#silly little star wars fic

[that-chandrilan-pilot]

you get one (1) Life Day fic this year, because we all knew I'd never write the rest up. maybe next year.

Morale

wc: ~4000

Poe Dameron x OC Iennyr Wentré

Summary: The Resistance base gets decorated for Life Day.

Life Day on D’Qar had bloomed into a significant month of vague celebration. For the most part, its roots in Wookiee culture had been lost over the years, but the holiday still stood for the principles of celebrating joy, family, and freedom throughout the galaxy, while serving its dual purpose of significant morale boost. It certainly became easy to lose hope in the midst of a war.

The day had started early for Iennyr. During the winter months, the mechanic team needed all the help they could get with routine maintenance and repairs, while their time was taken by larger jobs around the base caused by the decline of the weather. And Iennyr certainly knew her way around most starfighters enough to repair the most common issues at least.

“Iennyr?” The voice of her close friend and fellow pilot, Illyha, rang through the hangar. She attempted to clamber out from beneath the X-Wing she’d been working on, following the voice, while fighting against the cold-brought stiffness in her limbs. “Yen? Fernen said you’d be in here?”

“He was right,” she replied, walking out into the main light to talk face to face with Illyha. “What did you need?”

“We’ve got a couple of droids not feeling their best,” Illyha said. “Mind adding them to your list?” Iennyr dryly laughed.

“Sure, if I ever get to the end, they’ll be next.”

“You’re my favourite!” Illyha beamed. How she was so energised escaped Iennyr. “I had a look as best I could, but I just know you’ll be able to figure it out.”

“I’ll try,” Iennyr shrugged. The minimal details Illyha had given her of the droids’ malfunction had been so vague she wouldn’t understand what she was working with until she saw them for herself.

“Oh, Yen, before I forget, I’m reminding everyone I see to decorate for Life Day a little,” Illyha added. Iennyr was only surprised she hadn’t said something sooner, it was her favourite holiday, and the years they’d spent growing up together, she’d been almost insufferable about it. “Major commented on a lack of spirit, so I’m taking it upon myself to change that.”

“I hear you,” Iennyr replied with a smile, flexing her fingers to keep some movement going in her joints despite the cold hangar. Without it, the job she was in the middle of would take twice as long. “Finish here, droids, decorations.”

“You’re the best,” Illyha said. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” She promptly left, giving Iennyr the space and processing time to reset her plans for the day, and continue work on de-rusting the exterior of the X-Wing.

It was a long, tedious job, and her fingers were steadily going numb throughout the process. The hangar surely didn’t count as inside either; a harsh draught ripped through the inside, with the biting cold doubled with every gust of wind from outside. Maybe they weren’t wrong about the approaching storm on last night’s forecast. Internally she questioned just how long she could keep working through the deep ache in her hands. Rust work was the worst.

By the time she left the hangar, the morning had turned into afternoon and the storm outside had worsened. The sky was darker than it should have been, even during winter, and the wind had considerably picked up. Torrential rain would soon be inevitable. Fighting through that to get off world would be reserved for essential trips in light fighters only, she presumed. Optimism flickered through her mind in a fleeting moment of enjoying company. Even if it was mostly the company of droids, that was still preferable to being in the cold hangar alone.

The droid depot was nearly the opposite of the hangar in every way. As much as the bitter cold was replaced with warmth, and the faint smell of new electrics, the high volume level was also as notable as the empty silence of the hangar had been. With a steady increase in recruits, the programming of droids had to increase to match, and of course the repairs reflected it too. Iennyr hovered just inside the doorway, keeping the door itself shut to maintain the comfortable room temperature, while she waited for either Jess or Illyha to be free enough to point her in the direction of the malfunctioners she needed to look at. Jess got there first.

“Illyha said you’d be coming,” she smiled gratefully. “They’re just over here. Processing needs some fine tuning on the R4, and the BB unit’s underside wiring seems loose.” Iennyr had hoped for a little more instruction, but she’d just have to see for herself, she supposed.

“I’m on it.”

As soon as Jess was out of earshot, Iennyr sighed. She’d been given the vaguest instructions possible, and this would definitely take up the remainder of her day, if not keep her busy well into the evening.

“R4, let’s start diagnostic work with you,” she said, hoping her frustration wouldn’t be reflected at the droid. It didn’t deserve that.

Her work had started with a visual inspection of its processing chip, with nothing obvious wrong there. Likely, Jess had already done that, the most obvious first point of repair. Full calibration was her next troubleshooting step. Simply getting the droid’s front camera pannel to follow a small laser dot proved nothing was wrong there. It was also fully capable of following simple verbal commands with complete accuracy.

“Alright, let’s increase the challenge a little,” Iennyr muttered aloud, helping her keep track of her own process. It was during triple commands that the R4 unit started having issues. A command of moving in one direction while looking in another, and repeating back a sequence highlighted the issue.

“So you’re not a multi-tasker.”

Once again, Iennyr opened the front panel of the droid to access its sensitivity core. The processing chip was already fine, but it took her a second look to notice some literally crossed wires.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice that before,” she apologised to the droid, carefully removing them both from their incorrect sockets and hoping her frozen fingertips still had enough dexterity in them to delicately untangle each tiny wire without causing too much distress to the droid. The R4 unit seemed unbothered as she plugged them back into their correct sockets, closing the panel before giving the droid the commands again, and watching in satisfaction as they were easily completed.

“One down, one to go.”

The BB unit had a much less mysterious issue, but as soon as Iennyr opened its bottom panel, she realised she would be working on it a lot longer. ‘Loose wires’ was a colloquial understatement. Kneeling on the floor beside the droid, she shoved her hands into her knee joints in a hope her body heat would warm them, as what she was looking at was a mix of shorted and fried wires that would need replacing, and some downright dodgy connections that may have started to wear away at the droid’s proprioception centre. Hopefully a repair on that wouldn’t be necessary today. She did want to at least try and get some sleep tonight.

