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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year

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Starlight, Starshine; an impenetrable disguise

its finally happening! i came up with a name for this little fanfic/one shot series/whatever this is going to be! obligatory title is ripped from a steam powered giraffe song (go listen to starlight starshine, its literally sun+moon x reader core im begging you) anyways! Starlight, Starshine is going to be a collection of self indulgent writings between our favorite animatronic and reader! from multiple different aus, though it will mostly center around 2! one au thats "everything is fine nothing bad happens please i just want them ALL to be happy" and the other is a silly dumb idea of "what if reader who used to work at the pizzaplex takes eclipse home and repairs them and ect ect happens"! todays little fic is based off of that! im so sorry about the long authors note, i really need to make it a habit to shorten these but yk obligatory admin is not used to writing fics and theyre still trying to find their style in terms of writing so ! most of these one shots also arent going to be in order, due to the nature of this being a collection of writings for at least 2 aus so for the most part theres no need to read them all to understand a greater story!

Summary: Months after the reader brings Eclipse to their home and repairs them, sun and moon must get accustomed to their new environment. however sun has some plans...

Extra notes: this one is primarily sun centered, reader has a dog, author is attempting at comedy, not proof read we die like men so expect a few grammar mistakes and spelling errors, a lot of this one shot also contains more context and exposition (???) to the "Taken Home" au referenced above, author is not confident in their writing skills and hasnt written a full fledged fic in a year or two, author also isnt used to writing proper dialogue so take that as you will, reader is GN/typically wont be given pronouns due to authors general writing style/POV, he/they pronouns for sun and moon they /them for eclipse, really this is just an experimental piece with a vague idea i had last night, nothing too special more so an exercise to get me back into writing, author is still trying to figure out how to write personalities so these are very likely to be OOC

The first word that came to your mind when describing Sun was "odd". He looked odd, he acted odd, he had odd rituals that he carried out in your home. However it wasn't a bad kind of odd.

It'd been a few months since you took the former daycare attendant to your home, and repaired them. You had already grown close to the pair long before the closure of the pizzaplex, being an extra set of hands in the daycare. You didnt even know they were still active within the building when you decided to explore the remains; already taken on the form of Eclipse, who at the time of your discovery was trying in vain to clean the wreckage. Of course repairing them wasn't easy given you had limited experience in... basically rebuilding an animatronic; but against all odds you made it work! You let them take the guest bedroom, not that either of them used it; they would much rather spend their time hovering around you.

It took a lot of getting used to, for everyone involved, but you were all adjusting quite nicely!

Mostly...

You see, Sun didnt like being cooped up.. your home being considerably smaller than the daycare he was so used to. Leading to todays horrible plan.

"Sunflower," You said through lightly clenched teeth as you watched the sun themed animatronic tug on an oversized hat. He really couldn't be doing this... this wasnt going to work, no one is this dumb to fall for this plan!

The plan in question? Well, Sun thinks it would be a good idea to wander about outside in a "disguise" of sorts; said disguise consisting of the aforementioned hat, sunglasses, a face mask, and a entirely new outfit. Obviously, it looked at convincing as it sounded.

Sun hummed and spun on his feel to look at you, already putting your dog on a leash. "Yeeees starshine?" He asked as he scratched your dog between the ears. "This isnt a good idea," You mumbled as you watched him make his way to the door. "Nonsense! There's hardly anyone out, it'll only be a quick walk around the park!" Sun cheered.

The second word that comes to your mind when you think to describe Sun, is "stubborn", as when he made his mind up on something you can almost guarantee that he would follow through with the plan. So now, you were following behind him, keeping your eyes peeled for anyone who could see him. If he weren't so tall, or if he could tuck his rays in, or didn't emit a mechanical creak with every step he made then perhaps, the plan may have just worked... perhaps.. maybe..

No, it wouldn't, you can see his metal neck from where you were standing.

"Remember, only one lap," You reminded him as you succumbed to his will, much to his delight as his pace picked up just ever so slightly.

