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[dickarchivist]

404th Celebration Q&A!!

Hello and welcome! In Honor of ME!!! (it's my birthday this week!) I will be hosting a Q&A for Grave Squad and the rest of the 404th beginning Thursday, April 18th, at midnight, and ending Sunday, April 21st at midnight!

You are more than welcome to send in Asks starting TODAY! But keep in mind I will not answer them publicly until the event begins! Anon is on for this celebration!

If you send an anon with mature themes, you must include an @ mention of your blog or the anon will not be answered! This is to keep minors from sneaking in, thank you for your understanding.

Thanks for celebrating with me!

Participating OCs under the cut:

- Jedi General Dax'Malkin Valka and his Padawan, Athena Bello

Grave Squad of the 404th, the boys you all know and love!

- CC-1313, Ghost

- ARC-1404, Phantom

- ARC-1551 Specter

- COS-1666 Banshee

- CM-1789 Wraith

Introducing: THE COLD COMMAND

- CC-1312, Stone Cold (introduced in the NYE event)

- CC-1300 Zeros

- CC 1330 Shiver

- CC 1328 Frost

- CC 1332 Winter

Stone is General Ops, Marshall Commander of All the 404th

Shiver is in charge of their ARC troops and other stealth ops (he trained Phantom and Specter)

Zeros is medical, he's the chief of medicine, and the oldest clone in the 404th.

Frost is ground troops and tactics.

Winter is explosives and demolition

Tag List!

@anxiouspineapple99 @wolffegirlsunite @wizardofrozz @eclec-tech @dystopicjumpsuit @clonethirstingisreal @wings-and-beskar @multi-fan-dom-madness @starrylothcat @n0vqni @sev-on-kamino @mythical-illustrator @523rdrebel @littlemissmanga @atomickidsoul @moonwreckd

[anxiouspineapple99]

Pineapple! I am absolutely rabid for Avery/Phantom info!

Please let us know how this even HAPPENED, and so specifically I am interested in what drew them to each other given their circumstances together? What has been their biggest stumbling block to get over? How do they keep the spark going through absences, if they are separated?

What is the absolute most the other is willing to do for the other? I mean true desperation stuff.

What is a most juicy/interesting tidbit about these two that you love?

If possible, could this be from their point(s) of view in the answer?

tysm, I love this event idea!!! 🌑

Hello love! So sorry for the delay in answering! But without further ado I’ll be handing this off to Avery and Phantom!

Huge thank you to @dickarchivist for sending Phantom over for a bit! 😌 💖

Oops almost forgot the cut for length!

Avery: How did this happen? The kama. It was definitely the kama.

*she laughs*

Anyhow, what drew us together… I don't know how to say it without it sounding positively ludicrous but I was drawn to Tommy immediately. And I don’t just mean physically. Though, look at him, obviously he is gorgeous. But it was… deeper. Like the Force… it knew that I needed him, I suppose?

Every time he showed up at the Temple with Athena I just felt compelled to be near him. There were even a few times I knew he’d arrived before I’d even seen him.

Phantom, smiling: Aww you think I'm pretty- wait it was the kama?

Phantom, chuckling a little now: I think for me, it was how excited Athena is every time Avery is even mentioned. It started getting me excited, then one day she showed up to training, and... well ya know, they say love at first sight n all, but I really think I had that for Avery.

I just... *saw* her, very first time, hadn't even spoken to her, just heard her laughing... stars her laugh... I'm sure it was that, yeah.

So. She liked my Kama, I loved her laugh.

Avery, leaning in whispering: I’m kidding, love. It was that charming smile. Even now I’d move every star in the galaxy to see you smile.

Phantom, getting all bashful now: we uh... we got more questions?

*he steals a quick kiss from Avery and then looks at the interviewer*

OKAY! Our uh- our stumbling block? I... think it'd be the other jedi. Buir Dax knows, but Athena doesn't. She'd just be too excited, might spill it to the wrong person, get Avs kicked from her home... last thing I want to be is a secret, but for her, kriff I'd stop existing if she needed me to.

Avery nodding: Yes, the Order has made things a little complicated. But I’d leave tomorrow and not think twice about it if Tommy asked.

I’d also say the general stress of the war. I’m… a bit of a control freak and if I can’t control the environment to ensure Phantom is safe I tend to worry. I’ve gotten better about it…a little.

I suppose that brings us to the next question? How we keep the spark while separated…

Phantom: some ah... creative camera work? And well, just communicating whenever we can. We sleep on call sometimes, once one of us conks out the other hangs up. Can't get caught...

I'm thankful we have a bit of privacy even in the Crypt.

Avery, blushing: I may also be guilty of sending him messages disguised as confidential medical records… usually silly things like a prescription for one Jedi Healer…I think the order for Vitamin Me was the most….comical. I really missed him…

*clears her throat*

Alright. Next question. The absolute most we are willing to do for each other? In all honesty there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for him. What I feel for Phantom— it burns hotter than any sun. I’d give up everything for him. Being a Jedi…my life…all of it.

Phantom: I'd die for her. I know that isn't a *lot* from my standpoint, actually... here's one better.

I'd live for her.

Avery makes me want a life. I didn't think I'd have someone who would make me feel like that again... I want to live after the war, have a life, maybe a couple kids if she wants... if I'm capable of that, never really got a clear answer on that mark. But, yeah, so...

Most I'm willing to do for her? Give her my entire life, and make sure I don't die.

*Avery reaches over and squeezes Phantom’s hand before nuzzling her forehead into his shoulder*

After a moment Avery sits up again: Ahh yes, my apologies the final question. The most juicy tidbit about us? Mmm… there was that time I surprised Tommy in the supply closet. Or the time we almost got caught in the Temple gardens… Although, the day we finally confessed our feelings for one another will always be my favorite… Walking in on him half dressed was certainly a lovely surprise.

Phantom, blushing and chuckling, his arm around Avery's shoulders: Ahah... hooooooo... I gotta agree, my favorite was the day we confessed, but another good one was that time on the back of the speeder bike. That uh...

*he clears his throat, crossing his legs*

It's a fond memory, holding you like that…

Avery chews on her bottom lip with a dreamy smile: Mmhmm…that was…

*she breathes deeply*

Ah yes, well if those are all the questions, I just realized Phantom has a…physical today. And I’m the on call physician so that means it’s my job to perform it. It was lovely speaking with you!

You ready to go, Prince Charming?

Phantom, not wanting to waste Avery's precious time, lifts her up: Faster if I carry you, yep

Avery laughs and whispers in his ear: My room. Now. This isn’t a GAR approved physical…

[elvesandlanterns]

Ghost Helpline Part 1

Constantine wasn’t upset no no of course not … he was fucking pissed!!!

How on earth was this his life now??? He grabbed as many totems and charms as he could. They were going to need as much luck as they could get their hands on.

-

“Bloody fucking Hell this is by far the worst idea I have ever heard and I want absolutely no part of it!!!”

“John”

“Don’t you John me Z! This is obviously a bad idea!!!”

WonderWoman sighed, “We understand the risks but we are out of options.”

“Pppfff as if we wanted you here in the first place pal”

“Hal!”

“What it’s true if this spell? Summoning? Offering? What ever the hell it’s called didn’t require two magicians we would have just let Zatanna do it!”

“Stop it everyone we cannot be fighting amongst ourselves right now! We have to be ready for anything that happens and whoever decides to help us.” Superman crossed his arms. “Uh question, I get the whole dabbling in magical creatures equal bad but uhhh who or what are we doing exactly?” Wally said offhandedly to Robin(Dick)

“That’s just the thing … we don’t know this Circle is essentially an open invitation to anyone who can help us,” Zatanna sighed “Which means we have to be ready for the worst including whatever it is this creature may want in exchange.” “Oh yeah,” John huffed “Our first born, blood of a virgin, Superman’s soul totally nothing we need to worry about or take to mean We. should. Not. Do. this! !”

