#let the jedi have some fun colors

[varpusvaras]

It's a pretty afternoon on Coruscant, for once.

They are standing just at the entrance of the Jedi Temple, waiting for Wolffe to come out, and Fox is enjoying his moment of sunlight without having a barrier over his head, when there is something flying towards his head. In a snap, he has raised his hand and caught whatever it is.

"Nice catch!" Fox looks over to see Wolffe jogging towards them, with a small bag in his hand. He glances down at his own hand and to whatever he had just caught.

It's a fruit of some sort, round and with a very light and soft pink color.

"Souvenirs from General Koon", Wolffe says, opening the bag in his hand. "He called these Hallous and said we had to try them."

He starts to give everybody else a fruit from the bag as well. It's moments like these that Fox kind of wishes he also had a Jedi, who would call them all by their names and give out fruits and other treats. Fox isn't even sure when the last time was that he actually ate fresh food.

Everybody is taking a bite out of their fruits already, not bothering to wait until Fox gets his musings to an end. They all seem to enjoy it with smiles on their faces, so Fox takes a bite as well.

Fox hadn't thought before this that it could be possible for a food to punch him inside his mouth, but now he has to believe it. The fruit is spicy like those hot peppers in the stew that Thorn had bought in one of the first weeks of their posting, and it leaves a rough, tingling afterburn in Fox's mouth. The same afterburn follows the piece of fruit down his throat when he swallows, making him cough.

Cody, who is standing closest to him in their circle, reaches to pat him on his back.

"Don't choke", he says. "Wolffe probably doesn't want to go and tell General Koon that his fruit killed you."

Fox draws in a deep breath. He looks all of them over. Rex and Bly are still munching on on their fruits, with not one twitch in their expressions.

Fox's eyes are burning with gathering tears. He hurries to wipe them away.

Is his spice tolerance this bad? He hadn't thought so before, but...

Fox looks back at the fruit in his hands, then back at the others. They are almost done with theirs.

Fox is not going to give them any more reasons to make fun of him. They've been doing it lately more than enough, about everything they just possibly can. He takes a second bite and keeps his face still.

He's almost out of breath after the last bite, but he doesn't let it show. Thankfully nobody is pointing it out, too busy with heckling Bly at the moment because he just happened to accidentally call his General by her given name.

The burning feeling inside his mouth and throat don't leave him fully until the next day. He really, really needs to work on his spice tolerance.

---

"Oh, love", Breha is giving him a slightly concerned smile. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine", Fox manages to mumble, before he has to sneeze again. Thank Manda, he already had a tissue in his hands. His eyes and nose are burning.

Breha sighs.

"I should've made sure", she says. "You haven't really lived anywhere with this much...nature, before."

"You couldn't have known", Fox coughs. "And really, the Kaminoan's were supposed to engineer us without these kind of promblems."

"I don't think that's possible, with how many of you there are", Breha says. "Some things like this must've slipped, or happened during the gestation."

Possibly. Fox is not going to pretend that he understands anything about genetics.

Breha leaves for a moment, and Fox hears her move around the kitchenette area their living quarters have. She comes back with a steaming cup in her hands.

"The Hallous are in season in the Northern Hemisphere", she tells him, setting the cup in his hands. "They make a sweet tea blend infused with them, and it's good for your immune system."

Right. Fox guesses that something that spicy might as well burn all the nasty gunk in his airways away, so he takes a sip. He scrunches up his nose a bit from how much it burns, and Breha gives him another tissue, before getting up again.

She comes back a few minutes later with her own cup, and starts on her work while calmly sipping from it.

Fox is honestly impressed. He hadn't thought that Breha had much of a spice tolerance. Bail certainly doesn't have, and much of the traditional food of Alderaan is very mild and puts great emphasis on clean flavours. Oh, well, he learns something new every day. This all just now means that even his wife has a better spice tolerance than him by far.

He finishes his tea. It doesn't make him feel any better, as now his throat is even more scratchy than it was before. All it really does is making him even more tired, but he can't really sleep because of how hard it is to breathe.

He glances longingly out of the window. It's pretty out there, with gentle sunlight and green trees and everything in blossom, and he is allergic to all of it.

Fox grumples and closes his eyes.

---

Bail comes home the next week with a mild cold, and Fox watches him drink the tea like it's water. Alright, now this is really just embarrassing.

---

Fox tugs nervously at the collar of his suit. It's dark blue and goes together with what Breha and Bail are wearing, and he suddenly feels like he is out of his depth. Wearing the armor had given them all some sort of anonymity, even to him with his distinct paint job. It's probably going to take a while until Fox gets used to people looking at him, and looking at him without it.

It's also still strange to not be the one who is standing on guard, but to be the one who is guarded. Fox's job tonight is to stand there, look presentable, and not make a scene.

Things are still a bit...tense. There have been deglarations of peace and all that, but in many places, it still feels like one wrong move can light up everything again.

Fox can't help himself but to keep an eye out for everything that happens in the room. This is the first time after the War that Breha has travelled anywhere that is not in the Deep Core, and Fox is not going to stop himself from feeling protective of her. She is his wife, after all, and Fox has all the training necessary to keep her safe, if the situation demands it.

In the meanwhile, he tries to fullfill his primary job. Stand there, look presentable, and do not make a scene. He is still new to his position, so he is not yet expected to make some deep political statements.

Stand there, look presentable, and do not make a scene. He can do this.

Things are going well when they are served the first drinks of the evening.

"Here, Your Majesty", the server gives Breha a glass first, and then turns to Bail and Fox. "Your Highnesses. We do appreciate a lot of the same flavours as you in the Deep Core, and I think you will find this drink familiar. It's made with Hallous concentrate, to bring out the natural flavour powerfully and really make it the star of the drink."

"Thank you", Breha smiles brightly at them. "That sounds lovely."

Fox also thanks the server as he takes his glass, and does not show anything as their host gives out a speech and then a toast, and drinks with the rest of the guests. He manages to keep his face still by breathing deeply through his nose. All those years of training saving him in this moment, even if nothing what he learned while growing up was supposed to prepare him for a situation like this.

The drink is awful. Absolutely disgusting, if you ask Fox. It's so spicy that it stops tasting like anything at first, and then leaves a raw, bitter burn all the way down to his chest. His tongue feels immediately like it doesn't fit into his mouth properly anymore, pressing painfully against his back teeth. Fox really, really does not understand how every single person in the room can drink something like this and not automatically make even the slightlest of faces. Is this really just a thing he doesn't understand about people who were born into Royalty? Is it really just that much of an acquired taste, and him not liking it just shows that he really is just a nobody compared to them all?

Fox is proud of how well he managed to power through it, all of those things concidered. He tries to swallow a bit, to wash the taste out even a little, but he's barely getting his own spit down.

He sucks in a breath between his teeth. It's not reaching his lungs properly, leaving him feel weirdly unsatisfied. He tries again. It's barely getting past his lips, which feel...oddly numb. Huh. Was the spice really hitting him that bad?

Then it hits him that he can't breathe.

Fox tries to swallow again. It gets stuck somewhere at the back of his throat, the same place where all the air is getting stuck as well, and he clears his throat a bit behind his hand. It helps a little, letting him get something down to his lungs, but Fox has been choked out before and he knows when it's not enough.

It's not enough.

Sateen is with them, and he is standing closest to Fox and Bail, with Breha's own bodyguards standing next to her, and Fox, in his rising panic, sees him turn towards him.

"Fox?" Sateen asks, keeping his voice low as he steps closer and carefully grabs Fox by the arm. "Are you alright?"

Fox tries to say no, but then there is white static taking over his eyes and he vaguely feels himself pitching forward-

-and he wakes up with something heavy on his face and a rush of cool air, and he gulps it up desperately. It enters his lungs with a deep, sweet relief, and then makes him cough.

There is a hand on his forehead, large and warm and familiar. Fox has the mind to open his eyes.

The first thing he sees is Bail's extremely concerned face above him, and then somebody else's as they lean closer to him.

"Deep breaths", they say, and Fox obeys. The more air he is getting in, the more aware he is becoming of his surroundings, and that is when he notices that there is a lot of commotion all around him.

He tries to look back up at Bail, to ask what is going on, but the other person telling him to breathe is really insistent of him doing just that and not talking, so Fox relents just for a moment longer.

He does glance around from the corner of his eyes, though. The whole room is in absolute chaos, with people shouting and screaming in a rising cacophony, and with multiple Guards in different uniforms trying to contain it all with seemingly very, very bad results.

The people leaning over him are talking something about oxygen levels and adrenaline and blood pressure and a lot more that Fox doesn't have the capacity to understand right now, so he just breathes.

He does feel a sense of disappointment in himself. His job had literally been just to stand there, look presentable and not cause a scene.

He isn't standing, most likely doesn't look presentable while lying on the floor, and this definitely counts as a scene.

Fox presses his eyes back shut. Just his luck.

---

Rex: I can't believe that you out of all of us managed to almost cause a full blown conflict because everybody thought you were poisoned, while you were just having an allergy attack

Rex: I thought that was a thing only Skywalker and General Kenobi were able to do

Fox: Shut up

Bly: No, no, really. You really couldn't tell that you were allergic to that stuff? You've seen all of us eat them with no problems!

Fox: You guys are all a bunch of weirdos, how was I supposed to know that you all didn't just enjoy eating shit like that?

Wolffe: Next time you see us eating something without problems while you are actively choking on it because it tastes like molten lava to you, please call us a bunch of weirdos out loud. That could save the Galaxy in the future, apparently

Fox: Cody, Ponds, they are bullying me. I almost died!

Ponds: and almost caused another conflict while doing so

Cody: Stop it, everyone. We're glad that you're okay, Fox'ika

Fox: Thank you. At least somebody here still loves me

Cody: BUT, there is a saying Obi-Wan used to say-

Fox shuts down his commlink at that point. Bail gives him a sympathetic look from the chair next to Fox's bed.

"Are they making fun of you?" He asks.

"Of course they are", Fox huffs, and then resists another urge to just reach to his back and scratch. "I almost died and I'm suffering and they're making fun of me."

Bail takes his hand gently to his.

"I'm not making fun of you", he says, with humour in his voice but enough soft love in his eyes that Fox lets it be for now.

"Thank you", Fox says, squeezing Bail's hand. Partly to show back affection, partly to stop himself from giving into the urge to scratch. "How long do I have left?"

Bail looks at his chrono.

"Another hour", he says. "I'm sorry. We just want to make sure this doesn't happen again."

"It's fine", Fox sighs. "I would rather it doesn't happen again, either, but why does testing for allergens take so long?"

"That, I do not know", Bail says. He then straightens up a bit to take a look at Fox's back.

Fox sees the grimace on his face, even though Bail tries his hardest to wipe it away quickly.

"I'm karked, aren't I?" Fox asks.

"Well, I wouldn't say so", Bail tries to smile placatingly at him. "I'm sure it's completely normal for it to look like that."

He, very wisely, understands to shut up after the next look Fox gives him.

#fox our allergy queen #born in a bubble served with a respirator almost 24/7 on his face #they tried to erase the nature from him but the nature fought back #unfortunately the nature also decided to fight him as well WHELP #based on the conversation Kenzi and I had last night because same Fox same #this literally just fox going why is it spicy for the whole ficlet #sw #tcw #commander fox #breha organa #bail organa #bail/breha/fox #commander cody #commander wolffe #commander bly #commander ponds #captain rex #my writing #ficlets

[starlazergazer]

Through the Looking Glass

Pairing: Anakin x Reader / some Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Anakin and the reader stumble into the MCU where they meet peter parker (other MCU Y/N’s boyfriend) who is so relieved to see her he kisses her sending Anakin into a jealous rage. Queue extra possessive/protective jealous Anakin

Warnings: Some swearing, jealous Anakin

Word Count: 6K

A/N: Not gonna lie I’m not sure where in Marvels timeline this takes place (maybe just before infinity war? Maybe?) I just wrote in the characters I wanted. Had a lot of fun creating a cute little love story for the reader and peter so I hope you enjoy that!

 You tried to force calm breaths. Tried to ignore the way everyone in the room was wearing clothing unlike you had ever seen before, sitting on furniture unlike you had ever seen before, in front of a window that bore a skyline unlike anything you had ever seen before.

But no, there was an explanation for this, there were thousands of planets in the galaxy, each one completely different, it wasn’t unusual to stumble across something you weren’t familiar with.

But still that didn’t change the feeling of wrongness that settled in your gut, didn’t change the fact that the glowing circle you and Anakin had stumbled through somehow seemed to have changed everything about the environment, didn’t change the fact that each person in this room was looking at you with wide eyes and slightly opened mouths.

That was another thing of note, they were all looking at you, not Anakin. He got little more than a passing glance, but just you, the moment you stumbled through whatever the glowing circle had been every eye had been glued to you.

Apparently this was something you weren’t alone in noticing.

Anakin was in front of you the second his own shock broke, hand already on his saber as he surveyed the large group in front of you suspiciously, waiting to see who would make the first move.

Every member of the group before you reacted together, each dropping into their own fighting stance, eyes finally breaking from you to Anakin.

The entire room had been pushed to the edge, the slightest movement from either side could send you over and into chaos. Anakin was a good fighter and you worked well by his side but there’s no way you could take on this many people, though something inside you told you that you didn’t want to either.

Hesitantly you stepped forward, placing a hand on Anakin’s shoulder to pull him back softly, whispering to him “stand down”. And though he didn’t necessarily listen to you, he did back up slightly, letting you take the lead.

“Hi I’m Y/N” you introduced yourself awkwardly with a small wave, trying to make yourself seem as non-threatening as possible “knight of the jedi order, do any of you have any idea where we are right now?”

A dozen eyes scattered around the room, making confused, worried glances at one another before eventually all turning to look at one man with tinted colored glasses and a goatee off to the side, a man that had an expression you could only describe as sorrowful.

“We’re going to have to warn the kid” was all the man said with a sigh, eyes finally breaking from you to meet the groups gaze.

“What’s going on?” A sad, broken voice fighting to stay upbeat spoke from behind the group and you watched every member go stiff, wide eyes split between staring at you and looking back behind them.

It was like a bubble pushing through the crowd, each person moving slightly to give the man at the back room as he slowly slipped through them. A call came seconds before he emerged, a small halfhearted “kid wait” before he appeared to you, a man roughly your age in a bright red and blue suit.

As soon as he escaped the group his eyes fell on you and you watched him freeze in place, his mouth falling open ever so slightly.

His face was covered in cuts working to heal, lines of dark red dried blood and deep purple bruises littered his figure, a state of being you were more than used to inhabiting. But he had a glossy sheen over his eyes as he looked at you and you could feel it had nothing to do with his injuries.

“Y/N?”

And it wasn’t just that he knew your name somehow but the way that he seemed to choke on it, you had the feeling that he knew not just your name but truly knew you.

“Kid” another soft call, a hand immerging and pulling back his shoulder that he brushed off no problem, his eyes never leaving you.

And you were so caught up in the arrival of this mystery man, so shocked by his reaction to seeing you, that you didn’t even comprehend the fact that he was approaching you, moving across the room faster than you had thought possible.

Long fingers traced their way below your ears, tangling themselves in your hair as thumbs rested naturally on your temples. And there was something strangely familiar about this action, something oddly comforting in a world where nothing seemed to make sense.

His lips were planted on yours before you could even think to object, your eyes fluttering closed more on instinct than anything. And his kiss was so desperate, so passionate, so…so brief.

Suddenly he was being ripped away from you, fingers tangling in your hair for a second as they were forced back roughly. Then the only thing you could focus on was the familiar sound of a lightsaber activating, a blue hue taking over your previously black vision behind your eyelids.

Opening your eyes you saw Anakin standing protectively in front of you, saber drawn and held up in front of him. The man who seemed to know you was sprawled out on his back on the floor, staring daggers up at Anakin before him.

The rest of the room were raising up what you could only assume were weapons, all pointed directly at Anakin and you knew you had to do something, knew at the very least they didn’t seem eager to hurt you.

“Ani stop” you cried out, pulling him back with his arm, taking a stepin front of him in turn, trying to ignore the sad broken voice that repeated your words in a confused whisper from the floor, “they clearly know as little about what’s going on as we do”

“Because that was clearly the actions of a guy who doesn’t know you” the anger in Anakin’s voice clearly wasn’t helping to calm the rest of the room, nor the way he waved his saber in the guy’s direction.

“Anakin” you hissed back at him, a hand coming up to his, pushing his saber down until he was forced to shut it off, the entire room visibly relaxing at its disappearance.

You could feel the way his chest heaved with every deep breath, his eyes glaring daggers at every person in the room as he fought to take a step forward in front of you again, you effectively stopping him with a hand on his chest.

“Y/N?” Again there was that voice, a sad, confused voice calling out to you, the man pushing himself up to his feet before you, a hand almost instinctively coming up to reach out to you “what’s going on?”

Anakin was pushing forward at the same time, a growl slipping from his lips though you had him silenced with a glare and a raised brow, daring him to push you any further.

“I don’t think that’s Y/N kid” a man from the group spoke up.

