#specify if you want cody

[flyiingsly]

Interesting

Pairing : Crosshair x f!jedi!reader

Prompt : “What is going on inside your head ?”

Warnings : NSFW!!, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it irl), p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving)

Wordcount : 3,3k

Summary : You and Crosshair are send on an infiltration mission together, far away from the Batch and just the two of you for a couple days. The perfect opportunity to finally get closer to him without being caught by any witnesses.

A/N : Behold ! Here is my submission for the @cloneficgiftexchange ! I was assigned to @skellymom, and let me tell you, it was the perfect opportunity to finally write smut ! 😄

I wanted something spicy for Crosshair with that prompt, and it’s my first ever time with smut, so I really hope that it turned out okay and that you'll enjoy reading it as much as I had fun writing it ! (Not gonna lie, it was harder to write than I thought, it was a big challenge for me, and I'm very nervous about posting it, but I’m so happy that I was able to finish it !)

Enjoy 💜

“Kriff, there’s only one bed ...” you let out with shock as soon as you entered the room, instantly stopping in your tracks.

You didn’t even realize how funny you sounded at the moment.

“Of course there’s only one bed, you didn’t specify that we needed two !” a mocking voice rose behind you, instantly making you unfreeze.

“You didn’t either !” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes and heading toward the nearest light switch.

He didn’t answer anything, but you still caught the sight of a grin growing on his face as he closed the door.

The evening had been long, and very special, too. You were currently on an undercover mission, sent by Commander Cody to infiltrate a bar owned by someone suspected to be at the head of an arms trafficking that was, apparently, supplying by stealing their weapons directly into the GAR armories, with the help of a mole.

It was a very big deal both for the Jedi Council and the GAR, and it needed to be stopped as soon as possible.

This is how you were assigned to that unusual task. And since you had worked with the Batch on a lot of missions already, and that the Jedi Council didn’t want you to go alone on a Separatist ruled planet, Cody asked them for a little help. And of course, they agreed.

It was decided that only one of them would come with you at the bar, and that you’ll use the civilian space transport to reach your destination. The air traffic was very restricted and monitored there, you just couldn’t show yourself with the Marauder or any other military ship. 

The cover was perfect : a young couple of humans from Coruscant on vacation, here to attend a local music festival hosted in a nearby city in a few days, who decided to stop at a bar in the city they landed in and have some fun before traveling toward their final destination. 

The yearly event was known to attract waves of foreigners, so your presence wasn’t going to seem suspicious.

How did Crosshair ended up being the one accompanying you when it could have been any of the others ?

Well, he volunteered.

“Oh kriff !” you grumbled again as the light bulb instantly fried when you pushed the switch, the room filling with a sudden and violent flash of light for a brief second before returning to darkness.

“Well …” you nervously chuckled, “That night is gonna be interesting !”

The curtains were still open, and the public lighting on the outside was bathing the room in some sort of weird, dimed and gloomy atmosphere. It was enough for you to still be able to distinguish the furniture and to locate a little bed table and the lamp settled on it.

“Here we are …” you proudly burst as you successfully turn it on, the bulb staying intact this time. 

You let out a long and relieved sigh as your gaze fell onto the window and the view of the city. This place wasn’t that different from Coruscant, you thought.

You finally were starting to relax after a whole evening on your guards, scanning and examining every person around you, trying to catch a glimpse of every conversation and every detail that could have possibly led you to the precious intel you were searching for.

Stealth and observation were part of your most developed abilities, and you were a good actor, so fitting in wasn’t that hard. Your wandering eyes and ears did the rest of the job.

And what they were able to catch was, indeed, going to be very useful for the next step of your inquiry.

You weren’t really trusting Crosshair’s capacities to play pretend at first. But despite your apprehensions, he unexpectedly proved himself to be very good at acting as your boyfriend. Way too good maybe. 

Before you could even make any move toward the window to get a closer look at the surroundings, you felt a presence standing right behind you. The sensation made you freeze on the spot, unable to move anymore.

“What do you mean, the night is gonna be interesting ?” his deep voice nearly caused you to jump.

You weren’t expecting him to be that close right now. You were so focused on that damn window that you didn’t notice how quickly and swiftly he had moved.

Where were your stupid jedi reflexes when you needed them ?

“Depends on how you interpret it.” you answered with a sly smile.

It’s been this way for the whole evening, throwing dirty or sarcastic remarks at each other. It was perfectly in character then, and not that much of acting : you were close friends and scoffing at each other was an integral part of your communication.

But this time, it felt different.

Your instinct was telling you that something was about to happen, but you were trying your best not to think about it.

Not to fantasize about it.

A light chuckle escaped his mouth, and you suddenly couldn’t get your eyes off of his lips.

"What is going on inside your head, General ?" He asked with a mischievous grin.

You couldn't resist it anymore, you’ve been trying your best not to stare at him for too long since you arrived at the bar, and for months before that mission, in fact. 

And you were doing just fine until then, but that damn smile broke your last string of self control.

"Plenty of things actually, do you want me to show you ?" You let out, before you could even think about the consequences of your words.

Then your little playful smile suddenly fades away as a wave of embarrassment hit you.

“No, I’m sorry, that’s not … I wasn’t expecting it to sound that …” 

“… Sincere ?” he interrupted you.

You were suddenly feeling so self-conscious that you lowered your head, the heat violently raising to your cheeks, trying to focus so hard on the floor that you barely noticed him coming even closer.

“I’m so sorry …” you muttered, “I took the joke too far, I shouldn’t have said that …”

“Why for ?”

“I’m your superior …”

“Oh, cut it out, please …” his tone was firm, but softer than usual, “All I want to know is if you really had something on your mind or not.”

You slowly raised your head to meet his eyes again. They were burning with lust now.

“Yes …” you breathed out, “I may have a way too precise idea of how that night was going to end …” 

You stopped. The sound of your heart beating faster than ever was ringing through your ears now, but you still felt it skip a bit when the sniper leaned toward you until his nose was nearly brushing against yours.

“Show me, then.”

He didn’t need to ask twice, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him anymore anyway. 

With trembling fingers, you reached for his face, cupping it gently, finally finding enough courage to kiss those lips you had been craving to feel on yours for so long. 

It was shy and hesitant at first, but it didn’t take long before he answered it, giving you a pleasant rush of self-confidence as his hands fell on your hips, pulling your body against his. 

Your legs became weak and the world seemed to start spinning around you, but you definitely lost it when, as he deepened the kiss, his hands slipped from your hips to your butt, grabbing it firmly. 

The unexpected touch sent a wave of heat and excitation through your body, and for a moment, you thought that your pussy was about to melt. 

“You’re so beautiful …” you heard him whisper in your ear in a deeper, lower voice than usual.

It was too much for you to bear, and your impatient hands reached for his pants and belt, starting to unfasten it as you pushed him against the nearest wall. You were blessing the fact that he wasn't wearing his armor right now.

“I didn’t know that you were that skilled with your hands.” he quipped, he was still grinding, and his words suddenly sounded like a challenge.

You didn’t answer anything, but instead let your fingers slip into his pants, softly caressing him through his underwear at first, your lips reaching for his neck and planting small pecks on it. He was nearly fully hard already, and you couldn’t help but bite your lips at the thought, suddenly craving to feel his cock sliding inside of you.

A gasp escaped his mouth and his grip on you became tighter, one of his hands starting to roam under your shirt until it landed on your chest, massaging your breast through your bra.

But you stop him in his tracks to take down both his pants and underwear. The fabric fell on the floor with a muffled crumpling, finally allowing you free access to his crotch. 

His whole body shivered when your fingers started to brush over his bare skin, softly caressing his hips and his balls, before wrapping them around his length and beginning to stroke it gently. 

“Maker … “ he exhaled, “you have now idea how long I have been wanting you to touch me …”

The words made your pussy throb under your skirt. So it wasn’t your brain playing tricks on you after all, those lingering glances that he kept throwing at you really meant what you thought it was.

“I guess I understand why you volunteered for that mission now.”

He answered you with his lips crashing against yours again, but the kiss was angrier this time. When you broke it, you started to go down on him, still stroking him.

You heard a faint moan escape his as your mouth took the tip of his erection in, your lips gently wrapping and slowly moving back and forth around it, one of your hands following the same gesture and the other settling on his back end.

His skin was soft and warm under your tongue, and as you were shoving his length deeper and deeper into your throat, you heard his breath become more and more intense and loud.

Even if your eyes were closed, you could feel the weight of his intense stare upon you. You knew that you were being watched, but you knew that you were having complete power over him as well right now, and it felt immensely satisfying.

