#aurek

[sw5w]

Zam Exits the Skytunnel

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:18:43

It's barely glimpsed for a short half-second, but the Aurebesh lettering "NAT" above the skytunnel exit is red, telling drivers not to enter, whereas the entrance those letters are in green. Pretty cool little touch!

Also, could NAT be a reference to Natalie Portman?

[wantonlywindswept]

CC Aurek Batch + 1

wanted to write some command batch shenanigans with a side of Just Slightly Weird. are they force-users? fae? eldritch creatures? i have no idea!

obligatory mandoa meanings, tho I use them as names so it doesn’t really matter, and it’s clarified who is who later on:

Mirdala: clever, smart

Edee: jaws, teeth

Kote: glory

Buirkan: responsibility

Gettse: courage, nerve

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"Why is it," Alpha-17 sighed, "That whenever stupid shit happens, it's always you five?"

Every member of CC Batch Aurek blinked at him in unison, wearing the same identical expressions of innocence.

Creepy.

"Sorry, sir," Mirdala lied, like the little liar that he was. 

"Didn't mean to cause problems, sir," Edee also lied.

Kote opened his mouth but Alpha held up a hand, stopping him from speaking. Kote was a terrible liar. It was embarrassing. Alpha had completely failed in teaching that one any kind of subtlety, and did not need a reminder of the reason for Fordo's constant mockery.

"Alright," he said, "Show me the poor cadet you kidnapped."

"I wasn't kidnapped," a young, mulish voice said from behind the perfectly-arrayed line of teenage CCs. "I came on purpose."

"Yes, I'm sure they gave you the option of refusing," Alpha drawled. He glanced pointedly toward Buirkan, who at least had the decency to look somewhat guilty about it. "Go on, move."

The quintet shuffled uncertainly, holding out just a little longer before finally parting to reveal the cadet tucked behind Kote and Gettse, gently pushing him forward. Alpha'd had his suspicions about why Aurek decided to openly lay claim on a CT, and the blond roots in the kid's hair certainly explained some of it.

"CT-7567, sir," the cadet said, snapping to attention. His salute was a little shaky, but Alpha didn't often interact with the CTs, and the rumors of him being an asshole were--well, true, but at least a little overblown.

When the cadet stopped there, offering nothing else, Alpha turned his attention to Aurek with a pointed, judgemental frown.

Kote stepped forward and wrapped an arm around the kid's shoulders.

"His name is Rex," Kote said proudly, with the smugness of someone who'd clearly won naming rights, going by the disgruntled looks from his batchers. 

"He's one of Us," Edee added, belligerent, as if that was enough to excuse the five of them causing chaos and abducting a CT from the cadet barracks in broad fucking daylight. But Alpha heard the emphasis, and--

Well. That was enough.

The thing that not a lot of people knew--or if they did, they shut their damned mouths about it--was that the very first batch of CC-class clones decanted came out...odd.

'Unsettling,' had been the word Mij Gilamar used, said without rancor, unlike the reactions from some of the other trainers. 'Unnatural,' was what Walon Vau called them. Isabelle Reau said that they were 'horrible little abominations', and while Alpha cared exactly fuck-all about what Reau and Priest had to say, he still made sure that Aurek never ended up near their illicit battle circles. 

Jango Fett had watched them for a single training session, face growing steadily darker as they demolished the shooting range, and then he'd turned heel and left without a word. 

Alpha was pretty sure that was just because they were already close to beating his scores. Sucks to suck, Prime.

There was nothing psychologically, physically, or genetically wrong about Aurek--that the Kaminoans could prove, anyway--and all five were clearly on track to be high-ranked soldiers whenever the war finally started. 

But they were, admittedly, really fucking weird sometimes.

"That true?" Alpha asked the cadet. "You're one of them?"

Now that he looked, he could see the similarities between Rex and the rest of Aurek: the little CT was already synced with them, breathing and blinking in time. His eyes bore the same unnatural intensity, and Alpha wondered if he would also be able to locate the others no matter how far away they were.

Rex nodded, a pleased smile breaking across his face. It didn't seem like he smiled that often.

"Yeah!" he said enthusiastically. "I'm one of them, and they're one of me, and we're all gonna be together now."

Rex looked up at Kote, who smiled besottedly down at him.

"This is Cody!" he said. 

"And this is Gree," he said, patting Gettse's arm.

"That's Bly," he said, nodding toward Buirkan.

"And those're Fox and Wolffe," he said, pointing at Mirdala and Edee.

Alpha took in the newly-named Aurek batch with raised eyebrows. They couldn't quite mask their happiness at the new monikers, and Bly stepped forward, meeting Alpha's gaze.

