#force sensitive fox

[adhd-coyote]

General Kenobi was antsy. It was hard to see, but vode were excellent at observing and translating body language. Something was making the General nervous.

Should Cody ask? The General wouldn’t keep something from them, right? He seemed to care for the clones, at least from what Cody had observed.

Cody would ask. It should be fine.

“General Kenobi, sir?”

The General startled—just barely—and looked his way. “Yes, Commander?”

“Are you…” Cody searched for the right word, “…alright? You seem… anxious.”

“Oh.” There was that smile, the small one General Kenobi used when he was trying to be reassuring. “I’m alright. I just…” His smile dropped, and his gaze turned distant. “I have a bad feeling.”

-

“I have a bad feeling.”

Cody looked to his left, where Fox always stood. Fox, who had a furrowed brow, a small frown, and a distant look in his eyes.

Cody tilted his head. “What kind of bad feeling?”

Fox’s frown deepened, before he sighed and shook his head. “I dunno. Just… bad.” He looked to Cody, relaxing ever so slightly when their eyes met. “Be careful during today’s exercise, yeah?”

“‘Course, Fox’ika,” Cody smiled and pressed their shoulders together. “I’m always careful.”

Careful didn’t account for a malfunctioning speeder bike. Cody was lucky the crash hadn’t taken his eye out, but he’d be laid up in medbay for a few days and have a wicked new scar.

They all started paying more attention to Fox’s bad feelings after that.

[phantasm-echo]

POV: you wake up in the middle of your own autopsy with force powers then immediately get brainwashed into falling to the dark side

I was reminded of the fact that I haven’t drawn inquisitor!fives’ autopsy scars in way too long so here I am, delivering a few too many Fives 💀

Anyway I know I don’t post much about the AU on here so props to anyone who knows what’s going on here even slightly, I’ve decided to nerf siren!echo (who WAS part of this AU yes I know quite random) but since him being turned into a siren kinda limits what I can do with him story wise he is now an AU of the AU.

That means the name I came up with for the au (dead mean walking/swimming or dmw(s) as I’ve been tagging it) is kinda irrelevant. I’ll just call this the inquisitor fives AU but if you have any AU name suggestions feel free to drop them.

Here are some of the major factors of the AU:

It gets worse before it gets better

(WARNING: there are quite a few heavy topics covered in the AU such as torture, dehumanisation and su*cidal thoughts, so pls read at your own discretion)

- fives wakes up in the middle of his own autopsy with force sensitivity, then gets brainwashed into falling to the Dark Side by Palpatine. As an Inquisitor, he does not remember anything about his life because those memories were blocked by Palpatine.

- Palpatine discovers that Fives is essentially immortal, and any injuries inflicted on him will heal no matter how bad.

- when echo gets rescued from skako minor, he is recalled to Kamino for experimentation, first of all so they can figure out what the Techno Union did to him, second of all to see how he survived his injuries. Nala se, who knows that fives came back to life, theorises that since he and echo were tube twins they share the “immortality”. He is kept on Kamino for VERY extensive experimentation where terrible things happen to him (cough vivisection cough lobotomy) and so never joins Clone Force 99 even if he did work with them on Anaxes.

- Fives in this time is sent out on many missions by Palpatine that involve him unaliving many people, and after the rise of the Empire he hunts a few Jedi.

- Fox, who throughout the war had experienced many blackout missions where he woke up afterwards covered in blood, is the last living Coruscant Guard commander. (Thorn dies, stone vanishes one day, Thire mistakes Vader for a Jedi and pays the price) Despite the best efforts of his son secretary Dogma (no way!?) Fox has very little will to live, is extremely depressed and borderline suicidal, he would like nothing more than to bite the dust, but still feels he has a duty to the very few remaining corries and so tries to keep it together (he is failing)

- one day Palpatine decides he doesn’t need Fox to do his bidding anymore since he has much better assets at his disposal (Fives), and decides it would be ironic to sic his pet clone inquisitor onto Fox. Fives still doesn’t remember anything, and only knows that Fox is responsible for the main scars on his body and believes fox is the reason he doesn’t remember most of his life, and so sets out to kill fox. They battle it out (ref to that one animation wip I posted) and fives is on the verge of killing fox (who didn’t really try to fight that much, like I said he would very much like to die and dying at the hand of the vod he “killed” seems fitting to him) when he gets a sudden vision of echo.

