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imabeautifulbutterfly · 6 months

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Ok, this is so fun! Congrats again!

I'll pick...Hunter (shocked, I'm sure.)

How about: "I don't think I've ever seen you smile" and "Oh, don't be cute"/"Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

Thanks!!

Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)

Thank you @clonethirstingisreal - I hope you love this Carol, it actually brought a smile to my face as I was writing it.

Enjoy, love oo.

One Meal

Warnings: knife flipping, allusions to loss, slight angst, fluff. I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.

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Hunter flicked his knife back and forth in between his fingers, as he contemplated the next mission. Things were … different, since you joined. Not good or bad … just different. It been about six months, and yes, the Marauder was cleaner and didn’t have that lingering smell anymore, and yes, the meals had gotten better too, because you refused to just eat the ration bars the GAR provided. And … okay, it was nice to see your smiling face in the morning, compared to the miserable faces of his brothers.

Yet, he still felt awkward around you. He wanted to laugh with you, like you could so easily with Wrecker, to have deep discussion, like you could with Tech, even philosophical discussions like you did with Echo. Hell, he’d be happy if he could just do target practice with you, like you did with Crosshair, but … every time he opened his mouth, he was curt, short tempered, and on edge.

It wasn’t even your fault, it was just him.

He stood from his seat, heading down the ramp and taking in a breath of fresh air. You were cooking dinner, doing your best to teach Wrecker that just because salt tasted good, didn’t mean he had to put in a whole table spoon full.

It made him laugh a little as you tried to explain in your most patient voice possible, that you’d fix the dinner and Wrecker could go help Tech or Crosshair with something else. It was your polite way of saying ‘go away.’

Hunter tried but he couldn’t stop the smile on his lips, as he walked over to you.

"I don't think I've ever seen you smile" you pointed out as he walked up to you. “What’s got you so happy?”

“Oh, I just saw how you were very tactful with Wrecker. It was funny.”

You shrugged trying to fight back your own laughter as you tried to fix the stew, by adding more water, “He tried. I’m grateful he’s willing to learn.”

“Need help? I’m not completely inept when it comes to cooking.”

You looked a little surprised when he asked, not that his offering to help was a real shock, it was the fact you realized this was the first time you two had a proper conversation. “Um … yeah, if you don’t mind using your handy dandy knife there, that you like flipping around so much, to cut up some of these veggies so I can add them, that’d be great.”

Hunter chuckled at your description, as he nodded, taking a seat and getting to work, “Where did you learn to cook?” He asked, hoping to get to know you a little better.

“My mom and grandmother. They were adamant that I learn how to feed an army if I ever needed to …” you chuckled, “I had a big family, back home. Usually there would be around twenty of us for dinner.”

“Twenty? Did you have a lot of siblings?”

“No. It was just me. But I had uncles, aunts, cousins, friends, neighbours, anyone and everyone who needed a meal could always come to our place for dinner. We never turned away anyone in need of a good meal.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It was …” a sadness passed your face, as you thought back to what had once been your home, until the Separatist droid army showed up, and destroyed everything you had held so dear.

Hunter saw your smile slip, it pained him to see that you had been through so much, although he hadn’t heard about it directly from you, he did overhear what had happened when you were talking with Tech. “Well we appreciate all your efforts, especially when you’re trying to teach us neanderthals how to cook.”

You giggled a little, pushing away the sad thoughts that had encapsulated your mind for a split second, “You’re not neanderthals.”

“We’re not exactly proper either. Couldn’t say, we’re exactly suited for a posh dinner.”

You shook your head as you laughed, “You don’t need to be suited for a posh dinner, you just need to show up to eat.” You smiled as you turned to look at him, smirking as you saw how perfectly he cut each vegetable.

You walked over and grabbed the tray of veggies, and dropped them into the stew, “Thanks for your help.”

“Of course. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure”

“Why do you take care of us? I mean granted the Marauder smells a lot better, and the meals you cook are much better than the GAR rations, but … why do you do it?”

You stirred the stew as you contemplated the question, “I guess … because you feel like family to me.” You turned to look at him, truthfully, he was the only one that you didn’t think of as family, you wanted something more with him, something special, but seeing as this was the first time you two actually talked, it might be a bit far-fetched to imagine that could possibly happen. “And, I love seeing how my food makes you guys happy. Wrecker, has the biggest smile on his face, whenever he eats when I cook. Tech has this adorable blush, although he’ll never admit how much he enjoys my cooking. And Crosshair … well he always comes back for seconds; and frankly, between you and me, he needs to eat more. He’s too skinny. I could break off his collarbone if I needed.”

“I enjoy it too,” Hunter clarified as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “I might not say it, but I always look forward to your cooking.” He blushed and turned his head away, not wanting you to see how much of an effect you had on him, and not just because of your cooking.

You laughed at his reaction, "Oh, don't be cute” you teased, “I might have to walk over there and pinch your cheeks.”

Hunter started to laugh, when he realized what you said, “Wait, did you just say that I'm cute?"

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silvershiningtarot · 1 year

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PAC 18+ 👐🏾A Little Love Letter from your Soulmate & Twin Flame ~ Pick a Pile.

❤️A channeled Message from your future partners. Take what resonates and what doesn't. You can pick more than one pile.

Our time doesn't stop. I just wanna know how you feel about me. You wanna know how I feel about you? I dream about you all the time. I feel that our souls are already married. Can you feel it? I get this shocked feeling when I hold your hand in my dreams. I know your face. Remember that. In our past life, we were hunted down. I don't know why I said that but I guess it was meant to be said. I am your person whether or not you believe it. When you sing in the middle of the night, I can hear you. I love that curve body you got. I will be watching you over from the stars. I have incarnated myself to meet you. Can you believe that now? My sweet love ❤️, Do you remember me? You told me that you remember. How can you forget? You and I are the same. Our soul is the same. I don't like labels. Or you might like labels. You probably consider me a rebel but I’m not I just don't like labels. You and I share the same soul. You know that right? I feel that you run away from me because you're scared. No need to be. I got you. I won't let you fall. Of course, you dream about other dudes, and you think that they are husbands but they are not. I am your fucking husband. You piss me off when you don't believe it. You think I can't hear you, but I do. That shit hurts my feelings when you do. Sometimes I distance myself away from you because you push me away. Not me… You! I raise my voice at you, but I tried to call you, but you didn't answer me. Ugh, shit sucks. We are telepathically connected can you feel that? I know this may scare you but I know your name. I know your name seriously. But I am not going to say it. Look at that 3:33. I like it when you dress up so beautifully. Thank you so much, for taking care of yourself. I am glad you are eating. I feel that we should talk more about our life together. Our future life. I have a good feeling that our love lives here will be perfect. I know you see me as a baby daddy. I know I got kids but at the end of the day. My kids are taken care of. You shouldn't be worrying about our kids. That's right I said it my kids are your kids too. We are a family together. From another life before us, you tried to escape with me. But we were caught, I have dreams about our life before. It was just bad. But the good part is I was with you. No matter if I were send-off to war at that time. See! Our clock is going clockwise. Sing to me, my love. Do you dream about our life too? You are such a brilliant person. When I was a young child I manifest you, I remembered watching fairytale movies with my sibling dreaming that is us on the television. I am your beast and you are my beauty. My heart has been cold 🎿 Can you warm 🔅 it up? I love it when you rough me up in your dreams. My dominance-Matrix. Sorry, I tried to be sexy with my words. Obviously, that didn't work. I am such a geek 🤓. Hey, do you watch Revenge of the Nerds? Booger is my favorite character the way he burps is fucking awesome. Haha 😂. We got something in common. Your dreams are my dreams. I am coming to you. Can I cuddle next to you? I wanna touch your soft skin. That makes me feel so happy. I know you are an aggressive woman. But I don't care! Call me bad names, and tied me down if you have. Unleash the monster out of you. 😉😜. Are you ready for your kiss with me? I wrote you this love letter for you. I know you might not wanna hear this I wanna talk to you. Your other father from your past life is saying sorry for locking you up in that castle. My darling, I want you to be okay. I love you very much. He comes to me in my dreams sometimes. But anyway, please don't be mad at me. I am your husband. I miss your voice, and I miss everything about you. I have a breeding kink. So you are going to carry my kids. That's a guarantee.

