#I don’t know how to tag starwars

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Welcome to my blog

!Disclaimer!

This is both a yandere and multi-fandom blog. Most of my writing is rather dark and does involve heavy themes. I also like fighting games and gore-y animated shows such as invincible...so please be aware blood and mild gore may be reblogged. While they will be tagged accordingly, please note this before following, i am not responsible for your triggers.

This page is a safe space for all. You don't have to feel ashamed for wanting representation in your fan content. I try to write the races and appearances as open as possible. You can request specific body types, mental illness, disorders and disabilities. I do use the default she/her pronouns and descriptions. You can request gender neutral but i am not as comfortable writing as a man. I just feel like i didn't get it right in the past. But...asking doesn't hurt.

Hi, i'm Kira. To help make yourself comfortable in my pink basement, I've made this my directory. Everything you may need is here.

Masterlist (a compiled list of everything i've ever written)

How to request and rules

Anon emoji/nickname list

yandere prompts

Fandoms: Mafia Trilogy, Mortal Kombat, Invincible, D.C., Marvel, The Hunger Games, House of Ashes, Slashers, life is strange, resident evil, Apex, Overwatch, TWDG, StarWars, Borderlands,..to be continued (just ask if you don’t see it listed. I probably know it.)

Thank you for reading.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hi! I love your writing, and your in depth story telling! Idk if you would ever want to, but could do the ttb and the bois reacting to meeting their S/0 parents? No pressure if you don’t want to, totally understand! Have a great day!

These HCs are based on the assumption their S/O has a good or at least okay relationship with their parents. Parental-figures could be substituted in if that helps anyone picture themselves in these scenarios ^.^

Rex, Echo, and Crosshair would be hella nervous. They don't understand parent dynamics, don't know how to act around them. They default to being stiff and formal, like they're addressing a high ranking soldier. Sirs, ma'ams, the whole bit. They sweat a lot, blush a lot... laugh awkwardly at jokes, constantly apologize... unsure where to stand or what to do with their hands.... They'll need their partners to give cues on how to behave, and it'll take several meetings before they grow more comfortable.

Cody, Tup, and Wrecker have been waiting for this moment for ages. They'd heard all about their S/O's parents and what an important part they'd played in their lives, so they can't wait to finally meet them and develop a relationship themselves. They'll be very warm and genuine in their interactions, nothing they say ever feels like it's forced or shallow. They are an instant favorite and by the end of the meeting, it feels like they've always been part of the family.

Dogma, Hardcase, and Tech didn't realize "meeting the parents" was a big milestone in a relationship, seeing as they don't have any parents of their own, so for the first meeting they're calm, cool, and collected. This ends up getting them into the parents' good graces easily. But once the meeting is over, and they see their partner so relieved that it went well, they'll understand the significance and worry will settle in. Subsequent meetings won't be as composed or casual with this newfound knowledge.

Fives, Kix, and Jesse are really hamming it up, big time. They did their research on how to impress the parents, charming things to say, presents to bring, etc. It works a little bit, but at a certain point it becomes just a little too much and a little too fake. Their partner will have to whisper explanations to their parents about what's going on, why they're acting like the hunky neighbor from a soap opera. They just really, really want to be liked. Over time, they'll learn it's best to just be themselves.

Wolffe, Fox, and Hunter are very relaxed, as they're used to being under pressure as soldiers. They know their S/O's parents are important people to meet, and they'll want to reassure they are a good person for their child to be dating. But they also know it won't do to show their nervousness, or to try and overcompensate. Only when the meeting is over and they are alone with their S/O do they express their anxiety, unwarranted due to how much the parents ended up loving them.

Everything Tag: @damerondala, @dangerousstrawberrypie, @fallingforthem, @harleyevanstan, @imabeautifulbutterfly, @justanothersadperson93, @misogirl828, @itsagrimm, @error6gendernotfound, @theroguesully, @clonesimp, @techie-bear

+Clone & Bad Batch Tags: @marvel-starwars-nerd, @pandora-the-halfling, @darkangel4121, @sobstea, @rintheemolion, @bowtiesandsandshoes, @dionysuskid21, @jesseeka, @hanbetired, @thatmultifandomdumbass, @sarahtanmarvel, @call-me-a-fool, @lackofhonor, @theclonesdeservebetter, @hannahhearttcw, @kaijusplotch, @salaminus, @arctrooper69, @katzs-current-obsession, @501st-rexster, @rebel-finn, @not-a-big-slay, @writing-positivelyexisting, @nekotaetae, @the-mom-friend-dot-com, @pickle-rick-y, @flowered-bicycles, @lucyysthings, @severalseashellsbytheseashore

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[space-b33]

I know I primarily grew this account off starwars, and I’ve been back and forth with the idea of making separate accounts for separate fandoms, but I am already so bad at keeping up with the ones I have, soooo I hope people don’t mind me jumping fandoms!

My current brainrots have been:

Transformers (ROTB specifically)

Good Omens (God THAT NEW SEASON THO)

Breaking Bad (I know, this shocked me too LOL)

Anyways, all of my social medias are like dead, mainly bc I have been probably, but to anyone who still checks out my art, I hope you won’t mind the sudden shift in art and reblogs! I’ll also be starting a new tag list with updated fandoms just bc it’s been so long and the people who have signed up so long ago may have shifted interests. I’ll still be drawing Starwars stuff too tho, currently working on a couple zine projects for it!

And to anyone who runs a multifandom account that started primarily off one fandom, how did that transition go? Just curious!

[kiwikipedia]

fruits for u

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

[fruit]

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

Found family. Sometimes there’s romantic intentions between some characters, sometimes it’s just two guys looking at this stupid little goofball whose barely an adult and going “I guess we’re parents now” and other times it’s whatever the hell FGO’s Shinsengumi have going on.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Alternative Universe - Canon divergence probably? I mean that’s pretty damn common for most of my non starwars work. Otherwise I enjoy a good canon typical violence moment. Gotta love a good round of beating the shit out of each other.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

If we’re talking my own work, then probably 10000 spin offs of Breath of the Void which was my Demon Slayer/Fate GO crossover I wrote in like my sophomore (?) year of college I think? The initial sequel was supposed to be ATLA but then I lost steam and also realized there’s no real written transcript for ATLA that I could find and while rewatching the show is fun I prefer transcripts for crossover fic writing. I had a Hobbit alternative for that one too tbh, seemed fun, but I lost steam and also know that triple crossovers aren’t conventionally read and I desire feedback from people almost carnally because if I don’t I’ll die

On another note I have a fic that I work on periodically about the Coruscant Underground— Flowers blooming, yk the one Lewo— that takes place Post TCW when the Empire rules and how Clone Medic Nocte ™ navigates this new world.