His words had the man before you shaking his head “No I-“

You cut him off before the conversation could get any more confusing for you “My name is Y/N” you insisted, forcing your eyes away from the man before you to the rest of the group “and I need someone to explain what is happening right now”

The group before you sent worried glances to one another, a silent conversation you were not privy to taking place before your eyes. Instead, your attention was drawn back to the man before you as he placed a hand on your shoulder, an action that had Anakin pressing forward into the palm of your hand once again.

“Baby what’s going on?” and he said it with such concern, such sincerity, that for a second you believed that there was something wrong with you, that you were meant to have known him all along.

But it only lasted for a second before Anakin was between the two of you, roughly pushing the man back from you, getting in his face as he spoke “I’d keep my hands to myself if I were you spider boy”

The man was already rearing back on Anakin, his hand coming up before him with fingers in a weird configuration before a hand wrapped in shiny red armor caught his wrist, effectively stopping him.

Immediately you were pushing yourself between them, two hands coming up to Anakin’s chest to push him back, not missing the way his eyes never left the mystery man’s figure.

“You cannot keep starting fights here” you hissed at him, putting your weight behind your next push, sending Anakin staggering back a few steps.

“I’m not the one starting fights” he insisted, a hand pointing angrily at the mystery man behind you.

“You are” you objected, forcing his gaze back to yours with a small push “and I need you to chill out”

His clenched his jaw angrily as he stared down at you, arms crossing in front of his chest defensively “I am being chill”

You let out a strained chuckle, raising an eyebrow at him “really this is chill? Then why don’t you work on being chill in the corner while I figure out what’s going on here”

“I’m not leaving you alone with him” he spat, eyes going over your shoulder to the stranger behind you who was apparently having a very similar argument as you.

“Why don’t you sit this one out kid” you heard from over you shoulder, the familiar sad voice desperately interjecting quickly. “But Mr. Stark-“

“Well it looks like he won’t be there for this either so you can both sit this one out” you hummed back at Anakin with a triumphant smirk on your face, watching him sputter as he tried to come up with his next excuse.

“I’m not leaving you alone with the rest of them!”

“I can handle myself” you rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest “besides they seem to know who I am they won’t hurt me”

“Yeah they seem to know who you are a little too much” he groaned, eyes casting back over your shoulder.

“Ani” you called his attention back to you with a small sigh, reaching out to take his hand and give it a small squeeze, trying to be as reassuring as possible, fighting down your rapidly growing annoyance “look I want to get home as much as you do, they’ll be more inclined to speak with me if you aren’t there”

“You don’t know that” he groaned, practically begging you to drop it.

“I think we both do” you sighed, casting a glance behind you to see the stranger in the blue and red suit being led away down a hallway, eyes glued to you the whole time “just give me a few minutes, okay?”

He sighed, watching the man be led away, looking back over the group to see their attention torn between you and the kid, confusion and worry etched into every expression “fine, a few minutes, but you’re staying in my sight line”

With a small chuckle you gave his hand a soft squeeze, ushering him to a seat in the corner with your eyes before finally making your way over to the group only to see them all already watching you.

“I’m sorry about him” you apologized awkwardly, noting the way they all seemed to glare at Anakin, a look he was more than eager to return from across the room “today’s been a lot”

The group seemed to ignore your apology completely, Mr. Stark instead talking to seemingly nobody “Friday-“

“Already on it sir” a voice seemed to speak from the room itself, putting you naturally on the defensive as you searched the ceiling for its source. “Vitals are normal, heart rate slightly elevated but that is to be expected, she seems healthy sir”

Grave looks were shared amongst the group only furthering your confusion. “Was that voice talking about me?”

Again your question seemed to fall on deaf ears, a silent conversation occurring before your eyes once again before Mr. Stark spoke up. “Okay kid why don’t you tell me what you remember”

And you felt yourself start to grow frustrated at the statement, at the condescending tone, at the implication that the issue laid entirely within your own head. “Look I don’t care what you all think you know but you definitely don’t know me. I have never met any of you before in my life” you could feel Anakin shifting to his feet at the sound of your raised voice from across the room, forcing yourself to take a deep breath and lower it you showed him a small open hand, telling him to stand down “all I know is this morning Anakin and I were on a mission like normal and this spinning yellow portal appears out of nowhere, we step through it and now we’re here”

They all seemed to perk up at that, all eyes going to the man off to the right in the weird blue robes, “Strange what does she mean yellow spinning portal”

“I’m not sure” the man spoke with deeply furrowed brows, eyes casting downward in thought “I certainly didn’t do that, besides with her having a completely different set of memories that can only mean one thing and we haven’t figured out how to do that yet”

“Yes but spinning yellow portals are your thing” Mr. Stark spoke up, anger and frustration edging into his voice as he did before you cut him off.

“Hold on no” you held your hands up, effectively silencing them all “I’m sick of everyone in this room knowing more about this than me. Someone explain now”

Hesitant looks were shared before each set of eyes slowly started to fall on the same man, a sigh escaping Mr. Stark before he spoke “how much do you know about the multiverse theory?”

-

You took a deep breath as you stood just inside the open door you had been directed to.

It didn’t occur to you that you didn’t know what to say until you were standing in the doorway, it didn’t occur to you till then that maybe Anakin was right and you weren’t the person he would want to talk to now, all you knew was that you wanted to be there for him, in whatever way you could.

His gaze connected with yours the minute you walked in, you unable to focus on anything but his slightly red, puffy eyes, barely even noticing Mr. Stark’s quiet “I’ll give you guys a moment” before he slipped past you out the door.

Peter’s eyes never strayed from yours.

“So…” he prompted somewhat awkwardly, breaking a silence you hadn’t realized had been going on for too long until that moment “you’re not actually Y/N then”

“I-uh-well” the words stumbled out, forcing a small chuckle to your voice to try and ease the tension.

“Right” he chuckled back, eyes casting down to his hands “just not my Y/N”

“yeah” you sighed softly, wrapping your arms around yourself “I’m sorry about that”

His laugh felt slightly more genuine this time, eyes casting back up to meet yours with a soft, almost sad smile “you’ve got nothing to apologize for” he assured you “if anything I should be-“ and his sentence died in his throat, his eyes going slightly wide as a hand rose to run anxiously through his hair “oh my god I kissed you”

And this time your laugh was more genuine, immediately shaking your head softly “yeah no worries tho-“

Peter immediately cut you off, zero indication that he had even heard you “Y/N I am so sorry I didn’t know it wasn’t you, or that it was you? I don’t know. Either way-“ he was rambling quickly, working himself up into a frantic pace.

So you reacted without thinking, walking up to him and grabbing his forearm, physically pulling his attention to you “Peter stop, it’s fine”

He froze beneath your touch, eyes going immediately to your hand, mouth falling open ever so slightly at the action. It was only then that you realized your mistake, your eyes going wide as you started to let go “I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-“

His reflexes were quick, his hand coming up to stop yours from moving before you could let go, resting for a brief moment on top of your own before he spoke “no it’s okay I-“ and he paused, a breathy laugh escaping before he finished “I can’t decide if this is helping or hurting more”

A sad smile grew on your face in response, giving his arm a soft squeeze “I understand, just let me know if you figure it out yeah?”

“Yeah” he chuckled back, eyes coming up to meet yours “it’s weird you’re so much like her”

An awkward clearing of a throat startled the two of you, Peter instinctually jumping back from you, your hand dropping from his in response as you looked to the source of the noise, Anakin brooding in the doorway.

“Am I interrupting?” he asked in a tone that told you he really didn’t care if he was.

“uhhh” you looked to Peter who stared back at you with wide eyes, the memory of Anakin pushing him off of you no doubt fresh in his mind “no, no you’re not. What’s up?”

“Tony’s set aside some rooms for us and I know you haven’t slept in far too long” he pointed back behind him, pointedly only looking at you, avoiding all eye contact with Peter.

You in turn turned back to the man, sending him a silent question with your expression that he picked up on no problem “Yeah go ahead I’m good” he shrugged you off with a forced smile.

“Are you sure?” you asked him, not liking the idea of leaving him alone quite yet.

“Yeah” and this time you saw his smile reach his eyes, only a bit but enough to make you feel somewhat better “go get some sleep Y/N”

So, slowly you conceded, working your way back across the room to Anakin, his hand immediately going to the small of your back as he stepped aside to let you out, ushering you softly further down the hall without another word.

-

You couldn’t sleep. Not that that should have been a surprise given the day you’ve had but it still sucked staring at the ceiling for hours on end. So you decided to change that, getting up you pulled on a sweatshirt you were given to borrow and crept out of your room planning to take a walk around the tower.

Taking a few random turns with no real care as to where you ended up you eventually found a light at the end of a hallway, soft clinks of a metal spoon against a bowl drawing you closer to find none other than Peter hunched over the kitchen island eating.

“Hey” you called out softly, not wanting to sneak up on the poor guy “what’re you doing up?”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he started to answer “I could ask you-“ but his words died in his throat as his gaze came up to meet yours, freezing mid-sentence the second he laid eyes on you.

And immediately you were cursing yourself for saying anything in the first place, he was trying to be alone, probably worrying about his girlfriend, he didn’t need the living embodiment of her sneaking up on him now. “Sorry I shouldn’t have-“  you were apologizing quickly, starting to back out of the room before he stopped you.

“No wait-“ he called out, halting you in place “It’s just-you’re uh-you’re wearing my sweatshirt” he stumbled out, pointedly avoiding eye contact as you did so.

Your eyes went wide at his words, looking down at the sweatshirt you hadn’t thought twice about throwing on before you left “I’m so sorry it was given to me in a pile of clothes they said I could borrow I can-“ and you were already starting to take it off, getting one arm out of the sleeve before Peter stopped you with a small laugh.

“No no keep it” he assured you with a smile, looking down into his bowl as he said his next words a lot softer “It’s always looked better on you”

And even though you knew you weren’t really the person he was talking about a heat still rose to your cheeks that had you grinning at the floor to keep him from noticing. “Whatcha got there?”

“Ice cream” he answered you with a soft smile as you approached the other side of the island, taking one of the chairs. “My Y/N and I have this unspoken agreement that if either of us is having a bad day we meet late at night for junk food”

And you liked the way he talked about her, the fondness in his voice, the small smile on his lips, the way he never really seemed to focus on anything else in the room as he told the story, fully enwrapped in the memory of it.

“Is it good? The ice cream?” you asked, nodding vaguely to the bowl as you rested your chin in your palm.

“Of course it’s good” he laughed with a soft shake of his head “it’s ice cream how could it not be”

“I’ve never had it” you giggled back at him, peering curiously at the brown sludge that inhabited his bowl.

“What how can you-“ and suddenly he paused, eyes going wide as he looked up at you, dropping the spoon into the bowl “do you not have ice cream in your universe?”

And you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, unable to do more than shake your head in answer.

“Unacceptable” he declared, grabbing his bowl and dashing around the island to sit next to you, pushing his bowl in front of you “you have to try this”

“I feel like you’re hyping this up way too much” you shook your head at him with a smile while nonetheless taking the spoon.

“Alright lets see you say that after taking a bite” he challenged you and you tried to ignore the way his knees so casually bumped into yours as he sat next to you, the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you so eager to hear what you had to say, to see your reaction. You could certainly see why another version of you would’ve fallen for him.

Appeasing Peter you took a bite of the incredibly cold concoction and the second it hit your tongue your eyes went wide, “holy shit”

“Right” Peter laughed, leaning back in his chair in triumph.

“Its so soft and creamy and sweet” you gushed, eagerly taking a second bite without thinking “why would you eat anything else?”

Peter chuckled back in amusement at you, leaning forward to steal the spoon when you finally let it go, keeping the bowl in front of you but stealing a bite for himself “just wait, tomorrow I’ll take you to get pizza”

“I’d like that” you nodded eagerly, taking the spoon back from him as a silence fell over the two of you.

It wasn’t a tense or awkward silence, but it wasn’t exactly a comfortable silence either. The silence of strangers with no real idea how to navigate the conversation going forward.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked him hesitantly, not missing the way his gaze shifted to the distance, avoiding you as much as possible.

“I mean, can you blame me?” he asked softly, crossing his arms over his chest with a sigh.

“For what it’s worth” you offered softly, pulling his gaze back to you with your words as you leaned forward slightly “if Dr. Strange is right and your Y/N just switched places with me then she is in very good hands”

“Yeah?” he asked with a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

You nodded to reassure him, leaning forward to rest your forearms on the countertop “Yeah. Before Anakin and I came through that spinning portal thing we were on a mission with Master Obi-wan Kenobi and Captain Rex. Obi-wan basically raised me and there is no one I trust more to have my back in a fight than Rex.” You said honestly “there’s no doubt in my mind they’ll have her back”

Peter nodded at your words, eyes casting back across the kitchen as he mulled them over, and you sincerely hoped he found at least some comfort in them.

“You on the other hand” you poked him in the side playfully as you stood, earning at least a small chuckle from him “you look like shit. Get some sleep Peter”

“I’ll try” he assured you softly, not looking your way as you stood up and headed for the door before calling you back, spinning in his chair to look at you now by the door “Hey Y/N…thank you”

You smiled softly back at the boy, giving him a soft nod “You’re welcome Peter” and that was it before you slipped from the kitchen and started heading back to your room, hesitating when you noticed a figure sitting just outside of your door, a very familiar figure with his back leaned against it.

“Ani what’re you doing?” you asked with a soft chuckle, still in a rather warm and fuzzy mood after your talk with Peter

“couldn’t sleep” he shrugged, his tone cold and icy as he stared back up at you “figured you probably couldn’t either so I came to keep you company”

You chose to ignore his tone, chose to chalk it up to him being tired, to it being a long day, and started to tell him about this great new food you had just discovered, when his next question spoiled any good mood you had that night.

“How was you’re ice cream with Peter?”

And it wasn’t the question that set you off, rather the way he said it, the way he seemed to spit it at your feet, as if you were somehow betraying him by comforting a man who’s girlfriend is actively missing.

“Have a good night Anakin” you spat back, shoving him to the side with your leg as you stepped around him to get into your room planning to shut the door in his face when his next question stopped you.

“You know you’re not his girlfriend right?”

And you decided then that you have had it with his attitude this entire time. Besides it’s not like you were getting any sleep tonight anyways. Holding open the door you ushered him inside, “get in here”

He raised an eyebrow at you in response, clearly not expecting any more than a door slammed in his face.

“I’m not fighting with you in the hallway while everyone else is asleep so get in here” you grunted, stepping aside to allow him in before shutting the door securely behind him.

Anakin did nothing but stare down at you, eyebrows drawn in confusion as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, waiting for you to speak first. You weren’t aware that was something angry Anakin knew how to do.

“Alright I get it” you spat at him, trying your best to avoid working yourself up even further, trying to keep your voice low “you’re mad that we ended up in an entirely different universe”

“That’s not-“ Anakin tried to interrupt but you silenced him with a glare, silently daring him to interrupt you any further.

“You’re mad that we have no way of getting home, you’re mad we’re stuck here with no idea as to what is going on, but you do not get to take it out on me”

“That’s not what-“ Anakin tried again but you cut him off

“That’s exactly what you’re doing” You insisted with a raised brow “every second you are over top of me, complaining every time I try to talk with the other people here about what is going on, and maker forbid I try and have just a normal conversation with any of them to try and lighten the mood. I am just trying to get us out of here and you are actively making that more difficult with every step”

Silence fell briefly as Anakin took in your words, shaking his head softly with a sigh before running a tired hand over his face “I’m not mad about any of that”

You raised a brow at him “then what are you mad about”

And for whatever reason that question seemed to shut him up. Anakin’s mouth opening and closing multiple times as he tried to think of what to say, his eyes bouncing down to your shirt multiple times before he sighed, his hand dramatically coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose “can you at least take off his sweatshirt while we do this?”

Rolling your eyes back in response you slipped out of the sweatshirt without a word, dramatically tossing it onto the floor, raising your eyebrows back at him inviting him to continue.

He let out a deep breath once you took it off, giving you a small nod before thanking you awkwardly, another brief silence passing between the two of you before he finally answered your question “I’m mad at Peter”

You sighed at his ridiculous response, slumping back against the wall behind you as you spoke “why are you mad a Peter?”  

“Because he’s in love with you” his answer came quick with no hesitation, his own eyes boring straight into yours as he said it making you furrow your brows.

“Peter is not in love with me he’s in love with a different universe’s me” you reminded him.

“That doesn’t really count right now and you know it” he insisted, holding up a finger the minute you started to object “not with that kiss he gave you right after we arrived, not with the longing looks he sends your way whenever you’re in the same room, and definitely not when he’s flirting with you at 3 in the morning over ice cream, whatever that is”

“It’s actually very delicious-“ You muttered under your breath, half hoping he wouldn’t even hear you

“that’s not the point at you know it” he raised his brows at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Then what is the point?” You challenged him, crossing your own arms to mirror him “he misses his girlfriend who I happen to be exceptionally similar to in basically every way, so what?”

“So you’re not his girlfriend” he pointed out “you are notably an entirely different person than his girlfriend”

“Again so what?” you demanded “He’s sad, I offer some comfort, that is the extent of our relationship so, so what Anakin?”