Pleasure was making his hips shake, and as you were increasing your pace, his fingers ran through your hair, firmly taking a hold on them. 

"St ... Stop ..." you suddenly heard him mutter, panting.

You immediately paused, raising your head toward him with a worried look.

"You okay ? What's wrong ?" You asked, your brows furrowing in concern.

"No, it's good, too good ... But now it's my time to show you something” he smirked, his hand reaching for yours, unwrapping it from his length and tucking on it to signify you to stand up. 

His eyes were glowing with desire, and as soon as you were up on your feet, he dragged you along toward the bed, and in a matter of seconds, you were laying on your back on the mattress with him towering you.

Your heart skipped a bit when you saw him removing his shirt, revealing the other half of his body.

“Like what you see ?” he smugly asked with a bragging expression on his face.

“You have no idea …” you let out, hungrily staring at him.

With an amused chuckle, he leaned over you to get rid of your own shirt and your bra as well, sending them flying across the room.

Now it was his turn to play, and he wanted to take his time with you.

His hands landed on your breast as he kissed you needily, the tips of his lean fingers playing with your nipples, rubbing them delicately.

You let out a moan against his lips, and your hands started to wander on his back, pressing him against you. 

Then it was your skirt’s turn to be removed as he began to go down your body, leaving a trail of small kisses behind him. The caress of his lips on your exposed body sent little shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but start panting in anticipation.

It wasn't happening so often, but your patience was running thin as your excitation grew stronger. Your whole body was craving for his touch, and he knew it. 

He must have been so proud of himself right now.

You clenched your teeth when he pulled out your panties, making it slip along your legs before spreading them open.

He started by planting kisses all over your hips, then your tights, his lips brushing against your skin between each one, while his fingers were working their way to your inner thighs, starting to massage your clit carefully.

“So wet for me already …” he purred, his voice always sounded attractive to you, but in this context and with this satisfied tone, it was driving you crazy.

His mouth finally found your pussy, kissing it just like the rest of your body at first, before his tongue started to draw little circles on it. The pressure of his hands clasped around your tights, securing them in position with a firm grasp was just as arousing, and you absentmindedly grabbed his wrist, your back arching as the movements of his tongue were sending little waves of pleasure through down your spine.

When it suddenly hit the perfect spot, your body twitched, your grip on his wrist tightened, and you couldn’t retain a loud groan. As the touch of his tongue became more insistent and stronger on that spot, he let go of one of your tight, breaking free of the embrace of your hand to caress your entrance with the tips of his fingers.

Another loud moan escaped from your mouth when he slid one inside of you, then another, curling them and making small back and forth gestures.

“Please …” you whimpered, “Please, stop playing with me like that …”

You were breathless, and as much as he liked to tease you, his own horniness was becoming hard to contain as well. 

Your eyes followed him as move out from between your legs to crawl over you, the light of the little bed lamp bathing his slim body in a warm halo and making his silver hair shine. 

Now that you were finally allowing yourself and taking your time to stare at him, you couldn’t help but find him looking even more handsome than you already thought.

He stopped atop of you, sitting on his elbows, his lips still wet with your arousal angrily kissing you. You answered the kiss as passionately, opening your mouth to press your tongue against his, your fingers losing themselves in his hair.

“Are you sure this is what you really want, General ?”

The way he called you “General” sounded so dirty that it just made your brain melt. You were a mess right now, and military ranks weren’t meaning anything anymore to you at that moment, the only thing that you needed was to have him fuck the hell out of you.

“Yes, please !” you beg him.

“As you wish …” he whispered in your ear before getting up on his knees and grabbing your hips.

You didn’t resist him when he rolled you on your stomach and spread your legs open once again, raising your ass and arching your back to give him full access to your entrance. You let out a gasp of relief when the tip of his erection pressed against it, easily sliding in with how wet you were, while one of his hands was playing with your nipples.

He started to slowly move into you, diving as deep into your pussy as possible with every thrust, burying his face in the crook of your neck, covering it with kisses that quickly turned into bites.

Soon, his pace was increasing, and your legs retracted to your back, your toes curling as you were leaning against him, adjusting the movement of your body to match his.

The feeling of his hot and quick breath hitting your skin made you want to kiss him so badly that you lifted up your head, begging for his lips with pleading eyes.

They crashed against yours more violently than expected, nearly making your teeth clash, and you felt the embrace of one his arm tightening around your chest, pressing your back strongly against his.

Suddenly, his other arm slid under your body, his hand reaching for your clit and his fingers starting to massage it.

“Crosshair …” you breathed out at the unexpected sensation.

He was in complete control of your body now, and to hear you moan his name was so thrilling that his pace accelerated even more and his movement became rougher, causing his hips to smack against your butt with loud thuds.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his finger rubbing your clit and the heat that was growing between your legs as he thrusted faster and faster into you, until a massive wave of pleasure hit you, sending a violent shudder through you, your whole body contracting and freezing for a second.

You were the first to come, but he was right behind you, already on the verge of his own orgasm when the sudden contraction of your walls around his cock and your loud moans finally triggered it. 

He let out a groan, his head falling on your shoulder and his face burying in the crook of your neck, his embrace around you tightening one last time before his arms started to relax.

It was so intense that your vision was a bit blurry and tingling. It left you both panting, trembling and sweaty, with your legs entangled and your skins burning hot. He kept his face pressed against you for a moment, then slowly raised it to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

You stayed that way for a couple more times, allowing your breaths to return to its normal pace and the beating of your hearts to slow down, before breaking the embrace.

“Was this supposed to be part of the mission as well ?” he teased you, as soon as he was laying next to you.

“Well, not really, but I guess it’s a bit too late to ask Cody about it now … He didn't gave us any limits after, as long as the cover is credible ...”

The remark and your mischievous expression sparked a smile on his face, but for once, it wasn’t one of his usual malicious grins, it was a real, soft and sincere smile. His eyes were riveted to you, admiring you. It was the first time that he was looking at you from that close, and you couldn’t help but blush under his eyes.

“What do you think about taking a shower before going to sleep, hu ?” 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t say no !” you chuckle with embarrassment when you noticed that the bed sheets were sticking to your belly as you tried to get up.

***

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing that came to your still sleepy mind was the comforting sensation of Crosshair’s body cuddled against yours, his head rested on your chest and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, the warmth of his skin pleasantly enveloping you.

It felt like the whole previous night was a dream at first, but then the first thing that he did when opening his eyes was to gently caress your hair and press a long kiss on your forehead, taking you back to reality.

“Hello, Mesh’la …” he mumbled with a soft smile playing on his lips.

You were right, that night was, indeed, very interesting, and the next couple days promised to be as well.

[ddesertmoon]

Star Wars Fic Recs Feat. Time Travel

I think this is my favorite Star Wars trope… maybe just because sw is a tragedy and i want the characters to be happy.. maybe because I’m a sucker for the “reveal moment”… i don’t know.

Hopefully you all enjoy these as well!

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(All fics are Gen unless otherwise specified!)

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Back From the Future: Episode VI The Clone Wars by Ariel_Sojourner

“In which Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader travel back in time together to the Clone Wars era, have amazing adventures, and save the galaxy.”

Basically, Luke and Vader time travel and take over a clone battalion to change the major battles of the war. This is. A masterpiece. It’s insane. It feels like an actual, published story when you read it. It is told in a nonlinear way, so if you’re not into that, you probably won’t enjoy this. But I promise it’s one of the greatest fanfictions I’ve ever read, and there’s a reason it’s first on this list.

(Padme/Anakin and Obi-Wan/Satine, though neither ship is a focal point of the story)

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there but for the grace of god by wanderlove

“There’s nothing particularly remarkable about Sullust.

Well, except for Obi-Wan’s time-traveling son. But, you know. Apart from that.”

I LOVE this fic. Young Luke is sent into the clone wars, and since he’s been raised by Obi-Wan on Tatooine, everyone assumes that he’s Obi’s kid. His appearance changes everything by causing the people around him to reveal deep secrets that would otherwise have led to the fall of the Jedi.

(Padme/Anakin and referenced Obi-Wan/Satine)

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Old Masters, New Tricks by soft_but_gremlin

“Sixteen-year-old Obi-Wan Kenobi finds himself on Lothal in the middle of the Imperial Era. He has no idea why he's here or what all these white-clad troopers are for, but after a rocky start with a little Mandalorian, he finds out that his friend Luminara is in trouble and vows to rescue her.

