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catboydogma · 11 months

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thank u for the tags @calamity-aims !

How many works do you have on AO3?

106!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

341,422. probably because i favor longer fics over shorter ones lol

What fandoms do you write for?

mainly star wars right now, but i started out in dc, vertigo, and marvel. still thinking about making a foray back into wildstorm (dc runs of the authority do not exist to me) but i'm on a bit of an (unintentional) hiatus right now (as evidenced by the complete lack of writing and publishing fic for the last like ... year. yikes). i also have (baby's first) overwatch fic in the works tho and that's actually the fandom that got me into ao3 (LOL)

What are your top five fics by kudos?

bleed-through

Looking back, Obi-Wan supposed one could say that the galaxy had been saved by Obi-Wan’s decision to start sleeping with his Commander. OR: Obi-Wan decides to have a little gay, as a treat, saves the galaxy.

CHTHONIC (no surprise there)

Not even two days later, Fox revised his opinion. This wasn’t a disaster. This was a Grade-A, first order, fresh off the hot plate fuckfest. Fox’s day had gone something like this: lay in bed. Get up. Knock back some of the sludge in the mess masquerading as caf. Go through forms. Fill out forms. Bust open a closet in which the Senators for Uyter and Kinyen had both managed to get “stuck” in. Go through more forms. Fill out more forms. Get called up to the Senate dome to tell a Senator that no, the Guard did not address noise complaints. Find that the stack of datapads on his desk had somehow tripled over the last two hours. Despair at the state of his inbox. Etcetera, etcetera.

let the lights bleed (really???) (this one did surprise me lol)

“What business does a Jedi have at a charity gala thrown by the Count of Serenno?” “I was entreated by the good Count to fend off his many suitors,” Obi-Wan said, sipping from a glass of something shimmery and bubbling as he watched Yan cast increasingly frustrated glances over the heads of the crowd. The matrons of Serenno with marriageable children were like piranhas. Exceedingly social, flighty, determined piranhas. “I have been informed by several sources that my Grandmaster is quite the catch.” Obi-Wan cast an eye of suspicion at Fett’s expressionless helmet. “You aren’t here to…?” “Manda, no,” Fett said fervently.

love like a roar (really???)

“I don’t—I, uh. I don’t know what a varactyl is, Master,” Obi-Wan said, cradling the egg gingerly. “Find out soon, you will!” Yoda cackled, rapping the end of his gimer stick against Qui-Gon’s kitchen tile. If it were any other master, Qui-Gon might have protested giving the egg of a live creature to his very young, very tired padawan. But it was Yoda, and Yoda did what he liked. Qui-Gon supposed there had to be some advantages to being shin-high and over 500 years.

dancer in the dark

“Fuck,” Obi-Wan said. “Anakin, what’s Bly’s last name?” Anakin blue-screened for a moment. “Uh…” “Fuck,” Obi-Wan said again, sliding ungracefully off the boards with a thump and putting his back to the door. “Is that—tell me that’s not Bly’s father, Anakin.” Good God, he’d never live this down. “No,” Anakin said after a moment squinting first at the door, then Obi-Wan. A tangled mess of sound was echoing through the room as the newcomers greeted Bly and vice versa, all deep voices with light accenting—Māori, Obi-Wan remembered, slightly giddy. It was a Māori accent, because—“That’s his brother,” Anakin gold Obi-Wan. “Cody—” “Cody Fett,” Obi-Wan said, clutching his cup a little tighter and steadfastly refusing to look over his shoulder. “He’s brothers with Cody Fett, former Olympic gold medalist and—oh, God.“

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! due to the aforementioned hiatus, i've fallen off a bit, but it always makes my day to see them in my inbox and i do read all of them :) this might even get me to go through some of the backlog haha. if you have a long comment it's even more likely i'll leave it for a while--i like letting them sit there so i can go back and look at them

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ohhh great question. i don't usually do unhappy endings but probably the road south and moon barks at dog

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

the vast majority of them do have happy endings butttt i like to think that's horizontal transfer (dogma and the 501st after the war) or CHTHONIC (because i'm really quite pleased with how it turned out)

Do you get hate on fics?

not generally! i think the worst offender was someone asking me if obi-wan REALLY had to be part korean (which was honestly just really heavily implied more than anything lol) in dancer in the dark ... probably a few others but i dont pay any attention to them. i have better things to be doing with my time, like petting my cat and staring at drying paint

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

do i ever! iirc mostly codywan, quinfox, i did a codywan kink week event once (twice?) (???) (once i think) and i'm a huge fan

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

nnnnnn nooooo crossovers... i did a pacific rim fusion au (star wars cast and dynamics in pacific rim setting) for dark day/brighter night though, and that was a shit ton of fun + the cyberpunk fusion au (technically inspired by someone who was inspired by DBH but i know nothing about DBH so...) for empire + the sun

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

not to my knowledge! got quite a few podfics tho!

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

iirc not fully? i've had beta readers and artists (mostly for event fics) that i occasionally bounced ideas off, and that is that + this is this was REALLY inspired by some wonderful conversations and writing from @petrichordiam about codywan on tatooine , but i've never done a collab work (definitely open to it tho ... if anyone ... is wondering .......)

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

god. the metrics would say codywan which i can't fully refute. quinlan/fox is up there as well, but im also a huge (specifically transfem bly) blyla fan, which i also came by via myth. zenyatta/ramattra and hanzo/cole make me see shrimp colors tho. camilla hect/pyrrha dve + harrow/gideon from the locked tomb as well...

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

oh yeah that would be straight to the heart. the first and only fic i've ever posted and left unfinished. it's got a playlist and semi-finished outline and everything. you know, coffee shop + tattoo shop au dinboba with a side of street racing. yeah, i'm probably never going to write for it again lol

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue ... i love dialogue. i love dialogue so much. i like to think actions scenes and imagery as well

What are your writing weaknesses?

pacing my worst enemy

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

uhhh for me personally? i try not to unless i'm passable in it myself (korean) (i've literally never had an occasion to use it tho) but i try to make sure that i just do an italicized translation or translate contextually if i must. it bogs down the writing process on my end to have to figure out what i want to say, how i want to say it, google translate it, etc etc, and it bogs down the reader on the other end with googling it lol. plus as someone w a language that does often get butchered in fic for less than stellar purposes (helloooooo koreaboos) i try to be considerate and sensitive about that kind of thing

First fandom you wrote for?

vertigo or marvel! it was either constantine or daredevil with a VERY SLIM chance of it being king chimera

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

i am morally and legally obligated to say CHTHONIC but my current top three after that:

that is that + this is this

“Here. Drink, Cody. Come on. Don’t die on me now, not when you went to all the trouble to get out here.” “Didn’t know,” Cody rasped. “So I shouldn’t be expecting a cavalcade of Imperial stormtroopers to show up here, then?” The man asked, bland as anything. The Commander gave this the consideration it was due. “No.” “Forgive me if I don’t immediately believe you.” The man’s voice sharpened, but his grip on the Commander stayed gentle, supporting his head even when it lolled back against his will. “When have I ever let you down?” Cody asked. The man’s breathing hitched. He set Cody back down against the blankets and retreated to his spot several feet away, blaster and charge pack between the two of them like some strange barrier. “When you killed me,” the man said.

quotations + fluff

Looking back on this incident, Cody often wished that he had crushed it then and there. All he had said was a simple, “Keep it off-duty. Don’t let the General see it.”

in motion again

Blymbo: [has sent a video] Blymbo: again,,, hhhiiiggh geeeenerak ke,obi ,,,,,,,, said that Fob: what am i looking at Fob: ??? Fob: does this man know he is on galactic television??? Fob: cody�� Coat: I don’t want to talk about it. Blymbo: libe … television,, Coat: What Gen. Kenobi does when off duty is none of my business and I am going to keep it that way. I am not watching that video. Put it away Bly. Blymbo: not even a peek …

thanks again for the tag! in return, no pressure tags for @sucrosesorcery , @calboniferous , @petrichordiam , @deniigi , and anyone else who wants to!

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limoteethw · 1 year

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pcrushinnerd · 4 years

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What Did You Just Say?

Warnings: Unapologetic use of the word FUCK. Sorry but in this house our SW characters use real curse words.

A/N: Somewhere around here I saw a prompt re: teaching the baby/hero’s child to curse, much to their chagrin—my apologies I can’t recall who came up with it. 😆 Totally hit up my dms if it was you if you want to be credited.

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Din’s head snapped around so fast he was surprised the weight of the beskar on his head and shoulders didn’t cause him whiplash.

“What did you just say?”

The only response he was met with was the gentle fall of wide, pointed ears and a slight tilt of his son’s tiny head. Grogu was silent, as he stood near the fresher where he had been playing with a set of wooden blocks and balls the two of you had purchased for his first Life Day present.

“I could have sworn....” Din looked between his rifle he had been cleaning and his son, before shaking his head. His helmet’s tech must have been glitching a bit today. There was simply no way he had heard his son say—

“Fuck!”

The bottle of oil he had been working with was allowed to fall to the floor, before Din swiftly set aside his firearm and rushed to his tiny green boy, who was looking up at him with wide eyes as he picked him up. “I know that wasn’t just in my head....”

Just then you came up the ramp of the Razor Crest. Since you had taken a detour to this remote, peaceful planet in the Outer Rim Territories for a small break in between bounties, the two of you took an opportunity to build a campfire and gather up the provisions to make a homemade stew and bread and really enjoy a true break. To stretch your legs and really relax.

You had headed inside the ship to retrieve some spices you had initially forget to bring out with the rest of your ingredients, but a Mandalorian stepped into your path.

“What did you do to our son?”

“What??” You were genuinely confused.

The helmet moved down to the child, who Din bounced in his arms a bit. “C’mon ad’ika, do it again. Say it again.”

You gave your spouse a questioning look. “What the fuck—”

“Fuck!” Grogu chirped out cutely.

The helmet snapped back up to you, and you suddenly understood. “Oh....”

Din didn’t say anything, but you heard the sigh of disappointment through his modulator, as he stared down at your child for some moments. The baby had actually learned some Mando’a from his father already. He knew buir—although he would call Din “boo-bah” and you “boo-ma”—as well as me’sen (starship) and skraan (food or meal). But Din did not seem happy that his first real Galactic Basic word was....

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The baby giggled as you sheepishly tickled his tummy.

“I mean,” you shrugged, “how do we know he learned it from me? Cara was just babysitting him a month back.”

You faced the dark visor, and even though you couldn’t see his eyes or any sign of his expression through it, you were sure you were getting a look of “you gotta be kidding me” behind it. He had once called it your favorite expression, especially when the two of you were in the heat of battle, fighting off Imps or chasing down a quarry.

You gently took your son from your husband’s arms. “Now, now, Grogu”—which got his full attention—“you can’t use that word. Not, um, for a long while, anyway. Or at least, you can’t just say it all the time, little whomp rat. It means something serious....something that um...makes babies—how you got here! Or...I guess we don’t really know that for sure....” That earned the smallest chuckle from your beskar-wearing mate that you weren’t even entirely sure you heard. “But because of that, you can only use it at the most serious times—and, only when you’re older, like a hundred maybe?” You glanced up at Din briefly and shrugged, before looking back down at your son.

Grogu looked up wide-eyed at you, but his little mouth stayed shut. Somehow, you felt like he understood what you were saying. His little claw-like hand reached up and tugged on a loose lock of your hair. “Boo-mahhh.” You smiled down at him.

Another sigh came from your Mandalorian, this one more of relief. “Hopefully he won’t say it too much more.”

And Grogu didn’t for the rest of the night. At least, until you were laying with him in the Crest’s sleeping compartment, trying to lull him to sleep while his father was up above in the ship’s cockpit, piloting all of you toward the next bounty. You hadn’t jumped into hyperspace yet—and it seemed as if you must have run into an asteroid field or something similar, because suddenly the ship was lurching back and forth, to and fro.

You were quick to reach out and wrap your arms protectively around your little green boy, who started to coo and squeal a bit in distress.

When the ship had evened out a bit and it stayed that way for a few seconds, you pulled Grogu back. “You okay?”

“Fuck!”

A smile grew on your face, and you started to laugh. You held up a hand, palm-open to him. “Atta boy,” you whispered proudly.

Little Grogu mirrored your smile as he reached forward and touched one of his little hands to yours.

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willowcrowned · 3 years

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Mini Star Wars AU Ideas

Listed in chronological order (from the author's point of view, not the characters').

Anakin Doesn’t Murder Children - a list of possibilities for an AU where Anakin doesn’t— you guessed it— murder children

Luke and Leia Go Back in Time and Bully Qui-Gon

Obianidala in the Princess Bride

Time Travel AU Chaos; an Idea Compilation

Ahsoka and Qui-Gon— Not Actually the Force Avatar the Other Thinks They Are

Goose Anakin. No Explanation Given.