"We will always treasure the names you gave us," he said earnestly, as if Alpha was some tubie in need of reassurance, "But we gave him his name, and he wanted to give us something back."

It wasn't as if the clones had possessions, after all, and names were one of the few things that the Kaminoans couldn't take away. 

Alpha scoffed and cuffed Bly in the side of the head.

"I'm not offended, you little brat," he said, "And I'll still call you what I damn well want."

Bly just beamed at him, pleased, and Alpha rolled his eyes. He pushed Bly back into the circle of his batchers and their new plus-one, and if there was any kind of gentleness in his touch, he would deny it until he died.

"Meet up for training tomorrow at the usual time," he ordered, "And bring the kid with you."

Grins all around. 

"Sir, yes sir!"

[iamyounicorn]

there is a story trying to form in my head that sounds like a perfect plot for one of those yaois you read once and never find again, which sucks because I am so bad at drawing comics bigger than one silly page

[askbensolo]

01.06.30 - tatooine-level rizz

Now that the holidays are over, Mom and Dad are back at work, and Rey is back in class.

I’m in charge of taking Rey to and from school. Force knows I ain’t got nothin’ else to do.

And I’m starting to think middle schoolers might be an alien race, because I can’t understand what the kriff they’re saying anymore. The hell’s a skibidi? Why do they keep talking about Tatooine?

I know what “rizz” is, at least—and I think “Tatooine” has evolved into some sort of pejorative term. I overheard one thirteen-year-old boy brutally accuse another thirteen-year-old boy of having “Tatooine-level rizz,” which, I think, means being bad with girls.

I told Uncle Luke about the new meaning of “Tatooine” when I saw him last weekend—Tatooine’s his homeworld, you know. I kind of thought he'd be offended...but according to him, Tatooine really is the buttcrack of our galaxy.

…I paraphrase, of course.

So my next question is: the hell’s a “gyat”? And why do Rey’s friends keep saying I’m “gyatted-up”?

[workingchemistry]

“Kih’ori’vod.” Tenten rumbles. His voice holds all the weight of affection b’Jan’buir. There’s also a cruel sharpness that Jan’buir never showed in front of Boba. “The Kaminiise were careless. The equipment malfunctioned and all of the cells they harvested from Prime died off.”

Boba stares at him blankly, not understanding what that has to do with his staying in prison for the rest of his life.

Tenten glances over his shoulder and then crouches down so he’s at Boba’s eye level. He brushes the back of his scarred knuckles across Boba’s cheek. “They’ll try to harvest cells from us, but we’re too edited—impure. You, on the other hand, are untouched. Tsad Droten is churning through us like mulch, they will approach you soon with a plea bargain.”

“Gar’gotal ner mav’cuyi.” The words fall from Boba’s numb lips before he can take them back. “Why?”

Tenten rocks back onto his heels, plastoid bucket scraping against his thigh plate. The silence drags on forever, long enough that Boba starts to think that he isn’t going to get an answer.

Then, finally, Ten’ika says, “Gar buir ru’juri skira. N’cuyi harycne viini goyust ures kyr.”

Mini translations:

Kih’ori’vod: little big brother (different from ori’kih’vod which means tiny brother)

Gar’gotal ner mav’cuyi: roughly, you manufactured a way to free me. lit. You create my freedom (mav being free and cuyi being exist)

Gar buir ru’juri skira: roughly, your father was burdened by revenge. Lit. Your parent carried revenge.

N’cuyi harycne viini goyust ures kyr: roughly, I won’t become exhausted running a path without an end. Lit not exist (most) tired running path without end.

[dapurinthos]

i need to stop looking at star wars scripts because i'm starting to read them as warped versions of linear a syllables. it is NOT HELPED by ralph mcquarrie straight-up putting a linear a A (AB08) in the massassi letters. look. it's right there.

i feel like this:

there is also AB27, 31, & 55 in here. why does ur-kittât have a sideways A164 for an o? why is there a AB68 in the protobesh/coremaic alphabet. why is it an l?

why did i decide i needed to take the aurebesh, the domabesh, the protobesh, and the ur-kittât to try and trace some semblance of an evolution in the letters like actual abjads/alphabets go through?

(and this is even without factoring in the peridea script which is the ur-kittât script just without the lines around it, and with different logograms meaning different letters)

i just wanted to follow through the fun 'aurebesh is a descendant from rakata hieroglyphs' but NO ONE IN THIS WAR IN OUR STARS HAS ANY IDEA HOW TO ALPHABET. OR HIEROGLYPH. OR SYLLABOGRAM.

