#sw rarepairs

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 25 minutes & 29 seconds

Original Work: dark and burning (soaked with orange blossoms) by @blackkatmagic [blackkat]

Clone Wars: Feemor/Fox | Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Summary: 

“You have to stop torturing Qui-Gon,” Feemor says, exasperated. Xanatos doesn’t so much as look up from his phone. “I do?” he drawls. “Somehow I managed to miss the decree that said karma was illegal.” Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Fae & Fairies

Notes: podded for Voiceteam 2024's challenge 'Present' & posted as part of my birthday celebrations for @flowerparrish!

[that-gay-jedi]

Aniobigrievous but it's after Anakin's Mustafar injuries, also they both heard his comment about being "more machine than man" and are having very different but equally intense reactions to it.

[izzystizzys]

“…I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I still don’t quite understand”, Fox says, for what must be the dozenth time that hour. His heartbeat pounds behind his eyes in an incessant drum of hurt, and his head aches with every breath like someone’s taken a rusty fork to the inside of his skull and raked his brain out. Fox’ eyes are beginning to burn the way they start doing around hour 80 of a shift, and he has to suppress the brief urge to check over his shoulder. Not even Stabby could come up with a ploy this contrived to make him sleep. Probably.

In front of him, General Grievous coughs awkwardly, long spindly durasteel limbs shivering with its force. “Certainly”, he vocalizes, in that deep, watery cadence. “For your glorious triumphs in battle, your awe-inspiring victory over me in close combat, and your undeniable warrior spirit, I accept you as my consort. I have proven my skills through the ritual capture, and thus, by Kaleesh custom, we are now wed, Commander Fox. I will honor you as my war-bride, and visit vengeance upon your enemies. I swear it to you.”

Expectantly, Grievous tilts his faceplate to the side, and Fox only just catches the suppression of the manic giggle that wants to escape him. Yeah, probably not Stabby - maybe a dying fever dream? Has the infected gash from that skirmish on the lower levels five rotations ago finally decided to end him? If so, it’s not fast enough for Fox’ tastes.

Here’s how it happened: Fox has no kriffing clue. All he knows is one moment an emergency alert tore him from precious Scream Closet time this morning, he went to rescue the Chancellor’s dumb ass again, and whoop, here he is on General Grievous’ ship with the war-criminal himself declaring them happily married. And eyeing him up and down like a piece of candy.

Why, Fox thinks, desperately, does this always have to happen to me?!

Chancellor’s still kidnapped, by the way. Fox has other priorities for the time being.

“I swear to aim my weapons in your service”, Grievous continues, when it becomes exceedingly clear Fox is not going to break out of his shocked stupor anytime soon. “I swear to aim true and strike with murderous intent, I swear to uphold the sacred bonds of our clans in the name of our union, I swear to raise a strong, bloodthirsty brood of warriors with-“

“Wait”, Fox interrupts, once his brain has caught up past the astromech dial-up sound it seems to be playing on repeat. “Uphold clan bonds? You murder your way through my brothers like a rabid nexu on spice on the regular!”

Grievous’ faceplate, which should be for all intents and purposes totally expressionless, does something that reminds Fox strangely of contrition. It has him gaping and shivering in discomfort, in any case. “A fact I regret, but acknowledge lies in my past before the fateful crossing of our paths. I am a warrior at soul, you must understand, my worthy mate.” Durasteel faceplates don’t turn soft. They don’t. And coughs don’t sound loving. They simply do not. “But I uphold the bonds of these sacred vows under Kaleesh law, that I swear to you, my beloved.”

“All I did was grapple you to the ground”, Fox says, mourningly. “Cody has kicked you in the head dozens of times and you’ve never tried to marry him.”

“He is not you, and his battle lacks the lustful vitality and love of violence of yours”, Grievous declares, and Fox really cannot tell whether the sound that erupts from him is a lovelorn sigh or a hacking death-gurgle. This cannot be his life.

Just then, a droid conveniently enters, putting a pause to all Fox’ sufferings. He’ll need to tell Thorn to research Kaleesh divorce proceedings. Or, better yet - he needs to blow up this whole karking ship including himself and destroy all evidence of this ever happening.

“Generals Kenobi and Skywalker awaiting in custody, Sir”, says the droid, nervously. “They are here to rescue Chancellor Palpatine, but we cut them off just out of the hangar bay.”

Internally, Fox rolls his eyes so hard it hurts his brain. “The Jedi can wait”, Grievous hacks out, and for once Fox agrees with him. Let the two dick around onboard, there’s bigger issues at hand.

“But Sir”, says the droid, all twitchy with an anxiety Fox eternally wonders who the kriff programmed into the damn things, “what if they try to escape and -“

A deep, growling noise erupts from deep within Grievous’ massive metal chest, amplifying Fox’ pounding headache by a thousandfold. “I have no time for this”, he snarls at the cowering droid. “Remove yourself from my and mine beloved’s sight.”

“Roger Roger”, the B2 squeaks, hesitantly, before adding on - “The Chancellor-“

Harrumphing petulantly, Grievous stomps one massive, clawed foot and makes what feels like the whole viewdeck shake. “I will twist his head off his body like a rotten fruit”, he declares. “That will get those pesky Jedi off my ship faster, and then we can continue saying our vows.” He pauses, thoughtfully, and then hooded eyes ringed by what must surely be rotten flesh fix on Fox inexorably. “It will be my wedding gift to you, beloved, an offering of peace to your brothers.”