Han Solo Goes Back in Time and... Meets Anakin and Padmé

Obi-Wan gets so tired of Tatooine he shows up on Vader’s doorstep with baby Luke

Obi-Wan goes back in time and bitches about Tatooine with Anakin

Padmé/Han/Obi-Wan — the AU

Time Traveling Babysitter Han AU

Yoda Gundams the Zillo Beast and Names It Gorf

Cell Block Tango AU (originally @dykerory ‘s idea)

Han Solo, the Rebellion’s Resident Honeypot

Riza Hawkeye— The GFFA’s Newest Resident

Anakin gets a Tattoo

The Disaster Lineage Gets Stoned

The Problem with Jizz— A Meditation on Obi-Wan and Differences in Linguistic Context

Hobi-Wan— A Han/Obi-Wan Rumination

The Multitudes of Qui-Gon Jinn, or my Favorite Five Characterizations of the Twenty Seven that Live in My Head

HanLeiaObi (VERY SPICY)

Anakin Skymulaney

Obi-Wan’s Breakdowns– a non-exhaustive list

Sith Qui-Gon AU

Sith Qui-Gon AU, but different and also horny

The Mysterious Case of the Disapearing Temple Frogs

Anakin, the girl who gets married right after high school

The Dark Side: MLM (the pyramid version, we already know they’re all gay)

Obi-Wan: Just a Gay College Student

Howl’s Moving Castle AU

Pride and Prejudice AU

Old Ben— Classic Time Traveler, Classic Take

Time Traveler Hondo

Padmé, and why maybe it was a good thing the Clone Wars ended when they did

BobaHan Vegas Wedding AU, because why not

Rael, the Family Flirt

Maul—Obi-Wan’s number one... fan?

Sidious’ Biggest Problem Yet—the Film Industry

Qui-Gon, Ex-Jedi, Problem, and Doting Weird Uncle Extraordinaire

Vader Loses His Memory

Anakin the (Dubious) Poet

Anakin Skywalker, Resident Irritating Tiny Voice

Ahsoka and Maul ...and Anakin

Vader, Deadbeat Dad Extraordinaire

Qui-Gon + Ahsoka, After the Fall

Padmé/Anakin Roleswap

Sequel Trilogy... but not really

Qui-Gon comes back, Obi-Wan goes spacation (space vacation)

Time To Go (Now)

Well That's Weird

Ghost Padmé

This Is The Line

Maul, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan (and Rex)

Cool Ranch Vader

Rael Averross: Vampire Hunter

Sane Maul

Qui-Gon's Jury Duty

Boba's Ex-Boss's Son

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phykios · 3 years

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this one is dedicated to mi amor mari @perseannabeth, who is a beautiful bird and a wonderful friend and i am v v vvvvv grateful to have crossed the airwaves with her :”)

Today Was A Fairytale [read on ao3] T, modern royalty, fun at disneyland!

She stares at him.

He stares back. “What?”

“Really?”

“What?”

“You really think this is going to be enough?” Annabeth points at her head, the blue Yankees cap squishing her curls.

“Of course! It’s the Clark Kent effect.” As if to underline his point, Percy slips on his fake hipster glasses, except that stupid grin of his is too bright not to draw attention.

“That’s not a real thing.”

“Sure it is. Studies show that glasses are actually good enough to alter your appearance if someone doesn’t know you well.”

“Then why didn’t you bring a pair of glasses for me?”

“Because your hair is definitely the prettiest thing about you,” he says, automatically tugging an unruly curl which peeks out from under the brim, a gesture so practiced she almost doesn’t register it--until he blinks, dropping his hand, blushing lightly. “I mean--the most noticeable thing. You know. A hat should be fine.”

He looks away. Heat rises to her face, too. Because it’s so hot out, obviously.

“Anyway,” he mumbles, “um. No--no one’s going to give you a second look if your hair is hidden.”

Chewing her lip, Annabeth can’t help but worry. Percy’s face is extremely well-known, possibly more than hers, and they’ve both spent the better part of three weeks with their faces plastered all over the media on their diplomatic trip. This is probably a really, really bad idea. Then, a thought occurs to her. “How about,” she says, perking up, “you give me your glasses, and I’ll give you mine.” From her backpack, she fishes out a pair of sunglasses, big and nondescript. He’ll practically be wearing a superhero mask with these.

Percy smiles again, and Annabeth thinks she might fly. “Perfect.”

Which is how Her Royal Highness Anna Elisabeth Ingrid Irene of Sweden and His Serene Highness Perseus Alexandros Ioannis of Thera play hooky from their day of boring meetings, insufferable dignitaries, and stuffy security guards, to go see the eighth wonder of the world: Disneyland Resort in California.

And how Annabeth eats her words as they make it past the security gate unchecked. “Eh?” He beams, nudging her with his elbow. “Eh?”

Rolling her eyes, she shoves him back. “Shut up.”

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[description: a tiktok video which depicts a line at Disneyland. the op, a black girl with braids, covers her mouth and looking into the camera, turning the camera to focus on the two people behind her. one is a tall boy with black hair and sunglasses, and the other is a blonde girl with a yankees hat and glasses. both are white. video text reads: “p sure the people behind me are prince percy and princess annabeth??? um?????”. background audio is a dubstep remix of the fight theme from undertale. end ID]

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Maybe it’s a little weird, on account of her being actual royalty and all, but Annabeth has always been interested in princesses, both as a matter of historical record (history is awesome) and in the general sense. Like millions of other people, she, too, was raised on Disney movies and tales of princesses and true love, and she was just as captivated as the rest of them. She and Percy used to watch the Disney catalogue whenever their families held state visits for each other, staying up into the small hours of the morning, sharing some popcorn and singing along.

Luckily for Annabeth, her favorite princess is holding a meet and greet at the Royal Hall.

“Excuse me,” Percy says, approaching Princess Ariel. Well, her cast member, anyway. “Could I get a photo for my friend?”

“Of course!” she trills, her blue eyes sparkling. “It would be my pleasure.” Holding her hand out, perfectly poised and graceful in a way that would impress even Annabeth’s stodgy etiquette instructor, she smiles, warm and welcoming, pivoting to bring Annabeth in for one of those weird, semi-awkward half-hugs. “What’s your name?”

“Anna,” says Annabeth. Hey, it’s not untrue. She’s a little leery of using any of her names, but Anna is common enough. Annabeth? Not so much. Even with her glasses and hat disguise, a little paranoia is justified, she thinks.

“It’s so wonderful to meet you, Anna,” she says, cheerful, with all the grace and charm of someone who doesn’t spend hours saying the same thing over and over again to excitable, temperamental children. What a trooper, she thinks.

“Don’t you recognize a fellow princess when you see one, your highness?” Percy says, grinning that stupid, smarmy grin of his.

Annabeth glares. Oh, he thinks he’s so damn clever.

“Oh, of course,” says Ariel, smoothly. “How could I have thought otherwise? Your highness.” And she curtsies to Annabeth, a short dip, her hand placed delicately against her chest. “Perhaps I can introduce you to my friend Anna, princess of Arendelle?”

Still smirking, Percy takes some more pictures, trapping Annabeth into smiling for the camera. She can’t be glaring daggers in her pictures, nor can there be video evidence of her kicking him--no matter how much she wants to.

And she definitely doesn’t miss the way Ariel not-so-subtly checks Percy out, eyeing him up and down.

“You fucking asshole,” she hisses as they leave the photo area, swatting him lightly, and he giggles.

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“Ugh, I hate you so much.”

It’s hard to stay mad at him, though she definitely tries as they enter back out into the park proper, giving him just the barest hint of a cold shoulder.

“Aw, come on,” Percy says. “I was just teasing.”

“You shouldn’t go around tempting fate like that,” Annabeth says. “Do you want to cause another international incident?”

Percy winces, no doubt remembering the Gateway Arch incident of 2008.

“If someone recognizes us, we don’t have Zoe or any of her team to protect us,” Annabeth goes on. “Not that I think anyone here would try to hurt us, but…” But it’s a little nerve-wracking, being on her own like this. She hasn’t been alone like this for a really long time.

Wincing, Percy rubs the back of his head. “I guess I forgot you’re a little higher profile than me. Sorry.”

She doesn’t like to think about it, but it’s true. Percy, by his nature as the younger son of a largely defunct royal house, doesn’t have quite the same number of… issues… that someone like Annabeth might have.

Deflating, she uncrosses her arms. “It’s okay.”

“I should have asked you first.”

“It’s really okay,” she says. “No harm no foul.”

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asks, entirely serious. “I can call someone up.”

She knows just how long they’ve planned this, how many favors he’s called in and policies he’s sidestepped. Backing out now would just be a waste of a day. She shakes her head. “It’s fine,” she says. “I’m just… feeling a little exposed, I guess. But, I don’t want to ruin all our plans. Let’s keep going.” She grabs his hand, squeezing a little.

“...Okay,” Percy says. “But say the word, and we’ll call it a day. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.” Like he doesn’t have any other expression today, he smiles at her again.

It hits her, suddenly. He’s so much taller than she remembers. Once upon a time she used to be taller than him; now, he’s basically a whole head above her.

It’s annoying. But also… not.

Spying something over her shoulder, his eyes light up, and he practically gasps. “Cinderella!” he points with his free hand, like a five-year old. “Come on!” And he takes off to one of the park corners, dragging Annabeth along with him.

He has to wait in line behind a pair of twin girls, six or seven years old by the looks of it, in identical Cinderella dresses for a photo, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet, and when it’s finally his turn, he nearly trips over himself to go up and ask for a photo.

Cinderella agrees, and now Annabeth is relegated to the job of cameraperson. Percy slides in next to the princess, his hand on her waist, but, ever the respectful gentleman, loosely held, so the cast member can slide out of his grasp without any difficulty at all.

Taking a few shots, it does look kind of strange to have Cinderella’s beautiful, shining face, and Percy’s enormous sunglasses blocking his. “Take off your glasses?” she says, lowering her phone for a second.

Dutifully, Percy slips them off, smiling again for the camera.

Cinderella’s smile doesn’t falter, a credit to her professionalism, but Annabeth can see her eyes widen, just a touch.

Annabeth snaps off a few more photos, “Got ‘em!” and Percy once again gushes over the princess, thanking her for her time. Grabbing Annabeth’s hand again, he practically skips off, leading them in the direction of a nearby candy shop.

***

me: IM SHAKING GUESS WHO I JUST TOOK A PICTURE WITH????

sis: prince percy?

me: HOW TF DID YOU KNOW

sis: its on twitter already

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They’re walking along, Annabeth slurping up a Dole whip, when she suddenly stops in her tracks, outside of one of the many, many gift shops. “Wait up a second.”

“Hm?” Percy says, around the giant lollipop in his mouth.

“I want to get some Mickey ears.”

Very quickly they get lost in the sea of Disney merchandise, walking the labyrinth of Star Wars and Marvel and Pixar goods. There’s a surprising amount of black for the so-called happiest place on Earth, but things do brighten up when Annabeth finally turns a corner and finds the enormous selection of Mickey ears. It’s a wash of sparkles, flowers, bows, and occasionally characters, for children and adults alike. Annabeth eyes a pair designed like Baby Yoda, eyes wide and ears adorably huge, before she fingers a pair of white Mickey ears that have a bridal veil attached to them, contemplating its counterpart, the black ears for the groom, each ear emblazoned with a sparkling silver “Happily Ever After.”

She looks around. Where did Percy wander off to, anyway?

Well, wherever he is, hopefully he hasn’t gotten mobbed by a horde of excitable fangirls. Given that she can’t hear any screaming--well, any unusual, non-Disneyland-relevant screaming--that’s probably a good sign.

Running her fingers over the ear selections, she finally picks out a pair of silver sequined earrings with a shiny gold bow, a tiny, rhinestone Cinderella’s castle placed delicately in the middle.

Yeah. This one.

Percy finds her as she is paying for her ears, a pair of his own already on his head, red balloons inside of plastic circles. The sunglasses, she notes with a tinge of nervousness, are tucked in his shirt, and not on his face, protecting his identity. “Oh, check mine out--they light up!” he says, giddy, pressing the button on the side, not that she can tell in the brightly lit shop.

“That’s not why I was looking.”

Walking out of the store, ears firmly in her possession, she looks around again. Percy’s face is out there for the world to see, and no one is giving them a hard time.

And her hat is really sweaty.

Ah, fuck it.

She removes the Yankees cap, shaking out her sweaty curls, sliding the ears on in its place.

And the glasses, for good measure.

“Cinderella?” Percy asks.

“I thought you’d approve.”

Outside the shop, next to a corn dog cart, Percy pulls her aside, out of the way of a whole classroom’s worth of children, holding up a plastic plag. “So, confession.”

“Percy…” He didn’t. “We said no gifts!” They had agreed to it that morning!

“Well, see,” he says, fumbling around in the bag, pulling out a black t-shirt. “I saw this, and I thought--I thought you might like it.”

He unfolds it, and Annabeth frowns at the shirt design.

