#Ah Yes. The Time Chapter

[aberfaeth]

don't give it a hand, offer it a soul

[dimension 20: fantasy high, Jace/Porter, missing scenes, coworkers with benefits to ???. ch 3/5, 6k.]

“Well, I tipped her off about the woods,” Jace says. And he waits, but - Porter just looks at him, unblinkingly neutral, his face the emotional equivalent of a blank stone wall.  Invested, focused, persistent. Emotionally available for her students. Jace had scrawled it down on his last faculty evaluation for Yolanda, needing much less time to finish up her sheet than the others. He had complaints to register for the rest of the teachers; he dedicated a paragraph and a half to harsh critiques of Porter’s academic methods. But there’s genuinely very little that Yolanda has ever done to get in his way, or give him grief.  “You need to kill her,” he says into the silence. “It’s not a chance we can take.” *** Five rituals, over the course of ten months.

hi everyone and welcome to chapter three of @jadeandquartzes and i going real insane about those evil aguefort teachers. on this episode, Canon Events In The Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear... hope you enjoy, cause this one's a doozy!!!

read chapter three of don't give it a hand, offer it a soul here!

start from the beginning here!

[h0estar]

Yukine's journey toward acceptance of the life that was robbed of him, this time with finality, exemplifies the emotional and beautifully rendered arc that has defined his character.

Yukine finally accepting the reality of his death. Yukine stepping out from the fridge that contained memories of what was once his life. Yukine freeing himself from the shackles of his trauma. Yukine running to protect the person who cherished him the most in the world. Yukine standing up to an abusive father. Yukine wholeheartedly apologizing. Yukine's growth, and Yato tearing up as he stretches his little arms to pull him for an embrace.

Yukine's gratitude for what Yato did for him is evident throughout the series. He was given a name more precious than any other. He was treated like a human--an ordinary teenage boy. And life after that was one exciting journey after another. Now, Yukine can no longer be entirely consumed by the horrors of his past because he knows that his reality with Yato is so much brighter. Far brighter.

Yukine could break out from that refrigerator because of the true, sincere, and nurturing love shown by the only father figure in his life. Yato has said multiple times throughout the series that Yukine was his priority above all else, and Yukine was the only person he swore to protect the most. Hell, he even went straight to hug him after Yukine apologized for turning into that form! Yato did not need to summon Yukine. Yukine came to protect Yato on his own decision. As he always did.

The journey to their healing will be painful, and this chapter shows that Yato and Yukine will face it together. No more secrets and no more miscommunications. They will help and be by each other's side as they always have, not only as god and shinki but, this time, as family.

"I will not let him die. Not Yato. No matter what happens... I swear I won't let anyone take him from me!" -Yukine, Noragami Vol. 17 Chapter 67.

[ripplefields]

digital snow day

[lavenoon]

Wading out of that sea of red is hard, but having someone wait for you outside of it makes it worth it (even if he'll be leaving tracks for a long while still)

Been thinking about Chapter 4 of Heavenly Bodies in Case Files, and thus the bounty hunter has been on my mind. @naffeclipse come get your evil baby boy <3

Inspiration/ blorbo thoughts that wouldn't leave my brain and sparked this:

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

thinking so so hard about LaughingStock and how that'd go down. disastrously, probably

[beanghostprincess]

Hi, I’m an idiot! why are we so sure black beard will kill shanks? I’ve been fan since OPLA and everyone keeps telling me it 😳

Also did Oda really said buggy is his favourite? 🥺That’s so sweet he likes him. I thought it was gaimon

He did say his favorite is Gaimon but! He also said his favorite antagonist is Buggy and tbh seeing how much he enjoys writing him it's just obvious he loves him.

And I'm not exactly saying it will be Blackbeard specifically, I literally have 0 theories regarding Shanks' death. I just have the feeling he'll die because his death flags are... Too obvious. He doesn't show up very often but when he does it's to leave us viewers wanting more and loving him. He's not an antagonist, in fact, he's loved by the main character and he's basically his mentor. But he still keeps a major secret from us. He's very complex but unexplored and... This type of character always ends up dying.

Loved by the main character + Doesn't show up much but is important for the plot + Hides something = Death will get a strong reaction out of the characters and will break our hearts but we won't miss him that much at the end of the day and thanks to that we will have a big part of the main plot revealed finally

Also, he's not an antagonist but since he does have something mysterious going on, Oda can't just leave him alive and happy and being a good-hearted Pirate at the end of the story. He's either an actual villain (which I highly doubt) or he's dying. Because otherwise, I think it'd be a pretty underwhelming ending for his character. But Oda surprises us by breaking stereotypes in Shonen a lot, so maybe Shanks doesn't die. But who knows... I'm just saying that if somebody has to die, it's gonna be Shanks.

