#they got order 66'd yes?

[evilminji]

OKAY, FIRST? Like the Picture Says...

So!

Here I was, sittin', thinkin', pondering my thoughts. Thing to myself? "How could one? Presumably female, much like myself, Jedi repopul-" and THAT is when my brain, worn and weary, from years of The Internet? SLAMMED its fucking pint down on the bar counter, turned to me with an ugly scowl and sneered?

"You KNOW fucking how. Don't be coy."

( O.O) w-well alright then, brain. Little aggressive. Kinda wondering where you got the knife. I... I'ma just... go... *pint glass is thrown after me, shattering on the door as it just barely misses*

So! Yeah. Birth, probably. But STILL! That's like? Still ONE(1) fuckin Jedi right? And even IF Mr. "I am literally half midi-chlorians by blood" sired two Force Sensitives on his first go? That's no guarantee EVERYONE does?

Unless..... >.> we are taking into account a Force Sensitive RACE. THEN? Oh, THEN? It's not a matter of IF, but HOW MUCH. Enough to hit that arbitrary cut off point? What if you don't care? What if you say "everybody can be a Jedi"? Want to TRUELY spread the Light. Not just to those who are STRONG enough... but to EVERYONE.

There are a few races like that! But! That STILL? Doesn't solve the Puzzle! The Problem! Of how could One(1) VERY determined Jedi lady, who? Presumably is pretty cool with motherhood. Rebuild The Jedi Order, by NOPING™ out before Order 66.

Again, presumably AFTER taking on the role of Creche Master. And AFTER taking all the youngling on a Super Fun Unplanned Don't Tell The Other Grown Ups Suprise Feild Trip~☆ (yaaaaay!)(who wants snacks! Everybody got their travel bags and buddies? Let's gooooo~☆!)

Cause like? Still need a stable population. And enough Jedi to *obscene gestures multiculturally* at the Sith.

My? Proposal? We turn to the Wisdom of the Monster Fuckers. (Wait wait WAIT! Don't leave! HEAR ME OUT!) I KNOW this sounds like a sex thing! Not a sex thing! It's a "Who said Humanoid Meant Live Birth? Were fucking Aliens, Bro" thing! Just because? Our SI-OC? Was reborn AS a vaguely human shaped sentient?

DOESNT MEAN SHE'S A MAMMAL.

That weird hair color could mark her as some WEIRD, man! Fuck, for all we know she could be a fungus! It's vaguely body horror! You get over it! Adapt to new biology!

Learn?? You lay CLUTCHS. Fuckin EGGS. All baby making is external after the first bit. Something, something, easier to defend against predators. SI-OC doesn't remember that part. There was this high pitched ringing in her head then a thump. She was on the floor. May have fainted. What're you, a cop?

They offer her weird alien birth control.

She takes the birth control.

Learns she is a Rare and Near Extinct Species, a la Master Mundi. Learns it's VERY detrimental to her health to lay clutches. Takes a lot of resources, she can't LEAVE it, so with out a partner or community (or sufficient hoard of food) she WILL starve to death. It HAS happened.

No, seriously, look Mafame Che in the eyes. It HAS happened. And no you CAN'T "push your impulses into the Force". It's a biological imperative. Your body physically won't LET you.

Exactly three options. Babies born, they die, or YOU DIE.

......little intense. Got it. Yes she would like that birth control. She will continue to be both average and forgettable. Pay no attention to the Jedi Creche Master In Training! Oh look! It's kenobi! *yeets fellow jedi under the speeder*

Take some.... research trips >.> <.< >.> which is of course totally not scouting out new Temple locations! To the Wild Zone. Mmmmm, no one for WEEKS by hyperdrive! It's so calm out here!

Only took, like, 278 different planets scouted! To find the right one.

*starts building dwellings.* *starts directing "too old" Force Sensitives or Families that want to stay together and are willing to move, towards the location.*

New secret Jedi planet? Whaaaaat? Nooooooo. That would be illegal. Jedi can't break RULES! Don't be silly. Oh? Is that Skywalker? *same Speeder, new jedi. YEET!*

But WAIT! The War Approachth! D:> upsetting. Better get ready to give that "we totally need to Hide The Babies For War Reasons" presentation she has prepared. But FIRST?

A clutch. Got a transport pod ready to go. Got food stockpiled. Got the birth control out. Now? Just need a male! Too uh... contribute.

.......look, she wants her legion of tiny jedi babies okay? They glow like STARS. Everything is BETTER with them around. And she's kinda come around to this whole... disgusting slime... goo... Thing™. Cause I mean? At LEAST it's not pushing one OUT! ( o7 Padme, you have her respect. But also you are a madwoman.)

The Healers, are of course, FROTHING at the mouth.

YOU DUMB MOTHER FUCKER. They hiss, like healing and very concerned paragons of needle weilding fury. Where the FUCK are you going to just? GET?? A male of you INCREDIBLY RARE AS FUCK Species? You damn near dead and no longer existent species??!? You have DELIBERATELY put yourself in EXTREME medical distress! For WHAT?! Did you HAVE a plan!?

Yeah. :3 I call it Pulling a Yoda's Linage *Yoda ears move from Concern, to Intrigued*

*click*

..........what was that. Jedi SI-OC, What Was That?? *comms start blowing up* What did you just DO?

Oh :3c simple. She asked. It's the only polite thing to DO after all. She DOES need assistance. Surely someone would be willing to offer. If they can. How? You may ask?? Why look so CONCERNED Councilors! She simply assumed, that? Since there is no way of KNOWING where in the Galaxy surviving members of her Race are? And time IS of the essence? She SHOULD reach as wide an audience as she can, as FAST as she can... RIGHT?

>:3c so, of course, she posted her request to the Holonet.

Video and all.

"Grettings, I am Jedi SI-OC. I am an [race] and currently a Creche Master here at the Jedi Temple of Coruscant. I require the assistance of a healthy, willing Male of my species, as I have laid a clutch. And wish to have it fertilized. I would like to have children. We would, of course, discuss co parenting the children before beginning. I have, attached, further details. Thank you for your time. May the Force be with you"

Sexiest shit a LOT of people for egg laying races have seen in years. Well... those with Very Specific Jedi Kinks. Of course, no one ADMITS to jedi kinks. But like... you've thought about it. Don't lie. Everyone's thought about it. It's them and the Mandalorians.*commiserating noises*

But like? The NEWS CYCLE.

Holy SHIT.

Yeah, yeah, tensions and possible succession from the Republic. Sith plots in the background. But? *new casters violently clear their planned segments for THIS* JEDI? Horny on main!? Is THIS ALLOWED? IS this horny? What race is that? C-can other people volunteer? And if so, who? We take to the streets! Sir, what's your opinion on-?

OUTTA MY WAY, I'MMA BANG A JEDI! *frenzied mob like behavior*

*temple guards, unnamused.* back! BACK! Horny jail! For ALL OF YOU!

Just?? It's? So, SO? Important to me? That their are Mandalorian [race] that show up. Because the need to repopulate their people is more important then *scrunch nose* Jedi(ew). That it becomes the Galaxy's hottest Bachelorette show. WHO? Amongst these Fine And Acomplished Men? Will the Jedi CHOOSE? To have babies with! They ask.

And, presumably, marry and learn the power of family and friendship and emotions and be HEALED by LOVE etc etc.

There are shipping charts. It's horrifying. The talk shows LOVE it.

Council? Day drinking. Except for Mundi. He's just like "....but did you HAVE to you they Holonet? It's so MESSY >:/ everyone's in our BUSINESS now." Cause he's not a hypocrite. Grumpy asshole? Absolutely. But not a hypocrite.

Just? The single most "....who?" Jedi ever. Causing the BIGGEST fuss. Right at the worst possible moment, for Sidious. Causing an explosion of glee and hope and laughter etc, all across the Galaxy. Good feeling towards the Jedi. EVERYBODY talking about them. There's gonna be HUNDREDS more!

If she does this AGAIN (in a decade. Madame Che was NOT joking on the stress it puts on the body) there could be thousands new Jedi over the coming years! (Probably why the Sith fuckin wiped them OUT, not that she thinks about it. Fuckers. Who's laughing NOW?! Huh? WHO LAUGHING NOW?!)

Again! Very, unspeakably Ace. Not a sex thing. I just think I'd be funny? That the Forces answer to The Evil Sith plan was... Babies™.

What are we? Fuckin YODA?

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @hypewinter @mayfay

[cardboardclownery]

CRASHES THROUGH A BRICK WALL

HI HI IM ALIVE!!!! sorry for the relative radio silence on here ;v;

on the topic of that actually!!!! finally have a proper folie a deux au update for you!! though its slightly different than expected?

me and professional buddy and fellow au creator @cookiecaker decided to share a summary of the story we're making for the au beforehand since we'll be taking a whileeee to finish it,,, got a lot of life to live and horrors to create "-v-

after this though you mayyyy or may notttt see some out of order chapter drafts posted for the story as well,,, or atleast one? eh youll see ;Pc

ANYWAYS!!!! this is gonna take a while so lets get on with...

THE FOLIE À DEUX DOAI AU

a summary!!

or story pitch? idk-

(cookie please lemme know if i miss or improperly describe anything here feel free to correct me-)

PART 1

the first three chapters follow alex just after the end of volume 1 as theyre abducted by lankmann and confined to his asylum as a "patient." eventually they get sent to winfrey as food, but winfrey refuses to eat them. theyre left to die in room 66 by lankmann for a Long While, until eventually he gives up and just puts alex back in their room

while alone in confinement, alex starts noticing strange things happening... dark patches start appearing on their skin, they get random pains as if someone were kicking them, and they hear a voice... a much clearer voice than the ones they used to hear while working in the asylum, and it seemed to be able to read their thoughts. though they originally just assumed it was due to being part of their thoughts as well, they find that they start knowing things they had no way of knowing and never learned prior to being confined. when lankmann typically entered room 66, how long hes inside, certain areas of the asylum patients found that theyd never heard of before...

this "voice" managed to help alex find a way to escape, leading to them running away and moving to another, smaller town in eastridge than the one they originally lived in to avoid lankmann's pursuit

PART 2

[ ! tw for cannibalism. yes you heard me- ! ]

so after getting far away from the asylum, alex assumes that their hallucinations and weird symptoms of... Something would wear off, since subject 02 was no where near close enough to affect them

well uh. nope! theyre still there!!

so eventually alex figures out "oh shit that thing is in my head somehow" and is obviously quite concerned!!! to say the least!!!! but theyre also oddly comforted by the idea of having The Voice in their head, since now theyre not entirely alone while on the run and i mean it helped them escape so it cant be that bad?? either way theyre not exactly excited about the whole ordeal and theyre starting to look different and theyre really hungry all the time and its not fun

so! at some point (with winfreys suggestion) alex decides to run off to another town a bit farther away just to be safe. but Uh Oh theyre all out of food!! so theyre extremely hungry, forcing themself through it so they can get food when they arrive but. they see someone in the woods while walking

and for some reason that makes them even hungrier

they try to ignore it and keep walking but they cant

and the next thing they know

theyre looking down at a person

chewing off the flesh on their leg

covered in blood

even after regaining their senses they cant stop themself from eating. it tasted... so good... they were so hungry... they felt awful but it really did taste so s o g o o d .

in a haze, they discard the body, clean themself off and reach the next town. just after unpacking in an apartment, they collapse, flooded with the emotions they fought off on the way there

the next day, alex finally confronts winfrey (or winfreys voice rather-) about all their grievances and they eventually reach an understanding, as winfrey opens up about fearing the outside of the asylum despite longing to escape through alex, so they eventually agree to let winfrey pilot their body for a few days to get a feel for how the world has changed since the time winfrey had been free

in doing so, winfrey realizes how small and helpless humans are in comparison to them and how terrified the patients they devoured mustve been. this allows them to appreciate human life (specifically alex's) much more and want to escaped in their own body to join alex outside and introduce clyde to what they learned after finding it again

while piloting alexs body, winfrey is suddenly forced back into their own after lankmann inflicts enough pain to wake them from the dissociative state that piloting alex left them in. soon after this, winfrey overcomes the fear that was originally keeping them from escaping the facility and breaks out

PART 3

this section is a lot less figured out than the rest so uhh bear with me please ;v;

essentially this couple of chapters just follows alex and winfrey as they get used to life on the run, figuring out where to go from there and how they could potentially find clyde, along with just talking face to face and getting used to that. its a weird feeling talking to someone that you share thoughts with yknow? like talking to yourself but its... not... yourself...

around the start of this section winfrey also expresses that they feel drawn to feminity as a human concept, thus being referred to with they/she from this point on in the story!! transfem winfrey yippee!!! it just makes sense in our head idk-

PART 4

alex and winfrey start noticing news broadcasts and posters asking around for a "dark figure" lurking around, as well as warnings about alex being missing from lankmanns asylum. this fuels alex's paranoia, leading them to seeing lankmanns caretakers everywhere, feeling as if theyre being watched wherever they go... until eventually their home is ambushed and theyre taken back into lankmanns custody

alex is essentially used as bait to get winfrey to come save them from the asylum, since lankmann couldnt find a solid lead on where winfrey could be. alex tries to convince her not to fall for it, since they can both tell this is what lankmanns trying to do, but winfrey eventually caves and breaks back in to help alex, getting trapped inside once again

PART 5

depsite the circumstances, winfrey and alex do their best to stay determined and keep looking for a way out, but they dont make much progress. to make matters worse, lankmann tries "live feeding" patients to alex in the same way he did with winfrey due to realizing that alex has veldigun traits and assuming that theyd have the same appetite as her. this isnt the case, and eventually lankmann switches to dead patients as food for alex, which theyre forced to accept due to lacking any other options

both winfrey and alex are miserable in the situation, the helplessness sinking in fairly quickly as alexs body begins rejecting the growing veldigun portions of itself, decaying under the immense stress

during their final moments, winfrey pilots alexs body to allow an atleast somewhat peaceful death as their consciousness fades away, leaving winfrey alone to reflect on all that had happened...