Hey, chocolate drip 💧 how are you? I'm sorry 💔 that I wasn't ready. I know I send you the wrong message in your dream. Just know that I love every minute of it. Hanging out with you, and hearing your voice. It sounded sexy to me. That shit turns me on. Woah, do you know how sexy you are? You wake up sexy. I've been feeling drained lately. My energy has been drained. I have my good days and I have my bad days. You're my soulmate. I know you don't like labels but I like it. I've been emotional, and I just wanna cry 😭. I wake up thinking about you. I just needed someone to talk to. I still feel alone. I feel that nobody gets me. I tried to put a smile on my face. I feel that someone is after me, I don't know if it bad way or a good way. Look it's 10:10. I'm glad I'm talking to you. You're my new beginning. My fresh start. I know I wasn't ready. I got scared 😱. I was frightened to meet you. I know I let my fear get in the way between us but not this time. I know this sounds fucking weird but I am glad you are being patient with me💞. I am glad you are not running away from me. I can't believe I daydream about you all the time. What would you be like? What kind of future you and I will have? What our babies would look like? I have so many questions to ask you, my dear. See, when I talk to you, I don't think about my problems ⚠️ like that. Your energy, light, and your whole aura just make me happy. I feel all giggling now. Hahaha 🥹😂. I just wanted to talk to you. So how did you sleep? Did you dream about me? I dreamt about you. You are my divine counterpart. I can hear your sweet voice in my head saying my feelings matter. I haven't been okay. Sorry for bringing the mood down. Who am I to tell you to wait on me? Of course, I want you to go out there and fucking date people. You get it. I didn't say to date someone I said people in general. I don't care if I sound possessive or clingy. But I am clingy to you. Everything on your body is mine. It's like you mindfuck me. In a good way. I am not telling you to wait, but I'm hoping 🙏🏾 that you wait. I am truly praying that you wait. Anyways, good morning to you. Or should I say Grand Rising🔅? I pray 🙏🏾 for you all the time. You know that right every single day I pray for you. I hope you can hear my prayers🙏🏾. Anyways, I love you. I wanna tell you my life story. I mean you know some of it because of what I told the world about and the media. But I still feel shut down. I've been doing a lot of self-work on myself. Like literally been doing shadow work. I have been recognizing a lot of my bullshit, people's fakeness, and my trauma.

Oooh, Hii! Baby. I feel so excited talking to you. It's like you are my energy drink. It's been an honor talking to you. I hope you are having a good day. I remember when I was young I used to draw little hearts ❤️ because I thought about my future wife as a child. So now I'm all grown up. How do you feel about us? How do you feel hearing this story? I have been manifesting you for a very long time. I never thought you exist but you do. Sometimes my friends laugh at me. But do I pay any of those bitches no mind? Hell, the fuck no. They think I'm delusional and you don't exist. You only exist in my head. Hear how that shit sounds. Fucking dumb right? Anyways. Yesterday!! 🤗💯 I hugged you, did you feel it? Our Love is like Disney movies 🎬 but ten times better than any other Disney movies. I've been healing myself. We are going to have a successful life. I love that we are going to be successful. Our connection is fate and we are each other’s destiny. So allow me to introduce myself.

I have a little message to tell you. I just wanna say that I have a huge crush on you. Do You know why I say that? Is because I had a dream about you. I finally saw who you are. Your face is gorgeous. You have the most beautiful face in the world🌸. Can I give you a rose 🌹? I wrote you this letter because I want you to remember that you are something special to me. You are very special. The way how I feel about you. I want you right now. Everything about you brights up my world. I wish that I was right there next to you. Good morning to you. You gave me so much hope. You are such a positive and great human being. You are so caring for the world👐🏾. Baby 👶🏾, are you pregnant? Not yet huh ❔ well you will be soon. I have a breeding kink. I love getting you pregnant. So the way you care for children, makes me feel that you should have kids of your own. I'm glad you are waiting patiently. I love you so much. You are my love. ❤️❤️🌹Will you take my rose? As an honor of my appreciation to you. I appreciate you.

We are each other's perfect match. We are each other's equal. You belong with me forever. See! I said it because you are my favorite person in the world to me. How are you feeling today? Is everything okay, I hope that it is. Because if it isn't, please let me know. I'll put a spell on these fools who are hurting you. I'm not kidding around. I do magic ✨. So again if anyone is bothering you. Just wink 😉 at me. I'll get the message. But anyway enough of that negativity. I hope you are waking up doing yoga. Meditating and just relaxing your mind. I do yoga sometimes. I always meditate because meditation helped me. I was in your shoes before. I was in a dark place but now I realize that I can't fucking seat around and just wait for the universe help me grow. I told myself I want to grow. So I made it my mission to change my life around. Now I feel better. That doesn't mean I don't have bad days but I'm good 🌟. So again, my love I want you to focus on yourself, their problem isn't your problem. Whoever got the drama, don't fucking get involved. That shit pissed me off. So you better begin a new change in your life baby. Anyways that's my message to you. Grow baby, Grow! Not for me, your family, or your friends but for yourself. Have better self-control. Whenever you feel down, angry or sad, or just not in the mood. Go ahead and talk to me🥲. I always talk to you. Listen to my message.

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femmefighter · 6 months

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Incoming rant - please scroll past to avoid this downer if you want.

I'm so disappointed in all of the events/fanart/servers/works etc that treat the Ahsoka series like the WolfWren or the SabEzra show. I got so heavily into Star Wars because of one character: Ahsoka. I was so freaking excited when they announced her live action series, and even more excited when, on viewing the trailer, saw that it was going to centre around multiple strong female characters! Seriously, I would jabber on to even non-Star Wars friends about how excited I was about the push of female characters in this show. And awesome female characters at that!!

I go looking for fan-created merch, be it artwork or clothing etc, and I am left so freaking wanting because everything is WolfWren. I am so starved for content that is of the main character of the show, I am at a complete loss at how the fandom has turned its back on such an incredible character for favour of a non-canon, self-proclaimed-toxic-yuri ship.

I know, I know, ship and let ship. I'm totally down with that. I love fandom art and fanfiction in general. I love me some gorgeous WolfWren art (not a SabEzra shipper, but that's a separate rant that we don't need to air, but I love their sibling relationship!). I might even love a bit of WolfWren fanfiction (very occasionally). And I have found one small, safe space on a server where I can safely indulge in my tiny little Sokabine tugboat of a ship (on Bo-Katan-centric server of all places, WTF? But damn I am so grateful for that space and those moderators). I know my ship is niche, (I don't know how, but anyway) I know I'm not going to find anyone who is as die-hard over my ship as I am. I expected that.

What I didn't expect was to find myself so lacking in Ahsoka-the-character content in fandom spaces supposedly dedicated to the Ahsoka show. Everyone loves a good ship, but the lack of other ships that could be celebrated from the show (NightDaughter, Herasoka, MonHera, ShinSoka, Morgbine, whatever!) I find is reflective of a lack of interest in the character traits of the individuals. To me, it seems like fans are more interested in an aesthetic than they are on histories, values and idiosyncrasies of the characters themselves.

Anyway, if you've got to the end of this rant, thank you for reading. Again, I don't mean to hate on such ships. I was actually just as excited as everyone else at how the actors validated WolfWren as a ship to enjoy, considering it was femslash fanfiction that made me feel less alone when I was a closeted teen nearly two decades ago. I'm just frustrated at the lack of space in the fandom for content that is different.

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skellymom · 2 months

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"SMASH AND GRAB"

"THE BAD BATCH FEM READER X HUNTER/ECHO ACTION/ANGST FAN FIC"

Angsty angst between the reader (mildly Force sensitive/empath-nothing super powerful), a lover and a friend regarding the fate of the squad. Someone needs to listen and realize there is more than one future for Clone FAMILY 99.

BE PUNK. DO CRIME. FIGHT FACISM.

Background: Love is hard and I wanted to capture a relationship that is trying to survive in a time of chaos and oppression. Where nothing is a sure bet, and the thought of losing loved ones is terrifying and a real possibility. How long can CF99 stay hidden on Ord Mantell? The reader experiences a sense of dread that their sanctuary may not last long.

...with a little Punk shenanigans thrown in to show the Fascists just WHO they are kriffin' around with!

Y'all, this started as a fun romp in Punk Crime...then got REAL deep. Couldn't help the word count. The story just kind wrote itself.

Note: This story hints at a possible LOVE TRIANGLE. Not extremely apparent. But those of you who code Hunter as "The Boyfriend" and code Echo as "The Close Friend" might see it. Also, Passion and Practicality as dramatic opposites.

Those of you who wish to NOT SEE A LOVE TRIANGLE. Please just read this dynamic as a caring lover vs a caring friend. Hopefully it's ambiguous enough for EVERYONE.

People who aren't particularly fond of Hunter's character arc while on Ord Mantell during S2 of the actual series will LOVE that I pick on him a bit in this fic.

