be around her when all he does is compare everything she does to you. They way she hugs him with her arms around his neck, staring up into his eyes when you would wrap your arms around his middle and burrow your head into the crook of his neck. The way that she goes on and on, needing to fill any and all silence with stories and anecdotes, whereas with you, the two of you could just enjoy each other’s company, no words needed.
He’d hardly been coming to bed, unable to sleep because of the constant running thoughts of his ex. The drink he usually had was more like a bottle, but did nothing to aid his insomnia. Flying didn’t seem to help either, nor sparring. It’s like all his favorite things had been tainted with the thought of you, in his arms gliding over the city or the smile on your face when you’d landed your first strike on him with the practice sword after six months of giving it your all.
Azriel doubted you’d kept up on your training after he’d ended things.
When he was able to get a few minutes of shut eye it was when he was away and could hold the necklace you’d left behind in his hand. His only reminder that you were ever really his to begin with.
It was the only thing he’d had left of you. You must’ve dropped it behind the dresser some time before you’d cleared the home of your things and he’d found it when Elain had wanted to move the furniture around in his room. Something about a more peaceful mind, if the bed was slid to the wall that didn’t face the door. He’d caught sight of the gleaming metal and tucked it away before she noticed.
He’d tried to regift it. First to Gwyn, because he still wanted to see it, gleaming, wrapped around another pretty neck. He’d gone so far as to give it to Clotho before promptly asking for it back thirty minutes later with crimson cheeks and a heavy heart.
He’d even thought about giving it to Elain for a special occasion. Surely she wouldn’t even know that it used to be yours. He’d imagined mouthing at the pendant hanging between your breasts every time you wore it. He hadn’t had the gall to give it to Elain.
So Azriel had hid it in a secret drawer of his desk after that, promptly forgetting about it because he’d been so enthralled with the breath of fresh air that was Elain.
He doesn't know what he’s doing in the city. Usually he opts for a long flight or time off in a different court, hoping that the warm sun of Summer would burn his feelings away or the fresh breezes of Autumn would clear his head.
But he’s here, shrunk down into his coat because he hadn’t thought to put a hat on, the bitter winds kissing his cheeks and neck annoyingly, and it reminds him of you. Of course it does, because he can’t seem to stop thinking about you, the way you’d always press your freezing fingers up under his shirt for warmth on a cold day.
Azriel’s hair keeps getting blown into his eyes and as much as he tries to shove it back it only slaps right back. He needs to get it cut but doesn’t even have the energy to do that, with everything going on in his mind lately.
He blinks harshly at the tendrils poking his eyes. He stumbles slightly, a strand stuck, and he’s trying to claw at it while grumbling, not quite watching where he’s going because he assumes that everyone will give him a wide berth like they always do–
He runs straight into someone, stumbling back as he frees the piece of hair from his eye. He blinks, an apology already rolling off the tip of his tongue when he realizes exactly who stands before him–
He’d forgotten how perfect you were.
An angel in the flesh.
“Azriel,” you breathe, stunned, and it makes his heart fracture in his chest.
You’re not alone like he wished you would be when he’d thought about all of the times this could happen, should he be so lucky. There’s a child with you, immediately tucking behind your leg at his appearance.
“(Y/N)...It’s really good to hear your voice,” he forces around the thickness in his throat. Saying my name goes unsaid.
Azriel can’t stop looking down at the little boy, hiding behind his mother’s leg. You’ve got a protective hand curled around his thick knit hat, the other clasping a to-go mug of what he scents as hot cocoa from the best bakery in Velaris. The one they used to frequent together, though he always remembered that you were more of a warm cider kind of female. Oh how you’ve changed.
It’s clear the babe is nervous, by the way he keeps tugging on the bottom of your coat. You don’t hesitate, hauling the little boy into your arms even with a hand full.
Azriel’s breath catches and his heart hammers in his chest because there’s tiny wings poking out of the child's fluffy coat.
“This is Wren,” you introduce awkwardly, shifting on your feet anxiously.
He looks closer now, noting how he’s around three or four, from what he can tell, and his heart aches because surely there is only one explanation for this. There's a burning in his chest, even though he knows he shouldn’t feel this way, that he’d moved on even quicker.
Those eyes…
Azriel’s brows furrow, his mouth parting but no words come out. His mind is whirling because Wren’s eyes are a mirror of his own and the longer he looks the more he can see himself in the child. The natural downturn of his mouth, almost apathetic in appearance, his wide eyes, lids lowered a touch over his perfectly round irises - the most stoic child he’s ever seen.
His eyes are glued to the small boy. He has your nose, your ruddy cheeks that nearly give every emotion you’re feeling away. Your cheeks are red right now, in fact. He’s sure that if he tugged the hat off of the child’s head all he’d see is inky black hair.
“Is he–”
There’s no way he’s not.
You’re quick to intervene, pressing your wrist over the boy's ear and leaning his head into your shoulder, blocking out your response from his tiny ears. “Yes, he is.”
Everything freezes. The snow fluttering down pauses its tracks, the wind is no longer a nuisance brushing the back of his neck with cold fingers, all of the sounds of the bustling city are drowned out by the ringing in his ears.
His hand twitches, lifting as if to touch the child, make sure he’s real, maybe pull that hat off after all. He knows that you’re telling the truth, you were never one to lie about anything, would rather suffer the consequences than talk your way out of it.
But this…
You turn, shifting away from the hand that’s reaching out.
Azriel flinches, arm falling back to his side. He physically cannot look anywhere else besides his son, who seems perfectly content in your arms, head shoved where your neck meets your shoulder. His gloved fingers clutch tightly to your jacket but his wide hazel eyes stay locked on male in front of him.
A punch in the gut is all he feels as he nearly collapses under the child’s gaze. He can feel his heart beating in his chest, the pulse that has his neck throbbing. There’s a dull ache inside of him, a numb feeling humming around his hollow chest where he wishes your mating bond would lie. Countless nights he’d prayed to the Mother to tether the two of you together - each night had without answer.
He never prays for Elain.
“He doesn’t know,” you admit, and it burns your throat like acid. You hadn’t had the guts to tell Wren that his father had broken your heart into a million pieces a few nights before you found out that you were pregnant.
You hadn’t had the heart to tell Azriel either.
Hadn’t thought it necessary, as he was perfectly happy with Elain while you were slowly putting yourself back together for the babe growing inside of you. You were determined not to let Azriel affect your life from then on, and it had been hard, but you’d finally gotten that feeling shoved so deep down inside of you you could pretend that you were okay, for Wren.
You hadn’t been expecting to run into Azriel ever again, and now that he’s standing in front of you, that part of your chest has been blown wide open.
He nearly looks the same as he did that night years ago. Hair disheveled from the winds, never thinking to bring a hat with him when his mind was awry, like he didn’t deserve to be warm. His eyes had dark rings around them much like they do now, the hazel color shroud by shadows, like the ones wrapped around his legs, the same way Wren had cuddled into yours before you’d picked him up.
His lips are chapped from the cold and even from beneath his thick coat you can tell that he hasn’t been eating well, sleeping either. Something awful must be going on.
He’d seemed so much happier with Elain that day he left.
You don’t have the heart to wonder what must have happened.
But as much as you want to ask, it’s no longer your place. You shouldn’t care about the male before you, eyes looking so painfully similar to your sons, it was hard not to think about Azriel every time you looked at Wren, even with the wings to match.
He nods once, finally breaking contact with the mini version of himself. He swallows and it hurts, there’s a lump of emotion caught in his throat because he hadn’t been prepared to run into you out and about in the city after years of not seeing you, but now he has a child. A child that doesn’t know him from the next male walking down the street.
He’s not sure what to say, what he can say. I’m sorry doesn’t seem good enough. I still love you won’t have an effect on the female who surely doesn’t believe that could be true.
