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momojedi · 8 months

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Imagine: You're Count Dooku’s apprentice and Uncle General Grievous has to watch over you

Type: Headcanons; GN! Reader (platonic) Character(s): General Grievous, Count Dooku (mentioned) Notes: I love Grievous so much and since in my opinion, he doesn't get enough love as a character, I decided to write something for him ! The reader is referenced to be younger than any of Dooku's usual apprentices but whether they're a child or not is really up to you.

Let’s be clear: Grievous is not a good babysitter. In fact, he’s so bad at it that, instead of watching over you, he will send a batch of battle droids to take care of you.

The second he sees you after Count Dooku approached him, he’s already mentally retreating. Grievous is a general, a separatist myth that leaves Jedi alike fearing him, someone who’s destroyed the lives of legends. In what world would someone like him waste his time babysitting some lousy Sith padawan?

Needless to say he’ll be biting back the urge to insult and offend his superior for merely suggesting this kind of job and accepted it, leaving you to trail behind him as you and your master go separate ways.

But don’t get any ideas! Just because Grievous sweetly nods and agrees to anything Dooku says, doesn’t mean he’ll treat you with the same respect. You are below him, a mere apprentice. You are at the absolute bottom of the food chain in his eyes and that's exactly how he’ll treat you.

Well, he will at first.

The first few weeks, he won’t give a flying kriff about you. Instead, he'll send some battle droids your way to keep you occupied while he takes care of his war duties, such as bitching and moaning about General Kenobi.

It is only when he sees you fight for the first time that he's a bit taken back. You're by far one of, if not the, youngest apprentice he's ever seen trailing behind Dooku. Naturally, he was already mocking you internally, after all you were nothing but a meek, feeble leech in his very eyes.

Or that's what he expected, at least.

But when he sees you standing your ground when you engage with some troopers as things once again get a bit heated with the GAR, he has to admit he's quite impressed. He intently watches you, your timed moves and has to admit to himself; you do know what you're doing.

So, once the fight is over, he decides to keep you around until further notice, taking in the position of second-in-command until Dooku calls you back.

However, despite your new role, he's still distant and his usual grouchy self. He doesn't talk to you unless it's a briefing or necessary information for an upcoming battle/mission. Still, he starts to notice that he can't help but enjoy your presence.

He starts to care about you, your health, your well-being even.

You got injured on your last mission? Grievous is going to tear apart whoever is responsible for that.

You are stranded on some inhabited planet? Not to worry, Grievous will personally locate and gather you this instant.

Some pirates kidnapped you to get a ransom out of the separatists? Hondo. Grievous will set aside all his duties, track down where they're hiding you and blow that place into pieces once he's made sure you're safe and sound.

Once your time on his ship has come to an end and you're off to learning at your master's sides again, he's definitely going to miss having you around though he'd never admit that.

"Looks like the general's missing someo-" That battle droid was turned into scraps before it could even think of finishing that sentence.

With the Seperatists' leaders having somewhat developed a soft spot for you in general, even Dooku can't help but notice your slight sorrow as you're taken away from Grievous' base.

And so, whenever there's a chance for you to see your favourite General again, he won't think twice about taking you along so you have a chance of seeing him again.

And despite his cold and wicked exterior, there's still a glint of joy in his eyes when he catches sight of you.

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get-wr3ckered · 1 year

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| Karma- (GN Reader x The Bad Batch) |

Warnings: None I guess? There's like one threat in here but other than that I don't think there's anything that warrants a warning. Wordcount: 985

Notes:

This is my first attempt at writing anything in the x reader style and I’m actually kinda pleased with how it came out.

Reader has an established nickname/ call sign (hint- it's literally the title).

While Reader is gender neutral, they're AFAB.

Previously I’ve only ever written for OCs so this was a fun little challenge for me.

At this point, this has been through like four rewrites so I'm just gonna post it before I can change my mind about liking it and hope for the best.

I think I’ve added all the appropriate warnings and tags but if I’ve missed something or tagged it incorrectly feel free to let me know and I’ll fix it asap!

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-Chapter One-

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You wanted it to be stated on record that you had played no part in the planning of your current assignment.

Breaking into a Seperatist droid manufacturing facility was not a new experience for you, nor was it the first time you’d found yourself imprisoned by the Seperatists. Truth be told the latter of the two scenarios had occurred a few more times than you were willing to admit but those instances had been at the hands of your own poor planning. The latest capture, however, was in no way, shape or form the result of your own actions.

Allow the Separatists to capture you on purpose, the Jedi Council had said. It would be the easiest way to acquire the information the Council needed, they’d said. One thing the Council, whether purposefully or not, had failed to mention within their infallible plan was the presence of one particular droid look-alike.

Oh how you couldn't wait to shove their plan- and Grievous' ridiculous faceplate- down their throats, once you were face to face with them again.