Sabine Wren has no idea what this other Mandalorian is doing on Lothal, but he looks just like former rebel Korkie Kryze and he's got lightsabers on his belt. He's either going to be a fierce but foolish ally, or the Empire's paying bounty hunters to track down Jedi.”

One of the few SW fics I’ve read where characters are sent FORWARD in time! This one is really great, and I reread it all the time. The heartache Obi-Wan feels when he remembers that all his friends are dead and the heartache KANAN feels when Obi-Wan does something that reminds him of the Jedi…. Amazing.

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Free Jedi to Good Home by soft_but_gremlin

“Jango Fett expected several things from this hunt on Galidraan. Three hypothermic Jedi children stumbling into his camp was not one of those things.”

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka (and maybe a few others, later on 👀) are sent back in time to change the outcome of the massacre at Galidraan. This one is REALLY great and I especially love the sequel (which is currently unfinished but very suspenseful and exciting)

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The Making of Mavericks by AppoApples

“Master Obi-Wan Kenobi couldn't let her just walk out into the galaxy without a lifeline. With Commander Cody and Captain Rex at his side, Obi-Wan tries to give Ahsoka some well meant advice. But the Force was listening and decided these four souls needed to blaze a better path. With all that has happened to them, waking up twenty-five years in the past shouldn't be a big deal, right?”

Time travel with Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, AND Cody! FOUR people. Crazy. The classic “Obi-Wan is sent back to his childhood to change things before Anakin ever enters the picture” fic. It greatly surpassed my expectations for a time travel fic though! One of the best for sure.

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Legacy by myrlendi (thehistorygeek)

“Three months after the Battle of Endor, Luke Skywalker goes in search of a rumoured Jedi temple in a secluded part of the Mid Rim. He finds within the temple nothing but a strange artifact, which unexpectedly brings him much closer to the Jedi of old than he ever thought he would be.

When Luke fails to return from his mission, Leia goes after him, retracing his steps to the ancient temple — and to the past, to the time of the Clone Wars and the waning years of the Old Republic. Under suspicion by the Jedi Order, the twins struggle to find a way back to their own time while trying to keep their knowledge of the future from affecting the past.”

Okay, time travel with Luke Skywalker is great (one of my favorite things!), but time travel with Luke AND Leia??? Perfect. I love when she’s included.. it usually leads to some very interesting interactions between her and Anakin.

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Luminous We Are by AppoApples

“Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is filled with regrets when the Padawan he chooses is assigned to Anakin. When he discovers that it was Yoda's meddling that had prevented him from being a Padawan in his own youth, the betrayal runs deep. Wondering what could have been, a trick of the Force throws him back in time, where he learns to put his trust in the Force, not the High Council.

Redemption of Qui-Gon Jinn had he not been forced to take a Padawan before he was ready, and where the Order learns to take another course that put quite a wrench in the Sith plans. Start of the Clone Wars to 44BBY AU of the Apprentice books. Cheeky Obi-Wan and Mandalorian shenanigans.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi being adopted by Mandalorians is QUITE a popular trope in this fandom for some reason… I think it’s actually a tag on Ao3 now (don’t quote me on that). Anyway, this fic is one of the few where the time traveler is unable to rely on (very much of) their knowledge from the future.

(Obi-Wan/Quinlan)

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The Kenobi Scandal by AppoApples

“One moment they are speeding on their way to Mos Eisley, only to be hit by a Force instigated sandstorm, and the next thing Ben Kenobi knows is he wearing his old armour with the Jedi insignia and Luke can't find the droids. What's a Jedi to do when he finds himself back before the fall of the Republic? Come up with a cover story more scandalous than time travel: ‘Luke, this is Anakin Skywalker. Anakin, this is my son, Luke Kenobi.’”

Amazing! I really like when we see the potential Luke has with some formal Jedi training. And although there is a cover story for Luke’s (and Obi-Wan’s, technically) time travel, there are still some lovely emotional outbursts :)

(Obi-Wan/Satine and Luke/Ahsoka)

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Gone Are The Days by theycallmesuperboy

“While investigating an ancient Jedi distress signal in the Outer Rim, Luke Skywalker and Wedge Antilles are mysteriously sent back in time to the last days of the Republic, and stranded on Naboo, meeting two people Luke could only have ever dreamed of meeting: his parents.

Only, due to Luke's "quick thinking," the two are lead to believe that Luke and Wedge are just like them: a secretly married couple, due to Luke's status as a Jedi.”

Luke gets an opportunity to really get to know his dead parents, and Wedge gets to kiss Luke. I’m a sucker for the fake dating trope lmao, and combined with time travel? Zoo wee mama!

(Luke/Wedge and Padme/Anakin)

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Significant Brain Damage by AppoApples

“Luke Skywalker finds himself in the past as Anakin Skywalker. Obi-Wan finds himself retraining his old apprentice who has permanent amnesia while also taking on Anakin's Padawan, being a General, a Council member -during a Galactic Civil War, and fighting for a Republic he's beginning to lose faith in. Clone Wars, no paradox, no easy fix it.”

I love this one so much. Luke has to kind of pretend to be Anakin.. but everyone around him just thinks he’s had some amnesia and a major personality change. I LIVE for the “why is Anakin so much nicer now” moments.

(Padme/Sabe and Obi-Wan/Satine)

Also you may notice that this is the FOURTH fic by AppoApples on this list… I love their ideas so much.

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May Death Find You Alive by Must_Be_Thursday

“Anakin finds himself trapped in a nightmare, reliving the same day. He tries. He tries to change things, but it always ends the same.

With a broken bond and a dead best friend.

He's not sure how many times he'll be able to watch the life leave Obi-Wan before he loses his mind.”

Let’s switch it up! Groundhog Day style time loops are always fun, and this one saves the universe! So yay! Fr though, Anakin learns to trust Obi-Wan and it changes everything.

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The More I Live The More I See This Life is Not About Me by K_R_Closson

“After touching a mysterious artifact, Cody's general is suddenly a child with the memories to match. Cody has to coax a suspicious adolescent back to base without alerting the nearby Separatists of their presence.

Reversing his general's age an easier fix than Cody thought it would be, but he didn't factor in the possibility that Obi-Wan might not want to give up his self in order to become General Kenobi again. It'd be easier to think if he didn't have an insidious voice in his head, whispering to him to distrust the Jedi.”

This one is technically just de-aging, with Obi-Wan becoming his thirteen year old self, but I consider it similar enough to time travel to be included, and it has a lot of the same tropes. It’s very well written, and the dialogue flows excellently with the descriptions.

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what is necessary (for love and war) by hellowkatey

“His fingers reach for the hilt that has become as familiar as his own after that three-day journey back from Melida/Daan. He couldn’t stand to put the boy's saber down until he reached his quarters and reality finally set in.

Obi-Wan didn’t come back with him. Once again, he is without a Padawan.

The moment cool durasteel meets his fingertips, the overwhelming presence of Obi-Wan slams into him so hard the room begins to spin. Qui-Gon sinks to the floor, saber clutched in both hands and pressed tight against his chest as though it’s actually Obi-Wan he’s hugging.

‘You have to go back.’”

This time it’s Qui-Gon who is sent forward through time, into the clone wars. The time travel in this fic doesn’t really change anything (as in, it’s not a fix-it), but it gives some great insight into Qui-Gon’s character.

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Chosen One (derogatory) by annathecrow

“Asajj Ventress, the chosen savior of the galaxy. Force help us all.”

VENTRESS is the one to go back in time. Isn’t that crazy??? Isn’t that an insane premise?????? It was SO fun to read.

(Ventress/Shmi)

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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back by K_R_Closson

“Ahsoka Tano told Din to bring Grogu to the Seeing Stone on Tython, and Grogu would be able to call out to other Jedi. Ahsoka Tano did not say that other Jedi might call out to him or that the pillar of blue light was actually a type of planetary transportation.

Din ends up on a planet he's never heard of with nothing but his armor and his child. A lot has changed but his mandate hasn't. He must reunite Grogu with one of his kind. But first, he has to help these ade win a civil war against the dar'buir who abandoned them.”

Din travels back to the war on Melida/Daan, where one of our favorite padawans was struggling to lead the Young to victory (hint: he’s a fan favorite who almost always ends up being adopted by Mandalorians). I really like this one! It’s less about changing the past, and more about character growth and relationships.

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Bonus: Incomplete Fics

I wanted to separate these from the fics above, which are all complete.

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from this moment hangs eternity by EvanHart

“If Luke – Force, his son – was talking about slave chips, something must have gone wrong in the future.

Or, a six-year-old Luke ends up in the middle of the Clone Wars, meets his father, and changes the fate of the galaxy on the way.”