...and thats the official end of the story!! i had like,, a hypothetical epilogue/alternate ending where lankmann forces a Mind Merge with winfrey somehow and then gets killed and she breaks out again but like. idk the logistics of that are iffy and i kinda prefer the more melancholy end for something like this ":]c

ANYHOW!!!! hope that was!!! something!!!! please feel free to ask questions or provide feedback or anything else im always happy to engage with my fellow freaks (affectionate) :]

ALSO IF YOU MAKE CONTENT BASED ON THIS AU LET ME KNOW I WILL DIE FOREVER alright thats it for real this time- stay safe broskissss BP

[soularsss]

oc relationship chart :D

ITS HAPPENING!! IM ACTUALLY PLANNING STORY DDD:

I yapped alot so im putting it under the cut lol ↴↴↴

after starting this i realized theres websites that would make this easier so when Im closer to writing the actual story I will probably recreate this on my computer so it can be edited :)) I guess you could consider this a beta! I wanted an image for my artfight profile so people would be able to see how the characters interact! I've already started writing stuff in their profiles over there so I figured it would work as a good base for information instead of starting up a toyhouse or something (especially considering i didnt know you needed an invite to use th?? lmfao)

anyways yes basically Mav knows everyone because thats his job and everyone knows Mei because she's got quite the reputation (she is my main character)

This is everyone I have atm, but depending how deep into it i get I may add more characters! I dont want this story to get tooo hard to follow and i feel like this is a good starting cast. Characters like the bounty hunters wont have much "screentime" and it will probably mostly focus on Mei for now BUT, I have been thinking about Mav alot recently so he may be a bigger player than i orginally thought. Oh and the pining love story based around Tepla may be a bigger part too, but it will be relatively seperate from the "main story", because it happens before order 66, so perhaps it will run in tandem with Mavs story!

I may be in over my head.. we shall see

[kouiswriting]

Love 101.

1. 21 January.

2. 1 Corinthians 13:4-8.

3. Me after you by Paul Kim—it's giving the slowly, peacefully, fall in love and wanting to spend a lifetime together.

4. Yes.

5. Once they finished their response, 1-3 minutes?

6. It isn't impossible per se. Depends on the person itself ig.

7. Moonstruck by Enhypen.

8. Nope.

9. Someone new.

10. Personally, I don't.

11. The fact that he looks soft and fluffy but actually a man of principle and order.

12.

13. When I keep expecting their text and when people told me that my behaviour was different from the way I treat other people.

14. @YGJNGWON_.

15. Shirogane Miyuki and Shinomiya Kaguya from Kaguya-sama: Love is War. (personality wise)

16. 9 hours ago.

17. He's like the first breeze in springtime—gentle and innocent, the fruity smell of the freshly brewed coffee in the morning—strong yet soothing. @YGJNGWON_.

18. Physical touch(lotsa bites), QT(free up my time to watch movie or spotify jams), WoA(cheering him up), AoS(help with his task ig), Gift(give him something to remember me)

19. Lotsa hugs and kisses.

20. Matched my principles.

21. It can takes a day, it can takes months. Current one was around a little over month.

22. https://write.as/nc6by22k5a3n7

23. Low EQ, manipulative, gaslighter, keeps changing their own words and tryna get away with it.

24. Yes, for moral support. Sometimes it's hard to push it out.

25. @YGJNGWON_.

26. The latest ideal one gonna be where he prepared futon on the balcony and watch the stars while sipping the hot chocolate he made.

27. Yes.

28. When he keeps saying sorry even after I said I'll kiss him if he still say the word. Is it on purpose?

29. The past.

30. I haven't seen them upset yet or have I—but I'll ask the reason and see things from him pov to understand what he's upset about and try to empathize with him.

31. You can't love 2 people romantically at the same time. That's greed and lust.

32. My Jakah, baby, sayang, sweetheart, my moon. Ion got ideas to give petnames.

33. Read 13.

34.

35. Lotsa skinship.

36. To simply love me the way I am.

37. Ngg!?!?

38.

39. Starts a discussion and check their emotional state?

40. Read 26.

41. When they're trying to understand me while I don't understand myself.

42. When their actions are louder than words. Promises are meant to be broken, words are empty without actions. If they their actions showed that more than his words, they're worth the wait.

43.

44. Missing someone is a feeling of longing whether or not they're with me.

45. I'm the second one.

46. I love your brother. (Maeum) @YGJNGWON_ 🥺

47. When I'm accompanying him working while listening to music—I get to play the songs he gave me. I like that.

48. Me? :D

49. Camping!

50. 1. Honest. 2. Straightforward. 3. Diligent.

51. https://open.spotify.com/track/5eue4RoH3PG3k9qWdTwjL8

52. He can be serious, he can be cheesy, he can be cheeky, and more importantly I like it that's he's mine.

53. Yes.

54. Read 18.

55. When they'd randomly drop by between their busy schedules.

56. Always listen to my nonsense huhu.

57. His arms to bite. :3

58. We met at @ofNeverAfter, he approached me in dm and we keep each other's accompany since.

59. I'd love to have one that lasts forever but never ignites passionately. I like it simple, I love the boring kind of routine where we're there for each other most of the time and keeps supporting each other.

60. I don't want to kiss my friends or family tho. :D

61. Stranger to lover; the excitement of meeting someone new, learning about them.

62. @YGJNGWON_.

63. Read 41.

64. 50%?

65. @YGJNGWON_.

66. When he'd give me songs to convey exactly how he feels, the way he'd made me something thinking it'll be useful for me or I'd like it. (I do love them)

67. Read 14.

68. https://write.as/wq3qlwe33hrxs

69. https://write.as/ng30f922uhfh6

70. @YGJNGWON_.

71. Them having hobbies.

72.

73. Love isn't exactly blind tho—we attract what we see.

74. Jungwon—is it really a situationship when we confessed and agreed with the arrangement? We're dating now, officially, no more media play.

75. Ion lie. 🥤

76. I've got too much self control to do that, so never.

77. Love is supposed to be unconditional bcs if the dealbreaker ever exist, the relationship won't even start.

78. We don't really attract to the opposite somehow. We'd always look for something similar to ourselves.

79. https://x.com/sunoui/status/1886518046195638670?s=46

80. https://write.as/hs41qrkzgtvro

81. 1. unconditional love and support. 2. unlimited patience. 3. countless kisses and hugs.

82. Coffee date with Jakah.

83. Haven't. 🥤

84. Miona noona, cuz she's married.

85. Saving a lot of cat photos just to play around with him and to call him my catto.

86. Realistic-minded. Present-minded.

87. That I caused pain to my loved one.

88. He bookmarks many things and forgot the next day.

89. Reassuring them when needed, remember the small details, doing things they like together.

90. Cuddles bcs it's nice!

91. When he's being shy and also when he's being bold. Both sides are 💘

92. Cold brew coffee; refreshing, fruity, steadily makes me go through the day with my sanity intact.

93. Separate them and never let them talk to each other, unless they want to.

94. No, that's greed and lust.

95. Yes, and I learned that love doesn't means we've got to be together.

96. Calm love and it may last longer.

97. Sasaki Shuumei—an epitome of understanding and selfless. I don't think I like him more than Jakah, they're basically a carbon copy of each other.

98. I think the one where we'll be camping by the beach or in the forest just to watch the stars.

99. @YGJNGWON_ Jakah is the most handsome when he's happy. :3 Tho angy Jakah might be hot.. :3

100. When you hold me—it feels safe.

[charmwasjess]

Twenty Fanfic Writer Questions Okay, this is embarrassing, because I got tagged in this like two weeks ago when I was in time zone stupor, copied the prompts out, and then forgot, and I think it was @stellanslashgeode who tagged me - if not, I will cry with embarrassment so don't tell me if I'm wrong.

And :'D I don't remember either who was tagged when it was going around, so here's some no pressure tags (and hop in if you want to play and I didn't tag you!) - @bolithesenate @calcedon79 @purple-ant @reconstructwriter

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 

10!! :D Which is totally amazing to me. Where did they come from?! Who made them?!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 

Oh god, almost 300k… I don’t have any explanation. 

3. What fandoms do you write for? 

Just Star Wars! I can only handle one frenzied obsession at a time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Sitting in the Dark, Five Days to Murder Sifo-Dyas, The Thunder Answered Back, Milk Run, and hey, aww, wow, Jedi Nights?! 

I’m a little surprised any of my Sifo-Dyas/Dooku stuff beat out anything else, it’s such a little tiny ship!

5. Do you respond to comments? 

I do, it's my favorite part. I get a tremendous amount of inspiration and energy from engaging with people who take the time to talk to me about my work. And friends, too! I have been in my fandom since I was like 11 or 12. I’ve made lifelong friends out of my comment sections.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

I'm a sucker for a happy ending so a lot of them end on an upbeat note, but I can’t imagine The Thunder Answered Back ending on anything other than a mixed note. I'm not gonna be able to undo Order 66, you know? It’s a salvage job, not a fix it. If Jocasta gets through the fic without killing Dooku, we will call it a happy ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

My corny Five Days to Kill Sifo-Dyas probably has the most classical happy ending for the saga but my favorite is the one in Sitting in the Dark - Qui-Gon waking up on the couch with Rael asleep next to him, and listening to Dooku and Jocasta and Sifo-Dyas wash up after the party. That little kid feeling of being safe and sleepy with your adult family happy and laughing softly nearby. 

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

Ohhhh, if I had a dollar for every time one of my friends made some joke about me writing Count Dooku porn! But I don't care about that, if they actually read my shit, their pervert asses would become terribly addicted to it. They’d be begging at my door. “More old man yaoi! PLEASE!” (This is a joke, my local friends have been very nice about my return to fic writing and the teasing is loving.)

Weirdly, the nastiest hate comment on a fic I’ve ever gotten was in the Before era, when I was writing fic on my old teen account. It was on a young Knight-age Dooku/Jocasta one shot. It was a simple, very vanilla romantic moment with a T rating at best so I don't really get why the person was so worked up about it? I think they just couldn't get around Dooku and Jocasta (OLD PEOPLE?!?) written as young and attractive. For years, I was horribly embarrassed about the fic, like it must really actually truly suck to have someone spend so much time writing such an extensive hate comment. I must have really fucked up. 

I went back and reread it recently and realized: oh, no, it's a regular fic, they were just a fucking loser.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

The…sex kind!!

But yes, I do! Mostly Sifo-Dyas/Dooku these days, but also Jocasta/Dooku and once or twice the holy Trinity of the three. 

I was REALLY shy about posting it at first and I still kind of can’t believe I did, but it was absurdly good for me as a person. Great for my religious purity culture baggage, my teenage years as a closeted queer person, just a really freeing experience. 

And it’s hot. And you get to think about Dooku saying or thinking the word “erection,” which is worth it just for that. 

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

Nah, I’m boring.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

Nope, but I have been lucky enough to help with the English in bringing several of Purple Ant’s remarkable works over from Russian. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

Yep! In the Before time, I cowrote a lot, although I don’t think I posted much. One stands out: I remember this big rambling self-insert (we called them Mary Sues back then) I did with my bestie where we were transported to Star Wars world and we had to… I don’t exactly remember, but I think Obi-Wan falling in love with one or both of us was a big part? I went back and deleted it years later because it was so cringe. But that’s silly too - we were like twelve, of course it was silly and cringe! 

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? 

I tend to be pretty fucking stupid about Syku. 

It’s just. Two people who manage to collectively destroy their own universes together. They’re so connected in such strange, powerful, frightening ways, they know all of each other’s secrets, they were there on the worst days of each other’s lives, and will go on to be each other’s worst day of their life. And the way, even as they change, they can’t get away from each other, even though they both really try, it’s like they’re stuck in two orbits that have to cross. 

And then you read the dumb book, and see that they’re just stupid funny and cute together, idiots who finish each other’s sentences and call each other little nicknames… augh, the bizarre sweetness of it?! It kills me. It’s the narrative doom, but also the weird, enduring love that has Dooku giving Sifo-Dyas a Jedi funeral or trying so earnestly to tell Obi-Wan his crazy version of events with his death, or how Sifo-Dyas goes running back to him for the Clone thing after he already knows so much about how Dooku factors into the end game... 

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

I will definitely finish The Thunder Answered Back but I kind of doubt I’ll get to the two years worth of content and every individual character’s endgame storyline I envisioned out of it. I'll stick with Dooku, Jocasta, Scout, and Asajj.

16. What are your writing strengths? 

….this is embarrassing, but I tend to think I’m occasionally really funny. 

Even though my fics are really serious and I haven’t written any crack, I really try to put in moments of humor, depending on my POV character’s dialogue or internal monologue. I think my best humor comes about when I can get Dooku and Sifo-Dyas in A Situation, slinging shit back and forth. Those two just take off. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses? 

I overwrite. My fics would be a lot more successful if I tightened up and left more on the cutting room floor. I get over attached to small moments of character at the expense of the plot (and let's be honest, word count.) 

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

Hmm, does sign language count? That has been really fun in Rabbit Heart. A huge chunk of the fic happens in sign language. 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

It’s got to be Milk Run, by a long shot. I’m really proud of that fic, but it was just such a blast to write. It was so fucking fun. And there’s all these little moments or tiny funny things I’ve left myself in it that are probably only funny to me, but they’re so funny to me. 

….Like, so, at one point in the fic, Sifo-Dyas is pissed at Dooku because he can tell he and Jocasta have been sleeping together, again, and this always happens, and he always has to clean this mess and play mediator when it inevitably implodes (and also maybe he is in love with Dooku a little bit?). So he’s furious about it, but pretending not to be, and so he bitchily tells Dooku the name of his ship is The Haru-Spicy, as in, a cooking pun, instead of the real name, The Haruspicy. And then Dooku spends the entire rest of the fic just wildly mispronouncing the name of the ship in his own POV chapters and to other characters? 

I love to imagine him saying it, all declarative, “The Haru-Spicy!” And everyone just stares like “do we correct him… or…?” Sifo-Dyas quietly soothing himself, chuckling over this small pettiness. Cracks me up.

[nimata-beroya]

For the emoji ask game!