"Was looking like something a Bantha chewed up and spat out intentional?" You posed in faux thoughtfulness, the thumb and forefinger of your prosthetic hand stroking at your chin dramatically. "Or was that just a not-so-happy accident when you got your work done?"

One of the droids tasked with guarding your cell let out a sound akin to that of a snicker but quickly fell silent when met with a scathing look from Grievous- or what you assumed to be a scathing look, given that his true features were covered making it near impossible to decipher the Seperatist General's expressions.

Now, was goading Grievious and deliberately trying to piss him off a smart move? No, no it was not and you were well aware of such but when it was so easy to press his buttons, you would be remiss to leave such an easy target be.

"You know, if you're looking to get that-" You gestured openly to Grievous in his entirety. "-fixed I know a guy. He worked wonders with my hand after, y'know, you cut it off."

Again one of the droids failed to keep silent, another would-be snicker hanging in the air within their cell. Could droids even snicker? You weren’t sure but the small sound only furthered Grievous' irritation so it was a much-welcomed addition.

"My patience grows thin," Grievous remarked, his attention fixing itself solely on you. "Tell me what I wish to know and I may offer you the mercy of a swift death."

You paused, taking a moment to at least appear as though you were contemplating his oh-so-generous offer.

"Tempting," You hummed, seemingly uncaring that given your chained position it would've been all too easy for Grievous to draw one of his Sabers and slice you into ribbons without much effort. "But this cell's pretty comfy. I think I'll stick around, y'know?"

Grievous fumed, mechanical arm reaching back to tear the head of one of the battle droids clean off.

'Distract Grievous' you thought, 'check'.

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There had been many occasions in which Commander Cody had wanted to throttle you throughout the time you'd known one another.

All too often you'd find yourself in trouble. Your ever-impulsive decisions backfired on you more frequently than he knew you'd ever willingly admit. Yet there Cody would be time and time again, coming to your aid without question.

The same could be said for you though. There had been several occasions in which the 212th had landed in a tricky spot and your transmissions would arrive in the nick of time, containing the information needed to change the tides of battle.

It was like clockwork, really. When one was in need the other appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Obi-Wan had joked once or twice that you and Cody were two sides of the same coin.

Now, stood awaiting the arrival of Clone Force 99, that same wish to throttle you had returned like a persistent, nagging itch.

When he'd heard that you'd once again gotten yourself captured by the separatists, Cody had wasted no time in deploying a squad of his men to retrieve you. He would've gone himself and personally dragged you out of the Seppies' grasp by your ear but the Council had deemed his presence needed elsewhere. Returning from his own deployment to find that his men had failed to spring you from the Separatist camp was unwelcome news, to say the least.

Watching as the Havoc Marauder came into view, landing smoothly across the way allowed Cody to let out a breath of relief he hadn't been aware he'd been holding in. When the ship's ramp lowered, the Batch filing out with their newest addition in tow, Cody was quick to meet them halfway.

"Sergeant," Cody nodded.

"Commander," Hunter responded in turn, removing his helmet and resting it in the crook of his arm. "Your transmission sounded urgent."

Cody offered the group an appreciative nod. "You hightailing it here's appreciated. Unfortunately the situations time sensitive so there's no time to chit-chat."

The way Cody's shoulders were tensed set the Batch on edge, Hunter hearing the nervous pattern his heartbeat had taken on. "Understood, Commander."

"I've already sent a briefing over to Tech," Cody explained while the aforementioned Batcher pulled out his datapad in search of said briefing. "I'll be honest boys, I don't care how you play this one out. Hell, blow the place sky high for all I care just bring them back in one piece."

No one made a sound, not even Wrecker despite the express permission granted to blow something up. The only response Cody received was a swift nod from each of the Batch before they were turning tail back to the Marauder.

The sense of urgency in Cody's words had lit a fire under the Batch, and Maker help anyone who got in their way.

#first fic #star wars #star wars tbb #star wars clone wars #the bad batch #commander cody #clone force 99 #gn reader #x reader #star wars fic

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bamfahsoka · 1 year

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Change of Fate: Chapter 1

NO WARNINGS for the chapter!😊👍

The campaign to retake Ringo Vinda from the Seperatists started as any other. The 501st and 104th joined forces in hopes of taking back the planet quickly and begin to establish the planet's government. The strategy was simple yet effective. After detonating a blast at the Seperatists' base, you plan to use the terrain's natural barriers and strategically placed small teams of men, to create a bottleneck effect and force the droid army into such a small area that they had no choice but to line up and walk straight into your men's blaster fire.

"Alright teams, check in" you said over your com.

"Team 1 in position" Jesse replied

"Team 2 in position" Fives reported

"Team 3 in position," Hardcase yelled into the com a little too excited for his own good.