[passthroughtime]

today i’m thinking about “different first meeting” kuwagami scenario where kuwana is acquainted with kaito beforehand, BUT not as friends, but as fuckbuddies at most. maybe, even just as a one night stand.

yagami comes to kaito’s apartment because he couldn’t reach him or something, and sees another new guy coming out of his shower; this isn’t news for him that kaito occasionally hooked up with random women and men alike, with preference in the former. yagami pays kuwana no mind and actively deflects any advances from him, thinking that kuwana sees him as another fuckbuddy of kaito. yagami doesn’t fuck around that much, and definitely isn’t in the mood to find somebody to stay the night with: they have an urgent case, and there isn’t any other thing on his mind at the moment.

while kuwana falls in love with yagami at the first sight. sure it’s weird to fall for a business partner of the guy he just fucked and isn’t going to remember for long. but, yagami is perfect, in some stupid way. kuwana says something dumb, gets rejected, and his hurting heart tells him he can’t let yagami go. he hasn’t felt this way about anyone in years.

so, he starts to hang around kaito much more frequently, they may even be called friends at some point. yagami thinks they are dating; this is the last thing kuwana wants him to think.

although, they click with each other pretty quickly; with all the annoyance, it’s fun to bicker with him, rarely being serious, picking on him and being picked on in turn. but it also frustrates yagami, because he sees that kuwana doesn’t really care about kaito (the amount he'd expect of the guy kaito is together with). while kuwana sees that yagami worries for kaito, and thinks that it’s in that way. once, he, heartbroken and losing hope, asks what yagami sees in kaito (as a possible romantic partner), but words it badly and is understood even worse. yagami falls out with kuwana, and they stop talking altogether.

yagami sulks and is very upset, because he thought they had something special going there, even if it was just a mutual interest, which wouldn’t turn into anything else. kuwana stops talking to kaito, explaining to him that it was because he couldn’t bear to be with yagami in one room when he hates him so much. his words kind of insinuate of kuwana’s feelings for yagami, but kaito doesn’t catch the hint.

some time passes, and yagami and kaito talk about kuwana. yagami says that he regrets so much cutting kuwana off from his life. kaito remembers what kuwana said, tells it to yagami as word for word as he could remember, and though he doesn’t understand what’s wrong, yagami sees kuwana’s message clearly.

yagami can’t reach him by his number (it’s out of service), so he comes to his house in ijincho. he isn’t home, but yagami waits for him. approaching his house, kuwana sees him sitting on the steps and asks, “did you not cuss me enough?” and everything he says is openly antagonizing. yagami tries to talk to him calmly, but with time kuwana, unyielding, starts to piss him off. yagami says something along, “and here i thought you’d want me to apologize to you” and storms out the house with an intention to drink this anger away and come back.

kuwana isn’t able to stop him (when he tries, yagami punches him in the nose so hard kuwana sees stars, and it starts bleeding), but he finds him leaning on the railing in the nearby parking lot, with cheep beer in his hands. “you didn’t escape far. feeling guilty?”, kuwana asks, meaning his injury. “yes,” yagami answers, meaning the argument that lead them to stop talking with each other.

kuwana asks to share his beer with him, to which yagami complies, and jokes about them having an indirect kiss. “so childish,” yagami says, “we are long past the age of indirect kisses.” “do you want an ‘adult’ kiss?” kuwana jokingly asks, falling into their playful type of talking naturally. “yes,” yagami answers, and kuwana hears no ridicule in turn. he kisses him and tries to say that he wanted to kiss him for as long as they know each other.

“i knew that all this time,” yagami interrupts him, “but i didn’t want a kiss from somebody who isn’t serious about it.” after kuwana’s question of what has changed, yagami answers, “because now i also know you want more from me than this, or sex, or whatever. makes kissing you a lot less disgusting.” kuwana laughs, and yagami steals this sound with another kiss.