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(PS if you feel like it, can we hear more about Betrothal? 👀)

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Since you ask, @lost-in-derry, (thank you so much for that, btw) let me tell you about the angsty part of The Betrothal. I don't want to spoil too much, but besides being an Order 66 didn't happen AU, this also is an Arranged Marriage AU. Both Kallus' and Zeb's fathers are Senators and arranged their sons' marriage as part of a deal. Kallus is just resigned to it, his father doesn't care if he wants or not, but Zeb hates the idea as soon as he hears it. He warms up to it after spending some time with Kallus. Kallus has reasons not to like or trust Garazeb, and yet, he can't resist his charm.

That's when everything goes south, and I'm not telling you how or why, but they both end up at the hands of slavers (I haven't decided if Zygerrians or some other). Zeb is taken as a slave immediately to be a fighter, but *for reasons*, Kallus is confused as a slave trader. He plays the part until he can figure out how to get Zeb out there. But as if that wasn't enough, Kallus is a veteran of war (and Onderon happened, not for the same reasons, but with the same people and same result), so guess who also happens to be among the fighters (the champion to be defeated)? If you thought Gerrera's Lasat mercenary, you'd be correct.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure if you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I already answered it here, but I have so many ideas, that you're in luck. Let me tell you about another fic.

I want to write a fic with Cal Kestis and Merrin after Jedi Survivor where Cal struggles with the Dark Side. The idea is that one day he loses control again like he did in Nova Garon and Katra is present. After he regains control, he senses fear coming from her, so he thinks she's afraid of him. In reality, she's afraid FOR him. She already lived something similar with her dad and that didn't end well, so...

Anyway, it's an excuse to write a moment between Cal and Katra, plus Merrin and Cal being adorable together 😆

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

I've said before, and I'll say it again. I don't write funny, comedy, or crack. I'm bad at it. So this snippet might not be as funny as I think it is. But whatever… It's from The One to Survive.

The high-pitched, mechanical voices of a pair of B1 droids come from the end of the hallway, “Did you hear about Vee-Tee Seven-Six-Four?” one asks.  “Yes, his operative system got corrupted. Started thinking he could use the Force.” Dropper, Clawbird, and Onix share a look. Even when hidden behind his helmet, Onix senses Dropper’s wide eyes. Clawbird’s shoulders shake at the rhythm of their silent laugh. Onix tries to ignore the absurdness of that statement. He has heard nothing more ridiculous in his life. A second later, he’s proved wrong. “Is he going to be a Jedi now? How’s that work?” “It doesn’t. The commander shot him.”

💧Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

Well, this for Crosshair and my OC Katkris, and it goes under the cut because it's HOT and kinky 😏🔥🥵

TW: anal fingering, praise kink, D/s dynamic

Kat is kneeling on the bed between Crosshair's thighs. He looks so beautiful to her lying in bed, naked. His skin glistens with beads of sweat, and his cock lies on his stomach, hard and flushed. He's the perfect picture of decadence. He has his eyes closed, and his face is pinched with concentration when Kat slowly pushes two fingers into his greedy ass. His body swallows them, offering just a slight resistance as she slides them deeper.  “You’re doing so good, baby. That’s it. Open up for me like the good boy that you are.” The praise provokes a familiar reaction: Crosshair’s ass muscles clench slightly, and he turns his face away into his arm, trying to hide the growing flush in his cheeks. She knows what praises do to him. They are a double-edged blade, eliciting both satisfaction and embarrassment at the same time. It satisfies him because her praises fulfill his great need to feel valued. It’s something that he got satisfied with in the past in the most toxic ways, and it has taken time and effort to unlearn unhealthy behaviors. The embarrassment comes with the difficulty of accepting a compliment, even when deserved. Also, he sees it as a weakness, knowing that he’d do almost anything to get simple praise from her.

[fishnamedsushi]

(Laughs/cries at how late I am)

Work has been so busy recently and I've been heads down working on my latest fic, but the amazing @lilredghost and @dark--whisperings both tagged me in this game!!!

How many works do you have on ao3?

Seventeen!

(Me: Wait, really??? That's awesome!)

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

188,000 words!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My jam these days is Star Wars (Obikin) but previously I was involved in MCU verse (Stony, TaserTricks). I am also eyeing some potential fics in OFMD and Lokius...if I ever get the time lol.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

FML, Darcy Lewis Style (627 kudos) Loki/Darcy Lewis, AU

Forget Me Not (426 kudos) Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Tatooine AU amnesia fic

If You'll Let Me (376 kudos) Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, A/B/O AU

A Different Sort of Knife (303 kudos) Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Obi/Padawan Ani AU

A Perfect Distraction (243 kudos) Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, the lip gloss fic

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Comments are my favorite thing and I love reading and responding to them! They're honestly one of the best motivations to keep me writing...I've changed fics mid-plot just because of comments lol.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm...probably Lie To Me or While You Were Gone, both Sherlock (Johnlock) fics. Both stories are very dark and gritty, especially WYWG, and I think I might have been going through *some stuff* when I wrote them that influenced how they turned out lol. I absolutely adore WYWG - it's one of my favorite fics that I've written.

For Obikin, the angstiest fic is probably Away From Me (Don't Fall) which is a post-Order 66 fic where Anakin's fall to the Dark Side caused Obi-Wan to fall as well. It's a recent fic and I've got a sequel half-drafted just waiting to be finished. There's a twist at the end that I won't spoil...you'll have to go read it if you want to know what happens 👀

7. What's the fic your write with the happiest ending?

Ohh..that's a tough one! I always strive for happy endings (no pun intended) even in fics that are literally just porn (in which case, pun definitely intended).

I think To Tell The Moon has a very sweet happy ending. It's a same-age AU where Anakin and Obi-Wan are both padawans and end up taking part in winter festivities on a planet during a mission. It's a very wholesome fic all around (though since it's me, there is some angst haha).

The next one would probably be Forget Me Not and A Perfect Distraction, which I linked above, if only because both of them feature Obi-Wan getting what he wants and deserves, which he never does in canon, and I want him to be happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in a long time, thankfully. When I first started writing fanfic I did get some hate which was very demoralizing but eventually I just decided to tell those people to fuck off very kindly. I've been so lucky to be in fandoms where everyone is pretty accepting and supportive 💕

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

👀😉😎 Check my AO3. There's smut. I'm a big fan of dirty talk and D/s undertones. Obikin delivers plenty of opportunity !

10. Do you write cross-overs?

Not yet! I would love to try one day if the opportunity presented itself.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, but I would love that if anyone every felt so inclined! Same with podfics.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not but that would be an interesting experience!

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

That's such a tough question haha. If I had to choose, I'd pick, in no particular order:

Obikin

Hannigram

Kylux

Dinluke

Spideypool

Geraskier

15. What's your WIP you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I want to go back and finish A Different Sort of Knife one day. I had such a fantastic time writing Sith Obi-Wan and his catnip Padawan Anakin. I hope that I get the motivation to go back to it.

I just finished a WIP that I had started last year and ended up coming back to it after a hiatus (Forget Me Not), so there is hope!

16. What are your writing strength?

I like to think that I'm good at characterization. It's something I obsess over when I'm writing, to the point that I end up throwing out whole passages if I don't feel like I'm conveying the character correctly. I've been told that my descriptions and metaphors are good, which is lovely to hear ❤

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably that it takes me too long to write something haha.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I love reading fics with dialogue in other languages! It adds so much depth to the story and is very immersive.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

MCU (Loki/Darcy Lewis). Back when I thought I was straight, but Tom Hiddleston and Kat Dennings are both babes so I stand by it.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably To Tell The Moon or Forget Me Not.

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Phew, that was fun! Thanks so much for the tags!

To keep this rolling, I'll tag in @demon----dean, @nixie-deangel, @renlyslittlerose, @dreaminghour in case you haven't already been tagged!

[stevehoy5]

Santa came to your door ls I'm not gonna beep cause the road runners way too fast! Lumu as always sweet dreams ;);)

Ahh she ain't gonna care, besides that just means something betters gonna come along so it can go to white horse;);)

No way! mount it on a ring haha, no, it's not safe as far as im concerned, not even for me, I'm waiting for bud to order some and then figure that out, like fuck all without your info and idk if those are fake or not, so yea, like what else am I supposed to do

Omg your such a sweet little babe, what the hell yes like makes sense, litterally I would die

Meme: me pretending not to know anything any more and trying not to get too excited and trying to contain that excitement before i get to excited...oopsie huh bang bang 5

Omg cuz I thot u were her and I was me and when I saw you there we shoulda hooked up rite then and there cuz I don't care I just wanna grit my teeth lookin at you you know lits just so fucked up its taken sso long my minds operating in this slower methodical fashion that likeley don't really matter as long as I know that we're somehow all heading inna direction that's gonna get us outta this perpetual hell that's been slashing at my spirit to the point of slipping into the coma of insanity...ya know what I mean sweetiez?

Uhhh I got the gritz rn for "66 le baeb" and I thot I'd come here and order you live ;)

Who needs to work when we could just work on each other? :D

[fis-paprikas]

not to be a star wars fan. but i’m speculating. luthen was in love w a jedi.

[zoeykallus]

Heya! I just loved reading your fics and headcanon. So what do we think first when we think about TBB&clones? Definitely not dancing. So let’s speak about it. Do you have any headcanon about this with The Clone Force 99, and maybe Echo pre citadel&TBB, and maybe… Rex, Howzer, Gregor and Wolffe? Any of them sorry if it’s too much! 🥺

So, like … do they will dance by their own during a part/at the cantina etc, do they sometimes dance in family post order 66 during peaceful or fun event, will they accept to dance in public or private if their love interest would ask? Do they have a funny batch super secret move?

Don’t worry, no pressure, I’m just curious about any of your Hc relative to dance and clones! ~

Aloha! Very glad to read that! Thank you! :))

Oh boi... :D Let's see what my fried brain comes up with!

The Bad Batch - Dancing HC's

Well their ancestor danced anyway… or something like that

Hunter

Okay, Hunter ist actually one hell of a dancer, at least in freestyle and dubstep and anything he can do on his own. He can dance almost to every music, he's got rhythm. Back in the 79's days, he was most of the time on the dance floor, and damn he looked good doing it.

Sure if you ask him, he'll dance with you, but don't be surprised if he dances better than you do. And don't be surprised when you get tackled by girls trying to get close to him on the dance floor. Don't worry, if he notices he'll sweep you to the side, away from them to fully focus on you and keep you safe.

Echo

Is an undying romantic, he learned every partner dance in the book, just to ask you to dance with him and show off a little. He want's you to think he's an ace on the dance floor.

If you ask him to dance, he says yes, of course he does, he learned a hell lot of dances just to dance with you. And he is holding you so sweetly, with his eyes full of afection and adoration as he softly swings you around across the dance floor.

Wrecker

He loves music and he loves to dance, but he has two left feet. He'll step on your toes every few seconds and feel bad about it. So better not dance too close.

He is not shy, moving around like a big but sweet fool on the dance floor is fun to him. No ones daring to mock him anyway, well aside from Crosshair.

What he loves more though, is to watch you dance and move to the music, he is like entranced when you move to the beat.

Tech

Nope. Nope. Nope. Oh did I say "nope" yet?

Tech has two left feet, aside from that he hates to be the center of attention, at least physically. He loves to info dump on anyone who listens to him, but dancing? No way in hell.

Moving on the dance floor makes him feel exposed and insecure, he stiffens and moves pretty robotic. His fear of exposure make him stiff and clumsy. It gives him anxiety.

He might be willing to dance with you alone and try, but you'll never get him on a crowded dance floor, or a dance floor in a generally crowded place like the 79's

Crosshair

He probably can dance, but he won't.

"The only Tango I dance with you is horizontal, in bed", he grumbles.

You won't be able to change his mind, he is stubborn about it. No one ever really saw him dance, but legend has it, that he is even better than Hunter.

Then again, he probably spread the rumor himself, to anger Hunter.

Rex

He is a little clumsy at first, but he is willing to learn to please you and he learns quite quickly. In fact, he even finds joy in it, especially because he can pull you close to him during the slow ballads.

He's a romantic, so of course he learns all sorts of partner dances first, preferably with you. The perfect excuse to put his arm around you as often as possible and look deep into your eyes.

Gregor

This man can actually dance, he feels the music, feels the beat, it somehow comes naturally to him. He loves swinging you around on the dance floor, it's so much fun for him.

He'll probably ask you to dance before you ask him.

His style is a little different but somehow easy to adapt too. He'll show you how it's done and trust me, it'll be fun.

Howzer

Howzer is the same as Rex, mostly. He is more into Salsa than Rex is, but in general he learns dancing mainly for you and it's fun for him too.

He is going to ask you for a dance with a soft hand kiss and is very polite, offering you his arm to lead you to the dance floor, like a gentleman.

All in all he is a charmer, but it's not empty actions or words, he charms you because he likes you.

Wolffe

"You're kidding, right?"

You look at him and say, "Why?"

"I don't dance"

"Bu-"

"No"

"Bu-"

"Sorry, honey bee, but no. I'll make up for it when we're back in your apartment, I promise, but I won't dance"

Dance with another clone, any of them around, maybe try and ask Hunter if you really wanna get to him. You've never seen Wolffe appear anywhere as fast as he is at your side on the dance floor, if he sees you ask someone like Hunter to dance with you.

Fives

This man is rhythm in person, the beat flows through his veins. He can dance to every music, perfectly. He is such a good and vivid dancer as soon as he is on the dance floor, all eyes are on him. Better ask him out fast, cause, everyone and their mother are having the same idea.

When he asks you to dance, he'll charm your panties off right there almost before you can reach the dance floor. He is such a charmer and a gentleman too, but a cheeky one. He knows his effect on you and he loves it.

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

[abysscronica]

Hallelujah [Eustass Kid (Law?) x reader]

Author’s note: this is set in the canon universe – just imaginary future, towards the end of One Piece. It's one of the one shots closest to my heart and I want to see how it does on Tumblr, so here it goes.

Word count: 4.54k

Song: Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen

*

 War.

One of the biggest wars the world had ever seen. More than the War of the Best, more than the Payback War, more than Wano.

The World Government had captured the Emperor Monkey D. Luffy and his entire crew, sending them to be executed in New Marineford. Something similar happened before, when Portgas D. Ace was sentenced to death.

 The Strawhats had many allies.