He startles when a figure draws closer. He had been so caught up in what was going on before him that he hadn’t noticed the approaching male or heard his shadows repeating the information to him.
The male stops next to you, catching your attention with a hand on your lower back. He immediately senses something wrong when you look up at him with a forced smile. His mouth turns into a frown, emerald gaze taking in the shadowsinger standing across from you, immediately recognizing him.
“Azriel,” and there’s your fucking perfect mouth speaking his name. His heart still leaps in his chest when you do, and he wonders how he ever could’ve been so stupid as to choose Elain over you. “This is Malik.”
The man nods at him, eyes sparking with an emotion that’s gone before even Azriel can pick it up, so he responds the same, tilting his head but offering no words to the male who’s stepped up beside you.
He watches the male beside you with his spymaster’s eye. The one that’s kissed your cheek and has a hand caressing your back, when it should be him who’s doing that. It should be him who Wren is reaching out to.
“Daddy,” Wren smiles, and Azriel’s heart twists in his chest, splits down the center at the utter confidence in his son’s voice, claiming this male to be his father.
Malik is…handsome, Azriel supposes, in his own way.
Azriel studies him and finds that the male his son is calling his father looks quite similar to him. Dark hair shoved under a matching knit cap, thick lashes dusted with snow, fluttering over his piercing green eyes. Instead of lines around his mouth from centuries of frowning he has them by his eyes, like he’s the happiest male on the planet.
If he’s truly with (Y/N), he is.
“Would you mind giving us a minute, Malik?” you request gently, passing the babe over. The male gives you a soft smile that makes the fire in Azriel’s stomach grow. He watches Malik lean down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek, and Azriel doesn’t miss the way that you lean into it before flinching back, turning your guilty gaze on him like he’d just caught you cheating.
No, it had been the other way around, hadn’t it?
“Mommy?” Wren questions with a glance towards Azriel. He stretches his wings out behind him and Azriel’s eyes prick with emotion, seeing wings so little.
Wren is already so much like his father, with his dark hair and pouty frown, gleaming eyes and controlled temper. But those tiny wings hurt you that much more.
A not so subtle reminder to Azriel of all of the flaws he passed down to his son. Never a babe with Elain, though. The children he used to imagine all had your eyes and smile, your calming aura and beautiful laugh. He’d never thought his son would be a spitting image of him, with his hair, his eyes, his nose, his wings.
“I’ll be right there baby,” you reassure, passing your cup of cocoa to Malik. Azriel watches the brush of your fingers against his and his throat clogs with emotion. The skin of his hand is flawless, smooth and stretching across muscle and bone, nothing like his, marred with callouses and scars.
“It was nice to meet you, Azriel,” Malik says in that low voice, one that Azriel would feel like is completely genuine if he weren’t kissing his (Y/N) and holding his son.
“Likewise,” he answers stiffly because he doesn’t want to upset you. He’d done enough of that.
Wren doesn’t say anything as they depart, keeping his big hazel eyes on Azriels. They widen slightly when his gaze brushes over his wings but he’s not as impressed as Azriel would’ve thought, and he doesn’t know why the response doesn’t sit well with him.
“I know you must have a lot of questions,” you begin when they’re out of earshot.
“I do.”
“And I know that,” you murmur, squeezing your eyes shut for a breath while you twist your fingers together. You’re nervous. Hadn’t planned on telling him ever, and now that he’s seen Wren up close there’s no denying it now.
Of course you’d thought this day might come, but now, every scenario you’d thought thorough in your head disappears.
“He doesn’t know,” Azriel states again because all of this seems like a dream gone rogue. He wonders if he’s somehow slipped into an unconscious state, a lucid dream perhaps, which didn’t seem unlikely because he hasn’t been sleeping lately.
“No,” you agree, “And I don’t want him to.”
His head snaps up, mouth parted in disbelief. He’s ready to argue, slipping so easily back into the way he was right before he’d ended things, emotional and utterly a wreck.
You speak before any words can escape, “Whatever it is you’re going to say, don’t. You have no say in my son's life. You gave that up when you gave me up.”
“I didn’t even know you were pregnant.”
“Would it have made a difference?”
Azriel stays silent.
Your voice is thick when you respond and he hates that he’s made you feel like this again.
“Exactly.”
He doesn’t even know what to say. There are so many questions racing through his mind he doesn’t even know where to start so he just blurts out the first thought his tongue grabs onto.
“Who’s going to teach him to fly?”
“Rhys said that he would,” you answer, and the flicker of anger that cuts across his eyes tells you that he hadn’t been aware his brother knew he had a child. The muscle in his jaw ticks and his shadows sweep around his feet now, just like they always do when he’s upset. “He’s taking care of us.”
Azriel needs to calm down, he knows he does, but he feels completely blindsided by his own brother right now that he doesn’t know what to do. He’s torn between winnowing right up to the River House to give Rhys a piece of his mind or jumping up into the air to release all of the rage and sadness that’s consumed him tenfold.
He’s taking care of us.
Azriel should be the one taking care of you.
“He knows?” His voice is deathly calm and it sends shivers up your spine.
It’s why Wren didn’t look impressed by his wings. Because he has seen Rhys’ before.
His shadows are whipping around erratically and Malik takes notice, questioning your safety with a single look.
You reassure you’re okay with a nod and he relaxes slightly, letting Wren to the ground when the little boy squirms in his grasp.
Azriel watches how the male places his hands on his son’s shoulders, holding him in place.
“I asked him not to tell you,” you admit wetly, “Begged him, really.”
He’s brewing.
“Don’t,” your voice is stern, not liking how he’s stewing. “Don’t you blame him. It was my choice.”
“And what about my choice?”
Your mouth goes slack, “Your choice in what?”
“This,” he roars because he can’t take it anymore. His shadows flare around him, a wall of darkness sweeping up from the ground to his shoulders.
Wren screams, pushing away from Malik and rushing over to where you’re facing off with Azriel.
“Mommy!”
The utter terror in the little boys voice makes Azriel’s spine straighten and his stomach churn.
Wren’s on him in an instant, little fists shoving and hitting his thighs. It shouldn’t have the slightest effect on him but it does. He’s defending his mother because some strange male has raised his voice at her.
Each point of contact is a stake to his heart. Azriel stands helplessly, watching the little boy go at him until you’re crouching down and pulling him away, Malik pressing behind you with his hands on your arms and a glare in Azriel’s direction.
You look up from where you’re hugging Wren tightly to your chest that’s throbbing painfully, heart racing from something akin to fear, something you’d never felt for Azriel before. There’s tears brimming in your eyes from the sight, from the conversation. He’d never raised his voice at you like this.
This male…you don’t even know who he is anymore.
Your voice shakes when you speak, “You don’t get a choice, Azriel. You lost that a long time ago and you know that.” Your eyes wash over him, up and down. He nearly melts, when venom laces your voice, despite the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “You made that choice.”
“(Y/N),” he reaches out to try and stop as you stand, lifting Wren into your arms again. You shrink away from him.
“I have to go,” you mutter, allowing Malik to usher you and your son away from the stewing Illyrian. You’d always been able to fight for yourself, even without the training. Malik surely knows that, but it still disgusts Azriel how he’s done nothing to defend you.
Azriel turns to look at the babe one last time. He’s stood frozen, head hung and snow falling into the back of his jacket like a fool, watching the love of his life walk away from him again, but this time, he’s the one who’s heartbroken.
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I Wish that they should meets each other in 19 BBY, if Anakin should kills Palpatine.