[elialys]

“What we did to you…you found a way to protect yourself. You channeled your fear into anger, which is why you’re so good at your job. But if you want to save those people, you have to find your way back to that scared little girl.” Even as she stands there, heart thumping beneath her ribs, fingertips tingling with the adrenaline that flooded her blood at her rush of outrage, Olivia knows this is a lost cause. Because he’s right. For as long as she can remember, she’s always channeled her fears into anger—even as a nine-year-old, shooting a gun at another grown man who’d abused her instead of protecting her.

living my best life i tell you

[ghost-proofbaby]

i am home and need to do major updates to the maroon masterlist as well as update to link to the newest chapter but instead am getting distracted with online shopping

[space-spring]

1, 4 and 6 for the fandom ask game, for Triangle Strategy

Thank you so much for the ask!!! <3

1. My favorite thing about the fandom

I've probably said this before, but I honestly really like that tri strat's a pretty small fandom! I love some more popular things like fire emblem, but I rarely participate in those fandoms because it's more intimidating to post stuff that I know significantly more people will be looking at. Even my stuff on triangle-strategy-notes, which isn't super creative (like fanfic or fanart) is stuff I probably wouldn't do for fe. There's already Japanese -> English translation discourse going on over there and I know I'd probably get zinged for a lot of the mistakes I make on the artbook stuff hahahaha.

4. My favorite fanart from the fandom

I'm going to do several here bc there is SO MUCH cool fan art for triangle strategy esp. considering how small it is.

@kelbunny's Cordelia paladin concept has lived in my head rent free ever since she posted it because I am thinking 24/7 about how cool it would have been if Cordelia had ended up with a more significant role after retaking Whiteholm (not that a healer can't have a significant role but. we all know JRPG protags have to have at least one sword or will the devs REALLY let them be a JRPG protag). It's such a fun concept, and I also really love the way it parallels Avlora's dark knight thing she's got going on. It's just!!!! very cool!!!!!

@cullensart's Avwell drawings. I just think they're neat :)

This is on Twitter so I am going to very cautiously repost it a little bit with a screenshot of the entire tweet, but I really love this art by DelaneyJanuzzi of the Time to Say Goodbye battle ending. The scene in general is SO GOOD and I just think it's a really cool drawing of it :) She also has a ton of other cool tri strat + fire emblem art that I really enjoy

6. My favorite character

To the surprise of probably no one I love Avlora a whole lot :) :) :) I'm a sucker for morally grey characters in general and Avlora in particular is really interesting to me for a few different reasons. One big difference between her and a character like Edelgard von Fire Emblem is that Avlora is just super unapologetically not feminine in the typical sense. She super easily could have been written as a man with essentially zero changes to the script outside of pronouns, and there's no "whoa isn't it nuts that we're taking orders from a woman?" moments or really any acknowledgement whatsoever that it's uncustomary for the setting. And the same thing goes for a lot of Tri Strat's female characters which I think is really cool! I don't have anything against girlbosses getting to be a little girly on occasion (and I think for Edelgard in particular it works well considering her whole arc with trust + vulnerability), but there's definitely something really cool about Avlora getting to step outside the stereotypes a bit and just get to be a general without so many references to her gender.

[thermodynamic-comedian]

ghost chapter 14 spoilers

"oh yeah well my songs are trending on the tiktoks"

alright fess up gang who gave grandpa nihil access to social media.

[lavenderjewels]

people already saying shoko had unrequited love for geto and gojo in the jjk tags 🫠

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

soldier left behind

Part four of 212th Medic Skull Has Had Enough on ao3

Part one | Part two | Part Three | Part Four

Summary:

“I–” Obi-Wan started, then looked back toward the forest, “Cody didn’t come back.” He spat the words out so quickly, Skull could hardly follow.

(Or, yet another follow-up to Skull's infamous run-in with the 212th's newest secret couple. This time, an injured Cody is left in the forest and Obi-Wan, Skull, and new shiny medic Splint go to find him before nightfall.)

Word Count: 4,414

Chapter 1/2

Skull hated fighting, hated having to raise his blaster, even if it was the one thing he had been created to do. He supposed he had been trained to be a medic his whole life outside of being a soldier, so of course his first point of interest was not running aimlessly into a field of droids who were quite literally designed to kill him.

Skull swore under his breath as blaster fire whizzed past his head, cursed out General Skywalker for getting them into this position in the first place. 

If General Kenobi was risky, Skywalker took it to another level; he was self-sacrificing but surprisingly confident about it. Skull was happy to not have been assigned as his medic, but that didn’t mean he was exempt from Skywalker’s abhorrent decisions.

Cody’s voice was loud through his comlink, commanding all of the troops to fall back, there were reinforcements coming in. Skull followed orders gladly and booked it away from the oncoming line of clankers, hoping his brothers would do the same; he would be the one to have to fix them up anyway. 