It’s… a drawing of a man in a purple mask against a solid black background, glaring at the viewer. Circling him, in distressed, white-grey military font, are the words “BARON ZEMO,” and the logo for the show he must star in, Marvel’s The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. She doesn’t really watch superhero shows, though, and she’s pretty sure Percy doesn’t, either. Maybe he’s started this one and he really likes it? “Thanks,” she says, confusion coloring her voice despite her best efforts.

But he doesn’t look too disappointed. “I was looking through their pride merch, and they didn’t have any stuff with the ace flag, which totally sucks, but then I thought that maybe you might like something a little more subtle? So, yeah.” He shakes it. “Ace pride!”

Oh. Oh, this boy.

She remembers, so vividly, visiting his father’s summer home on Kalymnos, a few years ago, the summer she turned nineteen, waking up to a banging in the kitchen, noisy pots and pans making a real racket. Granted, it had been one in the afternoon, and Annabeth probably should have been awake sooner, but she had stumbled out of the guest room into the kitchen, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, to the sight of Percy wrestling with the standmixer, making bright, neon purple frosting. The night before, sometime around three or four AM, that weird, liminal hour where the shadow of night just starts to recede, the sky a sweet, soft, dusky blue, she had come out as demisexual to her best friend, saying the words aloud for the first time ever. Loopy from lack of sleep, the moment had passed without much fanfare.

But Percy, dark-circled and still yawning, had woken up early to make her a chocolate cake. By the time she had woken up, he had baked the cake, chilled it, and made two out of the three frosting colors, a beautiful, moist, dark chocolate cake which ended up being frosted with a marbled mix of purple, black, and white, all folding into each other into a kind of colorless, grey sugar.

Here, now, in Disneyland, she throws herself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck. His arms automatically come up to circle her, hugging her tight.

She had been worried it had been some kind of defense mechanism. A young girl with an alarmingly high profile, Annabeth had been the subject of intense scrutiny with regards to any romantic entanglements, with critics, tabloid reporters, and fans alike attempting to invent gossip-worthy relationships with every boy she ever talked to--most usually Percy. They did grow up in the public eye together, attending all kinds of events and functions together over the last fifteen or so years. And they did tweet at each other. Like, a lot. They even had their own portmanteau hashtag. But no relationship ever materialized.

She thought maybe she was just being stubborn, unwilling to play the media game. But it hadn’t been stubbornness. It wasn’t about shyness or inexperience. It was real, and it was her.

And Percy hadn’t even blinked.

“I love it,” she murmurs. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he says, swaying her from side to side, just a little. “It was my pleasure.”

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What’s happening: #percabeth (Entertainment • trending)

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@ChampionSno brando he/him: LMAOOO NOT #PERCABETH PLAYING HOOKY LIKE IT’S ROMAN HOLIDAY

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“Holy shit,” Percy moans, his mouth full of food. “Oh my God. Dear God in Heaven.”

Annabeth kicks his ankle under the table. “Don’t be rude.”

He swallows, eyes fluttering. “Oh my God, Annabeth. Holy shit. This is the best damn sandwich I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“A monte cristo?”

“A deep-fried monte cristo! In sweet batter!” Taking another bite, he moans again, just this side of indecent. “Oh my God I love Americans. They are absolute culinary geniuses.”

“Better than Bistrot Chez Rémy?” They had both been to Disneyland Paris, separately, sadly, and Percy had recommended the restaurant to her with great enthusiasm for her upcoming trip. As usual, he was spot on with his food recs.

He nods, eyes closed in rapture. “By a mile.”

“You’ll have to learn to make your own when we get back home, then.”

He jolts, straightening up, cheeks full of food. Roughly, he swallows. “You’re right! I need to take notes.” And he takes out his phone, hurriedly typing down whatever scent and flavor notes he must be able to discern. “This is definitely challah…”

Plucking another piece of chicken with her fork out of her jambalaya, Annabeth lets her attention wander a little, content to watch the passengers on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride as they float on beside them, down in the artificially constructed bayou river.

Truth be told, she’s kind of tired. They’ve been walking around all day, and even with the brief reprieve of rides, her shoes really aren’t the kind that deal well with huge amounts of walking. She can already tell that she’s going to crash, and crash hard, whenever they get back to their hotel. You know, if their security detail doesn’t eviscerate them first.

When Percy had first presented his idea to her, she had agreed without hesitation. They had had a long, dense schedule of public appearances planned for their excursions to the states, and the days had begun to seriously wear them out. Together, they had worked out the kinks, coming up with contingencies, negotiating things to do, all over Discord so no one else would get wind of what they were doing. Prior to this trip, she hadn’t seen him in… probably almost a year. She knows his father had been keeping him close to home for whatever reason, and Annabeth had had a handful of official functions to deal with. Their paths just never managed to cross, up until now.

She hadn’t realized how much she had missed him.

It’s lonely, growing up in the public eye. It’s cliche, but it’s true. And while Annabeth is afforded a metric ton of various intersecting privileges, she thinks she’d probably give it up in a heartbeat. It kind of sucks being a living, breathing tourist attraction.

Growing up, she had her cousin Magnus, and a handful of other assorted children to play with, but she would never say that she had a best friend, or even a good friend, until she’d met Percy. Her mother and his father, famous for their mutual dislike, had put aside their differences to host some kind of charitable dinner for the disgustingly wealthy, and had trotted out their respective children in all their finery. Annabeth, being all of twelve years old, hadn’t really grasped the gravity of the event, and had gotten into an itty bitty little food fight with the then-unknown Prince Perseus, the result of an extramarital affair whom his father had so graciously decided to acknowledge and adopt.

After that night, they became fast friends, and she decided that, if she ever left the royal life, she’d make sure to take Percy with her. He’s one of the few things that makes her life bearable.

She thinks about it, sometimes. Renouncing her title. It wouldn’t exactly be hard. There was Magnus, just in line behind her. And it’s not like her family held any executive power anyway. They’re just fancy, historically interesting celebrities.

Would Percy give up his, she wonders?

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

He looks at her oddly over their dessert, two vanilla-bourbon creme brulees. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she says. “Just tired. Long day.”

“You want to call it a night?”

She frowns. “What’s left?”

“Well, we did Space Mountain, Rise of the Resistance, Haunted Mansion, Pirates of the Caribbean, a few others,” he counts off his fingers, “saw the princesses, got Mickey ears, ate at Blue Bayou… I guess all that’s left is walking around the pier, if you want.”

“Sounds like you two had a full day.”

As one, they almost leap out of their seats, Annabeth choking on her spit. “Jesus, Zoe,” Percy pants, his hand over his chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Oh?” says Zoe Nightshade, the head of their security detail, who had just apparently materialized out of thin air. “Funny. I could say the same about you, sir.”

Coughing, Annabeth eventually manages to get her air back. “Hey, Zoe,” she wheezes. “How was your day?”

“Eventful. Let me tell you about it in the car.”

Annabeth glances at Percy, who’s looking a little bit like a deer in headlights. Honestly, she’s surprised they even made it this far without one of their own tracking them down. Still, it looks like their game is up.

...Or is it?

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a large tour group, approaching on the horizon.

“Sure,” Annabeth says, getting up. Luckily, they’ve already paid, so they can just head out; they don’t need to wait for another big group of people to cross their paths. “Will you let us go to the bathroom, first?”

Zoe squints. She’s always been able to see through Annabeth’s bullshit. But Annabeth has her best, Percy-patented baby seal eyes on, perfectly innocent. Surely, Zoe wouldn’t deny them a physical need such as relieving themselves?

After a moment, she nods. “Make it quick, if you please.”

“Of course,” Annabeth says, looking over at Percy, hoping he gets the message. He stands up, slow and stiff, eyes darting between the two of them. “We’ll be right back.”

They wander through tables and chairs towards the bathroom, her eyes always on the tour group as it just starts to pass by. Reaching out, Annabeth grabs Percy’s hand, and with a turn that would make her track coach proud, sprints out of the restaurant, using the throng of people as cover.

She thinks she hears Zoe yelling behind them, but maybe it’s just her own laughter. “Come on!” she shrieks, breathless, as Percy’s long legs keep pace with her. “To California Adventure!”

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darthbingus said: the monarchy are fucking parasites but percabeth is pretty cute i guess :/

ladyofsandwiches reblogged and said: it’s obviously a publicity thing lmao, also prince Percy is gay???

eowynning reblogged and said: he’s dating rachel dare, right? he can’t be gay

ladyofsandwiches reblogged and said: That was a publicity thing too obvs, and Annabeth hasn’t ever been linked to a guy. The king of thera is hardline greek orthodox, there’s no way he’d let his son come out publicly. They’re both gay and pretending to date because homophobia

lardoftheprks reblogged and said: people can be bi and ace and pan and all sorts of things you know

batgirlcock reblogged and said: can you animals leave them alone fr

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Zoe only spots them after the ferris wheel starts moving. Sprinting over to them, they’re still a full forty feet off the ground by the time she reaches the operator. “Sorry!” she yells down to her, hands cupping her mouth. “We’ll be down in ten minutes!”

“Ananbeth!” he chokes, giggles still escaping him.

“What?” she laughs.

“We’re in enough trouble as it is!”

“Exactly,” she says, settling back on the ride. “You’ll probably be grounded for life.”

“Me?” he squawks, playfully offended. “What about you?”

She scoffs. “Please. I’ll just pin it all on you.”

Leaning back, he pouts, arms crossed. “Wow. I plan this amazing day, violate a few embassorial rules, and probably put both of our countries on a massive red alert, and this is the thanks I get?”

“I helped plan it, too.” But he does have a point. “Thank you,” she says. “I had a lot of fun today.”

He turns his head to her, a grin stretching across his face. “Me too.”

His voice is so soft, so fond. They share a look, a moment, no words between them, only the silence of a true, deep companionship. They don’t need to say anything else, because they already know what the other would say.

As one, they break away, looking back out into the California evening.

They don’t talk much as the ferris wheel climbs higher and higher. Honestly, Annabeth is kind of impressed with how well he’s handling himself--she knows heights are a bit of a weakness of his. He grabs the edges of their gondola every once in a while as it drops a few feet, knuckles white and face a little green, but he manages to keep his dinner down, even as the ferris wheel grinds to a halt, Percy and Annabeth at the top of the world. The swing back and forth a little, hot faces against the cool evening breeze.

And they stay there.

And stay there.

And… stay there.

Annabeth checks her watch. How long have they been up here?

Percy taps his feet, a little too frantic just to be ADHD.

Finally, there’s a burst of noise from below them, garbled and static. “Uh, yes, excuse me--” the voice says, amplified through a megaphone. “Yeah, um, it appears we are having some… uh, technical difficulties with the Pixar Pal-A-Round. Please remain calm, as we have our best technicians on it, and we are working on evacuating the ride in a calm and efficient manner.” Then the voice cuts out.

Annabeth glances towards Percy. He has his hands in his lap, fists clenching and unclenching, over and over again. “Uh… you okay?”

“Hm? Oh, sure,” Percy says, “just fine. Peachy keen.” He squeezes his eyes shut, slowly blowing out his breath through his mouth.

“Hey.” She reaches over, and takes one of his hands in hers, lacing their fingers together. After a long day of holding hands, somehow it still manages to surprise her, how well they fit together, how her skin tingles as she rubs her thumb against his finger. “It’s gonna be fine. We’re gonna be just fine. They’re going to get us off this ride, and then we’ll fly home and be grounded for life.”

“I thought,” he wheezes, “you’d blame it all on me?”

“As if you could come up with a plan as genius as hiding from our guard in It's A Small World.”

He nods, shakily. “Right. All you. Definitely not my idea. Everyone knows I’d have looped back to Pirates of the Caribbean.”

“Definitely.” She squeezes his hand, scooting a little closer. “Just breathe with me a little, okay?”

They breathe together, slowly and evenly. At some point, Percy takes her hand in both of his, running his thumbs over her palm, tracing her lifelines like a map. His hands are big, and warm, and it seems to calm him down a little, so she doesn’t mind all that much.

Twilight darkens, stars twinkling against the grey, dusky sky, and still they are holding hands. Eventually, Percy relaxes, slumping against his seat.

“You good?”

He nods. He still doesn’t let go. “Yeah. Just…” he sighs, stretching his arms up, taking Annabeth’s hand with him. “Not super looking forward to the dressing down I’m going to get.”

She winces. Annabeth’s dad is a little more flexible than Percy’s when it comes to breaches of protocol. The king of Thera is somewhat famous for his paranoia. “I hope it was worth it.”

He whips his head to her, eyes wide. “Of course it was worth it!” he says, as though the opposite were even fathomable. “You kidding? This was the best day of my life.”

“Better than your sixteenth?” His father had officially acknowledged him that day. Annabeth had spotted him in a deserted hallway with his mother, the two of them fighting off a few happy tears. She knows just how special that day was for him.