[a-eo-iu]

I am always thinking about my favorite part of modern weirdos (internet discourse)

[dreaminghour]

Can I get Mating Bite for the WIP Wednesday game?

Yessss, thank you!

(from the wip wednesday game)

so the context is that Anakin is the equivalent of an alpha and Qui-Gon is basically an omega (world building means they are actually aurek and orenth and extremely rare) and Qui-Gon has asked Anakin not to bite him... even though Anakin has bitten him many time.

Qui-Gon sighed and said, "It's alright, nothing happened," and that seemed to be the end of it. But there was always this push and pull, this desire for Anakin to pin him down with teeth and body and a submissive turn where Qui-Gon's eyes would flutter shut, his jaw going slack. Then, when Anakin left bruises, when he could hardly think straight, Qui-Gon didn't seem to mind.

[hey-leopard-wheres-my-face]

shitposting his backstory because no one else will smh

[tensline]

The Kaminiise genetically making us obstinante against the act of committing suicide: wouldn't it be funny to make these fuckers survive?

Kriff this. The long necked bastards say they did it to make Prime and the Jetii hardy super soldiers impossible to kill or be felled. In reality I think it's cause they wanted to kark with me in particular. Probably spat in my tube and kicked it around before I was decanted. Said "Kriff this CC in particular." Siths kriffing ka'ra, I'm going to end up on the news if I act on my anger.

[lilolilyr]

~ Lilo's 2024 Star Wars recs ~ (another Ao3 year in review)

This is specifically the star wars edition of my reader year in review, the rest & more info can be found here!

Descriptions/summaries by me, click the links for the ones from the authors.

The Good Sith by sonnyrain - Obi-Wan Kenobi and all of the Vod'e time travel and end up on a Sith planet. Obi-Wan, now 'Aranar', turns to the dark side, swearing to protect his men no matter the cost. Over a million words, lots of plot and character developments, fix-everything, still ongoing as of mid last year but you can read the first part(s) on their own.

I love this fic a ridiculous amount, I read several parts at least twice, and I'm thinking about it constantly. Like, when I think up my plotless little fluff piece fix everything bedtime stories I think up to fall asleep (and sometimes when something's good have to forego sleep to write down immediately because I know I won't remember fuckall come morning), I think of the versions of the characters from that 'verse just as often as I think of canon star wars characters or ones from any other fics. It fits into my headcanon 'verse really well because I always work with multiverse settings, and I love the kid characters especially little Sithling Aurek and his twin Soul.

Knives and Spices by argentee, mikaiyawa and others: A whole group of humans from earth is kidnapped into the Star Wars world, and separate fics follow separate characters. One becomes Mandalorian, one a pop star, yet another befriends some pirates and travels to lands we've never seen in canon. 280k, ratings and warnings vary, series still ongoing, parts can be read separately

I love and adore all kinds of self insert stories but this one is just extra levels of amazing - it's basically humans are space orcs meets Star Wars, and humans are all a bit force sensitive - the ending of the series summary describes it perfectly: "how much trouble can a few humans cause? All of it. All the trouble." and I love it all to bits!

Like a Tree by the River by @bairnsidhe - at Galidraan, Komari has a vision of the canon future and decides that she'd rather leave the Jedi behind than be a part of that massacre. Somehow, this ends with her and Dooku being adopted by mandalorians, and her in turn kind of adopting teenaged Obi-Wan at Melida/Daan? 20k T

Idk, this isn't even such a long one and I mean all of BairnSidhe's works I've read are great but somehow specifically this one with Dooku being the 'a bit old' ad and Komari therefore the bu'ad of a random coruscanti Mandalorian just stuck with me and I sometimes randomly think of Dooku being all confused and have to smile xD the plot&writing is also really good!

How a Romance Novel Saved the Galaxy by @arianaderalte: The mandos get their hands on a novel that describes a romance between mandalorians and jedi, and just how perfect jedi really are as partners for mandalorians... This changes things when both groups interact irl. 200k, rated T, Violence

This series has Everything. Jedi, Mandalorians, action, relationships, all kinds of queerness, and excerpts from a romance novel about the ancient Sith wars. Honestly, this fic just couldn't be better! I binge-read through it in one go even though I should have done a million other things at the time and I didn't regret it one bit xD

All the Amavikka stories: the slaves on Tatooine have a separate secret culture with language, myths and names, and Anakin, coming from this culture, reacts to Palpatine being his newest slave master

I think this idea of Tatooine slave culture and of Anakin's characterization is so interesting and I love reading it, from long Double Agent Vader by @fialleril, which I think is the original fic creating the Ekkreth lore, over the ongoing series Biting His Own Tale by @adragonsfriend, to the short story I can't find anymore about depur erecting a tower, a song-fic to Babylon by Dirt Poor Robin and the reason for my obsession with that band - please, if anyone has a link, send it my way! - and all other fics, I love this trope so much!