To his credit, he was right about not many people being out and about, mostly in part due to the fact it was still early in the morning. Just light enough to keep Sun in control, but just early enough for most to still be sleeping or still getting ready for work. However, the park wasn't empty, mostly it was early morning joggers; who thankfully didn't pay much mind to the two of you outside of giving a half wave as they passed.

There were even a few parents around with their small children walking with them; be it they were walking them to school or simply taking them to take in the early morning air... Sun's body seemed to perk up at the sight of the children, loudly greeting them with a good morning; leaving both them and the parents slightly bewildered at his high energy.

There were others, who had decided to also take their dog out for an early walk. The people once again weren't an issue, as they seemed to miraculously fall for Sun's disguise from a distance.

Their dogs weren't fooled, though. Multiple dogs began to bark and growl as they passed by. "Oh I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him!" was said a few times throughout the walk. Again, the owners somehow didnt seem to notice the fact Sun was an animatronic, mostly due to having to restrain their dog from lunging forward at him.

The closest call, however, came from Sun excitedly taking up an offer for someone to pet their dog. For you see, Sun didnt think far enough ahead to cover his hands, thus leaving his hands in clear sight. Add in the fact that the dog bit Sun as he leaned forward to pet them.

Of course, the man noticed, and before he could say a word or question, you blurted out that it was a prosthetic hand. Though, you're not sure that the man bought it, as he was now craning his neck up to look up at Sun's round, flat face.

He slinked off. Whether it be he didn't have the energy to deal with it, or he simply just didnt care, or somehow believed you, he left.

Thankfully, that last interaction happened as you and Sun were beginning to loop back to where you started. Before Sun could begin to beg for a second round around the park, you started to walk him home; hand in hand.

"Oh that was so so fun! Starshine we gotta do this more often, everyone was so nice, " Sun chirped as you approached your front door. In his excitement he had begun to skip in long strides, forcing you to speed up your walk to a light jog.

"Yeah, again... maybe we can go earlier in the morning? You know we cant risk anything, I mean, if I get caught with you I could probably get sent to," You trailed off as Sun suddenly shoved something into your hands.

A handful of flowers that he had pulled up from the ground, he must have grabbed them while on the walk. How did you not notice? Were you that nervous of being found out by others?

A third word to describe Sun would be sweet. Even through his oddity and stubbornness, he still thought of you. Always so considerate.

Now that you think about it, you realize this may be the first time Sun has touched a real living flower.

You frowned, slightly. It made sense, he wasnt permitted to step foot outside of the pizzaplex, and its not like many people were giving him bouquets of fresh flowers. Usually if they did it'd be the obviously fake plastic ones. Sure, sometimes the kids would give him paper flowers.

"Can we go again tomorrow?" Sun asked as he watched you fumble around with the cluster of flowers... some were weeds, but.. its the thought that counts.

"Of course, Sunflower," You said before you could let yourself think logically.

Well, there was no taking it back, now. How could you, when Sun quickly stamped his heels in excitement as he dashed inside your home.

Perhaps you'll pick some flowers for him tomorrow, too.

yeah idk about this one yall LMAO, i genuinely didnt know where i was going with this one nor did i know how to end it, if that wasnt obvious SOBS im so not used to writing actual stories, im so used to short scenarios and headcannons... gotta fix that anyways i still have a few more ideas i want to write, but! thats it for the first one shot for Starlight, Starshine !

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Fanfic Writer Wednesday

Friends, I would be extremely remiss if I didn’t remind you at least once a day how much I adore @raccoon-eyed-rebel and her stories.

When I search back through my #fic rec tag, it’s so blindingly apparent. She has written a lot of really fun, unique stories that always surprise me and often make me swoon.

Want to pretend you’re in it for the long haul and babies with Sy? Get in line behind Lara, aka @keanureevesisbae (as well as me, except i don’t want the babies) and check out Fixer Upper.

Want to know what it’s like to live in a house with EIGHT young Cavill characters? I mean, you won’t actually be living there, but like, you’ll get the drift and it’s amazing! Stop by 179th Crescent Street.