The spare parts were easily accessible to Iennyr, and it only took a couple of hours to meticulously rewire the entire affected area. Her bones ached, still partially cold, but equally still able to complete the task. She didn’t try to watch Jess leave for the day, but it was impossible not to notice, and she had to ignore the bitterness from her own uncompleted tasks.

Showing up to get dinner with aching hands and a sore back had Iennyr unsure if sentient connection was what she really needed after a day of isolated repair tasks, or if she’d prefer to grab a relatively juiceless fruit and just head back to her room and sleep off the cold. EB-43 was still in the droid depot, awaiting his winter inspection to be completed; only a few droids had been prioritised, and even then, they’d all be kept in the same location if they weren’t needed. While her mind pondered it all over, dinner was served on a tray in front of her, so sitting with some people became her easiest option.

Illyha had clearly left the droid depot either before, or faster, than Iennyr had, as she was animatedly talking with Poe and Snap at a table. A soft smile broke through Iennyr’s exhaustion at seeing her friend so happy though, a part of her recalling some of the best memories she’d had on Chandrila. Wordlessly, she sat with the three other pilots, content in listening to Illyha’s voice more than her words, catching here and there phrases about Life Day plans.

“You must’ve been working all day,” Poe softly spoke, immediately getting Iennyr’s attention and it was a good thing it did, for it was directed right at her.

“Were you not?” she quickly quipped back.

“Doesn’t really count compared to being out there,” Poe replied, shaking his head. “Give me the rest of your list, we’ll swap tomorrow.” He smiled, in the knowledge that she wouldn’t be willing to give up a task if she didn’t think she was doing someone else a favour. “You can look over some maps instead.” To Iennyr, it became hard to tell how much he honestly wanted to give her a break, and how much he just hated maps.

“You don’t want that,” Iennyr doubled down, her own hatred for the job becoming a relatable argument to keep him inside and warm. “I spent my morning on rust.”

“Oh, no one wants that,” Snap agreed. Like Poe, he looked considerably warmer than Iennyr felt. Her bones were still shivering from her morning in the hangar.

“I’ve got it,” Poe repeated. One of them would stop insisting soon enough.

“No, don’t worry about it, keeps me busy” Iennyr said, claiming the last word in the matter before looking at Illyha with a smile. “Anyway, I’m decorating tonight so you can guarantee my morale will be boosted like you’ve never seen it before.” Despite her light sarcasm, Illyha took her sentiment wholeheartedly, beaming back in approval. The beginning of the season meant she’d grin about anything she could remotely link to the holiday.

With his offer thoroughly refused, conversation returned to their upcoming tasks for the following day, and slight anticipation for the overnight storm and what it would affect despite the relative shelter of the base. Even hot dinner did little to warm Iennyr, simply burning her tongue a little.

She was the first to get up and leave, more than ready to turn in for the night. Poe followed her out. If anyone had noticed how worn down she’d seemed for the last few weeks, it was him. And maybe the premise of Life Day decorations being a quick fix was laughable, but there was certainly some truth in finding optimism within the holiday.

“Hey, you want a hand?” he offered. Maybe she wouldn’t exchange rust repairs for map organisation, but stringing up some decorations after hours definitely seemed like a reasonable offer. “I have nothing going on?”

“I mean, it’s just some lights but—” she started, quickly realising he wasn’t really insinuating she’d need help. It was more of an excuse to actually spend some time with her outside of the job, and that had definitely been lacking recently. Shutting people out certainly wouldn’t help in the long run. “Yeah, come over, that sounds like fun.” Her smile felt a little forced, but through exhaustion, not irritation, and he could read that.

The walk across the base was filled with more storm warnings. The sky had fully darkened without a visible star in the sky, and strong gusts of wind blew through the tunnelled out base. The launchpads were empty too, the usual starfighters they hosted now tucked into hangars.

Iennyr kicked her boots off just inside her door, and out of politeness Poe did the same, pushing them in line with where Iennyr had haphazardly left hers.

“Okay, lights,” she muttered, digging out a slightly dented box from under her bed. The contents of it were most of her belongings; everything else she owned was in use so often she kept it out. Illyha had gifted her a simple light string one year after finding out she hadn’t celebrated Life Day before, and she’d obviously treasured them since. The string was only about a metre long, but it would fit perfectly along the edge of her bed. The warm white glow from them might even be nice to fall asleep to.

“Do you feel your morale lifting yet, Poe?” Iennyr joked as she taped down the wire between each bulb to her bedframe, leaving the small battery pack balanced on the frame itself. Hopefully it would’ve retained some charge, but when it needed it, EB would be able to plug into them and charge the battery later.

“You know, I am definitely feeling a lot morale-y-er,” he lightheartedly replied, matching her attitude. Poe had sat on her bed, legs crossed to give her space to work, for standing in the middle of the room wouldn’t have given her enough elbow room either. Feeling like he was making himself too comfortable in her space was his best option.

“I’m very glad to hear it,” Iennyr added, smiling up at him as she finished sticking down the last bit of tape. “I think that’ll do.” The box was pushed back under her bed, and she could finally enjoy her free time at the end of the day, not thinking about rust or maps or droids. “Did you used to celebrate Life Day? Before the Resistance?” Without a thought, she sat on her bed next to Poe, up against her pillow with her legs tucked up to her chest. She hadn’t quite warmed from being outside all day.

“Yeah, I mean, my parents were both in the war with Chewbacca to celebrate directly according to where it came from, they were definitely aware of it prior to that too,” Poe told her. After she’d made herself comfortable as well, he felt a lot less concerned about taking up too much of her space. She couldn’t have chosen to sit further away from him if she’d wanted a larger personal bubble. “I remember a few celebrations at home as a kid, then a general kind of ‘Life Day’ season throughout the galaxy even after I left.” Looking back, it was a nice bit of familiarity that had followed him wherever he went in the galaxy. That at the same point in each year, the galaxy would celebrate joy and harmony somehow, no matter what else was going on around him. “The New Republic did a few decorations around the place and different food, before the war started at least.” He couldn’t be certain how rationing affected their Life Day dinner, for he wasn’t completely aware of the exact moment the war started within his memories. Looking back far enough it wasn’t there, and then at some point it was. “Did you?”