“So what happens when we go back to our universe?” he asked, his voice peaking up in anger “what happens when it’s time for you to say goodbye to Peter. I heard your conversation in the kitchen, I see the way you blush around him. Are you going to be able to say goodbye to him?”

You scoffed at him “oh so this is all out of concern for me then Ani? You’re so concerned that when we figure everything out Peter’s going to break my heart or whatever?” You raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him to correct you.

He took a deep breath before doubling down “I’m just trying to look out for you-“

“Bullshit” you interrupted “tell me the real reason”

“That is the real-“

“Tell me the-“

“Because he looks at you the way that I look at you”

His sudden outburst caught you off guard, your posture subconsciously straightening as you furrowed your brows at him, waiting silently for him to continue.

Anakin seemed almost as surprised by his own words as you did, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as his mind scrambled for the next thing to say, opting instead to just lay his cards on the table.

“He looks at you the same way I have looked at you since we were eleven and less than 24 hours later you’re wearing his clothes and he’s calling you beautiful while you blush at the floor and it kills me”

You mouth hung open slightly at his words, your brain struggling to wrap itself around all of this new information. “Ani I-“

“No” he sighed, cutting you off as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his elbows going to his knees “I-“ and he paused, struggling for a moment for the right words “you don’t have to feel the same way, I know I’m not entitled to anything from you, you don’t even have to say anything right now if you don’t want to but you wanted to know why I was so angry and that’s it.” He chuckled bitterly, shaking his head softly “Because Peter somehow has everything I want with two different versions of you”

“Ani” you couldn’t help but chuckle back, moving across the room to sit down next to him “I don’t like Peter like that”

“Yeah?” he asked, sending a skeptical look back your way that had a soft smile playing at your lips.

“I don’t even know the guy how could I?” you shook your head, slowly leaning forward so your posture was in line with his “Besides there’s already someone else”

He raised a brow in your direction, wordlessly waiting for an explanation.

“A guy I grew up with” you started slowly, reaching around to loop your arm into his, fingers stretching out to intertwine with his own “A guy who used to let me win in lightsaber duals because he knew it made me feel better, who always managed to make me laugh no matter what mood I was in, and who has the unique ability to make the already terrible experience of being inexplicably transported to another universe even worse by throwing a temper tantrum.”

Finally moving your gaze up you were immediately met with Anakin’s already on you, a soft smile on his lips “a temper tantrum huh?”

“Yes a temper tantruem” you chuckled softly back to him “that’s the best way I can think to describe it”

He shook his head softly as he bumped your shoulder playfully, turning more fully to face you “well I think he sounds pretty great you should tell me more”

You laughed at that but played along, turning to face him in response “well for a guy who claims to have been looking at me since we were eleven he’s pretty oblivious, and…” you drew out the end of your sentence, reaching a hand up to grab at his chin giving his face a few turns “I guess you could say he’s pretty handsome”

“And..” he prompted with a smug smile making you roll your eyes.

“And he doesn’t know when to quit” you muttered, already pulling his face down to yours.

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Wingman

“Bradley! Bradley, come on—you like peanut butter and jelly, remember?” 

The edge of the divided alphabet plate is mere inches from nose diving off the table, threatening a mess of sticky Peter Pan and strawberry jelly on what appears to be bright-and-shiny, freshly waxed linoleum.

Locked in a staring contest with the curlicue of a five-year-old your best friend Nick Bradshaw has entrusted you with, your heart is hammering harder than you ever remember in your short lifespan. 

Feet frozen in place, your hand is extended as if somehow you’ve managed to become some kind of Jedi. Attempting to force-control Bradley Bradshaw into cooperation failed, the burp of skin on plastic is nearly deafening as his fat little finger skips across the table, flicking at the separated plate you’d set in front of him moments ago. 

“B!” The high pitch of your voice matches the heart jumping behind your ribs–never in your adult life would you have dreamed to ever be so worried about a sandwich, “please—eat your lunch, ok? Your daddy says you like PB and J,” 

Time seems to stand still. Exhausted, blood pumping hard through your ears, you feel like you’ve wrestled a bull the entire afternoon. Or maybe a Tasmanian devil. Bradley has been nothing but a high-strung ball of energy since you sent Nick and Carole off for their afternoon, insisting that things would be fine. 

In hindsight, maybe you should’ve heeded Carole’s warning of letting Bradley play outside a few hours before lunch. “He gets so cooped up and off the rails if you take him out and let him burn through some of that after-nap energy,” the gall of the woman to actually laugh, “He’s super into Indiana Jones, and you’ll be a great sub in my absence as the damsel in distress.”

But Bradley hadn’t wanted to play outside today. He’d wanted to play dinosaurs in his room with his little green army men, and together you’d both had a blast decimating Sarge and his unit with Tom the T-Rex. Blithely unaware of the gorgeous day outside and its 90 degree sunshine, A/C had been an appreciated alternative. At the time. 

 But now? You were going to either kill Nick’s kid, or die of exhaustion—whichever came first. 

Bradley had started acting up about an hour ago, when he refused to clean up the toys in his room. An all-out hissy fit had transpired as Tom the T-Rex had been violently thrown out the bedroom door, hitting the wall with a thunk. 

Feeling sorry for Tom, and staring with popped brows of surprise as Bradley screamed in his bedroom, very quickly your ovaries had shrank into near non-existence at the idea of someday willing choosing this for yourself. 

“Pizza!” He shrieks, arms flapping in tantrum like some kind of pterodactyl, which ironically matches the dinosaur on the t-shirt underneath his overalls, “I want pizza!” His little high-pitched boy voice is ringing off the walls of the military housing unit as his bottom lip begins to quiver. 

Crocodile tears well up in his soft brown eyes, angry color flaring on his chubby cheeks as he gives the plate one final shove, glaring at it like it has committed a grave offense. 

Flinching as the plastic rattles to the linoleum, you puff out a dramatic sigh and scrub your face with your be-jeweled fingers, the cool rings doing little to tame the heat fanning across the bridge of your nose. Your heart has stopped throbbing in worry over the thoroughly dead sandwich, pulse returning to some kind of normal between your ears. 

Gnawing at your bottom lip in defeat, you eyeball the splattered peanut butter and jelly and brea. It’s flattened and thoroughly stuck to the floor as Bradley leans over the side of his booster to look at his handiwork. Blinking at it, he looks back to you without even missing a beat, before grabbing the Flintstone cup of milk and taking a long swig. 

“Pizza,” you mutter with a roll of your eyes, crossing to the head of the table. “You win, kiddo. Pizza it is.” You’ve never felt more defeat in your life, which is really saying something, because the taste of second place is something you’re all too familiar with being friends with Nick Bradshaw and his motley crew of stick jockey aviators. 

Grabbing your purse, you retrieve your wallet and march to the phone mounted on the wall. Spinning the numbers, you order a pizza for yourself and the Bradshaw demon now absolutely adorably singing a song he must’ve picked up from his father, and hung up after the deadbeat clerk monotoned a goodbye. 

Plunking down in a chair, your elbows hit the table and cradle your head as you sigh out a breath from the base of your gut. A headache is starting to bloom behind your eyes, and sweat is beading down the length of your spine, drawing your t-shirt and jeans to your skin in the most unpleasant way possible.

Toes curling against the linoleum in an effort to release tension, Bradley begins singing his ABCs in the cutest way possible. 

You jump when the phone releases a shrill shriek across the kitchen. For a minute your mind jogs, trying to remember if Carole had asked you to take any calls.

Nick had told you to go ahead and use the phone for anything you may need—slipping out of the chair, you slide across the floor in your socks and pluck it off the receiver, cradling it between your clavicle and ear. 

“Bradshaw house,” you sing into the line. Bradley is pushing himself out from the table, scrambling out of the booster to race up the stairs, shrieking for his stuffed animal dog that you have since learned is named Bongo. Covering the receiver, you call for Bradley to please come back downstairs before returning to the call, “How can I help?” 

“Sounds like you’re having fun, sweetheart.” 

Heart slamming to an all-stop in your chest, you inhale a sharp breath. A surprised squeaks managed past your strangled vocal chords, and heat jumping into your blood is immediate.

Replaying his words through your mind, you imagine him leaning through the doorway of the barracks, phone in hand, dragging the cord along as he talks to you. 

Tom Kazanksy has always been a pacer when it comes to talking on the phone. It’s something you learned from Nick himself, who has told you numerous times that Iceman can’t keep it together when he’s on a call. Especially with you.

Goose was practically ass-over-tea kettle about this, Ice glaring at him behind his aviators as you’d given him a goofy grin, picturing the idea as nothing short of hilarious. 

The man as cold as ice, tethered by a phone cord every time he picked up the receiver. It was laughable. Actually hilarious. Ice was many things—poised, cool, calculative in ways that were nearly frightening. He seemed far too collected to be the kind that walks when he’s on the phone—that’s your thing.

Fidgeting is a quirk of yours that simultaneously amuses and drives Ice up the wall, which seems counterproductive. 

But like many things about Iceman Kazansky, there’s a lot that doesn’t make sense. 

Keeping you on your toes is just one of the many things that makes your relationship with Kazansky interesting. He’s the ying to your yang, the cool to your hot. You’re wound tighter than a frickin’ Rolex, and Tom is as smooth as butter in every way that counts.

He’s excelling in his career, making the right decisions, drawing the right attention—and you’re stalled out working at the local garage, tinkering on whatever junk manages to hit the pavement. 

Quiet and reserved, Ice is the epitome of charm and elegance. You’re basically the wild card in life’s chaotic game of Uno, forever handing your boyfriend a draw 25 of every crazy thing your life may hand him.

Honestly, how the two of you make it work is unbelievable—you’ve been dating for eight months. You were sure any day Ice would wake up from the hellish nightmare that is your crazy life and leave you, but he'd only seemed locked in for good. 

Fairly certain that meeting your parents in NOLA would be the straw that broke the camel’s back, you were dead surprised when Ice had told you he actually loved your family. Your father had done nothing but interrogate the man like a dog with a bone about his career, his plans—all the kills his fancy rank boasted.

And mama? Oh, boy. She’d fussed over him to no end, insisting his skinny ass needed plumped up before your return at Christmas. 

“What are they feeding him in California, sweetie? Look at that waist! I could snap him in two. Make sure you feed ‘im good—the way to a man’s heart is through his gut, after all.” 

Your mother didn’t understand that you didn’t live together, weren’t cooking for Ice, and could take no responsibility for his eating habits. She’d just pooh-pooh’d your entire protest away, promising to send you both home with grocery money and a few recipes for your box.

You’d stuck them to the fridge with a magnet, Ice just chuckling at your mumble that your parents were the most embarrassing life-givers on the entire planet. 

Arms snaked around your wrist, chin on your shoulder, he’d rocked you back and forth on his feet while smiling at the recipes now stuck on the front of your Frigidaire.

“I like your parents, my love. They’re….sweet?” The word was so foreign from him, it had made you snort. 

“Overbearing and nosy, but thanks for playing,” you’d shook your head and lazily hung your hands from his thick forearms crossing over your chest, “I can’t wait to meet your folks, Ice. Your mom seems so amazing.” 

“You’re talking to my mom?” 

Laughing, “Of course I am! You gave me their number, silly.” 

“I gave you my parents’ number for when I’m there, princess. I didn’t expect you to cultivate a relationship with Admiral Kazanksy’s wife.” Pressing a heavy kiss to your jaw, the blonde stubble on his cheek was divine as it brushed against the apple of yours. 

Giggling in his embrace, your nose scrunches up as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. “Careful there, Tommy. Mrs. Admiral Kazansky kinda has a nice ring to it.” 

His eyes had never sparkled so richly as they had that day in your kitchen, catching the insinuation you’d thrown in your little universe. Ice is everything you are not in the way that he is as unreadable as a blank page, whereas you’re easy reading, like phonebook. It goes with his graceful stoicism, his quiet demeanor. 

Which is maybe why the two of you work. He balances you out, reigns you in when necessary but loves your unbridled fire. You add color to the otherwise black-and-white pages of Tom Kazanksy’s mission dossier of life, and while you haven’t exactly figured out if that’s a plus or not—Goose, Mav, Slider and everyone else that knows him assures you that you’re the best thing that’s ever stumbled, literally, into Kazanksy’s universe. 

You smile at the muffle of voices hanging at the back of the call. Tom is obviously not alone, which amuses you to no end.

“Oh yeah, y’know how it goes, Kazansky—couldn’t be better. Goose’s kid is just the best child a babysitter could ever ask for.” The drama is not lost in your voice. 

Tom barks out a laugh, and you imagine he’s shaking his head at you. “I can imagine. Bradley is a little shit when he wants to be.” He says something to someone beyond the call before returning to the phone, “So, about tomorrow. I wanted to ask you—”

Curling the phone cord around your index finger, you check over your shoulder as a shriek erupts from the hallway. Whipping about, Bradley shoots down the stairs, suddenly naked from the waist down and missing the overalls his mother had dressed him in that morning.

Eyes popping wide, he is screaming with a Superman action figure and his father’s dog tags hanging from his neck, face twisted in a horror that you’ve only ever seen portrayed on television. 

Somehow, Bradley’s hair and shirt is wet. Which can only mean—

“Oh my gosh! Bradley! Bradley, come back—” dropping the phone and lunging for the toddler, you half remember your boyfriend is on the other end of the call, and right as Bradley races into the kitchen you grab the receiver. Scrambling to right the phone back to your ear, “Ice, I really have–” but he’s laughing. At you.

“This isn’t funny, Tom!” 

“It’s fucking hilarious, baby,” his voice is that smooth rasp that makes you shiver as he clucks a chuckle into the phone, “but hold tight. I’ll be over there in fifteen minutes,” he’s calling for someone to tell him the time before he returns. “Think you can keep the gosling alive long enough for me to get there?” 

Your eyes are shooting daggers at the wall as you sneer at nothing. “I hate you sometimes,” 

Hissing out a noise that sounds like it would be paired with a wince, his mocking, “Ouch, princess,” doesn’t match the lilt in the back of his words. “Don’t burn down the house, I’ll be right there. Hang tight, grease monkey.” He’s been calling you grease monkey since knowing you, and it’s become more of a pet name than anything. 

Unraveling, grateful help is imminent, you’re too stubborn to tell him that. Ice is good at everything, and something about watching Goose’s offspring niggles the thought that you want to be better at this than him in the back of your head. Biting the inside of your cheek, you hum suspiciously over the phone. 

 “Just get over here, Kazansky.” Dropping the phone to the receiver, you turn to rush into the living space in search of Bradley. 

You swear to God you can hear him laughing behind the door fifteen minutes later when he knocks, letting himself into the kitchen from the screen door.

Sunglasses on, dressed informally in a t-shirt and tight Wranglers, he’s got a baseball glove under his arm that he drops to the table when Bradley races to the front door, arms splayed wide upon sight. 

“Iceman!” Bradley launches himself at Ice’s legs, wrapping chunky little arms around the man’s thighs, “I didn’t know you were coming!”

He’s bouncing as Ice bends to lift him under his arms to his hip, messing the kid’s hair with his fingers.

“You gonna play ball with me, Ice?” 

Ice’s smile is genuine as the kid pops off his callsign, no sweat. “You know it, kiddo. Gotta get my favorite shortstop ready for the Phillies, right?”

Bradley’s face couldn’t be any brighter as you lean against the threshold of the living room, arms crossed over your chest as you watch Ice interact with Goose’s son.

“How have you been, Bradley?” 

“Gooooood,” the boy giggles and draws out the double-o of the word like children do, breaking off into another giggle as Ice wiggles his fingers into his soft stomach, “can we go play?” 

“Yeah, bud. Go grab your mit and we’ll toss a few,” setting Bradley to his feet, he sends the boy off with a light swat to his rear, Bradley beelining past you to whip up the stairs. He's chanting Ice’s name with childlike joy nearly bubbling out of him. 

Ice considers the state of the sandwich you still haven’t cleaned up off the floor before looking to you with a raised brow. The corner of his mouth ticks up into a light smirk as he slips the aviators off, hanging them from the collar of his t-shirt as his eyes move about the living space, easily.

You can see he’s calculating, and something shoots down your spine to ricochet off your uterus. 

Good god he’s handsome. Sexy as all get out with close-cropped blonde hair, eyes bright enough to melt steel. He can level you with nothing but a smile, make you forget your name the way he kisses you. You might as well be dead when he says your name.

Thinking through all the times he's called you his, wondering if you’ll ever get tired of it, heat in your blood blossoms to your face. You suddenly warmer than you thought possible in the A/C of Goose’s house. 

Crossing the kitchen in a few long strides, he reaches for you. Hand sliding home at your hip as you smile at him, he bridges the daylight hanging between you and shuffles your hips flush with his. Smiling at you crookedly, his eyes track yours. Reaching for a curl that’s fallen from your clip, he tucks it behind your ear. 

“Help has arrived, princess,” he teases you, low. “Holding up okay?” His voice is quiet, smoky. Dangerous.