Batman ‘cleverly’ choose that moment to walk in, “Alright then start it up.”

Magic is always hard to describe; the colors, and motion like something out a fantasy but this ? This was inexplicable as the candles rose to the ceiling, smoke filled their eyes and the sound of, well -some kind- of animal shook their ears. Then as fast as it came it was gone, as they adjusted to the scene they saw who now occupied the middle of the circle.

Horns

“Bollocks it just had to be a devil.”

Black hair sloppily put into twin buns, held together by … twine???

Superman’s eyebrows creased in slight confusion.

Tan skin painted black in the pattern of an old broken glass on their arms.

Flash stilled next to his nephew.

A scar from a blade ran across one half of their face.

WonderWoman lowered her lasso.

Gold eyes.

Zatanna felt uncomfortable.

There in the circle stood what they would all guess to be a 12 maybe 14 year old???

Batman’s stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“What the ….-“

“Hello Mortals! You have reached the Infinite Realms HelpLine! You may call me Konstelacio! How may I be of assistance?”

[moonwatcherfaye]

Look y'all I made my OC Lunar Eclipse and Dani into Little Baby Man Characters. I also redrew Little Baby Man Danny. Tell me what you all think? Did I do a good job?

[shinseiokami]

Don't worry about it just choose one

[the-little-moment]

Angstpril Day 10: The Memory of Love

Prompt: Phantom Pain

Words: 1,330

Summary: Crosshair rejoins his family on Ryloth's moon.

This story was written as part of the canon-compliant ending of my fic "Not Just the Carcass, but the Spark" and includes my original character, Senna, a human surgeon who joined the Kaminoan cloning project at its inception. More can be read about her here, and in the other works in my pinned masterlist.

"I had help."

Crosshair stepped out of the freighter to see Hunter straighten, a protective hand on Omega's shoulder, while Wrecker crossed his arms and frowned. This was shaping up to be a perfect reunion.

Then his eyes flickered past the distrust on his brother's faces and settled on the small woman in between, her hand on Wrecker's elbow. He saw her lips move, voice so soft he couldn't hear it over the emptiness between them.

“Cross?” 

Sen. Crosshair swallowed hard. She was still here. She was okay. When the doctor took a step forward, Crosshair forced his statue of a body down the ramp towards her. 

Senna met him in the space between the ships, reaching up to wipe away tears before she threw her arms around him, startling a grunt out of Crosshair. “Sweetheart! Cross. Cross.”

His brothers and Omega were still watching, but Crosshair made himself look down at Senna instead, at the top of her head where it was pressed against his chest, before he lifted unsteady arms to hug her back. She was shaking. He’d wanted this so badly; why was he doing such a terrible job? 

“I’m okay, Sen.” That was a lie, but the thought that she might start crying harder was terrifying. He’d faked it this long for Omega, he could do it a little longer for her. “I’m okay.”

Senna peeled her wet face away from Crosshair's chest when Hunter spoke up, both of them turning to face the sergeant.

"Are you sure you weren't followed?" His gruff voice made it more of an accusation than a question, like Hunter thought Crosshair had set some kind of trap. The sniper felt his hackles raising. After everything he'd done to get them here.

"No," he growled. "The Empire can track the ship. Take Omega and go."

Something shifted then in his brother's eyes, something that Crosshair couldn't read. Had he expected him to want to go with them? Crosshair knew better than to ask. Not after the way they'd looked at him. But then Omega tugged on Hunter's hand.

"Crosshair helped me escape. I couldn't have done it without him." Her brown eyes were pleading as she looked up at her brother. "We all need to go."

Crosshair watched Hunter waver, looking over to Wrecker, who simply nodded. "Alright," the sergeant caved, but his doubtful frown was still firmly in place. "Everybody on the ship."

Omega smiled at him, then at Crosshair, still standing with one arm around Senna, mostly because the doctor hadn't released him yet. As they watched, the girl whistled and the doctor gasped when a large, blue hound suddenly barreled down the ramp of the stolen freighter, shooting past them to jump into Omega's arms, blissfully oblivious to the tension surrounding them.

"What the kriff is that?" Wrecker yelled happily. Crosshair saw the alarm fade from Hunter's eyes, lowering his hand from the hilt of his knife as Batcher licked Omega, crooked tail wagging frantically, then tried to jump on him too.

"Her name's Batcher," the girl giggled. "I'll tell you about her on the ship." She nodded to Crosshair, a small, reassuring smile and a tilt of her head towards the Marauder's ramp. He looked down to see Senna gazing back at him in a similar way, quiet, nervous, but hopeful. Crosshair followed her up the eight familiar steps and into the ship.

Inside the cockpit, Wrecker immediately knelt to start checking his sister over, uncharacteristically quiet in the face of her obvious exhaustion, while Hunter lifted them from the surface of the moon.

Senna bent to give Omega another kiss, then turned back to Crosshair and nodded towards the back of the ship. “Come on,” she said softly, and he was relieved to get out of the line of his brothers’ scrutiny. Crosshair was made differently than Omega, but right now he felt like he could sleep for a thousand years.

“Let me take a look at you.” Senna sat him down at one of the computer consoles and pulled a med scanner out of a pouch on the leather belt she wore. 

“I’m fine.”

“I’m sure.” 

Crosshair wasn’t sure if that was her doctor voice or her mother voice or if maybe they were the same thing now, but he’d imagined her talking to him like this a million times since Kamino. She didn’t seem angry. Maybe that would come later.

He studied the doctor as she read the results of his scan. She’d changed. Not in a good way. Looking at the grey in her black hair, the new lines on her face, how thin she was, he would have thought it had been years, not months. Crosshair had a sinking feeling that he knew why, that she felt that same phantom pain he did, the quiet where there shouldn't be.

“You cut your hair.”

Senna looked up in surprise, reaching for the blunt ends with a self-conscious smile. “Technically, Hunter cut it.” When his look of concern didn’t fade, she sighed, replacing the scanner and sitting in the chair opposite him. “It’s just hair, dear. It’ll grow back.” Crosshair watched her eyes drift down to his waist, eyebrows raising as she leaned over to give a little tug at the extra sleeves he had knotted there. “You know," the doctor teased, "I don’t think this was made for you.” 

“I just got back and you’re already insulting my clothes.”

That made her smile like he’d hoped it would. If he could just stay back here with Senna, maybe for the rest of his life, he’d never have to deal with the looks on Wrecker and Hunter’s faces. Crosshair wondered if Omega was trying to soften them up at all. Good luck. He wouldn’t trust him either. Senna wasn't the only one who looked like she'd been through hell to get here.

“Honey, you’ve got to tell me about the dog.”

Crosshair sighed, letting himself slump back in the chair. That, at least, was a safe topic. “The lurca hound was trained to hunt escaped prisoners. Omega ruined her and now they’re tighter than two ticks on a bantha’s ass.” He cocked an eyebrow at the doctor’s suppressed grin. “What?”

“That sounds like her.”

Crosshair huffed. “Does it.” He’d spent four months with Omega, but he imagined the others must still know her better. They’d actually lived with her, not whatever the hell he’d been doing on Tantiss.

Senna was quiet for a moment, a searching look on her gentle face. Crosshair thrust his own question forward before she could hit him with anything that hurt.

“Where’s Echo?”

When the doctor’s face fell, he felt his stomach flip, but Senna must have seen his fear because she reached out to take his hand.

“No, he’s alright! Echo’s fine, dear. He’s just...not with us right now. He’s…helping Rex with some things.”

