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“WHAT DO I DO?!”
“Only Captain Rex knows how to break that hold, sir!”
“WELL GET HIM ON THE COMMS!”
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The shinies try to warn Obi-Wan of Cody’s struggle snuggle tendencies before his morning caf. He didn’t listen.
A Different Kind of Clone War (1)
Wolfpack Mayhem
"Wolffe!"
"Yes."
"Sinker took my spare pack of ammo!"
"Well tell him to give it back."
"I did! He's being a- oof!"
Wolffe sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, finally turning around to face the chaos that was his squad.
Sinker had jumped on top of Comet and Comet now had his arm in a choke hold, trying to pry his fingers off of The pack of extra ammunition. Sinker was trying his damn hardest to hold on to it and reposition himself so Comet didn't snap his arm. Boost ducked to avoid a boot to his head and Warthog laughed.
"Just- give it- back!" Comet grunted, wrestling his older brother onto his back.
"You two are acting like children." Wolffe said. Anyone else would have heard the tone as disapproving, but the pack knew he enjoyed watching them at it and could hear the underlying affection.
"Hah! Haha!" Comet jumped up with the ammo in both hands like a trophy and made for the compartment to Wolffe's right.
It had been a long many weeks and he needed a break from all the stress. Wolffe couldn't help himself.
Faster than thought possible, he lunged at the youngest squad member and Comet toppled over from both Wolffe's weight and the surprise.
Wolffe pinned the kid on his back and straddled his waist, locking his arms to his sides with his knees.
"This is for wrecking my moment of peace." Wolffe growled before scribbling his fingers over Comet's stomach.
Comet SCREAMED. Maybe it was because he'd been taken completely by surprise. He hadn't thought the commander was even capable of pulling such a thing.
Sinker gawked at Wolffe as he tickled the young clone to hysterics. Warthog and Boost glanced at each other.
Comet bucked and writhed under the commander but he wouldn't be moved.
"WOHOHOLFFE!!"
"Yes?"
"STAHAP!"
Wolffe gave a rare grin. "Are you giving the higher ranking officer orders?"
Comet squealed as Wolffe's fingers fluttered over his navel. "No! Nohoho!"
"What in Cerridil is going on in here?"
All five of them looked up to see Commander Cody in the door way. They hadn't heard the door hiss open over Comet's laughter.
"Cody. We been redeployed?" Wolffe started to get up from his hold on Comet on the floor.
"Oh no, carry on.. I didn't mean to ruin your fun." Cody said with a grin, taking in what was happening. "I simply heard a scream."
"Aw man!" Comet groaned, trying to free his arms. "Wolffe!"
Wolffe smirked down at him. "What? Tired out already?"
"Maybe he is a shiny, yet. Just doesn't have the strength." Sinker chuckled.
Wolffe's smirk got even wider and he released Comet. Then he spun and pounced on Sinker, who yelped as he went over backwards.
"And what does that make you?" Wolffe wondered as he started pinching at Sinker's sides. Sinker immediately started giggling trying to grab the commander's wrists.
"Wow, Commander's really in a good mood today." Boost chuckled, grabbing Sinker's arms and prying them up above his head.
"Hey! No- hehehey, wahait!" Sinker squirmed as Wolffe started his assault. "BOOHOHOHOST! YOU TRAHAITOR!"
"Don't worry, I got 'em." Warthog said, burrying his fingers under Boost's arms. As a result, said clone snapped back with a shriek, letting Sinker's arms go.
Cody watched the Wolfpack wreak havoc on each other. Comet had rejoined the fray and payed dearly at Boost and Sinker's hands. Warthog was already in hysterics as Wolffe had lost Sinker and had chosen him instead.
Comet tried to get at Wolffe but got no reaction from the commander and, again, payed dearly for it.
Cody decided it was time Wolffe got a taste of his own medicine. Being from the same batch, Cody knew exactly what to do and understood why Wolffe's men hadn't figured their commander out yet.
Cody crouched behind Wolffe and prepared himself for the consoquences of his actions. Oh, there would be consoquences.
The 212th commander latched onto Wolffe's hips and Wolffe yelped and lost his concentration on Comet completely.
Cody knew how to break his brother's defenses, knew how they worked.
His men didn't know he was ticklish because he could hold out much longer than any of them. That's exactly how it had gone, back when they were cadets. So it took a solid 5 seconds of Wolffe and Cody struggling (mainly Wolffe) before Wolffe made a sound.
The rest of the pack fell still.
Cody grinned as Wolffe's giggling increased in frequency and in volume as he twisted and squirmed, trying to free himself from Cody's grip. Cody just pinched and tickled over his hips more, the grin growing wider on his face. Finally he sat down right there on the floor and pulled Wolffe into his lap, never letting up. At that point, Wolffe was writhing and laughing hysterically, a sound that made the rest of his team smile.
Cody drilled his thumbs into the dips of his hips and Wolffe arched his back and then curled in on himself, pushing himself against Cody's stomach in an attempt to get away from his hands.
With a chuckle, Cody relented and rested his arms on the shoulder in his lap. Wolffe gasped for breath, still giggling.