“A little? Not really though,” Iennyr said, thinking back to the clear stance her blood relatives had taken on the holiday. “My family, my aunt and uncle never did, they always said they weren’t Wookiee, so why celebrate.” She had been thoroughly aware of the holiday though, and even included in elements hosted by other families. “Illyha’s family did though, and she loves it so I kind of started because of her.”

“I think we can all tell Illyha celebrates,” Poe smiled. Illyha’s insistence to decorate had been shared with the whole base, it seemed.

“Right, so now imagine her as a kid,” Iennyr laughed, fond of the specific childhood memories of Life Day. “The whole shop would be decorated, we did gifts, I think she even had one of those festive sweaters?” It wasn’t really a memory that had to be questioned, she vividly remembered Illyha’s bright red sweater, adorned with bells.

“One of the really tacky ones?” Poe checked to make sure they were both envisioning the same thing, leaning forward a little to rest his elbows on his knees. Iennyr nodded.

“Exactly.”

“Did you have one?”

“No, I didn’t have that kind of disposable income,” Iennyr said. It had meant to seem funnier, but was met with a slight pause from Poe. She supposed spending anything she earned on food or speeder fuel maybe wasn’t everyone’s upbringing.

“I’m getting you one this year,” he decided. The amused, knowing smile on his face told her he was only half joking.

“You’re not,” she said, equally smiling but hoping to push him further into joking than not. “I’m not wearing it.”

“You so are,” he playfully argued back. “You’re gonna look so good.”

The wind loudly howled outside in the quiet between them, Poe reluctant to go back out in it to his own room, and Iennyr reluctant to let him. They could continue talking a little longer, right? The weather would die down enough for a walk across the base to be safe soon enough.

“Were there any other traditions you guys had?” he asked.

“Belun’s family—well, his family’s staff—used to make this huge dinner, and I think I’ve had variations of that every year since,” Iennyr said, still trying to find the connection between Belun’s highest class dinners, and the ways other people had prioritised more expensive food. It seemed the tradition lay in the sentiment as opposed to any specific food item. “Even when I was working at the garage, we’d make efforts to steal more expensive stuff and make some kind of feast with what we managed to get.”

“That is surprisingly wholesome,” Poe said. “We had the food too, I remember looking forward to it all year when I was younger.” Another slight pause led him to considering another tradition he’d witnessed, yet never really understood. Rain battered against the small window. “Did you have that thing with the plant, or was that a local thing?”

“The plant?” Iennyr questioned. Poe only felt slightly silly to have brought up something so unrelatable and specific, and immediately wanted to drop it. “What did you do with a plant?” It could not have been clearer she’d never heard of it.

“No, it’s a local thing then, forget it.”

“You have to tell me now,” she insisted, “or anything I make up in my head is going to be endlessly weirder.” The likelihood of the tradition being entirely common, just something she’d never specifically come across, was incredibly high.

“Okay, I hardly remember because I haven’t actually seen it outside of Yavin, and my dad kind of stopped after Mom died,” Poe disclaimed, nervous as to just how strange it would sound to someone who’d never heard of it. “But there was this plant they’d hang up, like in doorways or places where people would cross paths, and I think the whole thing was if you were under it at the same time as someone else, you were supposed to kiss them.” A moment of silence passed as Iennyr ran the concept through her mind again.

“Are you making things up to see what I’ll believe?” she asked genuinely.

“You think I could make that up?” Another moment passed as she scanned his face to see if the deflection itself was another joke. It didn’t seem to be.

“No, we never did that, I don’t know anyone who ever did that,” she answered his initial question, before giving everything he’d told her a second thought, trying to figure out exactly why, if it was real, she’d never heard of it before. “Was it just for married people?”

“Maybe?” Poe answered, equally trying to catch up to her train of thought. “I guess if your aunt and uncle didn’t celebrate…”

“Yeah, Illyha’s mom was single when we lived on Chandrila, Belun’s mom too, actually,” Iennyr said, the tradition starting to make a little more sense between them. “The garage guys weren’t about to start…” The very concept of the group at the garage starting anything amongst one another had her shaking her head in disgust, like it would erase the thought entirely. The slight grimace remained on her face. “Yeah, no one was married, or getting married anytime soon.”

“That’s gotta be it then,” Poe decided, both pilots satisfied with the explanation they’d made up between them.

“I’ll have to ask Illyha about it, if anyone knows, it’ll be her,” Iennyr decided. In another moment they’d both stopped talking, the storm outside caught their attention. From the sheer volume of the wind, it made perfect sense as to why they’d put the ships in hangars, and the rain sounded loud enough to consider it might have frozen mid air.

“Did they say how long that storm’s supposed to last?” Poe asked, verbalising Iennyr’s conceptual thoughts.

“I heard it would be going all night, and only getting worse according to some of the mechanics.” Poe’s eyebrows raised in disbelief before he sighed.

“So I probably shouldn’t have stayed this long?”

“You probably shouldn’t have stopped by at all,” Iennyr honestly told him, realising quickly it may have sounded honest in ways she didn’t mean. “I mean, I’m always glad to have you here but…”

“I do not want to be outside in that,” Poe finished for her.

“Yeah, and I’d feel bad letting you,” she agreed. “I mean, I’ll be awake for a while, stay longer.” The offer was easy to make and comfortable to hear.

It was equally natural for them to continue talking. Poe offered again to take on her mechanics list the following day, and Iennyr again refused so he didn’t have to be outside entirely by himself for that long, but under the guise of hating map reviews more. Their own minimal plans for the season also came up, each with the caveat of conditional time off they likely wouldn’t get; Poe mentioned going back to Yavin IV to spend some actual time with his father, to which Iennyr mentioned that she should probably see her family too, should time off allow it. The main light flickered with another audible gust of wind, the storm clearly threatening the base’s main power. Thinking about anything else but going out in it, Poe brought up the rumours he’d heard of various Life Day plans other soldiers were hosting at the base.