I think Ekkreth Skywalker was one of the first trope rabbit holes I stumbled into when I got really into Star Wars longfics in the middle of 2024, and I'm always excited to see references to it in fics mainly about other characters as well, like Breaking Chains by @jehanneargentee, and I went back to (re)reading fics about the trope on purpose several times as well :)

The last fic leads neatly into the next trope I really loved this year, Time Travel stories, more specifically Obi-Wan Kenobi time travelling and meeting mandalorians :D

I don't really have more specific stories for this one, I read so so so many of them that they just blur together in my mind. I marked a couple with the Ao3 rec function so I assume I liked those especially much, but going through them now I still don't really remember much, but I do recognize a couple fic author names as authors I read many good fics from, Ariel_Sojourner AppoApples @batshieroglyphics @roosjem LeeTheHobbit @triscribe cjwritesfanficnow @laurabwrites y'all's are awesome! Everyone, go check out all their fics!

I do also read and enjoy stories where people other than Obi-Wan travel through time, one that really stuck with me is In Good Time by morwen_of_gondor, about the Mandalorian trainers Kal Skirata and Walon Vau time travelling back to their time on Kamino.

All the fluffy h/c, fix-it, everyone lives, no order 66 Clone Wars fics! Pro-jedi, pro-clones, anti-sith (which sometimes includes Anakin, sometimes not), usually focusing on the 212th.

I never watched the series and it's been ages since I watched Attack of the Clones, but somehow, probably on the time travel -> Obi-Wan fics -> General Kenobi pipeline, I ended up reading a loooot of clone wars (fix it) fic, specifically lots and lots of Codywan!

You know that lovely feeling of getting into a new fandom without having any preconceived notions or otps or anything, so you can read All The Fic without any ships or bashing squicking you out? Yeah, that was me in Star Wars several months ago, cursed be the Codywan that got to me xD I can barely read time travel fics anymore without mourning the existence of the Vod'e because changing the past usually means they won't be created (unless they're the ones time travelling of course. Love those fics) and where I used to read just about anyone x Obi-Wan (and also anyone x anybody else lmao), I'm not pretty exclusively into Codywan... That being said, there's a reason for that, and that's the amount of amazing fics for that ship that I came across!

Again, I don't have specific fics that I remember because I just read so many one after the other... I guess I'll have to re-read them all. Which is great actually because me not remembering them much means I can reread them basically for the first time! I did mark some as rec but looking through them now I think they're not mainly recced for the codywan... My shippy bookmark tag might give a better overview.

Another ship I got into was clone troopers Waxer x Boil, I like the thought of the Vod'e being a society of to outsiders identical looking but to each other separate people who only see their immediate batchmates as siblings (which would also psychologically make a lot more sense), and these two are just super cute.

One of the first Waxer/Boil fics I read is also Codywan and it's one of these clones&Obi-Wan time travel fics I like so much :D The 212th Attack Battalion's Guide to Saving the Galaxy by Accident by @antigrav-vector and @quarra, it also has some Dooku/Sifo-Dyas which is another ship I really like.

Another one I still want to continue reading is RCAU: Open Skies mainly by @cacodaemonia, what I've seen of it so far is great and the story is So Long (almost 900k, a honestly daunting wordcount and probably what made me procrastinate continuing it, but also Awesome because So Much Fic), it's cute and shippy and no order 66 but also has plot and interesting characters and ocs and I just love it <3

Also similar but less ship centric, I absolutely love all the fics where Fox gets to kill Palpatine. Just, best trope ever. The Corrie Guard deserves a little Sith Murder. As a treat.

Jaster Mereel and his haat'ade (True Mandalorians), there are a bunch of really good ones where they rescue Obi-Wan and the Young from Melidaan, but also in general all the Jaster fics are great!