During their journey, they saved not just a lot of people, but a lot of countries.

They had a shitload of enemies too, though.

Despite some of them being criminals, the WG signed a truce and asked them to join forces in the furious battle to come.

Because they knew what was coming.

 The Strawhat Grand Fleet, the Revolutionaries, the Kamabakka Kingdom, the amazons, Germa 66, the samurai, the Surgeon of Death, the Kid pirates, the Minks, what was left of the Whitebeard pirates, and others.

 And you.

Just one year before, you would have paled at the mere idea of being caught in such a war. Just one year before, you would have placed yourself on the other side of the frontline.

 Yes, the Strawhats had many powerful allies. And it took just a quick glance to know it was going to be a majestic pain in the ass to make them work together.

You just never thought that pain in the ass would have to be you.

*

"Well, [Y/n],» Killer said softly above your shoulder «I guess it won’t be easy, huh?"

"'Huh' my ass," you grumbled, a thin drop of sweat gliding down your temple.

 That hall was a mess.

The Cannibal had started a fight with Ivankov, while Kin’emon was keeping back Cavendish, who looked actually more like some kind of creepy demon at the moment. Nekomamushi was on the verge of attacking Vinsmoke Ichiji for some unfortunate comment, and the two big Boa sisters looked very displeased with Trafalgar Law for unknown reasons. The rest of the Strawhat Grand Fleet was caught in a quarrel among themselves. Only Marco the Phoenix stood calm in a corner, leaning against the wall.

 Your Observation haki was well developed, so it was immediately clear how strong all those weirdos were. Honestly, they could kick your ass any day of the week.

 That was an awful, awful idea.

"What the hell is this mess?!" your captain (and man) yelled from behind you.

Eustass Kid, not famous for his docile demeanour.

"So thais was your plan, Eustass-ya?"

Law walked over, an annoyed scowl spreading on his face.

"Gathering us all in your lair and assuming we would get along pretty well?"

"Watch your mouth, Trafalgar, or you'll be dead meat by the end of the day."

"Yeah, yeah. And tell me, who is supposed to be the head of this mismatched alliance? You?"

Kid snarled, his murderous intent glowing in his eyes, but he somehow restrained himself. For the time being.

"Not me," he growled "Her."

 In an instant, all those terrifying eyes fixed on you.

«Hey,» you muttered in the now quiet hall «Some of you already know me. I’m [Y/n]: member of the Kid Pirates, ex marine, awesome. I hope you’re all doing well.»

The silence that followed was broken by a light chuckle.

«Now, this is getting interesting,» Marco smirked.

*

The war was savage.

Your strategies overlapped with Sakazuki’s over and over. Someone betrayed you. People died.

 As the General of the Strawhat Rescue Alliance, you took responsibility for each one of them. As ex marine, your heart hurt for every enemy killed.

Even when your own nakama were falling, you had to stand strong, be lucid, yell orders in the Den Den Mushi, or everyone was going to be lost.

 You had to fight on the main frontline, Sakazuki aiming at you with all he got, far away from your captain, with so many lives depending on you.

You, a simple human being, with nothing special other than sarcasm. And good sniping skills.

The whole time, there was that new fear cutting inside you, that unknown feeling that was also your burning strength.

Eventually, the Strawhats were freed. When Nika joined the battle, the war was won.

 Many died on both sides.

The surviving marines fled across the sea and, while the pirates were cheering and celebrating all over the ruins of New Marineford, drunk with their own adrenalin, you couldn’t help but being afraid of the consequences for the rest of the world.

But that was for later.

"Congratulations, general."

The words snapped you our of your trance and you slowly turned to Nico Robin, standing beside you.

"The war is won. You should announce it in that Den Den Mushi and make it official, don’t you think?"

"Huh…?"

Your eyes flicked to the device.

Your voice sounded weak as you pulled it close to your trembling lips.

"To the Strawhat Rescue Alliance, this is your general speaking."

The island grew quieter, or maybe it was just your imagination.

"I announce you…"

You swallowed. Inhaled. Deeply.

"THE WAR IS WON!"

The yells of the alliance exploded all over Marineford, along with the cries.

Yes, you won the war. And comrades had been lost.

 You handed the Den Den Mushi to the woman and started to run along the shore.

"Oi, where is she going?!" Bartolomeo barked, nearby "She’s our general! She has to celebrate with us!"

Nico Robin raised her hand to stop him. Sabo approached.

"Take a look around, Rooster-kun," she said "None of the Kid Pirates is here."

"Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law were fighting on the other side of the island, weren’t day?" Sabo added.

"Shit, that’s true!" Bartolomeo grimaced "They had to take on Ryokugyu and Kizaru."

The blond glanced at the Den Den Mushi.

"They haven’t been replying to any call since half the battle."

Nico Robin was looking at the pirates all around.

"Friends and nakama are still missing for everyone." she frowned "The hardest time has yet to come."

*

HALLELUJAH

[ Kid, Law, reader ]

I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you?

Your panting was the only sound ringing in your ears as you ran across the ruins.

 Maybe they’re okay. Probably their Den Den Mushi just broke. They are okay.

After the Room Law created to move Ryokugyu on the other side of Marineford, the Admirals never came back to help the Marines, after all. But neither did Kid or Law.

 You’re okay. Please, be okay.

When the fight was done, you noticed Heat, Wire, and Killer disappearing immediately, rushing towards the opposite shore.

 Why haven’t they filled me in already? Those idiots!

It took almost half an hour of running to reach the spot.

You crawled up the boulders that obstructed the beach. Of course a battle among those three destroyed the place. When you finally past them, a straight view of the sandy clearing lay in front of your eyes.

They were there.

And it was immediately clear everything was not okay.

Well, it goes like this:

Law was sitting against a jagged rock, clothes ripped, elbows resting on his knees, chin bent on his chest.

Eustass Kid was a few feet away. He was lying down, his head leaning against a stone. There was too much blood around him.

The fourth

Heat, Wire, and Killer were gathered by his side.

The fifth

And they were crying.

The minor fall, and the major lift

You dashed towards them. You stumbled, scraped your knees, rose and ran again.

The baffled king composing Hallelujah

"KID!"

Your nakama turned to you. Law was startled by your choked voice but he didn’t raise his head.

The shadow of a smile tugged on the corners of Kid’s mouth.

"Birdie."

Hallelujah

You fell on your knees as soon as you reached him, shuffling in the sand to cover the last feet and crumbling on his wounded chest.

You couldn’t swallow.

So much blood.

The wound was…

You didn’t have to look at it to understand. So you didn’t.

Hallelujah

"Kid…!"

"Hey."

His voice was a hoarse whisper. His eyes were closed but he did his best to open them and look at you.

Biting hard your lower lip, you quickly turned to the others.

"What the fuck are you doing standing there?! And you!" your furious eyes darted on Law "You’re supposed to be the best doctor around, aren’t you, Surgeon of Death?! Why aren’t you treating him, for fuck’s sake!"

Heat and Wire didn’t answer, lowering their faces on the ground.

Finally, Law lifted his golden eyes.

"I already did all I could," he said, slowly.

Hallelujah

"Bullshit!"

Killer moved closer.

"[Y/n]…"

"No! No!"

You harshly shook your head, burning tears already lining your cheeks, lips tugged above your teeth.

Kid’s hand managed to move on yours, leaned on his marked chest.

"Calm down, birdie."

"Like hell I’m calming down! Heat, Wire! Bring here that fucking reindeer! If Trafalgar can’t do anything, maybe he will!"

"[Y/n]."

Trembling for the effort, Kid's fingers reached your chin, forcing you to face his weak, yet cheeky smirk.

"Look at me."

Your soaked grimace twitched.

"I’m dying, birdie."

Hallelujah

"No… no…"

 More people were gathering on the beach, even if you didn’t register it. It seemed your brain was not processing correctly.

 Law shoved his head between his shoulders, gritting his teeth.

"Why, why did we come here?" you sobbed "You don’t even like the Strawhats!"

Kid chuckled and coughed blood.

"Quit it. Regret doesn’t suit you."

Unable to control your despair, you dropped your forehead on his chest and wept.

You felt his hand in your hair.

"C’mon," he said "S... Stop crying. You’re supposed to be the... general... of this mismatched group of lunatics."

"I… I don’t want…" words died in your mouth "It’s not fair!"

Kid's chest rose and lowered under your face.

"I have no regrets."

Swallowing, you lifted your eyes on his peaceful expression, his messy red hair stuck all over it.

"I wanted to live to become the Pirate King, or dying in the process. I never asked for more."

He wiped away the tears from your cheek.

"Yet I had my stupid nakama. And you."

Well your faith was strong, but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya

"Kid please, please, don’t," you begged "I cannot lose you, I can’t."

The others were silently crying behind you. A lot of eyes were fixed on you, probably the most notorious pirates of your age.

You couldn’t care less.

"You made me who I am today. You taught me freedom. This can’t be it."

"It’s... fine. I already spoke to... ugh! K-Killer. He will take care of you."

On the beach, Nami pressed her hands on her mouth to muffle her sobs. Bartolomeo was among the ones weeping openly, along with Ivankov and Momonosuke. Marco and Sabo stood there quietly.

She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair

In the middle of all that pain, a little part of you whispered in your ear you had to accept it. You had to accept it and say goodbye before it was too late.

His breath had grown slower, his eyes were less focused.

"Kid."

"I love you." he whispered.

Your chest, your guts, everything inside you crumbled.

Killer hurled his mask on the ground and growled his desperation between his teeth.

Law’s knuckles whitened in his grip on his trousers.

 You were losing him.

Kid’s amber eyes were looking at nothing, his skin was too pale, his breath almost gone.

He had to know. You had to tell him.

Before it was too late.

"Kid, I’m pregnant."

And from her lips she drew her Hallelujah

His eyes snapped open.

Broken gasps sealed the silence on the beach.

Law’s wide gaze flicked on you.

Hallelujah

Kid’s face was a mask of shock.

"Wha…?"

"I’m pregnant," you repeated, moving closer "I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d forbid me to join the war. Forgive me."

"Are… are you sure…?"

You nodded frantically.

Hallelujah

His signature smirk weakly tugged at his lips.

"So I’m gonna… be a father…"

"Yes! Yes!"

You leaned your forehead against his.

Kid’s amber eyes looked around.

"K-Killer."

"I’m here!"

The blond crawled on his other side, streams of tears running down his cheeks.

"D-Did you hear…?"

"Yes. I will take care of them, Kid. I promise. No one will touch them."

"Good."

Hallelujah

"Maybe your child will be the one finding the One Piece!" you whispered "Maybe they will."

He closed his eyes.

"I'd like that."

"Kid."

"I have to go now."

"Kid!"

You could feel the life slipping away from his body.

Holding back your screams, you gently pressed your lips against his.

"I love you."

Were you breathing? Would you ever be able to breathe again?

"Goodbye, captain."

Hallelujah

Trafalgar Law had a troubled life.

 His whole hometown was destroyed when he was still a child, all the citizens, including his parents and his little sister, were slaughtered by the Government. Then he was sentenced to death by an incurable disease. He defeated it, but paid the highest price for it: Cora-san’s life.

Yet, he grew strong and resolute.

But baby, I’ve been here before I’ve seen this room, I’ve walked this floor

Still kind of a loner but he had his nakama. And the Strawhats. Even Eustass-ya, his crew, and all the allies.

I used to live alone before I knew ya

 He never particularly liked Eustass Kid, or at least that’s what he told himself.

There was something, about that vicious pirate. The way his men looked up to him, the way you looked at him. His inability to surrender, even when there was absolutely no hope.

 Law always told himself he was better. He was calmer, smarter, stronger.

Yet no one ever looked at him like you looked at Eustass Kid.

And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch

He never understood how a woman like you would stick to that man’s side. Or maybe he did, and he lied to himself.

No misunderstandings: Law was proud of who he was. And he knew whom to be grateful to for that.

 Yes, his childhood was shit. But he had the luck to be taught and saved by not one, but two father figures.

His biological dad. And Cora-san.

Everything good inside him was their making.

And love is not a victory march

He looked at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. The despair on your face and the happiness on Eustass’.

“I’m pregnant”

Now that child was meant to grow without a father.

 His dad’s voice and Cora-san’s goofy smile flashed in his mind. He closed his fists.

What the hell was he doing? He was supposed to be a doctor! He had freed himself from an incurable disease, how come he was letting Eustass Kid dying in your arms? His comrades were calling his name. He had so many things to live for.

Too many things.

And Law knew what he had to do.

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

 He pulled himself on his feet, glancing around.

No Heart Pirates there. Good.

Hallelujah

"[Y/n]-ya, Killer-ya," he called, walking over "Move aside."

He almost wavered when Killer lifted his blazing eyes on him. He never saw his face before.

"What the fuck do you want, Trafalgar?" Killer hissed.

"To save your captain."

Your wrecked gaze rose too.

"What…? But you said…"

"There’s no time," he urged, hinting at Kid, who was not unconscious "Get off and let me do it already!"

Too numb and confused to object, you shakily stood on your feet. Heat and Wire sustained you and helped you moving back.

"It will hurt. He will scream. I didn’t think he could survive this." Law explained, dropping his jacket. His eyes flicked on yours "But maybe now he has a reason to live no matter what."

Hallelujah

"I can help!" Chopper chimed, running ahead.

"Stay back!" Law barked, and the little reindeer stopped.

The Surgeon of Death pulled out his Nodachi.

"I need to create a big Room for this. No one can be inside." he looked at the little crowd "Everyone step back."

"I have a bad feeling about this," Sabo murmured, but he did as Law asked.

Killer gently pulled you back.

"Come, [Y/n]."

You looked at Kid one last time, then turned to the Surgeon. He flashed his confident smirk at you but there was something wrong in it. Something sad.

"I will bring him back to you, [Y/n]-ya."

"Law…?"

"If you see my men… tell them that they did a good job."

Hallelujah

"Law, wait–"

"Room."

Hallelujah

Minutes passed like centuries.

 You sat against Killer’s side, hands pressed on your ears to not listen to Kid’s screams from the beach. After a while they stopped but the surgery continued, or at least you guessed so, since Law's Room was still in place. You didn’t look that way.