Feet carrying him backward through a maze of thick, leafy trees, Skull heard the crackling sound of more orders from Cody through his comlink. He could barely hear over the continued blaster fire pelting into the tree trunks on all sides of him and the surrounding troopers. 

“Toward basecamp!” Someone yelled, having heard the orders. Reorienting himself, he changed directions, feet catching on the tree roots that layered the forest bed in his haste. 

He ran for longer than he had in a long time, lungs pulling in harsh, short breaths as he began to see the edges of a clearing ahead of him. No one spoke as they ran, equally unwilling to waste their breath on needless conversation. Skull sucked in a big breath, and pushed his legs to go faster as they approached the clearing; basecamp was only a quarter of a klick away from the edge of it, and Skull was more than willing to get there sooner rather than later. 

By the time he and the other troopers could see the tents looming in the distance, Skull looked back to see a muddy group of twenty or so troopers, a few of them limping or holding an arm against their chest. Skull pulled his comlink to his face.

“Oxy, twenty of us incoming. I estimate three leg wounds, two troopers with blasts to the bicep and shoulder.” He liked to keep his counterpart informed and prepared; Force knew he was going to have to sit for at least a couple of minutes to regain he breath after having run so far. 

“Noted.” Oxy answered immediately, “You alright there, Skully?” He stifled a laugh through the connection and Skull growled under his breath. 

“You trying running four klicks away from clankers.” Skull said, breaths coming in faster. 

“I’ll save a medical bed for you.” Oxy told him.

Skull didn’t bother responding, just slowed down considerably as he approached the first of the makeshift barracks. The men surrounding him did the same, stripping off their buckets to take a few breaths of fresh air, not quite as thick as it had been in the humid center of the jungle.

Approaching the small medical tent which sat beside the makeshift supply tent, Skull directed the injured men following him to triage with one of the shinies that had been brought on to work with him and Oxy. The shiny, Splint, looked on nervously as Skull directed the troops his way. It was his first time in the field, only having been surrounded with every piece of high-tech medical equipment in the galaxy.

Skull tried to offer him a reassuring smile, but he would be the first to admit he wasn’t feeling overly up to it as he sat heavily on a weapons crate outside the tent. “Is that it, Sir? Are there any still on the way?” Splint asked expectantly, his eyes tracing over the tree line in the distance, almost like he was waiting for more to pop out of it at any second. 

They had gone in with forty, and barely twenty had returned; Skull knew what Splint was thinking. 

Skull hated that he didn’t know if anyone was left behind, that he couldn’t save every single last one of his brothers, but the reality was, not everyone would make it, and that was something he had to live with as a medic.“I’m sorry– I don’t know. Just focus on what’s in front of you now, Splint, if they make it back, they make it back.” 

Splint sighed, then saluted, “Of course, Sir.” He nodded once, then spun on his heel to join Oxy back in the tent. 

Skull sat for another minute, then began to pull at his plates of armor. He worked better when he wasn’t constricted by layers of thick plastoid. 

Once he had piled the plates beside himself, he was about to get up to head into the medical tent, but his eyes caught on something in the distance. 

Alongside another large supply crate, both General Kenobi and Skywalker stood with their arms crossed, obviously in a very intense discussion over something. Skywalker held his head high and seemingly indignant. Kenobi looked equally frustrated, but instead of standing still, he paced back and forth, hand occasionally reaching up to stroke over his beard. 

While the image wasn’t inherently unusual, the look on Kenobi’s face was not. 

The General looked, for lack of a more dignified term, frantic.

Frantic wasn’t something a High General in the GAR often embodied, even in the face of a losing battle. 

Skull stood slowly, watching as the two Generals spoke under their breath to each other, then parted ways with one last biting word from Skywalker. The younger Jedi strode off, confidence rolling off of him as he moved in the direction of the 501st barracks. 

General Kenobi stood in place for a moment, forehead dropping into the palm of his hand.

Skull could hardly take it, seeing the General standing alone, clearly upset. Where was Cody? He glanced across the horizon, over the whole encampment, suddenly feeling a small pit form in his stomach as he watched Skywalker and Rex convening by a fire with a few other troopers from the 501st.

Cody would have been with the General if he had returned, Skull had no doubts about that. Which meant…

Skull abandoned his stripped armor, walking the short distance toward the supply crate where Obi-Wan had taken to staring off toward the forest line, much the way Splint had just minutes earlier. 

“Uh, General, everything alright?” He asked tentatively as he approached Kenobi from behind.  

The General startled, whipping around with wide eyes, mouth ajar. 