“Not even close.” Squeezing her hand, he smiles again, that smile she knows almost better than her own by now. That smile she grew up with, a quiet oasis in a whirlwind of ancient tradition and modern media coverage. That smile is safety, familiarity. That smile was there to greet her when her mother chose to leave her family, when her uncle died without heirs, thrusting the position of heiress on her, whenever she had a rotten day or a bad grade or a lonely night, just on the other end of a phone, or down the hall, or in the kitchen.

Whatever happens, she knows, Percy will be her best friend. Her anchor.

Her…

She swallows. “Thank you,” she says again. “I needed this.” A day without an agenda. A day just for them.

His eyes are dark, and soft, like the water beneath them. One hundred and fifty feet in the air in a broken ferris wheel, there’s nowhere safer she can be. “Me too.”

So she’s not really surprised at herself when she says, “I’d really like to kiss you now.”

Eyes widening, just a hair, he opens his mouth, momentarily speechless. “You--are you sure?”

She nods, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

“Cool. Uh, me too.”

“Cool.”

Neither of them move.

“So, do--do you want to--”

Annabeth leans in, her other hand cupping his cheek, and kisses him.

His lips are soft. His mouth tastes like vanilla and bourbon. They are trapped in a metal box, one hundred and fifty feet off the ground, about to get the punishment of their lives when they get down, and it is absolutely, utterly perfect.

And when Annabeth pulls back, there are fireworks.

Quite literally.

Percy’s face glows with pink and green and purple, and a little fire in his eyes that’s all him. The pops of the fireworks, loud and brassy, and muted, completely overshadowed by the pounding of her heart in her chest.

They rest their heads against each other, breathing each other’s air, quiet and intimate, the calm before the storm that is surely coming. But that’s fine. Let it come, she thinks. She’ll be safe with Percy.

When the park technicians eventually get the ferris wheel moving again, Percy and Annabeth disembark from the gondola like nothing’s even gone wrong, waving to the crowd of people, fans, and reporters alike, who have swarmed the pier, phones and cameras held aloft in a constellation of light, before being quickly hurried away by Zoe and her crew, ushered to the end of the pier where Annabeth’s embassy’s car is waiting.

Percy doesn’t let go of her hand once.

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KALYMNOS, GREECE--Prince Percy has arrived on the island for his family’s annual summer retreat, bringing his girlfriend, Princess Annabeth of Sweden, with him for the fifth year in a row, and the third as his official partner. Lifelong friends, the couple were most recently seen at Disneyland Tokyo, continuing something of a tradition for the two royals where they visit Disneyland parks across the globe. Our sources inside the castle are hinting that the family is planning something big this year. Could we see a proposal by the end of summer? Be sure to subscribe for more updates!

#pjo fic #percabeth #percabeth fic #my fic #au #perseannabeth #the rivalry ends here #will i ever stop writing modern royalty aus? no 💖#also look mari i even used a taylor swift song

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milfbenkenobi · 3 years

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Star Wars Fic Rec List Part 2

All fics are complete, but I may rec something from an incomplete series.

to failure, sweet victor by littlekaracan

Word count: 20056 Chapter count: 1

The man behind the doorway is holding a vibroblade. He has a scar crawling down his face and a dozen more elsewhere, and he’s regained enough strength to knock the breath out of Obi-Wan’s lungs once he slams him into the wall and brings down the blade.

“Good morning,” Obi-Wan says, ducking out of the way.

The man wearing Cody’s face snarls and aims better.

Because we all need a bit of Cody trying to murder Obi-Wan daily due to the chip in his brain

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The Desert Storm by Blue_Sunshine

24 part complete series. Word count: 1,144,596

Four years after Order 66 and the fall of the Jedi Order, a grieving, struggling Ben Kenobi finds himself inexplicably taken back in time, crashing headlong into the foundations of fate. Grasping hope and vengeance with both hands, Ben rebuilds his identity and seeks to change the course of history: by saving Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi Order, the galaxy - and just maybe saving Obi-Wan Kenobi along the way.

Featuring a heavy dose of Mandalorian involvement, overall world-building, cultural exploration, and every star wars plot I have ever wanted to write.

OHOHOHOHO. This is my favorite Star Wars fic out of all I’ve read. There’s so much world building, it’s amazing. I saw it a few times before I finally took the plunge and read it, and let me tell you this series is SO worth it. Warning, because I didn’t know, this is only the first arc of a story, the author said they’re going to start writing the second part soon. Definitely definitely recommend.

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What I Could Be by radneto

Word count: 15443 Chapter count: 1

Obi-Wan is twelve years old and has just become Qui-Gon Jinn's newest Padawan. On his first mission with his master, he somehow gets transported to the future and chaos ensues.

Or- I find an excuse to write a baby Obi.

Baby Obi-Wan gets YEETED to the future, and confuses the fuck out of all the clones wondering where their general is.

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Make Your Bed (lie in it) by glitterglanger

Word count: 58117 Chapter count: 5

Crys hissed, sounding awed, “You slept with the General?”

Cody tugged his bucket down fast enough to hide a wince. In the light of dawn, with his head not so fogged and bleary from fatigue, it didn’t seem half as logical as it had the night before. But he’d be kriffed before he told Crys that. He said, tone even, “Couldn’t have him freezing to death. Let’s go.”

OR, the one where Cody starts sharing quarters with Obi-Wan a year into the Clone Wars, and it changes many things.

Exactly what it says in the summary

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the family amidala by dirgewithoutmusic

Word count: 6829 Chapter count: 1

Padme lives. She runs.

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Leia is growing in fits and spurts, eating greedily and crying loudly. She stays in a sling on Padme’s chest when they move, Luke held snug in a sling around Obi Wan’s. Luke gets a whole head of thick brown hair while Leia’s is still patchy and bald, but he never matches his sister’s powerful lungs.

When Padme had been sitting in her high senatorial apartment on Corsucant, holding Anakin’s sweaty hand, she had never imagined she’d be murmuring desperately soothing noises to her fussy daughter while she shot around a corner at stormtroopers, while R2D2 meddles with a ship’s blast doors behind her.

Luke starts teething on a hot jungle planet where they hunker down for three weeks, sleeping in an abandoned old temple and catching the local wildlife for dinner. Leia takes her first steps in the belly of a Corellian freighter they’ve stowed away on. She wobbles between Padme’s outstretched hands and Obi Wan’s knees and boxes of smuggled luxuries. When she falls down, Obi Wan surges forward, heart in his throat, but Leia laughs.

A Padmé Lives AU. She and Obi-Wan run around the empire trying to keep the twins alive and away from Vader, who thinks all four of them are dead.

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For the Glory by whatthenshallwesay

Word count: 92644 Chapter count: 22

CC-2224 is a good soldier. Good soldiers follow orders. The voice in the back of his mind? Not so much.

Commander Cody is about to take a roundabout journey into the Rebellion against the Empire.

Cody breaks free of the chip and proceeds to double agent the fuck out of the Empire

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Capture the Flag by Artemis_Neardos

Word count: 4625 Chapter count: 1

It's all fun and games, but a good portion of the galaxy is fairly certain that at least part of the GAR has quietly lost its mind. Obi-Wan isn't completely sure what's going on. His men are having fun and no ones getting hurt, so he has no problem playing along.

A game of capture the flag completely overtakes the GAR

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Decko and Lies by TwoBusyWriting

Word count: 3106 Chapter count: 1

In which Echo decks Fives to the ground in the middle of the mess, Fives decides to just lie there afterward, and some troopers have to change their perceptions of the Legion's ARCs.

Exactly as it says in the summary and also the title (love it when the summary makes things easier on me)

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Misunderstandings Are Born of Miscommunication by Fic_Request_Blog

Word count: 2210 Chapter count: 1

The one where Kenobi is blind and no one remembers to tell the clones.

Everybody is different flavors of oblivious

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The Grace of Madness by LightningStarborne

Word count: 31008 Chapter count: 14

Based on this prompt:

Maybe Obi-Wan was tortured and captured on a early mission with Qui-Gon. Obi ends up acting like River(Firefly) by the time they are rescued/escape. The Council urges Qui-Gon to get a new apprentice because Obi-Wan will never be the way he was, they think he can't become a Jedi. Qui-Gon refuses, he believes Obi can still become a Jedi despite his mental instability.

Over the years Qui-Gon and Yoda are the only ones who can understand Obi and are both comfortable in his presence.

The Phantom Menace happens. Yoda approves Obi in training Anakin, the others on the Council disagree, but Yoda is da Boss.

How does Anakin do with Obi-Wan? Does Anakin still become Darth Vader?

NGL, it’s been a hot sec since I’ve read this one so I don’t have much to say, but it’s soooooo good

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PART ONE

#mads posts #Mads recs #Star Wars #Star Wars fic recs #Star Wars fic rec #fic rec

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chokemeanakin · 4 years

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Hi my name’s Maeve! 😇 I write for Anakin and a tiny bit of Obi.

My inbox is closed!

Feel free to send me any thoughts you have, but if you send a fic request I can’t promise that I’ll get to it anytime soon. I still love to see your ideas though!

(ps check out my ongoing fic Give Me Love)

First Kiss - Anakin treats reader to their first kiss

Drunk - Reader comes home from a party wasted, and Anakin is there to witness it… and maybe make out with…

Anakin Cuddling Hc’s - What it’s like to cuddle with the Best Boy

Anakin with giggly reader Hc’s and Anakin x Jealous/Insecure reader - first half is hc for a giggly reader and second half is a fic where reader gets jealous and insecure and Anakin comforts them

Anakin x Short/Shy/Insecure Reader Hc’s - Just some headcanons of a soft boy

Loving On You - Slight Anakin angst, basically you hold him after a crappy mission

Be My Forever - Anakin proposes with as little words as possible

Anakin Teaches You How To Drive Hc’s- nice car go zoom 🚗💨

Anakin With a Pregnant Reader Hc’s- use protection kids

Anakin x Touch Starved Reader Hc’s - definitely not self indulgent

Touch Starved Anakin x Reader Hc’s - this was actually rlly cute

Playing with his hair imagine - i know i write about this a lot but cmon

Anakin Comforting Reader Hc’s - cue the uwu’s

Distraction - Anakin distracts reader as they study

Walking with Anakin as he does General stuff- small blurb

Domestic Anakin Hc’s - random thoughts I had of him

Giving Anakin a massage - w a tiny hint of smut

Complimenting Anakin - is never talked about enough

Anakin x curvy Reader Hc’s

Anakin x skinny Reader Hc’s

Fluff blurbs! - one, two

Stargazing with Anakin

Wearing Anakin’s Jedi Robes Hc’s

Sleepy moments with Ani Hc’s

Jealous Anakin x Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut

Anakin x Jealous Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut

Patched Up - Reader comes back from a mission all cut up, Anakin helps patch her up

Sick People Should Stay Away from Balconies - Reader is sick and asking for trouble, Anakin deals with her shit

Jelly toast - a request for a reader coming back from a mission all bruised and cut up, Anakin takes care of her

Anakin x Asthmatic Reader Hc’s - how he would act to you having asthma

Bad Dream- Reader has a nightmare during a thunderstorm and goes to Anakin for help

He Kicks Your Ass And Then Lets You Braid His Hair - see title

A Helping Hand (part 1) - Reader hurts her arm during a mission, and Anakin comes to help her (in more ways than one). Whump is in part 1, smut is in part 2 listed under Smut.

Anakin x Reader on her Period heacanons - shark week oofs

Anakin x Sick reader headcanons

Don’t Forget About Me - Reader begs Anakin not to go break up the fight between Mace Windu and Palpatine

I Gave You All - Our war-torn baby just needs a hug

Anakin x Reader w/ Mommy Issues - bro i just

Night Bus - The Council forces you to leave Anakin

A Reason to Stay - read this at your own risk, deals with severe mental health issues. basically Anakin helps reader through a dark time.

Misunderstandings - angst ending in fluff, Anakin and reader go on a bodyguard mission together and both get jealous.

Anakin crying blurb - give sad boy a hug damnit

Anakin and Reader Take a Shower -basically what the title says. The shower gets heated in more ways than one.

What That Mouth Do Though 👄💦- he eats you out like a champ 💪🏻

Needy Anakin - (you give him a blowie)

Say My Name- jealous Anakin, choking, fucking, you know 🤷🏼‍♀️

First time - Readers first time HAVING SEX with Anakin 🥰

His First Time - The first time Anakin HAS SEX, & it’s with you :)

Welcome Home - Anakin comes home from war and reader welcomes him back with open arms... and open legs

Save a Spaceship, Ride a Starpilot- Anakin has reader sit on his face and then she fucks him slowly ;)

Giving him a lapdance short - just a lil imagine

Jealousy (part 1) - classic under-the-table action at a high end event

Jealousy (part 2) - he gets his revenge

Master Kink Hc’s - exactly what it sounds like

A Helping Hand (part 2) - Anakin helps Reader out bc she has a broken arm :) very sweet and soft and fluffy to mend y’alls broken hearts. (part 1 is under Whump)

This is what he sounds like when he cums - grab ur headphones

This is what he sounds like in bed - grab ur headphones again lol

Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 1) - from the top make it drop thats a wap

Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 2) - wap wap wap

General Kink blurb - credit goes to @kenobikittens

Cruel Intentions - holiday smut, this hurt ppl’s feelings for some reason woops. anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty mouth, and also it’s Life Day.