All the Kid Pirates had finally reunited and you all gathered together, without talking. Waiting in the sand.

As the Alliance’s general, you were supposed to check on the people who fought the war with you but you simply couldn’t, not now. Luckily, Vinsmoke Reiju and Marco took the task upon themselves, and they were reorganizing the army and the infirmaries.

Most of the Heart Pirates had medical skills, so they were the ones employed in assisting the injured allies all around. They were informed via radio their captain was safe, so they could focus on the wounded.

There was a time you let me know What’s really going on below But now you never show that to me, do you?

For these reasons, they didn’t rush to the beach. When most of the emergencies were taken care of, though, Bepo couldn’t hold back anymore and he headed to the sandy clearing. Shachi and Penguin tagged along, unable to conceal how bad they wanted to see their captain too.

But remember when I moved in you? The holy dove was moving too

"Here you are, guys."

Nami and Chopper walked towards them when they appeared near the beach.

"Oh? Is the captain still there?" Bepo asked.

Chopper nodded.

"Yes, beyond those boulders. He’s performing surgery on Eustass Kid. He’s in critical conditions." the small reindeer hinted at the beach, where you and your crew were waiting "It’s been a while now."

"Surgery?" Penguin glanced at his comrades "Maybe we can help."

"Wait, he said–"

But the three of them were already running towards the clearing.

"Oi!"

Hearing the call, you turned to the pirates approaching.

"The Heart Pirates are finally here," Wire observed.

Killer helped you stand.

"Where’s the captain?" Shachi asked when they reached you.

Heat pointed at the beach behind his shoulder. The wide Room was visible about two-hundred feet away. Bepo frowned.

"Wait. How long has that Room been there?"

You shrugged.

"I don’t know. An hour? More?"

"What?"

You saw their eyes widening and something in the back of your mind pulsated.

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

"It’s impossible!" Penguin squeaked.

The three of them bolted towards it, but the Kid Pirates quickly jumped on their feet and grabbed them.

"Let us go!" Bepo yelled.

There was a desperate note in his voice that made you shiver.

Hallelujah

"Trafalgar said no one has to get in!" Heat stated, holding Shachi back.

"Let us go now!" Penguin screamed, trying to wiggle out of Killer’s grip.

You approached Bepo.

"What’s wrong? Why are you so upset?"

"Don’t you understand, you fool?!" he shouted in your face.

There were tears in his little eyes.

Hallelujah

You took a step back, blinking.

"What?"

"He’s using the ultimate operation! The one that grants life in exchange of the user’s!"

 In exchange of the user’s…?

"HE’S GOING TO DIE FOR EUSTASS!"

Hallelujah

"If you see my men, tell them they did a good job”

Hallelujah

Eustass Kid knew it.

From the second the excruciating pain began, he knew what was going on. What that idiotic surgeon was trying to do.

 They fought side by side against the Admirals, they covered for each other, they won together, and it wasn't even the first time.

He saved that weakling’s life with his own.

So, when he lay in his blood and the stupid doctor tried to operate around him, he knew from Trafalgar’s face that he couldn’t save him back.

Kid had sneered at him.

"Don’t tell [Y/n]. She will kill us both for this mess."

Maybe there’s a god above But all I’ve ever learnt from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya

And now that fool was dragging him back from hell with his bare hands.

"Trafalgar, you fucker…!" he coughed, the surgeon’s blade still inside him.

"Shut. Up. Eustass-ya."

Law smirked, a rivulet of blood pouring down his lip.

"It’s not… easy… to replace a heart when you have to use your own. So don’t make me –ugh!– lose… focus."

And it’s not a cry that you hear at night

The surgeon blocked Kid’s mechanic hand before it could push him away.

"Fuck you! I don’t want this!" the redhead hissed.

"I don’t care what you want."

"Trafalgar, you bastard, get off me!"

"Damn… stay still!"

Law hurt him, on purpose, and Kid cursed in the blood invading his mouth.

"Leave… me… alone."

"You will live, Eustass-ya."

It’s not somebody who’ve seen the light

"Get the fuck off!"

"You will live, and love [Y/n]-ya, and raise your child."

"Trafalgar, I swear…!"

"And, who knows, maybe find the One Piece. Although I place my bet on Strawhat-ya for that."

"You…"

"I was lucky, you know. I had two dads."

"Stop it."

"I won’t let your baby have none."

"Stop it."

"So you will live, Eustass-ya."

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Finally, the room dissolved.

The Kid Pirates let go of Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo. You all ran along the beach.

Hallelujah

Eustass Kid and Trafalgar Law were lying on the sand, side by side. Both their chests had been opened and closed again.

Hallelujah

"CAPTAIN!"

The three Heart Pirates rushed Law.

You felt empty while approaching Kid’s motionless body.

 Sabo, Nami, Chopper, Jinbe, and a lot of other people were approaching as well.

"Kid…?"

After a time that seemed dilating, Kid’s torso shook and he coughed.

"KID!"

Killer immediately crouched beside him, grabbing his wrist.

"He’s alive! His breath and pulse are both regular!"

You collapsed on your knees as the Kid Pirates yelled in joy.

Hallelujah

"Captain…?"

The whisper made you raise your eyes. The Heart Pirates were curled up around Law’s form. You slowly stood.

"[Y/n]…" Heat called you softly, but you didn’t stop.

Till you could see him.

Trafalgar Law had a peaceful smile on his lifeless face.

Hallelujah

You walked to him, among his weeping nakama.

Your fingers brushed his cheek as your wet lips brushed his forehead.

"Thank you."

And you could almost hear his voice, in your ears.

Eustass-ya, [Y/n]-ya,

Live on.

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Epilogue.

A fresh breeze blew through the green branches of the willows on the hill.

"Oh, and you were right captain: Monkey D. Luffy did find the One Piece, in the end."

Penguin smiled, hands in his pocket.

"It was a bit of a mess, but whatever."

The white grave in front of him still had the Nodachi planted on its side, even after all those years.

No one touched it.

 The cheers of the others were audible in the distance.

Penguin scratched the back of his head.

"Sorry for the chaos, I know you don’t like it, but see… the Heart Pirates are babysitting today. I already regret suggesting it, we’re clearly not equipped to handle–"

A small figure rushed between his legs, making him stumble. Before he could grab the kid, that one had already jumped on top of the grave, agitating the small slingshot in the air.

"Tremble, New World!" the child yelled, her spiky hair dancing all around her face "I’m Eustass Doruya, and I’ll be the next King of the Pirates!"

Apart from the usual patches, her signature sadistic grin was plastered on her face.

"Hey!" Penguin yelped "Get down from there!"

"Huh? Why should I listen to you, you miserable weakling?"

The pirate’s jaw dropped.

"What?!"

"Doruya, you’re always such a pain in the ass."

The childish voice reached the two, while a second kid dragged his feet up the hill. When he arrived in front of the grave, he observed it with bored eyes. His hair was far less crazy but the color was bright red.

"Shut up, useless twin! Do you want me to beat you up again?"

He sighed, glancing up at Penguin.

"Can we leave her here? We’ll tell mom and dad she ran off."

"Do that, losers, so my grand adventure will start!" she yelled.

The girl jumped down and ran in the woods.

"W-Wait!" Penguin gasped, but two of his crewmates were already rushing behind her.

"Don’t worry," the boy said "She’ll be fine."

He went back examining the grave with his sharp eyes.

"Is this the man you were talking about, Penguin-ojisan?"

"Hum, yeah…" Penguin’s smile returned to his face "This was my captain, Trafalgar D. Water Law. I thought it was time for you two to meet him, that’s why I brought you here."

"Penguin-san?"

The man turned to the black-haired woman who was walking up the hill.

"Nico Robin?! What are you doing here?"

The woman smiled.

"I was nearby and I decided to pay a visit to an old friend."

"I see."

Her brown eyes moved to the child.

"Hi there."

"Hi."

 Nico Robin had already met the kid in the past, though he was far younger. However, it was not hard to guess who he was. You don’t see that hair color around much.

"And what are you doing here?" she asked, tilting her smile.

"I came to pay my respects."

"Your respects?"

The child nodded, then turned to the grave and bowed.

"Thank you for saving my dad, Trafalgar-san." he said "He gets angry a lot and he’s always bossing people around. You know, since he’s an Emperor and everything. But he’s the best dad ever."

He straightened himself.

"I speak also in Doruya’s behalf. She’s grateful too, she’s just too much like dad to say it out loud."

Some seagulls called each other from the shore.

"My mom is happy, and Killer-ojisan is happy, and everyone is happy thanks to you. So, yeah. Thanks."

The kid turned and started heading back to the beach. Nico Robin noticed Penguin quickly wiping away a tear from his eye.

"Hey, child-san," she called.

The boy stopped and looked at her.

"You know, it’s good custom to introduce yourself when you meet someone," she politely commented.

He curled his lips.

"I guess."

The child flashed her a confident crooked smirk that strongly reminded her of a certain doctor.

"I’m Eustass Law. Nice to meet you."

Fine

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Bad Batch/Rebels Hunter x Pregnant Reader

Alright guys I am able to catch up a little bit and this has been on the back burner. Training horses, Running a Farm, Exercising and working five days a week at an Animal Clinic is too much. Hope you all enjoy this and I won’t lie I teared up with this one. I do not own Star Wars or any of the characters.

When you wake up there is a young blonde woman in her late teens standing there. She introduces herself as Omega and that she had been looking for you for years. Omega explains how you were frozen in cryo before Order 66, and that she is going to take you to a planet where you will be safe. She looks familiar to you, but you can’t place it. She asks who the father gesturing to your round stomach and you tell her about Hunter and how he didn’t even get to know you were pregnant. 

“So are you going to look for him?”, she questions. “I wouldn’t even know where to look besides if what you say is true he could be…”, you trail off as tears threaten to spill. No you won’t think of what you were about to say. It was better believing if he did go out it wasn’t working for the Empire. “Well I have a place for you to stay if you trust me enough”, she smiled. “I trust you. Let's get going”, you reply. The flight is a long one and Omega asks you to tell her stories about how you had met Hunter and the Bad Batch.

“Well I was working as a healer traveling from planet to planet, and I was asked by General Kenobi to help on some planet I forget the name of. Anyway late at night they bring Wrecker in and he is this big guy, but a giant softie. He needed medical attention right away, but no one was able to help so I took it upon myself to help him. When I got over to the cot they had him on he was thrashing. It took Crosshair, Tech, Hunter and Echo to help hold him down. When I told them to let him up they all looked at me as if I were crazy”, you smiled at the memory.

“So what happened next?”, Omega questioned childlike. “They eventually let him up and I used the force to help calm him. Hunter was the most astonished at how I was able to diffuse the situation and heal his brother. It was after healing his brother that I got dizzy and collapsed. I had been healing all day and my body couldn’t handle it anymore. Hunter was the one who carried me to General Kenobi, and helped get proper medical attention. Then I was stationed with the Bad Batch for the rest of the war after that because I was able to get along with them so well”, you recalled.

“So how did you get separated? How did you find out you were pregnant? Why didn’t you tell Hunter you were pregnant?”, Omega asked all in one breath. “I was captured by the seppies and placed in one of their many prisons. When I could feel the life force inside me I knew what would happen to our baby, and I made a promise that I wouldn’t let that happen. I escaped and stayed on the run then I crashed on the planet you found me on and I put myself in cryo hoping someone would eventually find us. I did search for the whereabouts of Hunter and the others, but things were happening way too fast, and when you have a hard time catching your breath after only walking a couple of yards it's hard to gauge what you're capable of”, you told her. 

She seemed to understand and went to make some food. You knew it was dangerous, but you wondered if Hunter was still alive. If you could sense him with the force. Closing your eyes you focused on what you remembered his life force feeling like. Not finding it you tried harder until you felt a small life force that felt like his. You latched onto it trying to boost it somehow, but just as you were making out the life form and their surroundings, sharp kicks broke your concentration. 

Your hand automatically going to your round belly, and trying to breathe. “Hey are you alright?”, Omega asked worriedly. “Yeah it’s been a while since they have kicked that hard”, you huffed. “They?”, Omega brightened. “Yes I’m carrying twins. A boy and a girl”, you smile. “How do you know? If you don’t mind me asking”, she sheepishly grinned. “The way their life force flows tells me”, you smile. “Do you want to feel them kicking?”, you asked. She nodded her head and you took her hands and held them to your belly. 

As soon as her hands touched you the babies started to kick wildly as if they sensed something you didn’t. “Wow, does it hurt?”, she queried. “Sometimes if they have good aim which seems to be all the time. They must get that from their father he had deadly accuracy with a blaster or vibroblade”, you laughed. Omega gave you some food and you were able to eat in peace. It wasn’t long before the planet proximity alert went off in the ship and you waited for Omega to land the ship. 

Once she landed you both made your exit and there were five quaint little houses. One of the doors to one of the houses opened and out stepped a behemoth of a man. One you recognized by the force right away. “WRECKER!’ you yelled as he made his way to you. He picked you up hugging you just like old times then set you back down gently. He was older than you remembered, but he still looked fit. “Wait till the others get a look at you”, Wrecker boomed. 

“The others? You mean… You mean that the others are here. What about Hunter is he here?” you frantically questioned. “Well yeah of course he is here. Even Crosshair came with us after we removed his chip”, he relayed. You started to hyperventilate as it all came to you that they were all okay and that they made it through Order 66. You swayed and your world started to go black as you felt Wrecker catch you. You could faintly hear other voices that you recognized. 

You were carried to a bed where you were placed as you heard a commotion. “She will be fine, she just needs a moment. She is obviously distressed and with everything that's happened and her condition this is a normal reaction”, someone said. Tech your brain answered and when you reached out with the force you could sense Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair, but not Hunter where was Hunter your brain screamed. You felt a sense of calm from the twins and it helped you to relax. When you opened your eyes sure enough Tech, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair stood before you.

They all had aged Tech with some gray tufts at the small portion of his forehead. Echo with more wrinkles than you remembered, Crosshair had more crinkles around his eyes, Wrecker did as well. “(Y/N) can you hear me?”, Tech asked. “Yeah Tech I can hear you”, you said tearing up and this time they did fall. Once they knew you were okay you told them about how Omega had found you and they told you of what happened after Order 66. That Omega was their sister and a clone herself which now made sense of why she felt familiar to you.