While I'm very anti guns irl I just love the fictional Mandalorian culture xD with their cool armor and their codex and the language (per my last count I know 90 words of Mando'a just from fic reading osmosis, send me an ask if you want a list lmao), the vibrant culture created by it being a creed, not one species... and Jaster is just my favorite Mando'ad ever, maybe because he doesn't have much canon attached so fanon just went wild? xD there are also a bunch of jedi shippy fics with him and Dooku sometimes in ot3 with Sifo-Dyas, or him and Jon Antilles like the wonderful 100k wip trade your heart for bones to know by @blackkatmagic, and I think there was one with time travelling adult Obi-Wan as well - edit: yes several, by @roosjem @cjwritesfanficnow @batshieroglyphics <3

Skywalker Family Values by Ariel_Sojourner: Sith-son Luke and senator daughter Leia end up in the same summer camp, it ends in a destruction of the speciist camp, a rebellious theatre performance and the reintroduction of their parents... Aka the parent trap/ Doppelte Lottchen AU that is still somehow perfectly in tune with the Star Wars world! 55k, T for violence.

Can't forget the fic that actually got me into Star Wars! At least I'm pretty sure this is the one? I think there was a tumblr post talking about crackfic ideas for a parent trap AU, and I went looking and found this one, which is actually 100% serious and such a good read. I actually made my mom read it as well xD Das Doppelte Lottchen (German original parent trap book from 1949) was one of our favs for her to read to me when I was a kid, and my mom is always looking for new reading material and as I'm mainly reading fanfic, I'm always happy to find fic she'll also like.

And, because I turn everything into a tag meme, maybe some of you also want to show your appreciation for the writers who got us through the last year - everyone who sees this, feel free to make your own post (if it's just Star wars fic I guess you can reblog-add to this one, but otherwise seriously make your own post)! and remember to leave your authors some comments especially if they can't be @-ed on tumblr :) tagging all the authors already tagged above and everyone else who sees this!

here's my 2024 rec list for other fandoms

more of my fic recs • my writing • my Star Wars • Star Wars fic recs

[sw5w]

Huosnoughow Skytunnel

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:18:17

[wantonlywindswept]

CC Batch Aurek: Abregado

one | two

this fought me so hard but HEY through the power of Maybe-Force-Maybe-Eldritch Shenanigans i have decided to improve the outcome of the 104th v the Malevolence.

not by a lot, but still.

---

Nax knew it wasn't his place to question his superior officers, but they seemed very worked up over something that was easily verified.

"--in the Abregado system when we lost contact--"

Nax stepped away from the communications room to pull up his comm, leaving the Council and the Chancellor to debate whether his brothers were worth rescuing. It was still early into second shift, which meant that most of first shift had probably only just made it to sleep, which mostly meant--

"I swear," Rex growled, "On Prime's fucking cock, if this isn't an emergency--"

"Commander Wolffe might be in trouble," Nax blurted, because Rex tended to keep his threats. "Can you, uh, check on him?"

Nobody really knew how the Aurek batch worked--including, apparently, Aurek themselves--and while the lack of tangible evidence drove Coric up the wall, it was already proven that they were somehow connected. 

Admittedly, the 'proof' came in the form of Rex getting incredibly drunk, predicting how his adopted batchers were feeling, and then comming them to prove it, so it was slightly suspect. But the only one he'd gotten wrong had been Commander Fox, who'd spent a good fifteen minutes threatening them with discipline and dismemberment for interrupting his work, which had only resulted in Rex grinning dopily at the holo.

There was a short pause on the other end of the call while Rex presumably did his mystical feely powers banthashit, but the sharp intake of air told Nax all he needed to know.

"General Koon called asking for reinforcements in the Abregado system," he reported without prompting as he heard the familiar sound of armor being hastily donned. "The comm was cut off, and we haven't been able to reestablish communications. They were after intel on that new Sep weapon."

"Then the survivors don't have long," Rex said grimly. His voice became clearer, shifting from a wrist comm to helmet speakers. "I'll go mobilize a squad; tell the General to meet me in the hangar."

"Yessir."

Nax cut the call and made his way back to the communications room. 

"--absence of distress beacons indicate that his fleet was--"

"Sirs," he interrupted, standing at sharp attention, "At least some of the 104th has survived. Captain Rex is currently assembling a rescue team in the hangar."

There was a brief moment of utter silence. Then:

"Rex," General Skywalker breathed. 

"Oh," General Kenobi said. He covered his eyes with one hand. "Oh, of course. I hadn't even thought about asking Cody."

"I'll lead some of the gunships over to the Abregado system to pick up the survivors," Skywalker announced, a new determined set to his shoulders. "Admiral Yularen will stay the course to keep watch on our supply lines, and we'll catch up as soon as we've retrieved the Wolfpack."

"I'm sorry," the Chancellor interjected, "But where is this intel coming from? Anakin, I know your heart is in the right place, but we cannot risk resources on the mere chance that there could be survivors."