Need some Dom!August willing to share you with Dom!Walter? Under Orders is your jam. (Also, do me a favor and beg nicely for neighbor!Sy to make an appearance. Thanks.)

Her Masterlist also has an amazing vampire!Au with hints and promises of a little reverse harem action with four Cavill characters (Natural) and several one-shots that make it pretty clear Mike is her favorite. Until you come across this Walter gem.

Anyway, my point isn’t to list every single story available, but rather to remind you there are amazing storytellers out there who love and adore your feedback. They’d literally offer up a first-born child in thanks.

So find some free time, gather some snacks, take a gander at the list, and like, comment, or reblog. OR all of the above. It’s doesn’t take much. And it feels good to make others feel good. It’s okay if you only do it for your own endorphins.

As always...

#fandom is community #fanfic writer wednesday #fww #support your creators #support your local fanfic writer #toss la petite mort to your fanfic author #sharing is caring

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makethatelevenrings · 5 months

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Hey Honey! listen… this isn’t a request more of a question… it’s just that i have been looking for a specific fanfic for the longest time ever and i think you’re the one that wrote it! I will give you the description of it, can you tell me if it rings any bells for you?

ok so:

I read it here on tumblr! it wasn’t a reaaaaal fanfic… people would send ask’s for the author and she would make some one-shots for the same characters.

it had no use of y/n.

It was a Bruce x fem!Reader fanfic.

The reader worked in a jewelry store (i think), that’s how they met! Bruce was looking to buy gift for Alfred and mc was working front desk! Bruce ended up buying some gardening gloves for him.

Bruce had a female friend that was a model.

the last “chapter” that i read was Alfred POV, and he was thinking about Bruce and mc’s relationship.

Bruce and the reader tried to keep their relationship a secret but in trip that they took in a resort but a paparazzi took a photo of them and he released to the midia.

The reader eventually finds out that Bruce is batman.

The author also had another fanfic, but it was on ao3 (that’s why i think it’s you!!! i absolutely adore -and miss- “For All the Light That I Shut Out”).

That’s all I can remember! thank you so much for reading my long message! I just saw that your request are closed, i apologize if i am breaking some sort of tumblr etiquette (I’m new here! i’m still learning haha!)…It’s just that… well… it isn’t a request per say… just a question? (i will totally understand if you don’t answer me btw!!!) if it wasn’t you that wrote it, i am so sorry for wasting your time!!! Also!! thank you so much for what you’re doing for Palestine! it’s great to see that the Batman community supports Palestine while some big creators that refuse to talk about it!!!

love your work so much!!! good luck with your school work!!!! lots of kisses!!! 😘

hi bestie!!!! I loved reading this message haha

I knew EXACTLY what fic you’re talking about but I didn’t write it. However, it was written by one of my all-time, absolutely favorite writer @youvebeenlivingfictional I have read her masterlist over and over again. My best friend will literally text me “opening Old Dog again” and it’s like yeah bitch!!!! I get you!!!! I’m obsessed too!!!!

And don’t worry about sending in asks like this!!! It made me chuckle AND I get to talk up one of the best authors on this here hellsite? Amazing. 10/10, would reply again. MWAH.

p.s. I miss Lily and Bruce too lol, I’m begging my brain to work

#honey.txt

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. This is inspired by the video of him running after her. Because honestly, it just writes itself. (Sometimes I can’t with them, because if I had written half the things they do, I would feel like I’m making it up, but truly they’re just that way.) Hope you all enjoy!

She sighed as she turned back around when she had safely crossed the street, feeling deep in her bones this wasn’t going to be a quick detour. Sure enough, she saw her husband shaking hands with each member of the little group, their guards now moving quickly to follow him given all the tensions lately, leaving her alone with her trusty guard, a man who after all these years working together like this, she considers her friend.

Quickly deciding she wasn’t going to wait around for whatever this was to end, she turned to him and said, "come on. Let’s go," gesturing as she started to move again.

"But ma’am, I don’t think that’s a good idea," he cautioned.

