#dont write the self insert fic dont write the self insert fic dont write the self insert fic dont

[timestillstands]

"Okay, okay," You laugh, leaning against the security desk, "Sundrop?" You suggest.

He shoots back a quizzical look, "What? No, I hate those things!" He scolds with a smile.

You roll your eyes dramatically. "Whatever. Spotlight."

His rays spin and he freezes, box under one arm as his free hand touches his smile wordlessly.

You smile, seeing your advantage here. "Gumdrop." Before you even finish, he's shielding his face away, giggling relentlessly, rays spinning furiously.

[kissingarthurclaus]

First Impressions

The galaxy was in pure chaos. She wasn't one to shy away from a bit of chaos now and then. In fact, some would say she was something of an expert back in her padawan days! This was different, however. Ever since The Battle of Geonosis, everyone from the outer rim to the heart of Coruscant was in a tizzy to say the least. Drawing lines, choosing sides, making plans, and in the middle of it were the Jedi. Once they were the galaxy's humble peacekeepers, now they were expected to fight this war for the citizens they had sworn to protect.

A/N: I suddenly got in the mood to write a little something about the day Kepler was assigned as Brea's padawan because I don't think I've talked very much about how everything started! No warnings for this one, just a short drabble and some dialogue to sort of establish their relationship dynamic at the beginning to set the stage. Maybe I'll add onto it and include their first mission, maybe not, but for now here it is! (Divider cred. @/cafekitsune)

Brea’s foot tapped anxiously against the spotless floor of the temple as she wrote out the report on her last mission, her boots leaving slight scuffs on the pristine marble in the process. She'd developed the nervous habit over time after suddenly finding herself in the position of Commander, less than a week after becoming a Jedi Knight to begin with.

She had no battalion to command. When she was deployed on missions, it was usually either as backup for a Jedi General who'd gotten in a bit over their heads as they attempted to push back Separatist droids with their clones, or she went out solo. Using her skills to scout out potential threats, in which case she was solely responsible for the outcome of such missions…and for all the paperwork. Her least favorite part of the job.

Getting shot at by droves of nasally-voiced droids was somehow preferable to this. Her eyes strained against the walls of text on the datapad before her, a headache beginning to form from blue light exposure. Her focus started to wane as she wondered how a droid could have a nasally voice anyhow? What kind of person would program them with that particular kind of voice box? Was their intention to annoy the Grand Army of the Republic to death?

“Speak with you, may I, Young Callisto?” An unmistakable voice and speech pattern shook her out of her thoughts.

“Oh, Master Yoda! How can I help you?” She said, lowering her datapad to reveal the short, green Jedi before her.

He was not alone, however. A young boy stood awkwardly just a few inches behind him. His small frame was emphasized by his posture, shoulders slightly hunched as he looked nervously between her and the back of Yoda's head. Though his robes were disheveled and seemed to be just a bit too big for him and his signature braid was done rather sloppily, he was obviously a padawan. Seemed the right age, probably between 12 and 13 years old. He wore thick goggles that obscured most of his face, but behind them his brow was furrowed, and he had slight wrinkles under his eyes that he was definitely too young for.

She didn't have to use the Force to know that this was a kid who didn't want to be here. That begged the question, why was he? She looked back towards Yoda for answers.

His large ears twitched as he leaned against his cane, always taking such a long time to say what he was going to say. She tried to remind herself that she was in the presence of someone much older and wiser than her and to not get impatient.

“Young Callisto, a very important task for you, I have. As you know, spread thin across the galaxy are the Jedi. Yes. Very thin.” He started pacing slowly, his cane tapping against the floor as he did so. “As many hands as possible, we will need to win this war.”

Finally, he gestured to the boy. “Introduce yourself, young one.”

He seemed unprepared, as he suddenly snapped upright and his hands fumbled to clumsily grip at his robes. “O-oh, me do it? Ok, uhm…my name is Kepler Quinn, Master Jedi!” He punctuated this with a quick and shallow bow, more akin to a nod than anything else. His small voice had an extremely distinct squeak to it, as though it couldn't decide whether the pitch wanted to settle up or down.

“Well, it's uh, nice to meet you, Kepler!” She smiled invitingly to try and set him more at ease, “Heh, so polite. Thank you, but I'm not a Master.” wait…

Brea began to piece together just what Yoda was suggesting and was stunned into silence for the briefest of moments. Not long ago, Anakin had told her about how a padawan was suddenly sprung onto him without so much as a warning, and in the middle of a battle no less. Sure, she had thought about perhaps someday in the future taking on a padawan learner herself, but she always thought it would be a long time from now and that it would be her own choice. And with the war going on, she just didn't have the time.