- all fives knows is echo is extremely important to him and must be rescued and that snaps him out of palpatine’s control. He knows he probably can’t rescue echo alone, and since fox has already been betrayed by the empire he decides “fuck it” and basically kidnaps fox and they run. They make a deal, that once echo has been found, Fives will put Fox out of his misery (fox feels that fives should be the only person to kill him, and only goes along with the plan because he refuses to let anyone else kill him)

- fox and fives proceed to go on an intergalactic road trip to “rescue echo” even though neither of them know how to do that. They become closer friends throughout, and fives slowly regains bits and pieces of the Before

- meanwhile during the destruction of Kamino, the bad batch stumble on echo and rescue him and he stays with them for a little bit before leaving with Rex

- meanwhile Dogma helps the rest of the remaining Corries desert, kills too many storm troopers, and tries to go after his buir fox and the bastard inquisitor who kidnapped him

This is the main stuff you need to know for the AU haha so if you’ve got new name suggestions I’m all ears ty!!

[cc1010fox]

Cody: Guys! Come here for a sec! Fox: It's not that big of a deal... Wolffe: What's up? Bly: What's going on? Rex: Is everything ok? Cody: Tell them what you told me. Fox: ...Are you serious that you don't feel it? Wolffe: Feel what? Cody: Tell them. Fox, hesitant: ...You know how you can feel a target moving, even when you can't see it? Wolffe, Bly, and Rex: What!? Wolffe: No! Bly: You can feel your target moving? Rex: Do you know what you're describing!? Fox: You guys really don't feel that? Cody: No, because we can't feel the Force. Fox: That's not what that is...is it? Wolffe: That's exactly what that is! Bly: Are you joking right now!? Rex: Be right back. I'm getting Ahsoka. Fox: Wait, no! Cody, jogging off as well: Kenobi will be able to explain it to you. Wolffe, opening communication with Plo Koon: Wait until my general hears about this! Bly, typing out a message: Aayla isn't going to believe it! Fox, glowering: Guys...

[flankittenstudios]

Happy Fox late day (10/10)!

Inspired by An Injury to One by @deniigi

[wantonlywindswept]

Definitely True Facts About Commander Vertex #3

He has negative Force bacteria.

[forgotten Fox AU tag]

"Midichlorians," Patches said, for the third time, his head in his hands. "They're called midichlorians."

"Tiny little buggers that live in your body," Jek scoffed. "I might have barely scraped by my biology modules, but that sounds like bacteria to me."

Patches whimpered.

Jek grinned and reached over to pat his babiest of brothers on the head. Their youngest medic really was too easy to rile up. 

Still, at least Patches was capable of taking a break on occasion, even if it was just to sit at Jek's bedside in the medbay while he recovered from a round of Force cleansing. He always felt a little like the mess hall slop after every session, squishy and mostly-liquid, though the effects had been lessening as the treatments went on. 

Turned out that working in close proximity to an evil Sith overlord for an extended period of time could be 'damaging' and 'harmful to the spirit', and as soon as the Jedi got the okay from Marshal Commander Thorn they'd instituted regular healing sessions for the Guard. Some of them weren't overly affected--the ARF division hadn't been allowed in the Senate Dome that often anyway, and the medics rarely left the infirmary, much less Guard HQ--but the majority of them were on rotating schedules to get their minds checked for Sith residue or whatever.

It was even worse for the Force-sensitives.

No one was more surprised to find Force-sensitive clones than the clones themselves, and a frankly unsettling percentage of the Guard tested for above-average midichlorian counts. That was just those who agreed to submit to the assessment, too--a lot of the Guard refused to do even that. It wasn't like they could be Jedi, and with the war over, what did it even matter?

(Except it did matter, a lot, because apparently evil Sith overlords could also drain the life force from sentients around them, and particularly enjoyed ones with the Force. Palpatine got a little tasty burst of power like they were some kind of energy snack, and it wasn't like the Guard weren't already exhausted anyway.

That kind of siphoning left even worse traces of Sith influence; Jek's cleansing sessions made his bones feel like wobbly gelatin, but Glitch's sessions hurt.)

"I bet Defib's m-count is the highest in the Guard," Jek mused absently as he watched their CMO stalk around the medbay between the beds--and the Jedi--with a scowl on his face. 

Patches lifted his head to give Jek a horrified look.

"Don't say that where he can hear you."

Jek, who lacked both bones and a sense of self-preservation, merely shrugged. Defib had refused testing, scoffing that he didn't need the Force to heal, but he wasn't named after a defibrillator for nothing: he'd brought more than one brother back from the brink of death against impossible odds.

Jek had his suspicions about Patches, too. 

