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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Armand/Daniel Molloy Characters: Armand (Vampire Chronicles), Daniel Molloy Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Old Daniel Molloy, Vampire Daniel Molloy, devils minion, Possessive Behavior, old man being down bad, Drabble Summary:

Armand possessiveness wasn’t ready to let Daniel have the dignity of dying a mortal death. Daniels indifference to dying a mortal death had him begging for a gift that Armand did not want to give. Daniel distinctly wonders if they’re destined to destroy each other. Or perhaps, in this dance of detest and fascination, they’ll find redemption.

“Perhaps it was cruel? It was cruel. You gave me all those memories back at once and then you bolted. Is that what our eternity is going to be? A life-long game of cat and mouse? An eternal tango? Cause boss, I will spend the rest of my unnatural life chasing after you if that’s what it takes. I’ve got all time in the world.”

hello it’s 05.14am, I wrote this in just over and hour and i can’t even read anymore so if you see any spelling mistakes no you didn’t 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price (Call of Duty) Additional Tags: MW3 SPOILERS, Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt John "Soap" MacTavish, Gun Violence Summary:

He walks slowly towards the body on the floor like a man possessed, fear threatening to choke him. Blood surrounds Johnny like a halo, his eyes open and lifeless as they stare at the ceiling. From a man who is so loud in life, so bright, the silence is deafening.

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Pls does anyone know the name of this fic. Its codywan(i think, if not it involves them anyway) and I think ahsoka was there too?? But they end up under the ocean for this mission and there’s experiments down there that end up scratching Cody and he has this link hive mind thing was something big n sinister? And they try and escape the planet and the thing almost pulls them back down? I’m hazy on details but would to find it again if anyone has a clue

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Nimona (2023) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ballister Blackheart | Ballister Boldheart/Ambrosius Goldenloin Characters: Ballister Blackheart | Ballister Boldheart, Ambrosius Goldenloin, Nimona (Nimona), The Director (Nimona) Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Whump, someone give ballister a hug, Internal Conflict, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

The institute was poorly organised chaos in the days that followed. Ambrosius felt eyes follow him as he trailed through the halls like a ghost. That first night he had locked himself in his room and sobbed until sleep took him. After, he busied himself with helping the restoration efforts. Ballister's blood still stained the floor when he set out to retrieve the Queen's crown. He stared at it unseeingly for a long moment, then leaned over to wretch bitterly into the ground.

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This movie is so special to me

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WHERE. IS. CODY!!!!!!!! IS HE SAFE ?!?!!?!? IS HE ALIVE?!?!?!?

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen & Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

It all comes full circle.

“Little Gods,” someone whispers from beside him, and Luke finds his lips curling.

‘Not a God. A dragon’ he thinks to himself, fingers tightening around the blade as he finishes the job. His eye slips free with a horrifying squelch and he sobs once it’s out, fingers curling around the ruined flesh. Daemon once told him that bravery is not hiding your tears, but finding the courage to disregard them.

His tears flow freely.

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Soap doesn't even spare a moment to think before he leans forward. Their lips met and do nothing else, because Ghost freezes beneath him like stone. He immediately begins to pull back, fearing he's gravely mistaken this growing connection between them. Perhaps it was a mistake. Ghost is still an enigma to him, and his mother had always told him not to go poking at wild animals otherwise he’ll end up hurt.

Instead of sinking his teeth in, Ghost surges forward and all his resolve shatters.

Ghost’s lips brush his; soft and delicate- just long enough that he could inhale his breath—feel the warmth of his skin then he’s gone again. The taste of cigarettes and alcohol linger heavily on his tongue.

A gap is created between them then, and they blink, huffing out little gasps of breath. There's another shrinking moment then they're moving again, and Soap kisses Ghost like he's always wanted to kiss him -like the way he'd always imagined. It's soft and featherlight; hot and breathy. There are no attempts at winning a battle but simply two beings seeking union and closeness and sharing one breath- one sensation- one timeless and passionate moment. The growing heat rises on his cheeks as Ghost’s tongue slips into his mouth, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lays within- seeking to chase down the little whines that escape with mouth unbidden.