From behind you, you hear Rex telling the other teams that he and your team are in position and ready.

" Hardcase, how are you looking over there? Are you ready to blow up some clankers?" you called out to Hardcase over the com.

"You know it General!!! Charges are set and ready to go, on your mark. "

You looked back at Rex, and he gave you a silent nod in acknowledgment. You turned around, and with your signature smart mouth you called over the com

" Let's take down some tinnies boys!"

You got a booming "Yes Sir!" Across your com.

Not a second later, you hear the distant explosion of the Separatist base and feel the rumbling of the ground underneath your feet. As the rumbling subsides, the sound of marching droids takes its place.

Jesse's voice came across your comm

"Droids are approaching position."

As planned, the buildings and surrounding landscape funnels the droid army into your trap. Once the first few droids made their way through the bottleneck, you called out over the coms

"Fire!"

With you in front of your team deflecting enemy fire, you and the men of the 501st made quick work of the tinnies. Once the last droid fell, you and your team met with the rest of the 501st.

"Well done boys!" You cheered.

You walked over to Kix, and checked in with your injured. Luckily, there were minimal injuries, and the injuries that the men did endure were not serious. After you checked in with Kix, you checked in with Rex to make sure the remaining men were doing well, and ready to join Master Plo and the 104th to continue the efforts to take back the planet. Rex and Fives admitted that one trooper wasn't acting like himself…Tup. The three of you went over to Tup, and you asked if he was OK. Tup forced himself to appear confident and sure; but you could feel the turmoil. His force signature also seemed muted, like something was trying to take over. You didn't push the young trooper to explain his feelings; however, you were concerned, and you were going to keep an eye on him.

You and the 501st made your way over to the 104th's position. As the 104th came into view, you could see that they were taking down the last advancing platoon of droids. You have your men form another line of defense. As you jump in front of the clones, you can't help but longingly scan the battle field, for Wolffe. You find him dodging blaster fire and shooting back with deadly accuracy. You're pulled out of your daydream by a dark shift in a nearby force signature. As your deflecting enemy fire, you also try to find the source of the disturbance. Suddenly the force screams at you from behind in warning. As time seems to slow down you hear a voice calling your name.

"Y/N!"

You attempted to use the Force, to dodge the incoming blaster fire, but you were unable to get away unscathed. You turned just enough to avoid the lethal shot, but you were still hit in the shoulder. The force and searing pain of the shot almost brought you to your knees. You moved to take cover so you could assess the damage and gather your thoughts without getting shot again, whether it be enemy or friendly fire. It's then that you look up and looking back at you with his rifle still aimed in your direction was Tup.

Wolffe ran to your side.

"Y/N! Are you ok?! Where are you hit?!"

"Shoulder, but I'll be ok" you managed to get out while grimacing in pain.

The usually stone-faced Commander Wolffe had a rare look of fear on his face. He tried to keep his face and voice professional, but for a quick second, you thought you saw something different in his eyes. You wanted nothing more than to curl up into his strong chest and just stay there forever. As Comet, Kix, and Rex ran over to you, you realized that Tup's force signature was still clouded, and his face was contorted like he was having an internal war with himself.

"Tup! Something is clouding is mind, trying to make him loose control. I can feel it! We have to help him!" You frantically told them.

All four clones turned and they saw the panic and desperation in their brother's face. Rex called out to Echo and Fives

"RESTRAIN TUP!"

The ARC troopers grabbed their brother and wrestled him to the ground. Rex turned his attention to Kix.

"Sedate him, and get him back to the ship! I want every test and scan done to figure out what the hell happened!" Rex commanded.

You tried to get up and help, but were quickly stopped by Wolffe and Comet.

"Oh no General, you're staying with me until I can get you back to the Triumphant."

"Until WE get you back to the Triumphant" Wolffe stated, leaving no room for discussion. Wolffe had always been protective, but you felt as if he had doubled his efforts lately to shield you from the galaxy.

Suddenly Master Plo's voice rang in your ears.

"Actually Commander, Y/N is the acting General of the 501st. Because of this, she will be moved and treated on the Resolute with Captain Rex and the rest of the 501st".

You saw Wolffe's jaw clench, eyebrows furrow, and his hands fold up into fists.

"Yes General" Wolffe replied after a moment in a deep and quiet tone.

Rex looked Wolffe straight in the eye, and said

"I will personally get her back to the ship and make sure she is taken care of".

Wolffe nodded in response

"Yea, no worries guys. I'm pretty sure it's a clean shot anyways. Nothing a bacta patch can't heal. I'll even be a good patient this time, promise" you said with a sarcastic grin across your face.

Wolffe and Comet rolled their eyes, but couldn't help the little smiles that tried to creep onto their faces.