They informed you that Hunter was okay, and that he would be back later as he had to tend to some fences that went down. Farmers of all things you expected them to do after farming was not one of them. They took you to Hunters home and showed you around and you cried again when you saw all of the mementos that he had of you. “He never stopped looking for you until we had to go into hiding and even then he hoped you would find us”, Echo told you.

They left you to get settled and wait for Hunter to return. It was getting late, but you decided that making dinner would be a great way to welcome Hunter home. Gathering ingredients you started cooking. Omega came in to help you since she stayed with Hunter because they weren’t finished with her house yet. You and Omega were making final meal preps when you felt a presence in the room behind you. You spun around to be met with Hunter's wide eyes on you. 

He still had his signature hair and bandana although he had some gray streaks starting at his temples, but otherwise still handsome as ever. “Hunter”, you whispered, but his hearing picked it up. He was across the room in seconds enveloping you in an almost bone crushing hug. “(Y/N) I thought I had lost you”, he sobbed. “I thought I had lost you”, you cried right along beside him. You gasped as the babies kicked wildly again this time harder than the other times. 

Hunter pulled back as you gripped his shoulder and your free hand went to your stomach. That's when he realized how round you were. “(Y/N) you're pregnant”, he whispered. “Yeah tell me something I don’t know”, you laughed. “Who’s?”he asked, looking defeated. “They are yours”, you responded. “Mine but how? You should have had them a long time ago”, he stated, confused. Omega butted in explaining how you were in a cryo chamber when she found you and you explained how you found out you were pregnant after being captured.  

Once all the evidence was before him he picked you up and spun you around. He stopped to kiss you. You giggled as the babies kicked again. “They know who you are, they are kicking again”, you smiled, placing his hands on your belly. His face lit up when he felt them kicking then his brows furrowed. “You said they”, he stated. “Yes there are two in there”, you explained. “Two? Twins? You're pregnant with twins?”, he grinned. “Yes a boy and a girl”, you beamed. 

He sniffled as he fell to his knees kissing your stomach, “You don’t know how much I missed your mother and now she gifts me with you two”, he mumbles between tears. The babies kick again and he places his head on your belly smiling when he can hear your heartbeat and the twins heartbeats. “They are strong”, he hums. “Just like their father”, you tell him. That night Hunter doesn’t leave your side and dotes on you hand and foot.

A couple months later you're awakened by awful cramps and that's when you realize you have gone into labor. Hunter was up as soon as he could smell your fear and your heart rate increase. You both had prepared for this and before long Omega and the others were waiting outside the house. It was long before the first cries filled the house and Hunter was telling you it was the girl placing her on your chest. Her brother followed minutes behind his sister. 

“We never did decide on names?”, Hunter said while watching them feed and beaming with pride. “I think we should name the boy (B/N)”, you smiled. “I like that name, for his sister, how about (G/N)”, Hunter said. You both agreed on the names and once they had their fill and you were decent Hunter let the others come in to greet the new additions. Omega was thrilled to hold them and so were the others. Crosshair refused to admit he cried while holding the twins for the first time even though Wrecker pointed out the tears still on his face.

A couple nights down the road you were woken up by Hunter singing and rocking them both back to sleep. You watched and smiled when his gaze met yours. Once the twins were asleep he made his way back into bed pulling you into his side. Kissing the top of your head and whispering how he couldn’t be happier than he was to have you back and then you gifting him with the greatest treasure of the galaxy far far away.

[fluff-and-such]

I luv your Ani-Vader au so much! Any spare thoughts or headcanons about it? I would be delighted to hear anything you got about this brilliant au.

If not that’s totally a-ok. Your art is wonderful!

Hello! Sorry for taking so long to answer this.

So in Ani-Vader au, the twins still happen :D

Baby Leia wants to be just like her dad when she grows up. Yes this includes being seven feet tall, never-mind how short Padme is. She's going to be General Skywalker 2.0, and command her own 501st to help people across the galaxy. I mean, she already has all the clones wrapped around her tiny toddler fingers. Hardcase is just waiting for the day he can teach her to hold a blaster, Echo and Fives regularly compete for the title of 'Best Uncle', and Rex just can't say no to that face.

Luke is doing his best Auntie-Ahsoka cosplay. Coincidentally, she'll become his master later in life - perhaps not necessarily as a Jedi.

Things don't go down quite the same as in canon. Ahsoka still leaves the temple, and still goes after Maul. Anakin and Obi-Wan still go to rescue the Chancellor...and rather than execute Count Dooku, Anakin spares his life. Dooku may have cut off Anakin's arm, but then, he lost every other limb on his body to a random explosion. Anakin just isn't as far under Palpatine's control, isn't as in-tune withe Dark Side.

Dooku lives, and tells the Jedi what he knows about Sidious. They don't manage to kill him, but they can expose him, drive him out of the Senate.

(I haven't decided exactly what happens with Order 66 yet lol)

In the aftermath, the galaxy has a governing nightmare on its hands. The head of both the Republic and the CIS has been abruptly removed, not to mention the chunk of the galaxy that Maul had been influencing. There's also the matter of the clones, which Padme throws her whole nine-months-pregnant-with-twins self at with gusto. She's not alone of course, with Senators Organa, Chuchi and Mothma and the bulk of the Jedi providing enthusiastic support.

When Luke and Leia are born, Anakin steps away from his path as a Jedi, to instead walk the path of a father.

Other Notes;

Bail becomes Chancellor after they usurp Palpatine.

He later takes Leia as a protege. Between her mother and Bail, not to mention her force sensitivity, she becomes a force to be reckoned with among the senate.

Anakin and Luke and Speeders are a match made in Heaven. Or Hell, if you're Obi-Wan.

Once the dust is settled, I think Anakin, Ahsoka, the kids and maybe Obi-Wan would create their own school for force-sensitives.

There are force-sensitive clones at this school.

Ani was doing a lot of thinking about how he was missed as a child because he was in the outer rim. Their school has a lot of focus on reaching out to children in areas with the Jedi can't go.

I'm not sure who Leia's master will be. Maybe Obi-Wan?

They do run into Han, years and years later.

Boy is he in for a surprise when Leia brings him in to meet mom n dad.

Mom is the second most well-known face in the republic.

And dad is the first. That helmet-face is distinct.

Dad is super into Han's piece-of-junk ship though, and they talk for three hours about all the work he's put into it. Then Luke shows up, and the talk for three more.

It's actually Luke and Leia's several thousand identical uncles that Han really has to worry about. Anakin trusts that his daughter can handle herself (he's seen her saber-skills after all.) The Clones trust that they will bury anything that messes with 'The Princess'.

Omega is prolly best-buds with the twins.

Ezra too for that matter.

[legobiwan]

so glad you came around to watching andor! it's a fantastic show, and probably takes the crown for best piece of disney-era sw media. though personally, i disagree that there are themes relating to criticism of the jedi's role in the fall of the republic like there are in TCW. what i took away from the show (w/ respect to order 66) was how /removed/ it was from the classic fantasy baked into the star wars mythos. the jedi, their philosophies, the light/dark of the force, are all noticeably missing (it's even a far cry from rogue one, where we do see belief in the jedi/the force in chirrut). andor gives a very cutting commentary on how fascism is able to wipe out cultures, history, and identity. the lack of the jedi's presence is a statement on how the empire has already erased a whole culture from the fabric of the galaxy—and will continue to do so across many other planets in order to enforce its rule (thus giving a very solid backing as to how the jedi become a myth after just 20 years). again, this is my take on it—and it is neat when star wars is open to different readings of it like this

also, wall of text aside, who's your favorite character from the show? mine is, surprisingly enough, saw (who is finally being done justice by a SW media that recognizes what he's doing is necessary, lmao)

Oh, I definitely agree, anon, that Andor did not directly (or consciously) address the issues of the Jedi. That is an extended reading, from my standpoint, but one I'll stand by. But yes, one of the many strengths of Andor is that there was not a single lightsaber lit nor any reference to the Force. The characters of Andor lived and died by the strength of their humanity (or being-iality, as Andor was lacking in non-human races until we hit Coruscant lower levels, but we probably know why, don't we).

What I'm really interested in is your comment about how removed Andor is from the fantasy (Force) elements of Star Wars and this brings me to how we can possibly reconcile the two. I personally loved the fact that we got away from the Jedi and the Force and all of that for a purely political show, but how can something like Rebels make a touchstone with Andor? I could forsee a conflict with any ex-Jedi being asked to use their powers for a purpose that would further the Rebellion, but perhaps seen as "Dark Side," and be curious as to where that conversation would go.

With the Empire having wiped out the Jedi as a religion, where do Light and Dark stand anymore? (I dearly wish questions like this had been addressed in the Kenobi show). If your culture is obliterated (and the Jedi were a culture and a religion and so much more), how do you redefine this? (No wonder Luke was lost and gave it up for farming milk on some forgotten island. That is a hell of a legacy to inherit).

Okay, that's my wall of text :D Honestly, I think my favorite character is Mon Mothma in this series. She is treading this absolute highwire and ends up sacrificing everything she has for the Rebellion with a smile and drink in her hand and just, god damn. I was enraptured every time she came on screen.

[treesnutsandleaveswrites]

Aftermath

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader (Polyam)

Summary: It’s been a year or so since you left the Batch (caught up with the series timeline, some SPOILERS) Warning: Mentions of death, shooting, yelling, angst, fluff, mentions of slavery, minor TBB SPOILERS

Word Count: 2048

A/N: D-5 is supposed to be a rendition of D-O, which i know isn’t really canon haha

pt xii, pt xiv

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You rushed through the forest quickly, speaking into your com device.

“I’m making my way to you! Be ready!” You instructed.

“Give me a sec.”

“You have 3 feet to be ready, I’m nearly there!”

“I-”

You burst through the foliage of the forest and grabbed the blaster from your teammate’s waist before shooting the enemies chasing you. You huffed and glared back at them.

“You told me you were good at this!”

“Look, I don’t do short distances!” He tried to explain.

“You’re a damn sniper, snipers do any distance with a clear shot!” You turned to the ship to another teammate, “Everyone on board?”

“Locked and loaded. This might be our last batch for a while…”

“I know.” You sighed, “Get on, we’re leaving.”

“When the Empire said they were gonna make things better, I expected Caetum to be up and running smoothly.”

“The Empire is all the same as the others who tried to keep ‘order’.” You muttered while taking off your helmet, “Let’s just get out of here.”

“This really was your home planet?” A teammate queried.

You nodded, holding onto something as the ship took off. Once you were steady in open space, you moved to the storage part of the ship where there were multiple people huddled together.

“Is everyone alright?” You hung a small lantern to illuminate their faces more.

“Thank you…” An elderly woman said and you smiled, holding her hands in yours as you crouched down.

“I wish I could’ve saved more…”

“You have done so much for us… your name already lingers…”

“The Great Lodestar.” A man spoke up, “I heard from one of the troopers that other planets were talking about you…”

“I… have freed others, but it’s still not enough.”

“It takes time.” The woman assured, “Go and rest.”

You took a moment before leaving the storage room and making your way towards the cockpit.

“We’ve set a course for the Ocsalev System. Ready when you are, Lodestar.”

You nodded, “Make the jump.”

*******

Hunter jumped slightly from a dream in one of the chairs in front of the computers. It was always a constant dream about you… his cyare. He was sure the other boys had such dreams too. It took nearly a month for Wrecker to stop screaming your name in his sleep…

“Hunter? You okay?” Omega’s voice caught his attention as she made her way towards him from the gunner’s mount.

He nodded with a gentle smile before sitting straight up. She furrowed her brows for a moment before humming and opening the cockpit door, which urged Hunter to enter also.

“We’re almost at the coordinates Cid gave us. Odd, she never sets us up on missions where we need help from other mercenaries.” Tech remarked.

“We’re not mercenaries.” Hunter muttered but Omega giggled.

“I think you have to face it, Hunter, we are.”

He sighed before sitting in his seat as Wrecker walked in.

“We almost there yet?”

“Just approaching, it’s best you sit. No need for another head injury.” Echo joked.

“We don’t have to worry about no inhibitor chip anymore!”

“But we do have to worry about how much bacta and ice packs we use on you.” Tech rolled his eyes while easing the ship into the planet’s atmosphere, “Gentlemen, and madam, welcome to the Ocsalev System.”

They landed the Havoc Marauder at a simple docking bay before making their way into the city.

“Stay close, kid.” Hunter ordered as he led the group through the busy streets.

It was fairly crowded with people going in and out of buildings or rushing through the streets. Omega admired the commotion and looked around, but the boys made sure to urge her through the crowds. To her, this city was very different from Ord Mantell, having a lack of technology and more of a natural kick to it. Houses were built around trees and into the side of the mountain, which made Omega want to explore more.

“The device says to go in here to find this so-called ‘Kapu’.”

The batch nodded before making their way into the small shop, seeing it crowded with many different weapons and droid parts. There was an alien at the head of the shop, which boggled Omega.

“What is he? He has so many arms.”

“A besalisk…” Echo explained quietly, “The female ones have up to eight arms.”

They approached the counter as the besalisk worked on a small device, using its multiple arms to hold parts and tools. Hunter cleared his throat.

“We’re looking for Kapu. We were sent by Cid.”

The besalisk nodded while looking up at them, “Clones? Huh, never thought Cid would give clones a chance!” He laughed, “Yeah, I’m Kapu. Come with me and we’ll meet the person who’ll be joining you on your mission.” He urged them with his multiple arms while walking through the back door of the shop. There was a small transport waiting with an Ewok driver. The ewok started yelling in its native language toward Kapu.

“I told you they’d get here when they get here! And here they are! Now come on! Let’s go!” Kapu got into the passenger's seat while the Batch piled up in the back, “Better hold on to something, he’s blind in one eye.”

The batch looked at each other nervously before the transport speeded off out of the city. They arrived at the base of the mountain and followed Kapu towards the small house built into it.

“She just came back from a mission, so let’s hope she’s in a good mood.” He knocked on the door, “I’m coming in, kid!”