"It's not just a chance," Skywalker said firmly. "Rex knows that at least Commander Wolffe is alive. And even if it's just him, any witnesses to how the weapon works would be worth it."

"You're basing this off the word of a clone?"

All five Jedi turned their attention to the Chancellor, radiating judgment. Nax smirked from behind the safety of his helmet.

"No offense intended to your Captain, of course," the Chancellor said hastily. "But, Councilors, you must see that this is an unwise decision--"

"No, Anakin has a point," General Kenobi interrupted, stroking his beard. "If Captain Rex says that Commander Wolffe is alive, that definitely means there are survivors out there."

"And how does the Captain know that?"

"It has to do with their batch," Kenobi explained. "They are a very unique group of clones--my own Commander Cody is part of it as well--"

Permission implicitly--if not expressly--given, Skywalker slapped the button to disconnect the call before he could be told otherwise, and immediately headed out of the comm room. 

"Snips, go with Rex, get the rescue team going ASAP. I'll follow you in the Twilight. Admiral Yularen, we have new orders..."

Nax watched them go, a tight knot of tension loosening in his chest. He pulled up his comm again.

"The Commander's on her way, sir," he reported. "You'll take the squad and depart ASAP; General Skywalker will catch up in his ship."

"Understood. We'll be underway as soon as Commander Tano gets here."

"Captain, if you can..."

Nax hesitated, the words sticking in his throat, because it was a stupid request, but--

"I'll do everything I can to find your batchmates," Rex promised gently, his voice losing its crisp edge. "If they're alive, we'll bring them home."

Nax exhaled shakily.

"Thank you, sir."

He didn't know if the Jedi always had their best interests at heart--and was almost positive that the Senate didn't--but Nax knew that he could always depend on his brothers. That they would look out for each other, even if no one else cared.

(Only thirty troopers made it out of the destruction. Only thirty, out of six hundred, remained of the 104th Battalion. 

But two of them were Sinker and Boost, and later, if Nax wept out of relief and selfish joy that at least they survived, he knew that his brothers understood.)

[wantonlywindswept]

ngl i'm just happy to have a last line that wasn't written over six months ago x_X

The wound that bisected Wolffe's right eye was still jagged, still healing: still an angry red that echoed the lightsaber that had put it there.

Last Line Challenge

Rules : in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thank you @cocotter for tagging me ☺️

So, there you go with the last line i wrote on one of my WIP (it was a few days ago because i spend more time reading on AO3 than progressing on things...)

Ponds didn't get to go ask his general in the end. It's Windu who came to him. 

And for the tagging part, I'm going to play it like I'm not starstruck just a little bit and ask very nicely and politely (with a flower 🌻) if @varpusvaras @mamuzzy @here-be-bec and @commanderfoxdeservesbetter have anything you'd like to share ? Would love to know but no pressure what's over !

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Like Home

A/N: I heard through the grapevine that @cw80831’s birthday is today! Happy birthday, my dear, and thank you for being such a lovely presence in the fandom. It’s a better, warmer, and more welcoming place because you’re part of it. ❤️🖤❤️🖤

Pairing: Hunter x Reader (GN)

Rating: T (regardless of rating, minors DNI)

Wordcount: 1.7K

Warnings and tags: fluff; shameless self-indulgence

Summary: Having a birthday on Life Day Eve isn’t always everything it’s cracked up to be, but this year, Hunter is planning to change that.

Suggested Listening:

This fic smells like: Nemat Vanilla Musk (birthday cake for two)

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“They’re back,” Crosshair said.

Hunter glanced to the top of Pabu, but no ship sat on the landing pad. “Where?”

Crosshair nodded toward the horizon. It was several seconds before Hunter was able to make out the speck of the approaching vessel. It was no Marauder, but it got them from point aurek to point besh, and, as Phee had pointed out, beggars couldn’t be choosers. 

“She’s getting better,” Crosshair commented. “Still don’t want her flying on her own.”

“Over my rotting corpse,” Hunter agreed. He picked up his comlink and signaled the ship. “Havoc One to Havoc Five. Status report.”

“Mission success,” Omega’s voice crackled happily. “ETA four minutes. Race you to the top?”

“Absolutely not. I’ll see you soon. Hunter out.”

Omega and Wrecker were fairly vibrating with excitement as they stepped off the ship, and Omega darted across the landing platform to fling her arms around Hunter’s waist. She was growing fast, and she nearly knocked the wind out of him—not that he would admit it. She’d always be his kid, no matter how tall she got.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“Perfect! We got everything set up, just like we planned,” she replied with a beaming smile.

“Got enough provisions stashed for a whole week!” Wrecker added.