“Master Yoda, I- I- don't know…how good of an idea this is. I mean, I've only been a Knight for how long?” She stammered, not wanting to sound like she was just outright rejecting the kid when he was standing within earshot. “Do you really want me to be a master?”

Yoda hummed thoughtfully, stroking his chin “a strange and unusual time this is for us all, Young Callisto. Do things the way we have in the past, we cannot. Learn to adapt, we must. And learn from you this youngling will!” He pointed at her with his cane for emphasis.

“In need of help, General Skywalker and his men are. You and Young Quinn will go to the front lines and assist them. Yes, that is your task.”

Brea perked up just a bit upon hearing this. Ever since seeing Anakin on Geonosis what seemed like only yesterday, the two were as thick as they had been as younglings, but with how the war was going they hardly had any time to spend together. They usually ended up posted in totally separate star systems and always seemed to be running off to a new mission. This would be a good opportunity to catch up with him, once she was done saving his butt, of course.

She breathed in deeply through her nose, and out through her mouth, resting her free hand on her hip. This was classic Yoda. He wasn't allowing her a lot of time to consider it, if Anakin needed her help, then she would never be the one to keep him waiting. “Well, Kep. What do you say?”

“I guess I don't really have a choice, so…” He replied with a hint of bitterness, his eyes not meeting her gaze. This gave her a bit of pause.

“Hmm, decided then, it is.” Yoda glanced up at her knowingly. She hated when he did that, like he had some sort of trick up his sleeve in order to teach her a lesson. “If unsure you still are when you return, another master we will find for the youngling. There is no time to waste. Leave immediately, you must!”

“Yes, Master Yoda.” Brea said in unison with the boy, as they watched the ancient one shuffle down the temple hall and out of sight. There really was no arguing with him in the end, and at least for now, it seemed Brea had a padawan of her own.

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That was how she found herself where she was now. Her ship was roomy enough to comfortably house two people, but she had been so used to riding alone that she couldn't help but feel a sort of…weight in the Force around them. She sat arms crossed in the pilot's seat and watched the lines of blue and white light streak past through the cockpit window. There were few places as good to strike up conversation in than hyperspace.

She looked over at Kepler, who sat stiffly and silently in the co-pilot's seat, as though he was afraid to move even a muscle for some reason.

“So, this is your first time off-world, isn't it? it's exciting, huh?”

“I dunno. I feel more nauseous than anything.”

“Eh, that's normal! It'll go away after a while.” She said with a wave of her hand, a deceptively blasé gesture to hide the fact that she was actually floundering just a bit. She'd been trying to break the ice between them for a little while now, but had only managed to get similarly dry responses from him thus far. She was normally so good with younglings. When she visited the initiates when they had a break from their studies to play in the courtyards, they had lots of fun. But this one was so different. Most children raised in the Jedi Temple never see anything else until they reach padawanship, the little guy should be ecstatic right now!

But she wasn't sensing any sort of joy from him right now. Not a hint of excitement. He sat disgruntled and the slightest bit on edge like he was waiting for something terrible to happen at any moment.

“I hope you're not worried about it being your first mission, too. I promise, it won't be that ba-”

“You don't have to keep trying to talk to me, you know.” He said suddenly, cutting off her train of thought.

She quirked an eyebrow, eyeing him from the side as she idly flipped a switch here and there on the control panel to keep the hyperspace jump running smoothly. “I want to talk to you. It seems like we're gonna be spending quite some time with each other from now on, right?”

“Sure. If you say so…” He said under his breath, but just loud enough that Brea heard it over the hum of the ship's engines.

If she says so? That was more than a little concerning to say the least.

“Well, did anyone say otherwise? Come on, we're in this together now.”

He stayed quiet, retreating into himself both physically and emotionally. That wasn't good, she needed to get him to elaborate more so she could finally figure this kid out. What would her Master have done if she needed her to open up to her…?

“Well, this reminds me of my first mission as a Padawan. My Master Yora Tos was a very powerful Jedi, and she had such a kind soul. But she was also such a chatterbox. There we were, it's my first time entering hyperspace, I'm trying to focus be amazed by it and she just would not stop yammering on and on and on and on and on-”

She heard him heave a rather large sigh. Bingo.

“Alright, I'm sorry, it's just…I don't have. A very good track record with this sort of thing.”

“What, with hyperspace?”

“No, with my Masters.”