Soap can do nothing but hang on for the ride, and he arches into curious hands that are pushing against the material of his t-shirt. This seems to excite the other if the somewhat primal growl that reverbs in his mouth has anything to say about it, and Ghost straddles his hips and pushes down. Soap gasps at the friction, arms wrapping around the other's back and clenching the material there between his fingers. Above him, Ghost laughs, and it sounds like gentle chimes and birdsong; like pure bliss and radiance. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

It's perfect. Everything is perfect, and Soap could burst with the happiness he feels.

"Simon," he whispers.

The name escapes him, unbidden and unfiltered. Raw and real. He's not even aware he said it- not truly- until Ghost is pulling away from him.

Soap blinks at the sudden change in pace and is greeted with such a look of quiet devastation he feels like he's been punched in the gut.

“We can’t do this,” Ghost whispers, and he’s already at arms length and pulling the abandoned mask back over his face.

The moment shatters into little pieces and Soap is left gaping in its wake. He feels flayed- lying here on the floor with his shirt rucked up to his waist.

“Why?” He asks. It’s all he can say.

“We just fuckin’ can’t, alright? Forget this even happened,” Ghost replies, angry now, turning his back on him and leaving the room.

He slams the door on the way out.

Soap lies there for an agonisingly long moment, trying to connect the man who just left the room and the man who was kissing him. His lips tingle, and it’s the only tell that it happened at all.

He thinks about his mothers warning about wild animals and lets his head hit the floor.

He should have listened to her.

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Anyway, another day a new fandom

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen & Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra), Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Violence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

It all comes full circle.

“Little Gods,” someone whispers from beside him, and Luke finds his lips curling.

‘Not a God. A dragon’ he thinks to himself, fingers tightening around the blade as he finishes the job. His eye slips free with a horrifying squelch and he sobs once it’s out, fingers curling around the ruined flesh. Daemon once told him that bravery is not hiding your tears but finding the courage to disregard them.

His tears flow freely.

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Wild how everyone’s moved on and my heart still belongs to writing Cody as a little shit

Summary: "Just put your breastplate on; no one will see you anyway, my dear."

The irony of those words is that he believed them at the time. He should have known that Obi-Wan Kenobi is the biggest jinx on this side of the entire galactic system, and when he takes a right down a shadowy alcove, he clashes directly with someone coming swiftly from the opposite direction.

His helmet drops from his hand and his armour spills out, making an unpleasant echoing noise reverberate throughout the quiet corridor.

"I'm so sorry," he blurts immediately, coming to attention to assess how he's going to explain this at the exact same time as Skywalker exclaims,

'Kriff! I didn't see you ther… Cody?"

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The book of literally everyone else and [squints at smudged writing on hand] bobs fett?

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Written after this post: “:( so the shinies really step off kamino with absolutely no idea how the outside world works and they were just expected to ignore their curiosity and fight and die :( :((( “

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Rakata Prime was an unaffiliated planet on the outer rim. Claims had been reported to the GAR that there had been a hostile invasion of separatist forces terrorising the natives, and the Supreme Chancellor had sanctioned that the nearest General and Clone division investigate these claims. Given their close proximity to the planet (being in the Outer Rim at the time) the 212th had been selected to inspect the nature of such allegations. Cody and a squad were sent ahead of time (with great displeasure to all those involved) as Obi-Wan and the rest of the battalion were needed to wind up on a humanitarian mission they were currently engaged in.

They had landed on the planet two days ago, having spent the first few days taking notes of the landscape and designing a battle plan. Rakata prime was a primarily dry planet, with extensive plains of nothing but farmland and rolling trees.

Easy enough to stay discrete if they stuck to the tree line. But with enough space to plant their heavy guns as a second line of defence.

In all it was the kind of planet Cody had seen a hundred times over.

Once he’s briefed the men he gives the order to press forward, standing back and watching as the troopers move out. His initial intention had been to comm his general in the quiet revive and give him a quick update before the fight begins.

This pause allows him to catch two stragglers fall behind.