“Oh!” He said quietly, then offered the most watery, insincere smile that Skull had ever witnessed in his life. 

And they say Kenobi is the most convincing negotiator in the GAR, Skull thought, barely able to see past the sullen eyes and grim look that pressed at his face against his best efforts to shield it. 

“I’m fine Skull; hardly even had to use my lightsaber.” Kenobi continued, almost automatic in his insistence that he was perfectly fine.

“Sir– I’m not talking about your physical state this time.” Skull placed a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, hoping some grounding touch would do something to coax a moment of honesty out of his obstinate bones. 

“I–” Obi-Wan started, then looked back toward the forest, “Cody didn’t come back.” He spat the words out so quickly, Skull could hardly follow.

Once he had a moment to process, Skull realized he was right, the Commander was missing. 

“I sense– I think he is hurt, I can’t be certain– but I can’t leave him out there.” 

“And Skywalker thinks you should?” Skull asked, almost dumbfounded that the younger Jedi even got an opinion on whether Cody was worth going back for or not. 

“Not exactly– he thinks it dangerous, it’s getting dark, and the light will be completely gone by the time we get to him. We have no idea what position the separatists hold and–” Skull couldn’t take the rambling, the attempt to justify Skywalker’s opinion.

“Banthashit.” Skull said firmly. Kenobi looked at him, blinking once, “No way the seppies are going to be combing the forest in the dark if they think anything like Skywalker– their clankers can barely shoot straight in the daylight.” 

The last comment at least got a small sniffle of acknowledgement from the General, but he still looked defeated, his worry evident. Skull pointed out toward the trees, “I’ll go with you out there all night if we need– I just need my armor and my kit.”

“Skull– please, don’t be ridiculous. We can’t go without backup. Anakin is right that this could be risky.” Obi-Wan said, voice trailing off at the end. 

Anakin took enough risks of his own, Kenobi certainly was allowed to take a calculated one to save an irreplaceable Commander. 

“Well, you’re in luck, I have a shiny who can join us.” Skull glanced back toward the medical tent. Sure, Oxy might be a little pissy to have to take on five injured troopers on his own, but the Commander’s life was just as important as any trooper’s was; he was a brother.

Obi-Wan looked him right in the eye.

“Are you sure, Skull? Cody is very capable– he could survive the night–” It was like Kenobi was trying to convince himself he should stay back. Skull wasn’t having it.

“So you’re going to act like this isn’t bothering you, Sir? I have seen– I know how you feel about him.”

Obi-Wan sighed and shook his head, “We should discuss this later.”

“Then we’re going?” Skull asked, and the General offered one affirming nod. 

“Seriously, Skull? Those idiots need to get it together.” Oxy placed a fresh bacta patch over a trooper's bloody blaster wound on his shoulder. Splint looked on, albeit nervously. Skull had informed him that he would be joining him out in the rainforest.

“Oh believe me, I agree. I’m going to have to request individual medics for each of them at this rate.” Skull shook his head and strapped his medical kit over his shoulder, securing it as tightly as he could. “If we’re not back in three hours, notify Skywalker.” 

With that, he motioned for Splint to follow, his own medkit strapped across his chest, and they headed out toward where Kenobi stood idly outside, not really looking at anything at all. He hardly looked dejected anymore, just… numb.

Skull hated it.

“You ready to go?” Skull asked tentatively, watching as Kenobi startled again. 

“Yes– I’m ready. Are you the new medic?” Kenobi held out his hand to Splint, who looked alarmed at the offer.

“Oh–yes! I’m CT-3330.” Splint said sheepishly and shook the General’s hand firmly. 

“Do you go by any other names…” Kenobi searched for something else to call him, something more than a serial number. Skull liked that about his General. 

“It’s Splint, Sir. Thank you for asking.” Kenobi offered Splint a gentle smile, but it quickly faded when Skull cleared his throat. 

“We need to head out; the faster we find him, the more likely he’s still alive.” Skull stepped forward leading the way into the quickly darkening forest. 

Kenobi didn’t know the exact coordinates of where he had last seen Cody, but he had a general idea, a feeling. It had been in a small clearing just below a steep cliff. The General was convinced it could be seen from a klick away, but they had not such luck as they stepped over creaking roots and fallen branches that had taken blaster fire earlier. 

They had all tried to com the commander, multiple times at this point, but none of them had received a response.

Kenobi was on edge; his usual poise and precise methods seemed to have all but disappeared. His moves were irrational, tugging the trio from place to place without any real logic.