I’m a real sucker for child Luke. Gotta say. He’s ADORABLE. and moments of gut-wrenching sadness interrupted by his little sunshine smiles?? Oh my god?

Chapters: 10/15

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Oya Manda’lor! by Cloud__Chaser

“After giving up his child to Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin has found himself without a purpose. Filling in the gaps by completing bounties for Boba Fett, Din comes across a strange artifact that leaves him stranded in time.

Who knows, maybe Din's complete lack of knowledge of the world outside of the outer rim will lead to the fall of the empire before it even begins...”

Din basically becomes the most admired person on Mandalore in the span of like. A week. after he travels back in time. It’s really funny, and something I like to read when I’m in a good mood!

Chapters: 38/?

(Din/Jaster)

Also, it’s been over a year since this updated (as of the date I’m posting this), so beware, it may or may not be abandoned.

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Sith Lord Swell by AMournfulHowlInTheNight

“‘Well, looks like we're all Sith Lords, now. I hope you've all been practicing your most menacing laughter for our first run in with the Jedi Council.’

Ben could only sigh and raise a distasteful eyebrow at the cross shaped, red lightsaber he was given. Down the line other students were also handling their new weapons and robes with a raised eyebrow here and quizzical expression there.

‘Really, uncle?’

‘Really. I don't want to compete with the local Jedi population.’

Why did Jedi politics and time travel have to be so difficult?”

Like most Star Wars fans, I’m not a big fan of the sequels (‘somehow, Palpatine returned’ my ass), BUT! This fic, involving a young Ben Solo and old Luke Skywalker, was a lot of fun to read.

Chapters: 13/?

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There is another Skywalker by WabiSabi

“‘They couldn't narrow down the precise relationship due to some strange contamination in the sample. But when they launched a search in the DNA databank they found a match. Reliability of 50%, which only happens between parent-child and—’

‘Siblings,’ Master Kenobi completes, voice faint. ‘Full-blood siblings.’

The clone nods. ‘She was estimated to be around 30-years-old, so by process of exclusion, Leia Solo would be General Skywalker’s older sister by 9 years.’”

This time, it’s just Leia who’s sent to the past! Technically Luke lives as a voice in her head, but it’s pretty much just Leia. Also, I really like the premise that the temple runs a DNA test and assumes that she’s Anakin’s sibling. It’s a lot of fun!

Chapters: 10/?

Also, it’s been over a year since this updated (as of the date I’m posting this), so beware, it may or may not be abandoned.

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Companion of the Ancestors by Omegarose

“Ahsoka finds herself in a strange place, out of contact with Obi-Wan and alone with the twins. The Force feels like it hasn't in years, and she runs into a man who has to be an idiot for the way he's acting like a Jedi two years after Order 66.

((Dooku, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ahsoka all meet each other when they're 19 years old. With the addition of the Skywalker twins and a slightly-younger (than Ahsoka remembers him) Yoda.))”

I love Ahsoka, I love Luke and Leia, I love Obi-Wan… I love this fic. All of the secrets and reveals and drama! So much fun!

Chapters: 10/?

You’re not able to read this fic unless you have an Ao3 account, but those are easy to make. If anyone doesn’t know how to make one, I’m happy to make a post explaining the process!

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That’s all, folks! 20 fics is… a lot. And there are A LOT of characters in all that… So, sorry for the exorbitant amount of tags I’ll be using here. Happy reading!

[noco-alienau]

Stay Back!

writing below the cut!

The house shook as the impact of the fallen object outside rolled throughout the ground. Items of all kinds were knocked off their surfaces, a few of which shattering as they made contact with the floor.

The animals nearby reacted accordingly, a hairless cat sprinting for the only bedroom while a golden labrador began to bark in the direction of the sudden noise. Cody was the first to leave the dining table, kicking aside the mess that had been made and watching nervously as the source of the ruckus had still yet to cease.

It was a ship of some kind, three mechanical limbs protruding from a saucer-like shape with blaring green lights. Whoever the pilot was, they had very little knowledge over how the machine worked. It rocked awkwardly, stumbling over and finally falling still in the flattened grass.

"Noah, stay inside."

"Cody, what's going on?"

"Just get Daisy and stay inside."

Cody grabbed whatever blunt object he could, a baseball bat, racing towards the exit. This wasn't real. It couldn't be happening. Not now.

He hesitated as he approached the front door, a wave of realization washing over him like a cold rain. This - all of this - should have been forgotten years ago. Why had they returned? He had no significance to them, no importance. Why now, years later when he had finally settled down, did his past catch up to him?

Noah had the dogs collar in his grasp, but he hadn't left his spot. The two had seen the same thing. He wasn't sure what to think of. He didn't get the chance to ask again, his partner leaving for the outside. He could only watch.

A hatch on the side of the ship swung open, a mixture of steam and smoke escaping into the air as it did. An odd scent of dust and dirt spilled alongside, as if the area couldn't get any worse. Two passengers stumbled out and over one another, seemingly fighting.

"Is it really that fucking hard to land?" One hissed. "We've been in training for ages! This is why you pay attention, asshole!"

"This was all last second," the other would argue. "If you know so much about ships, why didn't you fly?"

Their bickering seemed to have no end. Cody inched closer to get a better view of who exactly he was to deal with.

They were relatively tall, both donning similar clothing and features. Their skin was a bright shade of blue, they shared a somewhat similar antenna and tail shape. Both pieces of clothing had a set of stripes to specify their color ranking. It was all too recognizable to the brunette before them.

Their argument came to a quick pause once their eyes settled on the human nearby. Cody grew tense as they approached, lifting his weapon and intending to bash their skulls in. The taller of the two aliens caught it in their claws before any contact was made.

"Cody 6827," he spoke, ripping the bat away. "We have been ordered by the king to return you to your home planet. You have information that he needs."

The boy was stunned. "How did you find me?" He blurted out.

"You had been tagged by your caregivers before you had been sent here. We can explain further once you come aboard our ship. You will be given a temporary room within the palace, so long as you comply."

"If you don't," the shorter alien inched closer, "we aren't arriving back empty handed. Best decide if you want to go there in one piece."

"5728, there is no need for threats."

"Cody?" A voice called. "What is all of this?"

Noah kept his distance from the rest. He was unarmed; something that made his partner more anxious than anything.

"Noah, stay back-"

"Step away, newcomer," one of the aliens warned. "He isn't what you believe for him to be."

"Cody, what are you?"

Noah's tone was unreadable. Was it disgust? Fear? He couldn't tell. There was no point in hiding any longer. No facade he put on could hide the world around him.

Cody's form shifted unnaturally. Two long, green antennas emerged from his hair with a matching tail following suit. Green splotches grew on his skin, although it seemed difficult to get far past this stage. The transformation was visibly uncomfortable. He never intended to reveal this again, and having hidden for so long left certain aspects of his appearance irreparable.

Words couldn't save him now. Cody waited for a response. He was met with nothing but a long gaze.

"Noah, I.. I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner-"

"You should have."

"But you would have thought I was crazy! I didn't.. I didn't want to lose you."

"Cody," the brunette gave an agitated sigh, "that summer camp we met at taught me that even the weirdest shit is possible. This wasn't exactly on my list, but.. guess I need to get back to writing it."

Despite everything, Noah came closer in reassurance of his loyalty to his lover. The green alien's ears perked up. He couldn't have asked for a better partner.

"Besides, there were.. signs."

"Signs?"

"Yeah.. remember that time I caught you breaking into the pantry because I tried to cut off your candy-fix for the night?"

"Yeah. Child locks don't work anymore."

"I learned. Anyway, when I found you, your eyes looked off. Later realized they were glowing. Thought it was the flashlight, but no, you're just.. spacey."

It was nice to see Cody's tooth-gap smile, especially now.

"Are you two done?" The shorter alien called out. "It's either you get in or we'll make you!"

"The king isn't one to wait," the other warned.

"He's only going if I can go, too," Noah stated.

There wasn't a lot of time left to waste. No, neither of the earthlings wanted to leave, but it was all or nothing. It seemed the intruders had a similar mindset.

"Get in," they ordered.

Hesitant but less worried, the couple slowly made their way inside the unidentifiable ship. The many blinking lights, screens, and buttons were a tad bit overwhelming, but they had no choice than to adapt.

"Everything will be fine," Cody told himself. He only hoped it wouldn't be a lie.

Noah and Cody are open for questions!