He frowns, observing from his vantage point as the two figure seems to linger close to the tree line. The cleanliness of their armour is a straight give away that they’re both shinies: as is their demeanour.

From what he can see, one man is tugging at the others shoulder, helmet whipping back and forth in a way Cody knows is more nervous than observational. His partner is crouched on the ground, hand smoothing over something in the dirt.

Once it appears that the two are going to fall behind Cody starts forward, approaching the pair.

They don’t notice him straight away (something he’s going to have to take note of), but now he is closer he can half understand why. The shiny on the ground is fixated and the shiny trying to pull him away is muttering a nervous spiel of regulations, fingers of his spare hand tapping a nervous ‘click click click’ against his thigh plate in a way Cody is surprised the Kaminoan’s didn’t condition out of him.

“Find anything interesting?” He asks, crossing his arms and taking a step back as the pair shoot upwards instantly, fumbling to remove their buckets.

“Commander!”

“Sir! Commander! Sir!”

Both men are now standing at attention in front of him, which gives Cody a better chance to scrutinise them.

As he had initially distinguished, their armour is squeaky clean- not a scratch or battle tell insight. In fact, it’s painfully apparent that the two men haven’t even had the chance to settle onto the negotiator: the colours of the 212th are absent from their helmets.

The lack of time clearly hadn’t deterred the curious trooper from trying, however, given his paint-stained fingertips. A sloppy line of gold has been added to his companion's chest plate, streaky in a way that comes with using fingers instead of a brush. On his own armour, there is a slapdash attempt at what looks like a wave on his shoulder plate: though it’s clearly bled and looks more like he’s leaned against a wet wall.

Cody appreciates their attempts at individuality, though he is less than impressed by their carelessness so thus displayed.

“What’s your name, troopers?”

Gold fingertips answers first. “I’m jitter! Sir! Commander, I mean. My names Jitter.”

Nervous tapper answers second. “Click, Sir.”

‘That makes sense’ Cody thinks, inclining his helmet and purposely looking in the direction the rest of the squad is headed- now out of sight.

“Well Jitters and Click, you must have a good reason to be falling behind on your first campaign. I’d love to hear it, since it was clearly so important.”

Click begins talking before he’s even finished his sentence, fingers tightening into fists and relaxing. It seems the longnecks had tried to curb the habit after all.

“We are so sorry, Commander. We didn’t mean to fall behind; we can only apologise. We’ll join the rest of the men and report to you afterwards for punishment. Again, we're sorry. Come on, Jit.”

But Jitter doesn’t seem so inclined to move. The shiny hesitates, feet shuffling from side to side in a way that isn’t necessarily nervous. In fact, Cody would stipulate that the movements are not born from anxiety, but are a way of whipping up as much dust from the ground as possible.

“It was my fault, sir. Click has nothing to do with it. We’ll be on our way now; I only got distracted by the flowers.”

That pauses his impeding lecture, if only for the sheer irregularity of the sentence.

“The flowers?”

Instead of speaking Jitter produces a small white flower and holds it up in presentation.

“You’ve fallen behind and risked attack for flowers?” Cody asks incredulously, quirking his eyebrow.

Click’s face is now flushed, and Jitter seems at least abashed, ducking his head down to look at the plant in his hand. “I’m aware it sounds bad. It’s just... we’ve never seen one before, sir. I was only curious, see. We’ve been on Kamino this whole time- we didn’t know there was ground that wasn’t hard and that places didn’t rain all day. And I saw the flowers and got distracted. I’ve only ever seen them in a book, once. I didn’t know they were real things. But it's my fault we've fallen behind; Click doesn't deserve to be punished for my mistakes.”

Cody is taken aback, and the lecture he had prepared dies in his throat.

Sometimes he forgets what it’s like to be a shiny leaving Kamino. Perhaps it was different from him- he was CC class, and his training left absolutely no room or time for curiosity. But for many of their men it’s natural to be fascinated by all the little things life offers.

He’s never met anyone spellbound by dirt and flowers, but the innocence and childlike wonder are vaguely endearing.