Anakin x fem reader Pregnancy Sex Hc’s - i hate kids but this was cute

NSFW blurbs! - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty

Sub Anakin Hc’s - good boy ;)

Deepthroating Anakin Hc’s

Dry Humping Hc’s

A Dream Come True - Anakin helps reader masturbate and cum for the first time

Anakin & size kink hc’s

Anakin is smart - just a post talking about how intelligent our favorite Jedi is

More proof that he’s smart

Anidala Fluff - A request where Anakin and Padme do it in the fields of Naboo for the first time (no smut it’s romantic get ur head out of the gutter John B)

Love at First Sight - Anakin falls in love with you as soon as he sees you

All These Little Things - Padme x Reader / Anakin x Reader Hc’s where reader is romantically interested in Padme until she notices all of Anakin’s little things

Anakin’s hands appreciation post

Anakin’s Cheekbones Appreciation Post - he’s just got em okay

Anakin’s arms appreciation post

Aggressive Negotiations (part one) - Anakin and Reader go to a ball and it doesn’t turn out the way they expect

Aggressive Negotiations (part two) - combines the ‘he sees her dressed up for the first time’, ‘handcuffed together’, and ‘stuck in a closet’ tropes all in one mission gone wrong ;)

When he does the hand-on-cheek thing - *cries*

For people who have freckles

For people who have freckles p2 - not my work but thanks to @haydens-moles you guys have to suffer through this post with me

Anakin can sing

Anakin + drinking - some musings about the jedi and booze

Anakin loves rain

Anakin’s Eyelashes Appreciation Post

Random facts about his childhood

Sad Anakin fact

Anakin Reaction Pics

Random Anakin Thoughts - im so disorganized my b

What does his dick look like?

Is he brunette or blonde discourse - spoil alert: it’s neither. see next link

What color is his hair really?

It’s you- Obi Wan x Reader fic where he comes back from a mission planning to break it off with you, but then realizes he can’t let you go

You Can Rest Now - Obiwan x Reader where you take care of him after a mission that’s left him tired and sick

Obi-Wan Hc’s - random thoughts I had about him being in a relationship

What I Imagine The Star Wars Boys Wear For Underwear

What I Imagine The Star War’s Boys Dicks Are Like

Rating the Star Wars Boys Cum Faces on a Scale from 1-10

Kinky R2

The fanart that ended thousands of careers

R2D2 x C3P0 Smut

You get Acid in your Vagina Hc’s

Carrot Fun w Anakin - two parter, includes videos

Yoda smut snippet

He gave you a specific order

If Anakin can pull off a butt chin then so can I

How many shots it would take for me to sleep with the stars wars men (part one) (part two)

Anakin w a weave

Which Star Wars Characters Have a Foot Fetish

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junova · 4 years

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never been in love — single dad!steve (headcannon)

pairing: single dad!steve x teacher!reader

abstract: the one where steve likes you a lot and his daughter does too.

warnings: it gets a lil smutty towards the end (18+) not really tho, this is so much longer than i intended jfc, bucky being kind of a dick, hint of daddy kink, cheating?

[a/n]: this was totally inspired by @marvelouspeterparker post. i read it and it pulled me out of my writers block so thank u ! also this is so unnecessarily long but i have no excuse other than im a hoe for steve rogers??

*** gif isnt mine — i forgot creds srry :/

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oh god this one is going to hUrt me

but can you just imagine when steve really gets to see you, not just in passing as he picks up his daughter

he nearly shits himself because how in the hell had he not noticed you before?

one any given day, he’s right on time to pick up shai

he’s always punctual

— until today

not only was he late, but he was an hour late and in his mess of mind he was fully convinced they’d never let him bring her to the school again

to make matters even worse his phone had died and his cable was nowhere to be found in his dying, old pick up truck

not to mention his sweet little angel, more than likely frightened out of her mind

— but he was so wrong

practically in a full sprint, he quickly made his way to shai’s classroom when he found her perfectly peaceful while she talked with her teacher

even though, she was facing him and could see him she paid him no mind. it didn’t faze her that her father was so late because you had stayed to keep her company

“well, it looks like he finally decided to show up.” shai spoke to you, loud enough so her father in the doorway could her. the edge in her tone pushing sassy all the way through

of course as soon as shai found her way in steve’s arms he profusely apologized and graciously thanked you for staying with her saying he would repay you for it

— and it definitely had nothing to do with how attracted steve was to you. nope. not at all

you dismissed his gesture, it was a delight to be with shai and you told him such but you had a feeling he wouldn’t let it go

— and he didn’t

the very next day, when he dropped shai off and handed you a dozen pastries he had made fresh this morning

the way you gushed over it, cheekbones high and happy over his kindness made steve’s heart swell

they were still warm and you just couldn’t believe he made these with his bare hands

it was easily the kindest gift anyone ever gave you and you told him that too before you could stop yourself

then he just started bringing you a pastry or two every other day, even if you’d refused them the next day he would bring double the amount he brought the day before

you stopped refusing him bc you already felt guilt since he wouldn’t let you pay for a single one

after two weeks, steve asked you out. you weren’t shocked he had, he had been buttering you up but no matter how charming you thought he was you couldn’t.

he was a parent of one of your students and you just couldn’t allow yourself to go there

it wasn’t necessarily against the rules, but it was frowned upon

accepting your rejection with grace and humility he grabbed shai before bidding you goodbye that day

you thought that was the end of it, until you saw him the following friday night at the bar you frequented at

— alone

you wanted to talk to him, the tequila in your system giving you an irresistible urge to but you were on a date with on of your friends’ coworkers

james buchanan barnes

he definitely was a smooth taker, those dazzling blue eyes sparkling like they knew something you didn’t

you really wanted to be interested, he was a loose shape of a man you’d dream about. maybe you could even pretend he was the one you really wanted

not when steve was sitting at the bar, alone.

but you left that thought behind and you convinced yourself you really were smitten with bucky

two weeks later, bucky and you had been on a few dates and he seemed to like you but you knew you had to end things.

whatever little fling you had going on

your heart got more of kick when steve used to bring you pastries in the morning before class than when bucky kissed you after your first date.

then he asked if you would come to his house, he was having a small get together and would love if you’d be there

— reluctantly, you went

bucky’s friends were nice, each one of them making you feel welcomed into their tight circle.

it turned into a better night than you thought and bucky seemed to be super touchy, guiding you onto his lap as you sat around the fire in his patio

natasha, bucky’s long friend since high school, had you all in fits on the stories from the past

everyone was too busy reeling to recognize his presence but you had the to be blind not to

there steve stood gaping at you’d like you were a ghost, certainly surprised to see you perched on bucky’s lap

yep you wanted to just crawl under a whole a stay there forever

“Glad to see you showed up, punk.” Bucky gesturing for him to make his way over to you, even when you pulled at the sleeve of his henley to stop him.

— of course your efforts to tame bucky in did nothing

he grabbed a cold one before making his way to the two of you

and dear god was it as awkward as ever

“Honey, this is my best friend, Steve.” Honey? He had never called you anything besides your name. By the way he pulled you even closer to him made you think there was something else entirely going on.

you certainly didn’t miss the way steve’s jaw clenched or as he held his right hand picking at the piece of bark rather aggressively

“Um, we actually know each other. Shai is in my class, actually.” Feeling rather suffocated by the weight of Bucky’s arms now that the man you felt too much for was here. “Really? I had no idea.”

steve’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, infuriated. it wasn’t just that bucky knew you were shai’s teacher but he knew just how much steve liked you.

he didn’t shut up about you since he you with his daughter — something inside him changing in an instance

it wasn’t just that he thought you were the most wonderful woman he’d me — shai also raved over you

shai’s mother leaving a gaping whole in her heart she didn’t quite understand at the age of five was filled by you

you were kind to her, your patience never wearing thin as you gave her the attention she deserved

it may be your job but you enjoyed every moment with her and steve noticed

“Oh? She’s the one you would wake up an hour early for to make the pastries?” Bucky blurted out.

he woke up an early just to make those for you?

the way steve looked at the ground, grinding his fingertip against the label of his beer made you want to cry. his neck flaring pink at the embarrassment only made you wish you were in his arm instead

— even more than you already did

“You really should have seen the smile on his face when he came back from the school gushing over how much you liked what he had made.”

Bucky tightened his arm around your waist before saying. “Or when you reject him, I still can’t decide which is better.”

“That’s enough, James.” You tone harsh, before you ripped yourself away.

you couldn’t even look at steve, you don’t think your heart could handle it so you practically sprinted to your car

you needed to get the fuck out of here

until you reached for you keys, but they weren’t in your pocket

“Looking for these?” His hands looping through your keys giving it a twirl. “Star Wars fan?” Steve gesturing to you baby yoda key chain. “Maybe just a tad.”

“Thank you, Steve.” He tried to ignore the jump you ignited in his heart whenever you said his name.

handing your keys, he turned away from you, heading back into the house until you yanked him forward

the force so strong he though he was going to body slam into you before he pushing his weight against the car.....and you

“I’m sorry about, Bucky. I never would have gone out with him if I knew you two were friends.” You admitted while Steve just stood there looking embarrassed.

god did you always have to ruin everything

“I-I just, um, have these feelings for you. These very complicated feelings that make me want to throw every morally sound thought I have to the wind.”

“Which thought did you want to get rid of right now?” Stepping outside of his comfort zone, Steve grabbed your hands and just on instinct alone you cradled his face like it was the most natural act in the world. Like you had done it a thousand times.

“I mean, for one I’m telling myself I shouldn’t be this close to you.” Steve taking you by surprise as he tilted his head to the side, kissing the palm of your hand.

did he really just-

“What else, sweet girl?”

oh, you really were a goner

“I don’t know.” You spoke softly. Admitting to not only him but yourself — you couldn’t think when he was this close to you.

“Oh, but I think you do.” Steve diving right in as he latched his plump lips to your neck. Making whispers of his name drip off your tongue.

before you register what was happening steve had you pressed up against the car, rough hands gripping your thighs as your legs clinged to his slim waist

not to mention the ratio from his broad shoulders to his hips had your pussy drowning more

making you forget why you’d ever rejected him in the first place and he had hardly even touched you yet

then his lips met yours and you knew he had ruined you for anyone else. no one would ever compare to him and not anyone from your past did.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, completely in awe of what Steve was capable of doing to you in a matter of seconds. The proud smirk he wore in great contrast to what he felt back by the fire when he saw your body entangled with Bucky.

“If I ever see you sitting on my best friend’s lap again, I will go fucking crazy. Do you understand?” Steve eyes burning with envy.

“Yes, Daddy.”

brb gonna cry that i don’t have my very own steve rogers rip

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tags: @tonystankschild @parkastoria @kayteewritessteve

#bc i’m too lazy to actually write this out #maybe one day 🧐👀#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers hc #steve rogers headcanon #singe dad!steve #steve rogers au #maritza writes

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goldens0422 · 4 years

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How Anakin and Padmé would've ruled the Empire

So, obviously, we've seen many, many fanfictions and AUs about Padmé joining Anakin and ruling the Empire with him. They've all given their takes on how their Empire would go, and this is no different.

So, without further ado, here's my take (this'll be pretty long):

If Padmé joins Anakin, he'll be a lot more composed once he faces Obi-Wan, and something tells me Padmé would've just shot Obi-Wan before the two could begin their duel (sorry, Obi, but at least you're not necessarily dead). Padmé gives birth like normal, so Luke and Leia are pretty alright.

Anakin's still very much pissed off by the Jedi, so he won't let any of the surviving Jedi return and will still have them on their hitlist, but instead of saying that the Jedi committed treason, he'll simply say that the Jedi failed to protect the galaxy, so he and Padmé will do it themselves. That's also his explanation for his hatred towards the Jedi to Padmé.

Anakin, however, will eventually put a bounty on Ahsoka in the hopes to get to her, with an "Alive Only" condition along with stating his genuine intentions to get to her.

Once he is sure Padmé, Luke, and Leia are alright, he'll excuse himself to make an official announcement.

By this point, he'll reveal his marriage to Padmé and name her his Empress, explain the Jedi's failure, open up the military force to the population, put Padmé in charge of the Imperial Senate, and establish a new Order for Force Sensitives, but of course, the people registered into that Order will be allowed to form attachments and get to know their parents (let's call it the Skywalker Order)

Eventually, Ahsoka will be found and brought in, and Anakin will explain everything. She appears super reluctant at first but will eventually give in to her gripes with the Jedi Order and join Anakin. She'll be the Master of the Skywalker Order, only behind Anakin who is the Grandmaster.