It features Dexter Jettster being an old immortal god of home and hospitality, Hololive Crossover Character References (because I eat the Holo EN lore for breakfast) a 15 foot tall Nautolan who is a gang boss and his hot, 12 foot tall sister, a medic who has referred to herself as “Dr. Practice, Mal Practice” despite her name not at all being that, and two android twins who are the worlds most annoying duo to half of the big players but no one can get rid of them because one of them just??? Is the SpWifi router??? For some reason?? There’s also fan made races and A Dog Dad.

I can and will write one billion things about it.

Also obsessed with putting Kimblee FMAB into situations where he’s not 100% The Worst Guy Ever because I think it’s funny. I have too many fics with just him and the Chimera Crew fucking around.

For other people’s fics… I dunno, I consume so much and get brain rot… I’ll have to take a rain check

[contrarynonsense]

Oh dang, I have like no mutuals to pass this on to. Also I think this is the first time someone’s tagged me for something like this so that’s neat.

Favorite Ship

Uhhhhhhh my dudes I bounce around so damn much. Currently I have re-entered my love of Serirei (from Mob Phycho 100), but like 3 weeks ago it was Codywan (Starwars) so…

I’ve never really been able to have a real OTP.

Last Song

Thriller (live from Hammersmith Palais) by Fall Out Boy. Listened to it on the way to work this morning because I woke up with it stuck in my head.

Last Film

The latest Haikyuu!! movie, Battle of the Garbage Dump. I live in Japan and saw it in theaters. If you like Haikyuu it was great, some really well done camera shots. Especially near the end. Not sure how invested one would be though if you weren’t either really into Haikyuu or volleyball. 😅 But I loved it!

Though fun story time my screening lost video like halfway through and it took the entire theater an embarrassingly long time to figure out the screen wasn’t supposed to be black. (In our defense the audio was someone having a panic attack and it was weirdly perfectly timed to be thematic.) Manager came in to apologize and manually scroll through to wherever people told him to stop. It was funny as hell.

Currently Reading

Actual books? Recently finished Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree. Very cozy DnD-esque novel. It’s gay but not the main point. Very much focused on the what comes after the Big Adventure TM is finished, focused on a half orc barbarian who decides she really wants to open a coffee shop.

Currently Craving

Really good chicken noodle soup. It’s weirdly hard to find in Japan unless you make it yourself, which is also kind of hard because chicken stock is weirdly scarce. Maybe when I visit America in a few months I’ll get it somewhere.

Now for tagging…. Oh gosh I really don’t know many people. Uhhh I’ll tag @apricotsandlemondots and @wheatcak3 (I’m sorry if that’s too forward 😅). No pressure if you don’t want to!

Thanks for the tag, @acrossthewavesoftime! 💕

Favourite ship

Well obviously it's lams in musicalverse, and as for historical... I must say Cutty Sark. What a speedy girl!

Last song

Handel's Wassermusik Suite in F major (the Mozart bubble has finally burst)

Last film

I finally found the time to watch Ehrengard: The Art of Seduction, and while I can't say it's a great movie, it was certainly amusing and charming and scratched the historical romance itch.

(Side note - Danish now sounds to me like someone speaking Norwegian with cottonwool in their mouth.)

Currently reading

About a dozen volumes of letters by Johannes von Müller, queer Swiss historian of the 18th century. Yes, really, for fun.

Currently craving

I'm with you on spring, @acrossthewavesoftime (this is new to me – I'm not used to seasons!).

Also marmite.

And a swiss roll (unrelated to swiss history).

Tagging @permanenthistorydamage @ouiouixmonami @nordleuchten @kaiserin-erzsebet and you!

[phantom-of-decadence]

Fuuuuck it.

AU where FINN is the chosen one who has the FORCE BOND with Kylo Ren and THEY fall in love INSTEAD. AND it gets way LESS TOXIC by the end of the first movie and by the SECOND, Ben is coming to the LIGHT.

REY gets a GODDDAMN PRINCESS, and Poe??? Asexual best friend who LOVES his droid.

[ilovefandoms102]

My Fireman

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader

Summary: Your husband stops by, but not for the visit you’re expecting…

Note: A request from my dear bitch @halsmultibitch ❤️ hope you like this bby🥰

Warnings🛑: mentions of blood, hospital setting, medical care

You never know what to expect when working as a trauma nurse…

Every night the 118 team is bringing in a victim with something obscure or downright odd hanging out of some body part. This was how you met your husband, and father to your unborn baby still growing in your tummy, Buck.

The two of you absolutely adored the other, you helped him when he was in a dark place, and it made him fall even more in love with you. Despite not being home a lot since both of your jobs have heavy work hours, one of you is always showing up at the others place of work.

Tonight, it was Buck’s turn, but this visit was unusual when you didn’t see him getting out of the firetruck.

No…

He was on the gurney, your eyes widened as you rushed over to where Chim and Hen were pushing him in.

“Evan?!” you gasped, taking in his battered form.

“Hey baby! How’s my little one?” he coughed, trying to pretend of course that nothing was wrong.

“What the hell happened?!” you demanded.

“This idiot about got himself killed.” Hen chimed in.

“Did not,” Buck grumbled.

“Buck, honey lie down please.” you said as you began the standard testing once he was in a trauma bay.

“Babe I’m fine, really!” he insisted.

“If you don’t lay down Evan Buckley, I’ll strap you down myself.” you growled, and Buck cowered.

“Y-Yes ma’am.” Buck muttered, unable to deny that was insanely hot the way you yelled at him.

“Now tell me what happened.” you prompted as you got some fluids running.

“I may or may not have went back into a burning building…” he murmured, your movements stopping.

“Evan, wha-what the hell?! Why-you-you did this knowing you have a wife and a child coming?!” you almost screamed.

“Baby, sweetheart it’s ok…I had to. It-There was a kid still in there and I-I don’t know I just had to go get them. I thought about if it was us and something happened and I would do everything possible to protect them.” he explained.

“Oh Buck, see…this is one of the many, many reasons I love you.” you whispered, kissing his lips gently before you got back to work.

Luckily, Buck was able to come home that night, and the two of you did a lot more of yelling and screaming in a good way…

Tagging:

@mrspeacem1nusone @illinterrogatethecat00 @kaitieskidmore1 @simpingbutch @mxltifandoms06 @beth-winchester21 @miraclesoflove @ashtynthebadass @skyesthebomb @mess-in-side @sea040561 @hollandxvoid @toni9 @kalamitykait @holding-on-to-starwars @mochionly @the-sky-writes @nope-thanks @midnightzonzz @halsmultibitch @jeyramarie

[monako-jinn-stories]

hi hello you said short lil drabble ideas, i am here for that very thing-

think you already know who i am going to ask about but-

crosshair + reader + tea + fluff

just go for it Jinn, hope you have fun with this!

and i-

shall continue my daily activities which consists of-

standing in the corner and being madly in love with crosshair. 😂😂😂

lots of love (& hopes you have fun writing this & it sparks that wonderful creativity of yours!),

moony

Ahhh Moony my beloved!!!!<3💜

I love these four ideas, and I think they go perfect together!!