Even with Defib hovering suspiciously over their shoulders, the Jedi healers--there were four of them, led by Master Rig Nema--moved around the medbay with an almost unearthly poise. Jek was more familiar with ordered chaos in the infirmary: medics shouting across the room to each other, rushing back and forth to see how far their meager supplies could stretch. The Jedi were quiet, coordinating with each other soundlessly while still seeming to be aware of everything else happening in the room.

The mesmerizing little dance wasn't even interrupted by the main doors opening, which drew Jek's attention to Commander Vertex stepping into the medbay. The commander had his bucket tucked under one arm, and sharp eyes surveyed the room in a quick glance.

Patches waved at Vertex, because he was adorable. 

Vertex waved back, because he was a sap.

Defib immediately veered off his self-appointed task of looming to intercept Vertex before he got too far into the room. They ducked their heads together in a brief conversation with far too much angry gesticulating on Defib's part, and the calm competency Jek had come to expect on Vertex's. Jek watched, fascinated, as Vertex managed to settle the fuming medic with just a few words and a gentle touch to his shoulder. 

Defib made a bitchy face, but he did seem to lose some of his protective bristling; at Vertex's nudge he sidled over to his desk in the corner of the medbay, dropping into his chair to finally take a break and...to angrily chew on a ration bar?

Incredible.

The Jedi, meanwhile, had continued on with their Force nonsense, which lasted up until Vertex tapped one of the healers on the shoulder and their serenity shattered with a resounding squawk.

The poor Rodian who made the noise spun around, flailing wildly, and would have fallen back onto one of the beds if Vertex hadn't grabbed her to keep her upright. The other three Jedi's heads snapped up in eerie synchronicity, startled expressions on their faces, and Master Nema took a jolting step forward before seeming to register what had happened.

In the frozen stillness that followed, Defib's sullen crunching took on a distinctive note of glee.

"Apologies," Vertex said. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"When did you even..." 

"How can we be of assistance, Commander Vertex?" Master Nema asked, stepping away from her patient to take the place of the still-baffled apprentice healer. Both she and Vertex smoothly ignored the disbelief radiating off the other Jedi, who were looking at Vertex like they didn't know how he had appeared. 

Jek wondered that sometimes, too, but it didn't bother him.

"Hey," he said, nudging Patches with his elbow as the two bigwigs conversed, "What do you bet that Commander Vertex has negative Force bacteria?"

Patches stared at Jek like he'd kicked a baby massiff, and then slowly sunk lower in his chair with a low, despairing whine.

So easy.

[lbibliophile-sw]

Hypothermia of the Soul

Also on AO3 [210w] @corrieweek - day 6: Force-sensitive clones @ailesswhumptober - day 9: hypothermia

It takes a few weeks for Fox to truly notice, but Coruscant is cold.

It shouldn’t be. Between the climate-controlled atmosphere and his temperature regulating armour he should spend his whole deployment in a comfortably human-standard environment. Yet somehow, a chill has crept its way in to settle against his bones.

Nothing seems to touch it.

Exertion or external heat sources leave him flushed and sweating without doing anything to thaw the icy numbness inside.

Blankets are more variable. The thin mass-produced ones of the medbay and barracks offer bare protection even against more physical drafts. Wrapping himself in the bright patchwork quilts made from scavenged cloth and thread, however, is enough to offer at least the illusion of warmth.

Body heat seems to be the only effective cure. A warm line pressed against his side, even through armour, and he is sagging against the vod beside him. An arm around his shoulders and a face buried in a neck – theirs or his own – and everything else fades away.

The cold is only truly banished when Fox finds himself buried in the middle of a vod-pile, limbs tangled together, the whole mass shifting to the rhythm of calm breaths. He sinks into the sensation like a warm bath.

[w31rd0-art1st]

Last line challenge!

I was tagged by the wonderful @orangez3st

This is the last line of something I'm working on and will hopefully be able to finish :3

Fox blinked a few times as he hit the permacrete, his head spinning and he could feel a headache starting to form. "Damn it!" Fox cursed, getting back to his feet and grabbing his now dented blaster. He watched Jetti slip away into the Streets. Damn it, why did it hurt so bad? His boots pounded the pavement, heavy and quick, as he tore in the direction his brother had gone. Every fiber of his military-trained instincts screamed at him to finish the job, to follow the order. He was a soldier. A commander. Force he wanted to scream in frustration at himself while another part of him felt relief Jet had gotten away.

Btw Jetti(Jet) is my force sensitive clone trooper oc!