Masters…plural? It wasn't necessarily unheard of for a padawan to be reassigned once in a while. Sometimes the matchup just didn't work out for one reason or another. It seemed like what was bothering him ran a little deeper than that, though.

“How many…Masters have you had?” She pried carefully, not wanting him to clam up again. She was worried she'd made a mistake by asking when he didn't reply right away, but after a few moments and another large sigh, he did.

“Three.”

She blinked. Three previous Masters? Ok, now that actually was a little bit unheard of. Now she was starting to understand him a little bit. She only ever had one, so maybe this wasn't a matter she could relate to personally, but she felt that she could at least try to sympathize with him.

“Jeez, that's rough, buddy. Why did you drop them? You didn't like em?”

He turned away from her, leaning against the arm of the seat and resting his chin on his hand. “I didn't. They dropped me. Because I'm, well… I'm not really cut out to be a Jedi.”

Her head swiveled towards him, “Hey, don't say that! I'm sure it's not true.”

“Well, I mean? I kinda tend to fall behind, someone is always having to wait for me to catch up. My saber technique needs work. I can barely move a pebble with the Force. And on top of that I'm always getting sick.” He emphasized this with a wet-sounding sniffle and wiped his nose with the sleeve of his robe. “I'm not exactly a star pupil.”

Brea exhaled through her nose as she pondered this. All of that stuff had always come so easily to her, she couldn't imagine how frustrating it must be to struggle so much with it.

“Well, everybody has stuff they're not so good with. It just takes time. And the right guidance! Who were your previous Masters anyway?”

“Well, there was Master Tiin, and Master Koth, and I guess most recently Master Windu.”

“Whew! Well I can hardly blame you, kid.” She said raucously, “That one definitely wasn't your fault.”

He tilted his head to the side as he turned towards her, suddenly seemingly interested for the first time since they met. “What do you mean?”

“Listen, Master Windu has always been bit of a hardass.” She began, leaning back in her chair. Surprisingly enough, this got what she thought was actually a snort out of him. It was almost laughter. Not quite, but close enough. “Ha, that's probably why he's on the Council now, so I doubt much has changed since I was a youngling. His standards are so high you couldn't reach them if you were at the highest point of Cloud City.”

“Yeah…” He turned away, his expression starting to fall again.

Shoot. She dared to reach over and tried to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch ever so slightly. She retreated a bit, but suddenly it seemed like a new resolve had settled in her mind. Somehow she wasn't convinced that this kid was the problem here.

“Listen…if becoming a Jedi was easy, then everyone would do it, right? If you're here then it means you have every right to be.”

He said nothing, merely humming a noncommittal reply in return before looking ahead through the cockpit window. Her eyes turned in the same direction. The star streaks that had been shooting past them at impossible speeds suddenly slowing until they stopped entirely and returned to their natural shape as points of light in the far distance. The whole ship shook slightly as they were finally dropped out of hyperspace.

Brea sighed and rolled her neck to pop her upper vertebrae before turning her attention to the control panel, switching the ship from autopilot to manual controls again.

“Alright. Let's get down there and save Skywalker's skin!” they began their descent and soon they would be breaking the atmosphere. “In my experience, hands-on learning is way more useful than anything you can learn from silly old books anyway!”

She glanced over at him and saw how his eyes widened as he watched the planet's surface slowly approach them. His lips pulled tightly in a sort of grimace as he was no doubt imagining what sort of scene awaited the both of them there. So, he was a bit nervous about his first mission. In an ideal world, it wouldn't have been under these circumstances, but at least one thing was clear to her. She wasn't gonna let anything happen to him.

“Remember, I got your back out there, kiddo.”

He swallowed harshly and turned, throwing her a thumbs up and some semblance of an awkward smile, revealing that he had a gap between his two front teeth. Something she hadn't noticed before now.

Fear response or not, this was the first smile she'd seen from him this entire time, and as she returned her focus to the ship's steering apparatus and prepared for landing, she smiled back.

[fangsandsoftgrass]

LOOK AT THE NEW PIECE MY FRIEND MADE ME IM FUCJKING OBSESSED

A soft cry escaped clenched teeth as Fennorian winced at the hands checking him over. It had been no more than a few hours since Cirwedh and Lyris had found him and put an end to Exarch Tzinghalis' torture, but the pain was still fresh in his mind and muscle.

The look of pity he received was more than humiliating, and he found himself thankful that Lyris had taken the Princess and anyone else to the throne room to debrief. He was supposed to be an agent the Ravenwatch could trust but how could he when even a few Host thugs could drag him off the way they had? He needed to be better, he told himself. If not for the sake of the mission then for Verandis- who'd put so much time and effort into preparing him for things like this, or the very elf before him who charged in all long claws and slavering maw to rescue him.