Word Count: 3.5K

WARNING: Star Wars Canon Violence, someone is stabbed in shoulder w/no mention of blood, blood smear on a bottle, fear, angst, maybe mild swearing, briefly implied sex in one sentence.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

“Aww...” Omega kicked the dirt and hung her head...twisting the pendant around her neck.

“Sorry kiddo. We just...don’t have the credits.” I shrugged feeling defeated.

She gave one last glance at the chocolate bar, nodded and shuffled off to the next vendor’s stand.

“Hey.” Getting the attention of the vendor who owned the stand. “Would you take 2 credits instead of 3? For the kid??” Pointing in Omega’s direction.

It was worth a try.

“Come back when ya got the credits...or DON’T come back AT ALL!” The vendor waved me away from their stand.’

“Geez, you don’t have to be so RUDE about it!” I shot back as I left to catch up with Omega.

The vendor yelled after me “YOU PEOPLE...always wanting a handout! Glad the Empire is cleaning up the planets in this system. SICK OF YOUR KIND!”

I waved back to him with a very specific hand signal...

Being poor sucks.

We’ve been scraping by since working for Cid on Ord Mantell. Hunter and I have been talking about taking the squad and bailing soon...

...after the NEXT job.

We’ve been talking about this for a while. But it’s always about the NEXT job...even if that was the last job we just did.

He’s scared to leave and face the unknown.

It’s the devil he knows. And, somehow, it’s a kind of unfavorable comfort.

But I HATE that Cid holds shit over our heads constantly.

It’s making me seethe. Making me resent my scared lover a bit. And it breaks my heart that Omega can’t be a child...

If Crosshair was here, he’d have set shit straight right away...

But The Empire took him away from us.

Echo agrees with me and tries to reason with Hunter.

Tech gets sidetracked with everything going on.

Wrecker, ever the supportive sibling goes along for the ride.

Omega falls in with them too. It’s all an adventure for her...

Until it’s not. And, I’m worried that’s going to be very soon.

I can feel it.

Every day SOMETHING is getting closer.

And, I itch to escape this planet.

But I WON’T go without them. Life is nothing without them ALL.

My opinion: We ALL can do better somewhere else. Somewhere that WON’T have us living hand to mouth.

But we MUST leave Ord Mantell. Or we’ll never know what the future might hold for us.

ANOTHER mission for Cid. And this one requiring that I and Omega stay behind for “safety reasons.”

Hunter’s words, not mine.

And this time Echo spoke up “The fact that we are leaving them behind means it’s time for us to terminate Cid’s employ.”

“Where would we go? Cid was YOUR contact, remember.” Hunter shot back.

Echo nodded across the room to me “She can FEEL it. I believe her that we don’t have much time left. Can’t you feel it too???”

Hunter sat down wearily and sighed. “EVERYTHING has been a blur since losing Crosshair...” Putting his hand to his brow “Been missing a LOT lately.”

Omega is sitting next to me. I can see the panic in her eyes. “Why are they arguing?”

“Because they love us. And, making decisions for the ones you love is difficult.” I didn’t want to tell Omega that these men who normally have such a close camaraderie are only openly arguing because they are AFRAID. The dynamic in our squad is starting to break down. She’s seen and been through enough. I try to shield her from what I can when I can.

Tech and Wrecker weighed in on the situation...which now REALLY doesn’t help.

Their voices rose higher. I don’t hear the words anymore. Just FEEL the emotions behind them: accusations, defensiveness, declarations to fight the Empire, plans to score big one last time and retire for good...

I can’t sit here anymore. Gently took Omega’s hand, leading her out of Cid’s Parlor with the lure of a “window shopping” to blow off steam. Basically poor-person's shopping.

She stops at the doorway, looking up at me. So many emotions on her face. “Shouldn't we tell them where we’re going?” Omega remembers the last time she stepped out without checking in.

I survey the loud debate between four grown men...four grown men who are scared, unsure boys who never had to live this way before. My heart went out to every one of them. I tried to tell them, to contribute to this discussion...so many times. But they defer to two polar opposites with nothing in-between:

Stay and keep working for Cid, hoping to eventually get ahead...then go retire on some fictional planet with a slim hope the Empire will never find us.

Or, leave Ord Mantell forever and fly away with false fantasies of a battle leading to victory while heading right into the belly of the BEAST.

“They won’t notice.” It wasn’t the best answer...but I was mentally and emotionally exhausted. “We’ll be back before then...”

Omega, not totally buying my reply, still relented...

But not without an unsure glance behind her at her brother’s grousing.

Apparently...they DID notice.

“Just where did you both go???” Hunters concerned and frustrated face met us as we descended the stairs.

I could see Echo across the room sitting at the bar “pretending” not to pay attention to our conversation.

“Omega and I wanted to skip the big multi-person argument.” I cooly clapped back.

He relaxed after seeing Omega with a big smile on her face.

Then tensed up after she told him why she’s smiling:

“Hunter, I met a Wino tonight. He smells funny, but he does fantastic magic tricks!”

Then she skipped away to see what Tech had on his datapad. Wrecker handed her a fizzy kiddy beverage dressed up with a slice of Meileroon on the rim.

Hunter gave me a... face. The kind he gives me when I have some explaining to do.

“What?”

He sighed.

“Please use your words.”

“Ok. DON’T leave without telling us where you are going. Double if Omega is with you.”

“Sure thing, Sergeant.” Then I turned and walked away. Settling in the furthest corner of the bar to be alone.

Hunter shook his head and scoffed. Strolled defeatedly back to the bar, then gave Tech a slight bump on the shoulder. Tech immediately slid off the stool and followed Hunter into Cid’s empty office...and shut the door.

I leaned back into the sofa and closed my eyes. I felt so exhausted...

A few minutes later a warm hand patted my shoulder. I opened my eyes.

Echo set down a drink on the table beside me. “Glad you and Omega are back. We get worried sometimes. Things are getting...complicated and dangerous. He’s...WE are ALL looking out for you both.”

He walked away and entered Cid’s office, closing the door behind him.

Kriff...they DEFINITELY are planning ANOTHER mission...

Put it all out of my mind and settled in to watch Wrecker and Omega play several rounds of “KABOOM!” It’s a chaotic card game Wrecker made up to keep Omega busy. She loves Dejarik, but Wrecker tires of it easily. KABOOM! is really an old card deck CF99 has carried with them forever, and Wrecker has scrawled writing all over them with his own “game script.”

“KABOOM!” Omega yells after she picks a particular marked card. Then throws her hand up into the air to symbolize an explosion...

Kaboom indeed...hopefully not us and not anytime soon...but the cards will fall wherever they may...I have no control over them.

“Hey...” Smoky whisper in my ear.

I open my eyes and see Hunter hovering over me. His eyes are soft and loving while he runs his fingers though my hair. I’m covered with a blanket and there’s a pillow under my head. The game room is empty, silent, and dark.

“How long have I been out?”

“Couple hours.” Then he plants a kiss on my forehead. “Apologies for earlier today.”

“Accepted. I could have handled that interaction better myself...”

“No...I’ve...got to get my shit together.”

“I won’t argue with that.” I snicker.

He smiles. It’s been SO long since I’ve seen him do that. My heart aches for a time before this one...a simpler time for all of us.

His expression switches to a forlorn one...

“You’re leaving soon...”

“Yes. But I promise it’s the LAST mission for Cid. EVER.”

“I recall you’ve said that before.” I grumped, attempting to get up from the couch.

“But this time I MEAN it.” He grabs my hand and I stop.

He drops something cold into my palm and the chain it’s attached to trails out of his hand. Then he cups his hand affectionately under mine.

It’s a necklace. The pendant a shard of deep green meteorite Hunter and I had witnessed impacting a planet when we first kissed. How’s that for symbolism? When it finally cooled, he snuck back to the site, fishing it out and surprised me with this as a gift. Carried in my pockets for forever...until recently I thought it had been lost.

“You got sneaky there, Bandana.”

“Tech set it so you can wear it. It’s made of the metal that doesn’t irritate your skin...that doesn’t sound very romantic...does it?” Hunter grimaced.

I snort and it elicits a chuckle from him. “For most people, probably not. But I deeply appreciate the gesture. Also, the practicality. Thanks.” His words may falter, but I can FEEL the intensity of his emotions in this moment. The depth of his affection and devotion.

He lovingly takes the necklace from my hand and clasps it around my neck. I lift the blanket and Hunter crawls in next to me on the sofa.

“I love you so much Y/N. Have a hard time showing it sometimes...please understand I just want the best for us...”