Fox opens his mouth to protest, but quickly snaps it shut again when his husband already turns tail and storms off.

Huh. Maybe this marriage thing isn’t all bad.

[varpusvaras]

Quinlan: What a nice Commander you have there, Obes. Very nice kicks he has-

Obi-Wan: I'm afraid that he is mine, you're gonna have to find yourself one somewhere else

Quinlan: Now where could I find myself a Commander like-

Quinlan, seeing Thorn whip out his Z-6 and mow down droids:

Quinlan: Found him.

[inquisitor-apologist]

The only reason Zare Leonis and Ketsu Onyo weren’t recurring characters was because their dynamic with Ezra and Sabine was SO gay they couldn’t have hidden it.

[loevawrites]

Happy Valentine's day to all my fellow Maulsoka shippers! Want to read a story about them? Here you go ❤️

[bolithesenate]

okay, but do y'all see the vision?

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 16 minutes, 13 seconds

Original Work: without any strings attached by Flowerparrish

Clone Wars: Fox/Bail/Breha | Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Summary: 

Time spent on Alderaan with Breha always feels like a vacation.

Notes: podded for @flowerparrish's birthday 2024, with the theme of the day being "Vacation" | the start of the series (i just want) to love you well [PODFICS]

[thewistlingbadger]

Idk am I the only one that thinks dooku and Mace Windu had something?

[worlds-worst-ships]

Do you ship it?

[cirr0stratus]

shi burc’ya.

[punk-dad-sharkz]

i genuinely thought i was like the only person who shipped melshian bc i was like "literally who in the world would ship this, everybody ships cassian & jyn anyway" (no hate, genuinely, i love them) but then a post showed up on my dash and now... melshian content be upon yee

i will now be insufferable for 3 to 5 business days, if you followed me for anything else, sorry not sorry

[bilbosmom-belladonna]

I'd like to know more about ALL of your wips basically, but especially about "Teach My Hands to War", please? That is such an awesome title!!

Hey hey! Thanks so much for asking!!! 💜💜💜 WIP Ask Game here

I'm glad you like the title, I love it so much. Oddly enough it actually comes from a Bible verse, which is a very unusual source for me (an atheist) but there's all kinds of random stuff rattling around in my skull and that one just fit.

Psalms 144:1 Blessed be the Lord, my rock,  Who teacheth my hands to war, And my fingers to fight.

Anyway, this is the rarepair fic that I am being pretentiously mysterious about, partially because it's just so rare and weird I don't want to reveal it early and partially because I'm a little worried it's a nothingburger 🤣🤣

Suffice to say, the idea rose from a Discord discussion about clones in a no-Order 66 post-war situation; there are so many nice stories about their lives once they can choose for themselves and how happy they'll be. But I couldn't help but wonder what might happen to clones that didn't want to settle down or discover hidden passions or find happiness or whatever. Fighting is what they're good at, fighting is what they know. What if, for some of them, it's all they want to know?

So, the clone half of this rarepair sets off to find someone or something that can fulfill that need for him, and boy does he find it 😬 It ends up being two sons-of-bitches making each other worse (mostly) and making that everyone else's problem.

The below might end up in the story or it might just live as a character-vibes-exploration. I'm still churning through a lot for this story (like... the plot?) but I really want to get it out there someday soon-ish.

They forced him to retire. They gave him credits and opportunities and freedom with one hand and with the other they took away every last thing he actually wanted. No battalion, no command, no battles to win or objectives to reach. No fucking purpose.  All that was left behind was the itch under his skin, the ache burning through his veins, the endless need to fulfill his fucking birthright. [CLONE] hadn’t trained his whole life to farm or sell speeders or terraform some backwater shithole. He was made to fight. He was made for war.  But the galaxy had grown tired of war.

Thanks so much for playing!

[hastalavistabyebye]

I've unlocked a new rarepair the most random way ever.

I was just happily tinkering in my dragon raising!au, thinking about armor colors, when I noticed Ponds' armor color doesn't match with Neyo's even if they're in the same battalion. Neyo's definitely red. But Ponds is a sort of muddy red ? A bit like purple had been add ? in what I saw. And who has a purplish paintjob ? Bacara.

Ponds is a badass, loyal to a fault, straight in his boots. The entire Aurra Sing arc just show that, all back from the ship crash. He definitely would be Bacara's type.

My characterisation of Bacara is still sort of nebular but still. It feels like it could match, like it would be very nice.

So know I'm shipping Ponds/Bacara. Which is, after looking into ao3 tags, the most random, niche ship I could come up with. Awesome.

[anasartdump]

Here I am back with my Aaylakin bullshit out of pure spite 😤 I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP OKAY???

I did this a while ago bc I wanted something soft with them ���� they're just so cute together 😭

I really miss drawing them so I may work on some more art for them in the future, since I'm the only one shipping this, might as well make my own fancontent for them 😤

[blackat-t7t]

Watching from the Shadows

By blackat_t7t, for Siderea

Rated T

9,300 words

Feral Opress/Commander Fox

Feral is supposed to be keeping an eye on Sidious and reporting back to Maul. What happens to the Commander of the Coruscant Guard really shouldn't be any of his business.