“Rex?” Crosshair leaned forward in confusion. “Captain Rex?”

“Yes.” The doctor smiled. “Hopefully Echo will come back soon. I know he’ll want to see you. I’m sure Hunter is calling him now.”

Crosshair didn’t like that idea. What were the chances Echo would be any happier to see him than the others? A gentle squeeze on his fingers brought him back to Senna.

“It’s alright, dear. They just need time.”

“They don’t trust me.” It wasn’t an accusation, just a statement of fact.

“They will.”

"Do you?" he wanted to ask her. It felt like it. Or maybe Senna just didn’t wear those feelings as openly. She was soft. In the depths of his guilt on Tantiss, Crosshair couldn’t decide if it would be worse if she hated him and was glad he was gone, or if she missed him so badly it was killing her. Then, Omega had told him about Tech, and he’d stopped fooling himself that she was thinking about him at all. “Are you...okay?” he asked, afraid he already knew the answer.

Crosshair could see she understood what he was asking. “No. But I’m…better than I was.” He turned his hand to hold hers, cursing the shake in his fingers that he’d been planning to hide. Senna moved to the edge of her seat and reached out for his other hand. “Omega told you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m so sorry, dear. He’d be so happy that you’ve come home.”

As always, stay tuned all month to read every story from this sad fun! collaboration between @kybercrystals94, @just-here-with-my-thoughts, and myself. 😊 Let the angst flow!

Taglist: @lightwise @freesia-writes @clonethirstingisreal

[elismor]

Recent Fic Omnibus

Cover From the Sky Codywan written for 212th Bingo prompt: clone culture ~650 words. The one where Cody talks about constellations.

It's Not Easy (Being Green) Written for SWOC Bingo (many prompts) ~2100 words. The one where Flood finally tells the story of his prank.

Adventures In Babysitting Written for @indira-korr in response to her drabble and art This is Temporary 600 words. The one where Cody is conned into watching Boga's hatchling.

Petrichor written for @cacodaemonia who answered a plea for palate cleansing prompts this morning with clouds, running late, the smell of rain and caf break. Drabble. The one where Boil lets Waxer sleep in.

[rexmeshlasblog]

Masterlist

My requests are currently open. I’m writing fanfics of all kinds. Fandoms I’ll write about:

• Star Wars the clone wars (Captain Rex, Commander Cody, Commander Wolffe, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi,… just request and ask if you’re unsure)

• Phantom of the opera

• DC Comics

• MCU

• F1

• Harry Potter

• ACOTAR

• to be continued…

Captain Rex:

Being in love with you (Captain Rex x Jedi Reader)

Don’t get me wrong (Captain Rex x Jedi Reader)

Stay focused (WIP)

I’d die for you (WIP)

Don’t do this to me (WIP)

I’m also thinking about writing a longer story/fanfic with Rex and an Jedi, but I’m not sure yet if I’m able to do so…

Commander Cody:

It’s easy if you’d do it right (Commander Cody x Jedi Reader) Part 1

It’s easy if you’d do it right (Commander Cody x Jedi Reader) Part 2

Commander Wolffe:

Give up?! (WIP)

Stay cool (WIP)

[dp-marvel94]

It was an Accident, I Swear. Part 8

For EctoberHaunt day 11, Dread and Calm

Summary: Elle finally meets Jack and Maddie.

Word Count: 3,376

First -> Previous

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Note: Surprise! Who thought this story was dead? *author raises hand* In all seriousness, I figured I'd brush off this story in celebration of finishing Face to Face (epilogue still to be posted!) Plus Ectoberhaunt gives me helpful prompts and more excuses to write! The dread/calm prompt for October 11th is pretty loosely used here but hey, I tried. 🤷 Anyway, enjoy!

The confrontation with Valerie behind them, the three half ghosts flew off into the night… and towards Fentonworks. 

Elle’s stomach churned with nerves at the thought. Fentonworks. Where Danny lived. With his ghost hunter parents, the Drs. Fenton. 

The half ghost had seen both of the adults before, of course. During her short stays in Amity, the girl had caught glimpses in passing, despite her efforts to avoid them. Jack and Maddie, barreling down the road in their RV, in pursuit of a ghost. The blue-suited hunter’s aim was scarily accurate. And the man…. His boisterous laugh rang in her mind, effortlessly swinging a massive bazooka on his shoulder. From the little she’d seen, the two were a terrifyingly good ghost-hunting team. And she was a ghost. 

Normally, those two thoughts together would be dread-inducing. But…

“Long story short. Dad accidentally cloned me….. they know about me being Phantom now.”

They knew. Jack and Maddie knew about Danny’s powers, the ghost hunting, about Phantom. Not only that but… they knew about her.

“And he and Mom have already said they want you as their kid.”

When Elle had first met Danny, she’d overshadowed Maddie and Jack to get him and his friends out of trouble. She’d felt so much more than a flash of each parents’ worry for their son. 

The overwhelming motherly love…the MADDIE program, Vlad’s sad attempt to copy the woman, was a painfully dull imitation in light of the real thing; The contrast shocked her, enough that her control of the overshadowing wavered. 

And Jack…she’d caught a whiff of memory. Late at night, the man peering into Danny’s empty bedroom. A chilling dread in the pit of his stomach. Where was his son?

The Fenton parents loved their children, without a doubt. And…the off-hand comment Danny had made, about Jamie’s origin…..

The girl blinks, mind sputtering. “Your dad cloned you.”

“Technically he’s your dad too.”

That was true in the technical sense. Maddie Fenton was her biological mother, Jack Fenton her biological father. They were her parents by blood. And they wanted her.

But did she want them?

Elle pushed the thought away, the Fenton house now looming large in her vision. This was it…

Danny and then Jamie turned invisible, both half ghosts’ outlines shimmering in her vision. Elle followed, invisible herself, as the two boys flew down and phased through the front door. 

For just a moment, the girl took in the scene. The living room, suspiciously clean and organized, compared to her last time seeing it. Maddie, mid-pace, worrying her lip. Jack on the couch, face just as tight, fiddling with something on his lap.

“Mads, they’re fine.” The man was saying. “The kids will be back any second- Ow.” He cut himself off, pricked finger going into his mouth. Needlepoint… that’s what he was messing with.

“We’re back.” Danny said, he and Jamie wavering back into visibility. 

Both adults startled at the sound, turning. 

“Boys.” The woman gasped. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry.” The oldest half ghost blushed sheepishly.

Maddie waved it off. “No need to be sorry.” She hurried forward. “Are you two alright? What happened?” 

A hand reached under Jamie’s chin, concerned eyes looking for… something. Bruise? Cuts?

“Mom, I’m fine.” The boy didn’t pull away. He didn’t even sound annoyed, just tired. “A lot happened but we’re all fine.”

The woman just looked more worried. Jack joined her, standing in front of both boys. He hugged both while Maddie continued fussing over non-existent injuries.

And Elle… she still floated there invisibly, mouth agape. This was unreal. Danny and Jamie were in spectral form, both glowing and floating in the ghost hunters’ living room. And the two adults… weren’t blinking an eye. They were hovering, concerned, affectionate even. But… they were acting like this was completely normal.

Jack and Maddie knew. They really knew.

The man pulled out of the hug with his two sons. His head turned, searching. “Where’s Elle-bug?”

Elle- bug….?

“That’s right.” Maddie stepped back. “Your little sister was supposed to be here today. Did you find her? Is she alright? Where is she?” Her gaze flickered, just a hint below frantic. Why…

Right. Elle was still invisible.

She popped back into sight. “I’m uh… right here. Hi.” The girl gave a tentative wave.