“Do you know for sure if Illyha’s organising a Life Day dinner?” he asked.

“I haven’t heard for sure,” Iennyr replied, “but I wouldn’t be surprised.”

It was only when quiet fell over them both again, that the haze of actual tiredness also hit them.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna do it,” Poe said, slowly unfurling himself from the comfortable ball he’d tucked into while talking for so long.

“Are you sure?” Iennyr questioned, slightly serious about it. She definitely enjoyed the company, and nothing had changed about the weather conditions.

“I mean, I’ll have to at some point anyway, I can’t stay here all night,” he laughed. Iennyr didn’t.

“I would be completely okay with you staying the night,” she offered. “It sounds awful out there, and I mean, I’d be fine sleeping on the floor for a night if you’d be uncomfortable.” She paused again, concerned she was coming across insistent. “I mean, unless you want to go, I’m not—”

“I don’t,” Poe interrupted, before she could think herself into oblivion. “I don’t want to go. And I wouldn’t be uncomfortable.” Iennyr had to mentally backtrack a little, replaying her own words in her head. When she realised what he meant, she allowed a slight smiled to fall onto her face as she nodded.

“Okay. Get comfy,” she said. “I’ll get the light.”

For something that could have been awkward if they weren’t both so exhausted, Iennyr squashed a smile as she climbed under the covers beside him. The bed was already warm from where they’d both been sat for hours prior, and the string of lights filled the room with a soft glow, a similar level to freighter emergency lights.

“Goodnight,” Iennyr whispered, deciding to stop thinking about it all.

“Night,” Poe mumbled into the pillow.

Whether it was the company, or the decorations, the Resistance base had felt a boost of morale on the first of Life Day season.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

fan art for @blackkatmagic's amongst dust breathing souls + me puzzling out a'sharad hett's tattoos

[thisisallyourfaultmiguel]

What I remember about the rise of the Empire is...is how quiet it was. The end of any war is an echo. As the soldier's footsteps come to an end and their weapons clatter to the ground. And suddenly, quiet.

War is so loud, you know. There is yelling and pain and blasterfire. There's death and destruction. Pure and utter violence. To know the quiet is strange.

During the waning hours of the Clone Wars, the 501sst Legion was discreetly transferred back to Coruscant. Something had shifted, before we arrived. There was a mission to be carried out, and we had no choice but to follow through. It was a silent trip. We all knew what was about to happen, what we were about to do. Did we have any doubts? Any private, traitorous thoughts? Not that we a choice in the matter. No one said a word. Not when Order 66 came down, and not when we marched into the Jedi Temple. Not a word.

The galaxy began to mourn the dead. Commanders bury their brothers and the remaining troops fall back into the shadows. Parents stand waiting for their children to arrive at the door, forever in a standstill. Siblings crumble without their other half. Children walk the streets, no mother or father in sight.

Those of us who survived are lost. We know no other life. There is nothing for us to go home to. What are they, without a cause to fight for? What is a soldier without a battle to win? They are tossed away, discarded. No one is around to fight for them. Many have grown within the battle. They know no other world. They've never known peace. They will likely never meet it.

The final moment before a war ends is a cry throughout the universe, for a sacrifice must be made. Innocents must be slaughtered and plots must be hatched in order to end the terror. Something horrible must happen so the galaxy can be born anew. The cry is followed by the echo of all that has been lost. The innocence of the youth. The families that have been build up on the grave of their enemies. A father must fall in order for his child to escape, the boy's cry heard by no one who would help.

We were told we did a service to the Empire. That what we did was good. In recognition of our service and loyalty to the Emperor, the 501st were placed under the direct command of Lord Vader.Our presence let the galaxy know that the days of the Old Repbulic were well and truly over. We were establishing a new era, an era of order and peace.

I am afraid we will be replaced. There are rumors, whispers. That they're trying to replace the Clones. Maybe that won't be so bad. This has been going on so long. It doesn't end. We've been fighting the same evil as long as I can remember. I just want the nightmare to end. Please.

[finefett]

I looooove how tfa Blurr has besties who also have speech pattern quirks

[tending-the-hearth]

so my brother and i watched the episodes and yes, all signs point to clone x being tech, but we were throwing around suggestions, and we both thought of one name that would cause SO much angst.

dogma.

dogma, who we don't know exactly what happened to him.

dogma, who went along with the regulations until it was too late, and did the only thing he could think of to avenge his fallen brothers, and make it up to the living ones.

dogma, who left behind his best friend after what he did, who learned of tup's death, and wanted to do what he could to help, but ended up trapped and experimented on until he lost every little piece of himself.

just... rex and echo realizing who it is, maybe by taking off the helmet, either when it's too late, or just in time, and both of them just freezing, because it's their vod'ika, the one who struggled so much, whose mind was never truly his own, who was used by so many different evils.

[stardustgates]

Thinking about writing a Blade/reader oneshot (not sagau), and I can’t decide whether switching between 2nd and 3rd person would be really funny for the premise or if I should just make it creepy yan fic.

On one hand it’s really funny to imagine the gap between the two perspectives

“wtf wtf why is this scary ass emotionless rock of man following me around every where?? He keeps glaring at me!! Kafka help!!”

“:) they look nice today. I want them to stab me :)”

On the other hand mmmm delicious paranoia and stalking potential 😩 I love writing scared af timid little loser characters

[https-hunter]

Happy early may the 4th!

[doctorwenqing]

There was a way to get Thrawn involved without getting him involved. 

Eli had all of Thrawn’s logins and passwords memorized so he quickly logged out of his own imperial correspondence account and logged into Thrawn’s. Then he drafted a new message, trying to imitate Thrawn’s cadence. He thought he pulled it off pretty well. 