Crosshair x GN!Reader FanFic

Cozy Mornings

Master List

It’s not everyday you get the chance to wake up like this. The opportunity only rarely finds you as the war rages on. So every time you do get this chance, you latch onto it and hold it tight, much like how Crosshair is holding you tightly to him.

His arms wrap around your body, pinning you to him. With every small squirm you make, his hold secures you closer. If you weren’t just freshly woken up, you’d have enough thought to think that he was trying to mold your bodies together, so that he’d never be without you.

Lazily, you open your eyes and tilt your head back to look at his sleeping features. His nose is slightly scrunched and his lips slightly parted. Even in sleep he can’t seem to find the peace you wish he had. You fear that you never will see that peace within him.

You gently reach up, tracing his signature tattoo in a way that is like muscle memory. If you closed your eyes, your finger would know exactly where is was, and could trace it perfectly. He seems to relax more with that, his brows unfurrowing and his frown softening.

You look away from him briefly to watch the morning light filter in through the curtains. Your hand absentmindedly moves up to his hair to gently run through, playing with the silver strands as you think about the days plans.

You don’t notice when your fingers stop, but a soft whine from Crosshair causes you to look down at him. He barely opens one eye to squint at you, and he lets out a short request.

“Keep doing that.”

“Doing what? Playing with your hair?” you giggle, ruffling it up which causes his scrunch to come back.

“No. Gently.”

“You need to wake up, sleepyhead,” you say, briefly giving his nose a quick kiss before running your fingers through his hair again.

“No I don’t. I can stay here forever. Sleep in your arms forever.”

“Crosshair, we both know you can’t,” you say sadly, your other hand moving to gently hold his cheek. He opens both eyes now, meeting your gaze.

“Yes I can. And I will. Watch me.” He closes his eyes again, wiggling to get cozier into the bed. You just giggle at him, planting another gentle kiss to the side of his lips.

“You missed,” he says.

“Missed what?” you tease, poking his cheek.

“Missed my lips,” he says, only briefly removing his arm from around you to point at his lips. “I need my morning kiss.”

“What you need is your morning tea,” you laugh, but give in to his request. The kiss is gentle, sweet, and loving. His arm goes back down to wrap around you again, and you rest your head on his shoulder when you break away.

“Can I get up to go start the water?”

“No,” he says simply.

“Crosshair, I want tea.”

“Too bad. Tea can wait, I want cuddles,” he mumbles before flipping your bodies over so that he is now resting on you. He buries his face between your neck and shoulder, taking a deep breath and nuzzling in. You roll your eyes but smile, your hand going up to tangle with his hair again. Maybe tea could wait a few more minutes.

Tag List! Read this Tag List Info if you want to be added! @imabeautifulbutterfly @lightning-wolffe @namesmox @crosshairxs @tacticalsparkles @milppa @techssexythighs @ilikemymendarkandfictional @m-o-o-n-s-g-o-o-n-s @megafrost4 @darkangel4121 @starwarstbbfan @hedahobbit98 @shuttlelauncher81 @rintheemolion @sleepy-tog @littlemisscare-all @nahoney22 @ladykatakuri @that-one-weeb-but-starwars @echo-is-worth-more-than-2000 @kitten-2719 @dwarfnip

[nobodysdaydreams]

Thank you for the tags 🥰🥰🥰! Sadly, I have a lot and probably won’t get to most of them, but a woman can dream:

Finish SOS (obviously. And don't worry: I promise, it does have an ending. When and how it ends is my business. This one I probably will finish, because I don’t think Sophie would forgive me if I didn’t).

The Extraordinary Friends and Acquaintances of Nicholas Benedict

Working Title: It’s Never Too Late

Working Title: A Lesson in Failure

Working Title: In Another Universe

Working Title: Demon from the skies (this would miracle of miracles actually be a short fic!)

Untitled Wolf 359 fic. I have ideas, but this is made complicated by the fact that I don’t know who makes it to the end. I’d be happy for talk about my ideas though!

Untitled StarWars fic. I haven’t hyperfixed on Star Wars in a while, but I do have an idea for it I’ve been rotating for a while.

Tagging: anyone who wants to! Also: @mashpotatoequeen, @mysteriouseggsbenedict @mvshortcut @myfairkatiecat @sqenthusiast @itsgoghtime @heyitsthatonesmolgay @acollectionofcuriousreblogs @amysterywrappedinanenigma

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @trentcrimminallybeautiful :)

Game: put the titles of your WIPs, regardless of how vague or uninformative they are and let people send asks about them. Tag some people, maybe the amount of WIPs you have.

So, most of my files are just named weird stuff, but feel free to ask about any of them! I will try my best to answer without giving too much away. One of these is a Wolf 359 idea! The rest are MBS (Also, I changed one or two of the titles because they're intended (hopefully) to be gifts and I often. Just. Label stuff people's names. And I want to keep that a surprise)

Dr. W Dex

Uh Oh

Rhonda :)

Exec

This was it

Leave

Um?

Safety Net

Immune

Compass

Tagging: Anyone who wants! But also @oflightningandstars @phtalogreenpoison @kaslynspeaks & @mashpotatoequeen

No pressure, only if you guys want to/have the time/energy <3

[babbushka]

Take this request however you’d like! A Flip’s titty appreciation post? Just about how he enjoys them. Whether it be sleeping on them, enjoying just looking at them when the Mrs is around, touching on them just randomly while you’re together. A little somethin’ somethin’ along those lines? 🤠

A/N: Lol when I first read this prompt I thought you meant you wanted some appreciation of Flip's tits!! I was like oh yeah, someone's gotta put a bra on that man lol! But then I read it again and realized that's not what you meant lol. I hope you enjoy this short fluffy something!

1k, warnings: mentions of pregnancy, and Flip being handsy and obsessed with tits but it's not smut really lol

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“God, today -- fucking -- !” Flip slams the door a little more aggressively than he intends to, taking in a deep breath to really emphasize, “Sucked!”

What a nightmare work had been, Flip thinks with a deep scowl, as he steps out of his shoes and jacket, leaving them in a disheveled heap on the floor, before going back and righting it because he knows you’d be pissed if he left it like that.

“Is that my honey I hear?” Speaking of you, Flip is a little bummed that you’re not right at the door to greet him like you are most days, because he sure as shit could use a kiss or a dozen right about now.