Both adults turned at the scene, eyes widening. 

“You must be Elle.” Maddie’s lips crinkled, a warm, relieved smile spreading on her face. “Danny told us so much about you.”

And Jack… “You’re here, kiddo!” His jovial voice boomed, all previous anxiety gone. 

Before the clone girl even registered, strong arms swept her up. She squeaked, pulled to the man’s steady chest.

“It’s great to finally meet ya, Elle.” The laughter shook her. “Your mom and me have been so excited. We already starting setting up your room and-”

“Jack, honey.” Maddie cut in. “Don’t overwhelm her.”

“Oh. Sorry, girlie.” The man let her go.

Elle dropped, too overwhelmed to even try to keep herself in the air. She stumbled, managing to land on her feet.

Jamie drifted over, a comforting hand resting on her shoulder. “You alright?”

“Fine.” She shuffled awkwardly, half-standing behind him. “‘S just a lot.”

Both adults’ brows furrowed, for just a moment faces flickering between something like hurt and disappointment.

Then Jack reached up to rub the back of his neck. “Sorry, kiddo.” He smiled apologetically. “I got excited. Just so happy you’re here.”

“We’re both very relieved you’re safe.” Maddie added kindly. “How about we start again? I’m Maddie Fenton, Danny and James’ mom.”

“And I’m Jack! Fenton family patriarch. This one’s lucky husband and dad to two… I mean three… err, four? Beautiful kids.”

Elle winced at each of those slips up. Four… he wasn’t counting her, was he?

“And you are?” The woman gently cued her on. 

“I’m uh… Danielle. But I go by Elle. I’m half ghost. I like burgers and traveling and playing tag with Danny. And uh… I don’t have a favorite color because they’re all great. And uh… what else am I supposed to say?”

The woman chuckled. “There’s nothing you’re supposed to say, sweetie.” She shook her head, a fond smile on her face. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Elle.” She motioned to the couch. “Would you like to sit down for a bit? Maybe something to eat or drink?”

“I’m sure you want some fudge!” Jack turned, enthusiastically stomping towards the kitchen.

“Uh… a snack sounds good. I guess.” Ellie shrugged.

“Yeah!” Jamie agreed. With a flash of light, he turned human. Danny and Elle did the same. “We didn’t get to finish our burgers and shakes.” He pouted, arms crossed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie. I’m sure we can fix that.” Maddie turned, also walking into the kitchen. “Burgers and shakes I can’t do tonight but…” She opened the freezer, brow furrowing in consideration. “How do pizza rolls sound?”

“Pizza rolls?” The girl perked up slightly.

“That sounds great, Mom.” Danny answered, at the same time Jamie nodded eagerly.

“What are pizza rolls?” Elle looked between the two boys, picking up on their excitement.

The oldest grinned. “It’s this crispy crust pillow thing.” He motioned with shape with his fingers. “With cheese and sauce and little bits of pepperoni inside.”

“They’re so good.” Jamie gushed, stars in his eyes.

Well, Ellie was sold.

The three half ghosts watched, wide-eyed and practically drooling, while Maddie lined up the tiny pockets on the tray. She placed it in the heating oven.

“It will take at least fifteen minutes.” The woman waved the kids off, fondly exacerbated. “Go sit down.”

“Fine, fine.” Jamie huffed, eyes still smiling. 

He and Danny obliged, Elle following with a curious look. The three kids sat on the couch, the girl in the middle. Maddie joined, taking the armchair.

“I’ve got the fudge!” Jack announced, almost reverently placing the tray onto the coffee table. He grabbed a piece, flopping into the recliner. Then, popping the piece into his mouth, he chewed excitedly and swallowed. “Good old Fenton Family recipe!”

Both boys grabbed their own pieces. 

As soon as Jamie took a bite, he groaned appreciatively. “So good.”

“I know, right?” Danny agreed, mouth full of chocolate. 

“Danny, don’t talk with your mouth full.” Maddie reprimanded lightly. 

“What’d ya say?” The boy answered playfully, opening his mouth wider.

“Gross.” Jamie laughed, a hand held up to block his brother’s mouth. “I don’t wanna see your food!” 

“You don’t?” Danny’s head titled, tone exaggeratedly innocent. “How’s this?” He blinked invisible, another piece of fudge disappearing from the plate a second later. “Problem solved.” Came the witty response, through loud chewing.

Elle giggled at the scene, something in her loosening. 

Jack’s eyes widened, excitedly fixing on her at the sound. “Go ahead and try some, kiddo.”

Without hesitation, the girl obliged. The soft confection touched her tongue and she melted. Not literally, of course. Her eyes practically rolled back in bliss, her body untensing.

Beside her, Danny laughed. “It is good, huh?” Popping into visibility, he ruffled her hair.

At that, Elle straightened up a bit, crossing her arms in a pout. Still…. Her lips twisted, pleased.

For a long moment, the group ate their own pieces of fudge, a contented quiet falling over the room. The youngest half ghost hummed happily, eating her third piece. Jack Fenton could make good fudge; she had to give him that.

Finally… Maddie wiped her fingers on a paper towel and broke the silence. “I’m very relieved that Elle found us safely and you three were able to spend time together. But you are back later than expected. And I’m sensing that wasn’t from just losing track of time. James, Danny, what happened?”

The woman asked gently, with no hint of accusation. And yet… dread dropped again in Elle’s stomach. 

The boys traded worried looks. “Well….” Jamie bit his lip, drawing out the word. “Skulker kidnapped me for Vlad.”

“What?!” Both adults exclaimed at the same time.

The boy winced. “Apparently the fruitloop was mad you haven’t been answering his calls.” He frowned at Danny.

“Of course I haven’t.” The oldest teen crossed his arms. “He just wants to rant about how much better he is than Dad. And how I should have joined him when I had the chance.” His voice drawled, a grating impression of Vlad. “And ‘Daniel, how is your dear mother? Has she left the oaf yet?”

“Danny.” Maddie cut in softly, pained eyes flitting to her husband. 

Elle’s gaze fell on the man and she winced. Instead of the happy, boisterous man she was getting used to, he was pale, face fallen and misty-eyed, like someone had shot his puppy. 

“Oh.” Beside her, Danny looked down guilty. “Sorry Dad.” 

“It’s alright son.” Despite the words, Jack Fenton did not look alright. But… he wiped his face, expression hardening. “James, son, did he hurt you?”

“No.. umm…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, he got in a few ectoblasts. And he slapped me…” The younger boy looked down, rubbing one of his cheeks.

A hint of Jamie’s discomfort and hurt brushed Elle’s consciousness and her core buzzed in sympathy. She understood. All too well. Vlad had yelled at her too, slapped her, and… done much worse. She shivered at the thought.

Across from them, Maddie sucked in a breath, a fire lit in her eyes. “That man…”

“I’m going to hurt him.” Jack’s fists clenched in his lap, shaking slightly.

“Jamie captured him.” Danny cut in. “In the thermos.” With a flash of light, the object appeared in his hands. He carefully placed it on the table.

Elle eyed it warily. “I still can’t believe you got him in that.” She said quietly, insides still twisting fearfully. Vlad was in there. In there, right in front of her and-

Meanwhile, both adults blinked, surprised by the sudden appearance. “Where did that come from?” Maddie pointed.

“From wherever my clothes go when I go ghost.” Danny shrugged. 

“Anyway.” Jamie continued. “That’s one less thing to worry about, I guess.”

Jack just stared at the device. “That’s the thermos I made for Vladdie for Christmas.” He then shook his head, face hardening. “How long can he stay in there?”

“Jazz had me stuck in there for a whole day once so he’ll be fine for a while.” Danny said.

“No, I mean… can he break out?” His eyes narrowed.