"I know what you need me to do." His throat was still sore from screaming, and his voice reflected it, "I need to put this behind me. Focus on what I can do for the mission."

The look Cirwedh gave him was borderline venomous as she took his face in her hands and brought him closer. Angry tears welled in her eyes as she spoke,

"I need nothing. The mission can wait, they'll get my teeth in their flesh soon enough, but you have to recover first. I hope you never think me as selfish as that again because I would sooner offer myself to Hircine than watch you sacrifice your well-being for us."

She lowered her gaze to the bloodied hand in his lap, and before he could blink she had moved her hands from his face to cradle it against her chest. Fennorian could feel the rapid beating of her heart beneath the thick leather she wore, and the scent of blood and damp cave lingered in the dirtied braids that sprawled across the floor behind her. The ache in his chest only grew when she brought his hand in hers to her lips and kissed it softly; whispering healing words against the skin. Fenn closed his eyes and let the weight in his bones melt as any cuts and bruises faded away, and soothing spores danced around them like torchbugs before dissipating. Whatever came next, he would be better.

[transmimir]

Hello fellow selfshippers, a question for the community:

Would anyone be interested if I took the time to write a resource to help people write better gender neutral, male, and trans+nonbinary readers in general? I know i'm not the only non-fem and non-cis person in the community whose felt frustration over the lack of representation for us in reader insert fanfiction, and the disappointment when finding some, but it's clearly written without any research into how to portray those different perspectives from yourself. I've honestly reached such a stage of frustration because, even having f/os from massive fandoms, I've still been scrolling through mountains of f!reader fics with either zero or just a handful of m!readers that it's made me retreat heavily from the community as a whole because I just don't feel included or cared about. Does anyone think that this would actually help the community as a whole? Are there any authors who do want to make this kind of content, but are too scared because they don't know how to write from this perspective? I want to gauge interest before I attempt investing the time in it or if it'll just be something that ends up lost to the ether. I'd appreciate rbs to get some more eyes on this <3

[supurman]

this is here i rp if you guys were wondering.

[gojosatoru-supremacy]

Soft affection

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Characters: Astarion (Bg3)

Content: by cutting is hand on accident, astarion learns how it feels to be adored

Tw: mentions of daggers and cuts, written by someone who hasn't played the game yet

A/n: I hope you all enjoy this! I have never written any sort of fan fiction before, so please bear with me! (Also, English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes you might find)

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• Astarion, who first was oh so wary of you, scared that you are only with him for his body and for sex, and who only realises that you truly CARE for him when he cuts his hand on his dagger while polishing it.

• Who realises that you really CARE for him when you softly take his hand in yours to clean and dress his wound, an action he had to do on his own uncountable times before now shared with the person he is supposed to be untrusting of.

• Astarion, who is now sniffling, trying hard not to let any tears roll from his eyes, scared that you would judge him.

• Who breaks down, choking on sobs that speak of years of surpressed sorrow, as you pull his head to rest on your chest and kiss the cut on his hand softly.

• Who needs constant reminders that he is worthy of your affections, and who slowly but surely learns to let himself be loved again.

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Any feedback is welcome!

[toupee-or-nottoupee]

the funny behavior of liking x readers/self inserts but also having no desire for romance and being worried abt writing it

[rowwrites]

Naruto Twin AU

Had a dream of a naruto twin au except for some reason the self insert naruto twin girl (kushinas hair and eyes, minato face, yk standard) had to go find a tokubetsu jonin or just a jonin for a class project

I'll call her Mikoto / Miko for now or something

So like class project, they're like 4 years old or 5, and it's one of those draw your family and talk about them scenarios and everyone's being mean about it to them bc kids are cruel

Obviously, being SI, she's already told Naruto and thought of a plan to get out of jail free but he wants to draw them despite it being an S class secret. So, of course, she indulges him. Dips out quietly as a mouse and politely asks at the shinobi desk for a Tokubetsu Jonin

By pure chance, one is literally there just going to get a mission. It's also one that, despite them being who they are, is rather neutral about them - we'll call him Haiiro. So he indulges her, "what do you need a tokubetsu for?"

Its serious, the way she looks at him (and adorable since she's a child trying to be serious), "I need a contract written up as a Promise." So he indulges her once more and she pockets the paper and holds her hand out to walk back to the classroom with him.