Skull tried to not let his frustration show through, keeping calm as he followed closely behind the shivering General, but Splint, always tense, was becoming more vocal about needing to change their search route at the very least. 

“I think we have already searched here– should we move farther east?” Splint suggested, but Kenobi just shook his head and shivered again in the cool night air. Skull should have reminded Kenobi to put on an extra few shirts under his tunic.

“I could swear it was close to this location. If I could just…” Think. Skull mentally filled in the rest of the sentence.

He understood, panic wasn’t a helpful tool when it came to memory, and he could tell the General was just barely holding it together. Skull did not miss the way Kenobi lost focus, eyes drifting across the distant layers of trees. He ground his teeth together loud enough that Skull could hear it. 

“Sir, let’s stop for a minute. It’s late, I know this is stressful. Do you want to… meditate? Would that help?” Skull didn’t know much about Force-osik, but if it would help the General focus, he would suggest anything. 

“You’re right, Skull, I’m not thinking clearly.” Kenobi said after a long pause, he glanced around and started toward a small patch of roots that wasn’t coated in mud. He sat down, crossing his legs together and taking a deep breath. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

Skull didn’t watch, it felt private, and instead, looked through his medical supplies again, checking to see if there was an additional ration bar or some water he could offer the General before they continued the search. He didn’t find anything, and looked up to see Splint staring at the Jedi, wide eyed.

“Strange, huh?” He said as he clipped the med kit back together, acknowledging that seeing the Jedi hovering inches above the ground, deep behind a wall of meditative solitude.

“I’ve heard the Jedi are different, but this is…” Splint blinked a few times, then shook his head. 

Kenobi dropped to the ground gracefully, bloodshot eyes opening slowly as he stood. While he didn’t look any less worried, his face was clearer, and more determined. He looked up toward the tops of the trees, then in each direction, hands tracing across the bark of the passing trees as he paced. “I know the way. It’s a klick north.” 

Skull couldn’t believe it; he was starting to think Kenobi needed to meditate more often. 

“Let’s get going then, there’s barely any light left.” Skull said, motioning for Splint to follow alongside him. 

They followed their General closely, the last of the light seeping through the trees as they clamored across more tree roots and dense mud. 

“Just up ahead.” Kenobi whispered suddenly, pointing toward a towering cliff that would have been much easier to see in broad daylight. The General picked up speed and the two medics followed his lead, stomping through a few deep craters of muddy sludge until they reached a small clearing at the base of the cliff. 

There wasn’t much to look at in last of the light except for a few stacked boulders by the base of the cliff and several mangled trees clumped together. No sign of Cody in plain sight. 

That’s a good sign, Skull reminded himself. If the Commander had been killed instantly or been completely debilitated, he wouldn’t have had the chance to take cover.

Kenobi stopped, and brought his finger up to his lips, eyes looking back and forth as he listened to the sounds of the jungle waiting to hear the metallic screeches of approaching clankers. Skull couldn’t hear anything other than the endless crackling of leaves and branches in the breeze and skittering animals. “Clear?” He asked the General, voice barely a whisper. 

Kenobi nodded, and began to call out for the Commander, voice louder this time, “Cody? Commander?” 

They waited patiently, all three men listening intently now for the Commander to say something, or to drag himself out into the open, but there was nothing. 

Kenobi was back to looking distressed– no, frantic– again. 

The General called out for Cody again, then again, each time his voice more desperate, until Skull placed a knowing hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. If the Commander wanted to say something, he would have, and they were wasting time. Kenobi was surprisingly irrational, his lack of composure becoming more apparent with every second passing. 

It was alarming.

“General– let’s just take a look around.” He tried to sound encouraging, but Kenobi didn’t look satisfied with the suggestion. 

So Skull pushed past him and toward the rocks at the base of the cliff which looked like an obvious place to take cover. He knelt down near an opening that looked large enough for someone to squeeze into, and began to consider climbing inside himself when–

“Uh– Skull?” Splint called for him tentatively and Skull whipped his head around, the lights on his bucket immediately landing on what Splint and the General were looking at: blood.

It was trailed across the dirt, and wouldn’t have been visible in the fading light. It led toward a similar cavern to the one Skull had been looking at, but only thinner.

Before Skull could walk over, Kenobi was already down on his knees, attempting to shuffle into the crawl space. Skull rushed over, pulling him back, “No, let Splint do it, he’s smaller than you.” 

He hated to volunteer the shiny, but it was true, he was half a head shorter than Obi-Wan, and thinner than Skull due to his age. Thankfully, Splint didn’t hesitate, already shoving a hypo filled with painkillers into his belt.