"Why not?" She challenged, raising her eyebrow at him, using the skill she honed in all her years teaching unruly teenagers to make grown men wither under her gaze in seconds.

"Because the President won’t like it."

She laughed at that. "My husband is currently occupied singing folk songs with a random group of strangers. I get why he is doing it, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. He can catch up when he’s done. And if he really has a problem with it, you can always blame me."

"Yes, ma’am," the guard agreed, picking up his pace to follow her closely knowing he needed to be extra cautious with her - it would be one thing for them to continue on without him, but if something happened to her on his watch, well he shudders to think of the President’s response.

A few minutes later, the two of them heard what sounded like a large pack of men running, the pounding of several pairs of feet on the pavement a dead giveaway that some group was coming after them.

"Ma’am?" He began to move closer to her, ready to move her into the nearest alleyway, thinking it was a group of protestors, only to be interrupted by the sound of a loud, panicked "BRIGITTE?!?"

"I guess he’s done," the Brigitte in question smirked at the guard before stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and turning around to call back, "I’m right here, chéri!"

About that time they saw the little formation slow their pace as not to literally run into the two of them, and the guards part to allow Emmanuel to reach her quickly. Throwing himself at her, pulling her into his arms, he whispered into the crook of her neck where he buried his head gasping for breath from the exertion of the run combined with the panic of not knowing where she was "don’t ever do that to me again."

"You were occupied, for who knows how long, and I didn’t want to wait," she told him simply, running her hands reassuringly down his back, trying to calm him down.

"But you can’t just take off like that, unprotected. Not right now -"

"I wasn’t unprotected, I had a guard with me."

"One guard is not enough, Brigitte. I can’t lose you, I can’t - nothing can happen to you, do you understand me?" He asked squeezing her tighter, almost painfully.

"Chéri -"

"No! No, ‘chéri’ this or ‘mon cœur’ that. Just until all this calms down a little, I can’t have you taking chances and doing risky things because everyone knows you are my weakness. And you are, Brigitte. God, I don’t know what I would do if someone hurt you, much less if something worse happened. I can’t lose you. I can’t -"

"Okay, okay," she soothed, feeling he was on the verge of tears, "it’s okay. I promise, I’ll be careful, mon cœur. Okay?"

"Okay," he nodded as he pulled back, feeling the crushing weight on his chest lift a little.

"Just as long as you do the same," she begged looking him in the eyes so he could see all the fear she was carrying too.

"Of course," he replied, knowing she carries these weights and burdens too. "Now come on, let’s head home."

"I thought you still wanted to walk?" She asked confused at his sudden change in demeanor.

"Right now, all I want to do, is to be alone with you."

“Home it is, then,” she smiled at him, slipping her hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze as she leaned over to press a long, loving kiss to his cheek.

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Hahaha Emmanuel running after Brigitte will forever be one of the sweetest and funniest things!

The bodyguards reactions hahaha

But Emmanuel being all worried with Brigitte, the sweet potato 🤧🥰

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

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saikolikes · 2 years

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The brooding angry ugly vent of a self-demanding fic writer

Hello dear spam-bot infested website,

giving how you’re supposed to be a blog-like thing and don’t have a very annoying 280 characters limit and no one truly follows me here, I’m choosing you to listen to this very silly vent of mine as I have literally no one else I feel I can talk to.

Given how you may never know with the internet, I still feel compelled to add that everything I am about to write is strictly personal experience, it’s how I feel, it’s something I need to take off my chest, definitely something I should talk about with my therapist but I don’t have enough money to see them more often than I already do and there definitely are more important matters to discuss in therapy right now in my life. So. Tumblr it is.

I am not looking for sympathy. I am not looking for validation. I just need to vent.

Today I read a fanfic so good it made me angry and sad and pretty envious. This is what all this is about. It’s not the first time it happens. (In the case the author ends up reading this as we might be mutuals on here: you’re a wonderful person and a very skilled author, this is not about you, it’s about me, I just need to air my thoughts).