Every one of his words hits you right in that little spot between your legs, which has not stopped aching since you laid eyes on this man eight months ago. 

“Thanks for coming over,” you coo, lips parting into a little smile. “I’m alright, just tired. Should’ve known I’d need my wingman–you should’ve been here for lunch,” nodding past his shoulder to the mess still living beside Bradley’s booster, your bottom lip rolls inward sheepishly. “Peter Pan and Smuckers crashed and burned.” Your nose scrunches up, teasingly. “I needed reinforcements.” 

He snorts a little, brow lifted knowingly. “So I gathered.” 

“You’re such a jerk,” you try not to chuckle, but that look he’s giving you makes it impossible. 

He shrugs, flippantly. “Yeah, but you like that kind of thing,“ fingers skipping down the full curve of your cheek, they anchor at your chin and tip you head back just so. “I’m here now, love.” 

Somehow your eyes just know to drop to half mast as your heart kicks up a few beats against your ribs. His head angles in that kissable way, and before you can even remember to breathe, his mouth brushes against yours tentatively, seeking out a kiss. Grabbing the front of his shirt, fingers fisting into the material, you edge him a little closer until he seals the deal, kissing you long and hard and slow. 

His other thick hand is moving to rest at the curve of your neck and shoulder, thumb delicately brushing against the column of your throat as he moans a little into your mouth. Gasping a little, you suck at his bottom lip, tongue carefully slipping between his teeth to lathe a little against his own. Suddenly the room is spinning as he’s bracing an arm against the threshold of the kitchen, backing you against the sheetrock as his hand moves to cup the curve of your cheek. 

“Ice,” you whine between his mouth moving against yours. Every nerve is on fire, and you can suddenly taste and feel nothing but his heat as it crashes against your chest. “I—” 

“Mmm,” his fingers curl into the flesh of your hip, harder if possible, and he presses his weight forward with his hips, against yours, pinning you against the sheetrock even farther. “It’s okay,” he enunciates with rough exhale, “Bradley is fine—” 

Knees basically gelatin and as if on cue,  you hear Bradley’s little feet upstairs. He’s talking to Tom the T-rex, looking for his glove before he cries for you to come upstairs. It’s painful, brushing Tom’s hand away from where it’s tracing the soft skin beneath your navel under your shirt, but you have to. 

Groaning in irritation before breaking your kiss with Tom, your gaze moves to the ceiling. Tom’s eyes do as well, and he sighs a little in defeat before putting his hands up, stepping back to allow you to slide away, towards the stairs. 

“I’m coming, Bradley,” you call up the stairs, your voice not nearly as strong as you’d like it to be. “I’m sorry, baby, I—” His smile is slow as he nods in understanding, and he smooths his hand over his mouth, you not missing the flush on his face. 

You rake your hair back as you’re about to take the stairs two at a time, but you stop when Ice’s big hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you. Looking to his hand briefly, your eyes track up to find him, your face painted with the silent question of “What’s wrong?” that you don’t even need to ask.

“You know I love you, right?” 

Heart skyrocketing into the back of your throat before it melts back between your ribs, the corner of your mouth lifts in a soft smile as you shrug a shoulder. Winking at him, you step forward onto the stairs, hand falling from his grasp as Ice moves to track you up the stairs. Over your shoulder, you smile at him and nod—you absolutely know you’re in love with Tom Kazanksy, it isn’t even a question. 

“And I think I might be in some kind of love with you too, Kazansky. Maybe just a little.” Your fingers pinch to indicate a little amount,  nose scrunched up in that way you always do that makes him roll his eyes and shake his head. You round the corner of the open staircase, but backtrack a few steps to peek around the corner. 

“But in case you forget, Iceman—I love you too.” 

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[raynavan]

heavy spoilers for chapter 23 of Always by your side by @ingo-ingoing-ingone!! this chapter was so fantastic i. didnt have words for it. ended up doing 6 (nearly 7) drawings for it instead. i think this is my record- it took me roughly 7 hours. a fair warning! this is both art and a comment to the fic in one. so its rather long!

ok i had an Unreasonable amount of fun doing the background on this one. ended up looking up a lot of the celestial bodies mentioned in the fic, man are they cool! it was implied that Emmet didn't really have a body so! stars instead. the colors were fun- i dont often let myself just. color like this haha! this one was... reall amazing. a fantastic opener! i immediately latched onto the visuals and painted a picture in my mind. it was just so... astronomical?

i actually struggled with how i was going to position these two for a while. at first it was just them coloring in a clearing- then i made them watching pokemon, and then. this! idk- there just something sweet in how Ingo turns around to look at Emmet and... lighting was funky for this one- how a forest shades the things beneath it will always hold a special place in my heart. these two interacting is always so wonderful to read. the gentle ribbing and teasing and... just them chilling and talking was so nice. the fact that it was dragons was even better! dragons are the best. i felt a very sweet and gentle moment needed an equally sweet and gentle drawing. if i could, i might have gone for line less on Ingo and Emmet here as well.

right- this was the last one i did. i think its the only one that i didn't get specifically from what was written. i just... wanted to give Emmet cuddles alright? /lh i had another sketch exploring exactly what Emmet might look, but i think ill revisit that when i... haven't been drawing for 7 hours straight hgfireohgope. the one in this is more simplified. the horror of having your face show one emotion- not even the one your most known for... your voice is toneless and the only was you can show even a fraction of what you feel is by copying what you (supposedly) dead brother used to do. there is a quiet horror in that- and yet Emmet still goes on. he cant feel texture and yet... he deserves many nice things.

this one!!! was originally going to be an Entire piece with a more "realistic" drawing of Ingo sitting behind a fire just like this. when i sketched this out (in the middle of reading it) that was the plan. Jedi saved me by making Emmet draw it like this. you saved me probably an hour ghirepoghpeirh. i... still might draw it how i wanted at some point. also the lighting was added last minute! i thought it would look... more messy with the light of the fire shining on it. i think it looks nice. the scene was sweet and, like Emmet mentioned he did, i put emphasis (or uh... thicker more defined lines) around peoples faces to better define their happiness. it made me happy to read them being happy and then draw them being happy <3

them!!!!!! i do not think it is a secret at All how much i love this au. i was More than happy to draw them again. and!!! being happy!!! perfect. i remembered this was a dream, and decided to blur the background quite a bit of this one- lopsided like its not really being thought about. adored this one. them!! teasing each other!! just!! going through a day!! perfect. amazing. it was really fun the way the small details of their routine was captured. from Ingo just. turning to goop so he doesn't have to pick up his clothes to Emmet just. accepting everything that happened from the mental connection to the shared feelings.

DRAMATIC FORESHORTENING!!!! i almost wanted to play it up More but then i might lose Ingo's expression. the background for this was fun to do- emphasis! strong colors!! looks like something broke. like something was torn away. this whole bit is just. exactly what Emmet fears and its just. ough. Ingo would never do this- we know this, Emmet knows this two- he knows how ridiculous Ingo was being here. and then the climax with Emmet just... falling off... amazing. Ingo's horrified expression is what caught my attention here, though i had a few more ideas depicting Ingo leaning over Emmet. i figured a dramatic drawing here would fit.

so! there ya go. i had. so much fun doing this and! thank you so much for writing this and sharing with us Jedi. if you keep this up, ill just have to keep making more drawings!! i don't think words are enough- not even sure if these can properly express how i felt reading it all (i actual had to get up and pace around bc i got so excited) but! i think that your art inspired my own art is a very beautiful thing.

lets all keep making art with one another forever.

#submas #submas au #ray's art #ingo #emmet #ray rambles #man. #sometimes #you encounter something that strikes you hard enough to let you work for 7 hours straight #and its freaking amazing #ah- apologizes for any misspellings #i am rather tired haha- im not checking as thoroughly as usual #thak you jedi <3

[david-talks-sw]

any new Star Wars essays in the making, or are you moving on?

I don't know, honestly.

Part of it is "life gets in the way," I'm working a lot and so whatever time I have left is spent just messing around or meeting with my loved ones.

I've got a bunch of stuff in my drafts. I don't mind sharing it here, most recent to oldest:

Sort of a joke post of me pointing out how stressful being George Lucas' producer must've been, like this guy really DIDN'T WANT to write his fucking scripts, did he? Poor Rick McCallum. Abandoned because who gives a crap.

'Ask' reply on how EU-fueled fandom perception of the Jedi was flipped by the prequels.

'Ask' reply about the themes in Ahsoka and why the show doesn't know what it's about. Problem is, I go about it starting from the basics, so nobody's gonna sit through reading a tematic breakdown of the first Pirates of the Carribean movie, The Batman and the original six Star Wars films before I even get to the show at hand.

"Part II" post about what Ahsoka, Rebels and TCW get right about lightsaber duels, which the Prequels never did.

Quote collection & analysis on just how complex the Prequels were meant to be (in the late 80s, Lucas intimated that the Sequels were the story that was supposed to have gray morality, not the Prequels)

Quote collection on how the themes and principles of Star Wars align with Lucas' own opinions and philosophies.

Quote collection on Lucas defining Anakin's flaws.

Quote collection on Lucas talking about the fact that we need to be more proactive, which aligns with what Lumi points out sometimes about the Jedi: they should've been more politically engaged because we all should be.

Why I approach Lucas as "word of god".

Personal life/joke-y post dating from the time of the WGA strike about how Jack Black's School of Rock lyrics "In his heart he knew, the artist must be true, but the legend of the rent was way past due!" applied to me. Abandoned because I didn't wanna bum everyone out.

Correcting the notion that Dark Times-era Jedi such as Kanan or Ezra or Ahsoka represent what Jedi were supposed to be.

A comprehensive end-all outlook on how Anakin's flaws all tie together. I've written this one twice and I don't know how to differentiate it from my other posts.

A secret "Part 3" to my TLJ Luke post, in which I point out that RJ's being too "indie", while being a strong point for a big chunk of the film, hampers the film's ability to make Luke feel as badass as he does on paper. I want to illustrate a storyboard for this one, but that takes time.

The evolution of Star Wars' approach to transmedia.

Debunking Star Wars myths: a (very) comprehensive outlook on children in the Jedi Order.

Problem is that only like 2/3rds of these are fully-written... and I still need to find the relevant clips, turn them into GIFs, etc etc.

There's many other interesting Asks in my inbox btw. But I'm already behind on all these, so I haven't begun to touch them.

Then there's the drawings.

I wanna draw a comic of the meeting between Yoda and Dooku in Dark Rendezvous. I wanna finish the comic fight between Maul and Ben. I wanna draw Mace, Shaak Ti, I've got a Luminara fan-art that was supposed to be ready for Jedi June 2022 and an Anakin drawing that looks weird. No time, nor am I skilled enough. (Like, I trace, that's what I do, it's not a secret I've said so before... but it takes me a long while to do so. I'm not fast at drawing, let alone coloring.) I could commission some of these, but there are obvious obstacles there.

There's fun tidbits I've discovered here and there but nobody will care about them and I usually try to not drown my blog with bs posts.

Then there's the bigger problem.

All the things I've listed above? I'm not 100% motivated to finish. But a lot of the new stuff I wanna write about is hella negative.

I had a lot of stuff I wanted to say about Ahsoka. But it wasn't all good. It was mostly me bitching, be it about the show or the fandom's reactions to it.

I've also got more stuff to say about Filoni's take on Star Wars, but I've talked about why it's inaccurate like 8 times already, and I don't actually dislike the guy, like there's plenty of things he knows and does that I think are awesome but also people won't stop putting him and his takes on a pedestal and--

oh shit, there's Acolyte too, I forgot about that, gray morality galore, here we come. But here too, like... I've talked a couple of times about why this entire gray morality thing is actually just the gen X-ers trying to make the prequels "cool" and "complex". but I've never explored properly, with quotes and research and shit. but i've talked about it so many times that at this point it'd end up like the Filoni rants, redundant. "we get it already." as if this show didn't have haters lined round the block for absolutely sexist reasons.

Don't get me started on the mountain of lies and/or idiocy that is the YouTuber Star Wars Theory.

And yet he said one thing a few months ago which struck a chord within me and it's the fact that Andor is awesome, excels on all levels because it's treated seriously, like a proper show, not a Disney Plus one... why wasn't Obi-Wan Kenobi? Why wasn't Book of Boba Fett? And I've already established multiple times that I enjoyed Kenobi (yes, including the Reva parts) and I've established that I know what they were going for in Fett and I've established that this is mainly a "Disney Plus didn't know how to structure a fucking show pre-WGA strike" issue more than anything else... but when I think about how these could've been treated instead? When I look at the characterizations and emotional stakes of like Fargo Season 5? It's infuriating. Because it's not bad (talking about Kenobi, BOBF is awful)... but it could've been EXCELLENT and instead it was just "okay" to "good".

I just miss live action lightsaber duels, man. Like, good ones.

and i dunno. maybe I should just let it rip on all this. "go off, king!"

but I think there's so much negativity re: Star Wars that adding my thoughts on these subjects, no matter how structured and reason, will just blend into a wave of needless, un-constructive hate.

maybe I should finish the writings in the drafts and just post them with no gifs, maybe just still images?

but doing any of that feels like a step back.

So that's where I'm at right now.

#just noticed #started this post spelling it “I don't know” and ended it by spelling it “I dunno” #there's all you need to know about where i am right now #sw negativity #i guess? #bummed everyone out after all

[nicolabarth]

Can I know more about the Pirate part of your wips, please? 👀

That one is mostly notes so far. The idea is as follows: Pre TPM Maul gets captured by pirates and they try to get a ransom from Sidious, but Sidious is like: "If he can't get out of there alone, he's not worthy to be my apprentice. Kill him for all I care." So the pirates keep Maul and raise him and he grows up alongside Hondo and he reconnects with his Dathomirian roots and learns some nightsister magic.

I drew pirate Maul once.

And I also wrote a snippet for a picture that @obimaulartfire drew a while ago with belly dancer Maul. Sadly the picture got swallowed by tumblr somehow and is not findable anymore, but here is the flashfic:

“Why do I have to be the distraction, Hondo?”

“Because between the two of us, you’re the pretty one.” Hondo pats Maul’s cheek and makes sure to pull his hand back before the Zabrak can snap at him. Maul tries anyway, but Hondo knows his adopted brother well enough. They’ve grown up together ever since Hondo’s mother had tried to get a ransom for Maul and his master had abandoned him. They’re partners in crime ever since mom died and Hondo took over the pirating business. Well, Hondo and Maul took over together. But obviously, Hondo is the brains of the operation, if he can say so himself.

Since biting failed, Maul settles for glaring at him. “Something is distinctly wrong with your eyes if you think I’m pretty.”

Of course Maul thinks himself the brains of the operation that’s why he uses words like “distinctly” and insist on speaking with his coruscanti accent even though everyone normal would’ve adapted to Hondo’s superior way of speaking by now.

“You really should learn to take a compliment, dear brother,” Hondo says. “And believe me, this Hutt has a type and it’s all bright skin colors and interesting markings. You’re perfect for this job.”

Maul glowers but doesn’t argue any further. “Let’s not waste any more time, then.” When he walks towards their ship, all the jewelry he’s adorned with clinks with every move. Hondo could get used to that. Usually, Maul’s foot steps are way too quiet for his liking. You never get used to a red and black zabrak stepping out of a nearby shadow without warning. Maul loves doing that. It scares the pants off guests most of the time and it has given Hondo a few near heart attacks in the past.

“You can’t kill our target,” Hondo reminds him. “He’s more profitable as a hostage.”

“Yes, I know,” Maul says, annoyed. “Gods forbid I have fun at this mission.”

“Well …” Hondo grins. “I heard a certain Jedi is among the guests. So, if you play your cards right …”

“I don’t know which Jedi you mean,” Maul says coldly. Liar. Hondo has seen him make moon eyes at Kenobi every time they’ve met so far. Or what counts as moon eyes for Maul. It’s his usual glare, just with more intensity and a bit of a hungry edge. Every time Hondo crosses Kenobi’s path, he makes sure to take the Jedi hostage. As a treat for his dear brother. Of course he doesn’t get any thanks from Maul, but he know he appreciates it. Hondo makes sure to give them time to talk alone, too.

Honestly, Maul should be more thankful. For the exceptional job Hondo has done with Maul’s outfit for tonight, too. But that’s little brothers for you.

“Sure,” Hondo says with a grin. “But I heard him say last time that you look good wearing gold.”

Maul scoffs. He throws Hondo a quick glance from the side, though, as if trying to assess if he’s serious. Hondo’s grin grows. “Trust me,” he says. “This evening will be a success in more than one way.”

“Just focus on what we’re going to steal,” Maul says. But he doesn’t complain about being the distraction anymore. And Hondo sees him check his reflection in the cockpit window before they leave their ship after landing near the Hutt palace.

Hondo smiles to himself. He’ll get Maul to thank him later.