"We wanna draw our mama and papa-" she says having extracted The Promise, The Contract and Haiiro is internally like 'oh god' and she continues, "But it's a SECRET. SO, we need permission to DRAW THEM but not talk about them :)"

He is in. A situation. He technically accepted this as a mission. Even the shinobi desk ninja accepted it technically. (They didn't read what she wrote properly, she knows it)

So Miko owns that shit. Haiiro gets this feeling he's going to be... sought out more. He also needs to know HOW they know so he can tell the Hokage. But she's a kid so he can't just. Go shove her at a Yamanaka immediately. She looks him dead in the eye and says "so will you do it?"

Fuck it, he thinks, he'll do it, there'll be something funny about this. (Where the fuck is Hound, why isn't he watching her-)

So she slips back into class WITH this Jonin and the teacher is. Stunned. Confused. She thumbs ups naruto and he yells at her that, "Awesome IM DRAWING MAMA"

So she delegates herself to drawing Minato dutifully by looking out the window. If she draws him like a Shoujo man as only a 4 or 5 year old could that's even funnier.

Teacher is BAFFLED. Why is he here, when did the demons sister slip out. What is going on. Haiiro just says, "wait and see. Continue as normal."

So, teacher does. Kids are also curious but can't say anything because Teacher GLARES and gets things back on track. They start talking about their families. Ami gives a snide talk and side eyes Miko and Naruto during it. Sakura recites dutifully. Sasuke goes before them and extolls the virtues of his brother.

Then Miko and Naruto stand. "This is us," they point out, "and this is our parents." Haiiro is torn between laughing and crying. "We can't talk about them cause they're meant to be a secret so that's why I brought Mr Jonin here to let us do this-"

"Our mama was so cool, 'ttebayo!" Naruto says and starts talking about her hair and her face and that, "She was from UZU its so cool."

He wants to shut them up but he also. Doesn't. Bound by mission parameters, he'll claim. Fuck it, he's taking these kids home with him later, theyre SMART. He always wanted minions.

and oh no no what's she doing. She's pointing out the window then at her paper. "Yondaime. Thanks."

Class erupts into shouts. Lots of calls of liars. Naruto is beaming. Miko is smiling innocently, pocketing the paper.

Haiiro is so fucking dead. He laughs and laughs and laughs. He's filing adoption papers later.

[fatuifucker]

its been a day and i still am upset about that interaction with that person they literally didnt do anything wrong but i keep thinking about 4th grade me getting excited when someone likes the same thing as me only for me to not impress them and then i go back home crying and wondering why i have no friends

[kissingarthurclaus]

Reunion

Well...I’ve been working on this fic for a long while now, chipping at it and rewriting bits here and there but with the premiere of TBB season 2 I thought it would be a good time to finish it! This is what I imagine the reunion between Brea and Rex after Order 66 to be like, and if you read I hope you enjoy -^ ^-

NOTES: this takes place directly after s1e7 of TBB where the boys encounter Rex again, but they had found Brea long before Rex found them and I imagine with everything going on they forgot that she might like to know he’s, you know, alive and where he is and vice versa x’D they rectify that shortly after, at least! also translations: Mesh’la - beautiful, Cyare - beloved

CW: pregnancy is mentioned and described for anyone who’s squicked by that!!!

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When Hunter had contacted Brea and told her to meet Clone Force 99 at their designated location on Batuu, he was very vague with the details. 

“We’ve got something you’ll be very interested in.” the pale, almost ghostly image had said to her through the holo-messenger. 

“Ok…knowing you guys that could mean any number of things, Hunter. Care to elaborate?” 

“Just trust me. You’ll wanna see this, we’ll be en route by next cycle at the latest.” 

And with that, the message flickered out and she was left alone in a mostly empty room once more. She sighed. “Nice talking to you as always, Hunt.” 

Despite the suspicion it aroused, and the lack of information she had, the fact remained that she did still trust Hunter and the others. They fought side by side during the Clone Wars, and even after everything fell apart, seeing them again and meeting Omega gave her a small sense of normalcy amidst all the chaos. They were still her friends. 

And in an ever changing Galaxy, growing more hostile day by day, friends were hard to come by.

So, when the time was right she made her way to the far side of Batuu under cover of night, where they would be able to meet safely. With Ben not far behind as an extra precaution, of course. They were late, as always, but soon enough she spotted the rickety old Marauder coming in for one of their trademark less-than-graceful landings. 

Omega was the first one to bolt out once the hatch door opened, hardly waiting for the off-ramp to lower all the way to the ground. The small, fair-haired girl ran straight for her, immediately jumping into Brea’s arms, barely even able to wrap her own around her waist.