“Ugh.” Is all he manages to get out, before going on a hunt around the house for you, incorrectly heading into the kitchen first, hoping that dinner might be ready for him. It is, but you’re not there, and you’re more important, despite his growling stomach.

He hears you laughing a little at his theatrics, following the sound of your voice into the living room, where you say those four magic words that make all his bad days turn into good ones, “Aw cheer up, here, wanna see my tits?”

Like magic, his mood is improved, and he makes his way over to the sunken living room where you’ve got reruns of the Dick Van Dyke show to keep you company as you iron. He leans against the arch that separates the dining and living rooms, and watches as you put the iron up on its little stand, away from one of his dress shirts that you’d been working on.

You make a little show of it, unbuttoning the blouse you’re wearing one button at a time, your shoulders giving a little shimmy that makes your tits bounce as you let it drop into the to-iron pile, unclasping your bra tantalizingly slow. Flip can’t help but chew on his lip, the anticipation of seeing your perfect tits nearly killing him.

The torture only lasts a few more moments though, before you let the bra drop altogether, and Flip takes three big strides across the living room to get his hands on you, the way they’ve been itching to all day while he was stuck undercover with these fucking guys on this new fucking case.

“God ketsl,” He breathes out a low whistle, getting his palms full of your flesh and kneading your tits, “You’re a stunner.”

“I know.” You give him a cheeky grin, but Flip shakes his head, leaving down to kiss you all over your face -- your cheeks, your neck, your throat, making his way down in an awkward sort of bend, an attempt to get your nipples in his mouth. You laugh a little and swat at his shoulder, and he straightens up out of fear of accidentally bumping into the iron.

“No no, I mean really. How the fuck did a guy like me ever get you?” Flip backs you away from the ironing board a little, pushes you against the back of the couch, never once taking his hands off your chest.

“You don’t look half bad either.” One of your hands begins combing through Flip’s hair, short soothing scratches against his skull as you tease, “In fact, in the right lighting, you’re kinda handsome.”

That gets a chuckle out of your husband, and you’re pleased, glad that whatever had been bothering him at work was no match for the power of your presence.

“What are you doing?” Flip’s eyes are starry when he looks at you, rubs his nose against yours.

“Putting together a model airplane, what does it look like I’m doing?” You roll your eyes, leaning up to press your lips to his, always forgetting how much you miss him until he finally comes home from his stressful and dangerous job.

“Honey you can’t expect me to look anywhere other than right...” Flip grabs your tits in his palms again, getting a better grip on them to push them together and smack smooches to the tops of them that his fingers can’t quite cover, “...Here.”

“Alright hold on cowboy,” You laugh, pushing him away for a moment to much protesting, instead leading him over to the couch properly, nudging for him to, “Lay down.”

“No, you first.” Flip arranges and rearranges the cushions so that your back is supported, and the small act of care has your playful mood softening into something a tiny bit more tender.

Feeling stupid that you’re just in bottoms, you take them off, laying down on the couch in your underwear. Flip doesn’t bother taking his clothes off too, but that’s alright with you, he’s wearing his soft shirt and those worn jeans of his, nothing’s going to be abrasive against your skin.

“Careful, they’re a little tender right now.” You encourage him to lay down on top of you, mindful of the small baby bump. Your tits have gotten bigger from the pregnancy, and even though Flip was always a little too into them before he knocked you up, he’s all too excited to get his face snuggled against them now.

“They’re perfect.” He sighs out, trying to find a good spot to get one of his hands cupping your left, his face resting on your right.

“Are you comfortable?” You joke, knowing that he could live right there if you’d let him.

“Mmmmmhm.” Nuzzling his nose against your nipple, he kisses all over the spots that he can reach with his mouth, his body tucked up against you. The hand on your left breast gives gentle squeezes, and you smile fondly down at him, kissing his temple, before carding your fingers through his hair once again.

“You know, I’m not so sure you don’t have a complex.” You tease, and unexpected laughter shakes through your husband’s frame.

It’s not that he’s always been a tits guy, Flip doesn’t think. It’s always just been you, your body drives him crazy. The stash of wet white t-shirt polaroids he has of you in his desk could probably get him fired if anyone ever went snooping, there’s just something about the feeling of your nipple hardening against his tongue that makes his life so much better.

“You’re probably right but I don’t want to be confronted with that right now.” He grumbles, and you grin, knowing that whatever is going on in that brain of his, you’re encouraging, because how could you ever say no to your lumberjack of a man when what he wants is so easy to provide?

“Fair enough.” You muse, twirling some of his shaggy hair around your finger, “Will you help me with the ironing? It’ll go by faster if you put the shit on the hangers.”

“You bet your ass I will ketsl...in a minute.” Flip wedges his face into your cleavage, pushing your tits together once again to smother himself between them, “I just want to lay here for a minute.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you reach down to the extension cord where the iron is plugged in, and press the power switch. At some point, he’ll have to get off of you so the two of you can eat dinner, at which point you can turn it back on, but you know that as the rain picks up outside, Flip is not going to be getting up anytime soon.

That’s alright with you, you think, happy to hug him and watch tv together on the couch for a while, and maybe, if he gets worked up enough, have a little sex. You can’t blame him of course, you think with a big smile, you are, after all, a stunner.

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Tagging some Flip loving friends! @mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @thembohux @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @babayagakeanu @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @materialisthicc @hswritingrecs @miabelay11 @han68000 @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl @loverofallthings @groovetoob @bxnnywriting @glassbxttless @angel-bxby3 @smallgirlbigpersonality @lovelyyy-luna @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @caitlin-was-here @icarusinthesea @princessflip

[clonewarslover55]

congrats on sticking with the writing for a year! I love reading your stuff and can't wait to see what you put out in the future.

If your still taking requests can I have a bad batch x reader (you can pick which catcher it is) where they aren't together but like each other and have to pretend to be parents to omega to get out of trouble?

(I hope that makes sense. If it doesn't or it doesn't appeal to you, it's alright. I'm just a sucker for Star Wars Dads like the batch and Din😆)

Thanks!

Pretending to be Omega's parents with Hunter

Hunter X GenderNeutral!Reader

Thank you so much anon!! And yes, this makes perfect sense!! I really loved this request actually!

Notes: I chose Hunter because he is the main dad of the group! Also the reader is gender neutral!

Warnings: Spoilers for the Bad Batch, reader has known them for years so this fits together better(established relationship), Reader and Hunter have some mutual pinning going on ;)

You had worked with the Bad Batch throughout most of the Clone Wars, and they considered you a trustworthy assaset. Of course you were a low life like many others in the galaxy.