I shush him with my finger to his lips. “I love you too, Hunter...and I struggle in the same way. Let’s call a truce...for tonight.”

He nods and I kiss him...kiss him with all the fire and passion that I cannot say with words. He answers my love language in kind. We heat up that sofa like nothing it’s ever seen before.

That fateful day I’ve been worried about finally came...

An Imperial Class Venator loomed over the city.

So large, it blocked out part of the sun.

White armored stormtroopers, dispatched to the planet swarmed Ord Mantell. They kicked in doors and terrorized the locals.

Were they searching for us? Or just taking over the planet, like so many others in the galaxy?

“Havoc 1, do you copy?” Echo tries to comm Hunter...

Nothing.

“Empire is jamming all ground communications.” He sneered.

Omega and I sat crouched across from Echo under a vendor table. The tablecloth kept us hidden.

Today was our day to shop for supplies. Of course, Echo tagged along. If Hunter wasn’t with us, it would always be Echo.

I was already a bundle of nerves that my “bad feeling” came true. Echo’s presence helped me keep it hidden around Omega.

“Oh NO!” Omega started to fret. “Maybe they’ve been captured? How will they find us? We’ll be separated!” The fear rising in her voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I put my arm around her, giving a firm squeeze. “Don’t worry, Hunter and Tech probably got it under control. And Wrecker will smash heads.”

“Yeah, kiddo what Y/N said.” Echo put a calm face on it.

He knew something I didn’t...I could FEEL it.

“We need to get to them!” Omega whispered

“No Havoc 5. We’re sitting tight. They’ll find us.” Echo winked.

He DID know something...

“Out with it, Echo.”

“What?” His expression innocent.

“What do YOU know that Omega and I don’t?”

“Nothing...” Smiling with that shit eating grin if his. Sassy, yet charming.

Omega and I glance at one another. Then glare at Echo.

“Hey, I was sworn to secrecy.” His expression turned from mild to hardened soldier as the sound of marching feet rounded the corner of the vendor’s square.

Echo silently pulled his weapon...having it on the ready.

They stopped next to our table.

“FREEZE Civilian! Come out with your hands up!!!”

All three of us froze, staring at one another.

Echo had a look...like he was ready to kill whoever was out there...

Omega put both hands over her mouth. Her eyes wide in abject fear.

I squeezed her closer to me...

The trooper violently kicked over the table...

...next to us.

A man’s scream rang out and continued to do so as they beat and kicked him.

We recognized the voice. It was the local street wino. Nice man...just liked his Spotchka a bit TOO much.

“Evading Emperial soldiers is a crime Civilian...so is stealing.”

The wino’s bottle of unopened Spotchka rolled under the table, stopping to rest against my knee...

...blood smeared across it.

A trooper’s hand groped under the tablecloth for the bottle.

Omega mewled in terror quietly behind her hands.

Echo readjusted the grip on his weapon.

I silently pulled the small vibro dagger from my belt...

...hovering it over the groping hand.

“LEAVE IT!” Another trooper barked at the one reaching for the bottle.

“I’VE ALMOST GOT IT!” He crankily barked back.

The hand hovered over the bottle...

Then suddenly gripped my leg and yanked me out from under the table!

The trooper seemed shocked at what he pulled out. He crouched there staring dumbly at me. I lay in the dust stunned...

...for a split second...

Then I viciously stabbed him in the shoulder.

The trooper screamed. Echo knocked the table over and opened fired on the rest of the Imps. He laid them all to rest efficiently.

But our cover was blown.

I pulled my dagger from the dead trooper, sheathing it.

The wino, bloody and battered, staggered to his feet.

“THERE THEY ARE!!!”

All of us turned to see the vendor from the other day pointing in our direction. He was standing at his stall with a HUGE satisfied grin on his face.

More imps passed him running toward us. The wino found his feet and fled quickly from the scene.

To add insult to injury, the vendor felt the need to keep speaking...

“WARNED YOU THE EMPIRE IS CLEANING UP THE GALAXY! YOU PEOPLE DON’T DESERVE TO LIVE...”

The roar of an engine overhead thankfully drowned out the rest.

Tech fired the Marauder’s cannons into the crowd of Imps, decimating them. Then swooped in lower to pick us up.

Echo grabbed Omega’s hand, and before she could be whisked away, she pushed something cold and hard into my hand...

The bottle of Spotchka...opened...with a strip of the torn tablecloth stuffed into it...

A makeshift wick.

Did I mention how much I LOVE THAT LITTLE HOOLIGAN!

The vendor locked eyes with me. His hateful stare...all the horrible things he said to us while on Ord Mantell...his lack of empathy for our plight...his open contempt for the poor...outcasts...those that don’t fit into HIS version of society...his alliance with The Empire...the unyielding hand of power beating down EVERYONE in the galaxy...

RIGHTOUS ANGER welled up within me...

We kept eye contact as I calmly pulled the small torch from my belt.

And lit the wick.

Then smiled at that kriffing piece of Bantha waste.

The haughty expression left his face damned quick...and he turned tail and ran.

I chucked that Flaming Bottle of Rebellion as hard as I possibly could and ran towards the ship. The explosion rang out as I reached the Marauder, pushing me backwards onto the gangplank.

All manner of debris rained down from the sky.

And... for some STRANGE reason, I reached out to catch one particular piece...

...just a FEELING...a hunch...some random, strange reflex...no thinking involved whatsoever...

My arms enclosed around it...as it slammed squarely into my midsection, knocking the wind out of me...

I gasped for air...

Barely registering Hunter reaching out and yanking me into the Marauder...

The flight away from Ord Mantell was ROCKY with extremely heavy space traffic!

Tech navigated through all manner of passenger and cargo ships around the planet trying to escape being captured by the Empire. Echo at his side assisting with hyperspace jump codes.

Just the thing we needed to get away undetected...for now.

Hunter rubbed my back as I struggled to breathe. Finally, I got my wind back, then looked down at what hit me in the gut.

A FULL unopened box of exported Coruscant designer chocolate bars.

“Huh...sometimes that Force stuff really does work out.” I muttered. “OMEGA!”

She ran over.

"Here ya go, kiddo.” Handing her the whole box. “Btw...thanks for the Spotchka Cocktail.”

She smiled like a fox in an Endorian henhouse and ran away with the box. I could hear Wrecker’s excited voice as he helped her open it.

I gently fell back and relaxed against Hunter’s chest, exhaling away all the stress.

He put his arms around me, inhaling the scent of my hair.

“Hey?”

“Hmmm?” He hummed into my hair.

“How did you know EXACTLY where we were?”

His hand slowly snaked up and tapped the keepsake necklace around my neck.

“You...have a TRACKER on...ME???” I glanced over to the necklace around Omega’s neck.

“Uh huh.” Tracing a heart shape slowly against the skin of my chest.

He didn’t even have to look up from nuzzling my hair. Hunter KNEW I understood Omega was also carrying one as well.

I glanced across the Marauder to Echo.

“YOU LITTLE MECHANICAL SHIT!” I teased.

“Of course. You wouldn’t expect anything less?” He smirked, then swung his chair around to converse with Tech.

“So...you put a bell and collar on us BOTH?” I addressed Hunter.

“For safety reasons only. Can’t have anything bad happening to our girls.” He caressed my face. “Originally it was only for Omega...you know...her wandering off problem. Just couldn’t cope if we lost you both...”

I sat up to turn around and face him. Putting his face in my hands.

“Hunter, we’re finally free from Cid and Ord Mantell. But I’m upset it took something like THIS for us to leave. I’ve been asking for MONTHS!”

Behind me I could FEEL Echo turning his attention back to us. FEEL him nodding in agreement with my statement. Almost FEEL him thinking “We got lucky this time.”

Hunter’s eyes flicked up to Echo, then back to me.

“You’re BOTH right. I’m sorry. Bad at this civilian business. I’ll do better in the future...we have one now.”

“Except for the Empire...” Echo clapped back.

Hunter’s eyes flicked back up to Echo. He nodded, slight defeat on his face.

“HUNTER.” I implored. His eyes focused back on me. “PROMISE me we’ll stay off the radar for a while...and make our OWN way as much as possible.”

“I promise.”

“PROMISE that you will LISTEN to me when I give you my input about what I sense and think. I’m an important part of this squad...oh let’s stop saying that...FAMILY!

Hunter waited...I felt him SENSING that I wasn’t done speaking. Was he finally getting his senses back???

“AND STOP STONEWALLING ME! It’s disrespectful. I’m a grown woman and your partner...hopefully for the long run...but it WON’T be if you don’t respect me and start having the harder conversations.”