"Brea! It's so good to see you, I missed you so much!" She exclaimed, looking up at her with those warm brown eyes that struck a chord in Brea every time she saw them. 

She ran a hand through the girl's short locks. "It's good to see you too, munchkin! Have you been taking care of these chuckleheads?" 

"Definitely!" Omega beamed. "I've got so much to tell you, I got chased by a bounty hunter, and we saved a baby Rancor! Ooh, but we've got something to show you first!" 

Brea’s eyes blew wide, though she tried not to let her concern show in her face too much, not wanting to discourage the girl’s enthusiasm. "So I’ve heard! We’ll uh…we’ll come back to those other things afterwards, yeah?" 

One by one the others poured out after her. First was Tech, approaching with respect for her (but more so his own) personal space. "Greetings, Commander. I trust you're still in good health?" 

She chuckled at his blunt, but fond tone. "I'm not a Commander anymore, Tech. But…I guess I'm as good as I can be. Thanks for sending me those medical files, by the way! They've been very helpful!" 

"Naturally! I'd only send you the most accurate data. To the best of my knowledge, at least."

"Well, your knowledge is always the best!" She was half joking, but still he preened himself in response to her compliment before stepping past her and turning his attention to his datapad once more.

Echo was next, pulling her into a familiar embrace. "It's good to see you, Mesh'la." He said, patting her back firmly. A gesture she returned, one that they'd shared probably over a hundred times before, reminding them of a time when they still knew their place in the galaxy. 

 Wrecker pulled him out of the way, "BREA! C'MERE, GIVE US A SQUEEZE!" His booming voice shouted, opening his arms wide and lunging forward ready to crush her against him in one of his infamous bear hugs.

Instinctively, she threw her arms up in front of her, and with a faint hum of energy crackling around them he was frozen in place. "Awh, no fair! I always forget you can do that!" He said, sounding like a child who'd just lost a game. 

"Sorry, Wreck. Normally it would be fine, but it's just not a good idea right now…" She said, releasing him from her Force hold and raising her eyebrows at him expectantly. It seemed to click after a moment, and his demeanor shifted from excited to sheepish in an instant. 

"Oh, right…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry!" 

She shook her head with a soft laugh, "Hey, no harm done!" She held out her hand to him instead, which he clasped firmly in his as a gesture of camaraderie.

Last was Hunter. He stood in the doorway, back-lit by the artificial lights coming from within the ship and with a slight smirk playing at his lips.

"Evening, Callisto! Long time no see." 

"And who's fault is that? You guys know our door is always open!" She replied, walking towards the Marauder until she was standing at the foot of the on-ramp. Looking up at him, hands on her hips. “But you didn’t come all this way just to catch up over Caf, did you?” 

He hummed thoughtfully. “Guess not.” 

She shook her head. He’d never been a chatterbox, unlike Tech who sometimes seemed as though he never ran out of things to say. Still, Hunter had changed since they last fought together. Since fleeing Kamino, since becoming fugitives. They all had…even her. "It'd better be good, Hunter." 

He seemed to be stifling a much more devilish smile. He definitely had something up his sleeve, or at least he thought he did. Yet he moseyed down the ramp in a nonchalant fashion, walking right past her without a hug or even a handshake like the others. She followed his gaze, turning away from the ship to keep an unamused glare pointed in his direction.

"Oh believe me…it is." He said, raising one eyebrow as he tilted his chin towards what was supposed to be an empty Marauder. 

She hesitated for a moment, her heart suddenly began to pound in her chest while her skin prickled with anticipation. Slowly, she turned back to see another figure standing in the entryway now. 

All was silent as she met with a sixth pair of eyes, almost completely identical to the others. A thick green poncho adorned his shoulders, his battered white armor with chipping blue paint poking out from underneath the frayed hem. The light from behind him caught on his buzzed blond hair, casting a heavenly glow around his head as though he were an angel. 

And to her, in this moment, maybe he was. 

The air hung thick with tension. Until finally, he took one step towards her, and then another, all the while she was frozen in place. Soon she was staring up at him, a ghost from her past standing before her now, in the flesh.

He breathed in and out shakily, gingerly bringing up one of his gloved hands to touch her face. His thumb rubbed over the apple of her cheek, his lips parted slightly as his eyes desperately searched hers. 

"Brea…" His voice came out as a sigh, relieved, incredulous, and loving all at the same time. Finally, they closed the remaining distance between them and fell into each other. She threw her arms around his shoulders, her fingers digging into the ragged fabric of his poncho desperately as his arms moved to wrap around her waist. 