Yeah, it had been a long many weeks. Cody knew Wolffe was one to constantly stress and was more than happy to have contributed a distraction.
Even if he'd have to watch his own back for a while. Revenge was absolutely going to be taken by the 104th Commander.
Cody chuckled as Wolffe shifted and grumbled about him getting the upper hand but made no moves to remove himself from Cody's lap. This made him grin and run his fingers through his brother's hair, watching him all but melt.
Yeah, the commander was deffinetely in a good mood today.
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Fives fucked your wife too, huh?
sometimes family is you, the cute kid you met on the flight, and his mysterious dad
The last thing Boba expected, was to meet an utterly adorable child on the flight home, and then get mistaken for the child's buir and the riduur of the child's actual buir.
Rating: G
Pairings: Boba Fett & Grogu; Din Djarin/Boba Fett; brief Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Warnings: reference to past near-fatal jellyfish stings
Prompts: @bobadinweek 2021 day 4 | family & this
“Give us a call when you land, ok?”
Boba rolled his eyes exasperatedly at the third reminder. “Yes, O’buir.”
Obi-Wan smiled fondly at his child’s antics through the screen. “Sure you don’t want us to pick you up?”
“Yes, O’buir,” Boba sighed theatrically. “I’m 25. I can make my way home from the airport.”
But he couldn’t help the instinctive face he made when Jango appeared in the frame only to drape his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist and hook his chin over the other’s shoulder to kiss his cheek.
“Buir!” he said exasperatedly. “Stop doing that every time I call home, for Force’s sake. You can be sappy when I’m not there!”
Jango merely smirked at him while Obi-Wan hid a laugh behind his palm.
Oh Boba just knew his buir was doing it on purpose to get a rise outta him! He scowled at the pair, not that it did anything to stop them. No, they had been that way for 15 standard years already, and would be that way till they joined the ka’ra.
(And he wouldn’t have them any other way. He only hoped that he would one day find a riduur who would look at him the way his buire looked at each other.)
The hall speaker came alive with a chime, interrupting any further conversation.
“That must be your boarding call,” commented Obi-Wan. “Have a safe flight, dear. Love you.”
“Safe flight, Bob’ika. We’ll see you when you get home,” added Jango.
“Mm, yeah. Love you, buire.” Boba waved back at them before ending the call.
Sighing, he slid the datapad into his jacket and shouldered his carry-on before pulling on his buy’ce again. At the boarding announcement of the rows including his, he joined the others making their way onto the aircraft.
“Welcome aboard, sir,” greeted the Togrutan flight attendant, glancing over Boba’s documents. “We wish you a pleasant flight.”
Boba tipped his head briefly in acknowledgement. Ahead of him, the mass of people slowly inched their way to their seats. Lowering the audio input of his buy’ce to reduce the audible hum of the craft, he joined them, squeezing his way past people until he arrived at his row.
More preoccupied with getting his carry-on into the overhead cabin space, he did not fully register the presence of his row-mates until a cheerful chirp caught his attention.
“Oh,” he breathed out, sliding into his seat which was thankfully an aisle one. “And who might you be, ad’ika?”
Big brown eyes stared back at him curiously from an impossibly tiny body, floppy green ears twitching ever so slightly. The kid was swaddled in thick robe-like clothing and had a child’s seat belt fastened neatly over its body where it sat in the center seat. Tipping its head, the child cooed at Boba.
“His name is Grogu.”
Boba looked up at the person sitting by the window and his breath caught at the sight of the unpainted pure beskar buy’ce.
The mando was clad in an unassuming, loose-fitting outfit of a shirt, jacket and jeans. But Boba had grown up around ori'ramikade, his buir being one himself, and had seen them in all sorts of attire.
He knew an experienced combatant when he saw one.
(Not to mention beskar was still incredibly rare. Not even the ramikade owned pure pieces of beskar’gam. So for the mando to be wearing the pure unpainted metal and as their buy’ce no less, they had to be talented enough to still keep it even with all the aruetiise who would gladly slaughter them for it.)
“I see,” he murmured. Straightening up slightly, he offered his forearm. “Boba Fett. Clan Fett, House Mereel. He/him.”
The mando clasped Boba’s arm, a silent strength in their grip. “Mando. He/him,” he replied, offering no more information.
Boba merely nodded as they let go. It wasn’t the first time he’d met a traditionalist.
(And it elevated his opinion of the man’s skill even higher. Though it did also raise the question of why he had given out his ad’s name. Perhaps the child was not used to being addressed otherwise.)
“Well met, Mando.”
The child squeaked, waving his clawed hands at Boba. He laughed softly at the adorable cry for attention.
“Well met, Grogu,” he said seriously, gently grasping one tiny hand.
As the pre-flight announcements began, the mando distracted the child with a shiny silver ball. The kid was happy enough to play with the item, rolling it back and forth between his hands.
Meanwhile Boba pulled out his own datapad and busied himself with a few interesting research papers he’d not had time to read while juggling his semester’s course load. The 9-hour flight would give him more than enough time to make a sizable dent in his reading list.