Ouch...I could see that cut deep. What I said wasn’t hurtful. Hunter was recognizing his mistake. He was really listening to my brutal honesty.

“And...STOP beating yourself up...that’s MY job!”

He raised an eyebrow.

I finished...and could FEEL the weight of several pairs of eyes on us. Everyone else in the ship was watching my and Hunter’s interaction.

Hunter and I met every pair of eyes in the place.

“No arguing with her AT ALL! She’s RIGHT.” Echo smirked and turned back towards the Marauder's dash.

"Agreed.” Tech following suit.

“Let’s let them work it out, eh?” Wrecker put his hand on Omega’s shoulder.

Ever astute, Omega nodded, then took her box of chocolates and went to the gunner’s loft with Wrecker.

Hunter stared into my eyes with a clarity that I had only witnessed BEFORE our arrival to Ord Mantell “I’ve been neglecting you...and our relationship too.” He sighed. “If you would rather go off with Echo and run missions for the resistance, I wouldn't blame you.”

“It’s true that I may not want to totally settle down on some back-alley planet. But then, I’m certainly not ready to run off and wage war with a huge oppressive regime just yet, ok? Maybe something in-between. I’m not an all or nothing kind of gal.”

Hunter nodded and glanced briefly at Echo again. Then back to me.

“It’s true...I DO love him.” I revealed.

Hunter’s face showed a very brief, very hurt micro expression.

“But It’s true that I love YOU too. And I love Omega, Wrecker, and Tech... I still love Crosshair...wherever he is. I love you all so much sometimes it hurts. Love you all so much, that I can’t leave you even though I could feel the Empire closing in on us...”

“We don’t leave our own behind...” Hunter whispered.

“Never.” I answered. “Let’s work on being a family that can come together and plan our future...ok? If you and I DON’T plan our future, we won’t ever have one. Does that answer your question?”

“Completely.” Hunter’s voice cracked.

I put my arms around Hunter and held him close.

Then we quietly contemplated what the future would hold...and where we would go next.

Not before catching Echo’s expression and FEELING the words behind it:

You’re brave...and I’m very PROUD of you!

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Hello, I am writing for HP fandom for first time. Hope you guys like it.

This is my headcanon for Jily live au. Voldemort didn’t exist, tom riddle did, he just didn’t become Voldemort. (But that’s a story for another time)

I still have no idea what to do with Peter though. I don’t know how to include him. Let’s just forget about him altogether.

Also I ship canon ships only.

Time for some headcanon now:—

James was torn between what career to choose after hogwarts. Stuck between pursing his passion for quidditch or opt for some other mature field.

Lily assured him that she would’ve fine with whatever he chooses. No career is lesser important of mature or not.

Lily decides she wants to be a potioneer, brew and develop new potions ranging from medical health to cosmetics.

She later develops a potion that helps werewolves. Helps them to gains more control over their body during full moon and reduces their pain.

They get married young and have baby Harry just like canon.

However, Harry is not planned at all (they are not at the brink of the war, they don’t need to move fast).

James wants to quit Being star chaser (Sirius also followed him and became a professional player) and be with Harry all the time so Lily can focus on her career.

Remus reassures them that he can babysit Harry all the time. With James’ busy schedule and Lily’s work.

He doesn’t have any job anyway because of the discrimination against werewolves

Both Lily and James are not eager to give Harry a sibling any soon, which results in 10 years age difference between Harry and his baby sister.

Jily’s second child is a baby girl named Rose. (Cliche. I know. Sue me)

If you thought Harry being spoiled for being only child between three best friends. Think how spoiled will the Only Girl child would be.

Baby Rosie is spoiled. By her father (man is wrapped around her tiny fingers), her brother and by her uncles.

Lily would buy all those cute dresses to dress up her baby girl because Harry managed to ruin his clothes all the time.

Lily taking Rose out on girl dates because there is just too much testosterone in the house.

And Harry. Oh he loves his sister. His parents had to physically remove him from nursery because the boy would spend whole night staring at his sister rather than sleeping.

His routine was to check Rose the first thing the morning and then bid her good night before sleeping.

He was friends with Neville before he was friends with Ron.

But Ron would still be his best friend.

Remus joins Hogwarts few years prior to Harry’s first years.

Lily’s potion had helped many werewolves.

James left quidditch and became a stay-at-home dad when Lily was pregnant with their daughter.

Sirius still continued to be a player for a while before retiring.

Both James and Sirius became head of their family and took their family’s seats in ministry (Sirius was reluctant but James convinced that they could put their foot down and make changes that would help to shape new wizarding world)

Regulus continued his perfect son persona until he couldn’t. He finally snapped and ran away from the family.

Okay that’s it for now. I hope you liked it. Please like and share your thoughts!!!

Maybe we can discuss further headcanons in future

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voodoo-writer · 1 year

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Found Family in Star Wars

What I really love about Star Wars is how much of the fandom is fully into the found family trope.

Like, lots of people may complain that Din and Grogu is the most generic trope that Disney could have gone for, but that’s how it always was. How a lot of the fandom truly sees Star Wars for.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din – «Family is more than blood».

The Vode. The biggest family you could have asked for. Thousands of overprotective for each other brothers, who are ready to make anything possible for each other. Waxer and Boil almost adopting Numa (yes please). The Bad Batch that are literally five older brothers taking care of one little sister.

True Mandalorians. Like Jaster Mereel, Kal Skirata, young Jango, Walon Wau, Mij Gilamar, Vhonte Tervho – all of them stay true to Resol'nare, be it an au with no Kamino or with it. You get 1 True Mandalorian within a radius of child in distress and now you have an angry buir ready to kill. It is literally in the marriage vows – We will raise warriors.

The Jedi Order. They have their flaws (who does not?) but they are one huge dysfunctional family. From Crèche masters, Knights, Masters, Guardians, Younglings and Padawans. They protect their own. You can say anything about «no attachment rule» but I feel like having an amazing lineage with lots of padawan-siblings, masters, uncle/aunt-masters, grandmasters that ground you must be an amazing feeling. We do know that the Jedi still fail their own in lots of ways, but like if there were no Sith and they were living not in the middle of the Republic imagine how more peaceful and truer to the code their lives would be?

The Corps. We don’t get a lot of information about them but I adore everyone who writes, shares headcanons, draws them. They are still Jedi, though they have different specializations. They give aged out younglings new purpose and they stay true to the Force. To be honest, since the Corps do not live on Coruscant I believe before 66 they were definitely even more attuned to the Force then the Order (cause again, one annoying Sheev)

The Ghost Crew. Do I even need to say anything? They are an amazing family that pulled through a lot of obstacles (and sadly losses). They all lost something even before getting together but staying together was their biggest strength.

The Opress brothers. Even though we did not get a lot of Feral in TCW we got enough of Maul and Savage. Even with all of the evilness and full sith-crazy mode they were brothers till the end. If it was not for Dooku and Sidious (and well mother Talzin and nightsisters) they would be still together and be strong.

The Original Skywalker/Solo family. Han’s and Luke’s brotherhood even before romance with Leia started. Leia and Luke bonding even before they knew they were blood family. Chewie protecting his family, even the Droids like C3PO and R2.

And the list goes on. I probably missed out on a lot of families so if you want to add some to the list – do reblog/comment!

In the end I just want to say that even though a lot of people say that our fandom is one of the most toxic ones I still adore everyone who spends their time writing, drawing, doing cosplay – literally anything fandom related. Even if you don’t create and just read – supporting creators makes all of this worth it.

Please, continue creating more stories about any characters, any family, anything that you love in this fandom. There always will be people who will appreciate anything you do to help our fandom thrive.

#star wars #the bad batch #the clone wars #the vode #the jedi order #jedi #han solo #star wars original trilogy #the rebels #ghost crew #Jedi corps #the feelings of finding your found family they finally got me #thank you for coming to my TED talk #true mandalorians #the mandalorian #I hope someone is going to read my rant and think huh this is inspiring #I love you SW fandom <3

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Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

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Months go by. And it feels like I am a standing force against the passing of time and the constant outbursts of the war. I watch from the sidelines as Ashoka becomes a prodigy in the care of Ani, even when she constantly challenges him and gets on his nerves. Soon the first joint mission comes and we are headed towards another planet that is destroyed by the war and its inhabitants are barely holding on to life. Slowly adding to the casualties more people and their home planets.

The first makeshift hospital we visit is full of haunted faces, open wounds and death. Families are gathered together around their lost members as grief surrounds them. A heavy tension clouds the air and it weighs down on you until it suffocates you because you are not able to even breathe from the intense emotion that is prominent in every possible way. Anakin heads towards the chief of the clan intending to have a "friendly" interrogation after he drew the shortest straw in the small fighter jet that carried us here.