#tag game #pirate au

[knightprincess]

Jealous (Hunter x Fem! Reader)

Apart of the @cloneficgiftexchange​, For @angelltheninth​.  Words: 3.5K Warning: Teasing, Jealousy, implied sexual activity (if you squint)

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79's had always been the place to be for clones looking for a good time when visiting Coruscant. Many had told stories about their nights there since the war had started so many moons ago. Drunken moments of clumsiness, slurred compliments to the never-ending stream of beautiful bar hoppers, and even pranks and never-ending mischievous antics had taken place at the club. So when given the chance Wrecker had dragged each of his brothers there, for a night of fun and drinking. Tech had been enthusiastic about going, mentioning a hypothesis he wanted to try out. Crosshair and Hunter on the other hand wanted nothing more than a quiet evening in the barracks. An evening Wrecker with the help of Tech was determined to deny the pair of them. 

If only Hunter had known, that night he'd meet (Y/N). 

The night had started out quietly enough when the squad known as the Bad Batch arrived, it was before the peak times. Only a few were there, the odd Twi'lek waiting for the night to go on, a few groups of people celebrating something or anticipating the night of fun. Some other clones were there too, a few Captains and Commanders in the booth furthest from the bar, partly shrouded in shadow. Commander Cody was among them. 

As the night went on and the drinks flowed, Hunter had become a little overwhelmed, his senses being overstimulated by the strobe lights, loud music, and the constant scent of alcohol and arousal. The Sergeant had tried his best to ignore the headache beginning to build, offering a brotherly grin upon noticing Tech surrounded by a group of women as if he'd gained his very own fan club. Wrecker's attempt to flirt drew a chuckle from Crosshair, as the sniper shook his head and offered an apology to the beautiful woman the bigger softy had accidentally offended. Even Hunter had chuckled to see the antics the captains and commanders from earlier in the night got up to in their drunken state. Listening to the stories Cody told about the time they'd each taken upon themselves to confuse their Jedi Generals. Even how General Plo had gone along with it. 

"I'm gonna get some air" announced Hunter, when Crosshair returned to the booth. The sniper had given him a look of concern, but nodded nonetheless, offering to accompany him. An offer Hunter had rejected, insisting his brother enjoy himself and continue with his efforts at winding up Commander Wolffe. Something very few would attempt to try with the battle-worn commander. It was only when Hunter stepped outside and the cool air rushed over him did he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The pounding in his head stopped, much like the flashing behind his eyes did. His golden eyes took in the view of Coruscant before him, how the skyscrapers different in size, all lighting up like Christmas trees, all glowing, the many vehicles passing by creating a steady rainbow-colored stream. The music from the club offering small vibrations and dulled musical rhythms. 

It was only when Hunter had taken a few steps away from 79's and towards the barrier preventing patrons from falling from the edge. Did he crash into someone? At first, he'd been too stunned to realize what happened, the small yelp to escape the other person hadn't even registered, even less so when Hunter's senses had been overtaken by the sweet scent of jasmine and aloe vera. Only when he shook his head did he notice the smaller woman on the ground before him, looking just as shocked as him. She quickly scrambled to pick her small sparkling bag up from the ground and the contents of it, to have flooded the area around her. Words of apology flew from her painted lips, as she rushed to apologize. Her eyes with a range of emotions flooding through them as she refused to look at Hunter out of embarrassment. 

"It was my fault" were the first words Hunter managed to form, taken aback by her beauty. As he attempted to burn her image into his mind, recognition soon hit him. He has seen her before, at the military base there on Coruscant. She was one of the many civvi recruits apart of the GAR. He last caught a glimpse of her a few hours prior, all but dragging Commander's Wolffe and Cody somewhere, gently guiding Captain Howzer along as well. All three men had been resisting a little but complying as if they knew it was pointless to argue back with her. "You're (Y/N), one of the medics at the base" spoke Hunter, his voice croaky, as if he couldn't believe his luck to finally meet the woman famous among the clones. 

(Y/N) had nodded, confusion appearing in her eyes, as she tried to determine if she'd treated him before for an injury. She never forgot the faces of her patients even if most of them had the same one. She always remembered their names and the little things that made each so different. It soon dawned on her when she had come across Hunter, he'd been at Crosshair's side when he'd been sent for a check up, upon returning from a grueling battle. The sniper had been complaining of a pain in his neck for some time, although Crosshair had laughed it off, saying it was coursed by having to save his brothers so often. 

"Sergeant Hunter" replied (Y/N), sweeping some loose strands of her freely flowing hair behind her pierced ear. Her eyes glowed with recognition. Although they'd never personally met, she knew him from the stories Cody told of Clone Force 99, from the missions they shared together. Hunter merely shook his head upon hearing his military rank, even more so when it slipped from the lips of such a beautiful woman. The stories he'd heard hadn't done her justice, to Hunter and likely many others, she was equal to that of a goddess with the ability to heal those who needed it. 

"Going inside?" asked Hunter, slightly scolding himself for how shaky his normally smokey voice sounded. (Y/N) merely shook her head, gesturing instead to the area the air taxis normally came and went from. Only now did Hunter, notice her eyes glistening with unushered tears, it being clear something had hurt her, even when she tried her best to hide it behind her sweet smile. Hunter had been about to ask what happened, to offer to escort her home as any gentlemen would, when the doors to the bar flew open, Wolffe all but stalking out, grumbling about something, Crosshair following behind as if he was a fanboy of the strict commander, ignoring the growls rumbling from Wolffe. 

(Y/N) couldn't help the laugh to escape her. Her failure continued when she attempted to be quiet. Wolffe merely rolled his eyes as he normally did, shaking his head mere seconds later before turning to face his latest follower. The sternest look on his lips. Although it appeared as if Crosshair was ignoring it, even when it was clear the sniper wasn't as intoxicated as he acted. 

"No throwing people off the edge" called (Y/N), as she returned her attention back to hailing a taxi. Turning back in time to see Wolffe playfully salute her. She hadn't heard Wolffe growl at Hunter to take care of her and ensure she arrived back at her apartment safely. Nor had she seen Hunter nod in confirmation before jogging to catch up. Instead, she had simply assumed he was being a gentleman, as many of the clones were. 

The taxi ride had been short, an almost awkward quietness falling between them. The only sounds were the squeaking sounds from the leather seats and the rambles of the drive. Although Hunter had been sure his thunderous heartbeat had been the loudest thing. Even more so upon feeling it beat harder at the closeness. The taxi was small, so (Y/N) and himself had been squished together. Her small thighs pressed together, as she attempted not to intrude on his personal space. Her hands rested in her lap, to ensure her fingers didn't accidentally brush against him or make their current predicament any more uncomfortable than it already was. 

In Hunter's intoxicated state, he'd allowed himself to become lost in her sweet-smelling scent. The jasmine and aloe vera became like a drug to him, yet at the same time he resisted the urge to move closer and bury his nose in the crook of her neck. Surely Wolffe would hunt him down should he do anything that made her uncomfortable or hurt her. Even the blind could see the Commander like so many others was protective of her. Relief washed over the Sergeant the moment the taxi stopped, (Y/N) kindly paid and thanked the talkative driver, all but dragging Hunter out with her to prevent an unnecessary round trip. If only she knew what her soft touch did to the man in her grip. 

The steady walk to the apartment hadn't helped Hunter with his self-control. (Y/N) quiet as she lead the way, her smile smoothing, although the silence had become more comfortable between them. At first, Hunter had been resistant about entering the apartment building, stating he only wanted to ensure she was safe, almost as if he could still hear Wolffe's growls in the back of his mind, threatening him not to try anything or press his luck. (Y/N) had been insistent he come inside, using the excuse it was a safe place for him to lie his head and rest for the night, instead of trusting his drunken mind to get him back to the barracks in one piece. 

Upon entering (Y/N)'s apartment, Hunter was almost instantly overwhelmed with a vanilla scent, mixing with wild lavender. Although the lights were dim, he could make out the layout. They'd entered a small hall, a greyish durasteel door to the right, another a little further down to the left. At the end was an opening, (Y/N) lead him through, revealing a living room with access to a small golden balcony, the room was small but comfortable with a simple layout. A small library area in the dark nook of the room, next to another greyish door. Without a word and with (Y/N)'s direction, Hunter flopped down on the plush sofa, the sensation he was sinking into the cushion slowly entering his mind, yet he didn't dare pay it any attention. 

Instead, his golden eyes clung to (Y/N) as she gently placed her jacket over the back of one of the stools at the breakfast bar. Her handbag with it. Before she waltzed into the kitchen to retrieve something, her hips swinging slightly as she did so. Only now did Hunter really take notice of (Y/N), the glittery dress short but also modest and hugging her figure, making her appear as if she was a model of some kind, the boots she wore reaching just above the knee, they had glittery decorations to match her dress. Appearing as if they'd been added at some point and not actually part of the boot's original design. 

Hunter soon managed to drag himself from the sofa, being sure not to crash into anything or knock anything over. Slowly he made his way through the door (Y/N) had entered through mere moments before. Only to realize it was a neat kitchen, appearing as if it had never been used, despite the items scattering across the surface. (Y/N), was across the small room, a glass in hand under the running tap, a small box next to her on the counter. She hadn't heard him coming nor been aware he was there until she turned, almost dropping the glass of water in her hand. Hunter surprised himself with his quick movement, catching the glass before it shattered against the cold tiled floor. (Y/N) offered a small smile before putting something in the glass and turning Hunter back towards the living room. Ensuring he got there safely before gesturing him to drink. 

"Are you and Wolffe dating?" asked Hunter, surprising even himself those words had left his lips. He didn't dare look at (Y/N), afraid of how she would react to his question. Instead, the Sergeant occupied himself with looking around the apartment, seeing little keepsakes, ornaments, and a few photos displayed around the room, even the book (Y/N) had been using to study on the coffee table between them. Hunter found relief to see none of the pictures displayed her with anyone in a romantic way. If anything, the people in the photos seemed to be friends and family members, the people she loved but didn't see often due to her work and other life stuff. 

A small laugh to escape (Y/N) drew Hunter's attention back to her. Instead of the anger and judgment, he'd expected her to display. Her eyes lit up with amusement, a small grin threatening to form on her lips, as she continued her fight against it and whatever had tickled her thoughts. She must have seen his confusion, as she simply looked away as she attempted to regain her calm composure. As she did Hunter returned to looking around the living room, any sign that Wolffe stayed there during his time away from the battlefield. Yet found nothing, a sense of relief washing over him as he attempted to push away the jealousy. 

"I don't need to be a Jedi to sense your jealousy, Sergeant" commented (Y/N) with a teasing tone to her voice. Yet she couldn't help but imagine Wolffe's reaction to the suggestion the pair were in a relationship. He'd give himself an aneurysm just thinking about it, although it would make for a good ongoing and likely inside joke between them. Hunter soon sat up a little straighter, upon her softly spoken all be it teasing words reaching him. Had he been that obvious? Or was she just good at reading those around her as if they were open books? Only as Hunter did another sweep of the objects decorating the room, did he see the wooden carving of a wolf, the same one that adorned the armor of Wolffe and the other members of the famed Wolf Pack. He felt his heart sink upon seeing it, (Y/N) soon turned to where he was staring chuckling once more upon realizing where his mind had jumped to. 

"I'm not jealous" retorted Hunter, trying to cover his growing envy. Suddenly he found he was jealous, if only he'd met her before Wolffe had, then maybe she'd be his instead. Once again (Y/N) laughed, as if she could read his mind, although she made no move to get closer to him, instead she allowed his mind to wander just a little more before settling it completely. 

"The carving is from Boost. A thank you for leaving Wolffe speechless" explained (Y/N), proving the carving had been from another member of the Wolf pack. A reminder of the inside joke they shared during her time serving as a medic for the 104th Battalion, still to this day the memory never failed to bring a smile to her lips. "And your assumptions are incorrect, Wolffe and my relationship is more like siblings, he's protective of me as he is for the rest of the Wolf Pack" explained the medic, trying her hardest to suppress the giggle threatening to escape her lips, as reality dawned on Hunter. How he'd misinterpreted everything so easy and worked himself into a jealous wreck for nothing. 

"Good" replied Hunter quickly, once again surprising himself with the tone of his voice, how strong and commanding it was. He barely recognized it was his own voice. Quickly his attention returned to (Y/N) who didn't move nor showed any reaction toward his response, all she did was raise an eyebrow at him. "Because you're mine" he added with authority in his voice. He soon found the confidence to move closer to (Y/N), gently pulling her towards him. He felt the confident wave grow now he knew she wasn't tied to Wolffe in any way other than friendship. The moment she was resting on his lap, his lips pressed to hers in a soft kiss. He'd expected her to push him away and scold him for his drunken actions yet she didn't. Instead, her hands reached toward him, Hunter had thought her fingers would be tangled in his hair within seconds, so was surprised to hear the familiar click of his armor being disconnected. 

"You'll sleep better without it on" softly commented (Y/N), a caring tone to her voice. Hunter didn't argue, instead closing his eyes as he felt her soft touch, feeling the burning sensation that lingered behind. A sigh left his lips upon feeling the weight of his armor be lifted, although he never heard a single piece of his armor clunk against the floor. He opened his eyes to find (Y/N) had carefully placed each piece with his discarded helmet on the comfy-looking chair, the one with a fluffy blanket strewed across it. He couldn't explain the sudden wave of self-consciousness to wash over him now he was free of his armor, on instinct he folded his arms across his chest, looking anywhere but at (Y/N) in front of him. 

Hunter wouldn't admit it, but like all his clone brothers, he was touch starved. Something he doubted (Y/N) was in the dark about. He admired Cody who so freely greeted her with hugs upon seeing her again, just as others who had built a friendship with her did. He'd heard others talk about her kindness and how she treated them as people rather than Kaminoan property. She cared for each one to enter her little office for medical attention. The sergeant was brought from his trans-like state upon feeling a fluffy cushion bounce off the side of his head and shoulder, a light-hearted chuckle followed from across the room. It soon registered to Hunter, she'd thrown the feather pillow at him. Offering him more comfort for the night than his bunk in the barracks would. 

A playful grin soon appeared across Hunter's lips, with a burst of energy he lifted the light pillow to the side and moved from the plush sofa. Within moments he was before her again, an arm around her waist in a way similar to how one would entrap their lover. Still, she had caught him unawares. Despite being able to catch her in the playful game of cat and mouse, despite having her pressed against him. She still managed to get the blanket over his head before his lips could connect with hers again. She was playing with him, although he wondered if she knew what she was doing to him, how his body now yearned for her, especially now when she was so close. 

Stepping back Hunter felt the back of the plush sofa against the back of his thighs, although he realized too late to do anything to stop himself from falling over it. (Y/N)'s playful and shocked yelp of surprise as she was pulled over the back of the sofa with him filled the room. His arms still locked around her waist, rendering her chances of escape to impossible. Not that she wanted to go anywhere. With another chuckle she pulled the warm blanket from Hunter's head, not being able to stop herself from giggling at his messy and now static-filled hair. Just as she couldn't ignore the lust making his golden eyes darker. He wanted her and made no attempt to hide it or his intentions. 

Without a second thought Hunter's lips found their way to the side of her neck, leaving sloppy kisses as he trailed up, a smirk appearing on his lips upon hearing her moan from the contact. Instead of connecting their lips in a fiery passion-filled kiss, Hunter instead decided to return to the spot on her neck, sucking slightly as he allowed his hands to roam over her body in an effort to memorize every curve. A moan of his own escaped the moment her cool hands found their way beneath the top of his blacks, roaming over his toned abs and chest. 

"I love it when you kiss my neck" whispered (Y/N), as another moan escaped her. She felt her body heat up, as Hunter's hands roamed lower, grazing against her thighs, although he quickly pulled it away, as if embarrassed where he'd roamed. (Y/N) on the other hand pulled him from her neck, a passion burning in her eyes, making them darker than they naturally were. A wicked smile accompanied the lust, as she pushed him back, before reaching down to unzip her boots. Hunter almost pined for her to return her hands to their former place on his chest. "Catch me if you can Sergeant" teased (Y/N), as she quickly got up from the plush sofa and made for the grey-ish door near the library nook. Another sweet but playful giggle escaped her as she did so. Hunter wasted little time in jumping up, following along behind her, making a mental note to get her back for the teasing later on. But for now, he was happy to play along and surrender to her and the obvious overstimulation to come with the night of lust and passion. 