Cody sighs, switching his gaze between the two until he starts to see them physically squirm before he beckons his head in the direction of the trees. “Hm. Well, Jitter, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time after this campaign to explore the exciting properties of dirt. But right now, you’re needed on the front lines. Move out, troopers.”

This seems to spur both men, and Click begins pushing at his brothers back, casting a thankful look at him.

“Sir, yes, sir,” they reply in tandem, straightening their spines and marching on in the direction the others went in.

Cody takes a moment to watch them, shaking his head fondly under his helmet before he follows behind.

Looks like he’s got another twin pair on his hands. If their anything like Waxer and Boil, he’s looking forward to getting to know them.

———

If Cody thought the battle was bloody, the aftermath was bloodier.

He stands amongst a sea of white plastoid that had once been reverently marked with gold markings- now stained red and splattered with mud.

Around him, the bustling sounds of equipment being packed up is eerily loud compared to the oppressive silence that comes with loss. As always, he feels a weighty sense of responsibility as he looks out at the bodies of his brothers: those he knew personally and those who had only just left Kamino. Death does not discriminate; he understands, but Cody is their Commander, and every battle his men die is another blow to his unwavering resolve.

Sighing heavily he scrubs a hand down his face, allowing a lingering moment to breathe through the brief flare of anger he feels at the fact they cannot recover the bodies and give them the funeral they deserve. Such is the consequence of war, apparently. His only solace is that they will have a remembrance ceremony later to share memories about their brothers who are now marching on.

It’s as he’s walking back to the ship that his attention is snared. To his left are two bodies: one thrown over the other. It is not unusual for some of the vode to defend their ori’vod or batch mate. However, what catches his eye is the unusual armour decoration- a poorly painted chest plate, streaks still visibly even under a layer of grime. His stomach drops instantly and he drops his gaze without much thought to the clone curled underneath, catching sight of painted fingertips curled around a fistful of dirt.

A crushed flower lies just out of reach, yellow this time.

Cody closes his eyes.

Here lies a body of a shiny who had only just stepped foot off Kamino. He didn’t know some places didn’t rain. He hadn’t seen vast planets of grassland; he hadn’t seen the great desert plains and the bustle of city planets like Courscant. He had barely seen any of this universe, and now he never will.

He died in the mud that he had found so fascinating only hours before, along with his brother who radiated nerves and careful consideration.

They were just shinies. They were just kids.

But the Republic don’t see them that way. They’re just soldiers, to them.

They’re nothing but buckets. Feet on the ground. Numbers.

Cody signs again, allowing one last moment to glance at the sad scene. Such is the way of war, he understands. But that doesn’t make it much more manageable.

It never has, and it never will.

He bends down, picking up the crushed flower and places it on Jitters chest plate. Then he straightens his shoulders and moves on, heading back to the ship so they can meet the rest of the 212th at the rendezvous.

——

At remembrance that night, no one comments on the freshly painted flower on his shoulder pad.

No one needs to.

After all, no one understands loss quite like the clones.

They don’t have possessions. They don’t have homes with trinkets and items. Memories are all they have, and dedications are all they can give.

Jitter and Click never got to experience much in their life cycle, but Cody won’t let that be in vain. He’ll live for them.

And from now on, he'll take more time to appreciate the flowers.

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:( so the shinies really step off kamino with absolutely no idea how the outside world works and they were just expected to ignore their curiosity and fight and die :( :(((

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Summary: The first thing Cody becomes aware of when consciousness returns to him is the unrelenting pressure of his visor pressing against his cheek. He groans lowly and agonisingly begins to push himself up, breathing through the sudden wave of vertigo he receives for his efforts. The second thing Cody becomes aware of is that it was too dark to see. He squints in an effort to clear his vision, but all that does is strain his eyes and worsen his rapidly developing headache.

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Okay so the mandalorian said fuck your suggestion and fuck cal rights

Okay but! Ahsoka said a Jedi may chose to come looking for grogu, if the force wills it. May I therefore suggest.... a certain ginger Jedi