He connected his buy’ce to the in-flight entertainment system easily enough, and was soon absorbed in his reading, strains of warbat trance playing over his internal comms.
Engrossed as he was, he barely registered the passing of time until a soft insistent patting of his thigh caught his attention. He looked down from his datapad to find the kid tapping the outside of his leg, wide eyes fixed on his buy’ce.
“What is it, ad’ika?” he asked quietly, switching off his music.
Grogu cooed at him and raised his arms up. Boba glanced over at the mando, but the man seemed unaware of his ad’s antics. The silver buy’ce gave no hint of what could be happening beneath, though Boba figured there was a good chance the man was fast asleep.
Truthfully it was highly unlikely that the mando would be willing to let his guard down enough to fall asleep on public transport, especially around so many strangers and with an ad to protect. But it was even more unlikely that he would let his ad interact so unreservedly with an unknown, even a fellow mando’ad, if he was aware of such interaction taking place.
At Boba’s prolonged inaction, the child grew more and more fussy, his whines getting louder as he smacked his hand forcefully against Boba’s leg.
Making his choice, Boba stowed away his datapad and unbuckled the kid’s seat belt, carefully lifting the child and settling him on his lap.
“Shhh, ad’ika,” he whispered, gently stroking one ear. “Your buir is sleeping.”
Grogu easily settled down, having gotten what he wanted. Boba wrapped a protective arm around the tiny body, cradling the kid close as he had his fill exploring Boba’s clothing, fiddling with the many zippers, pockets and buttons.
Perhaps it was the “buir instinct” that was often joked about by the mando’ade, but Boba found himself unconsciously smiling as Grogu played with the folds of his clothes, unbothered by the number of times he had to carefully disentangle the kid’s claws when they caught on the fabric.
“Patoo!” Grogu exclaimed softly. He lifted his hands up, straining towards Boba’s face.
Boba bent forward to let Grogu skitter his hands over the buy’ce’s cool surface, heedless of the strain in his neck at the awkward position. After a few gentle pats Grogu frowned, ears dipping down, then tapped the side of the buy’ce insistently.
“Do you want it off?” Boba asked curiously.
Grogu’s ears perked up. “Patoo!”
He tapped the buy’ce once more.
Sneaking a look over at the mando to make sure he hadn’t woken, Boba lowered the tray-table and helped Grogu onto it, making sure he supported the table with his legs. The child was incredibly light, but he’d rather not risk breaking the tray and/or endangering the kid either way.
Grogu watched him eagerly from his perch, and Boba huffed a laugh before pulling off his buy’ce and placing it on the kid’s empty seat.
“Patoo?” the kid whined, ears drooping as he reached for Boba.
“It’s ok, ad’ika,” Boba murmured, bending slightly to let Grogu run his hands over the scars on his face. “It’s ok, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
The child looked at him sadly, tipping his head in silent question.
“It was an accident,” Boba replied, running a finger across the kid’s ear. “My buire and I were freediving in the ocean near our house one evening a year ago. We didn’t see them, but I ended up swimming into a couple of jellyfish.”
“My buire were terrified,” he added quietly. “I nearly died that day.”
Grogu shuffled closer to hug Boba. Running his hand down the kid’s back, for a brief moment, Boba could’ve sworn he felt an almost familiar surge of warmth engulf him.
“Hello sir, is there any food or drink option you would like to have?”
Tensing, Boba pulled away and turned to the flight attendant, an arm wrapped protectively around Grogu. He relaxed slightly when the Twi’lek female smiled down at the child and greeted him softly.
“Do you have any broth for the kid?” he asked when Grogu turned pleading eyes on him.
The attendant briefly consulted her datapad. “Yes, we do have bone broth suitable for your child. Would you like it in a toddler-friendly cup?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
The attendant handed over the cup. “Anything for you or your partner, sir?”
Boba choked, quickly disguising it with a cough as the Twi’lek looked at him in concern. “Ah, no. We’re good, thank you.”
As the attendant moved away, Boba could still feel the heat that had rushed to his ears and the back of his neck at the mistaken assumption. Grogu squeaked at him, patting at his chest.
“She thinks your buir is my riduur and you’re my ad,” he told the kid incredulously.
Grogu simply tipped his head and cooed.
“Ok, fair enough, I can see why she might think you’re my ad. But your buir's riduur? I could be a vod.”
The kid merely squirmed forward, attention fixed on the cup Boba held rather than what he was saying. Sighing, Boba helped the child off the tray-table and onto his thighs before handing the cup over. Grogu chirped happily and snuggled into Boba’s stomach, clutching his prize triumphantly.
Boba watched him absently, mind drifting back to the attendant’s words.
He’d never thought about having an ad of his own before, not seriously at least. But as Grogu sipped at the broth, perfectly content to sit on a stranger’s lap, he could slowly paint a picture of a future for himself - one with a tiny green child and an intriguing man with a pure beskar buy’ce.
He shook his head to get rid of the fanciful idea. “Di’kut,” he cursed under his breath. “I really need to get out more.”
A thump of the cup against his chest had him firmly back in reality.