♡writing done by @plushii-gutz !♡🧸

[i-just-wanna-write-fanfic]

i apologize i didnt specify but cody from tdi and the yandere alphabet

OH YES OF COURSE!!! ( I am scared of K-pop fans)

NOTES/WARNINGS what do you think bud?

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

ughghg boy needs to hug you 12819318984879324 times a day or he dies on the spot

NEEEEEEDS your attention and talk your ear off or her may just explode

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

uhh I don't think he has the balls to kill someone. he really wants to, but he always chickens out.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

FUCK NO! he just wants to smother and bother you all day. It may annoy you, but he's just so glad you're with him!

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He constantly needs to touch you, so holding hands at the very least.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

As much as you want, babe!

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He's a bit sad, but he gets it.

But he's getting you back.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

NO

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Every day is a new annoyance.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He has... no idea. So far his plans are that tomorrow he'll wake up, kiss you, hold you, and probably go back to sleep.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets SO angy. he normally lets it out once you get home or when you two are alone so he can walk around in a circle and rant.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's such a needy guy, he needs to hold your hand, he needs to have your attention, hold you near, talk to you, hear your voice, anything!

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He tried to talk to you a few times, but it never really went well (unless you think him telling you a horrible pick-up line and running away [and tripping in the process] is suave and the best way to get a girl/guy/etc)

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

nahhhh...

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He can't really do anything to hurt you in any way, maybe just some silent treatment, but he can't even bring himself to do that.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Not many! He only takes them away if you try to get away from him once too many times.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's pretty patient! Unless you keep going away, then it'll thin.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

NUH UH!!!

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

nahhh. He needs your attention and love to survive!

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Honestly, meeting Sierria kinda had a hand in all of this, all her clingyness and weird actions freaked him out, but soon he found himself doing the same to you.

Thankfully he noticed he was being a creep so he tried to tone it down to the best of his ability.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He feels horrible. He doesn't know why you're acting this way, but he'll do the best he can to soothe you...

He's lying to himself, he knows deep down inside he's most likely the reason you're crying, If he finds out it was someone else, he'll do his best to either hurt them or get them to leave you alone.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's a total sweetheart and is way too soft on/with you.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

The fact he's soft on you. If you continue to build up his trust, he may eventually trust you to go out on your own. Just make sure to have a good excuse, or make it look like you're super excited to leave the house.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

no, No, NO, never! Never! He loves you too much!

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Ohhhh quite a lot! He really loves you, no matter how you meet. If the way you met was with you showing him some kind of kindness or love, he may feel he needs it... and just from you, please!

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A few weeks or months, tops. That's if you're in the show together, but if not, it'll be a year or two so he can get more info about you. the games of the show already tell him so much about you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

...

Maybe.

But it's not like he wants to!

[real-total-drama-takes]

"people who hate trent for being obsessive and pushy rub me the wrong way it feels so ableist" "i literally love cody so much hes my babygirl anyone who doesnt like him dni because you simply dont understand the appeal of my white baby" "zeke is my skrimblo he did nothing wrong ever people who hate him are classist and make me so uncomfortable what did he even do to you"

"ohhh my god i fucking HHATTEEE SIERRA OH MY GODDD SHE SHOULD DIE FOR BEING SO CREEPY AND OBSESSIVE TO CODYY. if you like sierra you should DIE" "FUCK THAT CRAZY BITCH COURTNEY🤬🤬🤬🤬FUKKCKKKK SHES AN ABUSIVE ASSHOLE BITCHHH🤬🤬 if you like courtney you LITERALLY condone abuse and if you deny it youre probably AN ABUSER IRL." "I FUCKING HATE LESHAWNAAAA 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬SHE LITERALLY CHEATED ON HAROLDD. if you disagree DIE. she played him the entire time and SHE SHOULD DIEEEE. HAROLD OBVIOUSLY IS AUTISTIC AND SHE DIDNT SPECIFY THE NATURE OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP WHICH MEANS SHE FUCKING CHEATED ON HIM I WANT HER DEADDDD"

the total drama fandom experience

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Twilight Confessions (Fluff)

Dark Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something for this guys for quite some time now, so here ya go🖤🧡

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Warnings: Spelling🖤🧡

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The hum of the futuristic city echoed through your best friend, Cody Jones' luxury penthouse, its sprawling skyline illuminated by the vibrant glow of neon lights, casting vibrant colors and shadows across your face. As you stood on the balcony, gazing out at the mesmerizing view, memories flooded your mind, a fond smile spreading across your face, along with a small ping of sadness.

It had been a year. A whole year since the turtles had left, somewhat accidental, and gone back to their own time. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss them, because you did. You very much missed them. They had been fun to have around, bringing you and Cody much needed joy in your daily life. Therefore their departure was bittersweet, making both of you slightly sad, yet fully aware of the fact that their own time needed them. Without them in their own time, you and Cody’s life would never be what it was in 2107.

Although it had been a whole year without the turtles, you would probably have to specify that. It had been a whole year without the original turtles. The original turtles from the past. The turtles Cody’s great-grandparents had been friends with. But it had not been a year without turtles at all.

After the turtles left, Cody had his final showdown with his uncle, Darius Don. Using his newly learned ninja skills, Cody managed to take his uncle down, handing him over to the peacekeepers for several crimes that would take too long to mention. This left Cody with more than a few things from his uncle. Actually four. Four kanabo turtle clones to be specific.

It wasn’t easy, but over time the kanabo clones started to fit into society. At least enough for you, Cody and president Bishop to be pleased. It was more than a little fun to watch the dark turtles get used to their new surroundings. A luxury penthouse, and enough food to last them for the rest of their lives. It was even more fun to watch Cody train them in everything the original turtles had taught him, and see how naturally it came to the dark turtles. It was like watching a puzzle finally coming together. Almost heartwarming.

Over time you really came to care for these kanabo clones, in the same way you had cared for the original four turtles. Even though it wasn’t exactly like having the original turtles around, it was comforting in their own way. They were more noisy, took up more space and were messier. Yet they were quicker to admit any of their wrong doings, cleaning as soon as you and Cody told them to do so. It was nice to have them around.

In turn, the dark turtles found you and Cody’s presence just as comforting. They looked to the two of you for the form of guidance, they never got from either Darius Don or Sh’Okanabo. Dark Raph accidentally called you mom at one point at  the dinner table, causing extreme embarrassment for his brothers. Especially Mikey. The poor guy was so embarrassed that he didn’t dare to look in your direction. That was the first time you saw the tall yellow turtle without his signature manic smile.

You smiled at the thought of the often dancing turtle, as the wind picked up and blew a few hairs out of your face. He had changed a lot since the day you met him and the other dark turtles. You remembered it clearly. Although back then, you never thought you would think back on that time fondly. You had gone with Cody to find the place the dark turtles had kept the original turtles captive, by the orders of Darius Don. Back then you had felt nothing but anger and slight sadness at the sight of the dark Mikey and his brothers. And look at you now. Now you saw them as part of your fun little family, and couldn’t imagine a day without any of them. Especially Mikey. How boring your days would get if you didn’t have him around.

Unbeknownst to you, Dark Mikey lingered in the shadows inside the penthouse, his golden eyes fixated on your silhouette on the balcony, as the light of the moon lit up all of your features, making them shine brighter than the city before you. He felt his toes wiggle in an unwilling dance as he felt his stomach tingle. Mikey just couldn’t help it. The enigmatic turtle had developed an inexplicable attraction to you, drawn to the way you carried the weight of the past with a gentle grace. Even after everything he and his brothers had done to you and your friends, you still gave them another chance. You had given him a chance. You were patient with him, caring for him throughout the past year. You made him feel happy. You made him feel special. And tonight, Mikey had finally decided to tell you how you made him feel.

Silently emerging from behind the glass sliding door, Dark Mikey approached, his heart pounding and his hands sweating, his fist clenching and unclenching repeatedly. You turned at the sound of the door, a warm smile gracing your lips at the sight of the yellow turtle.

"Hey, Mikey", you greeted, your voice a soft melody in the evening air. A sharp contrast to the night sounds of New York City.

"Hey", he responded, his usual swagger momentarily replaced by a nervous demeanor. He went to the edge of the balcony, taking in the city before him. The sight still surprised him whenever he looked at it. “Enjoying the view?”, he asked, unsure of what else to say.

You let out a small chuckle that made Mikey’s heart skip a beat. “Of course I am”; you smiled. “Are you?”

“Uhm, yes”, Mikey said, tapping his fingers on the edge. “Always pretty out here”. He looked away from you, trying to seem as casual as possible. You hummed, before turning your own gaze towards the skyline. Mikey seized this moment to look at you, taking in your face as you peacefully watched the city lifes before you. Mikey bit his bottom lip, before finally trusting himself enough to speak. "Uhm… (Y/N)... Can we talk?"