Npt: @mereelskirata @adhd-coyote @pandawithawand @stardume @stars-n-spice

[elsgone]

Wolffe/Fox "I could tear you apart if I wanted"

Coruscant never really got that cold unless something drastically happened with the climate. However, Fox personally liked to keep his quarters very cold because he spent almost all day out in the sun with senators and ships that had next to no air-conditioning. 

Wolffe was the opposite, he would always come back to the barracks or into the ship's quarters, and he was used to sleeping in humid and heated environments. It became the only way he was able to sleep.

So whenever he visits Fox, he is a bit jarred by the colder air. He always shows up in all of his armor because he made the mistake once of just showing up with his arm guards, shin guards, and gauntlets when he walked into Fox’s office he froze on the spot.

His skin flared up with goosebumps and he would swear till the day he died that his muscles froze up for a split second.

So he had learned from his mistake and when his ship landed on Coruscant, Plo Koon had to attend to Jedi Council duties, he immediately made a beeline for his office. He knew Fox would be there instead of in his quarters because he always worked himself nearly half to death all the time even though most of the time it was just flimsiwork. 

No one was in the halls, not that Wolffe noticed, so it was a quick and easy walk from the landing pad to the senior officer office’s. He looked at the doors until he found the one labeled “Office-1010.”

He knocked on the door and when he didn’t get a response, he knocked again. Finally, the door opened and Wolffe stepped inside. When the door shut behind him his head jerked to the side as a natural reaction to the cold. 

He saw Fox sitting on his office chair with his legs propped up by the desk, datapad in one of his hands while the other was resting on his knee facing the door from just having opened it.

Wolffe felt the goosebumps starting to form on the back of his neck and his scalp. Despite how cold he was, the sight in front of him made his heart melt and made his mouth quirk up just a bit in a smile.

“Enjoying the view, Commander?” Wolffe was snapped out of his momentary warmth by Fox’s husky voice that carried through the room.

“I mean, I think you know how much I enjoy it, cyar’ika,” he responded, beginning to walk over to where Fox was sitting. As he made his way behind the chair he began massaging Fox’s shoulders. He visibly relaxed.

“How do you always know exactly where it hurts?” Fox groaned out, his head tipped back a bit, his eyes closed and the datapad lowering a bit to rest on his lap.

“Cause you always carry your stress in your shoulders and your arms. Thorn gets a pass since his weapon of choice of course has to be the heaviest and hardest to use effectively and on time but you just build it all up into here.”

 He annunciates the last word with a harder push into a particularly hard knot in Fox’s back.  Fox groaned and he went all but limp under Wolffe’s hands.

“Feel good?” Fox could hear the smirk in Wolffe’s voice.

“You know it does.”

“I could tear you apart if I wanted.”

“Mhm, but you won’t. Who else would be here to deal with your bitchin' and moaning?”

Wolffe shot out a huff of laughter at that. He continued kneading battle-torn into the shoulders of one of the only people in this entire god-forsaken army who bothered to understand him on a deeper level.

Despite how much Wolffe knew Fox would have no qualms with falling asleep at his desk. It's happened quite a few times. He knows he always sleeps much better on a bed and also it gives Wolffe a chance to get warm when he has to take his armor off. 

He leaned down to whisper in Fox’s ear, “get up and take your armor off.”

Fox turned his head slightly and a small smile formed on his face. “That eager to see me out of my clothes, mesh’la?” Wolffe smacked him on the back of the head lightly.

“Shut up and come to bed. I'm tired, you’re tired and I’m cold.” Fox laughed and Wolffe removed his hands as Fox worked the kinks out of his back and stood up.

He placed the datapad he had been working on down on his desk and started to remove his armor piece by piece. First his gauntlets, then his arm guards, shoulder guards, and bicep guards, placing them down by his helmet. He then removed his chest plate, belt, and codpiece. He put his foot up on the chair so he could remove his leg plates and knee pad and folded his kama over his armor pieces. He removed his boots and placed them by the foot of the bed. He was now just in his black and looked over to see Wolffe already staring at him.

He was already out of his armor, had stacked in an almost identical way to Fox, and was just, staring at him.

“Come on, di’kut. I know it's too cold for you in here.” Fox walked over to the bed he kept in his office when he couldn’t be bothered to go back to his quarters. Wolffe followed.

He moved the blanket away and moved over to the far side of the bed, against the wall. He knew Wolffe preferred to be the closest to the door and closest to his things so he could grab his gun easily if anything were to happen. He hated the reason for it but it gave him an excuse to be the big spoon and it kept Wolffe from having nightmares so he dealt with it.