After leaving the clean up and the last of the humanitarian effort to the 104th. You and the 501st were on your way back to the Resolute. The second you got on board you raced to the Medbay. You were moving your arm too much for someone who just got shot, but you ignored the pain and continued on with Rex on your heels. You skidded to a stop in front of the medbay and walked in to see Tup's status.

The shock and confusion over the most recent events was overwhelming on the Resolute. Everyone was still trying to mentally process that Tup had attempted to kill you. You approached Kix and Tup with caution. Rex had elected to go in front of you, just in case Tup was awake and still unstable. Kix had kept him sedated for everyone's safety, and to make all the tests and scans easier. Kix informed you that Tup's vitals were stable, and that he had yet to find anything unusual. You reiterated Rex's orders to run every test and scan he could. You then checked on the other wounded troopers. Rex and one of Kix's assistants insisted that you get your shoulder patched up before doing anything else. You agreed and as promised were the perfect patient…minus a few eye rolls.

As you expected, you left the medbay with a few stitches, a bacta bandage wrapped around your shoulder, and a sling to prevent excessive movement. As you and Rex left the medbay, several members of Torrent approached you in hopes to find some clarity or atleast a plan of action.

"General! So good to see you're ok" Jesse said with genuine concern.

"Thank you Jesse. It was a clean shot, nothing a little bacta can't fix" you replied.

Next Fives jumped in with obvious worry in his voice

" What the hell happened? What's wrong with Tup? Will they try to take him back to Kamino?"

You all had heard the rumors of what happened to troopers who we're deemed 'ineffective' or 'damaged'. Your blood boiled, with the thought that the Clone Troopers might be subjected to such evil and inhumane acts.

You raised your good arm and gently put your hand on Fives' shoulder.

"Fives. I know it's hard, but I need you, all of you, to breathe and listen to me". You looked at the men in front of you. "We will find out what is wrong with Tup, we will help him recover, and we will keep the long-necks away from him". All the men seemed to let out a breath that they didn't know they were holding. You continued by saying

"To do that though, I'm going to need help".

"We got your back General" Rex replied confidently.

The rest of the Torrent boys nodded in agreement.

"Thanks boys. First step is debriefing with the 104th".

You and the Torrent boys headed to the bridge to make contact with the Triumphant. You all walk in, but only you and Rex step up to the holotable, the rest of the men stood along the sides of the bridge, out of range so not to be seen on the holotable but so they can still hear the conversation. You asked your Communication Officer to put a call through to the Triumphant. Soon Master Plo and Commander Wolffe appeared in front of you. You saw Wolffe's shoulders visibly tense when his visor made its way over to you. Master Plo looked relieved to see that you did in fact have minimal injury for what was supposed to be a lethal shot.

"Hello Y/N, happy to see you're doing well. That was quite the life saving use of the force".

"No need to worry about me Master, it's good to see you and Commander Wolffe in good health as well. I assume everything went well after we left?"

"Ringo Vinda is back under the protection of the Republic, and the local government has been successfully reestablished. Minus your unforeseen brush with death, the mission was completed".

"On that note Master, I wanted to see if there was any way we could manage the incident as an internal Jedi affair?"

" Y/N, you know as well as I do that this falls within the Senate's control, not the Jedi Council" Master Plo sympathized.

" What if I make an appeal as to why we should manage the investigation ourselves, with the support of a Senator?"

" Y/N… I know that you've always struggled with the lack of attachment aspect of your training, and that means you care and love deeply, but you can't let your feelings cloud your judgment".

"Master I'm not! I'm trying to find the truth! I'm trying to protect the men of the GAR, and Jedi alike. Something is wrong, and I intend to find out who or what it is".

"Then I suggest you work as covertly as possible, and keep your circle small. You are heading into dangerous waters Lil' Y/N. I'll protect and help you as much as I can, but The Jedi Council can not be implicated in any way."

"I understand Master, thank you".

"May the Force be with you".

"And with you".

The holotable cut out, and you could feel the eyes of the troopers in the room on you. You looked up and saw awe and admiration on every clone face in the room. You were thinking of how to address the troopers in the room, but you were speechless when every clone stood at attention and raised their hand to salute you. This time though the salutes were not out of obligation or a sign of being a good soldier. Instead these salutes showed affection, pride, and trust.

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gardensystemtv · 9 months

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Did someone ask for another "Merrill watches star wars tumblethread" because I'm about to watch the Bounty Hunter arc, of 201, 202 and 203. with 217 as a little treat. You can find the last one: here

So the episode is called "Holocron Heist" it's part of a bounty hunter arc according to the watchlist I got, why is it starting with a battle on Felucia, and the Jedi needing to escape on gunships? how is this related to the heist?

I missed a lot of Plo koon content by skipping Malevolence, so I'm glad he's in this, he seems really cool design wise.