He took the offending item. “Done, Gro’ika?”
Grogu nodded seriously at him. Then to his amusement, a large yawn escaped the tiny body, almost causing the kid to topple over if not for Boba.
“Looks like it’s nap time for someone.”
Grogu yawned once more in agreement. Burrowing himself back in Boba’s arms, he blinked tiredly a few times, and was soon out like a light. Boba tucked the folds of his jacket around the kid and leaned back against the headrest.
It really wasn’t so bad - taking care of an adiik.
The dim light and low drone of the aircraft quickly had Boba feeling the exhaustion of the day. And within minutes, he too unintentionally slipped into sleep.
“Hey,” a low voice called as someone shook his arm. “We’re landing soon.”
Boba’s eyes snapped open, body tense, only to meet the dark T-visor of the mando. A surge of discomfort coursed through him as his bare face was reflected back at him.
Then he remembered the child.
“I-” he spluttered, looking down at the kid who was still fast asleep in his arms. “I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s fine,” the mando cut him off, the smooth metal of his buy’ce giving no hint of true emotion. “Let him sleep. He’s had trouble doing so the last few days.”
Boba couldn’t help the flush that crept up his neck. Here he was bare-faced (the ugly scars criss-crossing his visage exposed) and cuddling a traditionalist’s child without their express permission, and somehow he was still alive and unharmed.
It was a kriffing miracle. His buir would’ve killed others for less.
Really, the only saving grace of the situation was that his aliit was not there to make fun of his massive misstep, for which he sent a quick thanks to the ka’ra.
Then he hastily grabbed his buy’ce off the seat between them and shoved it on. And just in time too, because the flight attendants were making their landing rounds.
“Good morning sirs,” greeted the same flight attendant from before. “Could you please have your child seated with their seatbelt fastened? We will be landing soon.”
Boba’s face was on fire under his buy’ce. He was already in deep enough osik with the mando, and now the attendant’s misunderstanding was putting him in an even worse spot!
He opened his mouth to hastily correct the attendant when the mando spoke.
“We understand. Thank you.”
Boba’s jaw dropped. As the attendant went down the other rows, he numbly placed Grogu back in his seat and watched as the mando carefully fastened his kid’s seat belt.
Mando was definitely one of the strangest traditionalists he’d ever met.
“Sorry,” he finally spoke. “About the attendant, she-”
“I know. I was awake,” replied Mando. “Since Grogu started trying to get your attention.”
“Oh he was no trou- Wait. You were awake the whole time?”
Mando huffed a laugh, a warm sound that not even the vocoder could completely disguise.
“He’s fond of you. It’s… unusual,” the mando said slowly. “He generally doesn’t like others very much.”
“I see,” Boba replied faintly.
They remained in silence as the aircraft landed and everyone around them began to disembark. Boba stood as the mando unbuckled his and Grogu’s seat belts.
“Do you have a carry-on?” he asked, pulling out his own bag to sling over his shoulder.
“Elek,” said the mando. “Same compartment.”
Boba nodded and pulled out the only other bag as Mando picked up his child. When the other reached out to take the bag, Boba shook his head. “It’s fine, I can take it.”
“You have an ad,” he added when it seemed like the mando would argue.
That seemed enough to convince the mando, and the two began the long process of going through customs and collecting their luggage.
By the time they finally exited the arrival hall, Grogu was wide-awake and happily cooing at all the new sights and sounds, eagerly pointing things out to both the mando and Boba. They came to a halt right outside the taxi stand.
The mando handed the silver ball to Grogu, and the child quietened, content to play with the item.
“Vor entye, Boba Fett,” he finally said.
Boba immediately shook his head. “There is no debt between us. Children are the future.”
“This is the Way,” replied the mando quietly.
They stood in silence for a moment longer.
“Do you have a place to go?” Boba asked. “Because, you could come over for a while if you want. My buire love kids, and-”
Grogu startled as a taxi sped by, dropping the metal ball with an upset squeak, which then bounced onto the road.
“Grogu,” the mando began, when the child lifted his tiny hand and the ball zipped back into it.
Boba inhaled sharply. “A Force-user.”
Beside him, the mando went still, a predatorial calm that sent klaxon sirens ringing through Boba’s head.
“Udseii, Mando,” he said evenly, making sure to keep his posture calm and unthreatening. “I will not harm you or your ad.”
At his side, the edge of a blade threatened to slice into him. “You’re not the first nor the last to say that.”
“Haat, ijaa, haa'it!” Boba swore readily. “My buir and some of my vod are jetiise, Mando. I promise you, neither my aliit nor I will harm you or your ad.”
At that, the mando finally relaxed. For the first time, Boba could see the exhaustion that threatened to swallow the other whole, and he found himself instinctively reaching forward to steady the man.
“Your buir, could you- could you take me to them?” the mando asked. “I was told to find a Jedi. I- I can’t- The child, he’s not safe. There are people hunting him.”
Grogu whined, sensing his buir’s distress. Boba’s heart, already firmly in the kid’s grasp, ached as the mando tried to sooth the child.