Wolffe climbed into the bed and settled against Fox’s chest tucking his head under Fox’s chin. Fox pulled the blanket up over both of them and bent one arm to go under his head and the other to wrap around Wolffe’s torso. Wolffe sighed deeply and Fox could feel the vibration settle in his bones.

“You good?” He asked, meaning it mostly as a rhetorical question.

Wolffe mumbled in response and that's how Fox knew that Wolffe did this more for himself than for Fox, though it was an added benefit.

“Good.” Then he promptly passed out for the good bit of seven hours.

[lead-acetate]

Quin: *learns that Obi-Wan slept with Jango*

Quin:

Obi-Wan:

Quin: now? really?

Quin: what is it about Mandalorians?

Obi-Wan: fuck off, Quin

[fast forward to the point Quin realises re's in love with Fox]

Quin:

Obi-Wan:

Obi-Wan: so

Quin: *glares*

Obi-Wan: *crosses hir arms with self-satisfaction*

Obi-Wan: what is it about those Mandalorians, I wonder?

Quin: *flips hir off*

(this is actually a pretty accurate re-telling of young man came from hunting, come to think of it)

[annoyinglyhardsong]

Corrie Week Day 5!

Hello! This is a buy one get one free deal and my way of making up for the fact that I didn't get anything written for Day 3. Day 5's prompt was "Fix-It" and when I heard that I had two different ideas pop into my head. The first was Fox getting dad Plo involved to help the Guard get out from under Palpatine's thumb. I had read a few different stories where Plo was involved this way, and this was my first introduction to Plo Koon as a character where I truly knew who he was. The other was Fox and Thorn deciding that they've had enough of trying to get nat-borns to help the Clones and that if anyone is going to get the Corries out of the situation they're in it's going to be themselves. Both fics are completely SFW. Tags have been updated on AO3. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome! Divider by @saradika-graphics. Hope you enjoy!

[corrie-guard-things]

Corrie Week Prompt 6 - Force-Sensitive Clone

Word Count :

2938

Summary :

When something goes wrong on Coruscant, Thire discovers something about himself that he could never have imagined.

He has to make a leap of faith, and learn how to trust someone other than his siblings in the guard.

It is hard. But with Fox's support, he can do it.

Note :

I am NEVER writing Yoda again. Stupid backwards speech is hell.

Anyway, when I read the prompt i knew i had to make Yoda adopt Thire! I love the idea of the old frog showing up with a grown clone and being like "my Padawan this is. Have him, none of you can."

And I love writing the trust between guards, they all love each other so much.

@corrieweek

[phantasm-echo]

HAPPY STAR WARS DAY EVERYONE!!! For this special occasion (and the release of tales of the empire) I’m bringing back inquisitor fives hehehehe

[archivewriter1ont]

🤔,👻,💥, and 🛏 for the ask game!

Thanks for the asks! ❤️

🤔 Are there any new characters you want to write about?

I'm actually super excited about this! I just found out about the Febuwhump event, and one of the prompts is perfect for some new characters I've loved for a while but never written about. I'm a HUGE fan of the Pendergast series by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child (my next cats will be named Vinnie and Aloysius) and have been thinking of writing a short fic about D'Agosta's reaction to Pendergast's sacrifice in Book 5: Brimstone. That will be posted in February but I'm already working on it so I can have time to get it as close to perfect as possible!

Another new kind of fic I might try to write is for C.J. Archer's Cleopatra Fox series, because as much as I love her slow-burn, low-spice detective stories, we are in book 9 (NINE) and there has been no real emotional progress and only two brief kisses that Cleo overthinks for the rest of that book and the next. Richard is perfect for her but she just won't admit to her pessimistic (and sometimes toxic-feminist) side that he's not like the guys she's seen in the past. I listen to the series on audio, and during the last book people at work actually thought I was mad at my spreadsheets but I was really just mentally shaking this girl by the shoulders like "Open your eyes, ma'am!" So (deep breath, don't continue the rant)...I would love to attempt a fix-it sort of thing where I finally get the resolution that I want and they go on happily solving crimes together, whether her family disowns her or not. Her family isn't particularly likable to begin with, except for Flossy who is a funny little dear, so I don't see where that's a huge issue.

Summary: If I write a Pendergast fic, I just want him and D'Agosta to acknowledge that at this point they are blood brothers, maybe for Aloysius to fess up a little about why he's so averse to hugs, and for them to admit that they would die for each other since they have each actually tried to like twice already. If I write a Cleo/Richard fic, I just want an honest admission by Cleo that she was wrong about love and that marriage to a man who she fell in love with at first sight who lets her do as she pleases and who "gets" her at a level that her family never could, would maybe not be so bad.