“We won’t be gone that long,” Hunter replied. “Just a couple of nights. Back in time for Life Day.”

“Best get going, then,” Crosshair observed. “Unless you fancy navigating in the dark.”

When you stepped into the wavespeeder, you had no idea where Hunter was taking you. All he would say was that you should plan to be away for a few nights, and pack a few changes of clothes. Very mysterious, and he missed no opportunity to torment you with tiny clues that ultimately revealed nothing. 

It was a beautiful day on Pabu: clear skies and a light breeze, but still warm enough for a comfortable trip to… wherever he was taking you. He’d put in effort, that much was clear. The boat had been thoroughly cleaned and set up with cushions and throw blankets to ensure you were comfortable during the trip, and he’d packed a picnic as well, which made you suspect you’d be on the water for some time. He navigated out of Pabu’s harbor and into open ocean.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going, or are you going to make me revel in the suspense until we arrive?” you asked.

“I thought you hated spoilers,” he replied with a grin.

“In holovids! In life, I like to prepare myself.”

“Don’t worry, I made sure everything is prepared. Just relax and enjoy the ride, and let somebody else take care of you for a change.”

“Easier said than done,” you replied, but you leaned back against the cushions and let the tension drain from your shoulders as you basked in the sunshine.

The trip was uneventful, and you spent a pleasant couple of hours talking and laughing quietly with Hunter, enjoying the temperate weather. On your home planet, Life Day—and thus your birthday—had often been accompanied by absolutely miserable weather, but the celebration fell in spring on the island, and barring the occasional late storm, the holiday was nearly always tranquil and beautiful.

At last, you spotted a dot on the horizon, and it grew steadily larger, until the boat approached another island. It was smaller than Pabu, and densely forested, but you could see a few small buildings set along the cliff that ran along the edge of the island. Hunter steered the boat to a small dock, tied it off, and helped you out.

“Where are we?” you asked, gazing around at the lovely surroundings. 

“Not sure this island has a name,” Hunter mused. “It’s mostly fishing huts. I don’t think anyone lives here permanently.”

Huts. Oof, not sure I like the sound of that.

“It’s beautiful,” you said truthfully, diplomatically avoiding the question of accommodations.

He lifted the bags out of the boat and slung them over his shoulder, then took you by the hand. “Come on. It’s a bit of a hike up the hill, but I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

And indeed, it was worth the hike. The forest was thick and lush, shading you from the afternoon sun that had begun to beat down uncomfortably in the increasingly humid air. This island smelled different from Pabu—wilder, somehow; rich and loamy and green. The trail wound its way up the hillside and through the trees until quite suddenly, the forest opened into a clearing with an expansive view of the ocean, glittering and serene. At the edge of the cliff stood a small round building, constructed in the same method as the homes on Pabu.

“That’s a bit nicer than a fishing hut,” you laughed in relief.

He smiled. “Didn’t want to oversell it and disappoint you. Besides, the owner really does stay in it when she comes fishing here.”

“Well, I’m definitely not disappointed! That view alone is worth a million credits.”

He turned to admire the view, and a small frown creased his brows. “Don’t like the look of that horizon.”

Your eyes followed his gaze, but whatever he could see with his enhanced senses wasn’t visible to your normal human eyes. It just looked like a beautiful, placid ocean and a clear sky that was rapidly approaching sunset. 

“What is it?”

He shrugged. “Probably nothing. Shall we go inside?”

He led you across the clearing and unlocked the door of the hut, then held it open for you. You stepped inside and gasped quietly. It was small. Really small. Like the homes on Pabu, it was round, but unlike those homes, this had only a single room: an open living area, a tiny kitchenette, and a bed pushed against the back wall. There was one door, which you assumed led to a fresher, but aside from that, you could see the entire building at a glance.

Despite its humble size, though, the little home was exceedingly cozy, and it was made even more so by the decorations. Ropes of fairy lights had been draped around the entire room, and dozens of colorful creatures made of folded paper had been strung on fishing line and hung around the room. The bed was piled high with pillows and covered in a vibrant patchwork quilt that looked suspiciously familiar. The overall effect was vibrant and warm, and it was obvious that somebody had put a significant amount of thought and effort into decorating the hut. 

On the table sat a bottle of jellyfruit juice in a bucket of ice, along with a pair of drinking glasses, and your heart squeezed a bit in your chest. Omega’s favorite.

“Do you like it?” Hunter asked softly, resting his chin on your shoulder as he stood behind you.

You nodded and squeezed his hand. “Omega?”

“And Wrecker,” he confirmed. 