Masterlist

#sargent hunter #tbb hunter #hunter bad batch #fem reader #x reader fanfic #reader insert #reader #star wars fanfcition #hunter x fem!reader #star wars oneshot #cross posted on ao3 #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on quotev

[skygirlstars]

❤️🧡💛🏳️‍🌈 for unpopular asks game!

yayy thank you for the ask!! this was so fun. it's yappin' time

❤️: Which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

this is a tough one because there's so many lol. Barriss (not a villain), Han (not a player), literally SO many of the Jedi, the list goes on. but I think Luke is one of the most interesting cases because I feel he's mischaracterized in different ways by different sides of the fandom. there's the dudebros who think he's just badass, which he is, but nothing else. his most important character trait is quite literally his compassion because it drives the plot of the whole OT. he's a kind and empathetic person, not some embodiment of toxic masculinity bullshit. on the other hand, there's the poor little meow meowfication and infantilization of him from another side of the fandom. yes he's a ray of sunshine but that doesn't mean he can't be tough too!!! he's nice but he also has zero tolerance for bullshit, is headstrong and stubborn, and the furthest thing from shy. many people (myself included) headcanon him as gay or bi and that characterization of him also enforces really harmful stereotypes and narratives about queer men. so in summary, a lot of the fandom mischaracterizes him through a lens of either toxic masculinity or harmful stereotypes. not fun. that got way longer than it was supposed to be, whoops 🙃

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

in-universe: that Padmé was somehow manipulated into loving Anakin, whether by Anakin subconsciously using the Force, or by Palpatine, or whatever. nope, my girl Padmé just has horrendous taste in men (case in point: my least favorite SW character, Clovis 🤢). she saw the red flags and decided red was her favorite color. stay delusional queen. out-of-universe: DISNEY LUCASFILM IS NOT GOING TO RETCON THE SEQUELS FFS. that is the dumbest shit I've ever heard sorry not sorry. Disney admitting they made something not good??? not possible. I can't believe people still honestly believe this. the sequels are not my faves either but with the amount of money made off them anyway, a retcon is not happening

💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

do we consider Reylo popular??? it's very divisive so idk if it counts. but I hate it lol, it's the yucky toxic BookTok type of enemies to lovers. bro deadass tortured her. me personally, I wouldn't let that slide. they also feel like Force cousins or something in a weird roundabout way...? we've already had one incestuous kiss in SW, don't need another. also Rey is lesbian imo. if we're not counting Reylo as popular, I quite dislike Sabezra just because I see them very much as siblings. honestly, any ship where I see the characters as siblings feels icky to me -- Anisoka, Rexsoka, Obikin, etc (although siblings vibes is not my only complaint with those examples, unlike Sabezra).

🏳️‍🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?

quite honestly I think this is the hardest one for me because I headcanon so many characters as queer HAHA. my personal philosophy for fictional characters is bi until proven otherwise lol. maybe Ben Solo/Kylo? idk how much he's HCed as queer but I think he and Hux are shipped fairly often and I just don't see it lol. that's a straight man, I'm afraid. but he's really the only one I can think of off the top of my head, though I'm sure there are more

here's the original ask game if anyone else wants to have a go or wants me to answer any others (please send me asks I love asks I love yapping)

#star wars #ask game #jedimasterbailey #luke skywalker #anti reylo #padmé amidala #kylo ren #if anyone else wants to send more i would love to answer!! #sky speaks #antireylo

[moodymisty]

Hey there,

Congrats on your milestone. I love seeing your stuff come across my dash. If it isn't too much trouble, may I request: " You look so hot when you do that. " with Wrecker?

Honestly, there's so many scenes this could apply to. A personal favorite of mine is when he does that loosening up / neck crack before he fights. My soul leaves my bod-...shit, I'm rambling.

Anyway congrats again and looking forward to seeing what you come up with

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Same wavelength, you and I. Feel free to ramble about Wrecker any day because that man... /swoon (also omg thank you so much for the kind words, I'm so happy you enjoy any of the silly stuff I put on your dash XD)

Relationships: Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Subtly hinted at Jedi!Reader, Fluff, Flirting

"I like the new look."

Hunter jerks his head in your direction, and you look down over yourself. You've always been partial to darker colors, but the black and dark grey of your new robes almost perfectly goes along with the palette of their armor, funnily enough. You shrug.

"Well, I had to match. Couldn't just go around sticking out like a sore thumb." He gives you a small, lopsided smile and nods. "Hopefully, it doesn't get singed like the last one." Hunter turns and gives Wrecker a look, who in response he holds up his hands and relents; But it's not as if he needed to in the first place.

"We're landing in 10. Make sure you have everything you need." The planet you're bound for is in view, and it won't be long until you're on solid ground again. Hunter returns to his spot by the navicomputer and leans over the controls, doing something undiscernible as you prepare to finally land.

It hasn't been that long, but fresh air is still desperately wanted. And some room to spread out, as Wrecker stands beside you and stretches his arms, almost bumping into multiple parts of the ship. You feel cramped and stuffed tight in this ship, so you can't imagine how he deals with it. And for much longer periods of time, too.

He lets out a grunt as he fixes his one shoulder, before trying to crack his neck. He gives it a few rolls around before leaning it hard to one side, and then the opposite.

Even with all of his armor but his helmet on, you can see the way his muscles flex above the collar of his bodyglove. The veins running up either side of his neck, or the bump on his throat.

It's... Distracting.

If anyone were to take a look at you they'd know you were quite obviously staring, and with quite an incriminating expression to boot. Thankfully when Wrecker turns towards you however, you have your composure back.

"What?" He looks down at you as he cracks his knuckles next, one hand before the other.

You and Wrecker have a little bit of an odd relationship; Usually involving plenty of joking around and silly flirting. It's something that's progressed over time and you don't know exactly where you both stand in it all, but it's fun. He's sweet, and you enjoy being around him.

It also helps that he's so easy on the eyes, saying the first words that tumble out of your mouth and not remembering where you are.

"You look so hot when you do that."

Wrecker grins, and Crosshair turns around in the co-pilots seat to look at you, and all the sudden you realize that the two of you aren't alone.

You want to melt into the floor.

"Oh yeah?" He nods, smirking while he pulls at his shoulder in another position; But you can see some of his shyness peeking through. "I'll uh, keep it in mind." His smile is a bit softer now; As much of a confident dynamo as Wrecker is, sometimes he has trouble taking genuine compliments.

The airlock is a few steps away, if I just throw myself out of it...

He's still stretching, and the relieved moan he lets out when his shoulder finally gives way and releases gets far too twisted in the gutters of your mind.

You only manage to pull yourself out when you have to, as Hunter returns from messing with the navicomputer and you quickly turn to him.

"Everything going well?" You say, hoping he doesn't notice the way you and Wrecker are both acting. But who are you kidding; There's zero way Hunter didn't here.

If only Wrecker would stop smiling at you like that...

"There's a small storm forming right over the base, so it might be a bumpy landing." Hunter looks between the both of you, his usual tired expression more so exaggerated than usual.

"And keep it on the down low, you two?" You purse your lips tight, looking at Hunter.

"Yes sir."

#the bad batch wrecker x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[imogenkol]

— WIP PRETEND IT’S WEDNESDAY

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Slowly chipping away at this whumptober thing I’m working on. Who knows if it’ll actually be ready for October, but hey! It’s angsty af and I’m having some fun with the pain. Here’s a snippet that could be considered a crossover, but these two characters share something in common

Bix never would have imagined herself at a dusty saloon in the Outer Rim with such dire circumstances hanging over her head. Loud music reverberated through the floor and into the soles of her boots. Its low, lively beat reminded her of Cavo’s back home and she wished she could go to the bar and simply drown her worries in a few strong drinks. But that empty radio signal echoed in her mind, pounding inside her skull with more vibrato than the speakers, so she pushed the nostalgia and longing aside.

The mechanic scanned the crowd of colorful travelers and soon realized she had practically nothing to go on when it came to finding the Jedi Imogen mentioned only a few brief times. The former Inquisitor hadn’t really bothered to describe him outside of his so-called meager abilities. Bix only came here because of the subtle fondness she picked up on in Imogen’s voice during her recollection. Cal was Bix’s only chance, of that, she was certain.

Deciding on a more direct approach, she went to the bar and waved down the bartender droid. It smoothly zoomed over to her end and animated excitedly. 

“Welcome to Pyloon’s Saloon! The name’s M-6NK, but my friend’s call me Monk,” the droid introduced in a peppy tone. His optic winked — or, rather, blinked since there was only one — and the tank of alcohol behind his head sloshed as he whirled his mechanical arms with a flourish. “What can I do ya for?”

“I’m looking for someone.” Bix did a quick check around the saloon for eavesdroppers before she leaned in with a hushed tone. “I think he’s a Jedi?”

“Haven’t seen any Jedi ‘round here in a couple centuries or so,” Monk said, his extra dispenser arms filling up a couple of glasses. 

The possibility that she may have come all this way for nothing and wasted precious time doing it felt like a heavy blow to the chest. Bix would not give up so easily, though. Imogen never gave up on her. “Look, it’s really important. His name is Cal.”

“Sorry, doesn't ring a bell!” Something in the droid’s voice sounded a little too eager to dismiss her questions. “I can whip you up something to drink, though! And we have a full menu!”

Bix shook her head, getting increasingly desperate. “I’m not trying to cause trouble, I just need his help. Badly.”

“If you don’t want to drink and you don’t want to eat, I’m afraid there’s not much else I can do,” the droid said with a shrug.

“That’s fine, I’ll… ask around, I guess,” Bix replied dejectedly. Her fist tapped the surface of the bar as she pushed away from it with a frustrated sigh and faced the other patrons. There had to be dozens. If she had to bet, none of them had loose lips. 

Back on Ferrix, Bix learned how to make hard sales with all kinds of business people and travelers. She knew what to say and how to put her foot down. Here… Well, the hardened explorers of the Outer Rim barely paid her a second glance once she started to prod them for information on a Jedi of all things. The mechanic might attract the wrong kind of attention if she persisted, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She might as well be chasing a fairytale. 

Bix eventually found herself back at the bar, taking a generous swig of something bitter and strong. She let the liquid burn on her tongue before it scorched its way down her throat and settled in her stomach with a heavy warmth. It started to look like she would have to infiltrate the Empire herself. Whatever it took, she decided. 

“Why are you looking for a Jedi?” a male voice asked. 

Bix turned to see a man with reddish-brown hair and a close cropped beard sat in the stool right beside her. He studied her closely, but his demeanor was calm and non-threatening. She threw up her hand. “I don’t know. It feels like a fool’s errand, but I don’t have a lot of options.”

He shrugged. “Who knows? I might be able to point you in the right direction.”

The mechanic carefully regarded the stranger who appeared to be a lot more forthcoming than any of the others. A small spark of hope ignited in her chest. “Do you know the Jedi?”

“I’d like to know who’s asking, first.”

“Honestly, if I tell you, he might want absolutely nothing to do with it.”

“Try me,” the stranger urged with a friendly grin. 

“He knows my girlfriend. Imogen.” At the sound of her name, the man’s body suddenly tensed and his eyes widened just a fraction. Bix knew the name drop might cause issues given Imogen’s past, but she continued to make her case and silently prayed that hadn’t ruined her chances. “They have a… history. I need his help to find her.”

A flicker of recognition came across the stranger’s features as if he finally saw the woman in front of him. “You’re Bix.”

“I –” Bix stopped her sentence short and blinked in confusion as she struggled to put the pieces together. Then it clicked. She finally saw the man – the Jedi – too. “You’re Cal.”

He rose from his seat and motioned for her to follow. “We should talk in private.”

Bix hopped to her feet and noticed a small, two-legged explorer droid scurry from the surface of the bar up Cal’s arm to perch on his shoulder. It beeped low into his ear and Bix picked up on the concern the droid expressed about her presence in binary. Cal quietly assured the BD unit as he walked on. 

“How did you know my name?” Bix asked while she tagged along.

“Imogen talked about you,” he said, glancing back at her. “She didn’t say much, but more than a few sentences and a name told me how much you really mean to her.”

Bix let out an amused breath, but her warm smile was genuine. “I could say the same about you.”

“I mean about as much to her as one of her bounties.” 

“Well, you’re still alive and not imprisoned. Knowing her, that’s holding you in pretty high regard.” 

“I guess,” he chuckled. 

They walked through a door that led to the back of the bar. Bix smelled the line of cooked meals before she saw it. She didn’t realize how appetizing the food would be until they passed by the plates of steaming meats and vegetables. She’d barely eaten the entire journey to Koboh and pictured all the times Imogen had urged her to eat when she was too deep in her own head. As they descended a curved flight of stairs, Bix made a mental note to refuel after their conversation.

The music upstairs faded as Cal led her into a quaint basement room. The small space was impressively outfitted. She saw a comfortable bed, a workbench, even a terrarium. Bix wished her home back on Ferrix had been this cozy. She could have at least had a plant.

“So, what’s going on?” Cal asked, coming to a stop in the middle of the room. 

“Imogen had some business on Coruscant. She went radio silent. It’s been too long, I –” Bix nearly choked on her next words. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms before she could voice her theory. Saying it out loud made the probable fear all the more horrifying. “I think the Empire might have her.”

Cal remained silent for a long time, his thoughts thoroughly shielded behind the unreadable expression on his face. He placed his hands on his hips and his gaze dropped with a long sigh. “I’m sorry. Really, I am,” he said sincerely as he looked back up at her. Remorse shone in his eyes. “But if they have her… she’s either dead or turned.”

“She isn’t dead,” Bix insisted confidently.

“You can’t know that for certain.”

“I do know,” she snapped. “She told me I’d feel it if she was gone.”

He didn’t argue against that point despite how crazy it might have sounded to anyone else. Instead, he said something far more offensive. “Then she’s probably an Inquisitor again.”

The mechanic stared the Jedi down. Bix couldn’t blame him for this assumption after everything Imogen had done just to him alone, but she absolutely hated the lack of hesitation in his response. “She wouldn’t.”

“Do you know how most of the Inquisitors were made?” Cal asked patiently, his expression shifting from remorse to pity. “They tortured Jedi to corrupt them and turn them to the Dark Side. Imogen didn’t need that kind of convincing the first time around. How do you think the second will go?” 

The revelation made Bix’s stomach flip and her hands shake. She crossed her arms tighter around herself to hide it. “She’s stronger than you give her credit for.” 

“She’s strong in a very dangerous way.” 

Bix stepped closer to him, her fear and desperation palpable enough for him to sense in the air around them. “I need to find her and I don’t know if I can do it without your help. Please. At least tell me where to start looking.”

“If they have her, then…. I know exactly where she is,” Cal admitted. He held up a hand as Bix brightened with conviction to keep her expectations in check. “It is the last place in the entire galaxy you want to be, Bix. I don’t think Imogen would want you to be in the same system, much less in the stronghold itself.”

“I want her back, Cal,” Bix said with fierce intensity while she still held his gaze. “Tell me.”

“The Fortress Inquisitorius on Nur,” he answered grimly as if that all but confirmed her death sentence.

#oc insp: imogen kol #ship insp: if i had a heart #brotp: a force to be reckoned with #i just needed a lil something to bring Imogen's relationships together #and also maybe just wanted these two to interact and bond over their problematic fav #yes he's gonna help but mostly because he does NOT want to deal with full blown dark side Imogen..... but also maybe he's worried about her

[jedi-order-apologist]

Did ya watch Visions V2 yet? And if so, what was your favrotie short? (Mine was Aau's Song)

I just finished watching! (The episodes, at least. I'll watch the behind-the-scenes filmmaker interviews later).

But it's really hard to pick a favorite, Visions is consistently top-tier and I enjoyed all of the episodes. This really is Star Wars at its best, so I'll just talk about what I enjoyed about each one:

"Sith" - I loved the way color was used in this, it's clearly the focus of the animation and it was done very well. The story of the protagonist rejecting the Sith and pulling herself out of that on her own was good, the way she had to acknowledge her darkness in order to move past it and fully reject the Sith was a great moment.

"Screecher's Reach" - The environment was beautifully drawn, very atmospheric. It's an unsettling one (in a good way!), and reminds me of the previous season's "Akakiri" in the tone of its ending.

"In the Stars" - The particle effects and especially the water was beautifully animated. The story here is strong, with the conflict between surviving and fighting back, with both sisters having good reason for their caution/risk-taking, respectively, and the love they have for each other and the people who were cruelly slaughtered by the Empire.

"I Am Your Mother" - this one is probably the weakest of the bunch in that it didn't really grip me and I don't think it had as much to say, but it was by no means bad! It was fun and I got some laughs out of it. The race looked great, too.

"Journey to the Dark Head" - Another one with beautiful environments, and I found the setting very compelling and full of potential; I was left wanting to see more of it and the Jedi of this era. The approach to the Force is a little video-game-y in my opinion but they do nail the aspect of fear being the root of anger and hate.

"The Spy Dancer" - If I absolutely had to pick a favorite, it might be this one by a slim margin. I loved the fluid dance/fight scenes, and the characters are so compelling. The protagonist's trauma is heartbreaking; there's no shying away from how evil the Empire is. And the reveal of who the Imperial officer is was built up very well, I had already guessed by the time the episode confirmed it. The hopeful ending implies a future where he will break away from the Empire and the horrible things it made him internalize about himself.

"The Bandits of Golak" - Completely unsurprisingly (given IGN's backhanded recommendation), I loved this one a lot, and could easily pick this one as my favorite too. The lightsaber fight here was my favorite in this season, and the environment was lovely. Of course, the sibling bond is the real heart of this one, especially in him letting her go (which I believe was the plan all along).

"The Pit" - Loved this one too, the Empire's brutality is, as common with the other shorts, unflinchingly depicted here. Which makes the contrast with the average citizens all the more poignant, and my favorite part about this is how readily they're willing to look into the matter and help once they've heard what's going on. It's such a positive depiction of humanity and community and I really loved that.