👻 Is there a new genre you'd like to write?

I'd actually like to try my hand at...I guess it's not really romance, because of the simple fact that I don't like what most romance/romantasy novels contain (to each his own, but I'ma pass). But stories like in The Secret of Chimneys by Agatha Christie, in which the guy and the girl actually are perfect for each other and their souls mesh the minute they meet, like "Wow what took me so long to find you?" At the moment that's my Cleo Fox/Richard Armitage HC story, or Tech/Phee and Hunter/Sheona (OC) for the Bad Batch. In the case of the Batch, they all deserve a happily ever after. I'm just not sure how well I could write that kind of thing.

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Yes! I'm super excited about writing The Codex, which I've talked about a little already but will happily do so again at length. It's in the very beginning stages but I would love to get it done this year, especially with the TBB comics coming out!

Basic Idea: Near the beginning of the Clone Wars, Clone Force 99 is assigned by Commander Cody to escort Obi-Wan Kenobi to an unexplored Outer Rim planet. Their objective is to find an ancient Sith/Jedi relic that has been coming up in underworld chatter, an object known as the Codex. (It's actually a real thing in SW. The Codex focuses and enhances a being's Force potential but was lost for millennia.) Kenobi hasn't met the Batch before, but as soon as he does he senses something like Force sensitivity in Hunter.

Without prying too much, the general tries to discover what the sergeant's abilities may be as the mission goes on. (Think random questions and conversations regarding Force things about which Hunter has literally no clue. The poor sergeant thinks Cody gave them the crazy general, which he did, but for other reasons.) When they get to the temple, a dark Force user is already there for the relic and a nail-biting race for the artifact ensues through underground tunnels, light sabers and blasters lighting up the dark, like a crazy Preston&Child chase sequence. Lots of opportunities for the young Batch to prove their stuff as relatively new soldiers -- cave-ins and explosions for Wrecker, split-second thinking and obscure knowledge for Tech, and stuff to kill and make fun of for Crosshair. Hunter is dealing with his own issues because of the Force thing but he's also thrilled to be out in the field, tracking and getting the job done. (Another side effect is that Obi-Wan is in real fear for his life at one point, sees these boys causing chaos and destruction, having the time of their lives, and thinks that it should be illegal for that much energy and death-wishiness to be packed into four men. It's enough to supply the entire 7th Sky Corps but somehow they got all of it.)

The plot twist is that Kenobi is emphatically not the hero of the story. The Dark Force user takes the "room temperature challenge" courtesy of an unlikely person who used the Codex and surprised everyone, including himself.

I just think a Force-sensitive Hunter would be a fun character to explore, and I like the idea of the Bad Batch saving General-the-Sithslayer Kenobi. I also think that Obi-Wan would see the four young batchers (scrawny in too-big armor, fresh off Kamino, arguing amongst themselves with intense stray puppy vibes) and just go "Adopt" because he's been around Plo too long and it's turned up his own dad instincts. (If not precious kiddos, why precious kiddo shaped?)

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

Do AUs count as tropes? Because buddy do I have some stuff I've been thinking about. I love the Modern Batch AU my sister came up with; I also have plenty of ideas for an "Order 66 didn't happen (or if it did it didn't work bc Cody is awesome)" kind of AU. There's another one I've been thinking about, which I've been calling my Rescued AU, that also includes a Force-sensitive Hunter, but the Bad Batchers are much younger than the other clones, Ahsoka is older, Fives lives and Echo is never blown up, and Rex and the command batch figure out who the Sith Lord is early on in the war. Somehow this saves the galaxy and everyone lives happily ever after.

If not AUs, I think the "presumed dead" trope is fun (for me, obviously not the characters). It was done well in Brimstone and I've had a WIP called Glory and Honor that's been collecting dust forever, in which Cody is presumed dead after a terrible campaign that was caused by either Krell or Tarkin (still not sure if it's going to be an Umbara alternate or take place in a more original setting). Kenobi is distraught because he was wounded and taken from the field before Cody disappeared, and has no way to know for sure if the commander was killed instantly as reported or if he was left to die slowly in the carnage. Cody obviously survives and fights his way back to his Jedi and his men, and gets a good swing or two in on the bad guy responsible (which is why I'm kind of hoping it's going to be Krell, so I can have Cody kill him off as he deserves).

If you read ALL of that, I applaud you. I am notoriously long-winded😂Sorry!