Why? Because I thought: “oh Lord I will never be this good, I will never write something so deeply visceral, emotional, well-thought and well-worded.” Again, not the first time it happens. It’s something I’m very familiar with and that has been sticking with me for a major part of my life now. It’s a really ugly feeling that instantly murders any motivation I have to do the things I love. Not just kills, but murders. (Ah-ah)

Often times when I read (it happens pretty much just with written works and fanworks especially, maybe because I perceive them as closer to my experience than anything else) something that’s just so good and by chance it happens to deal with themes, characters or moods I also write about or have written about—bang. I get all worked up, a sad sack of feelings and envy. And I know envy says more about the person feeling it than it does about the target, I know that envy should be a signal of what we’re unhappy about. I know all that and so far it hasn’t helped.

I already know or suspect the source of everything, it’s just that I don’t exactly know what to do to fix it. It’s been for very long now that I haven’t been satisfied with what I write and how I write it, and I simply don’t know how to get better. I don’t even know exactly what should be improved to be honest. There’s just a lot of me not knowing things, which I hate, and me not having a single soul I feel I can share my doubts with, which I also hate. Just a very icky combination of two factors that tend to destabilise me in other areas of my life. It just hits differently when it’s coming from something you love so deeply.

“Oh but you should write for yourself and enjoy yourself.” I beg to differ. This is something I’ve always disagreed with a lot. I don’t do this to get praises, even if they’re always appreciated. I do this because I want to tell a story, because I have something to say, and I want to share it with the public. I wouldn’t go out of my way to publish fic if I was satisfied with just writing them—they would be sitting in my hard disk if that were the case. As a lot of them do, by the way. I know the difference between a story I write solely and purely for myself and a story I write because I want to publish that. They’re different. They feel different. They are born differently. This is how I function.

Praise or the lack of it truly isn’t the problem, although I recognise it can amplify everything in the way lack of feedback can do. Publishing a story is a form of communication. Communication is an act that has two directions, it needs a receiver to happen and a feedback from the receiver to confirm they got and understood the message and sometimes fic writing feels like screaming at the void but this isn’t what I’m talking about. It’s a part of my harrowing on the matter but not the prime source of it.

I already know that I am the source of the problem. Even if I already improved a lot compared to when I first came back to fic writing, when I used to really obsess over stats and engagement and all that. That stuff affects me a lot less now and I can enjoy writing and sharing something that doesn’t get popular and simply go with the flow and be contempt with it. As long as I am satisfied with it. That’s the big catch.

The problem is that I’m a perfectionist and when I see something that’s done exactly the way I aim for in my works and pushes buttons I also wish to push… I short-circuit. Ugliness takes over. I can’t help looking at my present and past works and feel they lack everything I try to convey with them. I feel that they’re not compelling to read. That they’re boring. Unoriginal. Standard. Nothing special. Not emotional as I intend them to be and sometimes, I go as far as feeling that style and vocabulary (which I also struggle a lot with) aren’t the problem but that the ideas and concepts are the problem, that I won’t ever be able to come up with something that truly has a stranglehold on people and these thoughts poison not only old works but especially current ones that I still have to finish. Further adding to the fact that I tend to seriously lose motivation over time the longer something is in progress.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect to be good”, “it doesn’t matter if it’s not properly original, as long as you’re having fun”, “you can always get better.”

I know. It doesn’t help. I’m doing it for the fun but I’m also doing it because I have something to say and I care a lot less about people enjoying it or praising me than I do about my own personal standards because I’m a goddamned perfectionist. I am the one that needs to be satisfied about what I write first and foremost. But I keep finding myself at ground zero every damned time, with a shitload of very ugly feelings towards myself and no idea how to make them go away or improve in what I love to be at least a little more satisfied. But, well. I am already aware that it’s a personal problem more than an objective problem, this is everything this big stupid rant was about.

I don’t know if I feel better but I sure feel a little less like exploding. Gonna blast some sad as fuck music and let everything flow.

Thank you for reading if you’ve come this far.