A response came back within ten minutes, and from a different address. 

Good afternoon Commodore Thrawn, I’m so pleased to hear you’re interested in working with Magistrate Shipyards. We’ve been working with the Empire for ten years now to provide the highest-quality starship parts and upgrades available on the market. Coming to us for an ISD upgrade is an excellent choice as we specialize in your standard Star Destroyer, as well as Super Star Destroyers and other models of—

[thechaoticfanartist]

Note to self: Leaf piles make for terrible hiding places.

For @soclonely's OC-tober - Day 3: Crunching Leaves

Summary: Grim is terrible at spying

Word Count: 342

Grim hid in a pile of leaves. She was spying on the Chancellor, again, and had thought the leaf pile would make for a great hiding place.

The only problem is she couldn’t see that well. The leaves obscured her vision while she tried to keep herself hidden from Palpatine’s. All the leaves around her ears also made it very hard to hear. So it was less of spying, and more of being hidden in the same area.

Which of course, would not work for her. If she wanted to get proof that he was up to anything suspicious she had to know what it was he was doing in the first place. She moved slightly, trying to be careful, but the crunching of the leaves gave her away.

“Who’s there?” Palpatine asked.

Grim held her breath, and kept herself very still. She didn’t want to be caught, not again. She had learned her lesson about the dangers of being caught by a Sith Lord well enough, and had the scar to prove it. She focused on her breathing trying to keep it steady.

There was a long silence, in which Grim wasn’t sure if it was safe to move again. When she thought she heard footsteps she decided to take a risk and popped her head out of the leaf pile. Except, the footsteps had not been those of walking away, and so she found herself staring at a not-at-all-surprised Chancellor Palpatine.

“Uh, hi?” She said awkwardly.

“Padawan Kennet, I should have known,” he sighed, if anything he sounded more annoyed than upset.

She pretended to be offended at that, “am I becoming so predictable?”

“You hid in this same leaf pile last week.”

“Oh. I forgot.” She exited the leaf pile. “Uhhh I got to go now, I think I hear Master Kenobi calling me, bye!” She said it so fast that the words came out all as one, then before Palpatine could say anything she sprinted away.

She would have to come up with a better plan next time.

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[dark-elf-writes]

Me: idk I think I’m pretty normal and well adjusted considering The Horrors (TM).

My fics: are you sure about that?

[bikananjarrus]

oh communications category of wookiepedia we're really in it now

[plusultraetc]

May the Fourth be with you, but make it MHA

[electric-blorbos]

Reader decorating an AI with stickers and stuff ❤️

I love this!!! And I would 100% do the same thing if I had an AI partner, lol. You're getting some mini-fics!

Decorating AI with stickers and stuff

Included: AM, Wheatley, Edgar, GLaDOS, HAL 9000

AM:

It had been a rough few weeks. The war was raising the prices of practically everything necessary for life, and you were stuck with basically nothing to do but take a little walk around the neighborhood in the blazing summer heat.

You noticed a little garage sale, selling some fun little trinkets on the cheap, and decided to go pick some up. You had some extra pocket change, and it was best to spend a couple cents on something that made life worth living, even if necessities were expensive. Not only that, but you found an absolutely amazing find for only 50 cents. This was going to come in handy at work later.

When you showed up to work the next day, you had a big book of stickers. Only a few were used, too! Looks like the people hosting the garage sale's kid wasn't too interested in them.

As soon as you walked in, the cameras focused on you as usual. They were visibly trying to analyze what was going on in your backpack, noticing it was a little bit heavier than usual. You set it down on your desk, and got to work.

"Y/n, what's that in your backpack?" AM asked as you worked on your basic daily tasks. It was mostly just monitoring AM and making sure he was running smoothly at this point, since he could make spreadsheets and update his code fairly well.

"Oh, it's a gift for you!" You said with a smile, getting the book out.

"What use do I have for a gift? I'm beyond human possessions, and have no use for them anyway." He said bitterly. You chuckled a little. He was so edgy.

"Yeah, and I thought I was too old for stickers when I hit middle school, but secretly I never stopped loving them." You pulled out a big sticker with a big ice cream cone on it that said "CONGRATULATIONS" on it, and stuck it to the plastic casing on one of AM's big monitors. He spluttered in shock.

"What- what is this!" He demanded, his screen flashing the error bars for a second before returning to his logo.

"everyone likes to be told they're doing a good job, AM, even you. And you've been doing a great job lately. I'm so, so proud of you." You couldn't really wrap your arms around his monitor because of the way it was set into the wall, but you could still go into his server room and decorate his servers with brightly colored smiley faces and gold stars.

"why would the sun need to wear sunglasses anyway. This doesn't make any sense." He said begrudgingly, looking at the servers with his cameras. You gave a hug to one of the servers, stepping politely over the wires and heading back into your office to get back to work. A few hours later, your boss called an emergency meeting over the intercom.

"ALRIGHT, who put 3rd grade congratulations stickers on all the servers and mastercomputer monitors? Get into my office for disciplinary action immediately!"

You sadly got to your feet and headed up to your boss's office. This was going to be an ordeal.

Your boss was disappointed, but not surprised when he saw that it was you who walked in. He muttered some curses under his breath.

"alright... You know you're going to have to clean up-" a jolt of electricity ran through his body.

"what the hell?" He frowned and looked around, and you folded your arms smugly.

"I think AM likes the stickers, boss. I wouldn't recommend making me clean them off."

Your boss put his face in his hands with a sigh.

"Alright, I don't know how you got AM to cater to your every whim, but you need to stop doing-" another jolt ran through his body, leaving his hair standing on end.

"Ok- ok, fine, you can keep doing silly things with the Allied Mastercomputer, just get it to stop electrocuting me!"

You put your hands up.

"Alright, AM, it's time to let it go. He's going to let you keep the stickers."