[dragonrider9905]

Also find me on Ao3--DragonRider9905

Everything is separated by series

Canon

One Shots/Stand Alones

Hunter's Stress Journal

Clonetober 2022

Lessons from the Past Offer Hope for a Golden Future

AUs

To Be a Jedi (Hunter Force-Sensitive AU)

The Clone's Incomplete Guide for Navigating the Afterlife (We're Learning as We Go)

Technically, We’re in Love (Tech/OC)—Same AU as Broken, Not Shattered

Broken, Not Shattered (Crosshair/OC)(Hunter/OC)—Same AU as Technically

With You From Dusk till Dawn (Hunter/OC)

The World Where You Live (Hunter/OC) (Tech/OC)

Reader Inserts

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!

Feel free to comment and/or reblog. Would be much appreciated!

[varpusvaras]

The nights on Alderaan were a dark shade of blue.

Leia had seen nights on other planets. Most of the planets she had been on had moons that illuminated the sky even during the darkest hours of the night. Alderaan had none, but still, they had clear skies and countless stars shining down on them, and she loved the nights like they were.

Especially as the darkness made a very good cloak for anyone who knew where to step when sneaking around.

She wasn't the one doing the sneaking tonight, but she welcomed the cover anyway. She knew he was coming, even before there was a light knock on her door. Two-one-two-two.

Come in, she thought, and listened as the door slid open and then close, as soft steps made their way to her bed.

"Can't sleep?" Even asked quietly, as he climbed up next to her.

It was a rhetorical question more than anything. Even already knew that she couldn't sleep, and he already knew why.

"No", Leia answered anyway. "I had the dream again."

"Of the boy and the Suns?" Even asked. Again, a rhetorical question.

"Yes", Leia still answered, again.

It was not a bad dream. It was a good dream, actually. Leia liked seeing the boy, his light hair, bleached in the rays of the two suns, his eyes, just as blue as the sky above the sea of desert around him. He was always radiant, even more than the suns, and every time Leia saw him, she felt warm, like she had been standing there with him.

But every time she opened her eyes after the dream, all she was left was the feeling of the heat leaving her body, and doing so, leaving her only with the cold sorrow of longing.

Even always knew when Leia had that dream. She was almost sure that he could see it too, every time she did. Just like they seemed to know each other's thoughts and feelings, like they were whispers only they could hear. Leia had never felt anything like that with anyone else, and she couldn't bear the thought of not having him in her life.

But still, it felt like-

It felt like she was missing something. Someone. Like there was a violently torn seam on her side where Even wasn't.

Even took her hand into his, and tugged it lightly. She scooted over to him, and leaned her head against his shoulder. Even was already almost a full head taller than her, despite being several months younger. Leia didn't mind it too much, though. He reminded her of Papa and Buir more and more every single day, and she found it more comforting than anything else.

"You miss him", Even said.

"I do", Leia said. "I just- I have you."

It felt unfair, for both her and Even, for her to miss someone like that. He was her brother. It should've been enough.

"You do", Even said, calmly and patiently. He really was more like their parents, every single day, even like Mama. "It's alright. Buir has us, but he still misses his family, every single day. It doesn't mean he loves us less than he loves them."

That was true. Leia knew that the sadness and yearning she could feel coming from Buir wasn't because they weren't enough for him. They all occupied his heart just as much, but there were holes in it, holes that just weren't the right shape for Leia, or for Even, or even for Mama and Papa to fill back up. Leia understood that, but still-

"But Buir knows them", she said. "He misses them because he knows them. How can I miss someone I don't know so much?"

Even was quiet for a moment. Leia could feel him thinking, but for once, not the exact thoughts going through his head as he tried to figure out what to say to her.

"I think", he said, after a moment, "I think you do know him, already. Maybe you always have."

Leia's eyes burned.

"It's not fair", she whispered, trying her best to make the burning go away. It wasn't working, not that night. "It's not fair."

Even didn't admonish her, nor did he try and make it better by saying something to make her not sad. He just leaned down and pressed his forehead softly against Leia's, and let her pour her silent tears into the night.

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Part 1 and Part 2 of my Fox not killing Fives and instead killing Palps <3

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Fives' breathing as he slept was all that could be heard in what used to be Palpatine's office.

Good, that's exactly what he needed to be doing.