“This was their ‘top secret mission’ this morning, wasn’t it?” you asked. “The one that you and Crosshair were so eager to NOT talk about?”

“Mm-hmm. Those three have been folding origami avians for weeks.”

Unexpected tears stung your eyes. “Why? Why go to so much trouble?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his lips against your temple. “Because we care about you.”

“You didn’t have to,” you said with a frankly embarrassing little sniffle. “It’s almost Life Day, and I know—”

“—that the holiday overshadows your birthday almost every year?” he cut in. “That you’re so busy taking care of other people that you forget to think about yourself?”

Your protest died on your lips, because you had to acknowledge his point, and honestly, you didn’t even know what to say. Instead, you just turned around and buried your face against his neck as his arms wrapped around you in a strong, comforting hug.

“You deserve to be celebrated,” he murmured, rubbing his warm hand between your shoulder blades. “And that’s exactly what we’re here to do.”

You ate dinner with him on a blanket spread out at the top of the cliff, admiring the sunset. The air had become thick with humidity and uncomfortably warm, but just as you were finishing your meal, the temperature dropped abruptly. The wind picked up, and as Hunter had predicted, a thick bank of clouds had rolled in. Just as you were gathering up the dishes and stuffing the throw blanket into your picnic basket, the first raindrops began to fall. The pair of you scurried inside the hut, laughing as you dashed through the sudden downpour.

Inside, it was warm and dry, and your favorite record was playing from a tiny portable speaker on the kitchen table. He deposited the dishes in the sink, then took you by the hand and pulled you close, swaying slowly to the music.

“I can’t remember the last time I went dancing,” you sighed happily, reaching up to brush the glittering raindrops out of his curls.

“Maybe we should plan to do that more often, then.” He spun you around, and when he pulled you close again, he rested his lips against your forehead and inhaled softly. “I love the way you smell.”

“Like a drowned lothrat who just spent the day in a fishing boat?”

He chuckled quietly. “Like home.”

“You really need to stop saying things like that, or I’m just going to cry nonstop for the whole trip.”

“We can’t have that.” He nuzzled the side of your head gently.

As the storm broke over the island, the forest roared and shuddered in the wind, but safely inside the hut, warm and dry, you swayed in Hunter’s arms as soft laughter and hushed words gave way to breathless gasps and the whisper of lips against skin.

Three days later

“Havoc Three to Havoc One. Come in, Hunter.”

Hunter reached for his comlink, careful not to disturb you as you lay curled in the nook of his body, fast asleep.

“Go ahead, Wrecker,” he replied quietly.

“Am I glad to hear you! Storm knocked out our comms. You all right out there?”

He glanced down at your sleeping face, and a soft smile flitted across his lips. “Yeah. We’re all right.”

“Need a pickup? Might… few… ‘fore the rain lets up.” The transmission was garbled and intermittent, but he understood the gist of it.

He considered for a moment, idly tracing his fingertips down the bare skin of your back before he replied. “No, I think we’ll stay put.”

“Wha… say. You sure… ssing Life Day?”

Hunter laughed quietly and shifted to pull you more securely into his arms. “Life Day can wait. Some things are more important.”

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[writerdreamxs]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG ! fearless era.

in which you know a little about me and make requests for short stories to me and I turn your dreams into realities. after all, I am a writer of dreams. 💐

first, introductions: my name is clarice, but you can call me clary.

I'm brazilian, so obviously english is not my first language, so there may be some errors in the imagines.

I love taylor swift (my favorite album is fearless, but I think you get the idea :) and one direction, as well as lana del rey, artic monkeys, among many other artists.

I love romcoms, whether films or books, clichés, sun, spring, roses, dogs and I am a person who really likes to talk.

my mbti is enfp, - at least that's what i think, at the moment! - and I have a sanguine temperament.

and I DON'T write smut.

below I will put a list of the characters and fandoms that I mainly write about, but if you want to request something different, feel free.

masterlist. 🌤️

BRIDGERTON 🐝

colin bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, anthony bridgerton, gregory bridgerton, simon basset.

FORMULA ONE. 🏁

all of the grid, but mainly, lando norris, oscar piastri, george russell and max verstappen.

FOOTBALL PLAYERS ⚽

richarlison, rodrygo goes, jude bellingham, vini jr, pedri, gavi, and all of the real madrid team.

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harry potter, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, fred and george weasley, ron weasley, oliver wood, charlie weasley.

HARRY POTTER (marauders era) 🕰️

remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, peter pettigrew, regulus black, severus snape.

THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA 🦁

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, caspian.

CELEBRITIES 🍾

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RANDOM 🩷

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