"Rex!" She sobbed into him. Tears began to flow freely from her eyes as she allowed herself to drown in his essence. 

When Order 66 was initiated and she lost everything, she'd willfully cut herself off from any trace of him. After witnessing what could become of the very Clone Troopers that fought with her for years, she was scared of what she might find. Whether he was dead or if the Rex she knew and loved was gone and replaced with...something else, she'd decided that she preferred not to know. 

But now, having him in her arms she felt him again, and let his living Force flow into her, taking in every little bit. She recognized the darkness he held within him now. A deep-seated pain that could be caused only by grief. But despite everything, he was still undeniably, entirely her Rex. She'd almost missed the shaking of his shoulders and the warm droplets that fell against her neck. He was crying too. He moved to tighten his hold on her for a split second before she felt the pinch of his armor pressing into her stomach and pulled away from him. 

He released her immediately, looking down at her with that anxious expression of his. Eyes as wide and as innocent as a Tooka cat’s. "What's the matter?"  

She chewed on her lower lip, suddenly becoming a bit worried herself. They had talked about it before, in hushed tones and soft whispers against skin in the small hours of the night when they were alone together. 'After the war', they said, and now here they were. The war over, but nothing was what they thought it would be. Everything was different, so would he feel differently about it now?

He stayed silent, not wanting to push the matter too hard, but she decided after all that it would be best to say it outright. 

Or perhaps, show it was more accurate. 

She'd worn a very loose cloak to the rendezvous, it disguised her form quite well, making her almost shapeless. Undoing the clasp that held it together, she let it fall away from her shoulders and pool around her feet. His eyes trailed from her face downward further, and further…then went wide. 

Her stomach was noticeably round, poking out over the waistband of her pants ever so slightly, even while covered by her tunic. Rex let out a shallow gasp as he understood now, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. He looked from her face to her belly a few times, flabbergasted, seemingly struggling to decide where to focus his gaze. 

"You…you're…and I'm..?" He stuttered, to which she chuckled nervously and nodded to confirm. 

"Of course you are, Rex. It could never be anyone else in the entire Galaxy. Is this…ok?" 

"OK? This- this is amazing! I can't believe this, you and me we're- we're gonna be-" He stuttered. Unable to find the right words, he took her face in his hands, and for the first time in what felt like lifetimes, he kissed her. In his kiss she felt every emotion swelling within him now. Shock, excitement, fear, happiness, and stronger than any of those was love.

She pulled him closer again, wrapping her arms around him as she returned his kiss, and with it, everything she had to give. Once they parted, they rested their foreheads against each other, breaths mingling and stood that way for a few moments. 

Until the sound of someone clearing their throat reminded them that they did, in fact, have an audience. 

They parted, but Rex kept his arm wrapped tightly against her shoulders as if worried that he might lose her again. "I really can't thank you enough, fellas…for bringing me back to her." 

The statement was met with warm smiles as the others crowded around the couple with their various 'you're welcomes' and 'congratulations'. All except Omega, who looked between the couple suspiciously, seemingly trying to make sense of the situation.

"Wait, so…REX is the one who put the baby in her belly?" She exclaimed innocently, and a bit too seriously for their liking. 

Rex seemed to blush all the way up to his ears at this, chuckling nervously "how much did you tell her?" He said quietly to Brea. 

She threw her hands up, "Only what she needed to know, I promise!" 

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"Oh, I think I felt a kick!" Rex chirped excitedly. His tone almost laughably unbecoming of his world-weary face, but in a way that made Brea’s heart swell with adoration for him. As serious as her Captain was, always had been, there was still that sweet spot he held for the two of them alone. 

She was sat up in her tiny, one-person bed while Rex lay nestled between her legs, his own dangling off the edge as he rested his head on her stomach carefully so as not to put too much pressure there. He listened, eyes closed with a blissful smile, his hand rubbing gentle circles over the small bump that sheltered their little one. According to the files that Tech had sent her to study, it was probably just a bit too early for them to be feeling any kicking, but she didn’t say anything. 

Instead, she lightly ran her nails over his scalp, letting him savor the moment. Enjoying his touch, the feeling of his warm skin against hers, drinking it in for all it was worth. After a spell, he let out a deep sigh. 

"What're you thinking about, Cyare?” she purred. 

"Just…how lucky I am. It almost feels like I'm dreaming." He said, adjusting his position a bit and tilting his head to look up at her. "Like I'm gonna wake up at any moment, on some rickety ship somewhere and be all alone again." 

His eyes darkened for a moment, tinged with an unspeakable sadness. One that she knew very well. 