Anakin will return to Padmé, and she'll be a tad bit confused as she fell asleep after giving birth. He'll explain that he was now the Emperor and she was now the Empress and that they could make their dreams come true, whatever they were.

Anakin and Padmé will live in Padmé's apartment for a while. Anakin will manage just about every part of the Empire for a bit as Padmé takes baby duties. She'll also eventually meet Queen Jamilia who states that Naboo will remain loyal to the government. She'll resign from being Naboo's senator.

Anakin and Padmé will eventually meet the Naberrie family. All will wonder why Padmé suddenly sided with an Empire but will understand it at some point. Sola, Jobal, and most of the family will warm up to Anakin quickly, but Ruwee will remain skeptical for quite some time. However, eventually he'll warm up himself.

There'll be some assassination attempts on the two for a while, but people will eventually warm up to the Empire as Anakin continuously targets slavery across the galaxy. Like the brilliant couple that Anakin and Padmé is, they'll scuff out the rebellion with time.

Anakin will probably write the Skywalker Code at some point (with some help from Padmé to make it sound more poetic):

With passion, I am strong.

With peace, I am strong.

Passion fuels my heart, and peace fuels my mind.

With only heart, I am unwise.

With only mind, I am unkind.

Forever should I hold passion and peace, then forever will I be strong.

I will not shut away my emotions, I will control.

I will not be ran over by emotions, I will control.

Forever should I control, then forever will I be strong.

Forever am I strong.

The Skywalker Order will not expect all Force Sensitives to be in it, however, but all Force Sensitives should be expected to be registered as Force Sensitives and will be given basic training to control their inherent powers. Still, the Skywalker Order will be a whole lot better than the Jedi Order and Sith Order.

Once Padmé is a lot more capable of heavy workloads, Anakin will hand over the entirety of political affairs to her while he focuses more on the military affairs. Speaking of the military, he'll also make Ahsoka the Supreme Commander.

Anakin also eventually finds a way to scientifically slow down one's aging, and he uses the serum that his team developed on him and Padmé. The two are also considering using it on their children as it didn't have much drawbacks.

Once the two get really comfortable in their new Empire, they'll establish a dynasty, so the Skywalkers remain in power. Anakin and Padmé will also adopt Ahsoka because that's been one of their dreams for a while, but they won't decide who'll inherit their throne just yet.

So, now, we have:

His Majesty The Emperor (Anakin)

Her Majesty The Empress (Padmé)

His Royal Highness The Prince Luke

Her Royal Highness The Princess Leia

Her Royal Highness The Supreme Commander (Ahsoka)

Eventually, Anakin will get a hold of Yoda who would've reminded him of Ahsoka had she not sided with him, but she did so...Yoda just gets killed. Obi-Wan is possibly dead already, so no point in bothering with that.

Anakin and Padmé planned on having only one more child, but they loved each other too much and ended up having five (not that they didn't love the five so much).

Once Ahsoka reaches her late 40s, she'll step down from Supreme Commander and simply be the Master of the Order, and Luke becomes Supreme Commander. Leia eventually ascends to the throne and falls in love with Han.

Padmé established a rule that the sovereign can choose to either make their spouse a coregent or a consort. Leia makes Han a Prince Consort instead of Emperor (not that Han is salty about it or anything - it made sense).

All of their kids end up happily married because as much as they're all so different, they're all drop dead gorgeous.

While all that is going on, Anakin and Padmé, still drop dead gorgeous in their 60s, eventually step down and retire to a private vacation house temporarily as they sought to enjoy the rest of their lives together.

#anidala #alternate universe #anakin x padme #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #leia organa #luke skywalker #ahsoka tano

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madhyanas · 4 years

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like the switch to be flicked

“Right,” Din says automatically, not truly believing it — what kind of baby doesn’t cry?

Read this on AO3!

Characters: Din Djarin & Grogu | Baby Yoda, Omera.

Rating: G

Word Count: 2k

Warning(s): Implied/Referenced PTSD. Takes place during Chapter 4: Sanctuary. Slight Din/Omera, if you want, but that’s not the focus. No spoilers for S2.

Notes: this is a prequel to ‘there can be no oceans’, giving context to one specific line. also, not beta-read. :)

masterlist

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“You’re lucky,” Omera says softly. “He’s an easy baby.”

Din turns his head to her. “What?”

He’s leaning against a wooden post as she sits on the edge of the porch, steadily weaving a new reed-basket. Sorgan’s weather is mild, somehow even milder at dusk, and there’s still enough light that the children are chasing each other around in the grass, shouts of laughter echoing into the blushing sky.

Among them scrambles the kid, squealing at all the attention being lavished upon him. A smile swallows up his wrinkly little face, and Din can see he likes having company to play with.

“Your little one,” she clarifies, without really clarifying anything.

Din thinks he’s missing something. “What do you mean… an ‘easy’ baby?”

Omera turns to look at him curiously, eyes flitting over the helmet. She opens her mouth to speak, before a realisation seems to strike her and she visibly changes tack. Din thinks he’s missing a lot of somethings.

“Oh, it’s nothing. It means he’s a happy child, that’s all. Doesn’t fuss very much.” She gestures her head in the children’s direction. “I haven’t heard him cry since you both arrived.”

Din blinks, taking a second to process that. She’s… right.

The kid hasn’t really cried at all, not even before they landed on this planet. On Arvala-7 or Nevarro. He assumes that the kid’s never been into hyperspace before, so making the jump — a phenomenon he’s seen rattle grown adults — should have bothered him. As it was, all the little womp rat did was stare, transfixed by the blue lights, babbling quietly.

Din frowns. Is— Is that normal? Aren’t babies supposed to cry?

He hadn’t particularly thought anything of it. In the capacity of a distant stranger, Din has heard babies cry before; with their whole body, wailing their lungs out like the galaxy is falling apart right then and there. The Child hasn’t made much noise beyond occasionally cooing and whining to signal what he wants.

Omera has returned to her weaving, concentrating on the basket in her lap. Din is reluctant to ask her, but he needs to know. For the kid’s sake.

“Is he… supposed to?”

“Hm?”

“The kid. I don’t— I don’t know what he’s supposed to be doing.”

Din sighs. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to be doing, either.

This doubt, this blind stumbling through the dark — it weighs heavy on his chest. Stirs something nauseating in his gut, a flash of frozen fear he hasn’t felt since his first shootout, so many years ago. Din doesn’t know much of anything when it comes to the Child. He’s aware of that. But it doesn’t make the feeling any less foreign or worrying, at the very least because he’s dragged this magic-powered lizard child along as a fellow fugitive and he doesn’t even know what to do with him.

He needs to be told what to do.

Humming thoughtfully, Omera doesn’t look up from her weaving. “Well,” she says, “He is a baby. They don’t generally do much. Except sleep, eat and—”

“Cry?”

The interruption is hard, the sharpest he’s spoken in weeks. Din feels sorry as her hands pause in their craft, but he stays quiet. He’ll apologise after dinner.

Omera looks up, her mouth set in a careful line. “Usually, yes.”

Din thinks about that. Usually.

“You don’t need to worry,” she continues. It’s reassuring but Din doesn’t feel reassured. She must be able to tell; her brow falls sympathetically. “He’s of a different species. It’s entirely possible that crying isn’t… the go-to, for younglings of his kind.”

“Right,” Din says automatically, not truly believing it — what kind of baby doesn’t cry? — before realising that must sound curt. “Thank you. That’s… a great help.”

She waves him off with a smile. “I was a new parent too, once.” Her gaze drifts to the children, now enthusiastically teaching the kid some sort of rhythmic clapping game. Her eyes, brown and warm, crinkle affectionately. “We all get the jitters at some point.”

New parent.

Din doesn’t know how to respond to that. So he nods slowly, showing as much gratitude as he can, before getting up and walking away.

———

By nightfall, he’s scooped up the kid from the gaggle of children by the pond to bring him to bed. He was met with resounding complaints, a dozen round faces begging him for five more minutes, until more villagers came to fetch the other children as well.

“Had fun, kid?”

Freshly-bathed and dressed, he gurgles at Din. Din doesn’t trust the little womp rat to somehow pick up his body weight in dust and mud if he’s left on the ground, so he carries him with both hands to the crib carefully.

An empty crib. Omera had been generous, offering it to them with the room. Din remembers how it reflected the morning light; just wiped down, freshly polished. As if it had been collecting dust all this time, and had been dragged out to see daylight once again. There was something wistful in the way she ran a hand over the wooden railing. Smooth, well-carved. Well-loved.

And now it’s theirs. For the time being.

Din leans over the crib, lowering the Child to the blanketed mattress below. But the moment one clawed foot touches the sheets, the kid jolts. Flinches so strongly his ribcage rattles against the leather stretched over Din’s palms, making him freeze too.

The kid whines, his blunt nails scrabbling at Din’s gloves. He lifts his legs as high as he can, half-folding in the man’s hands, apparently desperate not to touch the bed.

“What?” Din asks worriedly. “What is it, what’s wrong?”

The kid’s distress makes him straighten immediately, still holding the Child directly over the crib. The suddenness of the movement makes the muscles in his lower back seize painfully. He ignores it.

Distance soothes the kid somewhat — his legs go back to dangling in mid-air and his ears droop from standing at attention — which is good. Except it isn’t, because Din still doesn’t know what happened.

“Is it the crib?”

He brings the Child closer to his chest, examining the thin bedding carefully. With one hand, the other holding the faintly-shaking child, Din searches through the blankets for anything that could’ve spooked him. Lifts the small mattress for good measure, finding nothing but lint and a sparse wooden pallet.

He hesitates. “There’s… nothing there,” he says slowly, trying not to cause an upset.

The kid shakes his head vehemently into Din’s chest, flopping one ear in a muffled pat against the pauldron.

“No, hey. Look.” As delicately as he can, Din pries the Child off his shoulder and turns him around to face the crib. Slowly, precariously. His hands are almost hovering off the kid’s body.

He angles the Child downwards, but keeps his distance for now. Big, dark eyes glare at the crib distrustfully. Stubby legs start to kick up and down, as if to mechanically propel himself and Din as far away from the contraption as possible.

“That’s not gonna work,” Din explains patiently.

The Child grumbles something under his breath, like he knows. The frown remains.

Din sighs. At least the kid has calmed down somewhat. Cranky is easier to deal with than tears.

Tears. Tears. There aren’t any.

And suddenly, Din feels nervous all over again.

Because there were Mandalorian children who didn’t cry. Other foundlings who, before swearing the Creed, never came close to tears even when they got injured in training. Even when instructors and teachers very gently told them it’s all right to cry if they wanted to. Blank-faced, like a switch was flicked the second they felt any urge to get visibly upset. Some children just… didn’t.

Another thing he hadn’t thought anything of at the time, being just a boy himself. But he thinks about the dusty stronghold where he found the Child, guarded by armed mercenaries. Not even a nanny droid assigned to the crib-pod, just Niktos with blasters. He thinks about the Client sending out the puck, the stormtroopers snatching hold of the pod, the bounty hunters tossed onto their scent.

Fifty years is a long time. And now a stone, sulphurous and sharp, begins to sink in his gut.

Arms outstretched, Din looks at the Child. Face-to-face. Metaphorically speaking.

“It’s…”

Now that he’s started, Din doesn’t really know how to continue. He doesn’t even know if the kid can understand him, tilting his wrinkly head and blinking sweetly. But surely he must. So Din swallows, then decides to rip the bacta patch off.

“It’s okay to cry, you know. If you want to.”

Again, the kid blinks. His dark, shining gaze doesn’t falter. Din chooses to take that as encouragement.

“I know you… don’t, right now. And that’s also okay, if you don’t want to. But if you do, then— then you should.”

This isn’t coming out right at all. Din sighs again; heavier this time, with a longer pause afterwards.

When he finally speaks again, he can hear how tired his voice is. On some level, it feels like a failure. “What I mean is,” he murmurs, bringing the Child a little closer, “Crying is good.”

Three words. He can manage that. He can.

“Crying is good,” he repeats. As if to make them concrete here in this gifted space and borrowed home. There’s something hot and choking resting in his throat. “Crying is… good.”

And maybe three words, three times, is enough. The kid nods.

A little bob of his head, subtle but intentional. Din almost thinks he’s imagining it since the kid has made a comfortable habit of ignoring him at every turn.

Then it happens again. The kid nods again, staring at Din with such pinpointed clarity and understanding that ‘fifty years old’ comes racing back to the forefront of his memory.

For lack of anything else to say — and because he’s reasonably sure that his point has been made — Din says, “All right. Good.”

The Child hums agreeably, swinging his legs in the air. Now it's more idling than protesting. That’s good. “Good,” Din repeats dumbly.

He’s… taught the kid something, here. Hasn’t he? It seems like he has. Or is that not how this works?