You worked odd jobs to make ends meet. From Bounty Hunter to smuggler, you had done it all. The Bad Batch loved you and all that you did, especially when you helped them on jobs or with their ship.

Once the war ended you were making good money off of many jobs, well until some certain clones came knocking on your door. You couldn’t say no to your boys, so you willingly welcomed them back into your life.

Now you were on the run with them; your future career in odd jobs possibly went down the drain now that the Empire was on your ass as well. But oh was it fun working with them again. Sadly Crosshair was left behind and now a slave to the Empire instead of the Republic. You’d miss the grouchy bastard. You’d help your boys get him back soon though.

Since the last time you saw them, the Bad Batch had also gained a new member. A sweet little blonde girl named Omega. She was absolutely adorable, and Hunter had clearly adopted her in his head. He’d do anything for that kid.

It was precious. And it only made your attraction to him grow.

You had always liked Hunter a bit more than the others…..In a different way as well. You believed the feeling was mutual. Well, you hoped it was.

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*The Havoc Marauder,(The Bad Batch’s ship), Space.*

Currently you are sitting in the ship, Omega sitting in your lap. You were telling her a story about some Bounty Job you had done a few years back. It was an incredible story, and of course you were the badass in it.

You exaggerated the story a bit, and Hunter clearly noticed. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, Hunter looking at you with a knowing smirk. You winked at him before turning your full attention back to Omega.

Her eyes were wide as she listened with great interest. Every now and then she’d interrupt you with a question. She was extremely curious, but still a sweetheart.

“We’re nearly there. The market town is rather large but we could still be noticed. The Empire clearly has a hold on the city.” Tech spoke, glancing at everyone in the ship. “The only way in is with disguises.”

You sat down Omega, “We’ll finish the story later.” You whispered, winking at the young girl. She grinned widely, winking back.

Wrecker laughed from the back, setting down the Gonk droid. “Yeah! Our armor does stand out huh?!” He punched Echo’s shoulder, Echo winching and glaring at his brother. You grinned at the boys.

“Oh I have an idea for Hunter and you.” Tech looked at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Tech knew you and Hunter had been pinning after one another for some time, neither of you making a move. So he’d make the move for you both.

You could nearly read their minds at this point. So you knew just what he had in mind. You glared at Tech, “Bastard.” You mouthed, Tech shrugging his shoulders. Hunter raised his eyebrows, glancing at you both.

“What?” Hunter asked, crossing his arms as he stood up from his seat.

“You two go in, wearing civilian clothes of course. Take Omega…..and pretend to be her parents. No one would have any idea who you are. You’d just be a couple out with their child, shopping the day away.” Hunter glanced at you, something alight in his dark eyes.

“I love this idea!!” Omega chirped, grinning widely at you and Hunter. “We’d be a good family!!” Tech and Echo smirked at you and Hunter. Wrecker looked as oblivious as Omega, but still just as happy.

You smiled nervously at Hunter who merely nodded his head. “Fine.” You spoke as you stood up, walking into the back to change your clothes. Hunter patted Tech’s shoulder as passed him, following you.

Tech grinned at the others once you and Hunter left the room. Omega even knew what was going on. A perfect plan to get you two to hook up!

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*The surface of the planet, the ship docks of the market town*

You walked off the ship, your hand holding Omega’s much smaller one. You, Omega, and Hunter were in similar civilian clothes, looking like an average couple with their daughter.

Echo followed with Tech, Wrecker staying on the ship as backup and as a guard. You grinned at their civilian clothes. Echo looked droid like and Tech was in some ugly outfit. Poor Tech looked uncomfortable while Hunter looked extremely comfortable.

“Alright. Separate ways, we grab what we need and bounce.” Hunter spoke, his firm voice making you pay great attention to him. You stared at his lips as he explained the plan.

“Everyone got it?” You nodded even though you hadn’t really listened…..His lips and handsome face were just that distracting. Tech and Echo left first, swiftly disappearing within the crowd of people.

“Alright then. Come on.” Hunter grabbed Omega’s free hand, leading you and her into the market town crowd.

You gently squeezed Omega's hand, “Have that list memorized sweetie?” You questioned, your voice sweet and dripping with honey. Omega grinned at the nickname, nodding eagerly. “Yup!” Hunter smiled back at his “daughter” and you, a soft look in his dark eyes.

About halfway through your little shopping spree Omega paused, looking at a toy cart. You smiled and pulled away from your “husband.” You led Omega to the cart, holding her tiny hand still. Hunter sighed, following you both.

She picked up a toy clone trooper, looking back at you and Hunter with puppy dog eyes. “How can I say no to that?!” You grinned, tossing the vendor the correct amount of credits.

“You spoil her.” Hunter spoke, putting his arm around you. You shrug, “So do you.” Hunter glared at you playfully, the vendor smiling at you both. “Perhaps.” Hunter spoke, leading you away by your waist; Omega followed, one hand holding Hunter’s and the other holding her new toy.

Once you two had all the goods you stopped, out of the way of the crowd of course. “We do make a decent couple don’t we?” You whispered quietly, Hunter’s face inches from yours so he could hear you.

Hunter nodded, Omega ignoring you both as she watched the crowd pass. “We should do this more often shouldn’t we?” He spoke, teasingly brushing his nose against yours. Your face got hot, a wide smile coming onto your face.

“Yes we should.” You whispered, your eyes flicking to his lips. Hunter smirked, finally connecting his lips with yours.

The wonderful kiss was interrupted by Omega screaming, “Ew!!! Tech! Echo! They’re kissing!!!!” You busted out laughing as she screamed over the comms. Hunter clearly died a little bit, hiding his face in your neck.

You laughed harder when you heard the laughing replies. “We’ll never live this down will we?” Hunter questioned. You shrugged, “I hope not.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his once again.

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Hello there!! ⁽⁽◝( •௰• )◜⁾⁾ May I request fluff#93 for Echo with a dense reader trying to flirt with him? :0

Nice Shoes

*Inhales* General KenObi

Bro, I'd write a whole novel for my boy Echo, of course you can have this prompt! Thank you so much for requesting it, hope it comes out how you want as well 😎

Echo x Reader: “I like your shoes.” "my what?" "I can't flirt, sorry."

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, that's really all. Some awkward moments ig

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"Echo, you have a visitor." Fives' voice lingered in his brother's ears. Louder than usual due to the suffocating noise tonight at 79’s. Echo looked up from his drink. Eyes scan his surroundings, until they fall on you. Who was not so gracefully dodging drunken clones on your way to the 501sts table. Or more so Fives and Echos, since the rest were dancing or at the bar. 

“Hey guys,” You voice wavered a bit with a nervous chuckle. Assuming Echo noticed you nearly fell when some of the 104th nudged by you. Nearly knocking you to the ground if it weren’t for Boost bracing you last second. 