He swung the door open, hitting a small droid.

“Aw gee, D-5, what were you doing there?!” Kapu groaned, picking the droid up.

The batch looked around the small house. It was hardly full with anything but basic living necessities. Omega immediately noticed the armor sitting on the table, admiring the visor of the helmet. She picked it up and looked at it closely.

“Wow, this helmet is really similar to yours, Echo! But it has some modifications similar to Tech’s, like the mouth guard, and a sniper’s glass like Crosshairs.”

Kapu placed the droid down and called out again, “Girl, where are you?!”

“I’m here, hold on!” You groaned, “I literally just got back, can’t I have some time?”

“No, boys from Cid are here.”

“Cid? Since when did you start taking jobs from Cid again?”

“Just get out here!” Kapu scolded, sitting down to look at D-5.

You walked through the back door and looked at him, “Did you break my droid again?!”

“He was in the way. These are Cid’s boys.”

You looked up and your breath caught in your throat from the sight in front of you. Hunter was there with Echo and Tech behind him, who were as shocked as you. Wrecker was busy looking at the helmet with Omega, but then Echo hit the side of his head.

“Ow! I thought you said you didn’t want any more head inj-” Wrecker got up and looked at you.

“Kapu, take the kid out back, she’ll help you fix D-5…”

Omega looked to Hunter, who nodded. She followed Kapu out and you closed the door gently behind them before turning back to the batch. You then moved closer to where Hunter was still standing with his brothers.

“I… I know this looks bad…” You stuttered, tears coming to your eyes, “I-I couldn’t let you-”

Hunter had engulfed you into a tight hug and sighed into your shoulder. You were rendered speechless, but returned the hug once you processed what was happening.

“Oh, cyare…” He whispered, pulling away slightly and placing his forehead against yours, “My love…”

After he let you go, Echo hugged you tight. Then Tech. Finally, Wrecker… who kneeled down in front of you and hugged you while digging his face into your stomach.

“We thought we lost you, ad’ika.”

“I’m so sorry…” You whispered, “I should’ve left something to explain, but I didn’t want the Kaminoans to do anything to any of you…”

“It was about the inhibitor chips… wasn’t it?” Echo asked.

You looked at him for a moment before nodding, “Yes…”

“Omega told us about them.” Hunter explained as you all settled down to talk, “Order 66… that’s what they were put in for…”

“To betray the Republic.”

“No. To kill the Jedi.” Echo explained.

“The Jedi?”

“Palpatine said the Jedi betrayed the Republic… tried to assassinate him.”

You shook your head, “No. No-”

“Rex explained it to us a bit further.”

“Rex? Rex is alright?”

“Yeah… we still had the chips in because they didn’t work for us during Order 66.”

“But Rex said we needed to take them out. They were still dangerous. We learned that through Wrecker and his multiple head injuries.” Tech stated.

You took a moment before looking back to them, “Cross… on Caetum, I heard the troopers talking about their new clone commander: Crosshair…”

“Yeah, his chip was working for him, then the Kaminoans improved it’s signal and now he’s with the Empire.”

“Wait, did you say Caetum?” Wrecker asked, “You went to stop the Separatists?”

You sighed, “I needed some time to get some credits and settle… but the Empire got there before I did and nothing really improved. I just got back from one of my last missions there, liberating people so they aren’t enslaved again… But there’s still so many that need help.”

“You’ve been busy, then?” Echo smiled which caused you to smile.

“I guess… but the last mission was a mess and I can’t go back anymore. The Empire is… more controlling than the Republic. They almost caught us last time.”

“‘Us’? You have a new team?”

“No, just some other mercenaries in it for money. Nothing exclusive.”

They all nodded and Wrecker spoke up, “Then maybe you could come back with us! Be a Batcher again!”

“Let’s not get too rash, Wrecker. We still need to get this job done.”

You nodded, “We’ll talk more after. Let’s go see what we’re in for.”

Wrecker cheered and you all walked out of the house. You saw Omega and Kapu sitting against your speeder while D-5 was rolling around.

“We fixed him up.” Kapu smiled.

“Thanks, his balance module was a bit out of place, maybe that was why he got hit by the door.”

“The kid did most of the work, actually.”

You nodded and looked at her, “Omega, right?”

“Yep. And… you’re ‘cyare’ according to Hunter.”

You laughed, “To him, Wrecker, Tech, and Echo… but you can call me Lodestar.”

“Good, ‘cause that would have been weird if I had to start calling you ‘darling’ or something like that.”

You shrugged, “I wouldn’t mind.”

You both laughed before turning to Kapu with the boys as he explained the job.

*******

You fastened the last bit of your armor before picking up your helmet and heading back to your speeder. Omega was sitting in the back while helping Tech with something. Kapu lent two speeder bikes for Wrecker and Hunter to use so you all wouldn’t be packed in the speeder. You walked over to Hunter as he flipped his knife and grinned as he looked you over in slight shock.

“Weird seeing me in armor, huh?”

He smirked, “I think it’s about time, Lodestar.”

You shoved him playfully before he caught you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I’m surprised you all have warmed up to seeing me again. I was actually expecting to be yelled at by you or Echo.”

“We’ve been through a lot recently, yelling won’t make anything better...”

“If Crosshair were here, we’d go at it for sure.”

He nodded with a small hum, which made you cup his face, “Omega told me you had to leave him behind on Kamino… It’s okay, we’ll get him back.”

He nodded, leaning in to give you a kiss, but Kapu called.

“You better get going! Almost sundown!”

You turned to acknowledge him before turning back to Hunter, “We’ll have some time after the mission… I promise.”

You got into the speeder as Wrecker and Hunter started up their bikes.

“See you in the morning!” Kapu called, urging D-5 inside.

You put your helmet on before driving off.

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[silverwings22]

Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 23 Impossible: Shontelle

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter warnings: Order 66 needs it's own warning, character death, mind control near death experience

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19 BBY

Miria watched the Havoc Marauder's descent onto Kaller quietly.  The snowy landscape was pretty here,  but there was a funny ache in her chest as she looked at it.  It reminded her faintly of Illum…

It's been a long time since I've thought about that day. 

It really had been. The last year had been a blur of battles and victories,  taking off from planet after planet and decimating droids left and right.  And ever since Anakin and Obi-wan had killed Count Dooku… well,  the droids were a lot sloppier now. Dooku had been the brains of the outfit.  

Dooku.  Anakin had filled her in on that dreadful mission.  How the Chancellor had been kidnapped,  how they'd fought, how he'd killed the man at the Chancellor's behest, after he was quite literally disarmed. Anakin had clearly felt terrible about it, but there was so much on her old friend's mind lately she could scarcely keep up to help him. He'd been having nightmares again,  like he had with his mother,  about Padme dying while giving birth.  

Miria had promised to come back when she got close to birthing,  assuring him she'd deliver the child herself if she had to. She'd keep Padme alive. He could trust her. 

Maybe his nightmares were why her own wretched past was so heavily on the forefront of her mind.  

"You okay,  General?" Hunter frowned as they landed.  "You look distracted."

Miria pushed her thoughts back and smiled. "I'm alright dear.  I'm actually looking forward to this mission.  One of my former students is here with his master.  It'll be good to see Caleb again."

Wrecker grinned.  "Aww. A kid?"

She nodded. "He was always a timid little thing,  but Master Billaba has been good for him.  He's got the makings of a brilliant knight."

"Started off with a good teacher." Crosshair said mildly,  walking over and dropping her cloak over her shoulders. "Put this on."

"Thank you,  love." She smiled softly.  The hatch opened and a bright eyed young padawan grinned at them as the team stepped out. 

"Master Miria!" The kid ran forward and wrapped his arms around her.  "I missed you!"

She laughed.  "Hello,  Caleb. We heard you needed reinforcements here?"

"Yes ma'am! But… you got five clones." He frowned. 

Miria booped his nose affectionately.  "We'll be all you need.  Where's your unit,  and watch us work."

He nodded.  "This way!"

Hunter chuckled as the boy started leading them towards where his unit and Master were pinned down.  "Cute kid."

Miria nodded.  "He's a good boy.  He'll make a fine Jedi."

Caleb showed them the situation,  where Depa Billaba and her men were pinned and taking fire.  He looked back at the team.  "You sure you can help?"

Miria patted his head.  "Go tell Master Billaba we're here. Then just watch.  Consider it a lesson on judging too quickly,  dear."

"Yes,  Master." He nodded and ran down the snowy embankment to his master's side.  

Tech chuckled.  "A big entrance,  General?"

"Why don't we have a little fun with it?" She smiled. The snow was threatening to unnerve her,  but she was okay.  Her boys were here.  Crosshair was here.  

She could do this.  

They took a fast start,  skidding down the snowy slope while opening fire on the droids. Caleb watched in awe as they broke the Separatist walkers apart with Tech's gadgetry and Wrecker's strength,  Hunter moving with his knife and blaster severing wires left and right.  Crosshair walked through taking quick and brutally accurate shots,  while Miria leapt from droid to droid decimating everything in sight with her saber and a smile. Echo was with Tech,  cover fire while he rigged droids to blow or sent his electro-charges into their ranks to short them out.  

It didn't take long for them to sort out the droids entirely.  "Good work,  guys." Miria smiled.  

Caleb tackled into her back,  grinning hugely.  "That was so cool, Master Miria!"

She ruffled his hair. "I told you we could handle it,  dear. Clone Force 99 is the best of the best. Come on,  I'll walk you back to Master Billaba,  I need to talk to her." She and the guys were a couple hundred yards from the smiling,  dark eyed Master.  "I'll be right back,  boys."

The Bad Batch watched her walk off with the padawan, Hunter chuckling.  "I swear she finds a kid everywhere…"

Everyone froze when their comms crackled.  "It's a GAR wide directive coming through." Tech frowned curiously. It was rare anyone needed to address the entire army…

"Execute Order 66."

"Order 66?" Wrecker frowned.  "What's that?"

"I am..  not sure." Tech's eyes were scrunched up under his visor.  

Ahead of them,  Miria was laughing with Caleb when she spotted the other clones,  the regs,  stiffen.  She blinked.  "What are-?"

Suddenly every blaster was out,  hailing plasma bolts down on Depa. She drew her saber,  deflecting and fighting back as her loyal men turned on her.  

"What are they doing?!" Caleb yelped. 

Miria pushed the padawan behind her. "Depa!"

"Miria, get Caleb out of here! You have to run!" Depa screamed,  quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of clones.  "Run!"

There was no real choice.  Miria grabbed Caleb's hand and started dragging him.  "Hurry,  padawan!" Something was wrong,  deeply and horrifically wrong with these men.  She had to get him to safety.  The guys would find her,  Hunter could always find her.  But a child was in danger.

She dragged him into the wood line,  clutching him close when they finally stopped in a clearing to catch their breaths.  "They killed her! They killed Master Depa!" He sobbed furiously into her chest.  

Miria hugged him tighter.  "I know,  little one.  I know.  Shh. I'm here,  I'll protect you…" She looked around frantically. 

"What's going on, Master?" He clung tightly as she stroked his hair.  

"I… I don't know,  Caleb. Something isn't right… those clones were our friends…" She glanced over her shoulder again,  back the way they'd come. 

Target in sight. 

Crosshair had his rifle up,  having followed Hunter into the woods to look for the Jedi and padawan.  His head was killing him,  splitting at the seams with a single thought.  Good soldiers follow orders.  

He had the hapless duo in his scope, crosshairs centered on Mirias head as she turned back over her shoulder.  She looked so genuinely frightened,  those lavender eyes wide as she searched for a way out.  A way to protect the boy in her arms.  

Miria… General, Jedi,  traitor… His thoughts scattered.  Miria.  My Miria.  Mine…

But she couldn't be his.  She was a Jedi.  A traitor.  

He took the shot.

In the clearing below,  Miria yelped as a blaster shot narrowly missed her head and hit a tree.  "Keep running." She pushed Caleb forward,  drawing her saber to deflect the second shot before following him into the trees again.  "Just keep going, Caleb.  I'm right behind you."

Behind them,  Hunter heard the blast and came running as Crosshair lined up another shot against the General's retreating back.  He grabbed the barrel and yanked it up.  "What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Good soldiers follow orders." Crosshair mumbled,  sounding… out of it. "Let go."

Hunter glanced back as the swirl of Jedi cloak and purple light vanished. That was Miria… Crosshair had just shot at Miria.  

His world screeched to a halt. He'd been absolutely certain of a handful of things his whole life. That he'd die for his brothers,  that having heightened senses was a huge pain in the ass, that tobacc smoke was the most nauseating thing in the galaxy,  and that Crosshair loved Miria Halcyon.  

Crosshair lifted his rifle again when Hunter let go,  looking for his target in the scope. He never saw the fist that came down on his helmet,  over his temple,  until it was too late.  It knocked him out cold,  and Hunter dragged him to a nearby tree and sat him upright.  "Sorry, vod. Something's wrong with you." He left Crosshair there and took off after Miria and Caleb's tracks in the snow.  

The two Jedi reached a large ravine,  at least a couple hundred feet deep,  when he caught up.  "General!"

Miria spun around,  eyes wide and saber up. "Stay behind me,  padawan." She murmured,  leveling her blade at Hunter.  "Stop right there."

He nodded, tossing his blaster into the snow beside him and holding his hands up so she could see them. "Easy,  General.  I'm on your side."

"He's a clone,  Master. They killed her!" Caleb sounded so frightened behind her,  clinging to her robe.  But Hunter was willingly unarmed,  and her saber lowered slowly.  

"What's happening,  Hunter?" She whispered.  "Someone shot at us. They killed Depa…"

"I know.  Some kind of Order went out… declaring the Jedi traitors.  The regs are all turning on their Jedi." He nodded. "But I'm still on your side.  I'm still your friend,  Miri."

She nodded shakily.  "What do we do…? Are the others…"

"I don't know yet.  I'm going to find out, but I can't take you with us until we're sure. Keep the kid safe, I'll come back for you.  I promise." He murmured.  "I need you to trust me on this one." 

Miria nodded again.  "I trust you… keep them safe for me." She clipped her saber back to her belt. "Come on,  Caleb.  We've got to go."