I means:
Kanan, Hera, Zeb, Chopper, baby Ezra and Two years Old Sabine should have met instead to meets in Rebels
Din Djarin, Omera and Grogu should have met instead to meets in the Mandalorian
Even Han, Lando, Chewbacca, baby Luke and Leia should have meets instead in original Trilogy of star wars
#star wars#ezra bridger#sabine wren#kanan jarrus#hera syndulla#garazeb orrelios#chopper#star wars rebels#din djarin#grogu#the mandalorian#omera#luke skywalker#leia organa#han solo#lando calrissian#chewbacca#original trilogy#alternative timeline
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Yhe'na Det Och'sa
Chapter 1: Viida Ke Aht
Characters: Shin Hati, Ahsoka Tano, Huyang, Background Characters
Tags: Alternate Universe: Canon Divergence, Protective Ahsoka Tano, Wet Cat Shin Hati, Professor Huyang, The Force, Lightsabers
Notes: Welcome to the beginning!
The Shin Tano AU has been rent free in my mind for so long, and we've been putting giant amounts of work into this project.
This universe will span about three acts, with act one set for the early years of Shin's training under Ahsoka Tano, all the way to the end of the empire and the first time she meets Sabine Wren. (9BBY-0BBY timelines were changed to get rid of some ick )
Act Two will focus on the relationship between wolfwren and the time before Mandalore's destruction. ( 0BBY-5ABY )
And Act Three will be focused on the Ahsoka series. ( 9-10 ABY )
Other acts will be planned as we see what direction the series will be taking.
This AU would be nowhere without Gabi, please make sure you give her all the credit she deserves because without her, we would not have any of the stunning art we have already that's helped inspire this AU! @somewillwin
Also big thanks to everyone in the pathfinders discord ( @mandalorianfleshenjoyer , @cmbdragon98 esp for idea bouncing and double checking asdkvn!!!!)
Word Count: 4,331
AO3 Link: Here!
Bail had reached out with a request for aid, noting a tentative ally in the inner city of Ibaar. Ahsoka hadn’t known all the allies a senator could make, but if Padmé’s arsenal of folks who owed her was anything to go by, then Bail must have a whole library full of names of people who owed him.
The streets ran rampant with poverty and starvation, just like any other world the Empire had locked its early talons into. Vendors of various kinds set up in any available surface, patrolled heavily by Imperial units every thirty minutes with shift rotations every five hours.
It was during this fifth hour that Fulcrum stepped into the streets, hood drawn close over her head, route back to the landing pad memorized, with a dock worker nicely paid off to pass her forged documentation through the Imperial database. ‘Ahsoka Tano’ may have died with her men, but ‘Ashla Tsu’ was just a contract mechanic no one would look twice at.
As she swept through the stalls lining the streets, hood drawn far over her eyes, allowing the Force to guide her between moving bodies, she felt something. A tingle- small, something barely noticeable, had it come before the Dark Times. Piercing blue eyes raised as her feet slowed; She hadn’t felt a pull so… innocent since The Clone Wars, since she was asked to help guide the children in their créche.
There was a child, sensitive to the force, and foolishly, with no thought of the dangers, reaching out against her presence. Fulcrum was filled with dread at the thought; of the notion that another child could be taken for its sensitivity, and turned into the boy she had killed on Raada.
She scanned the surroundings of the street quickly, allowing the force to guide her feet as she moved with a renewed vigor; she would have to be late meeting with the contact, and couldn't take a risk in losing another…
Clearing her head, Ahsoka caught sight of a lanky figure draped in dirty green fabric, ducking into an alley that backtracked her entire route, too close to the Imperial offices for comfort. “Come on, kid,” The Togruta hissed to herself, turning her head and stepping behind the thick canvases used to block sunlight from the nearest stall.
Ahsoka wasn’t as small as she used to be, her montrals set her in the taller end, almost reaching the two meter mark. Clearing the tight spaces the child had was difficult, and she found herself having to backtrack more just to keep on course.
“Stop that kid!” A human vendor shouted, trying to fight his way around the booth as small hands darted from tattered fabric to swipe something from his table.
Ahsoka pursued quickly, now able to move faster as the streets parted for the ‘hero’ that would help the vendor. It didn’t take long for her to catch up now, as folks ducked out of her way; even the emerging Imperial patrol left her to her devices, not worried about petty theft or some kid getting ‘what was coming to them’.
“Stop!” Ahsoka poured suggestion into the force from a limitless reserve, brushing out against the panicked presence she felt thrumming all around her. The worn soles of the child's shoes skidded in the dust as she ground to a halt. The panic that met her in silvery blue eyes was enough to make her stop. Clutched in bony, shaking hands, Ahsoka found the crumbling contents, snagged from the vendor's trash pile; food that couldn’t have been safe for even the most resilient species, if the growth on the side was anything to go by, it certainly wasn’t fit for a human.
The child’s chest was heaving, muscles in their arms twitching as they tried to think of a way out. “Here!” Their voice was high and raspy, cracking like the dried skin on their lips as she thrusted her hands out towards Ahsoka, giving her a smell of the unpleasant odor from the mystery meal. “Please let me go,” Their eyes were watering as their weight shifted; Ahsoka did have her cornered, but folks were starting to close in;
“Don’t eat that, it’s trash,” Ahsoka shook her head with a frown, lekku twitching as she heard feet approaching them. “Let… Let me take you to get something real, alright? Please?” She hadn’t reached out in the force like this since she lost her Master, promising her intentions and holding out the hope that the child would understand, that she wouldn’t hurt her, but they needed to move.
The kid still didn’t budge, which, as much as she hated the reality, was smart; she was a stranger, after all. “Can I tell you a big secret?” Ahsoka knelt slowly to the ground, to be closer to the lanky child’s height. Uncertain eyes watched her the entire time, dirty fingers still sinking into the repulsive mystery meat as if Ahsoka was trying to trick them away from what looked to be their first meal in days.
Ahsoka could feel trepidation as it rolled down pale skin, wiry muscles tensing to run as the stranger reached into her cloak. The lightsaber was pulled from the hidden pocket of her cloak, still knobby with scrap pieces sticking out, she needed to remember to cut them down… one day, if she had time. “Do you know what this is?” She kept her voice low as she cradled the weapon close between them, squaring her shoulders on the off chance she misjudged the sounds of troopers and citizens behind them.
The child’s head shook quickly, diminishing some of Ahsoka’s hope for making this quick. “You’re like me, and well; people like us; we carry these around to protect people who can’t do it themselves, there aren’t as many of us as there used to be, which is why I want to help you. Search your feelings, you can feel the world around you, right?”
“Mhmm…” Dirty, choppy brown hair fell into an angular face as she peered at the saber in her hands.
“How many are coming?”
“Four troopers and seven people, they’re mad…”
Ahsoka smiled as she shifted her weight against the ground. “Very good,” The child’s weight shifted, eyes widening at the minimal praise; The Togruta tried not to think about how much of herself could be reflected in those eyes. “If you put that down, take this, and follow me, I’ll get you a warm meal… I can help you. I want to help you.”
The child’s eyes jumped distrustfully between the shouldn’t-be-called-food in her hands and the silver metal in Ahsoka’s palm. The food dropped to the ground in a way that made Ahsoka gag, but hey.. At least the kid had the decency to wipe her fingers off on her shirt before snatching the saber from her hand. “Hide it well.” She urged as the child tucked the saber close to her chest. “And don’t touch that button, I’ll show you why, later, I promise,”
“Follow my lead, alright? Trust in the force,”
Confusion laced her eyes before Ahsoka’s hand was wrapping around a thin wrist and pulling her close, careful not to move too fast or to jar the child and knock the shoto loose from wherever the child hid it. “What did I tell you about taking things that aren’t yours?” She scolded gently, allowing the girl to tuck into her side.
The young Force Sensitive played along nicely, forcing her features into something akin to shame and embarrassment. “Not to.” They grumbled, barely loud enough for the approaching shopkeepers to hear as they formed a tight semicircle around the two.