“Obi-Wan?” Skull heard from behind the rocks. The voice was gruff, weak, and barely sounded like Cody, but it was him. Skull was almost relieved, but there was still the added factor of needing to remove him from the crawl space.

“I’m– I’m here my love.” Obi-Wan still knelt in the mud, eyes watering just around the corners. Skull tried to pretend he didn’t hear it, the admission was almost too blatant for him. Skull’s heart hurt hearing the desperation in the General’s tone. 

“Splint is coming in, Commander. Let him give you the painkillers.” Skull said, once again dropping his medical kit onto the ground and throwing it open, “What are we looking at, Splint?” He asked, watching as the shiny disappeared deeper into the cavern.

There was a whimper, one that made the General cringe, eyes still wide, then Splint spoke muffled by the stones, “Two blaster wounds– one to the hip, the other to the shoulder, both on the left side. Concussion too. But I have no idea how he got in here.” Skull was mildly relieved, he had been expecting worse judging by the blood scraped across the ground, but blaster wounds were manageable. 

“Can he stand?” Skull asked, but Splint was sure he couldn’t.

The General looked less relieved, and he spoke softly, “I can use the Force.” 

“What?” Skull asked, not understanding what exactly the Force could be used for in the present. 

Kenobi stood from his crouch and took a few steps back, adjusting his angle, “I can pull him out with the Force, hover him.” Kenobi answered, his focus regained.

Skull had seen him do it before in open air, but this was an entirely different situation, it was a tight cave, with little room for error.

“Are you sure?” Skull asked, but Kenobi shot him a look that spoke a thousand words. “Alright, Splint, get out of there.” 

Once Splint had cleared the entrance, squeezing past the thin space between the rocks, Kenobi began, arms extended out in front of him, eyes narrowed and then closed.

His arms shook, then his whole body, and Skull watched the entrance to the cavern expectantly. For a moment, nothing happened.

Then Force-osik. 

The General maneuvered Cody’s prone body through the tight opening, and though Cody let out a shattered scream with the movement, his body never scraped the sides of the stone. 

Kenobi, his whole body shaking with the effort, slowly brought Cody’s body to rest on a less muddy patch, then collapsed onto his own knees, energy clearly spent.

“Kriff. Splint– get Kenobi sitting down, and a stim.” Skull wasn’t about to request that Splint try and carry the General back while he tried to handle Cody on his own. 

Skull took to Cody’s side, eyeing the mess of dried blood across Cody’s forehead. While the blaster fire had hit his armor in multiple other places, he had been hit along his joints where the pieces of plastoid armor plating separated. 

It must have been heavy fire, Skull thought. There was no way a clanker would be smart enough to hit those areas purposefully, 

Cody’s eyes blinked open, breaths sucked in heavily as he recovered from being jostled. He looked up, blinking through the dirt in his eyelashes, and frowned. His eyes looked dull– drugged, really, Skull reminded himself. He had handed off the strongest dose of a painkiller-sedative concoction to Splint.

“Skull? Where’s–” Cody started hazily.

“Cody.” Skull’s head swiveled to find that Splint had been unsuccessful at getting the General sitting down; instead, Kenobi was staggering toward Cody, tripping into the mud, matted hair scattered over his forehead. He fell to his knees by Cody’s side, hand pressing into Cody’s instantaneously.

“Obi-Wan. You came back.” Splint looked at Skull, eyes filled with some concoction of shock and surprise. Skull supposed it was fair; generally, Sir, was a more appropriate term for a High General. Skull ignored the look, promising himself to explain later, and motioned to the still filled hypo in Splint’s grasp. The young trooper seemed to notice that he had yet to deliver the stim, and pressed the needle into Kenobi’s neck while the Jedi used a thumb on his other hand to wipe away some of the clotted blood still strewn across Cody’s forehead. 

“Alright, Sir, you need to help me get this armor off of him before we head back to basecamp. We’ll get some bacta on him for now. Splint– get me bacta patches.” 

Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, still grasping at Cody’s hand, then he spoke to Cody softly. “Don’t panic, Codes,” Oh for the love of God, the nicknames were unbearable, “We’re just going to take these off.” Kenobi tapped at the plastoid armor of Cody’s chest. 

The Commander looked at him lazily, then at Skull, worry spreading over his features suddenly. 

“Here? I-I don’t know Obi-Wan…” The General’s cheeks grew redder than Skull could have ever imagined, and he refused to look in Skull’s direction.