“Yes,” he answered. “Yes, I can take you to him. You both will be safe with us.”
Thank you Technoblade for being a comfort in a time when things were moving so slow yet changing so fast. Thank you Alex for making such an amazing community. Technoblade never dies, and never will.
So, this entire issue was really cute–Obi-Wan’s feral mountain man beard and mullet aside–because the reveal at the end of the story is that Obi-Wan let the thief steal the paperweight from him so that they could track her back to her lair and stop her from stealing from Dex’s customers. And the lesson that Milo Graf is telling is that, “Nine times out of ten, you’re not as clever as you think you are.” I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. I love Obi-Wan and Dex’s friendship! I love that Obi-Wan apparently heard a plot to teach someone a lesson about how they weren’t as clever as they thought they were, and having had like ten years of experience of teaching that lesson, was like, “Oh, yes, teaching obnoxious little shits that they’re not as clever as they think they are is my speciality.” and was 100% onboard for this. I love that he had to know the thief would steal from him because he was a Jedi, so he just sat himself down and plunked down a paperweight next to him, because nobody in this galaxy apparently understands fuck all about the Jedi, like, no, it’s just a normal paperweight not some mysterious object, no, I didn’t use my space wizard psychic powers to find you, I used a normal tracking device, like, yes, give me alllll the weird vaguely eldritch Jedi and all the “………..no, I used a space Uber to get here, I didn’t fly here with my space wizard powers.” moments where, two seconds later, they just turn around to stare into the middle distance and get this unfathomable look on their face so you never know if they’re normal or not, like, HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH THESE PEOPLE??? (Dex just laughs and shrugs, eh, they’re weird a lot of the time, but pretty all right people, you just gotta roll with that stuff.) AND BOOOYYYY DO I LOVE OBI-WAN’S FACE. HE IS SO DELIGHTED TO GET TO TEACH SOMEONE A LESSON. HE BEAT HER TO HER PLACE AFTER PRETENDING SHE GOT AWAY AND WAITED (LURKED) IN HER LAIR AND HID HIMSELF IN THE SHADOWS JUST SO HE COULD DO A DRAMATIC REVEAL AND HE IS HAVING THE TIME OF HIS LIFE. OBI-WAN KENOBI: GLEEFULLY DRAMATIC BASTARD WHOM I LOVE
#I LOVE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THE 212TH #BUT ESPECIALLY THAT ONE THAT JUST JUMPS ON A SPIDER DROID #YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD MY FRIEND BUT I LOVE YOU FOR IT
headcanon that once when the 501st was on coruscant between missions a group consisting of echo fives jesse kix and rex all decided that they were gonna play as spies and figure out where the fuck skywalker was going every fucking night
like, they have a whole plan: we gotta be stealth, we are speed, we are the shadows. they have to wait outside the jedi temple for hours on end because anakin's schedule is whack and he's really unpredictable and they all have to station themselves at five different exits because anakin always changes it up and they still lose him for the first week
that is, until one night. The group is arguing outside the temple about who is gonna guard what exit (fives really wants to go to the front so he can talk to the hot jedi he saw earlier) when suddenly the window above them slowly slides open and all five of these fully armored clones just swan dive behind garbage cans as anakin dramatic skywalker scales the building from one hundred feet up
they all just look at each other like. wow. it was that easy.
and the thing is is that anakin is so focused on making sure no one is able to see him from a distance that he doesnt even clock in the five clones in bright blue literally five feet away
and they're off, with rex leading the boys on their play away adventure
and it gets really tricky. Anakin walks the entire way ("honestly we should just quit now" -fives) and he's constantly doing his jedi jump tricks and launching himself onto fifty foot buildings so the clones have to make a human ladder and send kix up on comm so he can continue to track (kix is actually the best climber out of all of them due to the fact he always has to scale fucking cliffs to get to skywalker whenever he does something stupid) and they eventually realize exactly where anakin is beelining to. the senate building.
and then anakin just waltzs into the senate like its nothing and all the clones stop and are like "can we do that?" and they agree to just send kix in again to follow like hes on duty and then the rest of them climb using the grappling hooks fives convieniently forgot he had
after kix manages to track anakin to like the millionth floor the clones all meet on the landing deck to this random senator's room (kix had to jump out a window two hallways down and crawl along the window ledges) and then theyre like well whats the worst that happens we get fired?
so they argue and eventually it gets physical to the poitn where jesse and echo straight up launch fives through the window into the room where anakin is sitting watching padme cook on the counter
fives looks up like "heeeey guys whatchu makin?" and anakin immediately force throws him back out
but then the other clones bring it up to just go in so they walk in and as echo is writing down the details of the trip in his notebook jesse is like "are you fucking kidding me skywalker" and rex is shifting on his feet because yeah he knew but he didn't know that was what anakin was doing every night
and then padme sees kix and is like "oh hey kix! are you staying again tonight?"
and thats how kix manipulated his friends into basically breaking and entering when they could have just knocked
Boba Fett is a better Bounty Hunter than you.
Nice try, Boba. Yer gonna have to do better than that.