Elle’s gaze whipped from the thermos. That tone. He didn’t mean…

“Probably not?” Danny eyed the device dubiously. 

“Good.” Jack said darkly. 

And the clone girl gasped, taken aback. Where was the bubbly man she’d just meet? Or… 

“I want to bury that in the backyard and forget about it.” The man’s voice shook with anger. 

Her stomach turned, sour. Was this the vicious hunter she’d seen chasing ghosts at all hours?

“Punt it to the farthest corners of the ghost Zone.” His fists clinched, eyes sharp. “Shoot it with ever ghost weapon we’ve ever made.” 

Elle’s mouth was dry, her heart in her throat. What...

The man’s voice finally wavered. “He hurt my kids.” Something was glistening in the corner of his eye…  “He’s tortured Danny-boy. Made Jazzy-pants fight her brother. Just met Jamie-bean and already hurt him. And… and…” That something fell. And it was… tears. “He almost killed Elle-bug, before we even knew she existed. ”

Jack Fenton was… crying.

“He tried to kill Elle.” Jack’s shoulders shook. “I hate him. I want to make him pay. I want to hurt him but…” His voice lowered, a near whimper. “I can’t. I can’t do it. He was my best friend. This… this wasn’t supposed to happen…” The man trailed off, sniffling quietly

The words sank the room into heavy silence and Elle’s head swam. Jack was crying. He was crying… over her.

“We’ll figure this out Jack.” Maddie finally cut in, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “It will be okay. We wouldn’t let him keep hurting our family.”

Another silent pause. Jack lifted his head, meeting his wife’s eyes. Still watery eyes, he nodded and squeezed her hand. 

Then… he lifted his chin. Whipping his face, a determined gaze fixed on the three half ghosts huddled on the couch. “He won’t touch any of you. Never again. We’ll protect you.” Guilt flickered again, behind his eyes. “We should have been long before now. But we failed. We failed you kids. Especially you, baby girl.”

Baby girl… Something in her cracked at the affectionate nickname. “You didn’t… you didn’t even know about me though…” She looked down, wringing her hands. 

“We should have.” The woman emphasized, eyes serious. “We should have made Danny and Jazz feel safe enough to come to us about anything. This should have been your home from the beginning.” She shook her head. “We can’t do anything about the past. But we will do everything we can to make it up to you now.”

Just then, the oven timer beeped. 

“That’s the pizza rolls.” Maddie stood, walking over to the kitchen.

And Elle stared down at her hands, feeling her world turn on its head. The excitement, the kind words. The hug. The fudge. The nicknames. Promises of protection, a home. 

The girl sniffled, her core aching. It was too much. 

She barely registered the movement around her, mind consumed. 

…Won’t touch you. Never again. Protect you…

Voices speaking. “...idea… do with him…. Lab… for now…”

Your home from the beginning…  do everything we can to make it up…

The thump of metal against wood. Jack’s heavy steps, walking away. 

Your mom and me have been so excited. We already starting setting up your room and-

Movement in front of her. “Here’s… rolls.” 

Elle-bug. Baby Girl. Sweetie. Kiddo.

Red hair, kind purple eyes. “And… water.”

Mom and Dad said they want you as their kid.

“Elle?” 

The girl blinked, the word finally perforating her watery brain. Her eyes focused on… Oh. It was Maddie, kneeling in front of her. A small plate was offered to her from one hand, a cup of water from the other. 

Numbly, Elle nodded, reaching for the drink. A shaking hand enveloped the cup, pulling it towards her and… Water splashed onto her shirt. She dropped it.

In front of her, Maddie’s brow wrinkled… “Are you alright, sweetie?” with a motherly concern.

Elle broke. 

Practically throwing herself at the woman, she blubbered, cried. 

With a gasp of surprise, the woman hugged her back. “It’s okay. It’s just a cup of water.” She soothed.

No. No. That wasn’t…. She wasn’t…

“Do you… do you really…” Elle’s chest heaved, panting out the words. “Really want me?”

Silence. Maddie’s hushing cut off. The girl’s heart skipped. No. No. She’d done it now. She’d messed up and-

One hand reached, cradling the back of her head. “Yes. Yes, of course. We want you.” The sincere, intense conviction in those words… “You’re our daughter.”

“You’re our baby girl.” Jack agreed, strong but gentle arms enveloping her. “We love you.”

Love. They loved her. The words rung in her head. Impossible, unbelievable. They didn’t even know her and she didn’t know them. But…

Jamie and Danny moving to either side of her, their hands on her back, her shoulder. And… their conviction, determination. Her brothers loved her. They wanted her to be safe and happy and here with them. And…

Reassurance. A silence vow. This was true. It was real. Jack and Maddie. Mom and Dad did love her. They wanted to be her parents, this her home. And she could have it. Those things could be hers. If she could just have the courage to take them.

Elle cried harder, her core trembling. She… she wanted to believe but… Vlad’s red eyes, his sneaking face rang in her head.

You exist to serve me.

He’d… he’d been her parent.  He’d made her. He’d been her father. And… and he threw her away. She’d just been a placeholder, a failed proto type to him. Vlad had never loved her. 

So how could she believe…

But… Jack Fenton’s face, crying over her. 

“He tried to kill Elle.” Jack’s shoulders shook. “I hate him. I want to make him pay.”

Anger. Not because he hated ghosts inherently. Not because he personally felt betrayed but… 

He hurt my kids. His kids….. His kids. And… Elle counted in those, didn’t she?

The girl gasped, more tears coming. It really was too good to be true but… a touch of bravery from her brothers. It licked at the doubts, ready to burn them away. And…

Elle grasped the courage, fanning it into flame. “I… I want to stay.” She managed out. “I want to stay.”

The arms holding her tightened. “Of course you can stay. We… we want you to stay.” Maddie… Mom promised. 

“You’re going to be okay, kiddo. I promise.” Jack… Dad said.

The girl nodded, relaxing more into the hug, into the caring arms around him. Soft words, reassurances washed over her. Love made manifest. The longer she stayed in the embrace, the more calm settled. A much needed peace. 

Elle let herself believe her new dad’s words. She was going to be okay.

Note: Sorry for the rushed ending. I'd hoped to address where Jazz is; Jack and Maddie were supposed to get her when her younger sibs got back but they forgot. 😂 (Actually, I didn't want to add anymore characters to a full scene.) Also, the confrontation with Valerie still has to be addressed and the actual plan to deal with Vlad. Hopefully I can address that at some point. And maybe not with a three year gasp between chapters this time. That's it for now! 😅

But that's it for now. I really wanted to finish and post this before starting on my Ectoimplosion fic! I got my assignment tonight and I'm very excited!

[mysteryideasgroup]

Sophie's Clones (My New MSA X DP ocs sonas)

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Sophie's Clones and Juleka (My New MSA X DP ocs sonas) belongs to my new msa x dp ocs sonas Clones and Enemy

[dickarchivist]

To The Grave: A New Years Eve Q&A with the 404th

To celebrate the end of 2023, The Clones and Jedi of the 404th will be answering the asks that YOU send in! Ask them anything, and I mean anything! Sfw, nsfw, personal, anything you'd like!

*Anon will be active for the duration of the event, to encourage even the shy folks to ask their questions!

* No nsfw questions will be answered from anons to keep minors from sneaking in. If you're using anon to send an ask from a side account, you must include your side account's @ in the ask, no exceptions.

To The Grave will be live from 12'noon until 12'Midnight, Sunday December 31st, Pacific Standard Time.