“No!” Kenobi said firmly, then grumbled, “Just– we need to see the wounds. You need bacta.” Still not looking in Skull’s direction, the General reached for the chest plate, unclasping it at the sides with enough ease that Skull knew he had done it many times before. 

How disgusting.

Skull started with the armor by his legs, leaving his boots on so they could try and drag him along if his pain was managed enough to walk. 

Skull stripped him up to his waist, all but his codpiece, as Obi-Wan had removed all but his vambraces where his dead comlink was still attached. Awkwardly, not wanting to have to do it himself in front of Kenobi, Skull looked at the General hoping he would offer to remove the remaining piece of armor.

“Sir, can you take that off of him? I’ll need to see his hip.” Obi-Wan blinked at him, opened his mouth to say something, then abruptly shut his mouth and nodded. Skull could see his defined blush as he gently pulled the codpiece away and shimmied the pants of his blacks down past his hip bone.

Cody would never kriffing live this down once he found out when he was more lucid. Skull liked the idea of that just a little.

The blaster wound was bloody, skin torn and angry looking, but Skull couldn’t worry too much about it before he had access to better supplies; bacta patches were going to have to do. 

“Splint did–” 

“Right here, Skull.” Splint came into view, bacta patch already free of its packaging. 

“Thank you.” He said, and positioned the patch over the wound. He had to press down to secure it and to get the bacta to react with the charred skin.

Cody clenched his teeth again, but a muffled whimper still made it through. The General winced, hand still holding back the waistband of Cody’s pants until Skull had covered the wound completely. Gently, Obi-Wan pulled the top of the pants back up, careful to avoid the wound. 

“Kriffing hells.” Cody swore, voice slurring slightly as he flinched away from Skull’s touch as the medic moved to his shoulder, gently prodding at the edges of the inflamed blaster wound there.

“It’s okay, Codes.” Skull heard Obi-Wan whisper, his hand already entangled with Cody’s again. 

Skull followed the same process, quickly taking the bacta patch from Splint and applying it with pressure. The Commander held in a groan, but physically recoiled away from Skull once the medic pulled away. 

Skull moved backward, motioning for Splint to do the same, and let Cody ride out the last waves of pain. With his uninjured arm, he pressed a hand across his face and rubbed over his eyes. The General sat next to him, still looking exhausted and shaky from using the Force, but at the very least, the worry had drained from his eyes and turned into something more reverent as he let his fingers trail over Cody’s jawline for just a split second. 

“They’re just like that, Splint– I’ll explain later.” He stood next to the shiny, who looked on with a mixture of disgust and fondness written across his features. 

Skull concurred with that feeling. 

“It’s… do they realize we’re here?” Splint asked, looking away. 

“The vote is still out on that one– Cody still likes to pretend I don’t know they’re… a thing.” Skull let out a snort, smiling at Splint, then sighing when he realized they were still two klicks out from basecamp, were dealing with one half Force-exhausted Jedi, and a very loopy Commander. 

Fucking kark it, it was going to be a long trip back.

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ! THE ROBOTS ARE ALL IN LOVE WITH EACHOTHER !

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i'm surprised i still haven't listened to big shot more than either of these-

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hi! i LOVE you goap x reader fic. seriously, ITS SO GOOD OMG. i love the characterisation and how you write the dark content stuff. anyways, before i run up the word count i wanted to ask- do you have a update schedule for the fic? i seriously devoured the new chapter is not even funny 😭😭😭

IM CRYIN AND DIPPING YOU TENDERLY IN THE MOONLIGHT FRFR.

the fucking outpour of support and love has been insane on this fic like im not even kidding when i say i expected like maybe ten kudos max until i got further into the fic/itd been up awhile. it feels like being scruffed like a cat and held up high in the fandom. fucking insane.

anyway to actually answer your question before I go back to bed for a couple hours I do not have a schedule! I'll elaborate more and put a tldr lol. But I've found personally trying to keep a deadline has a negative effect on my writing, so what I've instead been doing is making myself write two chapters worth before i post one, or I at least have to have most of the second chapter outlined. So chapter 3 was posted after I figured out exactly how I want chapter 4 to go and got like. 1k into it. so chapter 4 will be posted when I get either all of 5 written or most of it outlined! Depends on the content of the chapter ngl

Since chapter 4 is gonna be like. all fucking porn I know theres nothjng I'll have to retcon/rearrange in 3 lmao

tldr- no i dont have a schedule, but i do make up for it with my insane ramblings on here and also in the fic itself teehee 💖