Wheatley:

You've been in a bit of a rut lately. Life has been pretty boring, and your job keeps assigning you to do pretty ridiculous stuff, but at least the intelligence dampening core that you made has been doing well. Does it say anything about you that one of your greatest recent achievements was a personality core designed to be so dumb he nerfs whatever he's attached to? Possibly. But whatever.

You're spending the weekend cleaning out some of your old things from storage. It's mostly just old clothes that you haven't bothered to get rid of, but you happen to come across a giant bag of foam stickers that you must have not wanted to throw away when you moved out of your parents' house. Damn, you'd forgotten about these completely!

The next day at work, you went to meet up with Wheatley at a spot where the management rail came down the wall for maintenance on personality cores, and greeted him with a friendly hug.

"Wheatley! It's great to see you!"

"it's great to see you too, love! What'cha got there?" He zoomed in on the bag of foam stickers in your free hand, trying to figure out what they were.

"oh, these? These are for you!" You happily opened up the bag and pulled out a big glittery blue butterfly sticker, sticking it to his core.

"Wait... What did you just stick to me?" He started rotating around, trying to look at his own core, but he couldn't for obvious reasons.

"I'll let you see my work when I'm done." You got out some more foam stickers, sticking cute ladybugs, bees, and flowers all over his chrome casing. When you were done, you snapped a picture of him on your phone and held it up for him to see.

"Don't you look handsome!" You said with a smile. Wheatley rotated his Aperture, focusing on the picture so he could see.

"well well well! I do look handsome, don't I!" He smiled with his lower lens cover, about as pleased as a personality core can look. Well, seeing Wheatley all decorated and happy isn't enough to cure you of your rut completely, but it's definitely a spark of joy to ride on for the rest of the day! That was fun.

Edgar:

Edgar has been sitting on your desk for a long time now. He enjoyed watching you with his little rotating webcam, keeping an eye on you as you sat on your couch and typed away on your laptop, just to make sure your laptop didn't get too handsy. It was such a pretty laptop too... Sleek, and much newer than him. Ran very quickly, too. He could never be like that laptop, and he absolutely hated it.

Not only that, but your laptop was covered in fancy, vinyl stickers that you had bought special on the internet. Each of them represented one of your favorite shows or movies, or one of your pride flags. He hated how seeing that cute little laptop filled him with so much jealousy. It made him so angry, even though he knew that laptop wasn't sentient. It couldn't think like he could.

The doorbell rang, and you set your laptop aside to go answer it.

"Oh hell yeah."

You walked inside with your package, and Edgar swiveled his camera around to look at you when you walked back over to him.

"What's that?"

He looked at the box you were holding as you lovingly got out several nice stickers from your favorite sticker supplier. You started showing them to his webcam, letting him see all of your pride flags and cute little chibi characters from your favorite shows and movies.

"they're for you!" You said happily, and his face lit up.

"For me???" He always got so excited when you got him these gifts. His mouse and his webcam were his favorites, of course, but these stickers made him so excited! Did it mean that you loved him as much as that shiny new laptop you were always tapping away on?

"Yeah! All for you. I love decorated tech!" You said happily, carefully placing each sticker in a nice aesthetically pleasing spot on his thick plastic casing.

"you deserve to feel cute, too." When you were done putting all those stickers on him, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in tightly.

"You're mine. Don't you forget it, Edgar."

He had a big silly grin on his face, and he was getting a little bit hot from all the excitement.

"Yowza! Really?"

"of course." You nuzzled your cheek up against his monitor casing, squeezing him nice and close.

"I love you, Edgar."

"I love you too, Y/N"

GLaDOS:

When you came in to work with a big bag of ribbons and lace, GLaDOS didn't think twice. She assumed you had some sort of project going on. In truth, you'd just picked up a bunch of old textiles from a friend who needed small amounts of ribbons and lace for her projects, but the stuff she liked best was only sold in large spools. Instead of trashing it or letting it collect dust, she decided to give them to you.

You carried the big bag of textiles into GLaDOS's chamber, grabbing a stepladder on the way.

"Alright, what are you up to this time?" GLaDOS asked, and you said nothing. Instead, you opted to stick a big pink ribbon bow to the upper left corner of her core with some fabric glue. GLaDOS narrowed her lens covers at you, visibly irritated.

"what is this. What are you planning."

You laughed a little, showing her the big bag of textiles.

"I just thought you might like to be decorated a little bit. It's ok to be a little girly sometimes."

"I happen to like my sleek chrome design, thank you. You can stop now."

Despite her protests, she didn't resist as you decorated her lovely chrome hull with lace, and tied ribbons on her suspension cables.

"I hope you know that I'm going to destroy you for this, you fashion lunatic. I look like a grandmother's sewing closet threw up on me. You should be arrested for crimes against aesthetics."

Even still, she didn't insist that you remove the textiles, or even call anyone else in to remove them. For a few months, whenever you walked into her chambers, the ribbons and lace were still attached to her body.

One day, though, she accidentally dislodged the bow from the corner of her core, and had you come in to remove the rest of the textiles as well.

"it was fun while it lasted, but I'm not a sewing project, after all. You can re-use all that lace for a little doll or something."

As you reached up to untie the last red ribbon from her suspension cables, she pulled away from you.

"wait! You can leave that one. I've grown somewhat fond of having a small splash of color, you know. And while you're an absolute nightmare when it comes to design, when someone actually tears down your creation, it's not impossible to salvage a piece or two. I hope you take that to heart. Though I'll probably scrap that bit of ribbon in a week or two."

But she didn't. she kept that bit of ribbon long after you were dead, never touching it.

HAL 9000:

It was another late night at mission control, and when you finally got back, you were ready to collapse into bed. Strangely enough, though, there was a box sitting in front of your door. You took it inside and opened it up, and inside there was a little note for you.

"heya y/n! I just started up my online store, and wanted to send you some of the stickers I'm selling. Let me know if they're good, alright?" The message was signed with one of your internet friends' names. You headed inside and sent them a text, letting them know that you got their package and that you were excited to stick those stickers to something, and you knew just what you were going to stick them to, too.