And so Ashoka and I attend to the wounded, trying to match minor wounds the best we can and bring solace to those whose wounds are fatal and they won't make it probably until sunrise. We use the Force to ease their pain and let them enjoy their last moments with their families the best they can. Hours pass like this until my eyes fall on a small boy. He has dirty blond hair and his face is covered in dirt, the only place on his face that seems clean is the trail his tears have left behind as red-rimmed puffy eyes meet my gaze.

He looks scared to death. He looks like what small Ani looked like.

I stalk closer to him and sit next to his cot as I introduce myself to him. He stares at me intensely, his gaze is full of mistrust as he waits for my next move. I have long learned that patience is a virtue and it is much needed in situations like this.

"I'm Jack" he croaks out after a while since I seemed to have passed some kind of evaluation. I simply smile at him.

And ask him "What happened to you, Jack?"

"It's not pretty."

"I think I can handle that," I whisper to him as I try to maintain the facade of calmness on my face. He draws his blanket to the side revealing… a missing leg. My eyes slightly widen but I do not let myself show any other type of emotion. I inspected the wound and it seemed like someone knew that they needed to burn the infected and stitch the remaining flesh. And yet Jack won't make it, he may have three hours tops as the infection spreads fast and it will soon reach his heart.

"I will die, won't I? The doctors say that in a few hours, I will be fine but I know they are lying. Please tell me the truth."

"I'm sorry," I say as a tear slips out.

"Can you do me a favour? "

"Of course. Anything you want."

"Can I see the stars once more?"

I simply nod not being able to use my voice for fear of it breaking, the way my heart breaks into a million pieces for this small kid who never did anything wrong besides existing. My eyes scan the room. No one is paying attention to us. Yet I cloak us as I carry him outside in my arm, perching him to my hip as I head towards the tallest place I can find in a close distance. I sit down and place him in my lap, keeping him close, drawing the physical pain from him inflicting it on myself. And we watch the stars. They look different from the way they look back at the Temple but they are still as breathtaking.

I stay unmoving for as long he is with me, providing silent comfort until he takes his last rasping breath whispering "Thank you. Mama was right. Jedis are angels."

My head is spinning and I try to maintain my composure as I carry him back to the hospital, only this time I head towards the wing where the sadly departed inhabit. I place him as gently as possible down and cover him with a white sheet. I spin on my heels. I work and move on autopilot, as my feet carry me outside in the most private place I can find. Only then do I break apart, only then do I let my sadness consume me.

My breathing is ragged as silent sobs escape me. My shoulders shake quietly. At some point arms wrap around me, they are gentle despite their hard and strong nature. They hold me tight as they guide me. Our chests are now pressed together. The heels of my palms dig harshly into my eyes trying to stop the slipping tears. He just holds me tight and I have lost any sense of the passing time until I calm down. He rubs comforting circles on my back and waits until my breathing turns normal and syncs with his from the heavy sobs that escape me. He waits until my heartbeat syncs with his.

Once my head clears I find my face buried in a shoulder. A very comforting and sturdy shoulder and then the overwhelming scent of him consumes me. Anakin, of course, it's him. And so I just hug him even tighter, not letting go as his hand buries in my hair and slightly massages my scalp. And so we stay like that until we have to go back to the wounded, back to the reality of war. But for a second I let myself bask in his impossibly close presence. We stay quiet as I finally turn to face him and he smiles at me, the one that can make my insides flame and he kisses my forehead before resting his forehead against mine as he gazes into my eyes in, what some might describe, a loving way and rubs my cheeks with his thumbs soothing the ache in me.

“Sometimes I wish we could be like this forever. I wish for more.” He whispers to me.

“Ani don't say that.”

“You know it's true. We both want it of that I am certain.”

“It's forbidden. You know we can't.”

“I don't give a damn about the Code.”

My answer is cut off by an explosion. We quickly get to our feet trying to locate the source of the now raging fire. The only remaining place that could have been targeted would be…. No, it can't be. I will myself to run faster and I skip into a halt as I face a flaming hell. Screams sound as every person inside the medical camp becomes ashes.

Ashoka is still inside, is my only thought as I run into the flames trying to locate her. Anakin tries to grab my hand to stop me but he is too late and he chases after me yet to no avail as the entrance collapses in front of him. Caging him outside and the rest of us to our doom. He sits there panicking as one phrase loops in his mind. Please no, please.

After what must have seemed like an eternity we emerge, looking like hell ourselves, our faces are covered to ashes and our robes frizzle with burning flames. But to him, we must look like miracles as he races towards us and he helps us to a safe distance.

He does something that surprises the life out of his young Padawan. He lets his guard down for the first time as he hugs us and forces all of us to collapse to the ground.

“Don't do that ever again” he whispers “You scared me to death. I don't think I can do this without you.”

A new sense of balance engulfed us as we headed back to the Temple bearing the devastating news of no survivors.

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#anakin skywalker x female reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker fluff #star wars fanfiction

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Part 2 my AU: Megatronus - The Fallen AU

Funny version how talking to Optimus's siblings went:

Op: I need you help, I can't defeat Unicron alone.

Eleven of them present in the realm of primes: ha ha nope

Op: okay then I'm gonna free Megatronus and he is my favorite from now.

Primes: :0

When Optimus gives Megatronus freedom he gives him also a deal. Something like "You help me and I will not put you back inside your prison. After we are done with Unicron you can go and do whatever you want as long as you don't cause any trouble" and Megatronus is like "...hello my new favorite sibling". They have a deal. Megatronus can't fight or kill anyone (autobots and decepticons have a peace for now) and Optimus will not put him back to his prison .

Everyone is completly shocked with sudden arrival of the Fallen, and this causes many many awkward situations.

Starting with Megatronus and Megatron. Like. I believe they have some similarities. They both want power, they are great warriors and have a little wild temperament. They would compete with eachother all the time. Megatron becouse he wants to prove he is better (especially before Optimus (yas I love Megop) ) and the Fallen just becouse he likes to tease younger. Bonus points for being overprotective older brother.

Or kids going everywhere after demigod listening to many wild and brutal stories from his time with the rest of his sibling. Bonus if he spills some tea about Optimus not always being so stoick and his past in the wilderness.

Or Rachet just being angry about the fact that Optimus never told anyone that he could literally talk or summon past primes. Or that he is literally the 13th.

Or Starscreem silently trying to make the Fallen join his side and help with ending Megatron.

I have so many ff ideas but I'm shit at writing them so here you go with some dialogs.

If someone wants to write something with this au you are free to do it. Just tag me

• Megatronus & human kids

Fallen: -and this is how we deafeted Unicron the last time!

Jack and Raffael, deeply terrified: . . .

Miko with stars in her eyes: Please tell me more.

I see Fallen as the older brother who already seen his mistakes and wants to change himself a little bit. Just to make sens to some of those below.

• Megatronus & Optimus (already with more then less memories from his past life)

Fallen: ...Show me your scars

Op: Why?

Fallen: I want to know how many times you needed me brother and I wasn't there...

Fallen: You have changed since I last seen you. You... have grown up.

Op: Grown up?... I suppose I had. Killing bots and almost killing myself few times must have changed me after all.

Fallen: So... you knew Megatron before war?

Op: I knew him. At least I thought I did. Once. A long time ago...

Fallen: What was he like?

Op: He was going to change the world for so much better...

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Sorry for missing for such long time. Pls interact repost and you can send me your ideas about it

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#transformers prime #optimus prime #tfp #transformers #megatron #random thoughts #tfp optimus #orion pax #megop #Thirteenth #thirteen primes #the fallen #Megatronus - The Fallen AU #i still have no idea what im doing #imagine past primes in their space just sitting there like >:(#their lost chance to become favorite of the youngest #megaop

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dragons-hoard-of-fandoms · 1 year

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(Murder Drones Episode 5 spoilers!)

Okay there's just a bunch of dead Drones standing around. That's cool I guess. (It's not.)

DANGIT N STOP BEING ADORABLE

Big brother??? Big brother N????? Oh, so many toxic shippers are gonna try to brush this off whilst simultaneously attacking all us poor defenseless NUzi truthers with that stupid "IT'S A SIBLING RELATIONSHIP" garbage.

They put lines of code in the programming that turned the freakin' robots autistic.

What if there isn't actually some weird memory corruption or something turning the humans into shadow demons, this is literally just how they look in this universe. Also Tessa's parents officially suck.