"Where's Ahsoka" "Following your teachings" "Is she winning?" he is so proud of her.

How is "not having to go to the battlefield" such a punishment?

I like Jocasta Nu, she seems nice, and like she brews good tea.

Cad bane "this task is impossible" Palpatine: "So you're not good enough?" "No, just pay me bitch."

Oooh is that alien a shape-shifter just like Zam Wessel, nice to see another one of those.

So she uses a hologram projector to fake the clothes, and can take on the shape of the target, clever.

I do like this heist premise, the tension between this cat and mouse game

"I'm the librarian now." life goals achieved

is Bane going to blow of Todo as a distraction? EVIL!

OOh okay, so now Bane will go after this Bolla Ropal, and his goal is finding those force sensitive children? not entire clear on the plan long term ,but good tension, nice plot. 202: Cargo of doom.

oh he managed to find Ropla during the intro narration, so... bit of a let down tbh.

Right, so they can't just tear through the Seperatist fleet, because one of them has the Jedi Master.

"You can't be serious." "I am Admiral, thank you for your opinion." Translation: fuck you

love how Admiral Yularen is just so done with all of this.

I get that the clone suits are pressurized, I get that the walkers are pressurized... but why are Anakin and Ahsoka just standing there with only a helmet?

AHSOKA IS JUST IN HER CROPTOP?!?! (okay, later scenes show it is a full outfit, just looks very similar in colour to her usual outfits when zoomed out enough. and probably pressurized... but is Anakin's?)

Honestly, this isn't that bad if space isn't like... a vacuum, just doesn't have oxygen. If it still has some level of air pressure, it explains the sounds in space. the drifting of space ships, and the way people can survive in space with just a helmet/breathing apparatus.

also. if they need a jedi to access the holocron, and Bane can make deals with some seperatists... why not ask Dooku? Granted, that may be the plan if the current one doesn't work out, but this seems like a weird risk to take.

I LOVE seeing some zero gravity combat!

Why did Ahsoka have to get herself captured, darling, you need to think things through better.

Okay, I get how Anakin had a plan to overwhelm bane and rescue Ahsoka... but why not do that BEFORE giving him the holocron.

Ah and now Ahsoka is giving Anakin the same lecture he gave her, symbolism, it's like poetry.

So that's clearly Bane who stole a Trooper's armour, right? how did he fit the breathing tubes inside.

next up, 203: Children of the force

Oh, it directly picks up after the last one? No timeskip, interesting choice?

WAIT he doesn't need the breathing tubes? he can manage without? Also his head is bigger than the helmet, makes it look really funny when his helmet gets knocked off.

wait, does Palpatine have a genuine ideological issue with the Jedi, or is he just power hungry, I always had the sense he just wanted to grab power and the Jedi were in the way.

THAT'S THE SAME SQUEKY TOY AS FROM THE RYLOTH EPISODES!

I'm fairly certain the way they want to use mind tricks would be considered an inhumane and extrajudicial process in any democratic society.

"could potentially destroy his mind." just no concern

it's just torture, but for the good guys instead.

Palpatine is really rude to Ahsoka, he is not being a very good PAL(patine)

More like Douchepatine

can anyone confirm for me: is Windu X Kenobi like... a ship? they have chemistry

Ahsoka is getting really valuable work experience as a babysitter, between this episode and the clone wars movie.

And now: 217 Bounty Hunters

We are bounting some hunters

The ejection seats being a protective bubble isntead of a parachute is a nice sci-fi touch. love those little fantasy moments in this show.

those little glass, mushroom houses, fantastic!

I love the design of those local villagers, they are friend shaped.

"We can't help them, because we need our military duties" Obi wan, sometimes you are an ass.

Oh is that Hondo? Think I skipped his Season 1 episodes, nice to see him finally!

"we don't even have weapons" *Twirls around a stick* Anaking, that is not how weapons work.

I also really love the design of these bounty hunters, they are so unique looking!

Hondo's warcry that it isn't profitable anymore, before running away is hillarious

wait did the leliana looking alien sniper die? nooooo!

But yeah, interesting episodes, was fun to watch... why do we have the urge to do more Star Wars games now?

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dswcp · 3 years

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This week’s theme: ways to say “I love you.”

The way he anxiously waits for him... It’s devastating. I love that the camera shows Vader’s point of view.

Storyboard drawn by Joe Johnston during the early 80s as preproduction for Return of the Jedi. From “Storyboards: The Original Trilogy,” edited by J. W. Rinzler and published in 2014.

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djarrex · 3 years

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Goth Gf Anon🤙

Alright, alright, alright. Since that Tech piece was fucking phenomenal a d you said you don't get any thots of your faves, I'll lend one of my Fives thots.