Ahsoka turned towards their audience, facial markings furrowed in mock disappointment as she searched for the shopkeeper. “Now, what do you say?” She guided, gently squeezing her emaciated shoulder until their head rose from staring at a hole in her boots. There was a moment of terse silence as silvery eyes turned to glare at the shopkeeper they’d ‘stolen’ from. “Shin,” She called, words forming on her lips without any thought.
The now-appointed Shin’s eyes jumped up to stare at her with wide eyes and parted lips. Ahsoka cleared her throat and nodded towards the human. “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry,” Their voice was hoarse, raspy and grating now that she was speaking louder than a whisper. The poor thing was definitely going to need water, sooner than later, if the way their skin clung to bone was any indication.
“We’re sorry,” Ahsoka added, allowing Shin to tuck herself into her poncho as shame burned at their cheeks, hands tucking back into their cloak to hold onto the saber they’d been handed.
“She’s lucky it was just trash, this time.” The vendor growled, sneering at the child and crossing his arms over his chest. “Woulda had you strung up before the sun went down, again.”
Shin pressed closer into her side, Ahsoka could feel the way they shook against her, fear, and the growing knowledge of Kyber inside the saber no doubt reaching out to her dangerously. “I can promise it won’t happen ever again, sir. Please, if you’ll forgive us this last time?”
Murky green eyes danced between the two women, and the plastoid armored stormtroopers all around them; their fingers hadn’t gone to their blasters yet, but Ahsoka had felt the squad leader unhook a set of binders from his belt. “Hrrng. Fine. But if she comes back and does it again, I’ll make sure whatever the courts decide next sticks.”
Ahsoka’s montrals twitched with the sharp inhale and the quiet sound that they tried to hide. Wrapping the corner of her poncho around the small child, Ahsoka nodded curtly. “Thank you for your mercy.” She did her best to appeal to whatever sense of masculinity he wanted, just trying to get Shin away from them as fast as possible. The crowd parted for the woman and her embarrassed child, not a soul stepped forward to inquire about her intentions, though several did remark about the odor from the lump of meat that now sat in the dirt.
Once they were clear of the crowd, Ahsoka allowed her hand to drop from their shoulder; their conflicting feelings were tangible in the force, but there was no time, not when their stomach rumbled, and the chrono on her wrist was ticking dangerously close to ‘too late to reasonably reach out’.
The Cantina she’d swept Shin into was small, one she’d scoped out the entire morning thus far; one way in, with several ways out through access tunnels running beneath the foundation, butler doors built into walls and floors that made for easy restocking for the staff, and an easy escape into the basement and beyond for a Rebel. Her contact would be inside, no doubt enjoying a meal or a drink of their own. She just needed to order and pay, and get Shin set up somewhere she would be able to keep an eye on them.
“Hey,” She whispered as the child crowded into her again at the intensity of the crowd, leading the girl over to a smaller booth. It certainly was no place for a child, but she was running out of options, and way out of her element here. “Get whatever you want,” The child’s mouth parted; Ahsoka knew what was going to come out of her mouth before her vocal chords even rumbled. “Not alcohol,” She settled into the seat across from Shin, allowing her eyes to sift through the muggy atmosphere around them to find her contact.
There were voices close by, but tuned to the back of her mind as a member of the considerably small waitstaff approached. Shin stumbled over the words as she ordered, but thankfully, they’d found at least one person on this blasted planet with the manners to not be mean to a child. “I’ll take the same,” With no idea of what Shin ordered, but too entrenched in her work to tear away to look over anything.
There, back booth, a too-clean glass held in dainty fingers, golden rings circling each digit, with his sleeves pulled sloppily over his hands to cover the expensive jewelry. A newbie, which in many cases, was dangerous. She’d have to play this one carefully.
“Who are you?” Shin asked at last, hands wrapped around blue tinted glass of water, sipping slowly at it as she looked at her strange savior, trying to read what they could see, and to decipher whatever the Force was showing them, if the hesitantly probing presence was anything to go by.
“Right now, my name is Ashla,” Ahsoka leaned back in her seat, finally getting a good look at the child when she wasn’t in fight or flight mode. “I never got your name,” She smiled sheepishly and leaned forward, offering her unwavering attention.
“I didn’t..” The child shrunk under her gaze, dirty fingertips picking at the lip of her glass as she tried to form words. “I didn’t have one, until…” Her cheeks darkened and Ahsoka understood.
“Well. D’you like Shin?”
Their head nodded quickly, grateful for the interference, and the name. Ahsoka reached across the table, settling her elbow against the smooth stone as she extended her hand. “Well then, it’s nice to meet you, Shin,”
Her hand was small and cold in Ahsoka’s, the Togruta had to resist the urge to wrap her fingers around theirs to warm it up, not wanting to cross any boundaries that had gone unspoken thus far.
Ahsoka kept her hand still at the prod of fingertips against the hardened skin on her palms, silvery eyes studied the lines in her hand in fascination as they compared their hand to her much larger one.
Shin’s study was broken moments later with hot plates being set on the table. Blue noodles piled onto both plates with a suspiciously chunky sauce all over. “It’s cu..” Their brows furrowed as they stumbled on the words. “Cru…” Huffing, Shin leaned back in her seat, determined to get the word right before trying again. A jagged fingernail traced the letters into the stone table, mouthing out the syllables as they went. “Crupa,”
“Very good,” Ahsoka’s lips twitched at the instant relief on Shin’s face, nodding her head once in acknowledgement, before the girl was awkwardly grabbing the fork and digging in. It certainly wasn’t the worst meal Ahsoka’s ever had, GAR ration bars really were not fit for a carnivore’s consumption, and while she’d long gotten used to the discomfort of food not fit for her species, the poultry managed to offer some true nutritional value.
“Sometimes, they let me come in and clean up after they close, and Drell gives me some leftovers,” The child spoke through a mouthful of noodles, forcing themselves to slow at the rise of Ahsoka’s facial markings.
Any other conversation faded into silence under the necessity of food. Ahsoka kept her montrals perked and at the ready, listening in to the senator’s quiet grumblings to gauge his annoyance. When he seemed to be getting ready to leave, Ahsoka rose. “Shin,” She called quietly, as the child fought to gather the last noodle onto her utensil. “You know how I told you people like us help people? I have someone I need to step away and talk to for a moment.”
Silver eyes widened in a way that made Ahsoka’s heart hurt, she could feel the way the child prepared to be cast away again. “Can I count on you to make it to my ship yourself?”
Shin nodded their head quickly as they slid from their seat, hands tucking into the worn brown fabric around their shoulders, reaching for the Shoto to offer back to its rightful owner. “You’ll give it back to me at the ship, yeah?” Ahsoka’s lips pulled into a warm smile as a hesitant hand rested on their shoulder once more. “Remember, don’t take anything that isn’t yours, without permission; And if the droid says anything, tell him you’re waiting on me, and show him the thing I gave you,”
Ahsoka could feel the sense of responsibility as it ebbed into the small child, gently pushing on their shoulder, towards the door; she’d have to hope that her instructions were clear. She watched the bob of choppy brown hair as the child dodged other patrons, heading for the door under Ahsoka’s watchful gaze.
At last, she turned her attention to the senator in the booth, brushing her fingers down the wrinkles of her cloak with a soft sigh. “This is where the fun begins…”
Small feet padded up the ramp of the shuttle, nervously twisting the fabric of her cloak up in her fingers. Dock workers stared at her in confusion the whole way up, used to seeing kids like her trying to sneak off world in hopeful cargo ships; It had to work for the others she’d grown up with, they never came back to Ibaar after securing passage for themselves.
Not only did she have no recollection of being somewhere so clean, it was giant, like it had been built specifically for beings as big or bigger than Ashla. Or… Shin glanced down at her shoes as she came to a stop at the top of the ramp - mauve she was just small.
There was a rustling in a closed off room to the side, Shin watched the durasteel door carefully, tucking her hands back into her cover to wrap around the metal cylinder she’d been trusted with; Ashla told her someone would be here, a droid? She didn’t know any binary, but she’d promised the droid would understand if she showed it the item.