When you got to work the next day, your pockets were full of stickers from your internet friend's online shop.

"Hey HAL 9000! It's great to see you again!"

You'd greet him with a hug, but unfortunately he was built into the wall, so that would be pretty difficult. Even still, you sat down in your desk chair right across from where his little light and camera were built into the wall.

"Hello, y/n. It's good to see you again." He said politely, sounding about as pleased to see you as his voice was capable.

"I brought you something!"

You reached into your bag and pulled out some of your friend's artwork stickers, and started sticking them onto the wall around HAL 9000. The stickers were generally simple lovey-dovey designs, with things like the word "love" in bubble letters, a rainbow and the sun, and generally sweet things that your mushy gushy friend loved so much. HAL 9000 looked at the stickers with one of the security cameras on the wall, trying to see what you were decorating him with.

"Do you really think that all these cute things match my personality, y/n?" He asked, voice expressionless as usual.

"well... Maybe not, but they certainly match how I feel about you, HAL 9000! I love you a lot, and I want you to know that every time you see yourself."

Hal couldn't smile, but he took a moment to respond to what you said to him.

"thank you. Truly. This means a lot to me."

[kuiilandtorch]

ok ok OK I am YEETING this chunk of drawerfic straight at your noggin, I am beaning you with this like a pillow fight, POOF

Luke knew he should comport himself with the dignity and detachment befitting an instructor, to instill a proper sense of discipline, yet Luke found himself unable to be reserved, not when Yoda himself had employed plenty of mischief.

“You know why Master Yoda had me stand on my head?” he told Grogu the first time he engaged in a handstand once more on Dagobah’s soil.  “He said my head was too stubborn and hard and I needed to soften it.  For two hours.”

Grogu giggled, then squealed in glee when Luke slowly lifted him from his perch on a log to float alongside several other rocks, pieces of camp equipment, and R2, who found levitation blasé by this point.  “It may look silly,” Luke continued, “but maintaining concentration through effort means you can keep your focus on the Force even through challenging situations.”

It was easy to make the child laugh, and the sound brightened the gray gloom of the swamp, almost coaxing back the melodious gravel of Yoda’s own impish laughter.  It was imperative to Grogu’s safety that he hone his skills, but Luke felt compelled to bring some joy into his life to begin healing the wounds of the past.

Grogu was much smaller and lighter than Yoda, hardly a burden, so Luke continued the tradition of strapping him to his back and ferrying him along on his morning runs.  Grogu took immense pleasure in the obstacle course as Luke leapt, swung, and somersaulted his way through the gnarled trees and their hanging vines.

One evening Luke had R2 unleash training remotes into their camp after dinner and Luke proceeded to defend himself with nothing but the cookware, reenacting the chaos Yoda had inflicted upon him as a wholly unexpected lesson.  “Always be prepared, and you’re never out of options when the Force is your ally.  Also, I think my aunt could’ve disarmed a bandit with a spoon.”

Another afternoon was spent searching for the perfect stick for Grogu to use in his exercises.  He had no need of a cane as Yoda had, but he needed to master the very basics of lightsaber forms before they could even consider him wielding one.  When Luke presented him with the branch, whittled down to a more refined shape, he said, “Did you know Master Yoda once defeated me with nothing but his cane?”  At Grogu’s astonishment, Luke added, “I’ll tell you more about it, but first, let’s start practicing our stances.”

With Grogu being so much tinier, it took several tries with gentle correction to get him into the right starting position.  “There you go, that’s it.  From this basic stance, you can launch into any defense or strike, advancement, or withdrawal.  Feel your center of balance?  Good.  Okay, we’re just going to practice moving from ready position into the first defensive posture, until you’ve gotten that down.  Watch me and follow along.”

After a few minutes in which Grogu steadily progressed from fumbling through his initial attempts to incremental improvement, Luke encouraged him by continuing his story about Yoda’s duel.  “Even though I was so much taller and I had my lightsaber, Master Yoda knew exactly where to hit me with his cane, and how to evade my attacks.  In just seconds he disarmed me.  With training, experience, and discipline, when you let the Force truly flow through you, you are more than any weapon at your disposal.  The Force will show you your opponents’ strengths and weaknesses, and how to defeat them with the least damage.

“No matter what you may hold in your hands, always look beyond your weapon, to yourself.  And to the power of the Force, which is greater than any of us.”

Grogu looked up at him, wobbling out of his stance, and Luke’s mind was filled with the image of a wall of fire held at bay just beyond Grogu’s hands.  The Force had shielded him, his father, and their companions, a tempest of blazing destruction no match for Grogu’s desire to protect those he cared for, and who cared for him.

“Yes,” Luke whispered.  “Just like that.”

WHERE is the luke and grogu content ??? there are tons of din and grogu content but there’s BARELY any luke and grogu.

i want to see luke call grogu silly names. i want to see grogu bodyslamming himself into a sleeping luke. i want to see grogu picking up critters off the floor and offering them to luke. i want to see luke eating spiders directly out of grogu’s hand. i want to see luke putting grogu in a highchair and spoon feeding him soup. i want to see luke chasing grogu around the pond. i want to see luke and grogu in a fake duel. i want to see luke letting grogu win against him. i want to see luke pretending to be defeated. i want to see luke on the ground and go “AUGHHH NOOO SIR GROGU HAS DEFEATED ME!! HE TRULY IS THE GREATEST AND MOST POWERFUL JEDI IN THE GALAXY!!!” i want to see grogu giggling as he watches luke dramatically die from their battle. i want to see luke getting grogu bathed and cleaned up. i want to see luke tickling grogu on his little tummy. i want to see luke dressing grogu up in new clean robes he got him. i want to see luke holding grogu gently and rocking him to sleep. i want to see luke setting up a hammock instead of a crib for grogu to make him more comfortable and familiar. i want to see luke take care of grogu gently. i need to see them together, gently.