Guests include:

CT-1313, Captain Ghost

ARC-1404, Phantom

ARC-1551, Specter

COS-1666, Banshee

CM-1789, Wraith

Jedi Master Dax'Malkin Valka, Zebrak

Jedi Padawan Athena Bello, Pantoran

And, Introducing the Marshal Commander of the 404th, Ghost's older brother and arch enermy...

✨️CC-1312, Marshal Commander Stone✨️

[anxiouspineapple99]

Hi Pineapple!!! This event is absolutely adorable, and I’m so excited to see all the sweet (and spicy) answers 😎

For Avery: what song do you associate most with her and Phantom? and when did she know she had feelings for him? (can you tell I ship tf outta these two?) 🥰

For Cam: since he and Gemma are so fun and chill, do you think it’s hard for them to have more serious conversations? how would Cam handle it the first time Gemma agreed to being his backpack for an outing? 👀

Thank you so much for sharing your blorbos with us!!! 💙💙

Sev my darling!! I love these!

Phantom is @dickarchivist boy from Grave Squad 💖

Gemma is @sev-on-kamino babe 💖

For Avery:

If you ask her, she’d say Brighter Than The Sun by Colbie Caillat. She thinks Phantom’s smile is warm like the sun 👉🏻👈🏻🥰

But I always think of Phantom and Avery when I hear Jada Facer’s cover of Love Me Like You Do

As for when? It was love at first sight for her. Of course, true to her nature she tried to deny it. But the moment Tommy poured his heart out to her, she couldn’t deny it any longer. She never really agreed with the “no attachments” aspect of being a Jedi, after all.

Also, I too, ship TF out of these two lmaooo.

Cam: Cam may give off the dude bro fuck boi vibes but he is super sensitive, and he is acutely aware of changes in Gemma’s behavior. So he is definitely good with having difficult conversations. He does get anxious during them and sometimes needs some reassurance after.

As for the first time Gemma agrees to be his backpack? Boy has zero chill. He is so happy he is practically skipping to the speeder. Once on the bike, he is so touchy feely. He’s caressing her thigh, he’s squeezing her hand, he’s checking in to make sure she’s comfortable.

Thank you for asking my loooove! 🩷🩷🩷

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Dearest mutuals.

I know I haven't posted a new chapters for a while, but I'm dealing with some personal stuff since November.

I had a ton of midexams, then I had the influensa. My grandmother was diagnosed with cancer so I took care for her with my husband while she is recovering from the threathment. Which is a great thing that she is okay now, but also super tiring both physically and mentally.

My dearest little bunny Comet passed away, and I miss my little pet very much. And to top that my usual Jan-Febr seasonal depression kicked in.

I'm not saying these as an excuse or asking for pity. I just wanted you know that I'm still working on the fic, I have an almost full journal about it.

I know my direction, the whole story all the endings and side plots already figured out. I only need time and some sparkle.

I wrote a few new chapters in January but they seem so soulless, this is definetly not the work I want ton post or be proud of. So anyhow, I just wanted you to know that Star-crossed will have the full story with an ending, and Heavenbound also will be starting in this year hopefully.

I am really hopefull, and excited to post it as soon as I feel the chapters are ready. ✨️💖

Thank you for following and reading my work! 💖💖

[elvesandlanterns]

Ghost Helpline part 3. Diana was shocked, hurt and elated all at once! “Your grandmother is Pandora?! I did not know that she even had a child! I am ecstatic to meet you Konstelacio. Oh my I call you cousin?” This was it! as far apart as the separation between Pandora and Themyscia may be Diana would take any family she could. The loneliness of childhood gnawed at her.

“Oh no! I’m not Pandoras Grandchild!” The girl crossed and uncrossed her arms into an X to show her dismissal, “She is a good mentor! And a wonderful family confidant! If anything she’s like my Nanny.”

Constantine began to sweat buckets.

Diana shouted, “Wait…is Pandora…” lips thinned.

“A ghost ? Yes”

- Tim stared at Konstelacio, she had begun to breathe deeply, averting her eyes from Wonder Woman, feet shuffling together. She was exhibiting shame. And Tim understood the feeling well, that you were too unworthy to even be held in comparison to someone else. Someone whose shoes you could never even dream of filling. “Do Demons have grandmas?” Uhhh speedsters.

“Yes”

“That’s so cool! Who’s yours?”

“I don’t know.”

Oh oh those golden eyes looked tired. As tired as Jason’s eyes had been after his first gala, Dick thought. They may have both been adopted but Jason was treated to so much contempt being from the streets, so much fake pity. /Oh poor kid doesn’t even know who his mom is./Dick knew Jason hated it all.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter.”

/It doesn’t matter Dick! Just drop it!/ the eldest robin frowned.

Damian tsked, “What about your parents? I would suppose even monsters need those? Also landing community service instead of some harsher punishment must mean you have some connection to authority in your ‘realm’ no?”

The little girl grinned, “Yes something like that.”

She has nearly everyone in the room duped, Constantine side eyed the Bats nearly. He knew that smile; a tad too wide eyes, a fraction to tight smile, the inexplicable about of understanding and kindness up until this point… this was the grin of a con artist.

- “I know quite a lot of important people! Why Pandora herself is my nanny! And my supervisor is my uncle.”

“Tsh- is that not a conflict of interest?”

“Doesn’t matter,” John wished he was allowed to smoke in space, “No more wasting time, now that we know you can help us what’s your price?”

“Hhhuuu what? Oh the price for the antidote will have to come later, after all you technically aren’t getting it from me. I’ll have to ask nanna and whoever else decides to help what the want. It’s only fair.”

“We see,” Batman’s low tone sounded. “And the dragon-“

Her hand stuck out shyly, “Tips are always welcomed tho…after all I am still providing a service.”

“We don’t …”

“It takes me a lot of energy and time to help you mortals so much. I’m so tired already.”

Batman’s mouth stilled, “We-“

A blur of red, “Oh are you hungry? Do you need anything? Let me get you a chair, snacks..”

“No no chair! Nothing is going threw that circle !” Constantine yelled, “Do you have any idea what could happen!”

“She’s a child!”

“She’s a demon!”

“Constantine is right.”

“Bats you can’t be serious, just look at her?”

“Flash we know your intentions are in the right place but we just can’t risk it! We also can’t risk not clearly defining what she considers a tip.” Zatanna signed how long have they been here, the girl looked harmless enough but something about her made her skin crawl.

“A favor would be nice! Especially from the red one!”

“See who knows what she could end up asking for.”

“Oh I see I’m sorry,” she looked down dejected, “ I do suppose no one carries favors for ladies around anymore hhhmmm and none of you have handkerchiefs? Awww”

“Why would you want something like that ?!?” Diana was horrified, her to be cousin was a child! No men, man, demon should be giving her favors to begin a courtship! “Flash!”

“Oh no no I wasn’t defending you to-“

“I know I know I just wanted one from you cuz you were nice to me.”

“That’s still doesn’t explain why you would ask for a favor as a tip?” Diana looked as the girl flushed in embarrassment. “I -I -I just want one to show my friends that’s all just to prove that I could get one that’s all! Uummmm cousin???” She hesitated regretful as soon as the word had come out.

“Oh I see are your friends giving you a hard time? Well I say the only one that would be appropriate to give you such a thing would be Robin… the youngest that is.”

The bats looked back at Damian oh dear lord sweat god don’t -

“Tch- here.”

Oh

Damian tossed a handkerchief towards the circle. “You just carry a handkerchief with you?” “Of course I do I’m not a heathen unlike you Drake.”

The toss was barely thrown in her direction when it disappeared entirely. “Where…”

“No worries I just put it in my inventory. Now then I’ll be on my way.”

“Wait!”

“Huh?” Big doe eyes blinked up at them all in confusion.

“The dragon! What about that thi- guy.” Hal scruffed out.