"Aau's Song" - Beautiful, vibrant environments here, and the characters look so soft, like they're made of felt. I liked the Jedi character a lot, and I like that the protagonist decided to go with her in the end. The scene where the kyber is healed is stunning. I can definitely see why this episode would be someone's favorite!

#visions season 2 #sw visions #star wars visions

[starlazergazer]

Spare Key

Pairing: Anakin x reader

Request: An AU where your left eye is your own color but the right is the color of your soulmates, set between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith, Anakin runs into his soulmate on a lower shadier level of Coruscant where she works as a bartender for a bar that mostly deals with mercenaries and bounty hunters. From here the reader and Anakin have to work through the issues of Anakin not being able to form attachments and the jedi order

Warnings: Some swearing, some jealousy, lots of angst

Word count: 3K

A/N: sorry this took me so long to get out but I really hope you like it I had a lot of fun with the creative freedom and hope you like where I took the story! Sorry it’s angsty!!

 Anakin had never much bothered to study the color of his right eye. There was no point in it really, the jedi code was strict, jedi knights could not form attachments with anyone, even soulmates did not trump it, though it felt cruel for the universe to give him one anyways.

A part of him long ago had mourned the loss of what could have been, had he stayed on Tattooine could he have met her? Was she out there somewhere waiting for him? A soulmate that could never be. Did she even know?

But as he grew up, started to get more serious about being a jedi knight and exactly what that meant he accepted it, accepted that perhaps the order had a reason to establish such a rule it their code. His mind became filled with other thoughts, troubles, dreams, desires, and he forgot about the soulmate that could have been and the color of her eye.

That was why he didn’t think twice when he saw the color of the bartenders left eye as she bent down just beside him to put a round of drinks on the table.

A part of him, a small part that never grew up or moved on, noted that the color of her left matched the color of his right but that didn’t mean much. There were only so many eye colors out there and he had met more than enough with the right color but that didn’t mean they were the ones.

He had a mission to focus on anyways, a table of mercenaries spread out around him as they accepted him as one of their own, talked of the job they were planning to pull off in just a few days, Anakin’s ears finely attuned to the conversation to report back to the council later.

A small break in the conversation as drinks were passed around and the man next to him asked for another, a voice sweet as honey answered him smoothly, the tone hinting at a smile behind those words and Anakin felt his attention being pulled, his gut wrenching ever so slightly as he found he needed to see who had spoken them, needed to see the smile for himself.

He was met with quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, the quick glance he stole just moments ago when she set down glasses not nearly enough to do her features justice, a soft smile playing on her lips that was effortlessly lighting up the room, drawing out a similar one on the man next to ham’s features along with quite possibly the most polite words he’d heard the man utter since sitting down. Somehow even getting a please at the end of his question.

He felt himself smirk at the sight, his eyes climbing further up her features before he froze, a very familiar left eye staring down at the mercenary as he spoke, his own eye.

A part of him insisted that it was a fluke, that blue eyes were common in Coruscant, that surely that couldn’t be his own, but at the same time he couldn’t let it go, couldn’t shake the thought as it consumed his conscious mind, his eyes only breaking from her as she slipped past to go back to the bar, his gaze hovering in the empty space where she had been for far too long.

“I’ll go grab that for you” the words were out of his mouth before he could even think them, a hand clapping the man next to him’s shoulder briefly as he stood up and made his way to the bar, at the moment not caring that he was abandoning his mission.

He walked up to the bar on Shakey legs, leaning more onto the countertop than necessary as he watched you work, pouring another drink for his table, her eyes flicking up to his as he stared for longer than what was polite.

She, however, didn’t seem to notice, her body freezing as her gaze connected with his own, her own eyes dancing happily back and forth between his, studying every detail carefully, drinking in the familiarity those eyes brought

“Oh-ah-what can I get you?” something snapped her out of the paralysis, her posture snapping upright as she tried to go back to her job, a distinct pink hue taking over her cheeks as he did so that had Anakin grinning.

“I’m Anakin” he held out his hand, not caring that that didn’t answer her question.

“Y/N” she returned with a smile, clearly showing that she didn’t care either, the handshake going on for a few seconds longer than was necessary.

Eventually Anakin regretfully withdrew his hand, elbow coming up to lean on the bar, by no means eager to leave “Can I just say you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen”

And to his delight she laughed at this, head going back slightly as her body shook with it. With that sound Anakin knew that he was screwed, you both were. Because there was no way this could possibly end well, but he was sure going to enjoy every moment with you in between

-

“Did you have a good date tonight?”

The question came from a darkened corner of your apartment, the familiar voice cutting unexpectedly through the silence making you jump slightly as you walked into the room, turning to shut and lock your door with an uncomfortable chuckle.

“You scared me” you tried to avoid the question, tried to move naturally to pull down the end of your dress, to act like this was all normal.

And to an extent it was, it wasn’t the first time Anakin had used the extra key you gave him, telling him he could come by whenever he liked, knowing he needed a place to get away from the order every once in a while. But this time was different, you knew it would be if he were here, was why you never even considered bringing the guy home with you that night, while that and a few more reasons…

“Did you have a good date tonight?” he repeated his question again and you knew you weren’t getting out of answering it. His tone wasn’t curious, it was flat, accusatory, it was a tone looking for a fight and you had a hard enough time talking yourself into going on the date in the first place, let alone defending that decision to Anakin.

“It was fine” you forced a shrug, forced your tone to be light and nonchalant, forced yourself out of the little foyer and into the room where he could actually see you from his chair, walking over to the kitchen for a glass of water, putting distance between the two of you as if that could calm the oncoming storm.

And to your surprise it seemed to work, his next words coming out much softer than before, barely more than a whisper “I haven’t seen that dress before”

You looked down at your dress as if you had forgotten what you were wearing, eyes grazing over the short, tight, black dress you had worn tonight for your date, a dress you’d worn because you knew you looked good in it, something your date obviously had noticed too. “It’s new”

You heard Anakin’s loud breath from across the room, a long sigh followed by a bitter chuckle, “you bought a new dress for him”

“Anakin why are you here?” you sighed, hands coming naturally to your hips as you looked down at the Jedi in his seated position, gearing up for the fight your could feel coming, the tension in the room thick enough you could feel it.

“I just want to know” he shrugged casually, giving you a moment’s pause to prepare for his next words, for the sucker punch he knew he was about to deliver “what’s the point?”

And just like that you could feel the anger building within you, feel every ounce of patience start to leave as you crossed your arms defensively over your chest, willing yourself to keep a level head “if you’re here just to start a fight you can leave”

“I was just curious” he had a smirk on his face as he pushed himself to his feet, as if he enjoyed taunting you like this “you know he’s not the one, will never be the one, so why bother?”

Your chest puffed as you forced calm deep breaths as he approached you, words forming and dying within your head as you formulated your response. Because there are still options you wanted to scream, for no other reason than to remind yourself of that fact. This was real life, shit happens, soulmates die, or never meet, or are jedi knights sworn to a stupid jedi code to never form attachments and people still needed options for a relationship, for intimacy, for love.

But you knew that argument would fall on deaf ears because it fell on your own the same way. Because it was too hard to believe you could still move on while he was here, to settle for second best while your soulmate stood right in front of you, the evidence written in his eyes that were identical to your own in every way.

“What would you have me do Ani?”

And you could feel the defeat slipping into your tone as you asked, the spite in you ebbing and flowing with the sadness in a way too complicated and too exhausting for you to keep up with as you mourned something that never was and never could be. How can a person mourn a relationship that does not exist?

You watched Anakin’s chest rise and fall before you as he took a few deep breaths in contemplation, the time bringing down his anger in his tone before he answered “I don’t know, I just-I thought I’d have more time”

This time it was your turn to laugh bitterly, taking a few steps back from him not needing to feel his overwhelming presence right now “Okay how about you give me a number, the number of days I’m allowed to wait before moving on and I’ll stick to that yeah?”

Another sigh escaped him as he dragged a hand down his tired face, “Look this is…this is hard for me-“

“Oh and you don’t think this is hard for me?” you asked with a scoff, hands coming back up to cross over your chest.

His eyes raked up and down your body for a brief second, the action sending shivers up your spine before he scoffed “oh yeah looks like you’re absolutely miserable”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” you demanded with a raised brow, neither of you bothering to cap the volume of your voices, not caring if your neighbors could hear at this point.

“Oh poor Y/N has to go out on dates with guys who fawn over how beautiful she is” Anakin put a slight whine in his voice as he mocked you, “Least you don’t have to watch your soulmate fall in love with someone else”

“And who’s fault is that?” you countered immediately but you could feel the pressure starting to build in the base of your throat, the draw in your forehead as your eyebrows drew together.

Anakin drew his in response, his voice doping down once again as he looked at you in confusion, “you blame me for this?”

Seeing the way your lip quiver ever so slightly, the glass sheen that grew over your eyes, Anakin was reaching for you instinctively, but you batted his hands away quickly, taking another step back, curling your arms around yourself protectively “who else would I blame?” you asked hollowly “you’re a jedi, you can’t form attachments, you don’t get to have a soulmate, I don’t fit into your world”

Anakin’s response to that came quickly, “say the word and I’ll leave”

And it was spoken so softly, so earnestly that you froze on the spot, eyes bouncing back and forth between his, a perfect match of your own. “what?”

“Say the word and I will leave the Jedi order” he repeated never breaking eye contact with you, never hesitating on a single word.

“No you don’t mean that” you said softly, shaking your head ever so slightly because he couldn’t mean that. The jedi order was Anakin’s life, it is all he’s ever known, it had his mentor Obi-wan, the closest thing he had to family.

“I could get a job with you” he insisted nonetheless, taking slow steps towards you, grabbing your hands in his and giving them a soft squeeze “or fixing things, maybe a mechanic, I don’t know but I could figure it out. Just say the word and I’m yours”

And gods that was exactly what you had always wanted to hear from him. Because he was yours, he was your soulmate just as you were his, and here he was telling you that you were his priority, that he would give up everything for you, that you were more important to him than any future or destiny set out already before him.

Gods did it hurt to hear those words knowing they could never be true.

“that’s not fair” your words came out as barely more than a whisper, the first of your tears finally spilling over the surface and down your cheek, the lump in your throat growing so large it hurt.

“We could live here” he continued on, a soft smile on his face as he spoke “cook eachother dinner, watch movies on the couch, do normal couple things-“

“Stop, please Ani just stop” you had to cut him off, had to stop the image of what your life could be like from forming, stop to onslaught of what ifs from streaming past, because you were weak, and you knew if he kept going, if he kept staring down at you with that hopeful smile and puppydog eyes that you would cave.

“Just say the word” he whispered back to you, giving your hands another soft squeeze.

You pulled them out of his, pulled your body away from his, shaking your head as you put as much distance as possible between the two of you “you can’t put that on me Anakin. You don’t get to make this my decision so that you get to resent me later for making it”

His brows furrowed at that “I wouldn’t resent you, I want to leave the order, I want to chose you, just tell me that I can”

“You can’t” a bitter laugh escaped you at that, a glare sent his direction because he knew why he couldn’t, knew why things had to be the way they were and still was insistent that it was your problem, your fault “I know about the prophecy, I know you’re supposed to be ‘the chosen one’, that you bring light to the force or whatever, so you don’t get to just walk away from everything”

“And yet here I am” the anger was bighting back into his voice, the volume starting to rise again “saying that I will walk away from everything for you”

Another tear spilt over and you didn’t bother to wipe it away, refusing to break eye contact with Anakin as he dared you to say something, dared you to tell him to stay. Why did he have to make it so hard, why couldn’t he accept that this was the way things had to be. “I will not be that girl. I will not be the one to doom the entire galaxy, the entire order, especially while we are on the cusp of a war, for selfish reasons”

Anakin took a minute to respond, a deep breath filing the silence before another small hollow chuckle “and you still say this is my fault?”

And there it was, the reason he had started this fight, to release him of his own guilt. To be able to say that he wasn’t ruining your chance at having a relationship with your soulmate, rather you were ruining his.

And at this point fine. You were tired, done with the same argument, done having to rationalize everything not only to yourself but to Anakin as well. If he wanted you to be the bad guy then fine you’ll be the bad guy.

“Anakin” you sighed, a hand coming to your forehead as you pinched the bridge of your nose as you prepared yourself “just leave”

You could see him set his jaw at your words, the way his hands balled up into fists, but he said nothing more, simply made for the door.

“Leave the key”

He froze at the words you had thrown back at him last minute, the implications you were trying to sneak upon him in the last seconds, his head whipping around to look at you.

“Why don’t we talk about this tomorrow” he tried to grovel with you, tried to back down from the ledge you had put you both upon.

“I can’t do this anymore” you pleaded back to him, arms defensively over your chest as you tried and failed to maintain your eye contact, seeing your own eyes staring back at you hurting too much “can’t keep having the same argument, I can’t have you around all the time, so close and never close enough. I can’t do it anymore Anakin”

And he blinked back at you in surprise, hesitating for a long moment before he thrust his hand into a pocket of his robes, rooting around for a minute before extracting a small metal key, holding it stationary in the air for a second before hesitantly setting it down on your coffee table, hand hovering above it for a moment before he extracted it.

“I’ll see you around then…right?”

The hopeful tone in his voice killed you, both of you knowing that your paths didn’t cross naturally, that he was often gone for weeks at a time on missions, that he had a war to win.

“Yeah Ani, sure”

And he forced on a smile at your words, the corners of his lips just barely tilting up before he turned back around and headed for the door, your eyes breaking down to the key.

There was the sound of the door shutting, then a brief pause, and the sound of footsteps retreating down the hall before you were ushered into the deafening silence of your empty apartment, eyes never breaking from the small metal key on the coffee table.

Part 2 Here

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[theputterer]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

tagged by my friend @fortysevenswrites

this order is somewhat loose, it changes depending on my Mood.

gray areas

Gray, in all its varieties, serves as a perfect understanding of who Cassian Andor is. Gray gives Cassian Andor’s life meaning. It colors it, entirely. The life of Cassian Andor, from the ice-covered mountains of Fest, to the white sand beaches of Scarif, and all the gray areas in between.

to the surprise of absolutely fucking no one, gray areas continues to be my beloved, the first fic I posted and the OG Nonsense. while I don't think the prose is particularly noteworthy (some of it is quite good but you can also tell I was Possessed and just banging out the chapters like a machine), I'm still very proud of the plot and themes I managed to drag out of it. I am obsessed with the idea of the narrative explicitly telling you what is going to happen even while the character(s) don't know, and that happens a lot in this. (there is no way to change the ending). I think the original characters in this are also interesting, particularly Asori, Nerezza, and Taraja; and Zeferino, who many readers were stunningly fond of, lol. when I wrote it in 2016/2017 it was still in line with the "canon" backstory, something I did put some effort in. Andor has absolutely shut the door on that one but I think the story still holds up as an alternate take on what Cassian Andor's backstory could have been.

2. to meet beyond shadows

Five years after the Battle of Crait, the Resistance wages a fierce war against the First Order. Jedi Master Ben Organa-Solo guides the New Jedi Order in the war, and their fight against Supreme Leader Kylo Ren and his Knights. But there are evils waiting to be awakened. Words that must be said. Myths that must be realized. Brothers that must be confronted. The end is near. [Or: Ben Solo is not the one who becomes Kylo Ren, in this full TROS AU/rewrite.]

I return to this series a lot, my Sequel Trilogy AU in which Leia and Han had identical twin sons, expanding on the twin themes present thru Star Wars (literal twins but also metaphorical twins, good and evil, light and dark etc). one of them goes the Kylo Ren route while the other does not. my take on Kylo in the Sequel Trilogy is that he never had a chance with the uniqueness he couldn't help, and that he inherited all the worst traits of the Skywalkers, so it was fun to explore what might have happened if he had a brother who was his mirror, a brother who was the best of the Skywalkers yet loved him unconditionally still. I wrote a lot about brothers on opposite sides who still loved each other so desperately in the Nonsense, and this series built on that foundation. (Local Woman Who Is Not A Brother Constantly Writes About Brothers). Ben has a really great arc in this series that's one of the finest character arcs I've ever done, if not THE finest. and I so treasured the way multiple readers came to sympathize and understand Bail/Kylo and his ultimate ending, a character who was never interested in redemption but sort of stumbled into it anyway. this last story in the series is the biggest departure from the Sequel Trilogy as a whole (the other two mostly followed TFA and TLJ) and I think it's very good. I love the plot, the Old EU lore I borrowed from, the tragedy and the euphoria, seeing the end coming and being powerless to stop it, and the ultimate messages it shared. **chef's kiss** [my gravestone will probably read something like "here lies theputterer who died as she lived; trying to get people to read her Sequel Trilogy AU"] [honestly this fic might be the best I've ever written, at least Technically speaking]

3. death trembles to take us

Jyn has walked the Earth for over four thousand years, leading a team of warriors. They’ve fought in hundreds of battles, and died hundreds of times, returning to take up their weapons and fight again. They choose to fight for what they believe in, as the world turns and changes around them. But in Juba, they encounter an existential threat, one they have never seen before. And meanwhile, on the other side of the world, an assassin dies on a city street, only to rise again. [A THE OLD GUARD au]

the little story that could! a very self-indulgent AU that got such a lovely and gratifying response from the fandom(s). (special shoutout to the SEVERAL readers who gave this fic a shot even tho they'd never seen The Old Guard and/or didn't care for it lol). I am quite proud of it. it was fun to explore history and come up with backstories for the Rogue One gang that still meshed with what we know of them in canon. I like the themes and messages the story delivered. I would also be deeply remiss in not Once Again thanking @rifle-yes for the support and enthusiasm. at least half of the readers of this fic were drawn to it thanks to their efforts. I also don't think I would have attempted my Fringe AU without the readers of this story.