Curiosity danced in your eyes as you nodded, inviting him to continue. Mikey scratched the back of his head, a habit that betrayed his unease. The city lights reflected in your eyes, making his throat curl up before any words could make their way out of him. He stammered nervously, playing with his fingers, feeling the stress build. He wanted to tell you. He had to tell you. But he did not know how. Mikey did not know what words to use.

Before you could ask him if he was okay, Dark Mikey, driven by an impulsive force that had led him most of his life, closed the distance and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. But just as fast as your lips had connected, he pulled back, his face red as he once again started playing with his fingers.

"I... I just thought you should know," he mumbled, his gaze dropping to the ground as he spoke.

Time seemed to stretch as you processed the unexpected turn of events. Mikey’s gaze alternated between uncertainty and hope, as he moved his weight from one foot to another, getting more and more nervous as he waited for you to speak, watching for any signs of rejection on your face.

A small smile played on your lips as you processed the whirlwind of emotions. You reached out, lifting Mikey's chin to meet your eyes.

"I appreciate your honesty, Mikey", you said, your voice soft and understanding. "And, you know, I feel the same way".

The tension in Dark Mikey's shoulders eased slightly, a flicker of relief in his eyes. Together, you leaned against the balcony railing, the city below a backdrop to the complex emotions swirling between you.

"I never expected to find someone like you, nor did I ever expect to find myself attracted to you after all that has happened between us", you admitted, breaking the silence. "But I'm glad I did. You are an amazing guy, Mikey".

Dark Mikey nodded, his usual cool demeanor returning. His big smile appeared on his face once again, his tongue having a hard time staying in his mouth. "Yeah, well, you're not so bad yourself, (Y/N)".

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Dork”, was all you said, before pulling him down for another kiss, this one longer than the other, both of you humming in delight as you wrapped your arms around each other-

As the night unfolded, you found yourselves sharing stories of the past, laughter punctuating the air. The shadows that once cloaked Dark Mikey seemed to dissipate, revealing a vulnerability that made him all the more real. The city beneath you buzzed with life, a testament to the ever-changing nature of time. And in that moment, on the balcony of Cody Jones' penthouse, you and Dark Mikey stood at the crossroads of past and future, uncertain but willing to explore the possibilities that lay ahead.

[maralovesescapism]

I’m curious. I want to see who Obi-Wan is shipped with most commonly shipped with.

I personally am a CodyWan shipper, and I would like to hear the reasoning for some of the other ships I see frequently.

You can comment your favourite ship of these and explain your thoughts on your choice of you want! I want to know everyone’s opinion!

Thanks!

[starryluminary]

A very warm welcome to my very first collab: The NoCo Sleepy-Time Collaboration! Both artists and authors alike are welcome to join and celebrate these two unbelievable dorks!

How we're workin'

If you want to participate, send me a direct message and specify if you'll be participating as an artist or an author. You're only allowed to be one or the other, for the sake of letting as many people participate as possible.

Communication is important! If you claim a spot and can't participate anymore, please let me know as soon as possible to allow the opportunity to someone else! If I don't receive a response from you in a timely manner, I will assume you've dropped out and give your spot in the collaboration to someone else.

The deadline for submissions is Wednesday January 3rd, 11:59 AST (Atlantic Standard Time.) The final collaboration would then be posted by January 5th.

General Submission Guidelines

Noah and Cody on the Sleepy-Time theme. Interpret it however you want, but keep on theme! Be as creative as you wish!

That being said, don't cross the line of indecency. I'd like to make this as inclusive as possible, so keep it pg-13! Dirtiness and gore to an absolute minimum, please.

No matter the type of submission, you can send it to me either through Tumblr's messaging system or my Discord! (starryluminary_49344)

FOR ARTISTS: The drawing must be full body and have a transparent background. Should a traditional artist need help making a transparent PNG, I am willing to help! Just make sure its a clean picture or a scan! It's preferred if you send your submission through Discord for the highest quality, but feel free to send it through Tumblr if you don't mind the slightly lower quality.

FOR AUTHORS: Keep it to a oneshot. It can be as long or as short as you'd like, just as long as it can be read in... one shot. You can even make a poem if that's more your speed! You'll have to pick a short section of the fic (preferably not over three sentences) that encompasses it to be displayed in the final collaboration. For the sake of diversity, feel free to assign it a font, as well!

You have full freedom to post your submission after it's done and submitted! Each and every entry, other than being displayed grouped, will have its own spotlight highlighting it's creator. Creators will be tagged and anything posted will be linked appropriately. If any of this discomforts you, you can always be referred to as anonymous!

That's about it! Any and everyone is welcome to join, I just ask you be kind not only to your dear host (me) but to everyone else involved. Feel free to ask questions if I didn't make things clear enough. I can't wait to work with you all! Have fun and good luck!!

ARTIST SLOTS AVAILABLE: 9/20

AUTHOR SLOTS AVAILABLE: 9/15

Closed!! Thank you all for your participation and enthusiasm for this collaboration!! <3

[calif0rnia-lovers]

send me a character/person and a song. I'll write a short story?

who I'm open to at the moment (I haven't watched much TV lately, but the list is of people and characters I've seen the past few months):

adonis creed.

athur pendragon.

bucky barnes.

lorenzo “cane” tejada jr.

carmy berzatto.

erik killmonger.

frank castle.

conrad fischer.

harald sigurdsson.

javy "coyote" machado.

jax teller.

joaquin torres.

joel miller.

josh cody.

pope heyward.

sam wilson.

sinqua walls.

steve harrington.

tangerine.

trevante rhodes.

zuko.

If you want someone not listed above...still send the name. I'm behind on movies and shows, so I'm sure others could be added. I've removed Mayans MC because I never finished the show beyond season 2 🙃

Stories will most likely be OC stories unless xreader is specified in the request. If you request a reader fic, I'll try my best.

[rinwritesfics]

Blind Date

Plot: Kenobi has set you and the Marshal Commander up on a blind date – but Cody doesn’t know it.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1101

Author’s Note: Happy Cody Day!

What was Obi Wan setting you up for?

Your friend had promised he had found someone who would he a good match for you, but you weren’t one for blind dates.

Although, come to think of it, if anyone were to set you on a blind date, you were glad it was a Jedi.

Now, the guy he said he had found for you was strong, smart, and fiercely loyal. You would know him by the long-healed scar down the left side of his face. You had a sneaky suspicion about the kind of person he chose, but you didn’t mind. The man probably also had tan skin and short dark curls. You wondered if he knew this was a blind date, too.

Probably not, knowing Kenobi.

You sat in the warm and welcoming caf and tea shop for a minute before the man walked in, the scar exactly as Kenobi had described. He was in nearly his full kit, yellow-orange highlights on it, with his bucket off and tucked under his arm. You stood up and tried to subtly wipe your hands on your pants to get rid of the light sweat on them, your stomach flip-flopping as his brown eyes settled on you. His brow furrowed slightly at first, then he made his way over.

He said your name quietly and you smiled a little, nodding.

“I take it you’re Cody, then. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well. General Kenobi didn’t specify why I was to come here and meet up with you. Is something wrong?”

“I… I take it he didn’t give you any information at all, then.”

“The General told me what you look like and had his mischievous look – you know the one.”

“I do, yeah. I’ve known him long enough to know when he plans to meddle with something. I do worry you may not like the reason. He did tell me.”

“Couldn’t be worse than an undercover op going wrong.”

“Can I buy you a caf, first?”

He frowned, then nodded and told you what he wanted. You went to the counter as he sat at the table, then came back a couple minutes later with an order for yourself and his, handing it to him. You sat down across the small table from him, silently hoping he wasn’t going to be too upset. You knew you probably would be stressed if you didn’t know you were on a blind date.

“So, what did my General tell you? How bad is this that we have to meet up like this?”

“Well….” You chuckled softly, a little nervously. “It’s not that…. Our mutual friend sort of set us up on a blind date.”

Cody stopped, his eyes widening. “He what? You’re joking, right? You have to be joking.”

You stopped, no longer feeling like laughing and instead feeling like a melon baller had been taken to your heart. An embarrassed warmth filled your cheeks and you looked down. “I-I’m sorry. I understand, now. I’ll leave.”

Just as you started to get up, Cody’s hand touched your wrist. You looked at him in surprise.