There was something special about it, and the way it thrummed where she gripped it in both hands, as if there was something reaching out to her, like Ashla had. Something… that understood? There were intricacies she didn’t know how to explain, couldn’t even begin to imagine the complexity of the kyber inside, or the journey it had been on to heal from the abuse it had suffered at the hands of someone… Dark.
“Who’s there?” A robotic voice called out, freezing every spindly muscle in the child’s frame as heavy metal feet thudded against the cold floor. The door slid open with a hiss; dull silver eyes met glowing yellow, both being's heads cocking to the side. “You’re not supposed to be in here,”
Fear ignited in her veins like a fire, thin fingers curled around the cold metal in her hands, thrusting it in front of herself as a beam of white sprung forth the moment her finger ghosted over the button. The droid moved as if startled, springing back as Shin gripped the hilt with both hands, arms already shaking with the exertion on underdeveloped muscle to keep the blade from dropping; she didn’t know what this thing was, but she could smell the ozone burning around the bright light, and feel the heat where it scorched the air around her.
“You are going to hurt yourself!” He scolded, vocal chips screeching as he attempted to step around the blade, growing frustrated as the child turned to keep him in front of her. “Or me!”
Huyang was at a loss in terms of what to do about the situation. A local kid stumbles onto his ship with one of Ahsoka’s lightsaber, and then threatens him with it! A Jedi would never-
“Tighten your stance,” He instructed sharply, there was no use in letting the kid lob off an arm while they waited for Ahsoka to return, hopefully soon. “Don’t lock your knees, but you can’t just hold it like some kind of a toy. The lightsaber is the lifeline of a Jedi, for thousands of generations before you.”
Shin followed his instruction, finding the saber easier to keep up when she wasn’t too lose in some areas and unmoving in others. Their brows furrowed as they watched the strange droid. “Who are you?” They rasped, nostrils flaring as the droid stepped closer.
“Lightsaber architect and designer of the Jedi order. I contain a record of every lightsaber ever made, and the Jedi who fashioned them.” He explained quickly.
“Ashla made this herself?”
“Ash-” Huyang paused; if he could get a headache, he knew he would have one by now. “Yes, she did. Where is Lady Tano at now?”
“What’s a Jedi?” Shin butted in, nose scrunching in telltale avoidance; they had no idea where Ashla went, and that was worrying, what if she was secretly Empire or a pirate, or;
The droid sombered, his demeanor changing in a split second. “There was a time, not so long ago, when all knew of the Jedi. They were keepers of the peace for the citizens of the republic,”
Shin’s arms lowered, the white of the blade disengaging back into the clunky hilt as she listened. “What’s a republic?”
The servos in his neck whirred and clicked as his head snapped up to stare at her in disbelief. “Take a seat, youngling, we have much to discuss,”
Ahsoka stepped back onto the shuttle with a sigh, shedding her cloak the moment the ramp was closed. Huyang was sitting at the table, holo novels projecting above them as he read aloud.
Shin was sitting on their knees, elbows braced on the table as she stared up at slow-moving projections, stories of the Jedi that Ahsoka had even learned once, so many years ago.
“The Unifying Force is a vast cosmic power. You may not sense it yet, but with patience and insight, you will. The Force is the stars and galaxies, the rippling surface of space and time. It is the whisper in the night that tells you your destiny… Make no mistake, young Shin; The Force does have a Will, and it is the will of the force that you are here today,” He explained to the attentive child, looking almost warmly at the youngling as they soaked up his stories.
The Togruta settled her shoulder against a wall, watching the way silver-blue eyes danced across the different lines of the hologram committing the lines of the ancient Jedi crest to memory. Ahsoka allowed her mind to push out then, reaching into the howling of the force that was Shin’s unique presence, something playful and teasing, met with a familiarity that had the child spinning in their seat and poking their head up and over the top. “Ahsoka!”
The woman’s facial marking rose in Huyang’s direction as she pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “Try as you might, Lady Tano, you cannot hide from who you are, especially if you intend to take this youngling on as your Padawan,” He explained himself as he rose from his seat to greet her.
“Huyang,”
Seeming to sense her indecisiveness, the droid cut her off. “Apprentice, then. I often forget that you do not identify as a Jedi, despite your numerous accomplishments,”
Rolling her eyes at him, Ahsoka spotted her shoto on the table, using the force to call it back into her hand and watching as Shin’s eyes went wide at such a display. “Thank you for keeping this safe for me, Shin,” Their head nodded quickly as they rose from their bench.
“Did you get what you came for?” The youngling asked as her old boots hit the ground, following Ahsoka as she led the way to the cockpit, with Huyang following behind.
Patting the pouch hidden under her cloak, the older woman nodded. “And then some,”
Settling down into the pilots seat with Huyang perching in his own seat beside her, Shin stayed awkwardly between them. “That’s right,,, you’re too small right now,” She thought out loud, bringing her first to her chin in a way reminiscent of her Grand Master Obi-Wan as she thought of the best way to get through orbital turbulence without jostling the small and brittle human around too much.
It took some work, and much less than standard modifications that would have made Echo have an aneurysm, Shin was soon buckled just behind Huyang, bundled in seatbelts, with their feet dangling off the floor comedically.
“Have you ever been to space before, Young Shin?” Huyang questioned as the pair went through their checklist.
“Nuh-uh,”
“I do suggest holding on, I am aware of who trained Lady Tano to fly, it is quite wild.”
“You’re being dramatic again, Huyang,” Ahsoka shook her head as she powered up the engines and engaged the thrusters. “Next stop, Alderaan,”
As their ship sprung into the sky, Shin stared out of the viewport, watching the world and the life they’d known begin to slowly slink away into nothingness before focusing on the fast approach of space. Their small form strained against the safety belts where they leaned forward against them, taking in the moons and the stars in absolute awe, blind to the woman at the controls, purposely going slow to give the youngling the time they needed to observe as she prepped the hyperdrive.
Blues and purples mirrored in their eyes as they started their breach of hyperspace, as big as saucers with their mouth agape. There was no doubt in Ahsoka’s mind that they were unable to feel the force, in this moment, she could feel them as they reached out to grasp at the unifying cosmic power around them and felt the way it permeated all things, from the galaxies they passed in a flash of light, to the droid in front of them, and even to the smallest strip of durasteel that flaked from the tail of the ship into the void the further they traveled.
If there was one reason to be proud of what they were doing, for Huyang and Ahsoka to see the effect even their smallest actions could have, both would bet money that nothing less than the absolute fall of the empire would ever come to top this.
TIMELINE
10 ABY:
9 ABY: Ahsoka Series/Mandalore S3
8 ABY:
7 ABY:
6 ABY:
5 ABY: Mandalore is destroyed, Sabine Wren leaves Ahsoka and Shin Tano
4 ABY:
3 ABY:
2 ABY:
1 ABY:
0 ABY: Battle of Yavin, Ahsoka Tano returns to take Sabine Wren under her wing
1 BBY: Rebels S4 End, Ezra Bridger goes to Peridea
2 BBY: Rebels S3
3 BBY:
4 BBY: Rebels S2, Ahsoka Tano 'dies' (returns to this timeline/Malachor upon 1 BBY revival by Ezra Bridger)
5 BBY: Rebels S1 (Fulcrum works with Ghost crew + reveals only Ahsoka Tano, Shin Hati continues to work intel + on the ground BTS with Ahsoka Tano)
6 BBY:
7 BBY:
8 BBY:
9 BBY: Ahsoka Novel End | Ahsoka Tano finds and takes in 7 year old Shin Hati
10 BBY: Ahsoka Novel Start
11 BBY:
12 BBY:
13 BBY:
14 BBY:
15 BBY:
16 BBY: Shin Hati/Tano is Born
17 BBY:
18 BBY:
19 BBY: Order 66 | Ezra Bridger is Born
20 BBY:
21 BBY: Sabine Wren is born
22 BBY: Clone Wars Starts
36 BBY: Ahsoka Tano Born
41 BBY: Anakin Skywalker Born
57 BBY: Obi-Wan Kenobi Born
Togruti Translations
Yhe'na Det Och'sa - Survive The Stars
Viida Ke Aht - Time To Rest
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Fic dump.