"Hey…I'm not going anywhere." She smiled, moving her hand from his hair to cradle his cheek, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his prominent cheekbone, "you'll never get rid of me now." 

This seemed to set him at ease for the moment. Raising his hand to gently grip her wrist as he pressed a chaste kiss to her palm. 

"I'll never let you go again." He stated simply, a conviction in his tone that sent shivers down her spine.

"I just can't believe that yesterday…I was a man who had nothing and now-" He sighed, laying his head back down and continuing to stroke the taut skin of her belly. 

"I have everything."

[but-the-desserts-were-okay]

Everyone on this godawful website is like “defend bad art!” and “love yourself enough to make the art you want to!!” until they see a self insert fic in a character tag, at which point they WILL bitch and moan and shit their pants over it.

[ridragon]

These stupid gay lawyers are giving me them "unnecessary feelings" again god damn it

SPECIFICALLY a stupid little red gay lawyer with antennae hair who is very cute and also Loud

[hardrockshrimp]

You're telling me I gotta write my own fanfiction cause everyone is this fandom is so boring??!?!?!

[httpiastri]

as happy as i am for lissie and marcus (even though I knew they were already together because I literally watched them make out with my own two eyes) it was honestly my last straw. I’m so tired of seeing everybody on my social feeds happy and in relationships when I’ve just had the worst week of my life and have basically given up on falling in love because if I can’t even drive how am I going to go to places where I’ll meet people?!?!? i have spent every Valentine’s Day alone while my friends go on elaborate dates and I’m just so so tired

not the make out sesh 😩 oh to see them with my own two eyes irl... what a pretty sight it would be

this got quite personal and hit a little too close to home so im putting a lil keep reading thing

love :(( i’m truly sorry you feel this way... but god i felt this ask so much... first of all, i'm really sorry about you having a bad week. it's completely fine to feel the way you're feeling, it must really suck, but i'm sure you'll get the license and you'll be driving shortly!! i am keeping my fingers crossed for you ❤️

i’ve always been very calm about relationships and love, very much “i’m not in a rush” and “it’ll come when it’s time”. i’ve always been a hopeless romantic but i haven’t been stressed about it – i’ve always been so busy that i haven’t really had time for love, and i've been okay with hearing about friends and their great love lives while i've spent pretty much every weekend and holiday alone at home. but… eventually, it becomes exhausting, you know? when falling in love for real just seems so far away and like something so hard to achieve in some way....

i also kind of feel you on the driving part... i decided not to get my license for a bunch of reasons, and idk how i'll get around without driving... but also as i am still living with my parents, it just seems impossible to meet someone, because where would i bring them? home to meet my snooping parents?? no way

i think we just gotta hold on to the hope that when it is the right time, it will happen. i don't believe in the whole "don't rush it" thing, i think that we're all allowed to seek and chase love if we want to, but i also think it's okay to take a step back and just breathe and be okay with the situation. unfortunately, our current day society is so formed around relationships, soft launches and hard launches and dinner date pics on insta and public proposal videos, that i feel like the pressure easily gets overwhelming. there's also something in the way that people think other people's love lives is any of their business, like friends and relatives asking me why i don't have a boyfriend, as if a partner is something i need to live my life? surely it would make it better, but i don't need to be reminded and hurt yet again over the fact that i'm alone, when i'm just trying to move on in life...

i'm trying to stay patient, open to any opportunity, and remembering that social media is merely a highlight reel and not reality. i hope you too can find peace in remembering that things will get better, we just have to work through this first. we will get through it and come out stronger on the other side. darling, if you ever need something from me, want to rant, or anything else, know that my messages and inbox are always open 💗

[prettyboykatsuki]

im laughing the way u worded it!! yes but bestie there is a very brief d*ddy moment that threw me off at first but it is (to me) done well however if it’s not ur thing i am sorry to expose u to it, the author has many other similar fics their vampire one called Danse Macabre is lovely, but in this one also shouto wears bit of lingerie hope u enjoy 🫨🫶 https://archiveofourown.org/works/36500296?view_adult=true

IM SCREAMING. I WAS LIKE. OH VAMP TODOBAKU? SOUNDS FAMILIAR. I WENT TO THE AUTHORS PAGE AND IVE READ A GOOD CHUNK OF THEIR STUFF. I MUSTVE MISSED THIS ONE DKJFD. THANK U FOR THE LINK!!

linky link for the people

[isekyaaa]

Nobody asked for it, but here is a snippet to possibly my next fic. I’m having a dumb amount of fun with it.