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ambrosialdesire · 2 years

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The only people that get to keep my art are the ones that commission me. Even then, you are not allowed to sell the art without my permission but otherwise than that, you can do whatever you want with it.

Again, no bullying or unwanted criticism is needed or wanted! I do NOT care if you don't like the self-shipping sonas or my art style or the oc designs or the kind of art I make. I draw for fun/practice and for the hobby of it, that's completely it hehe

More art rules will be added if needed.

#ambrosial rules #rules #yandere

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king0fcrows · 2 years

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This post is wank about fanfic porn

Just straight bitchy wank about porn without a ton of nuance because it’s a vent post

You ready for the wank?

I hate going to the a/b/o tag and having to wade through fic after fic that each have the characters give a 15 minute long diegetic spiel about how “I am definitely super consenting thank you for being so super Good (TM) and not fucking me during my last heat even though I was literally begging you to—loooool that’d be so Bad Wrong we def have to talk about consent first in this porn fic about feral nasty fucking in an fantasy world driven by overwhelming biological need to fuck *right now*—it *toooootally* doesn’t completely defeat the spirit of the trope in the first place!”

Like, how did the entire trope BUILT around dub con end up being flooded with people *super uncomfy* with dubcon?

Like—yeah, you have the right to write however you want and there’s no “correct” way to do fandom and subversion exists (and honestly I’m sure I’ve even read some of these fics early on and enjoyed them for being thought provoking/well written)—-yada yada yada

But in my *personal* opinion, here on my personal blog:

God it gets old to constantly see subversion of the trope more than the actual trope *you like.*

Especially when the fic is only suppose to be a PWP.

Why not just go write a fic where someone gets accidentally roofied and are NOT taken advantage of by their partner?

Again, why bother to go straight for the trope where “mind obliterating need to fuck RIGHT NOW in a dirty bad thoughtless manner” is part of the core premise and then just completely ruin the momentum of your sex scene—because the idea of your character behaving Badly for 4,000 words makes you squirm?

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monako-jinn-stories · 3 years

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Crosshair X Fem!Reader FanFic

It Started With a Vacation

Yall have no idea how good it felt to have ideas and be able to write again. I will admit, I’ve written much better before, but I’m happy with this!

Main Master List

Story Master List

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fifteen - SFW/PG

Chapter Fifteen - NSFW/18+

Chapter Fourteen

It was a little more than a standard week since you’d gone to Scipio with the Bad Batch, and since you’d kissed Crosshair. Well, more like he kissed you, and then ran away. You’d be lying if you said it was the only thing you could think about, though. While it was constantly in the back of your mind, there was something else on your mind. Something you were currently arguing with Kwol about.

“If I have to go, you have to go, Kwol” you said, folding your arms to imitate the holo projection of a man in front of you.

“But they’re so boring,” he complained.

“Believe me, I know. But at least you have someone to go with,” you shot back.

“You can always take Sans,” he countered.

“Sans would let it get to his head, and then I’d have to deal with that,” you said while rolling your eyes. “Look, it’s literally just for the night. Ahni is already going, and I doubt she’ll let you get out of it.”

“But who will watch the kids? You can’t babysit Ringo and Tayah, so I’ll have to stay here.”

“Ask Mrs. Dure. She loves when they visit the bakery,” you suggested.

“She loves it until they make a mess.”

“Look, you’re going, whether you like it or not. You’re not getting out of it.”

“This isn’t fair,” he groaned, letting his arms fall to his side.

“What isn’t fair is the amount of complaining I have to hear from you. Look, I gotta go, me, Ahni, and Padmé are dress shopping and I still need to get ready. I’ll talk to you later,” you said. “Have fun,” he responded, and the two of you said your goodbyes before you ended the holo.

Next week was the celebratory dance for the leaders and senators of planets that are aligned with the Republic. You, as the queen of Dohbar, were invited to go. Kwol was also invited since he was the king, but like you, he didn’t want to go. You weren’t really one for formal occasions, and especially not ones where you had to be on show as a queen. You had tried to think of everything to get out of it, even begging the council to send you and your battalion on a mission, but Codo had seen right through your plan. Him, being the lovely buir that he was, made sure that you wouldn’t escape this, much to your annoyance.