Things Said Over Whiskey (968 words) by cathouse_mary
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Wullf Yularen, Gilad Pellaeon
Additional Tags: Drinking, Gossip
Summary: Two old navy men in a bar ten years after RTS.
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Care (73764 words) by cathouse_mary
Chapters: 25/?
Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Thrawn Ascendancy Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars Legends: Thrawn Trilogy - Timothy Zahn, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Relationships to be added, Pellaeon/Marinith, Pyrondi & Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Thrawn/Pyrondi
Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Gilad Pellaeon, Albus Marinith, Voss Parck, Dagon Niriz, Lomar (Star Wars), Agral (Star Wars), Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Original Female Imperial Character(s)
Additional Tags: Being Lost, post-Lothal, Whump, injuries, Emotional Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blankets, No Beta We Die Like Clones
Summary: The 7th fleet is decimated, lost, and trying to survive being abandoned in deep space. Thrawn is recovering from his injuries, his officer corps dead or injured.
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Love's Sucker Punch (1526 words) by cathouse_mary
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Ilyana Pyrondi/Artur Tagge
Characters: Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: These Idiots
Summary: Artur Tagge meets the most infernal pest.
This is a fanfic of a fanfic of a fanfic - the fanfic of my fanfic is below and I am cocreator because we FAFO this thing.
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Pyro's Pyrotechnic Love Life (27258 words) by cathouse_mary, Aeon_2407
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017), Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Hammerly/Pyrondi (Star Wars), Ilyana Pyrondi/Artur Tagge, Karyn Faro/Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Agral/Yve (Star Wars), Ezra Bridger/Sabine Wren, Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Alrich Wren/Ursa Wren
Characters: Original Characters, Artur Tagge, Pyrondi (Star Wars), Hammerly (Star Wars), Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Karyn Faro, Gilad Pellaeon, Agral (Star Wars), Lomar (Star Wars), Yve (Star Wars), Woldar (Star Wars), Cassio Tagge, Domina Tagge, Lapin Tagge, Original Imperial Characters (Star Wars), Original Stormtrooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Chimaera Crew Members (Star Wars), Sabine Wren, Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, C1-10P | Chopper, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Ursa Wren, Alrich Wren, Tristan Wren, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Wilhuff Tarkin, Conan Antonio Motti, Wullf Yularen, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, The Force (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Chimaera means family, Sorta angsty at the beginning, but a lot more fluffy and funny later, I promise, No Beta We Die Like Clones, Everyone Is Gay, The Mandalorian Darksaber (Star Wars), Canto Bight | Capital City of Cantonica (Star Wars), Planet Krownest (Star Wars), Clan Wren (Star Wars), Unresolved Romantic Tension, Romantic Angst, Everyone Needs Therapy, Especially Artur, Established Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Karyn Faro, Established Hammerly/Pyrondi, Force Visions (Star Wars), The World Between Worlds (Star Wars), Alternate Timelines, Blood and Injury, Violence, Child Abandonment, House of Tagge
Summary:
What is it about the obscenely rich yet kind and funny officers that has Pyro gravitating to them her entire love life? Luckily, there were only two so far that fit the criteria.
And her ex is transferring to the Chimaera. Not too bad.
Right?
#wullf yularen#gilad pellaeon#thrawn#pyrondi#eli vanto#agral#lomar#hammerly#imperial characters#a whole mess of characters#fic dump
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Should I post the Springtrap POV oneshot of him and Wren first or my infodump about the alternate timeline of this AU first… cause I technically have both posts ready I just don’t know which one to post and be silly about first LMAO
#fnaf#btc springtrap#behind the codes#five nights at freddy's#btc#springtrap#behind the codes springtrap.#behind the codes springtrap#fnaf au#fnaf btc#fnaf behind the codes#poll time#oneshot#infodump#lore dump#marimegaphone
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Tell US about your minesonas pls pls pls
*Rubs hands together* alright, but I warn you; this will be a long one, and most of the lore isn't actually Minecraft-related and doesn't necessarily reflect stuff I've done ingame. Also I only use the first two; the others were made for fun.
(Also anyone who wants to can do fanart)
Dr. Wren
Species: Cyclops
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Panromantic Aegosexual
Occupation: Scientist...? (specialises in geology, geography, oceanography, astronomy and reality-rewriting)
Random out-of-universe fact: She's a cyclops because I like cyclopes.
She doesn't really have much lore beyond that; birth-gender aside she's basically me as a boxy cyclops.
Marina
Species: Corrupted cyclops
Gender: AFAB non-binary
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Bisexual
Occupation: None
Random out-of-universe fact: Their colour-scheme is based on the Migrator Cape.
Once a normal cyclops, they have been corrupted by strange energy that turned them into a strange undead creature (and added weird side-gills that can't be seen in this version of their texture). Every October, they appear in order to help with Wren's research.
Wisteria
Species: Cyclops
Gender: Trans Female
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Lesbian
Occupation: Scientist (specialised in robotics)
Random out-of-universe fact: Prosthetic limbs made of colourful metals are cool. See also; my Saints Row 2022 character (towards the end of my playthrough, when I had unlocked the Cutting Edge gold material).
Wren's great-grandmother, descended from the cyclopes who fled the destruction of the Rage Empire.
Wrenbot
Species: Robot
Gender: Robot
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Robot
Occupation: Robot
Random out-of-universe fact: Has a cameo in the (at time of writing) upcoming Solar System Mod reboot, as a prop in the Scrapbot death animation.
An experimental robot built by Wren. Technically multiple robots, with its AI being uploaded into a new body every time one is destroyed.
Madame Rén
Species: Cyclops
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Panromantic Aegosexual
Occupation: Mad scientist (specialises in necromancy, theremin-playing)
Random out-of-universe fact: N/A
Wren's morally-ambiguous counterpart from an alternate universe. Her voice is all staticky, and her accent sounds like a character from a cheesy British Sci-fi movie from the '60s.
Wretro
Species: AI
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Panromantic Aegosexual
Occupation: AI
Random out-of-universe fact: Uses the Atari 2600 palette.
An AI created to automate reality-rewriting, which somehow became sentient and uses a hard-light body to explore the world outside her computer.
↯↴↸↹↥ (Ww'rehnn)
Species: Cyclops
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Pansexual.
Occupation: Hunter.
Random out-of-universe fact: This is probably the closest I'll get to posting NSFW stuff here.
An ancient ancestor of Wren, who lived on the planet Rage long before the Rage Empire was founded.
Brimstone
Species: Nether succubus (disguised as a cyclops)
Gender/sex: Female-leaning genderfluid hermaphrodite
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Pansexual
Occupation: You can probably guess.
Random out-of-universe fact: She was created partially to vent my chest-based dysphoria, so certain aspects of her design are different here than in canon what I'm saying is, she canonically has big boob.
A Nether Succubus who shapeshifted herself into a coincidentally Wren-like cyclops.
Nerw
Species: Cyclops/Enderman hybrid
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Aegoromantic Pansexual
Occupation: None
Random out-of-universe fact: N/A.
A clone of Wren made using Enderman DNA. Why? Science!
The Ghost of Wren
Species: Cyclops ghost
Gender: Cis Female
Sexuality/romantic attraction: Panromantic Aegosexual
Occupation: Haunter
Random out-of-universe fact: She's a cyclops because I like cyclopes.
Wren from a timeline where she died in a lab accident and became a ghost.