“Wait, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come off so rudely.” He looked at you, eyebrows upturned and lips slightly parted. “I-I guess I’m just nervous, is all. I’ve never been on a proper date before and had I known, I would have brought you flowers.”

He paused, then continued. “Um… what is your favorite flower?” he asked softly.

You paused, then sat back down and his hand slowly retreated from your wrist. “Hm. That’s kind of hard. There are so many out there, but… maybe the Teddy Bear Sunflower?”

He raised his eyebrow and looked at you oddly and you realized he may not be familiar with any of the flora from your home planet.

“It’s just this vibrant and fluffy-looking large flower. Like a dahlia? Or am I confusing you more?”

He chuckled. “Maybe confusing me more, but that’s okay. This is actually kind of fun.”

You grinned. “Yeah?”

He grinned back, a soft look in his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Well, if this works out, I’m happy with any flower that doesn’t have a large stamen.”

He frowned, slight amusement in his expression. “Really? Why?”

“Less pollen.”

Cody chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Do you have a favorite flower?” you asked softly.

His brow furrowed. “Huh. I’ve never really thought about it before.”

“Well, you don’t have to answer now. I’m okay if you take your time to think about it.” You smiled softly and were rewarded with a smile from him, too.

“Now, why do I get the feeling you’ll have me stumped with each question you ask me?” He laughed.

“Because I may be full of questions you’ve never heard before, like what is your favorite food?”

He grinned. “That one’s easy. Anything that isn’t army rations.”

You laughed. “Alright, alright. How about favorite movie?”

“No, no, it’s my turn to ask a question.”

For the next hour, you two were laughing and chatting and you started to fall for this gorgeous man. The softness inside the protective shell he had to form to be the soldier he is today made you want to do anything for him. You found out his closest brother was Rex, which came to no surprise to you, and he found out you tended to stay up later than you should reading. You both decided to leave the caf and tea shop and go walking down the street for a bit longer. The mid-day sun shone down on you and it really highlighted the smile on his face.

As the date started to come to a close, you knew you didn’t want to let him go. And you hoped he felt the same way, and it was confirmed when he asked for your comm frequency first. Your heart fluttered. As you went to add his contact to your comm, he spoke up.

“Just Cody. You… you don’t have to use my rank.” He glanced away a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

Your smile grew. “I’ve had a wonderful time with you, Cody. And I really hope for more in the future, if it’s okay for me to say.”

He turned back to you and grinned. “Of course it’s okay. It’s a relief actually.”

“I’m glad.”

That night, you sent him a short message thanking him for everything and he messaged you back almost instantly, thanking you for a great first date. With him on your mind and a smile on your lips, you fell asleep.

Taglist (open!): @trixie2023

[divijohm]

WHAT CREEPS ARE AUTISTIC? + SUPPORT LEVELS

A/n: this are the pastas I personally think are autistic and why because I am autistic and I'll pass down the autism

Jane: I'm projecting

Cody (xvirus): because I said so

Hoodie/Brian: Because he's literally me

Toby: Because he already has ADHD and tourettes so he might as well get the whole pack

Bloody Painter: I'm projecting²

Sally: Because autism is coquette and she's too

Eyeless Jack: Because why not?

These are the autism support levels

This is not set in stone, levels can fluctuate during the week/month based on how stressed the autistic person is or how well therapy/treatment is going. A person can also be between 2 levels, I myself am between level 1 and 2, because of my high masking. I have great social difficultys but can do day to day activities (mostly) fine, although on paper I'm level 1. Support levels can also be defined by concomitant disabilities, specially if they're intellectual (down syndrome, learning delay, etc)

Ok so now to the actual reasons

Jane: She's literally the embodiment of autism in afab people lmao. Her straightforward way of speaking, black and white thinking and strong sense of justice and difficulty forming connections are all very autistic traits. She's level 1 of support, 2 on bad days

Cody: High interest in microbiology = hyper focus + special interest. Bedsides I don't see him as "social" he prefers to be alone which could be either esquizoid personality disorder, autism or both. I'll go with both. He doesn't understand humans neither really like to be with them. They're level 2 (almost 3) support

Toby: Many psychological Disorders are accompanied with others, much like a pay one get three deal, tourettes, ADHD and autism are pretty common together. It is not always that "social difficultys" are tied to shyness or isolation, it can also be pushyness and a hyper personality much like Toby's personality. He's level 1

Hoodie/Brian: In my head he's schizophrenic AND autistic. Which really makes his paranoia worse, autism already make you hear things people filter out (like electricity) this together with auditory hallucinations makes him have really bad meltdowns. He's level 3 of support but with all the bullshit he's been through he's forcing himself to be level 1, he don't manage it very well so he acts like a level 2

Bloody Painter: isn't really specified why he's bullied in the og as far as I remember and many autistic folks are bullied for no reason. His passion for painting and drawing can be seen as an hyper focus /special interest. Also his hate from loud places and crowds can be because of sensory overload. Helen also has a personality similar to mine when I was younger so why not haha. He's level 2 of support

Sally: Is pretty rare that girls are diagnosed with autism below the age of 16. So I'll give a little representation here. Her love for pink and typically girly things to the point of looking like a stereotype can be read as her special interest. Autistic girls are often more naive than the average girl of the same age, which more often than not leads to abuse/bullying, so one more point there. Not much else besides the "I want her to be autistic because I wish I was diagnosed much younger". She's level 1 support.

Eyeless jack: He's the embodiment of sensory issues, bedsides I see him as pretty socially inept, not that he doesn't like to socialize, He just don't really know how (like me). Also I see his medical skills as being a side product of his Human body special interest. He's level 2 support

[creepy-spooghetti]

Hello! I was wondering if you could write about The creepypastas with a type 1 diabetic S/O, and they find out because their S/O had to give themselves some insulin to lower their blood sugar? Thank you, have a good day or night!

You did not specify which Creepypastas you wanted, so I chose three at random. Hope that's okay :)

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Helen

Kinda confused at first honestly. Wasn't sure what to think, since he'd never been around anyone with that sort of problem and he was pretty much clueless about diabetes.

All he knew was that the needle looked like it hurt. He had to turn his head; it made him borderline nauseous.

"Y/n? Are you, uhh…alright?"

You explained what you were doing to him and why exactly you had to do it, and he listened intently, making a mental note to do more research on the topic later.

Now he tries to remain aware of how you're doing at all times, and if he thinks your blood sugar is getting too high, he'll get you to a less chaotic place and sit you down, but you're gonna have to be the one to give the insulin. He ain't touching that needle.

Cody

Immediately eager to help.

"What can I do? Do you need something to drink? You look tired, we can go nap together if you want."

He'll even offer to inject it for you, if you feel too drained. He's more experienced with this subject than most people; one of his foster moms had diabetes, and from the few months he lived with her, there were plenty of moments he needed to assist her with something, and she made sure to be thorough in quelling his curiosity when he asked questions.

He wishes you would have told him sooner, so he could have prepared the things you need in his room, in case you had a spell when you were in there with him.

He also ensures you have a bottle of insulin on you at all times, especially if you're about to leave the house. He can't have you going anywhere and not be ready in case something happens.

Ben

"Woah, that explains a lot."

He pretty much just watches with growing interest, tilting his head and sitting down beside you.

Then he'll get the 'puppy-dog' eyes and poke his lips out. "Why didn't you tell me? I may be immature but that doesn't mean I can't comprehend the basic idea of chronic illness."

Basically you have to reassure him that his claims were not the reason that the topic never came up, although it takes some insistence on your end before he fully believes you.

Once he's alone, he starts reading about diabetes, so he doesn't have to assume things or talk your ear off with endless inquiries. Definitely expect to be coddled a bit more than usual though.

[heyclickadee]

Some thoughts on Hunter in Tipping Point:

Hunter has every reason to be suspicious. He has no idea what's been happening with Crosshair. He doesn't know about how conflicted Crosshair's been about the Empire the whole time, he doesn't know about the thirty-two rotations, or Cody, or Mayday, or Nolan, or the torture, because he was never there to see any of it. All he knows is that Crosshair gave him every reason to think that the chip was never a factor by refusing to specify when/how it was removed or to differentiate between his own choices and what the chip made him do, then decided to stay with the Empire when given the choice not to, AND that the last time Crosshair sent a message to the team through the comms they ended up trapped underwater in the ruins of Tipoca City because Crosshair did, in fact, set a trap for them (I mean, the whole getting trapped underwater thing wasn't his fault and he thought that was going to go very differently, but it was still the end result). Heck, he didn't even get the whole message, just "Plan 88" without the added context of, "You have to hide. They're after O[mega]." Suspicion is a totally reasonable response. It's also an emotional one, and, in one sense, a mistake.