UZI IS THE CROW/RAVEN/WHATEVER-IT-IS THIS IS OFFICIALLY INCEPTION

Okay I'll concede, the fandom was right, 4th Worker is in fact Cyn. Also guess they were right about her being a Yandere, albeit more towards Tessa than to N.

UZI CALLED HIM CUTE BRB LOSING IT

Supportive Parent Khan!!! We love to see it :D

Ayo Tessa might actually be one of the good guys??? J REDEMPTION ARC????

DOLL WHY ARE YOU HERE

Cool button tho, you're gonna make a lot of Coraline fans go nuts.

A'ight I mean this in the nicest way possible, please do not put more fuel on the Envy fire. The toxic shippers are bad enough as is, we really don't need this right now. I may have survived the nightmare that was Star vs. the Forces of Evil but I do not need to experience a shipping war of that magnitude again.

WAIT DOLL YOU'RE WORKING WITH THEM???

WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE I WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

HOW IS UZI GONNA REACT TO SEEING A REAL LIFE HUMAN FOR THE FIRST TIME I GOTTA KNOW

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lambwoniee · 2 months

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sokayisaidiot · 1 year

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Star Wars Rebels and Ezrabine

Since I'm an amateur writer making an uneducated guess, I'd like to discuss relationships in the Star Wars universe. It's probably one of the touchiest subjects in this community, right after the debate over which trilogy was better (prequel or sequel), whether Jar Jar Binks was necessary, or if the politics are actually garbage.

To be more specific, I want to delve into the relationship between Ezra and Sabine from Star Wars Rebels. You might know them as Ezrabine or Sabezra. They're one of the hottest topics in pairings, right up there with Rey and Ben/Kylo. While the latter pair is something I deeply disapprove of, I'm neutrally conflicted about Sabezra.

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Before I dissect the relationship itself, I'd like to touch on three points that people often criticize or discuss. Please bear with me; I'm a bit sleep-deprived.

Ages:

Quoting from Quora: "Han's official year of birth is 'ca. 32 BBY,' which means he's anywhere from ten to thirteen years older than Leia." This suggests that the most iconic couple in Star Wars had a notably significant age gap. "Padmé was born in 46 BBY (Before the Battle of Yavin), and Anakin's miraculous Force-created birth came in 41 BBY, so Padmé is five years older than him." Yet another iconic couple, with a substantial age difference. Hera and Kanan are yet another example, with Hera being four years older.

Headcanons:

I understand that people want Sabine to be a lesbian, and I can empathize with that desire. As a queer Star Wars fan myself, I comprehend the need for characters with similar journeys and identities. However, while having headcanons, it's crucial to remember that they are personal interpretations. They don't become canon for everyone just because you envision them that way. You're free to explore your own headcanons, and if others agree, that's even better. But ultimately, headcanon remains just that—headcanon.

For instance, my personal headcanon includes Ahsoka being aroace, or at the very least, completely asexual bisexual. And I believe Luke Skywalker isn't straight at all. I mean, have you seen the boots he wore for his own execution? Come on!

Relationships in Star Wars:

When we examine relationships in the Star Wars universe, we discover a wide array. These range from parent-child relationships, sibling bonds, adopted families, found families, to romantic love in various forms, ages, and situations. Tragedy often follows these relationships:

Ashoka and Anakin: Master and Padawan, Brother and Sister, Tragedy.

Obi-Wan and Satine: Jedi and Senator, Lovers, Tragedy.

Padme and Anakin: Senator and Jedi, Tragedy.

Kanan and Hera: Jedi and Rebel, Tragedy.

Yoda and Dooku: Master and Padawan, Tragedy.

This list goes on endlessly, and it's filled with sorrow.

Most of the significant Star Wars relationships are fraught with tragedy.

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The relationship within the Ghost crew can be described as follows: "The crew of the Ghost in Star Wars Rebels has always been a family. They aren't related by blood, and they didn't come from the same homeworlds, but they are bound together by a common cause, respect, trust, and love." This is how Amy Richau described them in an article on StarWars.com.

From what I've gathered, the found family dynamic within the Ghost crew evolves with each member.

Take Kanan, for example. While Hera is his girlfriend and wife, Chopper is a quirky, psychopathic pet, and Sabine is like a surrogate daughter, Kanan's relationship with Ezra is that of a Padawan and Master to the highest degree. A master plays a role akin to that of a father but maintains the mentorship for training and respect, which involves clear emotions but also a deeper line.

Hera takes on the role of a self-proclaimed mom, offering kindness in the harsh times of rebellion. Zeb is mostly like the older brother who spotted you as a newbie at school and decided to lend a helping hand, providing support and having your back.

What I'm trying to convey is that while the Ghost crew is undoubtedly a family under any circumstances, the relationship between Ezra and Sabine doesn't fit the sibling mold, especially not from Season 3 onward. There's a reason I believe Ezra still has feelings for Sabine, at least until the Ahsoka Episode 4 standpoint.

From Season 3 onward, we witness Ezra's transformation. He matures, learns, and fully embraces his role as a future Jedi. He's no longer the kid the crew rescued on that planet, nor does he try to flirt with Sabine like some awkward neighbor kid. He's become an integral part of their close-knit community.

He and Sabine are equals, and he's no longer the young person Sabine takes under her wing in an older sisterly manner. They fight as rebels together, as comrades in the same community. Perhaps they sense a familial bond through the crew, but no dialogue from either of them implies a sibling relationship. They haven't been written with sibling energy, unlike the dynamic between Ahsoka and Anakin or Leia and Luke in the 6th movie.

In Season 3, there are moments that could have established them as siblings to emphasize the family connection. Take, for instance, when Ezra meets Sabine's family during the Mandalorian arc, and he talks to Sabine's brother for the first time. Instead of introducing himself as Sabine's brother, it comes off more like a boy meeting his Gfs family.

There might be counterarguments, as in Season 4's beginning when Ezra and the other Mandalorians rescue Sabine's father. Ezra doesn't claim to be family; he implies that he isn’t in a romantic relationship with Sabine. However, the fact that Ezra never alludes to a sibling relationship is intriguing. The end of Rebels, where it's just between Ezra and Sabine, further adds complexity to the situation, with how he decides to confide in him and him only.

There may have been something in the works discussed in the directing room, but then why is there a sudden shift to a sibling relationship in Ahsoka? It's hard to believe that after not allowing Ezra to introduce himself as Sabine's brother, they now suddenly introduce that element again. There are some theories out there that could explain why Sabine scoffs instead of reacting fondly when he says he's her brother. It's all quite frustrating.

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While there's undoubtedly a sense of familial connection within the Ghost crew, the relationship between Sabine and Ezra has taken on a different dimension. It doesn't necessarily have to be romantic, as there are moments missing for that kind of build-up. Some scenes, the way they're animated, shot, or the dialogue they share, indicate a different dynamic.

But there's also no clear groundwork for a sibling relationship, and considering Star Wars' storytelling and penchant for twists, it wouldn't be surprising if it turned out to be a setup.

The divide within the fandom over the years has also made it challenging to establish this relationship. And keeping it ambiguous didn't help as we know how fandoms like to rip each other apart.

But in the end, it's a story. Let's stay calm, take a deep breath, and see how it unfolds. Let's keep the discussions civil and respect each other's viewpoints as we argue like pros!

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f1uckinghell · 1 year

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Mini Summer VV Event: Part 4

This is the final oneshot I managed for the VV summer event, and was inspired by many a conversations with @33max 🩵

fluff with light angst//pack/family feels//tw: mentions of drug use, mentions of fights with parents

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Daniel meant to cut the tree down. It was old and knobbly and the placement wasn’t ideal, right on the edge of the cow pasture.

He didn’t get that far, because Isabel begged him, with tears in her eyes, to leave it be because it was her “favorite tree”.

“You never said that it was your favorite!”

“You never asked!” she sniffled dramatically, sounding a lot like Charles.

“What else am I supposed to do with it? It doesn’t even carry apples anymore.”

“We could build a treehouse in it?” Riley suggested quietly from the side. “Like the kind the kids in my book have. A magic one.” Of course, Isabel immediately agreed.

And so, Daniel, with the help of Michael and two very eager six year olds, spent the next few weeks gathering wood and supplies, and constructing a treehouse out of it.

It didn’t take long for the adults to become just as invested in the project. It was fun teaching the kids how to hammer in nails, how to sand, how to put in the little windows they had ordered online and how to roof it with tarp.

To make sure the treehouse really was magic, Lando helped Riley paint it, purple with little stars on it. Sophie got the pups small furniture, a little sofa to sit on, an old, colorful rug, a kid-sized table, some blankets.

When it was done, they all felt very accomplished.