So, it's the end of the war, Chancellor Palpatine had been exposed for his plot against the Jedi and executed for treason. The Republic and Seperatists made peace treaties upon realizing they were played on both sides. The war is over, Fives is a war hero, a statue in front of the Jedi Temple in his honor. But he could care less when you're smiling at him, tears in your eyes with the proudest glow on your face.

The Clone production on Kamino is halted, leaving the troopers, cadets and infants in a limbo. The Senate passes a bill allowing the Clones unalienable rights, passing adoption bills allowing civilians to adopt baby clones as their own. The Jedi also demand each and every clone has their chips removed. Scientists are working on a serum to slow their aging process down back to normal.

Fives rejoiced in victory, finally happy that the war was over and his brothers were treated as humans. But you.

He was over the fucking moons that he could be with you, not a war, battles or campaigns to keep you apart.

He marries you within the week of the marriage bill being passed.

You move to Naboo, Anakin had left the Jedi Order and started a home with Padmé and his twins, they visit you often, dropping off Luke and Leia when they're off on Senate business or off doing young couple things.

Fives loves seeing you with the twins, there's just something so domestic about it. When he sees you take care of them, make them giggle, feed them. And when the Skywalkers come back and praise you for taking such good care of their babies... it stirs something primal in his gut.

You two are intimate one night-- like many after you married. He's crawling up on his peak, he's right there, his brain switches off, spit firing shit as his thrusts start to stutter like the words rolling from his tongue, thick as honey.

"Y-you-- you looked so good with those-- shit!-- those fuckin' kids!"

"Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!"

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart!"

And you're thinking: "What a pleasant turn of events."

Then you just start fucking feeding him.

"Yes, yes, yes, Fives! Anything you want! We'll fucking grow old together!"

You moan, "Put a fucking baby in me, cum deep."

And he can't hold it anymore, an inhuman sound ripped out of his chest and tearing through his throat as he slams into you one more time, his spend shooting deep. 11/10 best orgasm he's had.

Afterwards, you both talk it out. You've always thought about starting a family with him, thinking about how good of a father he would be considering the way he always looked out for his brothers. Fives explains himself a little more clearer after the fact, and you decide you'll go to the med center to get your contraceptive implant removed the next time it has to be replaced. You've decided you wanted to start a family with him.

Apologies if this was lackluster, I don't usually write smut lines lol.

Ciao ;)

!!!HOLY OMTHER OF GOD

I...I- don't even know how to respond to this. it’s late I KNOW but I’ve been trying to come up with a worthy reply.

whyyyyy did I start fucking tearing up when going through each word in the first half WHY this is so beautiful and Fives deserves so much more and I love him. this is perfect, you are perfect. when he starts blurting out his desires "Wanna make you! Fuck, baby-- I'm g-gonna m-make you a fucking mother-- oh shit!" I- uh- yeah. that sent me. "What a pleasant turn of events" LMAO. ME. please write this as a fic. lackluster? mmmm no not even close. I love this

But seriously, how do I even add anymore to this already perfect droplet of heaven you so graciously placed in my inbox. tbh though, my gutter brain immediately wants to analyze how that night goes:

(18+ only!!! fluff, breeding kink, unprotected piv)

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you were blissfully unaware of the way Fives gawked at you earlier today - how he watched you with so much love and adoration in his eyes as you giggled with Luke and cradled Leia to sleep

It didn’t feel appropriate, but he couldn’t help but get hard at the vision playing out in front of him - wholesome domesticity, soft giggles, and hushed coos filled his very own living room and he just needed to step away to take care of his painfully hard and aching erection

Fives can't help it - up until recently he was sure on having a dark fate, one that either involved being killed on the front, or worse: never being able to truly make you his because of his sole duty to fight for the Republic just would not allow such a peaceful and perfect life - it would hurt you more than he would care to live through

He didn’t realize just how badly he wanted the twins to be his - living, breathing, beautiful humans that you and him had created out of love, and, well, good fucking sex

So Fives came back from the bathroom after tugging himself raw - trying to alleviate that wanting ache that’d been sitting heavy deep in his bones and showing its face in the form of starving arousal - and the Skywalker’s had returned from Coruscant to pick up their babies

Fives hadn’t turned the corner yet - the soft voices coming from the three of you, keeping quiet while the twins were finally asleep, stopped him in his tracks. He heard the way Padmé praised you and thanked you over and over for always watching the kids, and Anakin cooing in the sweetest voice Fives had ever heard his former General speak in right at his own sleeping babies.

Your own voice was extremely soft and kind, careful as to not wake the twins up in the hand-over. Fives’ heart - and cock - were aching.