4. Lady Lazarus

A woman dies in Venice. That’s how the story goes. It’s very important they follow where the story goes. Where it’s supposed to go.

listen. I was also very surprised. I watched the Mission: Impossible movies for the first time this summer and totally fell in love with Ilsa Faust, this very cool and interesting spy with somewhat fluid loyalties. also the movies fucking rule. go see Dead Reckoning: Part One while it's still in theaters. as a known connoisseur of the Tragic Love Story, I ate that shit up and wrote a speculative story/ character study exploring Ilsa in the movie. prayer circle it becomes correct. I like the flow of this fic and the prose of it is quite nice and also all the resurrection bits. Rebecca Ferguson forever!!!

5. a ghost story

He looked at Fima. “The shadow; the man. What did he look like?” Fima swallowed, and Cassian did not like the way his son was looking at him, with something akin to wariness, something close to fear. “Like you.” [Or: a ghost story about fathers, sons, and the trauma of abandonment.]

I think all of my little short stories in the Nonsense Expanded Universe are nice and so this last spot could be interchangeable. but I am very fond of a ghost story, in that it is sweet and tragic and allows Cassian a bit of understanding with who Gabriel was, something he desperately needed and was very much paling in comparison to all he came to know about Serafima. also ghosts/hauntings are very fun.

tagging: @rifle-yes, @callioope @vaderkat @alecjmarsh and anyone else who wants to give it a shot!

#writing #my writing #my fic #personal #it remains very funny how i will go to bat for my fics any day of the week #but getting me to praise or even look at my original stories sends me into the ocean

[the-oc-lass]

OC's with Lassie

Tis I, The OC Lass! You can call me Lassie or Christine (Lassie is more fun but Christine is an actual name soooo).

In case you couldn't tell by my name, I like OCs. I'm a bit of an OC addict. My brain literally cannot go into new media without either creating a new OC for it or inserting an existing OC into it. It's a problem. That being said, I have some OCs that I'm pretty happy with, and some of them I've written/am writing fanfics for. That being said, there are some that I haven't written about or have written very little about, and I want to share with the internet. I don't know if I'll keep with it, but my current plan is to write about a new OC every Friday. We'll see how that goes.

But, without further ado, let's start with one of my Star Wars OC's, Onteile Tiax.

So, big stuff first. Onteile is part of an original alien species that I came up with called Alkavarians.

An Alkavarian summary: Alkavarians have colorful hair and eyes, and their eyes are very special two pupiled eyes that help them see in the dark but are sensitive to quick light changes. They also have colorful markings on their skin that can pretty much be any color. Alkavarians are a race of telepaths and are considered highly dangerous (because I feel like when people write about telepathy and having the ability to control minds, they don't do anything with the very vast number of things that the brain controls, so I did that. If you'd like to learn more, I wrote a whole series about a different Alkavarian OC for The Mandalorian) in terms of abilities. However, they're actually considered a very diplomatic people. Don't mind working with other species but it's looked down upon to marry and reproduce with other species (especially older generations who are high and mighty about pure Alkavarian blood). There is a reason, which is that despite their power, their genetic identifiers don't tend to carry through to hybrid kids (and no hybrid will look exactly like their Alkavarian parent). More on that later!

So, back to Onteile. Before the Clone Wars and before she was married or had kids (her husband is an absolute fucking gem by the way, please let me know if you'd like me to talk about him), she was engaged to a Mandalorian woman and they ran around as freedom fighters together. Onteile's fiancée was killed in their last battle before they were supposed to get married, and Onteile, in a fit of grief, casually went and banged her friend, Kit Fisto (listen. I'm ace, but that is a tall, sexy fish man). They couldn't be together, of course, so she eventually married her current husband, who she does love and care about very much. Nowadays, she's still friends with many Jedi, including Kit Fisto and Obi-Wan Kenobi, and senators like Bail Organa. She's a highly respected warrior and diplomat who brings her home planet, Critri, into the Clone Wars to help the Republic. She generally works in the senate or goes on diplomatic missions, but she's not actually a senator. However, occasionally she works on Republic ships and the battlefield. Through this, she gets close to many of the clones, primarily the 501st and 212th (but she also bonds with clones from other legions, like Plo Koon's 104th) and becomes like something of a mother to them. She's already a very maternal figure as she has two young daughters at home, and her kindness and soothing presence makes her very dear to the clones' hearts. She gets to the point of calling them her sons and offering them a home on her planet when the war is over. She also brings several home and they become like big brothers to her daughters (particularly the younger one). She mourns every son she loses and keeps track of them all so that she can honor them.

I did start writing a fic about Onteile and wrote her into a couple of episodes, but I got burnt out and it's till unfinished. That being said, you can read the first five chapters here. Perhaps season 3 of The Bad Batch will catapult me back into a Star Wars obsession. Let's hope, because I do miss Onteile and my other Star Wars OCs. More on those on another day. May write more about Onteile if I remember more (maybe a part 2). I may also see if I can find some of my sketches of her. We'll see.

But until then, this has been OC's with Lassie.

#lassie speaks #ocs with lassie #star wars #star wars oc #original character #to oc or not to oc #oc & canon #my star wars ocs #oc: Onteile Tiax

[thrushforreal]

Its May the 4th!

What lightsaber colors would the batfam have? Would they be Jedi? Sith? Something in between, or something that is neither? Lets see! This is purely just for fun for me, if you don’t agreed with colors or anything that's fine, feel free to put in the comments what you think their lightsaber color would actually be!

Alfred: I feel like Alfred wound have a Light Blue Saber, based on his background in military. When he was younger he would have had a Brilliant Blue Saber, but as he grew older it faded. He isn’t any less capable, just older. Just a single sided Saber

Bruce: While it would be great to give Bruce a Black Saber, I personally don’t think it actually fits him. Instead I think that Bruce would have a Magenta Saber. He used to have a Purple Saber, tapping into some dark side techniques whilst training with the League. It turned Magenta after he struggled with his connection to the Force, losing it for a short while after Jasons death. When he finally reconnected with it, he found that his saber had dimmed from Purple to Magenta. He uses a single sided Saber.

Barbara: Babs has a Yellow Green Saber, more Yellow than Green as of late but still Yellow Green. Her color has never changed, not even when the Joker injured her. It didn’t change her, just made her think and use her abilities in a different way. When she does use her Saber it is a single sided one.

Dick: Cyan, a mix between Blue and Green. He used to have an Indigo Saber, a mix between Blue and Purple, and before that a Green Saber. But he no longer uses any Dark side abilities. And after many long hours of meditation he was able to reestablish his connection with just the Light side, although his new connection was no longer just on the spiritual level like it was before. He carries two like his escrima sticks.

Jason: At the moment Jason has an Indigo Saber, although it could change as Jasons Saber has changed the most. When he was first starting out as a young Padawan he had an Orange Saber, never fighting unless he had to, although pranking was very much on the table. After his death and subsequent revival his Saber took on a Purple color, due to Talia and the Leagues teachings. Talia was, unhappy, with this, hoping that he would come out with a Red Saber. When Jason was accepted back into the fold, his saber slowly changed into his now Indigo Saber. You know Ezras gun Saber, yeah Jason has that. He also just has a couple blasters in him, because, it’s Jason.

Cass: Cass has a White Saber. A White saber (for those who might not know) is a Saber that has been ‘healed’ so to say from the red of being on the Dark side. She had a Red Saber growing up, from exclusive use of the Dark side and her fathers influence. When she came to Gotham and started to work with Bruce and the rest of them she went through a Jedi healing ritual for the soul and came out of it with a blinding White Saber. She switches between a double-sided Saber and a single sided Saber.

Steph: Now Steph, you could give her a couple of different colors but I've decided to go with Blue. A deep brilliant Blue, a guardian of her order, always on the front lines, although she does seem to be dipping close to Indigo. She uses a single sided Saber

Tim: Tim has a Yellow Saber, his focus always been on more practical ways of fighting and learning. He and Babs have upgraded countless numbers of Jedi and Sith technologies, improving and perfecting them. He uses a double-sided Saber, like his Bo staff.

Trace: They have an Orange Saber, cementing their insistence on not fighting unless they had to because they are a healer. She has taken it upon herself to learn as many different ways to heal others with and without the force. Their saber is single sided, although rarely used.

Duke: Due to his Metahuman abilities I feel like Duke would have a Green Saber. Those with a Green Saber will tend to use Force abilities more than their saber. It just feels right. Fun fact Duke actually didn’t have a Saber for a good amount of time, and he just used the Force and his Metahuman powers. When he did get his Saber he didn’t want any modifications so he kept it single sided.

Damian: To the disappointment of Talia and Ras Damian has a Purple Saber rather than a Red Saber. He takes after his Father in that way, which is the reason Talia sent him to Bruce. While fighting with his Saber Damian will switch from single sided to double-sided to two sabers swiftly.

Happy May the 4th! May the Force be With You

#BatFam #Batman Oc #dc #star wars #lightsaber #shapes and colors #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #barbara gordon #jason todd #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #tim drake #tim drake-wayne #trace drake #trace drake-wayne #stephanie brown #duke thomas #damian al ghul #damian wayne #this was fun for me

[jedimordsith]

A continuation of the “Luke gets stuck in a parallel universe and finds/raises bb!Mara” madness I posted Wednesday. 

This... is not six sentences. In fact it’s stupidly long. But have it anyway. 

Mace felt Luke’s welcome in the Force before he’d quite reached the other man’s door. It was familiar, and he didn’t bother announcing himself as he let himself in. 

Just inside the threshold, he stopped. A recorded voice was reciting common facts about thrantcills when a child’s voice interrupted.

“What’s a flock?” 

“A flock is what a group of flying creatures is called,” Luke answered patiently. 

“Does Artoo have a flock?” 

“No.” Luke sounded amused. “He can fly, but he’s a droid. Not a flying animal.”

He got her talking. Mace stifled a smile. Let’s see how quickly he regrets that. Deppa had been older when he’d taken her as a padawan, but all masters spent some time in the creches. He knew just how inquisitive the younglings were at Mara’s age. Luke would likely spend the next several years answering questions like why and how and when approximately a hundred times per day now that he’d gotten his little wildling over her silence. 

Artoo was whistling something, presumably his opinions on flying or appropriate names for groups of droids, when Mace rounded the corner into the small kitchen area.

Mara was sitting on a tall stool. While her clothing was simpler than her master’s, it mimicked his in that it was black from throat to toe. Her tiny boots kicked idly as she held her bearsloth with one arm and a half-eaten biscuit in her other hand. She was still incredibly small for her age, but her color was better, Mace noted. 

Luke stood behind her, comb in hand, wrangling her fine hair into a braid around the crown of her head. In front of them, Artoo was propped on his back legs, a paused educational holo on Coruscant beaming from his holo projector to fill the air. 

“What did he say?” Mara demanded. 

Before Luke could translate the string of binary, Mara caught sight of Mace and her entire body went rigid. 

Mace’s heart squeezed at the rush of her alarm in the Force.  

“Mace,” Luke greeted him warmly as he finished pinning the braid in place. “Come in. Mara, this is Master Windu.” 

“I think Uncle Mace is more than sufficient.” Mace moved toward them slowly, nodding at the droid when it shut off the projector and rolled backward to give him room. “Hello, Mara.” 

Mara tipped her head back to glance at Luke then, clutching her stuffed animal tighter, squared her little shoulders. “Hello,” she managed. 

Mace offered her a gentle smile. “That’s a good holo you picked to watch. I think Deppa memorized the entire series. Deppa is my little girl. Or she was. She’s all grown up now.” 

Mara seemed to consider that. “Is she a Jedi?” 

“She is.” Mace couldn’t help his glow of pride. “She’s a very good Jedi.” 

“Luke says I can be a Jedi. When I’m bigger. And if I’m good for Master Che we can go to the lib’ary soon.” 

“I’m sure Master Nu would be very happy to meet you. Have you toured the Temple yet?” 

Mara shook her head. 

“We have to get her all-clear from the healers before we can do anything fun,” Luke said. 

It was, Mace suspected, a reminder for the little girl as much as an explanation for him. 

Mara sighed, rather dramatically. Mace clamped down on the chuckle that threatened to escape. 

“Well, I’ve brought you something that might come in handy when you get that far.” Reaching into his robe, he produced a very small device. Holding it out so Mara could see it, he pressed the button on the side. A miniature holo popped up. “It’s a map of the Temple,” Mace explained as the little girl’s eyes went wide. “So that you can always find your way where you’re trying to go.” He gestured toward her. “May I?” 

Mara twisted to look at Luke again. 

“No one will touch you unless you want them to,” he said softly. 

Something about the way he said it and the firmness underlying the words made Mace’s heart hurt and kindled flames of resentment. No youngling so small should need such assurances. 

Mara looked at him again, weighing him carefully with intent green eyes. Finally, she put the biscuit down and held out one skinny wrist. “Yes please.” 

Mace fastened the strap around her wrist gently, then stepped back. 

“Can you say ‘thank you’?” Luke prompted. 

“Thank you,” Mara parroted, staring at the new device. 

“Why don’t you and Artoo go finish the holo in my room?” Luke suggested, lifting her off the stool and setting her on her feet. “While I talk to Mace for a minute. Then we can go see Master Che and get cleared to go the gardens to see a real thrantcill, all right?” 

“Okay.” Mara obediently followed Artoo down the short hall and disappeared into Luke’s room. 

“Vokara’s going to be impressed that you got her talking,” Mace commented as soon as she was out of earshot. “My understanding is that they didn’t get a word out of her the entire way here. Her father told them she couldn’t speak.” 

“Don’t.” There was a bite to Luke’s voice and a muscle in his jaw flexed. “Don’t tell me where she’s from or how we got her. Or I might find my across the galaxy and do something very-un-jedi-like.” 

Mace regarded him solemnly, his suspicions confirmed. “Who was she? In your timeline?” 

Luke glanced toward his room, his heart on his sleeve. “Just what she is now. A child, bright in the Force, who needed someone to love her.” He paused, a trickle of bitterness escaping. “Only it wasn’t the Jedi who acquired her. It was a Sith. He beat her and molded her into a tool, then discarded her like yesterday’s trash when he died.”

Mace managed to contain his wince and kept his voice low and even. 

“And what was she to you?” 

Luke propped his elbows on the counter and dropped his head, grief written in every line of his body. “We would have been lovers, if she’d lived. She wanted to — the Emperor had… there was damage. We were going slow. But we’d already bonded. She was part of me.” 

“I assume she’s not still in that other timeline waiting for you.”

“She died.” Luke’s voice was flat. “It was supposed to be a simple recon mission to a planet called Byss. To check out rumors about an Imperial stronghold forming.”

“It wasn’t simple,” Mace guessed. 

“The Sith who’d abused her had found a way to reborn.” 

Mace didn’t even try to understand how that might be possible. For the hundredth time, he thanked the Force for sending them Luke and sparing this timeline the hell his friend’s galaxy had known. 

“She sliced a world devastator and immolated the entire planet,” Luke continued. “By herself. With herself. Because she refused to let him hurt anyone else ever again. I—” his voice broke. “She tried to warn me, about the bond. About the risk. But I didn’t listen. Losing her nearly killed me. Literally.” 

“She sounds like an incredible woman.” 

“She was. She would have made an amazing Jedi, too, if she’d been given the chance.” Luke’s jaw set stubbornly. “She will, here. I’m going to give her everything she deserved and never got in my world. She’s going to be magnificent.” 

“Hmmm.” Mace cocked his head. “I see why you went right around all the protocols to claim her.” 

Luke’s mouth twisted up wryly at the corners. “Seeing her broke open the old bond. I couldn’t very well let someone else take her after that.”

“Of course not.” Mace pretended to consider the situation. “Now that I have the whole story, though, I’m going to have to insist that you let me adopt you. I can’t in good conscience let someone like your Mara be raised in a lineage that includes Obi-wan and your father without some more balancing influences. Besides,” he added more seriously, “I raised a girl myself. I can tell you that having another human woman in her life was extremely helpful to Deppa when she hit adolescence. Mara should have the same.”

“She’ll need more than me,” Luke agreed. “As much family as I can find for her, even. She never had anyone before. I don’t want that for her again. And Force knows she was good at things I never mastered.” His expression took on a wicked glint. “If we let Obi-wan tutor her in negotiating the galaxy won’t know what hit it.”  

“Kenobi could use someone fresh to terrorize him,” Mace opined. “We should let her have a crack at Quinlan, too. When she’s ready, of course.” He clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “For now, you’re doing a good job just as you are.” 

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