You heard a ping from your data pad and nearly jumped across the room to grab it. You had been constantly talking to the Batch ever since they dropped you off, and they had yet to talk to you today. You opened your messages, but frowned when you saw it wasn’t from them. Instead, it was from Codo.

“I hope you have fun dress shopping, my child :)” he had sent.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but to smile at his message. You knew he was only adding to the teasing, but he meant it with love.

“I hope you have fun thinking about how miserable I’ll be,” you sent back before you tossed your datapad to the side and started to get ready for the day out shopping.

You weren’t really a fan of shopping, but Ahni and Padmé had insisted you go. You had tried to tell them that you would just use one of your old dresses, but they nearly burst your eardrums when they screamed their disapproval.

~~~

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard! You’re a queen! You can’t rewear dresses!” Padmé had said, looking at you incredulously.

“It’s just a dress? And who would notice, anyways?”

“There’s always people who will notice,” Ahni had pointed out. “And this is a perfect excuse to have a girls day! I haven’t done anything fun in Maker knows how long, especially not with you since you’ve been at war.”

“I think I’d rather be at war than dress shopping, or going to this dance,” you had grumbled to yourself, earning an eye roll from both of them.

“Jedi,” they’d groaned at the same time, earning a chuckle from you.

~~~

You made yourself a quick breakfast before heading to the refresher to get ready. Even if you didn’t want to go, you’d still make sure to look good. While you were doing your hair like you always like, there was a knock on your door.

You finished up and went to open it, seeing Ahni and Padmé standing there excitedly. Despite not being a huge dress fan yourself, seeing these two so excited was making you dread this a little less.

“Are you ready to go?” Ahni asked, practically bouncing where she stood.

“Just about,” you replied, stepping aside to let them in.

“It feels like forever since I’ve seen you both, today’s going to be amazing,” Padmé said as she followed you in.

“Oh! I have some things that I need to tell you guys about today,” you said, a grin slipping over your face.

“Things? What kind of things?” Padmé asked while sitting on the edge of your couch. You smiled and bit your lip, turning slightly to look at her over your shoulder. She caught your expression and her face lit up.

“Y/n! Is it a crush?” She asked giddily.

“Maybe…”

“Ohhh who? Who is it? Do I know him?”

“I don’t think so, but Ahni does,” you said, and Ahni gave you a confused look.

“I know him but she doesn’t?” She thought for a moment before her eyes went wide in shock. “It’s not Jake from school on Dohbar, is it?”

“Maker no! He was always a jerk to me! I still hate his guts!”

“Good, he’s still a prick as well. Kwol refuses to give him a higher rank in the military, not just because he hates him, but he also hasn’t earned it.”

“I’m not surprised, he could barely listen to the teachers in school, let alone follow Kwol’s orders.”

“Enough about Jake, back to your crush. Is it someone else from school?”

“No, he’s not even from Dohbar, but he has been there,” you said, giving her a slight hint. She still looked confused so you smiled and shook your head. “I’ll tell you later when we’re out.

“Hurry up! If we take too long, we won’t have enough time!” Padmé said impatiently. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your lightsaber, clipping it onto your belt before slipping your shoes on.

“Okay, I’m ready to go now.”

“Finally!” Padmé said, jumping up and grabbing you and Ahni to drag you out of the door. “I already have three shops I want to visit, I know Ahni said she had a few, and of course we will most likely see more places while we’re walking around.”

“Padmé-“

“Oh! And I really want to check out some suits, you know, for the boys. Anakin won’t be there, but I’d still love to buy him one.”

“Oh yes! And you guys can help me choose Kwol’s suit!”

“I don’t think-“

“Yes of course! Are you thinking of matching him, or no? I don’t really see you as too matchy of a couple, but perhaps a little bit?” Padmé suggested.

“I was thinking the same colors, but maybe different shades? He tends to look good in dark purples, and I could do a lighter one.”