The girl brightened up, “Oh you don’t have to pay me anything for that! After all Aragon the one that broke his patrol. So I’m sure as soon as I send my report someone will come deal with it eventually.”

“Eventually?!” Hal’s hand hit the table, who was this kid?

“Well yes, tons of reports go in everyday! It is the INFINITE realms after all! Who knows when they’ll get to yours.” She shrugged as if it was all just a matter of convenience as if that very dragon haven’t terrorized and destroyed lives throwing its tantrum.

Superman chewed his lip, as this meeting contributed to drag on he had no doubt Aragon would continue to destroy everything in its path. “Wait what about your connection, surely you know someone that can help ? What about your supervisor uncle ?” Clark needed this to stop, he couldn’t even land a punch on this guy. Nothing worked and he was already weak to magic. This has to stop.

“Well I suppose I can but it’ll cost you.”

“Wait just a minute!”

“Do we even have anything you want?” Clark raked his mind over ideas in his head, for a tip all she had wanted was a handkerchief an old school way of showing off to her friends like any normal girl. “We don’t have much but I’m sure we could think of something???”

“It’s okay Mr. Superman.” Konstelacio lite up “I’ll just take something you mortals don’t really think about hhhmmm something small.”

Hal sighed as he leaned back, “You sure we can’t just give her a dog?”

“Ugh fuck this mate I need a light,” forget not being allowed to smoke up here all these idiot we’re getting on John’s last nerve, “Ugh drat! I could have sworn I had my lighter in my pocket.”

“Oh you mortals losing things in your own pocket. Oh that’s what I want in return!”

“A lighter? Smoking is -“

“I want your pockets.”

“What do you mean?”

The devil grinned, “Your pockets, empty them.”

#@starkcravingmad

[frost-queen]

Trembling (Padawan!Reader x Obi Wan Kenobi)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex–awesome–22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @automaticbakeryfreakshoe, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @october-leaves

“Again!”

Grunting echoed the words through your mind. Again, again and again. Over and over, running in loops. That was what your master demanded of you. His padawan constantly pushing herself to the limit. Closing your eyes for a moment, took you a deep breath. Drops of sweat already forming above your brows and upper lip. Tasting salty when you collected a lost drop of sweat from your tender lips. Opening your eyes again, held you the lightsaber near your face. With an encouraging nod from Obi Wan, gritted you your teeth. Your feet danced over the floor as you moved towards him, flicking your wrists as you guided the lightsaber at him. 

A crash with his lightsaber occurred, sending tiny sparks of blue off. You took a step closer to him, bringing your feet together, hearing the buzzing sound close by. It didn’t last long or Obi Wan brought his lightsaber down with yours, making almost a full circle. From there separated your lightsabers for a moment. You gulped, pushing your lightsaber down to where he was aiming. It clashed and again and again as you followed the movement of his actions with your saber. Blocking each turn of him. Obi Wan swung his lightsaber as you hastily ducked down, or you would’ve lost your head.

“Good job.” – complimented he you. Putting pressure on your toes, stretched you, your back in. Moving your saber behind you, blocking one of Obi Wan’s movements. Groaning loud, gripped you tightly on the handle, your knuckles turning white. Flexing your muscles, pushed you his lightsaber away from yours, giving you a bit more breathing area. He stumbled backwards, breathlessly. Wiping quickly more sweat from your forehead, received you an approving nod from him. You could already hear the words chiming in your head before he had spoken them out. – “Again.” – called he out, placing his left foot firmly forwards. He raised his blue lightsaber to you, forcing you to block it. 

Hit after hit, blocked you all his attacks with a counterattack. Keeping yourself shielded but not really fighting back. – “Fight back, Y/n!” – ordered Obi Wan, pushing you to the limit. Clenching your jaw, pushed you his lightsaber of yours. Letting your saber twirl once in your hand, readied you mentally to attack him. Attacking your mentor wasn’t easy. He knew all your tricks. All your bests moves because he altered them, shaped them. He knew you inside and out. He knew exactly what you were thinking right now and debating on what to do. He positioned himself out of his practice form, opening his arms.

“Do whatever feels natural. Let the force guide you, Y/n.” – gripping on the handle with both hands again, bend he a bit through his knees. Biting your lip, you felt a bit insecure. You knew you were always going to lose from him, he always outsmarted you. Of course he did, he was your master and you his padawan. His padawan he considered close bounded with. He considered you more than that, a daughter he never had. No, you couldn’t let him down, so you shook your insecurities away. You took on a fighting pose as Obi Wan was impressed by you. Running stealthily over to him, took you a leap. You jumped high, attacking him from above. Obi Wan’s mouth dropped, his eyes wide as he moved his lightsaber hastily up. 

His saber crashing into yours. You landed with a loud thud back on your feet, rotating your wrists to choose the direction of where to strike him. Left, right, left down, right up. You tried to not think much about it, just letting your hand muscles work for you. He never broke into a sweat as he easily waved through your attacks. It agitated you that you never had a chance. Going for him with much more intensity, tried you to unbalance him. It started to work as he had to move backwards, escaping your upcoming attacks. He glanced brief over his shoulder to see how much space he had before colliding into the wall. – “Y/n.” – breathed he out.

You wouldn’t hear it, glaring at him as you send your wraith on him. You wanted to win for once. Impress him so that he could be gleaming with pride. You wanted him to gush about your qualities. How much they had improved and that even he had not see you fight like this before. An advantage. That was all you wanted. Obi Wan clenched his jaw, moving his saber swiftly without hesitation in every direction to block your attacks. You kept slashing into him, feeling anger rise up. Obi Wan must have sensed it as for a split second his expression was surprised. – “Y/n!” – called he out loud, twirling his lightsaber, bringing it to shoulder length, pointed at you. 

With his other hand, held he two fingers out to you. A strong push of the force blew against your chest, causing you to snap out of the chaos forming in your head. Your hand with the lightsaber dropped, making you lose your grip on your saber. It clattered to the ground, retracting itself. Stumbling backwards were you suddenly aware of your surroundings. That dark cloud vanishing before your eyes. Obi Wan retracted his saber as well, straightening his posture. With one simple glance from him, knew you that he demanded to know what happened.

Sighing deep, bend you down to collect your saber from the ground. Slowly crossing his arms, wasn’t he letting you off the hook so easily. – “I got blinded, alright!” – forced you out, turning a cold shoulder to him. You moved away from him as Obi Wan reached his hand out to you. He kept you in place, his hand laying on your shoulder. – “Y/n…” – said he softly, turning your shoulder more to him. You followed, presenting yourself to him humble and ashamed. – “I got lost under the pressure…” – biting your lip, looked you away. – “I wanted to be like you. Less like me you know…” 

Obi Wan couldn’t quite understand what you meant with that. You exhaled deep. – “I wanted you to be surprised by my strength. See that I can be more than the predictable girl you teach. I… I wanted you to be proud of me, but… I…I messed up instead.” – you felt like crying. Blinded by your own gain. – “Oh, Y/n.” – spoke he out, pulling close for a hug. – “I am always proud of you. No need to be different.” – with a smile, hugged you him tightly back. The only father figure in your life. You squeaked when he smothered you in his embrace, squeezing you so tightly, it set your feet dangling in the air.

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Blaster shots fired all over your head, sending a rush through your body. Obi Wan Kenobi, your mentor fighting beside you. Two clones stormed towards you, forcing you to uphold your only shield of protection, your lightsaber. Swinging the saber around, cut you the blasters out of their hands. Another one that you spotted from near your left shoulder came in vision, shooting at you. You ducked down, grabbing a hold of the fallen blaster. Jumping to your feet, shot you first him. A gaping hole resting in his chest. Then you shot the two defenseless once’s near you. 