Too busy to actually write to have a plot instead:
Cody, Wolffe, Ponds, Bly and Rex go to a creepy castle as part of a mission, the data is vague and the source anonymous but their generals agreed to spare them for it and so they went.
Yellow eyes watch from the parapets and a fanged smile forms. It reaches into the Force and leans. The smile widens.
At first they think it’s a waste of time, until the first scream echos down the halls. They can’t determine where it’s from. But they know who it is.
Fox.
They split into smaller groups to search and find Fox first on the security cameras, emaciated and scarred being dragged by a cloaked figure across the uneven stone floor.
They rush to that corridor. He’s not there.
The first time they see him in person he’s across a gap to wide to cross, there’s no direct path. Again, he’s gone when they get there.
This thing is playing with them. It has their brother. And they can hear it talking, along with Fox’s screams they hear it. A voice they can’t pin telling Fox he’s alone, unloved, good for nothing but to serve as a battery and a pet, that nobody’s coming for him if they were they’d have come by now. Nobody cares he’s gone, he might as well give up.
How long has he been here…?
Coruscant has been comm silent for so long.
The first time they see him in person (through a window)and on camera they have to acknowledge the possibility that whatever thing is here, its messing with them. Taking their deepest fears and playing with them while Fox isn’t here at all. But what if he is? They can’t leave him here.
The screams sound so agonised, so real.
They keep searching.
Wolffe alone finds Fox first. Cradles him close as he tries to remove the metal shackles. Fox is barely conscious, barely with it, too thin and too scarred in his arms and the scars are deep, some look like they should have been fatal. Wolffe promises he loves his brother. Wolffe promises he’ll get him away from the Sith, get him somewhere safe.
Fox laughs, “you’ve already failed, I’m not the Sith who has your brother, I’m not the one who made these scars and screams” and Wolffe sees yellow eyes and fangs and darkness rushes in.
Cody, Rex, Ponds and Bly can’t find Wolffe or Fox…
It picks them off, one by one.
In a dungeon below the castle in a cell together they wake, and Fox walks towards them. But not Fox, because it has fangs and leathery wings and yellow eyes.
It taunts them. Fox is in the hands of a real Sith and that knowledge will die here with them.
They disagree.
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:-D
(In summary: a dark sithly creature lures them in using the real visage of how fox looks under Palpatines ‘care’ and uses his real screams to mess with them. It enjoys suffering and like all Sith feeds off of it and that their fears are reality is even more fun and filling. It plays with them then picks them off while revealing the truth knowing they’ll die knowing they can’t do anything to save Fox.)
Enjoy.
if you bully people on anon, your blorbo hates you. they told me themselves. ❤️
Spiderman Field Trip Fic Recs
Whoever came up with this trope honestly deserves an award... every single one of them manages to do something different, and most of them are hilarious!
This is the worst timeline by Hittinmiss (6.6k)
this fic is absolutely hysterical from start to finish, with cameos from almost all of the Avengers and a (let's be honest) realistic number of vine references.
Mr Stark Enough For You? (another field trip fic bcs we dont have enough) by Livinei (7k)
this is one of my all time favourite field trip fics... the relationship with tony & peter is just written so perfectly and it is so sweet!
It's Above My Clearance Level by tsk (5k)
this fic is so funny!!! the sheer curiosity of all of Peter's classmates even when they are getting told they can't ask questions makes me laugh every time
Perhaps He's Not Missing Out After All. by NotYoCheese (6.6k)
this is just so sweet!! i would pay all of the money to see the look on Flash's face as well xD
The Field Trip by DJ_unicornsgr8 (8.6k)
i think the tag "Flash has no sense of self preservation" sums this entire fic up pretty well!
Definitely Worth It by jennylarner (16k)
Peter is not having a good day in this, but it is so worth it, exactly as the title says!
from your perspective, the world is flat by blueh (18k)
this fic has a lot more peril than most of them do, and i would say it's probably it's the different to the rest of the fics... but it is written amazingly, and i just love all of the characters in this!
so...that's all of them. if you have any fic suggestions or you want me to make a specific fic rec list, feel free to ask! and, as always, thank you to all the wonderful authors for writing and sharing all of these :D
Fives: how dead does someone have to be before its considered a murder?
Echo: if they are dead dead, it's murder. If they are kinda dead, it's attempted murder. If they aren't dead, you failed.
Rex: *backing out of the room* nopenopenopenopenope
Since we haven’t started the @jedijune prompts yet, I thought I’d just do a bit of a teaser for what I have planned.
A lot of my Jedi content this month will focus on their relationship with younglings, and there’s not better way to start things off than to remind you all that Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi actually spoils kids a lot and always have.
There’s just so much softness and love and fondness here, and it’s beautiful.
+ Bonus: Yes, he spoiled Anakin too, just a bit <3
Title: In the Palm of Your Hand
Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi is a rarity in the Jedi Order because he is one of the only remaining members who can morph into a lightsaber that can be wielded by a compatible partner. Enter Commander Cody, who has what he believes to be a foreign lightsaber dropped on his head, a lightsaber that is excessively warm and that he insists he can hear releasing the occasional exasperated sigh.