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All the Tangled Branches (Dotpoints Edition)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1Z79XcN
by anonymoose314
A collection of headcanons regarding the Rogue One crew in the aftermath of the Battle of Scarif -- their hopes, dreams, challenges and their place in the Rebel Alliance going forwards.
(Let me know which ideas you like and/or find interesting and they may just evolve into proper stories XD)
Words: 671, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Timelines
Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Andor (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, Gen
Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook, Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, K-2SO (Star Wars), Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus, Alexsandr Kallus, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Sabine Wren, Davits Draven
Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor & Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor & K-2SO, Cassian Andor & Bodhi Rook, Davits Draven & Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor & Davits Draven, Cassian Andor & Alexsandr Kallus, Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla
Additional Tags: Headcanon, Fluff, Injury Recovery, Team as Family, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Work In Progress, Davits Draven is Not an Asshole, Dotpoints Fic, to be expanded into proper stories upon request/sudden motivation
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1Z79XcN
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1-A After Dark
"We'll do it all again"
"1-A After Dark"/"When the Lights Go Out" is a BNHA/MHA(Boku no Hīrō Akademia/My Hero Academia) Alternate Universe[AU]/Alternate Timeline[AT]
The blog itself is ran by @voidrosey and @lemongrass404
🍋🤍
Ask Status:
Open! ✔
This is more of a light-hearted and humoured blog!
Hoshi and Aka Wren are the OCs of VoidRosey.
Ringo and Maya Terin are the OCs of lemongrass404.
The other mass majority of the characters all belong to the creative mind of Kōhei Horikoshi - the author/illustrator of BNHA. That is, of course, unless otherwise spoken.
Gentle reminder than a mass majority of these characters are MINORS. This includes the OCs and the canon students, as well as Himiko Toga. There are some 18+ characters, but that doesn't give you full reign to make disgusting ships and works.
Some small facts to know:
-Ringo has a thing for Denki
-Aka has a thing for Bakugou
-EraserMic is a thing and they are proud gay dads
SOME THINGS MAY SEEM OOC, BUT DO NOT HOLD IT AGAINST EITHER OF THE MODS!
1) Neither of them have exactly watched the anime/read the manga in a while
2) This is an ALTERNATE universe/timeline
3) Sleep deprivation does shit to people
4) They are minors.
Please don't come after the two admins because someone said something that seems off or because someone acted in a way that seemed weird.
This is a Tumblr blog, not a novel or paid fan-made anime. It is for fun. If you don't like, DNI.
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This blog will include:
-LGBTQIA+ characters/scenes!
-Swearing!
-Irresponsible behaviour!
-Dadzawa!
-Irresponsible All-Might!
-Irresponsible Tenya Iida!
-Possible yelling!
-Brief mentions/references towards abuse and death!
Oh, and one more thing, viewers!
/ALL/ ACTIONS AND SCENES WITHIN THIS BLOG ARE *FICTIONAL* UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED OFF REAL EVENTS.
#VoidRosey#lemongrass404#BNHA#MHA#BNHA RP#MHA RP#Anime#Manga#Roleplay#Ask Blog#Asks Open#Reader Interactive#Alternate Universes#Alternate Timeline#Alternate Universe#AU#AT#Headcanon#Headcanons#BNHA Headcanons#MHA Headcanons#OC x Character#Abuse Mention TW#Death Mention TW
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Paw traces on your Heart
read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52393699
by Kidrest
When Cody opened the shelter's door, it was with a very good idea in mind: find their father a cat.
As he found out, findind the right one was easier said than done. This was until his eyes found an orange fluffy fur belonging to a cat he had to bring home.
A cat with clear blue eyes.
A cat that seemed to have lived a thousand lifes.
Words: 11527, Chapters: 4/5, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex, Sabine Wren, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Jango Fett, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Yoda, Mace Windu, mentionned Ahsoka Tano, General Grievous
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Alternate Timeline, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Cody, POV Obi-Wan Kenobi, Established Relationship, Happy Ending, there is like a drop of angst, Anakin is feral except with Obi-wan, Jedi High Council is not good with Anakin, Sorry Not Sorry, Reincarnation, Fluff, Christmas
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Rebel Defenders: Emergence of the Defenders
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by NaldMoney
The Hand are close to securing the weapon needed to kill Palpatine and Darth Vader to overthrow the Empire. The weapon's destructive power will decimate New York and Lothal unless Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist work with the Rebel Phoenix Cell to stop them. However the Hand's greatest warrior the Black Sky proves to be a challenge for the Rebels and the Defenders. Grand Admiral Thrawn studies the conflict closely aiming to intervene at the right moment using his tactical skills to defeat the Hand and the Rebel Alliance.
Words: 1852, Chapters: 1/22, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of Rebel Defenders
Fandoms: The Defenders (Marvel TV), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Alexandra Reid, Madame Gao (Marvel), Murakami, Bakuto (Marvel), Sowande (Marvel), Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Original Children of Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons, Elektra Natchios, Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones (Marvel), Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Stick (Marvel), Bendu (Star Wars), Colleen Wing, Misty Knight, Agent Piper (Marvel), AIDA (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Life Model Decoy Agent Davis (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Alexsandr Kallus, Arihnda Pryce, Kassius Konstantine, Jun Sato (Star Wars), Jan Dodonna, Mon Mothma, Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Sabine Wren, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, C1-10P | Chopper, The Hand (Marvel), Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Wilhuff Tarkin, Wullf Yularen, Karen Page, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Malcolm Ducasse, Patricia Walker (Marvel)
Relationships: Danny Rand/Colleen Wing, Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons
Additional Tags: Disney Multiverse, Sacred Timeline (Loki TV), Alternate Universe - Time Travel
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M; M/M; F/F; Multi
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Bo-Katan Kryze; Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Pre Vizsla; Arla Fett/Myles the Mandalorian; Padmé Amidala/CT-7567 | Rex/Anakin Skywalker; Ahsoka Tano/Original Female Character(s); Null-7 | Mereel Skirata/Original Character(s); CT-7567 | Rex & Anakin Skywalker; CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano; Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker; Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano; Anakin Skywalker & Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Jango Fett; Anakin Skywalker; Obi-Wan Kenobi; Pre Vizsla; CT-7567 | Rex; CC-2224 | Cody; Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars); Torrent Company Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies; Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars); Mandalorian Adoption (Star Wars); The Mandalorian Darksaber (Star Wars); Anakin Skywalker Doesn't Turn to the Dark Side; anakin skywalker has a twin; Mandalorian Politics (Star Wars); Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars); Fix-It; Mandalorian Obi-Wan Kenobi; Clan Wren (Star Wars); Rex gets adopted by Commandos; CT-7567 | Rex Needs a Hug; CC-2224 | Cody's Name Is Kote; Chatlogs; Timeline What Timeline; Jedi Shenanigans; CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives are Twins; Fluff and Angst; family by choice; Canon-Typical Violence; Korkie Kryze is a Kenobi; Clone Troopers Deserve Better (Star Wars); Ahsoka Tano is a Sibling to the Clones; no beta we die like stormtroopers; Tags May Change; Ruusan Reformation (Star Wars); the Jedi leave; Additional Tags To Be Added
Language: English
May the forth update!!
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Surfing the Tides of Time
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by NaturalFizz
A choose your own adventure game written across more than one website and if you happen to know the author and found this page, an ARG code from the past and the future as written by one of the greatest mental time travelers working in programming today. Without further ado, meet your author folks, check out the chapter lists as they develop, and watch the story take place and develop in short bursts in real time across time!!! The wildest time travel story this side of Westworld’s long expansive timeline and the absolutely bonkers scope of some alternate timeline fanfiction pieces! I will try not to abuse the tags, I promise. Check out the FAQ chapter for new updates.