Since the blaster came a bit in handy, offered you to help out your mentor. Obi Wan raised his lightsaber ready to lash out. His eyes widened as the smell of burned filled his nostrils. The clone standing before him, dropped to the ground, a gaping hole inside of him. Obi Wan gaped at you as you shrugged your shoulders. He lowered his hands, motioning to you to follow him. You did, firing at some clones that came around the corner. It didn’t take long for the blaster to get jammed. Throwing it away, revealed you, your trusty lightsaber again. – “Stay close.” – hissed Obi Wan at you.

You kept low, sneaking through the empty corridors. A maze of corridors. Obi Wan and you worked like an oiled machine, taking down clones on your path. Obi Wan took a sharp right to a large incaving in the wall. A solid door blocking your way through. – “Think you can handle it?” – questioned Obi Wan with a smirk. You nudged his shoulder. – “Go!” – teasingly laughed you out. Obi Wan knelt down, opening the mechanism of the door. Pulling out some tools, trusted he to have his back. For a short period it was silent. Silence before the upcoming storm. 

Hearing only your own breathing and the beating of your heart in your throat. – “Brace yourself!” – shouted you loud, letting Obi Wan know clones had arrived. They appeared at the end of the corridor, blasters in the ready. You came standing more before your master, shielding him. – “I trust you.” – heard you him whisper proudly. Red shots came your way. Shifting on your feet, adverted you them all. Swaying your saber in the direction they came. In no case could Obi Wan get hurt. You weren’t going to let that happen.

Unable to move from your position were you forced to block as many attacks as possible with less counterattacks from your own. Holding your hand out, took you advantage of the force. Some clones dropped down, losing their balance. That gave you some breathing area. – “Getting there.” – called Obi Wan out, struggling to get the door to open. – “Work faster!” – bit you back, not losing your focus. At least six clones were firing at you. You managed to divert all their shots. Then. A brush stroke against the side of your stomach, followed by a burning feeling. Obi Wan sensed a slight hesitation, turning his head back to you. 

Gritting your teeth, continued you to work like an oiled machine. Blocking off their shots. – “Obi!” – shouted you out, noticing that he had lost focus. – “Right.” – mumbled he to himself, turning his attention back to the panel. The burning feeling increased as you knew you were injured. You just had no time to stand still and reflect on it. Certainly not in the presence of Obi Wan. If he so much as sensed through the mysterious ways of the force that you faltered, he would lose it. Forcing yourself to not think about it, hoped you he would never sense such a thing. Calling it out, were you channeling your anger on the clones.

“Yes.” – breathed Obi Wan out, the door swishing open before him. He took you by the wrist, pulling you inside with him. Pulling you aside and out of sight from the incoming shots. By the side, pressed he a button, the heavy door closing again with a loud thud. The last of the clones disappearing with them. Obi Wan breathed out deep, thinking it was a close call. You lowered your face, trying to catch a glimpse of your side. You sure didn’t want to see any red on your uniform. – “You alright?” – breathed Obi Wan out. 

Humming loud, shot you, your head up. – “Sure, why not?” – responded you, seeing him quirk his eyebrow up. Don’t let it show, don’t let it show. Said you to yourself, biting hard on your teeth. Walking past him, kept you, your natural walk, no indications of your injury. – “So, the plan.” – reminded you him, stepping behind a large panel with all sorts of buttons. Obi Wan came walking over as you motioned the stage was ready for him. Chuckling bend he down over the panel to observe the buttons and switches. – “Needing some glasses perhaps?” – teased you out, seeing him glare grumpy at you for a moment.

He straightened his posture, holding one hand over his chest as with the other one he stroke thoughtfully his beard. You swallowed nervously, feeling as if you were about to break in sweat. The pain getting almost unbearable, certainly now that you weren’t occupied. It was getting harder and harder to keep your mind off the pain. – “Are you sure, you are alright Y/n?” – questioned he, turning his head to you. You slowly nodded, keeping your jaw firmly tensed. – “I’m fine.” – laughed you out, trying to sound as natural as possible. His attention got drawn to your forehead where small drops of sweat had formed. 

“Shouldn’t you hurry up?” – called you out, poking him in the side. He turned his attention to the panel again. He hesitated a bit but surely pressed confident some buttons. A port opened as he could see it through the large window below. Just what he needed to secure the escape. – “Not bad for an old man right.” – joked he out, punching his elbow in your side with a smirk. The second his elbow hit your side; it send a wave of intense pain through you. A massive wave sending you down. – “Y/n?” – shrieked Obi Wan out, seeing you collapse to the ground. You shivered in pain, pulling your legs closer to your chest.

He knelt down to you a wave of information blowing him off his feet. You had lost all control you had over your pain, revealing your vulnerable self. With shock in his eyes, looked he up to your face. – “Your hurt!” – called he out. He didn’t need a reply from you, seeing the state you were in. He hastily pulled your uniform up, revealing your undershirt that had formed red. Pulling that up as well, inhaled he sharply between his teeth at the sight of your wound. Burnt flesh as it required of him to stay calm. He immediately pulled your shirt down, glaring at you. 

“You kept this from me!” – called he out, his voice roaring loud. He couldn’t believe you would keep this silent to him. – “I…” – shivered you out, curling more into a ball. That made him gasp breathlessly, fearing the worst. – “Dammit Y/n.” – grunted he out, moving his finger over his mouth. It took a lot of his strength to not lose his calmness over this. You were special to him, like a daughter. He felt his heart ache with yours. – “You…” – he sighed not being able to finish his sentence. No matter how much he wanted to yell at you in a panic that you had been reckless.

An alarm started to sound, making him panic. – “Just… just leave me here…” – breathed you out, cringing at the pain. – “Leave you?” – squeaked he out, losing it all. How dare you suggest such a matter. He would rather go down with you than leave you behind. – “I…” – he sputtered at the ridiculous thought. With trembling knees, took he a hold of your arm. He placed is over his neck, holding you carefully by the side. One way or another, he was going to leave this place with you by his side. – “Just hold on.” – bit he at you, biting away his own fears. Your breathing got shaky, worrying him more. He pulled you a bit against his back, laying your weight there. 

Your feet dragging over the ground, supported he you. Near the heavy door, seated he you down. He needed both his hands to fight those clones. With one press opened the doors, breaking apart in the center to the edge. There were still clones as from the darkness lighted up his lightsaber. In seconds moved he swiftly through the corridor, forcing his way through. Meanwhile had you lost all strength in your body. Your hands laying lifeless on your lap. Your head tilted slightly against the wall. The pain had numbed your body as you hardly felt it. A dangerous sign. – “Master…” – whispered you. – “Obi…” – breathed you out, your fingers twitching a bit.

Obi wan knelt before you, exhaling deep into your face. – “Y/n…” – asked he, touching your shoulder. When you gave no responded, panicked he. – “Y/n come on. Stay with me.” – forced he out, cupping your cheeks, your head moving lifeless. – “Stay with me.” – repeated he, biting a painful sob down his throat. – “Please…” – whimpered he out, forcing his loud sob out as well. You slowly blinked, hearing him sniff loud with a relieved exhale. He brought your head to his collarbone, cherishing you. 

Finding a bit of his strength again, picked he you up. Carrying you on his back, ran he as fast as he could back to the ship. He never wanted to feel so close to loss ever again. For a moment, he thought he had lost you. His heart ripped out of his chest with brutal force. Luckily it was still in place, but not an experience he wished to endure any time soon. He managed to get you safely back on the ship, tending to you there. From now on was he going to hold on tighter to you. Not letting you go through such an event ever again. For his heart could not bear it to go through it a second time.

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