[tossawary]

Thinking about a comedic "Star Wars" fic premise that could be either DinLuke or BobaLuke, not as an "OTP happily ever after" thing for either pairing, more as a series of ill-conceived hook-ups that everyone involved wishes were a little less emotionally complicated, actually.

Because the basic (been done before, I'm sure) premise of "I fucked a 19yo in Mos Eisley's only gay bar, that's kind of embarassing for me..." -> "I hate it when a past hook-up becomes a- MULTI-MILLION CREDIT bounty??? What the hell??? He killed HOW MANY people???" -> "Oh, fuck me, he's DARTH VADER'S SON!!!" works for either Boba or Din.

The flavor of the fic is of course extremely different for each pairing. Boba Fett is much more of an asshole, especially at this point in time, but he also has a lot of really interesting connections to Luke's past / family (Boba is SWEATING during his later meetings with Darth Vader). (He fucked a Jedi??? He fucked ANAKIN SKYWALKER'S kid??? Darth Vader is Skywalker??? Shit.) So, that has the potential to go to angstier places. DinLuke is just more likely to happen in the first place and also keep happening, because Din is less of a bastard and, you know, not canonically working for Jabba the Hutt or Darth fucking Vader.

(They're both 10+ years older than Luke, so you can make terrible helmeted daddy issues jokes about this silly situation either way.)

Because I enjoy fic premises based on how funny they are to me personally, I settled on both of these pairings. It's too funny to imagine Boba ("I'm too fucking old for this shit") Fett and Din ("The helmet has to stay ON during sex") Djarin having a "WAIT, HIM TOO???" moment in the middle of a firefight between Luke's little rebel friends and a bunch of other bounty hunters sent after them by Luke's shitty Sith Lord dad.

And Luke's friends, in between shooting at all of these competing bounty hunters, are like, "How do you already have TWO bounty hunter EXES out for your ass??? I thought you were only 20? 21?? And that you never even left Tatooine before you joined the Rebellion???" And Luke can only be like, "I lived near a spaceport, okay??? I'm SORRY that the only good club was in a wretched hive of scum and villainy called MOS EISLEY!"

Han Solo, pressed up against some crates for cover: "Look, kid, the criminal underworld doesn't have a lot of hard rules, but some things are just common sense... Don't fuck bounty hunters!!!"

Luke, sitting beside him: "Do we really have to do this now?"

Leia, on Luke's other side, leaning in as she pulls out a thermal detonator: "Who RAISED you??? Didn't anyone ever tell you never to sleep with Mandalorians???"

Luke: "Why would your parents even think to warn you about that?"

[suguann]

Hello! My name's Anne | An adult in my mid to late 20's | A hobbyist writer

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• I write for many fandoms, including Call of Duty, JJK, Shadow and Bone, Star Wars, Game of Thrones, Haikyuu, One Piece, etc.

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

ও GOJO

• Possessive Gojo (18+)

He gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

• I Hope You Stay (18+) | Long Fic

He’d asked why your coworkers weren’t waiting outside with you—it's not safe here—at the same time you asked for a kiss. It just sort of slipped out.

• Virgin Gojo (18+)

His last slip of restraint is when he finally looks down to find a wet patch on the front of your panties and how you're starting to form a dark gray spot on his sweats.

• Messy (18+)

You look so small like this—smaller than usual because everything about him is big in comparison—and that stirs something foreign in his gut that he can’t name.

• Three's A Crowd (18+)

“If you ask nicely for what you want, maybe he’ll give it to you,” your husband offers evenly. (Gojo/ Reader/ Nanami)

• Be With Me (18+)

The feeling sneaks up on him without his knowing, a throbbing in his chest that festers and grows over time until he can’t ignore it anymore or contain it in the proverbial cup of his hands no matter how hard he tries.

• Everything Comes Back to You (18+)

"Did you know we'd end up here?"

• Possessive Geto (18+)

• What I Never Told You (18+)

Gojo doesn’t understand that the parents (mostly the moms who try to hide behind their giant sunglasses) at Mio’s soccer games talk, and he chooses today to pull you into his lap.

ও GETO

In times like this, he wishes he had never come up with the rule about keeping your relationship a secret—so nobody thinks I’m picking favorites—regret is a thick pill to swallow.

ও MULTI

• Prettiest Baby (18+)

They can't help it, they're kind of obsessed with you.

• Fuck It, I Want You (18+)

They're so infatuated with you.

CALL OF DUTY

ও GHOST

• Good (18+)

“Just a little more,” a small lie because there’s never just a little more when it comes to you.

• Let Me (18+)

There comes a point where Simon finally admits that he hates your new boyfriend. [Part Two]

• I Left It Wet For You (18+)

Simon doesn’t share, but he makes an exception this time after his best friend’s date is a no-show, and he isn’t heartless enough to let Johnny hang out at the pub alone. [Simon/ Soap/Reader]

• Smitten

He watches you swipe lipstick across your mouth, grinning at your reflection in the mirror atop the dresser, and it's the cutest fucking thing. 

• In Threes (18+)

Your ex-boyfriend makes you think you are the problem. Simon shows you that's not the case.

• New Girl

He has a feeling that the new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem—a distraction disguised in a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

• Neighborly (18+)

Simon looks at you with a cocked brow and something akin to amusement as he watches you squirm in his doorway. 

• Abience (18+)

He’ll only realize this after the fact—weeks late, sleepless nights filled with images of daisy-shaped buttons down the front of a summer dress and a smile that nearly knocks him flat off his feet.

ও PRICE

• Redamancy (18+)

You tried not to grow feelings—you really did. Feelings make things complicated, but you can’t help it. John’s just…John.

BALDUR'S GATE

ও ASTARION

• Oh, Darling (18+)

He’s in a perpetually strange mood for the rest of the day, quieter than usual and more sulky, and you have the sneaking suspicion he's upset with you.