That's what Fives is thinking of as he’s pounding you into the next system - watching with hungry eyes at how your pussy so beautifully swallows his cock, yet he can't help but be slightly distracted when all these thoughts about filling you full with his seed are stemming from how motherly and breathtaking you looked when interacting with the Skywalker twins - how you always look when you’re watching them

You’re both so close to finishing - Fives groans at the way your walls squeeze unforgivingly around him as you approach your climax - a sight that is most devine to him. He’s right there as well - the relentless clenching of your cunt sure as hell pushes him right there to where he’s about to-

“Y-you looked so good with the - mmph - the twins" he doesn’t even realize he’d just voiced his thoughts aloud - albeit, in the form of a growl - until he sees how your eyes widen after struggling to come down from your first high

He’s no where near embarrassed - perhaps it was finally fucking time to let you know just how painfully hard you make him when you’re all motherly and in caretaker mode

The way your features morph from being caught in surprise to desperation and hunger completely takes the filter off of him - and he begins voicing his plans for the two of you in the heat of the moment

“Wanna - aghh- fuck a b-aby into this sweet p-pussy” his teeth are clenched tightly together as he continuously hits that exquisite spot so deep within your heat and your head is positively spinning at his shameless confessions - fuck, you want him to make good on his word.

“Fuck... you’re nearly ch-oking my cock, pretty thing,” he grits out between heavy pants. “You want me to, hm? Wanna let me - mmphh - fill you so f-fucking deep that you swell with my child?”

Your body is on fucking fire - you’ve never heard Fives speak of this before, and boy oh boy it is 100% welcome right about now. Yes, yes you want that so, so bad but you never thought to bring it up before because everything was still new with how the galaxy has changed for the better... but right now - you’re going to fucking feed him so he can have the best orgasm he’s ever had

“Yes, love, please,” you’re whimpering those three words like a prayer over and over between loud, uncontrollable moans - completely taken by him and the way he looks so gorgeous in this determined and concentrative state. “Shit, fill me up with our child,” you punctuate your mewling request with the repetition of his name - you’re hitting your climax again but this one is about to utterly wreck you like never before. “Right now.”

Fives’ eyes clamp shut and the sweat on his brow is beginning to drop from his forehead to your bare chest with how he is hovered over you - your soft but commanding words has the most gargled and loud groan erupt from deep within his chest as he stills his hips

You can feel the way his cock pulsates so far inside of you - liquid warmth spitting from the head and no doubt seeping into your cervix

You’re both completely out of breath and totally fucked-out - you think that’s the most Fives has ever cum, and you’re just staring up at him with the sweetest smile you can muster in your exhausted state

“We can talk about it more later, but...” Fives rubs at his neck after hauling himself off of you - pulling you close to his chest and wrapping his arms tightly around your torso.

“No need,” you say softly - your hands wrapping around his forearms. “I’ll have them remove the implant on my next visit.”

Your words of promise has Fives uncontrollably getting hard again

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kckenobi · 3 years

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I'm so overwhelmed with the whump prompts because you're so good and I want to have you do so many I want to pick or shove all together for Anakin and Obi-Wan but I'm so hecking indecisive it's painful lol

awww anon!! you’re too sweet, thank you!! I picked one I thought you might like :))

“look at me”

The ray shields were red. That wasn’t going to help matters.

To say the least, the stealth mission was not going fantastically—Anakin and Obi-Wan had been on the Seperatist ship for approximately 8 minutes before the alarm sounded. They were in the maintenance tunnels in a distant corner of the spacecraft, so at least there was that—the battle droids might not find them immediately—but there was still the issue of the ray shields. They were trapped.

And Obi-Wan did not like to be trapped.

“We’ll get out,” Anakin said. “We’re in the maintenance shafts—maybe there’s wires beneath the floor I can mess with.”

Obi-Wan hummed his vague affirmation. Anakin eyed him. “You okay?”

“Fine.”

His eyes were glued to the shimmering red field that surrounded them.

“Come on, help me feel the floor for a weak point,” Anakin said. “We won’t be trapped for long.”

Obi-Wan nodded again, and sank to where Anakin knelt on the ground. But he didn’t move to help.

Anakin knew the look in his eye—remembered it from the months after Naboo. From the time they’d gotten stuck in one of the Temple lifts and had to wait for maintenance to come get them out, the time they’d gotten caught between ray shields on a mission before the war, the times Anakin had found his Master awake at odd hours after a nightmare of a Zabrak and red ray shields in a palace far away, and learned that truth—the reason why Obi-Wan didn’t like to be trapped.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” Anakin said quietly. “Everyone is safe. You’re not helpless, and we’re going to get out of here.” He lightly nudged Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Okay?”

Another silent nod. He wasn’t looking at Anakin.

“I’m going to see what’s beneath this floor. And while I’m doing that, I want you to listen to my breathing and sync yours with it. You’re breathing a little fast right now—that’ll just make you feel worse.” Anakin pulled his lightsaber from his belt, and started the rhythmic breathing—inhale 7, hold 4, exhale 8. “Now let’s see what we’re working with here.”