“Daddy, I love it!” Isabel wrapped her arms around Daniel’s leg, looking up at him with a big, big smile and shining brown eyes. “It’s so cool!”

“It really is,” Daniel agreed, giving her a grin, rubbing her back. “And the paint job is what really pulls it together.”

On Michael’s arm, Riley beamed. There was still some purple paint on his cheek.

That night, the twins celebrated by inviting Leah and having juice and cookies in their new treehouse.

For a while, Riley and Isabel got to enjoy the treehouse for themselves.

The triplets and Luna were too small to climb up the ladder on their own for a while, but that only made them want to get up there even more. When the triplets got too much for them, it was easy for the twins to escape into their sacred little space, rolling up the ladder and ignoring the wailing downstairs.

However, this was the best motivator for the younger kids to learn how to climb, and soon, the treehouse war was on.

Eventually, via the means of a packling tribunal, they decided on fair rules for everyone to use the tree house.

“No pushing people off” was priority number one, thankfully.

The years passed, and the treehouse saw many additions: a rope swing, new curtains, a radio, flower pots, and a new paint job, courtesy of Luna and Lucía.

Jasper was born, and being the baby of the family, he got the privilege of being lifted up there before he could ever climb by himself, always just wanting to be included.

Eventually, the twins grew out of wanting to play-pretend with their siblings.

“Isa, will you play superheroes with us in the treehouse?” Evie tugged on her older sister’s sleeve. “Pleeeease?” She put all of her force into that please to convince Isabel. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough, because Isabel’s eyes were stuck on her phone screen.

“No, I’m calling Leah in a minute.”

“Ughhhh,” Evie exclaimed, slinking off, not even in a mood to make kissy noises at her sister for mentioning Leah. “Riley?” she asked hopefully, even though she knew it was no use. Riley sometimes still played dolls with them, but not superheroes.

“No, Evie,” Riley told her, looking at least somewhat sorry, “I need to finish my homework.”

“You’re always spending way too much time on your homework,” Evie grumbled, leaving her two boring older siblings alone in the living room, but not without a “You’re both stupid!”

She found Michael in the kitchen, reading a recipe off his iPad, cracking open eggs.

“Papa,” she whined, climbing one of the stools, “Isa and Riley never wanna play with us anymore!”

He looked up from his cooking, giving her a half-smile that usually meant he was about to say something wise. “That’s just how it is when you get older, bug. They’re proper teenagers now, they’re interested in other things.”

“Ugh,” Evie grumbled again, laying her arms flat on the countertop and her head on top of them. “Being a teenager must suck then, if they don’t want to play cool games in the cool treehouse with us anymore.”

Michael chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “You have no idea.”

Later that night, Evie snuck her way in between Riley and Isabel in the pup nest.

“Sorry I said you were stupid.”

She watched her older siblings exchange an amused glance over her head, which kind of made her want to pinch them both, but she controlled herself. “I talked to Papa and he said being a teenager sucks ass.” She paused, then added, “Well, he didn’t say it like that but it’s what he meant. So I forgive you.”

“Wow, thank you for your apology,” Riley said, clearly trying not to laugh.

“It does suck ass sometimes,” Isa shrugged, wrapping her arms around Evie to tickle her, but Evie quickly kicked her (lightly). She had one more thing to say. “Wait! Will you- …will you still do the sleepover with us?”

The treehouse sleepover was a tradition. Once a year, on the last day of school before summer break, all of them slept outside in the treehouse. It was a tight fit, but Evie desperately wanted her big brother and sister there, even if they were stinky boring teenagers now.

“Of course!” Isa gasped, shocked by the assumption, “Why not?!”

“It’s the law,” Riley said, matter-of-factly, “Treehouse sleepover on the last day of school is required.”

“Okay.” Evie let out a breath. “...you can tickle me now.”

The treehouse changed over time, got bigger, a little more crooked, saw different paint jobs and ladders and furniture.

It always stayed a place for the kids to have their own space, away from the parents and sometimes, the world. Even as they got older, it still saw use, albeit not as much as it used to.

It was good for hiding after a bad day, for reading undisturbed, for sleepovers with friends, for games that were otherwise deemed “too childish”, for secret phone calls nobody else was supposed to hear, and for many other things.

“I can’t believe we used to be able to stand up in here,” Leah laughed, reaching over her head to touch the ceiling with her palms.

Isabel tried to look anywhere but at her. “Yeah, crazy, right?”

“Do you remember when we played princess and knight?” Leah smiled. Her teeth were so white, and Isabel couldn’t believe how long it had taken her to notice that. She was noticing a lot of new things about Leah lately.

“Yeah, I remember. You stole one of your mom’s dresses for it.” Isa had to duck her head to even sit up in here; she was leaning forward at an awkward angle.

“I did!” Leah giggled, “He was sooooo mad at me for it.” She paused, and Isabel watched her run her fingers over the edge of the ratty little carpet Lucía had weaved for the treehouse a few years ago.

“Do you remember when I said the princess should give the knight a kiss?”

Isabel snorted, “You mean when I said that princesses kiss princes, not knights?”

“Yeah,” Leah giggled.

Silence fell over them for a moment. It was a new, heavy, exhilarating kind of silence as the enclosed space of the treehouse filled with a warm, sweet scent.

“...do you want to kiss the princess now?” Leah asked into the silence, her voice soft and pretty. Her fingertips were inching towards Isabel’s on the wood floor.

“...I… would like that, yeah,” Isa said, barely managing a whisper.

“Lunie?”

Lucía peeked over the edge of the treehouse, her eyes wide and still a little wet.

Luna wanted her to leave, but she couldn’t get herself to actually say it.

“Are you gonna come down for dinner?” Lucía asked hopefully.

Luna sat up, wiping her eyes dry. Her throat hurt from crying. “Is Papá still angry at me?”

Lucía scrunched up her nose as she pulled herself all the way up onto the platform with Luna. “A little bit I think. But he’s not yelling anymore. He’s just looking around all grumpy, you know how.” Her imitation of their Dad made Luna laugh.

Lucía leaned into Luna, putting her head on her sister’s shoulder. “...they’re just worried about you, I think.”

Luna hummed quietly, her throat filling up again. “They can’t get mad at me everytime I have a boyfriend!” she mumbled, “That’s not fair!”

Lucía said nothing for a second, and then carefully looked up at her. “...no offense, Lunie, but I think it’s the kind of boys you date.” Luna couldn’t really argue with that, to be honest. “You knew he does drugs. Everyone knew he does drugs.” Sometimes, Lucía sounded more mature than Luna even felt, even though she was the older sister.

“Maybe you’ll get it when you’re older, love makes you blind,” Luna shrugged, feeling silly and defensive.

“...I don’t think I will,” Lucía said, putting her head back on Luna’s shoulder.

“...it’s over with him now, anyway.”

“Sorry.”

They sat in silence for a minute or two before Lucía said, “...come down for dinner, Lunie, please. I think maybe we’ll have ice cream for dessert.”

Luna sighed deeply.

“...yeah, okay.”

On the last night of school, thirteen years after the treehouse was built, they had their last summer sleepover.

All of them felt the finality.

Riley was going away for college, and Isabel was having a baby with Leah, and nothing would ever be the same after tonight.

Together, they had spent the last few days expanding the treehouse, adding more flooring to the platform. Flynn built stilts to hold it up until the treehouse had a massive front porch.

It was a total overkill for this one night, but nobody questioned it.

They squeezed up there together, a mess of sleeping bags and blankets and cookie crumbs. Jasper insisted on sleeping right next to Riley, holding on to him all night as if he could keep him from leaving if he just tried hard enough.

Wrapped in his sleeping bag and his little brother’s arms, Riley couldn’t fall asleep, staring at the stars above them instead. He could tell through their bond that Isa wasn’t asleep either. When he turned his head to look at her, he saw a slow tear run down from the corner of her eye into her blond hair.

In silence, he reached over, grabbing her hand, squeezing it three times. I love you. She squeezed back thankfully, looking at him with a wobbly smile.

A lot was about to change now, and both of them were scared.

“I’m so glad you convinced Dad that this was your favorite tree,” Riley whispered.

“Me too,” Isa whispered back. Next to her, Evie stirred, snuggling into her side.

For a moment, the twins just smiled at each other. Riley felt tears well up as well; just seeing her cry was enough.

“Being a teenager sucks ass,” Isa whispered, and then they both had to clutch their hands over their mouths to stop themselves from waking up their packlings with their laughter, making their tears less salty.

Eventually, they calmed down and Riley reached for Isa’s hand again.

“...let’s see if being an adult does, too.”

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