Words: 1889, Chapters: 1/999, Language: English
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Black Sails, Orphan Black (TV), Westworld (TV), The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire, The Wicked + The Divine, Angela (Marvel Comics), Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Sylvie (Loki TV), Loki (Agent of Asgard), Raven | Mystique, Brig (OC), Saurielle (OC), #The_Living_Armour_Oc, Fiyero Tigelaar, Silver (Pokemon), John Silver (Treasure Island), Jimena "Jim" Medina, Amaterasu (Okami), Amaterasu (Wicdiv), Anne Bonny, Armistice (Westworld), Robert Ford (Westworld), Hazel Greenwood, Eleanor Rigby | Lucifer, Marian | Morrigan, Cameron | Baphomet, Laura Wilson | Persephone, Hades, Sariel, Brighid, Brig(OC), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Frigg | Frigga (Norse Religion & Lore), Frid (Norse Religion & Lore), Hel, Angela (Marvel), Angela | Aldrif, Sera (Marvel)
Relationships: Jim Jimenez/Elizabeth Swann, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Loki (Marvel) & Jack Sparrow, Loki/Loki (Marvel), Sylvie/Sylvie (Loki TV), Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV)/Thor, Anne Bonny & Mary Read, Anne Bonny/Max, loki/everyone’s business, Rachel Duncan & Helena & Sarah Manning, Delphine Cormier/Cosima Niehaus, Angela | Aldrif/Sera, Mettaton & Napstablook (Undertale), Alphys & Mettaton (Undertale)
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Original Character(s), gnostic fanfiction, enochian Codes, Keys of music, Key of See Sharp, Choose Your Own Adventure, The Gospel of The Hunted King Wren, None more goth, We can’t believe it’s not butter, We can’t believe we wrote this before we played DeltaRune, this is why we can’t have nice things, The tags on this thing are like an eldritch nightmare I’m so sorry, slaps roof of fic, you can fit so many characters in this bad boy, RPG
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Imagine that if Star Wars was in animated movie directed by Wolfgang Reitherman and Richard Rich and release in 1984 and was a Classic Disney with a differents voice actors
Robert Carradine as Ezra Bridger
Sebastian Shaw: Darth Vader(unmasked)
Diane Ross as Ahsoka Tano
Christopher Plummer: Grand Admiral Thrawn
Susan Sarandon as Sabine Wren
Sigourney Weaver as Hera Syndulla
And the Song I'm coming out by Diana Ross was perfect for the movie
#star wars#original trilogy#ezra bridger#darth vader#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#sabine wren#grand admiral thrawn#hera syndulla#alternative timeline
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Surfing the Tides of Time
by NaturalFizz
A choose your own adventure game written across more than one website and if you happen to know the author and found this page, an ARG code from the past and the future as written by one of the greatest mental time travelers working in programming today. Without further ado, meet your author folks, check out the chapter lists as they develop, and watch the story take place and develop in short bursts in real time across time!!! The wildest time travel story this side of Westworld’s long expansive timeline and the absolutely bonkers scope of some alternate timeline fanfiction pieces! I will try not to abuse the tags, I promise. Check out the FAQ chapter for new updates.
Words: 1889, Chapters: 1/999, Language: English
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Black Sails, Orphan Black (TV), Westworld (TV), The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire, The Wicked + The Divine, Angela (Marvel Comics), Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Sylvie (Loki TV), Loki (Agent of Asgard), Raven | Mystique, Brig (OC), Saurielle (OC), #The_Living_Armour_Oc, Fiyero Tigelaar, Silver (Pokemon), John Silver (Treasure Island), Jimena "Jim" Medina, Amaterasu (Okami), Amaterasu (Wicdiv), Anne Bonny, Armistice (Westworld), Robert Ford (Westworld), Hazel Greenwood, Eleanor Rigby | Lucifer, Marian | Morrigan, Cameron | Baphomet, Laura Wilson | Persephone, Hades, Sariel, Brighid, Brig(OC), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Frigg | Frigga (Norse Religion & Lore), Frid (Norse Religion & Lore), Hel, Angela (Marvel), Angela | Aldrif, Sera (Marvel)
Relationships: Jim Jimenez/Elizabeth Swann, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Loki (Marvel) & Jack Sparrow, Loki/Loki (Marvel), Sylvie/Sylvie (Loki TV), Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV)/Thor, Anne Bonny & Mary Read, Anne Bonny/Max, loki/everyone’s business, Rachel Duncan & Helena & Sarah Manning, Delphine Cormier/Cosima Niehaus, Angela | Aldrif/Sera, Mettaton & Napstablook (Undertale), Alphys & Mettaton (Undertale)
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Original Character(s), gnostic fanfiction, enochian Codes, Keys of music, Key of See Sharp, Choose Your Own Adventure, The Gospel of The Hunted King Wren, None more goth, We can’t believe it’s not butter, We can’t believe we wrote this before we played DeltaRune, this is why we can’t have nice things, The tags on this thing are like an eldritch nightmare I’m so sorry, slaps roof of fic, you can fit so many characters in this bad boy, RPG
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45219667
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Surfing the Tides of Time
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6AVt5D8
by NaturalFizz
A choose your own adventure game written across more than one website and if you happen to know the author and found this page, an ARG code from the past and the future as written by one of the greatest mental time travelers working in programming today. Without further ado, meet your author folks, check out the chapter lists as they develop, and watch the story take place and develop in short bursts in real time across time!!! The wildest time travel story this side of Westworld’s long expansive timeline and the absolutely bonkers scope of some alternate timeline fanfiction pieces! I will try not to abuse the tags, I promise. Check out the FAQ chapter for new updates.
Words: 1889, Chapters: 1/999, Language: English
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV), Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Black Sails, Orphan Black (TV), Westworld (TV), The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire, The Wicked + The Divine, Angela (Marvel Comics), Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Sylvie (Loki TV), Loki (Agent of Asgard), Raven | Mystique, Brig (OC), Saurielle (OC), #The_Living_Armour_Oc, Fiyero Tigelaar, Silver (Pokemon), John Silver (Treasure Island), Jimena "Jim" Medina, Amaterasu (Okami), Amaterasu (Wicdiv), Anne Bonny, Armistice (Westworld), Robert Ford (Westworld), Hazel Greenwood, Eleanor Rigby | Lucifer, Marian | Morrigan, Cameron | Baphomet, Laura Wilson | Persephone, Hades, Sariel, Brighid, Brig(OC), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Frigg | Frigga (Norse Religion & Lore), Frid (Norse Religion & Lore), Hel, Angela (Marvel), Angela | Aldrif, Sera (Marvel)
Relationships: Jim Jimenez/Elizabeth Swann, Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier, Loki (Marvel) & Jack Sparrow, Loki/Loki (Marvel), Sylvie/Sylvie (Loki TV), Loki/Sylvie (Loki TV)/Thor, Anne Bonny & Mary Read, Anne Bonny/Max, loki/everyone’s business, Rachel Duncan & Helena & Sarah Manning, Delphine Cormier/Cosima Niehaus, Angela | Aldrif/Sera, Mettaton & Napstablook (Undertale), Alphys & Mettaton (Undertale)
Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Original Character(s), gnostic fanfiction, enochian Codes, Keys of music, Key of See Sharp, Choose Your Own Adventure, The Gospel of The Hunted King Wren, None more goth, We can’t believe it’s not butter, We can’t believe we wrote this before we played DeltaRune, this is why we can’t have nice things, The tags on this thing are like an eldritch nightmare I’m so sorry, slaps roof of fic, you can fit so many characters in this bad boy, RPG
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I have so many smut scenes and documents in the works, jdhdjfjf, just reclaiming my smut peddler title one fic at a time
#me: reads wren and marek fucking in alternate CTS timeline#me: i need to write them boning immediately#not to mention the million bits of aspen-centric shitbag crew interactions and all the ot3 snippets#catherine’s talking again#welcome to my writeblr i write ocs fucking 24/7
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