He dug his lightsaber into the floor, creating a small circle until the middle fell away. But there were no wires underneath—instead, he found himself staring into an air vent.

“Well, it’s not ideal,” he said, “but it’s a way out. Right?”

Obi-Wan was sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest, still staring at the ray shields. His hand shook as he ran it down his face. Anakin decided not to state the obvious issue that they’d be just as trapped in the tiny vent as they would be here—but at least the vent was going somewhere. He went to squeeze Obi-Wan’s shoulder, but stopped himself. When he felt like this, it was usually best to give him space.

“Hey. Look at me,” Anakin said softly.

“My chest hurts.”

“I know.” Again he had to stop himself from reaching. “But you know how it goes now—we just have to push through it till it’s over. And it’ll be over soon. Because we’re getting out of here.”

The alarms were still blaring, and Anakin just hoped they had enough time to put some distance between themselves and whoever was soon to follow. He ignited his lightsaber again and widened the opening, making it big enough for the two of them to enter the vent.

“Alright. You wanna go first, or me?”

Obi-Wan finally met his eyes. “I will.”

“Okay.” Anakin gave him a weak smile. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Obi-Wan tried to smile back. “You always are.”

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from these whump prompts

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turing-tested · 4 years

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hEY jsyk the bi lesbian post you rbed is SUPER misinformed; those arent the defs of bi lesbian. it just means "bisexual woman" in p much every country w/o english as a primary language and for most usamericans over their 50s. "lesbian" refers to "engages in lesbianism" until cishet political lesbians redfined it to mean "exclusively attracted to women" in the 70s usamerican lesbian scene. pls dont fall prey to stuff that excludes non usamericans bc that never happened in my country!

what country are you in that there aren't words for bisexual people? it sounds like there's an issue regardless if lesbian what you are when with women considering this also means you're straight with men and that's bi erasure

my definition of lesbianism isn't 'exclusively attracted to women' anyways, my definition of lesbianism is 'a person who is not a man who is only attracted to people who are not men' bc I feel it's important personally that there should be a word for people who do not form relationships with men and to go 'there isn't one' is like. well damn! guess that women* aren't allowed to have a single orientation that explicitly excludes men sucks a LOT actually and I'm not here for it

as for the 'lesbian used to mean what you do not who you are before the nasty seperatists were biexclusionary' ignores this very important argument: if you're willing to say that you're a lesbian while with a woman, why is it that people aren't willing to say they're straight when with men? why are people not arguing that straight is an umbrella term or inclusive and why are people so uncomfortable calling themselves bisexual, regardless of the current vernacular?

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womenfrommars · 2 years

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Heterophobia isn't real. It's funny how you accuse feminists of sounding like the Catholic Church when you've literally said before Islamophobia isn't real but women are persecuted for being Christian.

I never stated that ''heterophobia'' exists as a type of oppression. Seperatists however ironically enough use an argument that's very reminiscent of the way the Catholic Church approaches homosexuality. You say ''Well, you might not be able to change your sexual orientation, but you can always choose to not act upon it''. This is what seperatists say to heterosexual women, and it is what the Catholic Church says to homosexuals. It's the exact same logic, so yes there is a parallell on the theory here. I never said the social implications of these theories are similar. The fact is, however, that seperatists are hostile towards heterosexual relationships, and the Church is hostile towards homosexual relationships, and they both claim they're not bigoted by using the ''orientation is not action'' argument

As for Islamophobia, I indeed believe it does not exist. The usual examples people mention are flawed. The New Zealand Christchurch shooter was a white supremacist and motivated by racism, not religion as such. He wouldn't have targeted mosques if muslims were mostly white people. The Chinese Uyghurs face ethnic discrimination as well and are forced to marry with Han Chinese people. They're also targeted because they are a linguistic minority. I believe they're not actually targeted for being muslim, they simply happen to also be muslim. The Yazidis are facing genocide for their religion, but their religion is technically pagan with some Islamic influences, so they're not muslims. Additionally, they face genocide because of ISIS, who believe the Yazidis worship the Devil. None of this is ''Islamophobia''. Don't even get me started on the French ban of the niqabs

As for Christian persecution, yes this is a real phenomenon. The Taliban actively persecute Christian women and men. Men have the option to convert to Islam, kill themselves, or be killed. Women will simply be sexually enslaved. Ironically enough, the Afghan church is the fastest growing church right now. North Korea is also the number one country for Christian persecution because the country doesn't have religious freedom in the first place. You're supposed to believe the leader is some sort of demi-god, whereas Christianity teaches Jesus is God. That's why Christians in North Korea are executed. It's very ignorant you deny that Christian persecution is real. Regardless what you think of Christianity itself, facts are facts

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