Pairing: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39350259
What if Aurebesh but with my calligraphy pen?
I hope you don't mind that I borrowed Chad, Purse and Ellys for quick practice @chadism-101 @fooolisher and @puirell
Myles/Jango Incorrect quotes
From here
playing twister
Silas:Right hand red.
Myles: ends up on top of Jango
Jango: ...You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Silas: I stopped spinning 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice
More under the cut
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Jaster: Hey, do any of you know how to pick a lock?
Jango: Myles does.
Jaster: .... Myles.
Jango: Yeah, they’re pretty good with poisons and explosives too actually. Apparently they had a rebellious phase*.
Jaster: .... That is terrifying information, thank you.
*unless we think about the spy au lol
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Myles: I turned out perfectly fine!
Jango: Myles, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast
Myles: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!
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Myles: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.
Jango: Three words.
Myles:
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Jango about the million clone kids they have: You love me, right, Myles?
Myles: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.
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Myles: This is such a bad idea.
Jango: Then why are you coming along?
Myles: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.
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Jango: Can you keep a secret?
Myles: Do you know anything about my life?
Jango: No I do not. Good point.
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Myles, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!
Jango: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar.
Jango: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!
Myles, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS
Jango: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!
Jango: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND
Myles, cry-laughing: ᴵ ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ
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Myles: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine
Myles: i’m going to get worse on purpose
Myles: i became more evil if you’re curious
Jango: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still!
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Myles: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.
Jango: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.
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This works with both I think, depends on the situation
Myles: Okay, truth or dare?
Jango: Truth
Jango: ...Dare
Myles: How many hours have you slept this week?
Jango:
Myles: Go to bed.
Jango: I don’t like this game.
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Death Watch raised Myles: So are we flirting right now?
Jango: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU
Myles: That doesn’t answer my question
I feel like this also fits the other way around if Jango ended up head over heals with Myles
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Myles: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives
Jango: I wake up at 4:30 AM
Myles:
Myles: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives
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Myles: Is something burning?
Jango: Just my love for you.
Myles: Jango, the toaster is on fire.
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When they have kids
Jango: Stubs their toe FUCK!
Myles: Mind your language!
Jango: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”???
Myles:
Jango: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.
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Myles: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.
Jango: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?
Myles: No! Four to five seconds!
Jango: Too late!!!
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Myles: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.
Jango: It’s not a joke.
Jango: *sniffles*
Jango: I’m a legit snack
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Myles: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.
Jango: I think you mean cards.
Myles, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.
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Myles, watching the news:Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!
Jango: walks in covered with ink Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.
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Jango: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Myles has been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...
Part 2 here!!!
idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little
Clone trooper armor design and mechanics for The Clone Wars TV series
212TH ONE-SHOT
@metalhusbands :one of the clones gets stuck in a vent - chaos insues
As you wish!!!!
(got the idea from @212th-chaos and @obiwanshusband tooka chaos)
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"What do you mean it's IN the vent?!?!" Cody practically yelled, throwing his arms up in exaggeration.
Waxer bowed his head, hiding his hands behind his back. "I didn't realize the vent cover was off so it sprinted towards it, I tried to grab it and it bit me and disappeared…"
Cody pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a drawn-out sigh. "There's a tooka loose in the ven- wait did you say it bit you?"
Waxer shrugged, still hiding his hands. "It's not that bad, sir."
Cody gave him an unbelieving glare. "Nice try. Med bay. Now," He pointed down the hall. "I'll go find someone to help find the damned thing."
Waxer nodded, heading towards the medbay as Cody started towards the barracks.
As the Commander got closer, he could hear laughing and yelling coming from beyond the door to the barracks. He wasn't sure what he expected to see beyond the door but he definitely didn't expect what he did find.
"Commander!" Boil shot up from where he was crouched on the floor. Next to him, someone was sticking halfway out of a vent, their waist up hidden inside. Boil looked from Cody to whoever was in the vent, back to Cody.
Cody crossed his arms, trying his best to refrain from laughing. "What the hell happened?"
Around Boil, other troopers were failing to control their laughter. "Well, sir," Boil started, barely containing his own laughter, "Waxer lost a tooka in the vent and Wooley saw it and tried to grab it and well…" he motioned to the pair of legs, "he got stuck."
Cody couldn't stop the amused chuckle as Wooley started to kicked his legs.
"Will you stop karking laughing and get me the kriff out?!?" Wooley's muffled yell only caused the boys to keel over laughing once more.
"I'm assuming pulling him out didn't work, then?" Cody asked, leaning against the door frame.
"We tried," Longshot piped up. "But his squeaking as we tried to pull him out-" he fell into a fit of giggles.
"So what you're saying is you bunch of di'kuts were all laughing too hard to pull him out?" Cody asked, his amused smirk never leaving his face.
"No, yeah. That about sums it up sir," Trapper put in between wheeze.
Cody was more laughing at his troopers trying their best to say things in a professional manner all while doubled over wheezing than Wooley screaming profanities through the vent.