In twice as many minutes, Din sighs for the third time. Three seems to be the lucky number tonight. His shoulders are sore. The bed on the other side of the room looks pretty appealing right now.

Taking a step towards the crib, he hopes this little chat has helped the kid work through whatever was bothering him.

Then the kid squeals once he realises where he’s being carried. Apparently not.

“What— No, you have to sleep here.”

Din gets a firm shake of the kid’s head in response. And leaning over the crib once more means his back has decided to protest again too.

“You do.”

He shouldn’t allow it. It’ll make for bad habits. He needs to be strict.

“C’mon, kid—”

A coo, soft and despondent. The Child pouts — which shouldn’t even be possible, since he doesn’t have lips — and those big, big ears drop with the weight of bricks.

It’s for show. It has to be. He’s being manipulated.

(Dank farrik, his back hurts.)

This isn’t setting a good example. But it’s late, and he’s tired, and the kid is too used to getting his own way to back down before an old man like him. Ultimately his resolve gives out with his lumbar, as it had to be.

He retreats to the bed, sitting on the edge. In his hands, the kid tries and fails to hide his excitement, a sharp-fanged smile gracing his face. “Yeah, you little monster, you win.”

A moment of hesitation as he deliberates whether to remove the armour or not. He decides to lie down as it is.

“Just for tonight,” Din warns, reclining on his back with the Child balanced on his stomach. “This can’t be a habit.”

The kid, infinitely satisfied that he’s gotten his way, wriggles under Din’s arm. He lets out something resembling a purr as his ears lower to the sides, flattening out like a parachute. His eyes don’t close, not fully, but his blinks get somewhat sleepier.

“Okay. As long as we’re in agreement.”

With one arm resting loosely over the Child, Din stretches his legs out. One of his knees almost pops, but not quite.

He falls asleep to the kid’s breathing, steady under his palm.

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legobiwan · 4 years

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Alright people, I am finally caught up with the Mandalorian Season 2. My reaction thus far:

(spoilers ahoy)

So far, this season doesn’t seem to have a strong direction. It’s mostly Din getting sent from sidequest to sidequest featuring “this week’s special guest stars(s).” I realize that this is all supposed to be building up to something, but I hope the payoff is worth it.

I love Cobb Vanth. This is probably because I love Timothy Olyphant. I dearly hope he returns and gets a bit more material to work with before the end of the season. Kind of annoying that we had to go back to Tatooine again, but Star Wars just can’t seem to kick its legacy characters (which is something I’ll get into later).

Speaking of Tatooine...while I loved the introduction of the idea of the moisture farmers and the Sandpeople working together, we never really...saw any of it happening? Show, don’t tell, as the old adage goes. While there wasn’t time for a treatment of Tatooine’s complicated social issues as was done in the Kenobi novel, the whole concept seemed pretty perfunctory as a way for Mando to blow up a krayt dragon.

(and I had to laugh, whatever “prize” organ the Sandperson found was 100% one of those bouncy balls you’d find in Ralph’s or Von’s or something at the beach sale bucket for $4.99. Along those lines, the effects - both practical and VFX - have not been anywhere near as high quality this season.)

Frog episode. Fun! It was one of my favorite episodes even though it accomplished very little in terms of pushing the narrative forward. Funny characterization of baby Yoda (I kept expecting him to go full-on Yoshi with those spiders), great introduction of the Frog species, and the spiders were pretty cool.

Bo-Katan episode. A PORT CITY! Something DIFFERENT! Finally!

Mando seems to suffer from power creep and relapse which is a persistent issue in Star Wars in general (see the Ahsoka episode for more discussion revolving around that). He blew up the krayt dragon almost single-handedly, fought off all those spiders, and yet was pretty taken down by the Mon Calamari pirate gang.

I had no issue with Bo-Katan showing up, and I think her reference to Mando being in a religious cult is fascinating and I would like to know a lot more about that. (Also interesting in how it can also be an oblique reference to the Jedi who were considered, by some, to also be an esoteric religious cult.)

So because of this, does Mando seriously not know who Bo-Katan is? I’m guessing all that history was erased, even something as simple as the fact that Bo-Katan was the sister of a Mandalorian ruler.

And funny enough, I feel kind of bad for her. She wants that Darksaber, wants to rule Mandalore and it feels like she has been fighting the same fight with the same words since we were introduced to her in TCW. I don’t know if that was the intended effect (likely not), but she strikes me as a character almost stuck in her own narrative, unable to move on. Although I do appreciate that she still seems rather morally grey here, which is a nice change of pace from characters who masquerade as morally grey (read: Mando and clan) but who are really coded as the “good guys” (fighting - again - against the “bad guys”.)

(Which gets me into a whole other discussion in that I find that only the Prequels and TCW really delve into that uncertain area where the good guys - even the Jedi - are not 100% good. And that the Legends material really dug at the fracture while the new material - books, movies, shows - tends to shy away from moral complexity. It’s frustrating, as the ambiguity is what is so appealing about the whole damn thing.)

So if the Frog Couple’s children were the last of their kind, was Baby Yoda about to perpetuate a genocide because he was hungry? Because, that’s honestly pretty damn funny.

Oh, the New Republic isn’t learning from the Old Republic. Much like Russia, you never try to invade and control the Outer Rim. It just ends up in tears.

Okay, the macaron scene was pretty damn funny and wholly superfluous and petty use of the Force that I could see...wait for it...Obi-wan perpetuating in his youth.

So. Clones. M-blood. Shadows of Jen Zanna Arbor and Plageius’s experiments. Plus Gideon looking on at his Death Trooper clones who look a bit like Vader. Is Gideon trying to create a Force-sensitive army that can be controlled via these suits in TIE Fighters that look A LOT like Thrawn’s defenders? Does Gideon know about the Chiss Navigators and is this how he got the idea? Because that would tie some things together.

Alright. Ahsoka’s episode. Sigh...

Dave Filoni needs to let go. I love Ahsoka, she’s a fantastic character, but at this point, she sucks the oxygen out the room for any other storyline. I never liked the way she was brought back in Rebels, I thought her existence on that other plane after the battle of Malachor was a perfect ending for her.

(I’m not going to get into the costuming too much. It didn’t work. Disney has enough money to do effects, I don’t why they couldn’t have touched this up just a hair while keeping with the “gritty realism” aesthetic of this show. The whole thing was rather jarring.)

And the thing is, she’s taken on Vader, has come back from the dead twice, has defeated Maul and then suddenly this weird Magistrate Lady is giving her issues? Like, I get getting older and not being as on top of your game but if Ben Kenobi of the desert could take down Maul in three slashes, you would thing Ahsoka wouldn’t be having these issues.

Along those lines, that fight sequence was painful to watch. I’m 1000% certain Filoni was referencing either some Western or Kurosawa flick which I am too film-illiterate to know offhand, but it just...didn’t work. Especially seeing as the VFX wasn’t strong enough to support the questionable choreography/blocking.

I have no issue with Ahsoka coming to terms with the Jedi at an older age, that’s what happens. You have to drop at least some of your grudges. And I don’t even mind Mando and Grogu meeting up with a Jedi like this. But I wish it had been a different Jedi or maybe one we hadn’t even known before.

And that’s the thing. Star Wars gets so bogged down in its legacy characters (see: the Sequels) that it gets in its own narrative way. (And ironically enough, most of these “legacy” characters are from the much-maligned Prequel-era). Look at the popularity of Rebels, of Fallen Order, of the Thrawn books (and ELI VANTO, ahem). There’s so much room to expand and play with new themes, new ideas rather than fall back on this “good rebels” vs. “evil empire” with the “very good Jedi” helping mystically along the way. Give me more religious cults, more conspiracy theories, more politics and taxation and trade routes. That’s what made the Prequels so great. I’m hoping this Moff Gideon storyline will go off in an interesting direction as will Mando’s culty background but we’ll see.

So...five episodes into the season I give it a 6/10 so far. We’ll see how it all goes.

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jasontoddiefor · 4 years

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settle down Home is where you have a warm bed and a warm meal. Naturally, it follows that as the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, Yoda likes to cook for the many people in his care. Or: Five times Yoda cooks for somebody and one time someone cooks for him.

Yoda had been looking forward to this year’s Convergence. He had been sure that this time around, he would have one less Padawan and one more Knight to his lineage, and indeed, Obi-Wan had become a great Knight. Yoda just wished the price hadn’t been so high. He had lost Qui-Gon and Dooku both within weeks. He had kept watch over Dooku’s growing distance to the Order with wary eyes, but his former Padawan was an adult, an old man almost already, and Yoda hadn’t wanted to pretend he held any kind of sway over him. Now he wished he would have pressed for Dooku to stay a little longer. Perhaps meeting Obi-Wan and Anakin properly would have been enough to keep him with the Order. Yoda was sad to see his Padawan go, but he could not linger. He was sure Dooku was going to encourage growth and kindness on his homeworld.

Deep in thought, he walked to the kitchen and opened his fridge. He was supposed to spend the Convergence with the lineage of a Padawan who had died already a hundred years ago. Yoda had made it a habit to spend every year with a different branch of his family, but this year’s circumstances forced him to switch around his cycle a little. He was glad Feemor had reached out to Obi-Wan. The two would benefit from supporting one another and little Anakin Skywalker could learn a lot from Feemor’s Padawan. However, Yoda felt like he might add a little to the situation. See for himself how they were doing.

He took the roots, vegetables, and beetles he usually used for this meal out of the fridge. He had gone to the kitchens just this morning to get them all to be sure he had enough for everyone. He knew his stew was not the favorite amongst the human members of his lineages, but it was tradition. Perhaps Anakin would like it. When he had met the boy in the kitchens, he had been complaining about the lack of sunbeetles for the meal he was going to prepare.

Setting the items on the kitchen counter, Yoda took a knife out of a drawer and began to cut them all up.

“Hello, younglings,” Yoda greeted the excited children. They were all vibrating with joy, so much that the Senior Padawan in charge of them looked a little nervous at their bouncing.

“Hello, Master Yoda,” the children greeted him in turn. “What are we going to make today?”

Yoda hummed as he led the group to the kitchens. They were all of various ages, the youngest being a four-year-old Togruta child and the oldest an eleven-year-old Mon Calamari boy. He would have to make something simple with them so that all could be included in the process.

Scanning the group of eight, Yoda noted that they didn’t have a single avian child amongst them. Well, that made his decision easier.

“Firecracker cookies, eaten those before have you?”

The Senior Padawan paled considerably and looked at Yoda as if he had just cursed him to eternal darkness. The Grandmaster cackled. The teenager must have tasted the Mandalorian delicacy once then.

A human child shook their head. “No. Are they tasty?”

“Very,” Yoda confirmed. “Do not offer them to avian species. Eat them, they can not. Too spicy they are for their stomachs.”

Now the Padawan actually let out a desperate whimper and Yoda couldn’t help but laugh out loud. This was bound to be a fun lesson for everyone involved.

Yoda had expected many things from the war and was sad how many of his predictions had come true. The bloodshed was gruesome, painful, and feeling so many sentients die around him was worse than anything he had ever experienced before, except, perhaps, reaching out for his Padawan and finding darkness where there once was light. It weighted heavily on his soul and he could only hope that the many Padawans dispersed around the galaxy had as much support as they needed. They had argued so much about whether to let their children fight, but if this war were to escalate, become even longer and harsher, they had to make sure that the next generation could survive it, that there would be a next generation to raise the one after and so on. Yoda did not expect to survive the end of the war, but he was old already, much older than his species usually became. He had seen much of the world and could pass on peacefully, knowing he had given as much as he could.

And all of it for those who would come after.

“Like you, hm?” Yoda asked the baby resting peacefully in his arms now. They had found the girl amongst the wreckage of another battlefield, her parents dead.

She had not been crying, had likely stopped days ago when she noticed that nobody was coming. The poor baby had only still been hurting in the Force, a wound as large and terrific as an exploding star.

The little Twi’lek looked at him with her dark green eyes, entirely focused as she sucked at the bottle. It was good that they were due for another stop at Coruscant. He could bring her to the creche and there they could provide her with more than the scrapped together milk they had found in her bombed home.

“A great Jedi will you be,” Yoda told her and gently caressed her cheek. “Strong and wise and a little troublesome, yes.”

The baby didn’t reply, she was hardly half a year old, a little too young for the creche actually but nothing they hadn’t mastered before. Yoda could feel her warmth however, that she was content and felt safe.

And that was the most important part.

“So, what’s for dinner?” asked Tekel, one of the newer troopers. Their armor was still too white and pristine for their brothers’ liking, but Yoda was sure they’d earn a few scratches soon, perhaps even add more paint. “Ration bars or ration bars or ration bars but already too old to actually be served as food?”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” another brother replied and knocked against the young trooper’s shoulder as he made his way towards the campfire. “Never heard that one before.”