“Hey there, dolly.” Fives spoke in a teasing manner. A sigh leaving your lips quickly. 

“Hello, Fives.” You quipped back with a giggle. Sitting with the two boys. 

“No drink?” He asked, and you shrugged. 

“Didn’t have time to grab one. It’s too crowded here tonight for me.” You added another chuckle. Feeling something nudge your feet. Assuming it was Echo, who was sitting in front of you. 

“You didn’t have to come,” His voice was soft, caring. Just like it normally was. Just like it was the first time the two of you met on the field. While he was bleeding near to death, and you were bandaging his wounds while Kix attended their other brothers. 

“I know I didn’t, Echo.” The smile that graced your lips made his heart jump in his chest. He swore it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. The way that it made your eyes squeeze shut, only the slightest. Plus the way they seemed to sparkle with pure joy. 

“Well, I’ll go get us some drinks.. While you two,” Fives motioned between the two of you with a confused crease to his brow. Even if he knew what was going on. Fives knew about every person that Echo pinned over in his life span. Which wasn’t many, in all honesty. So to be the pretty thing that Echo brought up in a conversation anytime he could? Fives knew that you meant a lot to his brother. 

“Don’t get lost,” You shouted over the music with a wide grin. Laughing at the look Fives shot you over his shoulder. 

“Me? Never,” And then he was gone. 

That left you and Echo. Sitting at the table while bodies squeezed around you like this was some sort of traffic zone. 

“So..” His eyes darted down. Hands playing at his glass while he thought of something to say. His mind was always overrun with nerves and frustration whenever he was around you. Frustration is always towards his inability to think of a topic starter. He was always tongue tied, or thought of the stupidest of things. 

“I like your shoes.” You were peeking under the table now, he barely noticed until you said something to him. His eyes focus back on reality. Blinking a few times to notice what was happening. 

“My what?" He was dumbfounded. Staring back at you as if you just told him he was about to die. You were the one at a loss for words. Nervous and frustrated. Why out of all things did you say that? You could have complimented his smile, or his eyes, gods sake. Could have even complimented his hair. 

"I can't flirt, sorry." You blurted again. You haven't even had one drink and you were already making a fool of yourself. 

"Flirt?" He felt his stomach knot up. Eyes locked on yours. Searching for an answer as to what you meant. 

"Yeah, flirt." The two of you feel silent after your words. Trying to figure out how to tackle the situation at hand. It was confusing and unsettling, to say the least. 

"I'm sorry," you repeated with a frown. Dipping your head down. Echo wasn't sure why you would be. A small chuckle leaving his lips. Leaning forward to grab your hand with both of his. 

"Don't be, I thought it was cute." That had to be the most bold thing you've ever heard Echo say to you. Studying his hands for a moment, then moving your gaze to his eyes. 

"Cute, huh?" Your words were softer, quiet. Smile stretching across your face. 

"Yeah, cute." You gave his hand a squeeze. Your heart was doing honest to God flips in your chest cavity. You were sure you even had heart eyes with the way you felt. It didn't even feel like you were at 79s anymore. It felt like it was just the two of you, sitting alone. With no one else to bother you. If only that were so. 

"Echo finally make a move?" Fives voice flooded your moment. Both of you pulling away with widened eyes, smiles fading. 

"What move?" Fives snorted at echos words. Punching his brothers shoulder quite harshly. 

"You're playing too dumb now, Echo. You both know what I mean. You and your guys heart eyes. It's gross, honestly." The clone rambled. Taking a swig of the drink he brought back for himself. Both you and Echo doing the same with your own. Echos foot sliding forward to tap yours. A small smile spreading on his lips behind his glass. It was a gentle touch, but you knew this time it wasn't just an accident. 

[darthkruge]

Okay :3

Could I ask for some quick little hc’s on the reader getting hurt on a mission?

I just need worried and protective Ani rn 🥺

Thank you Butterscotch 💞💝

Anakin x Reader Who Gets Hurt on a Mission Headcanons

Warnings: I mean talk of injuries but no in depth ones discussed. Mainly just protective and worried Anakin with some soft Ani thrown in there too because I physically think I’m incapable of not adding that. 

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A/N: Yes my love of course!! I love worried and protective Ani <3 I know you said quick little headcanons but I fucking love protective!Anakin and the getting hurt on a mission thing is one of my favorite tropes lmao so this kinda took on a life of its own. 

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Okay first off Anakin is already so protective. He hates that you’re in dangerous situations when you go on missions and he hates it when he can’t go with you. That being said, he knows you’re powerful and competent and he would never doubt your abilities as a Jedi. 

Honestly, his protectiveness says far more about him than you. He’s not worried that you’re not strong enough; he’s worried he’s not strong enough. If you get hurt, he thinks he failed somehow. 

As soon as he sees you get hit, he’s there in an instant. If it happens in the middle of a battle, getting you to safety is his main priority. He’ll scoop you up in his arms and get you out of there immediately.

If it’s more like someone hurts you directly, like a one-on-one thing, he’s going insane. Picture someone stabbing or hitting you to the point where you’re unconscious and bleeding on the floor. Anakin immediately flashes back to losing his mother, to when he wasn’t able to save someone he loved. 

He will kill them if they’re still a threat to you. If not, it’s not like he’s letting them just walk away. He’s infuriated. He first steps in front of your body, shielding you from them. And he’s livid, he’s glaring at them and anyone could tell he’ll fight to the death for you.

His lightsaber ignites, illuminating his enraged expression and they just know they fucked up. 

Even so, you are his priority. Revenge never comes first when it’s between that and keeping you safe. His thought process is: deal with danger as quick as I can so I can go make sure they’re okay. 

He runs up to you and, if you’re unconscious, he’s gently trying to coax you awake. He’ll whisper softly, all “Can you hear me?” “Open your eyes for me, baby.” “Please, Y/N, please let me see your gorgeous eyes.” “Come on, angel, let me know you’re okay” 

His eyes are scanning your body, looking for any possible injuries that he needs to attend to. 

Regardless of what the injuries are, he’s picking you up. He’s not letting you walk or put any pressure on any parts of your body. 

He scoops you up as gently as he can and moves as evenly as he can while rushing you back to the ship, trying not to jostle you around too much.

If you whimper or hiss in pain from the movements, he looks at you so apologetically and whispers an “I’m so sorry, just a little longer, okay?” 

And you’ll nod at him with tears in your eyes and it just makes his heart ache. He hates knowing you’re in pain and that he wasn’t able to stop it or take it away. 