"So," Cody made his way over, lightly kicking Wooley's leg. "How bout you lot get him out of the vent so we can find the missing tooka before it bites someone else?"
"I like that plan!" Wooley called out, kicking his legs again, accidentally hitting Cody in the process.
Unfortunately for Wooley, that just sent them all laughing again. Crys, who hadn't said a word since Cody arrived, was now struggling to breath, curled into a ball on the floor.
"What the kriff did I miss?"
Cody turned to see Waxer now standing in the open doorway, a bandage wrapped neatly around his hand.
Cody leaned his back against the wall, sparing a glance at Wooley. "Seems your tooka caused a bit of chaos in your absence."
Waxer chuckled to himself before walking over to Wooley, grabbing his leg and yanking hard. Wooley slid free from the vent and Waxer landed on his ass, wincing as his bandaged hand hit the floor.
Wooley rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling before getting up and launching himself at Boil who practically screamed. Wooley wrestled his vod to the floor. "This is for not getting me out, you karking di'kut!" He yelled as he put Boil in a headlock.
No one came to Boil's rescue and he squirmed to attempt to free himself.
Cody didn't move from his spot against the wall, content to watch the chaos unfold.
Wooley released Boil and latched himself to Longshot who started screaming at Crys to help him. Crys was of no help, still fighting to catch his breath.
Waxer stood up, stopping beside his Commander and his vode rolled around on the floor. "Should we-?"
"Nah," Cody interrupted. "They'll figure it out,"
Cody's attention was quickly drawn back to the vent as a soft meow was heard. Beside his foot the tabby tooka, also watching the chaos it had unknowingly caused.
"There's the little shit!" Wooley's voice called out.
"GET IT!"
Hello Sir! Your armor is iconic. We all recognize and love the Arc trooper gear. It looks rather complicated though. How long does it take to put on?
Uhm... Well a lot quicker now, I have gotten used to it. I haven't had to do timed drills in a long time, but about... hmm... two minutes?
We used to have to do emergency drills to get suited up and ready for combat in the fastest time possible. Not my favourite part of training.
The Girl with the Skeleton Hand
If you ship clonec*st you’re a fetishizing freak and i literally hate you ❤️
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When and why did the word attachment become a congruent synonym for love within the Star Wars fandom??
Sometimes I feel like reading Star Wars one shots or fics and it’s often the same statements that make me cringe and close the tab. Like „love isn’t allowed blah blah blah“, „the order is flawed because I cannot love another openly“, „how can the Jedi deem love wrong, it’s only natural“, etc.
Like what?
Even the movies make the distinction between love and attachment. Anakin tells Padmé for example that the Jedi do in fact love.
It’s just that the order comes first because as a willing member of said order that’s your duty. A partner would always come second. „Don‘t lose a hundred just to save one.“
And I mean even in real life there’s a clear difference between the two words: love and attachment. Most people wouldn't tell someone they have feelings for, „I am attached to you“ rather than „I love you“. And I feel like just when you read those two phrases, they give off a completely different vibe. „I am attached to you“ seems more selfish, sort of cold and temporary, it implies a fear of loss somehow, whereas love sounds purer and honest and selfless and everlasting. (But maybe that’s also just me.)
And also how come when people say the Jedi or their Order was flawed, the only flaw they end up mentioning is the attachment rule. And that’s also only a flaw for them because they confuse attachment with love…
But like, you’re telling me an entire culture and people is flawed because they don’t put selfish borderline toxic romance on a pedestal, but rather see the flaw within exactly that type of „love“. And that to you is wrong because why?
Oh and of course how could I forget? The only other flaw that keeps getting mentioned is that they „didn’t do enough“ and they „let“ Anakin fall to the Dark Side and „allowed“ the Empire to rise. Yeah, let’s take all autonomy away from the edgy handsome villain and blame everybody else, because he baby.
Jedi have to go above and beyond to please the audience and are blamed and taken apart for every little mistake or not even mistake, just for „not doing enough“. But when is it actually enough? It seems to me never. What good they actually did gets ignored. On the other hand villains get to do the worst of the worst but get babied and praised for the smallest of kind acts. It’s just complete hypocrisy.
And to top it all of, a lot of the times the good guys or in this case Jedi are deemed as arrogant without really showing any sort of arrogance. What’s up with that? Why are they arrogant to you? Because they point out wrong from right, try to strive to do good over and over again as best as they can? I feel like people just really like doing what they want and desire with no regard to right or wrong and do not wish to be called out for it or face any sort of consequence. And when there’s somebody who does call out wrongdoings, they deem them as arrogant and hypocrites. And so the Jedi become the „actual bad guys“ and the bad guys become the heroes, who „are actually in the right“.
And that's that on that.
Anakin: I have a plan!
Feemor: No, we're not going to explode anything.
Anakin: I don't have a plan.
Xanatos: Well, I do have one.
Feemor: No, we're not going to kill people.
Xanatos: Man, you have to consider it!
Obi-Wan: *raises his hand*
Feemor: Sure, tell us, dear. We're listening.
Anakin and Xanatos: Injustice!