And just to reiterate, I'm not blaming Hunter. Because, in another sense, he's right! He's right to be cautious. He's even right to think it's a trap, because that's probably exactly the reaction Crosshair wants him to have. Crosshair doesn't want his family to come for him. He wants them to stay far away, hidden, and safe, and caution is exactly the approach to his warning that will keep them that way. Being careful and distrusting is actually one of Hunter's strength's, in a way, because it allows him to really think things through before taking action, and that helps him keep his family safe. But in the context of this episode, Hunter's reaction to Crosshair's message also highlights Hunter's biggest flaw in a way we haven't really seen since that "You weren't loyal to me" scene in "Return to Kamino." As a lot of people on here have pointed out, Hunter's only coping mechanism when it comes to difficult problems or things he doesn't know how to handle is to really just kind of...not try to handle them. He just ignores them. So the Empire? There's no beating it; the only thing they can do is hide and stay out of the way. Crosshair? Let’s just never talk about it or deal with it in any way. And of course this is nothing new, he's always been like this, but the reason that it comes across as more of a mistake here is because this episode directly contrasts him with Echo and Crosshair, in terms of his attitude towards difficult problems, and with Wrecker and Tech, in terms of his reaction to Crosshair's message.

The episode opens with Echo leading a dangerous rescue mission and fighting the good fight he knows he can't win. Then it leads into and ends with Crosshair fighting, in a way, the same good fight and one he will personally lose, by facing what he believes is going to be unending torture until he either breaks or dies. Wrecker reacts to Crosshair's message with hope, excited by the possibility that Crosshair turned on the Empire and that they might get him back after all. Tech responds with fear and worry on Crosshair's behalf, sure that Crosshair is trying to warn them of something and afraid of what a scientist with a reputation for "unorthodox" experiments might be doing to his brother. And then you have Hunter, who can't let himself get involved in Echo's good fight, who knows that there's no winning and therefore no point in engaging at all, and who responds to Crosshair's message with suspicion and doubt.

And again...he's right! They can't beat the Empire. Crosshair's message is really shady without the context that Hunter doesn't have. Staying on Pabu and staying out of it is absolutely the smart thing to do. And, at heart, Hunter's attitude is motivated by the exact same thing that's motivating Echo, Crosshair, Wrecker, and Tech. Echo's fighting to save his brothers (and, just maybe, to make the galaxy safer for his little sister). Crosshair's allowing himself to be tortured to protect his siblings. Wrecker's hoping to get his brother back, and Tech's terrified of losing that same brother for good. Hunter, likewise, is paralyzed into inaction, retreat, and skepticism because he just wants to keep his family safe.

In a way, Hunter's whole approach here is a little bit like Crosshair's decision to stay with the Empire at the end of last season, just...you know, not awful or nearly as extreme and without all those "staying on the wrong side out of spite" and "this is gonna ruin your life" overtones. It's reasonable and completely understandable, both in a rational and emotional sense. There's a way in which it ought to be the right way to go about things. It's the sensible choice. It just...isn't quite the right one.

(I promise I'm not trying to bash Hunter here. He's a genuinely good man and the fact that he does have a huge flaw like this makes him really interesting! And from his point of view, his attitude makes sense! I honestly just really love how complicated the whole situation is.)

[tkfanz428]

If your requests are still open!! You should write some Alejandro headcanons if you’re comfortable with it!

No problemo!

This one I will not add a drawing as those are tiring for every headcannon.

Also I’m gonna add in Tyler as well for this guy.

Alejandro: he may be a demon as a Ler, but as a lee, he’s a complete hypocrite. He expects people to let him tickle them but not let them tickle him. His body isn’t as sensitive as Cody or Noah, but he has a similar problem like Harold, it’s all compacted into one section, for him specifically is his neck down to ribs. I can Noah or maybe heather using this to their advantage for either sabotage or revenge. The rest of his body is more slightly ticklish, and there’s some orange on his belly.

Tyler: Tyler is very clutzy, and gets him stuck in situations where he is very vulnerable to tickles. His upper half is the main target since it’s both accessible and sensitive. If you’ve seen my first Tyler fic, you’d what I mean when I say a feather is it takes for him to break. His weakest spot would be his underarms, since I like the idea that bigger muscles are more sensitive to tickles. His ankles are also pretty weak, but he will kick you if you try, and it will hurt. He is on our top ten ticklish contestants, ranking at number seven.

And like I’ve said on my pinned post, specify what you want when you make requests.

[thecrowinyourhouse]

Alright I’m bored and I wanna write

I'm taking requests, yaaaay! I'll do headcannons or oneshots (if you could elaborate which you want when requesting that will be dandy) plantonic or romantic Here are some fandoms I'll write for:

Pjo

FNAF

Stardew Valley

Creepy pasta

Dungeon Meshi

Here are some characters I'll write for (they're kinda limited, sorry)

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Grover Underwood

Leo Valdez

Jason Grace

Michael Afton and that's kinda it, adult or teenage. (Hate William so please don't request him, and idk about the animatronics)

Shane

Haley

Harvey

Emily

For the creepy pastas, they will be my own interpretation of them. If you want specific personality traits for them, don't be afraid to specify 👍

Eyeless Jack

X-virus/Cody

Jane the killer

Clockwork/Natalie

Nina the killer

Bloody painter/Helen

Toby

For dungeon Meshi:

Laios

Marcille

Chilchuck

Senshi

Kabru

Mithrun

Platonic Izutsumi

I won't write smut, anything fetish related, rape, any of that sorts. I also won't do any toxic/manipulative relationships. So like no (actual) violence. Unless it's fluff at the end, I'm a sucker for fluff. I'll also attempt angst

[theeyoungalabastor]

Fuck you, I'm Chaotic: A Creepypasta Friend scenario book,

Description:

•°• Fuck you, I'm Chaotic: A Creepypasta, reader insert friend scenarios BOOK•°• (NOT ROMANCE RELATED) [A bit of a crack fic, because I oddly enjoy writing characters with very chaotic energy.)

With blood dried knees, and band aid clad fingers; light sabers glowed in a memorable vibrance the dead of an ale'd night, sprinting past streetlights, laughter bellowing as they chased one another; shouting theatrical quotes as they dueled energetically through the streets of their home.

Tossing a wand of light in the direction of an unexpecting stranger, the teen's crouch, lips pulled into malicious grins, not one's that would set one on edge, but rather ones that bring a longing warmth to bloom in the core of your chest, something familiar.

Fun.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

this book will and or may contain the following mentions:

homophobia, transphobia, anxiety, panic attacks, gender dysphoria, body/facial/vocal/height dysmorphia, misgendering, deadnaming, insomnia, foul Language, dark humor, possible verbal abuse, angst, suicide, suicidal thoughts, possible self-harm, talk of mental disorders, physical aggression, murder, blood, descriptive gore, dark themes, body disfigurement and mutilation, manipulation of multiple degrees.

Please, if you are sensitive to any of these triggers, please do NOT read this book, there will NOT be warnings above the chapters. Again, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Also, before my throat is ripped from my body: I know that Masky/Tim and Brian/Hoodie are NOT a part of the slender verse, but it feels wrong not to add them. (And I have seen MH <3)

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Characters:

"Ticci" Toby

Age: 19

Reader age: 17

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Tim/Masky

Age: 34

Reader age: 18

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Brian/Hoody

Age: 28

Reader age: 19

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Cody/ X-Virus

Age: 16

Reader age: 18

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Jeff The Killer

Age: 27

Reader age: 17

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Natallie/ Clockwork

Age: 26

Reader age: 18

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Ben Drowned

Age: 14 at age of death

Reader age: 17

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Eyeless Jack

Age: 19 when sacrificed and possessed. 26 when meeting him

Reader age: 16

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Sally Williams

Age: 7 at age of death

Reader age: 17

Reader's personality: 

MC (Your personality varies within each character's story line, in one you could be socially awkward with no sense of speaking up for yourself to laughing at threats against your life and seeming desensitized to some or most concerning things. Your story line also varies, the stories of your childhood or living quarters could stretch from being the victim of sibling favoritism, bullied in school, a spoiled brat who gets everything they want but is neglected attention wise, to a shitty flat or apartment that has a shit tone of flaws, but you don't have enough money to pay it off.)

Gender Identity may lean more towards the masculine side, MC's gender in here isn't specified but the pronouns mainly used are They/Them when you as the reader eventually if ever get a partner, just know sexuality is never really mentioned either, but you are under the Pan and Bisexual umbrella.