Yoda observed them fondly. They reminded him of the groups of Padawans hanging around the mess hall, joking and laughing and making fun of one another. The men certainly weren’t much older than the children Yoda had watched grow up. It would be more accurate actually to say they were younger given their accelerated aging. It was a blessing that they wouldn’t also grow old twice as fast unless they had a genetic mutation.

“Eat ration bars tonight, we will not,” Yoda decided.

His men turned to him with curious looks in their eyes. “We won’t? Did we get a shipment of something else?”

Their weapons and tactical training were impeccable, but you couldn’t forget that they had been raised in a sterile environment. Some of the finer elements of nature still eluded them.

“Pah! Mandalorian, your prime was, was he not? Part of our Order are you not? Smart hunters you are and full of life this planet is. Eat properly we will tonight.”

With that announcement, still keeping a serious face, Yoda walked into the woods on silent feet, his men quickly hurrying after him. They made too much noise at first, but quickly learned to walk as silently as he. It made Yoda wonder about their potential. Tekel especially was strong in the Force. He called it good instincts, but Yoda had not been born a fool. They didn’t have the equipment to test of Midichlorians, but good Jedi didn’t need those to know how strong their opposite was. He shouldn’t be a soldier, but a Jedi. None of his men should be forced to fight.

“I got one!” Tekel shouted after a while, victoriously holding up one of the local animals, a small round ball of fluff.

“Good, good,” Yoda praised. “Teach you how to cook it I will next.”

Tekel and their brothers exchanged a slightly worried look.

“Wait, what?”

Yoda loved the galaxy. It was bright and vibrant and there were so many things to see, explore and discover, but if he ever had to pick a space to spend the rest of his life in, it would most certainly be the temple. It was his home, where he had grown up and raised countless children, seen them grow into great Masters, surpassing him in the fraction of time it had taken him to learn. He was proud of all of them and was ashamed he could not lessen their burden more. They looked to him for answers about the war, deployments and battle strategy and hundred more things Yoda could not help them with.

This one thing, however, Yoda could do for them.

“Take another, you should,” Yoda said and held his plate out.

Before the council meeting, Yoda had made plenty of snacks for all the Council members currently stationed at the temple. They were due for another dusk-to-dawn meeting and Yoda knew very well how quick all of them were to neglect their own needs.

Mace politely raised his hands to decline the offer.

“Thank you, Master Yoda, but that one sandwich was enough for me.”

Yoda huffed and shook the plate slightly.

“Knew you as a youngling, I did. Never ate well then you did either, always causing your Master headaches. Have a biscuit, Mace.”

The other Master stared at the plate for a moment linger, than he admitted defeat and took a cookie from it. Yoda was pleased to notice that Mace, while giving his speech on troops currently stuck in the Outer Rim, took another cookie every few minutes.

Younglings shouldn’t protest so much, Yoda did know what was good for them

Yoda awoke to the smell of tea and breakfast. It was most unusual, as he was the one who made breakfast as he got up hours before his Padawan. The old Master got dressed and stepped out of his rooms and into the kitchen where, indeed, his Padawan was leaning over an old handwritten notebook, trying to decipher the instruction.

“Three tablespoons of cinnamon? That’s too much,” Dooku muttered under his breath. “Who puts three tablespoons of that stuff in pancakes?”

“Put this much cinnamon in my pancakes, I do, Padawan mine,” Yoda spoke up.

Dooku let out a quite undignified shriek and almost knocked over the chair standing behind him as he took a step back.

“Master!” Dooku complained. “Why are you up already?”

“Asking you this, I should be,” Yoda replied and sat down on his chair at their table.

If his Padawan had decided to make breakfast, Yoda was not going to stop him.

“Weeeeeell,” Dooku scratched the back of his head, his cheeks glowing red. The youngling was quite cute even now that his voice was beginning to crack. “It’s your life day, Master. I figured I should cook for you for once.”

Yoda smiled. “A meal, appreciate greatly I do.”

Dooku grinned back with youthful enthusiasm and went to retrieve his spoon from the batter. “So, three tablespoons of cinnamon?”

“Three tablespoons.”

In silence, Yoda watched his Padawan cook for him and imagined a future where he would get to see his young student cook for his entire lineage. They still had a while until then, but Yoda was sure it would be a sight to behold.

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live-from-ny-its-snl · 4 years

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My favorite parts of the show tonight (10/31):

-Kate as Hillary! I’ve never seen it live so it was really cool to see that impression.

-It was good to see a few actual cast members in the cold open.

- ”...elderly man contest.”-John’s monologue

-The whole monologue was really funny. I’m not a huge stand-up fan, but i thought it was great.

-The Birds was so chaotic, it was so goofy-fun.

-The Headless Horseman costumes! They were really good. Also, shoutout to the fake head that looked exactly like Beck’s.

-The owl from Spooky Song (and other sketches maybe) came back. Must be a new cast member lol

-Kate being a crazy lady in the PSA. No one else could play that role but her.

-Colin’s wedding ring and Che’s reference to the wedding.

-Kyle as Baby Yoda! I had a feeling he would do that tonight... just as funny as the last time! (Also I was wearing my Baby Yoda halloween costume while watching this so I guess I was matching with Kyle)

-If I’m being honest, tonight’s Mulaney musical was not as good as I had hoped... but I am really thankful for it. I liked how we got some Melissa screen time, and also some lines for Lauren. Also Chloe being fricking great in her solo. Also Maya being the goddess she is! And when everyone sang together at the end, it was just really nice. (Also seeing Pete and maybe Chris come so close to breaking was really funny.)

-Another Uncle Meme! This one wasn’t as good as the first one, but I think a lot of stuff got cut from it because it happened last, Although you can tell Pete and Chris lost it after they missed their high five!

-The studio audience was amazing! They sounded like a normal audience and were such an improvement over the past four shows.

-Fun moments during goodnights: Melissa in a Dodgers jersey. Also Alex in his full Elmo suit. I love Alex and Melissa sm!

Overall thoughts: I was so happy to have John back! This show really felt like one before COVID. I think I had such high expectations for this episode, but I still enjoyed it. I laughed the most at this show more than any this season, and I’m really excited to start re-watching these sketches. Can’t wait for the next time John hosts and becomes a 5-timer!

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whumphoarder · 5 years

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Morgan Stark, M.D.

Summary: While playing doctor at the lake house, the five-year-old decides to break out the big bandaids for Peter’s injuries.

Word count: 1,180

Genre: fluff, humor

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A/N: Thanks to @awesomesockes for beta-reading and ideas :D

“I can hear your heartbeat,” Morgan informs, pressing the bell of her pink plastic stethoscope to the middle of Peter’s chest.

“Oh yeah?” Peter grins at the five-year-old, who is currently wearing one of Tony’s white button-downs as a lab coat. “What’s it sound like, doc?”

“Like”—Morgan rapidly taps her hand over his heart, adding a sound effect between each pat for emphasis—“badumbadumbadumbadumbadum!”

Peter laughs lightly. “That’s pretty fast. Might have a problem there.”

“Nope,” Morgan says knowingly. “It’s perfect.” She pulls the stethoscope out from her ears and shoves it back into the purple Doc McStuffins bag, exchanging it for a thermometer. “Here,” she says, thrusting it at Peter’s closed mouth, causing him to flinch backwards in surprise. “We gotta take your temperature now.”

Peter takes the device from her and holds it as close to his lips as he can without actually touching them. Prior to Tony and Pepper leaving for their date night earlier that evening, both had warned him of their daughter’s newfound medical obsession. Apparently, she’s been giving out check-ups to every toy, doll, and family member who’s crossed her path the past week.

(Gerald the alpaca was less than pleased about this.)

After about three seconds, Morgan pulls it away again and glances at the number display before letting out a little shriek. “You got a fever!” she cries.

“Oh no!” Peter gasps, pressing the back of his hand to his own forehead in a dramatic swoon. “How high is it?”

She shakes her head back and forth solemnly and lets out a sigh. “Sixty-two percent.”

Peter has to bite the inside of his mouth to keep his face straight. “Sixty-two percent?” he clarifies, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty sure if it hits seventy, I’m toast.”

“Not if I give you the medicine!” she exclaims. “It’s, um…” She whips a plastic syringe out of her kit. “It’s five hundred shots!”

Peter sticks his lip out in a pout. “Aw man, but I don’t like shots...”

“That’s silly,” she says simply, and immediately jabs the bony part of his elbow with the point of her plastic needle, eliciting a yelp that was only partly faked. “You need to get better or you’ll die.”

“Fair enough,” Peter allows, grimacing. “So… only four hundred and ninety-nine more to go?”

Giggling, Morgan proceeds to poke him with the syringe a few dozen more times in quick succession until she declares him cured.

“Now you need a bandaid,” she says, grabbing the box of Doc McStuffins sticker ‘bandages’ from her kit. She opens it and then frowns. “Aw, they’re all gone.”

Peter laughs a bit, recalling the picture Tony texted him yesterday of a rather grumpy-looking Happy covered in colorful stickers. “Guess I’ll just bleed out then.”

“No you won’t! I know where Mommy keeps more!” she exclaims, jumping up.

Peter frowns. “Well, you probably shouldn’t use the real ones…” he begins, starting to get up from Morgan’s pink bean bag chair, but she pushes him back down quickly.

“No no you can’t move!” she insists. “You’re really sick.”

At the little girl’s stern look, Peter settles back down into the bean bag. “Alright, alright, I’ll stay here. But don’t use too many, okay? They’re supposed to be for real owies.”

“Okay,” she agrees, scurrying off down the hall.

While he waits, Peter checks his phone. There’s a Baby Yoda meme from Ned, along with a two-paragraph rant from MJ about pigeons being soulless creatures that he’s just started to skim when Morgan bounds back into the room.

“I got them!” she cries happily. “I got the big bandaids.”

Peter glances up to see the five-year-old run over and dump an armful of colorful square-shaped items out onto the floor in front of him. His eyes widen as realization dawns.

“Wait, uh, Morgan? I don’t think those are—” he stammers. “I mean, uh… where did you find those?”

Morgan is already tearing open one of the pastel floral wrappers. “In Mommy’s bathroom drawer,” she reports as she unfolds the white pad inside.

Peter feels his cheeks flush. “Right, but, uh, I don’t think they’re really, um…”

As he speaks, Morgan peels off the final strip of paper over the adhesive and sticks it to his elbow. “They’re for big owies.”

“No, Morgan, listen,” Peter protests, starting to take it back off. “These aren’t—”

“Hey!” She swats his hand away. “You need to keep that on! Or it’s gonna bleed!” she emphasizes.

Covering his face with his hands, Peter blows out a deep exhale. “Morgan…”

“Oh no!” she gasps, causing Peter to lower his hands to look up at her. “You got another owie!” From the pile of pads on the ground, she produces another and tears the wrapper off.

Peter holds up a hand. “Wait, wait, we can’t use all your mom’s…” he trails off when Morgan tilts her head to the side questioningly, “uh, supplies.”

“She’s got more,” Morgan says with a shrug, peeling off the paper. “There’s lots in the bathroom. And more in her purse.” Adhering the pad to his opposite arm, she explains, “You got another owie there.”

Peter glances down at the new pad-bandage the little girl is wrapping around his elbow. “Oh. Bummer,” he sighs. “Guess I should be more careful.”

“Don’t worry,” she assures him, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to the top of the pad. “I’m gonna make you all better.”

Ten minutes later, Peter has just crunched his way through at least ten tablets of SweetTart “medicine” and is sipping room temperature water from one of Morgan’s tiny plastic tea set cups when the bedroom door creaks open to reveal a surprised-looking Tony standing in the entryway.

Peter’s eyes widen in horror. “Mr. Stark! I can explain!” he blurts.

Tony blinks at him. “Please don’t.”

“Hi Daddy,” Morgan says, waving at him.

Tony inclines his head in the direction of his giggling daughter. “Morgan,” he greets. Then shifting his gaze to the red-faced teenager—on which every exposed area of skin is covered by sanitary napkins—he gives him a solemn nod. “Pad-Man. You two having fun?”

“Uh huh!” Morgan says brightly. Gesturing to Peter, she says, “We’re playing hospital. He’s the sick guy, but he’s all better now.”

“Oh yeah?” Tony chuckles and Peter's face flushes. “What was the diagnosis, doc?”

“He had...”—her expression screws up in thought—“broken everything.”

Tony winces. “Ooh. That’s rough.” He steps over and gestures to the pad stuck across Peter’s forehead. “And these are…?”

“Big bandaids!” Morgan says cheerfully.

“Ah. Got it.” Tony nods, the corners of his mouth turning up into a grin. “For all the blood. Of course.”

Feeling his cheeks burn, Peter mutters, “Just kill me now.”

“But you just got better,” Morgan complains.

Tony smirks. “You know, Pete, if you ask Pepper really nicely, she might share her chocolate stash with you. That always makes her feel better.”

Morgan lets out an excited whoop at the prospect of candy, while Peter just covers his face and groans.

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