When he gets you back to the ship, he’ll lay you down and try to attend to your injuries as best he can. He’ll grab some gauze and bandages and wrap your wounds, desperate to stop the blood loss. If there aren’t any supplies, he’ll just rip parts of his shirt off to use as bandages. After he did that once you secretly hope they forget the supplies again because-

After he finishes that, you’re normally really cold and exhausted from the blood loss. He wraps you up in all the blankets they might have and pulls his Jedi robe off and puts it around you, too. He knows it brings you comfort and, honestly, it’s really fucking warm. 

He talks to you to try and keep you awake. He’ll tell you stories and although he tries to be strong for you, you can hear his voice shake and his words become faster, sure signs that he’s fucking terrified. 

That’s honestly what gets you to stay awake, more than anything else. You don’t want him to panic. You’ll try to hold his hands, if your injuries allow, and constantly move your thumb against the back of his hand as he does the same to you. The constant movement reminds him you’re alive and conscious and okay. 

As soon as you land on Coruscant, he immediately brings you to medbay. He doesn’t care, you can complain about how much you don’t want to and how you’re fine all you want, he won’t hear it. He got a little upset once because you were desperate and said “please, Ani, please don’t make me go. I just want to go back to our bed and have you hold me. That’s the only thing that could make me feel better right now.”

He was upset because he hates turning you down, especially when you ask like that. The only time he’ll turn you down is if he’s trying to keep you safe. 

He tries to force them to let him stay with you as they run diagnostics, literally yelling out and attempting every trick in the book. Even so, it doesn’t work. They calmly tell him to go sit in the waiting room and they’ll get him when the tests are finished.

He watches them take you away and he paces in the room, chewing on his fingernails and running his hands through his hair in worry. He normally somehow ends up finding his way into a chair and he ends up breaking down. He’ll have his head  in his hands, tears streaming down  his cheeks as he prays to the Maker that you’ll be alright. He’d do anything, so long as you’re alright. 

When they finally call him back, saying your tests are done he’ll run back into the room. You see his disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes and you immediately reassure him that you’re going to be okay. 

As soon as he can take you home, back into his arms you go. Once again, you’re not walking, so don’t even try it. Further, he just wants to hold you. You normally  kind of turn your head into his chest, embarrassed that he has to carry you through the Temple where anyone can see you in this weakened state. 

Meanwhile, Anakin is staring daggers at anyone who even attempts to look in your direction. His arms tighten around you, keeping you close and you’ve honestly never felt safer.  

He gets you back to the apartment and gently places you on the bed. He looks you over again, just making sure they didn’t miss any of your injuries before he pulls the covers up and comes next to you.

He’ll get you some water and a bit of food, wanting you to get something in your system to help replenish your body. He stays with you the whole time, making sure you eat and drink at least a little bit. 

Even though the medical droids helped, you’re still in pain and he tries to help in whatever way he can. He can see your eyes screwing up as you try to move and get comfortable in bed and he’s just “I know it hurts, baby. I’m so sorry, here, let me help you, okay?” “What can I do to make it better” 

He helps you get settled, pulling you with him in his strong arms until you find a position that allows you to sleep. 

Sometimes you’re shaken up from getting hurt. You’ll tell him how afraid you are or, more frequently, he just knows. He tells you “You’re safe now, my love.” “No one’s going to hurt you ever again.” “It’s okay, I took care of them, it’s okay.” “Look at me, angel. They’re gone, alright? It’s just you and me, right here, safe.” 

As you drift off, he reminds you how much he loves you and you say it back. He’s always the big spoon on those nights. He puts himself closest to the door, shielding your body with his.

Nights after you get hurt are always very special. He holds you to him as tightly as he can, granted this is mostly dependent on your injuries. And you just love it. You feel safe and he feels like he can keep you like that. 

Basically, if you get hurt on a mission, Anakin’s got you. And an enemy has to be pretty stupid to try and hurt you. Not only are you exceptionally badass, but if they somehow get to you, Anakin will hunt them to the ends of the galaxy to ensure they never harm you  again.

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[rosethornxs]

So I am going through it with a cold right now (at least I hope it’s just that, my rapid test was negative), and I’ve been having more thoughts about our dearest Boba Fett. You can find my first caregiver!Boba headcanons here.

GN!Reader, no warnings.

As I’ve said previously, Boba makes sure you’re well taken care of when you’re not feeling well. He’ll either care for you himself, or have someone he trusts look after you. He makes sure you have food that actually interests you and fluids to keep you hydrated, and he makes sure you’re comfortable and that anything you could possibly need or want is available to you.

Right now, I have a pretty nasty cough, I get like this anytime I have a cold. It’s so bad that my back, chest, and head hurt from coughing so much.

Boba would definitely try to help you out with this. He’d put a humidifier in your room with a bit of eucalyptus oil (yes, that exists in Star Wars because I said so) to make sure your lungs and sinuses clear up a bit easier. He’d also draw you a nice hot bath — as hot as you can stand it — with bath oils and more eucalyptus. He’d tell you just to sit back and relax and let the steam do its work. He might gently wash your hair, dragging his fingertips across your scalp and through your hair. He knows some pressure points to help with headaches on your temples and the base of your skull so he’d massage those. He’d rub your neck and shoulder, helping to release any tension you’ve built up from coughing and then her gently massage your face to help ease the pain of enflamed sinuses.

If you wanna stay in the warm water longer he might read to you or play some music and when you’re ready he’d help you out of the tub and towel you dry. He’d pull out his own clean shirt because he knows how much you like the soft fabric and the way it smells like him — like cloves and something earthy. He’d drape it over your shoulders but tell you not to button it just yet. Then he’d pull out a little tub of vaporub (yes this also exists in Star Wars, just trust me) and scoop some onto his fingers. He’d rub it between his hands to warm it up before instructing you to lie back so he can spread it across your chest. His movements would be so gentle but his hands a little rough from the scarring and just work in general. He’d smear the vaporub down your sternum and up your throat spreading it all over to it can have the maximum effect. When he’s done with the front he’d ask you to sit up and he’d tug the back of his shirt down so he could do the same thing to your back. His hands would feel heavenly, of course — so big and warm, knowing exactly where and how to touch you to make you feel better.

Once he’s done with that he’d arrange the pillows so you’re not lying flat because that always sucks when your nose is congested (you know, when one side is all stuffy and gross and the other is dry as the desert and everything is agonizing). When he’s sure you’re perfectly comfortable he’ll tuck you in with as many blankets as you want and then he’ll bring you some tea (sleepytime tea, which also exists, don’t question it).

If you need anything at all he has a little comm set up and tells you to just buzz him and he’ll come right away, doesn’t matter if he’s in the middle of something, your comfort and well-being are his priority.

If you want to sleep, something he definitely encourages, he’ll dim the lights, put on some white noise, kiss your forehead and take his leave. If you’re not tired, he’ll either stay and read to you some more (a headcanon you can read about here) or he’ll put on a holodrama for you and do a bit of work in the other room.