He's asleep against General Skywalker, head in his lap while his legs are draped across Kix, who was currently sorting through some paperwork while contacting every medic he can reach. Cody and Rex had left some time ago to clear out the natborn Guard officers with most of Fox's men, with the promise they would all return to have their chips removed. The medic, once he had been alerted with the rest of the 501st as to what transpired, had become Fives' guard dog while their senior officers were gone, scaring away anyone with his glare save for a frighteningly few specific people. The Corries working in other parts of the Chancellor's former office have been spared his grumpiness, although Fox suspects it's because of the caf he's been bribed with, along with the pity he's kept to himself.

The city moved, unaware that the Sith is dead.

Fox looked down at the weapon in his hand again, and ignites the blade. The red is gone, instead, it has changed into a light blue, reminding him of the kind Senator Chuchi, and he smiles for a moment. She was always checking in on the Guard, bringing them little pastries and caf that his men often tried to keep as long as possible, and one time stole him away to her embassy.

He remembers sitting among the trees that shimmered like glass, and loses himself in the memory before there's a cough behind him, and his mask slams back up, blade vanishing with a click. Skywalker is looking at him with an expression of genuine shock, and he can see Thorn and the others stiffen from where they were all around the room.

Kriff.

"Fox? What were you thinking of just now?" He doesn't sound angry, but Fox had heard a lot of the Jetti were very kind. "I wasn't prying, but I saw some sort of tree?"

"It was nothing, sir." Fox winces at the slight pitch in his voice, but does his best to get the general to focus on himself. "Won't happen again."

"Well, it's not your fault you don't know how to shield your thoughts...I didn't know you had the Force."

Oh no

"He what?" Kix has abandoned his work, and Fox hates the way he can feel the medic just staring. "I've not seen reports of a Corrie with it."

"There are others?" Someone asks from behind Fox, and the man isn't sure if he's supposed to react or not, so he remains passive.

"Of course, did you not know this?" The medic is now wriggling his way free, and Fives stirs for a moment before settling.

"We don't know a lot of things." Fox squared his shoulders, and shifts to put himself between his men and the medic. Kix doesn't have to curse out loud, just circling Fox a few times before glaring at the spot where Palpatine's corpse had been hours ago.

"I can't wait to tell Master Plo, he's going to be excited." Anakin has gotten the message no one speaks aloud and snaps his fingers. "Kix?"

"Yes sir?"

"Could you come and be Fives' pillow? I'd like to take a walk with Fox." The Jetti hums, and with a slight grumble Kix moves to do as such, Anakin pressing his fingers against Fives' forehead for a moment. "This will keep him asleep for a little bit longer." The medic nodded, and both he and Anakin miss the look Fox shared with his fellow brothers before dutifully following the Jetti out of the room and down the hallway. He despised being up on this level, but he and his men had full control of the building from Palpatine's office, and once everything was done, they'd burn it down for him.

Fox wishes he could see it happen.

"You can light the fuse if you'd like." Fox blinks, and sees that Anakin is grinning.

"Sir?" He wouldn't be able to, right? He's a liability and is grateful they're going to do this somewhere out of sight. Anakin jerks to a stop, and Fox nearly runs into him as the Jetti whirls around to properly face him.

"I am not walking with you to kill you." The Jetti sounds upset, which is just more confusing.

"I'm a liability, with no training in regards to the Force," Fox looks at the lightsaber in his hand, and holds it out. "I'm not afraid to die.

Sad? Yes.

Afraid? No.

The explosion of Huttese from the Jetti Knight is...impressive, but lost on the Guard commander, and he watches Anakin begin to pace back and forth.

I will not kill my men, they're all mine, ours, they are OURS.

Fox drops the lightsaber as the raw emotions seem to just come from nowhere, and he reaches out for the feeling.

He wants to be loved, to be cared for, to be happy like all their other brothers.

He's clinging to Anakin's robes when he comes back to himself, throat dry and head aching as the rage seems to have died down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push that on you." The Jetti looks worried, and Fox has to struggle to calm his racing heart. "You're not dying, I just wanted to see how strong your connection was to the Force."

Fox just jerks his head in a weak attempt at a nod, and realizes it's almost morning now. He can hear the Jetti rambling on about training and Kamino, but he's not registering the words as he stares out at Coruscant in a daze.

He wants to see Chuchi's trees and share them with all of his brothers.

Anakin catches the commander when he drops like a stone, knowing that dipping into the Force with enough power to probably reach the Jedi Temple was exhausting to someone who didn't know how to reign their minds in.

"Kix? Could you send some of Commander Fox's men to my location? He's really heavy."

"Right away sir."

The Jedi sighs, and wonders how he was so blind to everything, while in the same breath, stealing himself for what was coming next.

The Council was going to lose its mind.