Hunter picked his gun back up as they took a Force assisted leap across the canyon and vanished into the trees. He watched long after they disappeared,  needing to be sure from this angle and distance their tracks were indistinguishable. 

"Where'd the Jedi go?" Crosshair walked up behind him.  

"I took the shot as they jumped… they fell." Hunter hated lying to his brother,  but if something was wrong with Crosshair, he'd keep chasing them. He couldn't let him kill the woman he loved… 

Crosshair looked at him as he stared across the canyon.  "Most people would look down instead of across."

"Some of us don't like to watch."

Miria and Caleb stayed tucked down in the forest far past dark before she dared to build a fire.  She hugged the trembling boy close to her as they huddled around his meager warmth,  flinching at every cracking twig or shift of snow.  She'd been feeling it for hours,  the burning crescendo in the Force of betrayal and pain as light after light went out.  As Jedi after Jedi were murdered.  "I'm scared,  Master." He whispered against her shoulder.  

"So am I,  dear. It's okay." She rubbed his cold hands with hers.  

"What are we going to do?" He sounded so small and afraid,  and all she could do was hug him tighter.  

"A signals gone out calling all Jedi back to Coruscant.  Hunter will come back,  and we can-" her comm flashed. "Hold on a moment,  sweetheart." She opened the transmission,  a prerecorded one. But it was Obi-wans familiar voice. He was alive,  thank the Force. She could-

"This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. I regret to report that both our Jedi Order and the Republic have fallen, with the dark shadow of the Empire rising to take their place. This message is a warning and a reminder for any surviving Jedi. Trust in the Force. Do not return to the Temple…that time has passed. And our future is uncertain. We will each be challenged. Our trust. Our faith. Our friendships. But we must persevere. And in time, a new hope will emerge. May the Force be with you, always."

The sound echoed, even in Obi-wans quiet tones,  impossibly loud through their ears. Miria stared at the holo-recording of her friend, flickering as it stared back with shattered dreams in his eyes.  She slowly flipped it off. "... The Order is fallen."

"So we can't go home?" Caleb was staring too, at the empty place Obi-wans face had been.  

"There is no home to return to,  young one.  The Temple is no more…" she closed her eyes.  The Temple… her childhood home.  Her lifeline. Gone.  "I have to get you off this planet."

"Let me stay with you.  You could train me." He pleaded, clinging to her arm.  "We could make it together."

"I'm sorry,  little one. I cannot train you." She whispered.  

"Why not?  You're a Master-" he protested. 

"I'm dying, Caleb." She turned her head,  tears glimmering on her cheeks.  She wiped them on her sleeve before they could freeze.  "I've been ill for years.  Without the Temple healers,  I'll be lucky to survive a year.  I'll put you in danger and slow you down.  I want to,  sweet boy,  but I can't." Gentle hands cupped his cheeks,  wiping his own tears away with her gloved thumbs. "As long as you live,  the Jedi do too. You must survive,  Caleb. Even if you have to do it alone."

"I'm just a padawan, Master…" He whispered.  "I can't do this on my own."

Miria kissed his forehead.  "You'll have to be Jedi enough,  my child."

"What do I do,  Master?" He looked up at her,  with eyes wide and afraid but shining with the precious light of the Force. 

"I will cut your braid for you, in Depas honor." She murmured.  "Then I will get you on a transport off world. After that… you must survive.  Trust in the Force,  it will be your Master. Carry the light with you in this new darkness… you will have to take a new name and live a new life,  but you must never forget who you are.  A Jedi knight. Perhaps the last of us, but one who can outlast this darkness."

The boy nodded shakily.  "Yes, Master… but what about you?"

She smiled faintly at his concern. Sweet,  good boy,  worried for a tired woman who was asking him to do the impossible.  "My men will come back for me.  And whatever time left I have,  I will use to fight.  I'll never give up,  so don't you give up either.  And when I rejoin the Force,  I'll watch over you."

He nodded again,  as she gently let his face go and pulled a knife from her boot. She sat in front of him, taking his braid in her hand.  

This should be Depa. She should be the one to knight him,  when he's grown.  She loved him.  She deserved to see him grow up…

Miria cut the braid away and placed it in his hands, before undoing his ponytail and shaking his hair out. Then she took his robe and carefully cut it,  turning it into a jacket and scarf instead.  "Keep your lightsaber hidden." She murmured, watching him move it from his belt to his pocket.  He looked less like a Jedi now, she prayed it was enough to disguise him.  "There's a spaceport nearby, we passed it when we landed. You must take a shuttle off Kaller. Here." She passed him every credit she had,  and half her med kit and field rations she'd been carrying.  "I'll walk you there,  but then you must leave me."

They kicked snow over their fire to extinguish it, and headed for the port with only the stars as their guide.  "Master?" He whispered.  "Until we get there… can I hold your hand?"

Miria curled her fingers into his as an answer.  "I'm here, Caleb."

He squeezed her hand the whole walk,  and when dawn broke and she sent him out of the woods alone,  he curled his fist tight to hold onto her lingering warmth. He paused and glanced back,  just in time to see her fade into the trees,  still watching over him from a distance.  

You must never forget who you are.  A Jedi knight.  Perhaps the last of us, but one that can outlast this darkness. 

He had to believe in those words. 

I'm going to freeze to death.

Miria was huddled at the base of a tree for the third night in a row,  shivering uncontrollably.  She'd been waiting patiently for her men,  so sure they'd be back for her.  Hunter had promised,  and he never lied to her.  Maybe they're trapped…. Maybe they're dead,  like everyone else. 

She'd combed the Force,  searching for any survivors she could try to connect to.  But everything was swamped with suffering,  indistinguishable from one pain to another,  and what details she could discern only shattered her heart further.  The creche… her beloved little ones were dead.  Such bright little lights snuffed out before they could really begin to shine.  

The magnitude of the loss felt insurmountable.  

She hadn't dared build another fire,  not when she'd spotted clone patrols nearby.  The smoke would bring them to her,  she'd be shot down before the Bad Batch could find her. She wasn't ready to die like that, murdered by friends.  The horror was too sickening.  

Miria hugged her arms tighter around her upturned knees and tried to soothe herself with images of the ship,  and her team. The Havoc Marauder, with her boys.  She could sit by the reactor and thaw her freezing limbs.  She could cry,  cling to Crosshair's chest and let him hold her. She could hold onto the one constant that remained in her broken life. For however long she could still have it,  because with the Temple gone…

"Miri?!" A voice rose over the snow and her chattering teeth.  The nickname only a friend would call her, in a voice a little lower and raspier than a reg. 

"H-hunter!" She called back weakly, lifting her head.  

"She's over here!" 

Footsteps crunched through the snow and her sergeant skidded to her side.  Tech was with him, kneeling by her.  "Kriff, Miri." Hunter murmured.  "You're frozen." Her cheeks were faintly blue,  and she'd barely spared herself frostbite by curling tight under her cloak and filling it with her warm breath when the night temperatures dropped to brutality.  "Let's get you back to the ship."

Tech nodded. "Can you stand?" He slipped one arm around her,  Hunter lifting from the other side,  and she struggled to unfold her stiff limbs.  

"Y-yes…" she murmured,  and the two soldiers helped her between them back the way they'd come.  "I was so worried,  guys… I thought they'd hurt you too…" 

"We're alright.  Where's the kid?" Hunter murmured.  

"I got him on a shuttle off world…" she shivered so hard she rattled their armor.  Tech gave Hunter a concerned look.  

The ship came into view and Miria could have sobbed with relief.  Home. It was in sight,  everything she still had to love inside those durasteel walls.  

They got her inside and sat her by the reactor.  "Tech,  get us out of here." Hunter ordered.  "Echo, find the General some dry clothes. We'll get you warm, ma'am."

"Slowly." Tech cautioned.  "Her core temperature has dropped.  Warm her too fast and she will go into shock." He disappeared into the cockpit. 

Hunter nodded.  "Sorry General,  but we gotta get this wet stuff off. Wrecker,  get a towel from the fresher to dry her hair." 

"I'll help her get changed." Offered a small,  female voice.  Miria blinked as a little blonde head popped out from behind Wrecker's big frame.  

"O-omega?" She shuddered again.  

Hunter raised an eyebrow.  "Didn't know you guys knew each other.  Alright,  Omega. We'll get blankets,  you get her changed."

The men bailed out of the hold. Kind little brown hands helped Miria pull off her soaked clothes and get dressed in a pair of spare blacks. Miria knew they were Crosshairs from the moment she pulled the shirt over her head,  the familiar scent of the man she loved comforting.  

But… she'd seen all the others.  Where was her sniper? "Omega,  dear… was anyone injured?" She murmured as the girl scrubbed the freezing water out of her hair with a towel. "They must have gotten you from Kamino, was anyone hurt?"

Omega shook her head. "No.  It was close,  but everyone's okay."

Miria got to her feet,  leaving the radiating warmth of the reactor to head for the cockpit.  Maybe he was-

"Careful.  Your feet are numb." Omega caught her when she stumbled.  

"I'm okay,  just need to-"

Hunter came back in.  "You need to get warm." He had a blanket in his arms,  and Echo was behind him with a mug of tea.  

"I need to know what happened!" She protested,  the edge of panic rising in her voice.  "And where is Crosshair?!"

Everyone went silent,  staring at her. Echo couldn't meet her eyes,  but Hunter did and sighed. "Alright…. Let's get you to the cockpit. I'll explain."

They helped her up to her seat and bundled her up,  pushing the tea in her hands so they could all sit together.  Six seats,  all full,  but with a little girl replacing the smirking sniper she adored. 

"The… order that went out." Hunter started quietly.  "Declared the Jedi traitors and ordered their execution.  The regs… didn't have a choice.  There are these things in our heads."

"Inhibitor chips." Omega clarified. "They were designed to make clones more… docile.  Able to take commands, but they were programmed with pre-set orders.  Apparently,  this one."

Miria nodded quietly.  Mind control chips… that explained the sudden betrayal.  But it didn't ease the pain.  

"Crosshairs activated." Tech murmured quietly,  looking at the slumped little General with sad eyes.  "I do not know why, when the rest of ours did not.  I assume our mutations made ours malfunction, but his went off. He has… joined the Empire."

Mirias fingers tightened on the teacup.  "But he was safe?" She whispered.  "He was okay… when you last saw him?"

"He was shooting at us." Hunter put a hand on her shoulder. She was shaking like a leaf.  "Like he shot at you on Kaller."

Her head wrenched up. "That was Cross?" Her lavender eyes were huge,  starting to fill with tears. They'd all known this would break her heart,  but seeing it was so much worse than they'd tried to prepare for.  

"I'm sorry, Miri." Wrecker whispered. 

The Jedi set the teacup down and buried her face in her hands,  shoulders wracking with silent sobs.  Crosshair had tried to kill her.  The love of her life. It was unthinkable,  but glaring at her in stark reality. 

Everything was lost.  

"We can make for Coruscant,  get you back to your temple and lay low-" Hunter started. 

"The Temple is burning, Hunter." She half sobbed. "I got a transmission… from Obi-wan, telling any survivors not to return.  It wasn't just the Generals.  Every Jedi was targeted… I felt them die.  Even the creche…" She shook her head.  "It's all gone.  Everything I've ever known…"

"We're still here." Wrecker said softly,  getting up to pull her into a hug.  She sobbed into the front of his armor bitterly,  but clung tight.  Omega latched onto her waist, Echo following suit with Hunter and Tech,  until she was surrounded by clones squishing warmth and security into her freezing and hopeless bones.  

"We'll figure it out together." Omega promised.  

She finally shook her head,  squeezing her eyes shut. "Do you think… there's a way to disable the chip?" She whispered,  hardly daring to hope. 

"If there is, I will find it." Tech promised her,  knowing her heart was far away in a lonely bunk on Kamino. "We will get him back,  General."

She nodded again, cuddling back against the wall of armor around her.  Oh, Crosshair…

Commander.  He liked the way that sounded. 

Crosshair sat in his barracks,  watching his new team settle in.  They weren't clones,  but they knew how to fight and were slightly less irritating than regs. And the smell of whatever Wrecker had left lying around was fading with the cleaning bots having done their job.  

The weight set was gone,  and Echos' hammock in the corner.  One of his team,  he hadn't bothered to learn her name,  was scrubbing the chalk of Tech's bunk busily,  and a bubble of discomfort hit the new commander right in the gut. He hates when anyone does that. 

He tried to shake the thought off. It didn't matter what Tech hated.  He'd left, left Crosshair behind along with everyone else and run off with that blasted lab kid Omega. He was all that remained of the Bad Batch's loyalty,  and he'd have to do this on his own.  He set his new rifle back in its case and stowed it away,  picking up his data pad. 

There was a notification on the screen he hadn't checked since before Kaller. He flicked it open.  

One new image to Folder CnM

Curiously he poked through the files until he found the folder.  He opened it,  and the air rushed out of his lungs. 

It was him.  And her.  The Jedi, Miria Halcyon.  

Miria,  sleeping against his chest on the Havoc Marauder.  Miria, leaning over his shoulder on the bridge reviewing terrain maps.  Holding his Firepuncher while he coached her on a firing range on Coruscant.  Laying on his bunk on the ship with his head on her chest,  wearing his blacks and reading something.  Standing in the hold with her arms around his neck, looking up at him.  Miria,  Miria,  Miria.  

He flipped through every image,  the recollection each moment there but… stunted.  Like watching a holo-film instead of something he knew he'd lived through.  

Almost three years of little moments, curated by Tech,  sent faithfully every time he thought Crosshair would want to see them.  Even if he never asked.  Because his brother knew him,  knew he wanted these to keep.  

The newest one was from just as they'd landed on Kaller. He was putting her robe over her shoulders,  reminding her to wear it so she didn't get too cold.  Less than an hour later,  he'd had her lined up in his scope.  What was he doing?!

Good soldiers follow orders. 

Crosshair set his data pad down and took his rifle back out,  busying himself cleaning and checking it instead. Something muted and screaming through a duracrete wall in his head was begging him to get up,  get in a transport,  and find his fucking family.  But those weren't his orders.  And good soldiers follow orders.