Boba would do the most for you when you’re sick (he always does the most for you because he’s bad at words and shows his affection through acts of service). Soft Boba, my beloved, we have no choice but to stan.

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Uncle/Aunt headcanons for the Lightwood-Banes week.

Whenever Max and Rafe are playing hide-and-seek the one who is hiding goes to Uncle Jace to have him help hide them. "Uncle Jace knows all the best hiding spots." They say. Jace would never tell how he knows where the best hiding spots are.

Aunt Izzy gives them facials and tells them that the whip is the ultimate weapon. She also let's them play dress up with her jewelry and heels and clothes (only them though) Aunt Izzy also gave them tips on how to get their way with their dad and Uncle Jace. Her and Magnus will paint the boys nails together.

Aunt Clary teaches them art and draws with them. Max is still obsessed with her hair and asked her once "If you and Uncle Jace have baby, do you think it will be red or gold?" Clary wasn't sure if she should be surprised about the fact that he sorta knew about where babies come from or that he thought their kid would be the color of their hair? ( Rafe loves to look at Aunt Clary's sketches and always asks if he can have one *Clary gives in because she loves her nephews so much*

Uncle Simon showed them the Starwars movies and Max was running around acting like Han Solo for a week. Rafe asked Uncle Jace if he knew how to get a Lightsaber? Jace just said "tsk." ( Rafe and Max ran around playing jedis with each other. (Uncle Simon bought them Marvel and D.C. comics, Saying "better to start the nerd journey young." Magnus rolled his eyes at that. ( Uncle Simon also gave them tips on how to politely avoid Aunt Izzy's cooking.

Aunt Lily still talks about how sweet they are ( Alec never knows what she means by that but knows Lily loves them.( The first time Lily said she could just "eat up Max" Jace kept an eye on Lily *protective uncle instincts, Simon called it* and Lily said "Geesus, Jason. You don't actually think I do that do you, bitch?" Alec said "no swearing in front of the baby!" ( Aunt Lily sometimes watches the boys and they love their Aunt Lily very much, she also will talk in spanish with Rafe and then they will look at Alec and laugh.

Aunt Catarina has let them play with her firs aid kit and has taught them a little about first aid. She has also let them play doctor and pretended to be the patient. ( She teaches them about different medical terms *once they're old enough to understand* and shows them how to take care of certain injures that mundanes don't have knowledge on. And of course, she loves them and watches them a lot as well (especially after Alec became Consul and everyone was running around and always busy. Catarina was/is always there.

Ragnor tells his nephews all about Magnus in his younger years *well, younger for a warlock* and the embarrassing ones are his favorite to tell ( "you see, boys, you can never go to Peru because your father is so embarrassing" which Max will reply with "no. Bapak is Ultra Magnus." Rafe nods very seriously to that ( Ragnor admires their loyalty to their father. )

When Max walked for the first time Uncle Jace cried and picked Max up, saying "look at you! You magnificent blueberry! You're going to be the greatest blueberry ever!" Everyone stared but felt fond of them both in that moment. And Uncle Jace is the first to say "I'll teach that bish a lesson" whenever he hears some adult or kid was rude to his nephews ( Jace also bought them both leather jackets and sunglasses so they could pose. And makes sure they listen to Taylor Swift. "She's the most valid person." He says.

Aunt Izzy swore she would protect them always. And when she heard a Shadowhunter talking shit one day (well, let's just say no one has seen that Shadowhunter go anywhere near the Lightwood-Bane family since. *She also may have had the help if Uncle Jace*) Izzy tells the boys about their Uncle Max, who is with the angels she says. She also tells them about the adventures she had with their dad and Uncle Jace. "I of course, beat them most of the time." She said.

Clary teaches the boys about mundane stuff and shows them vines *the clean ones, don't worry. But Clary curses in front of them accidentally anyway* ( the boys always end up laughing on the floor and Clary takes pride in the fact she can make her nephews laugh like that. (She also might now, after having nephews, why Jace wants a couple kids but don't tell him that *shush*)

Uncle Simon takes them to see movies *with Aunt Izzy* on the days off or the days that work is slower. He shows them all the secrets to sneaking snacks in or the techniques of how to make the popcorn taste the best ( "I'd like to see your Uncle Jace teach you something this cool!" said Simon. To which Max replied "You're both cool and knowledgeable and Awesome." (Simon did not take that as a win. He also shows them different kinds of music ( "Taylor Swift is alright, but she isn't the only valid musician" he said. And people say they heard Jace Yell "You take that back bitch!"

Aunt Maia and Uncle Bat are the most chill of the Aunts and Uncles, and usually take the boys on peaceful picnics and to play in the park. Bat has let them play with his DJ equipment (which the boys loved.

End of the story, they love their Aunts and Uncles.

Tagging @khaleesiofalicante

[absurdthirst]

Hello!! You’re amazing !!!! I loved your age difference post! If it’s okay, would you do one with Mando with reader attracted to them trying to guess his age? Him thinking he’s too old for this shiz, but her not minding and jokingly questioning his stamina. Which he then has to prove... ;)

Guessing Mando’s Age:

“87” You snicker as you try to keep your face as innocent as possible.

His head slowly rolls your direction, the tilted gaze one you have come to know quite well over the past months in close quarters with the Mandalorian.

He doesn’t answer. Just waits.

“Well, Frog Man is 50 years old. And I can’t imagine you being so irresponsible as to have a child before you were born, so....”

He sighs. It’s that ‘Why do I put up with you, kill me now’ sigh he uses sometimes when you are being ridiculious.

Which you are a lot of the time. Just to try to make him laugh. One day he will, you just know it.

“No, you’re right. I don’t see you using a cane yet.”

He grunts, obviously unamused.

“45? You sometimes grunt when your back hurts in when you peel yourself out of the pilot’s chair.”

Dead silence. You grin. BINGO

“You know....I wonder how much stamina an old man like you actually have. No way that you could-“

You squeal as you are caught off guard. Maker, he moves quickly for an old man covered in armor. Now pressed against the hull of the ship, you wait.

Your breath catches as his visor tilts down to where his gloved hand rests on your hip. It slowly tilts back up to your face as he silently challenges you to open your mouth again.

“I bet you couldn’t-“

The cargo bay plunges into darkness, and a hiss comes from in front of you. A loud clang makes you jump as something heavy hits the ground next to you.

His voice is rough, but even more delicious without the modulator that normally filters it.

“Never bet against a Mandalorian.”

Very quickly you realize how wrong your assumptions were about middle aged men and their stamina.

You are the one begging for mercy far before he’s done with you.

And you love every single second of it.

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