“Ahni-“

“Maker yes! It would look radiant with your beautiful red skin! His suit could have gold trimmings-“

“GUYS!” You yelled, finally gaining their attention. They looked at you, startled, and you just folded your arms over your chest. “You’re going the wrong way. The elevators are over that way.” You motioned with a thumb over your shoulder towards the other end of the hall. The two of them exchanged glances before meeting your gaze.

“Oops,” Padmé said.

“We might have gotten a little distracted…” Ahni added. You just rolled your eyes and motioned for them to follow you. You went to the hangar, and as a plan to ensure that they didn’t get more than they needed to buy, you suggested you’d walk.

“I won’t be able to carry everything if we walk!” Padmé complained.

“If you remember, we are out to each get a dress, not a wardrobe,” you reminded her.

“This is going to be a long day if I can’t buy at least five things,” she groaned.

“This is going to be a long day in general,” you mumbled to yourself. You led them down to the streets, and Padmé immediately dragged you into the first clothing shop you saw.

“This is ridiculous. Why are we being sent? Can’t they just use their precious Coruscant guard?” Crosshair complained from his bunk.

“The Coruscant guard is going to be patrolling the outside, they want us on the inside, mixing with the guests,” Hunter explained for what seemed like the thousandth time since they’d found out what their next “mission” was.

“They don’t really expect us to wear suits, do they?”

“Yes, they do. This is a formal occasion. If we are to blend in with the crowd, we will have to wear suits,” Tech said from his bunk.

“How are we supposed to carry weapons with suits on?”

“We simply hide them on the inside. It’s very simple, Crosshair.”

“I can’t exactly hide a rifle,” he countered.

“You’re not carrying your rifle, you’ll be carrying a D-17 and a vibroblade,” Hunter stated.

“This is ridiculous, I don’t want to go. We’re not guard boys. We’re soldiers, we should be out in the war, doing something useful.”

“We are well aware of how you feel on the situation, as you keep reminding us,” Tech said, looking over the edge of his bunk to glare down at Crosshair. The sniper merely spit his toothpick at him, earning an even deeper glare.

“Clones, that aren’t the Coruscant guard, being sent to mingle with uptight rulers of the Republic and their precious senators. You know how that sounds? Ridiculous.”

“Well, there is one upside you might find,” Hunter said, to which Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“I doubt that.”

“You wanna tell him, Tech?”

“Y/n will be there,” Tech pointed out, and that gained Crosshair’s instant attention.

“How do you know that?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at his brother. Tech raised an eyebrow at him and waited a second before he responded.

“Because she’s the queen of Dohbar? A Republic aligned planet?” He said in an almost questioning tone. Crosshair looked at him with his own questioning look before processing what Tech meant. He internally kicked himself for not realizing this, and making a fool of himself for forgetting.

“Right. She’s the queen of Dohbar,” he said, wanting to face palm.

“For as much as you claim to like her, you don’t pay much attention to her,” Hunter stated.

“I do pay attention, I just forgot that she was a queen and that Dohbar was a part of the Republic,” Crosshair defended.

“Next thing you know, you’ll forget that you like her,” Wrecker joked.

“Oh, I don’t think he’ll forget that. Not if you hear what he mumbles in his sleep,” Hunter said, throwing a smirk at Crosshair.

“I don’t talk in my sleep!”

“Oh really? Tech has a recording that might prove otherwise.”

“No he doesn’t,” Crosshair said, looking up at Tech who had a sly grin on his face. He watched as Tech tapped a button on his datapad and a recording started to play. In the video, Crosshair could barely be heard mumbling “I love you princess, you’re all I think about cyar’ika, just want to hold you in my arms, just want to-“

“Enough!” He said, jumping up and grabbing the datapad. He quickly deleted the recording, earning chuckles from his brothers. His face was a furious red as he resisted the urge to snarl at them all.

“I hate you all,” he grumbled, storming out of the room.

“If you leave the ship and go to the temple, give y/n a kiss for us!” Wrecker called after him. A few seconds later, Crosshair peeked around the corner and threw something into the room. They all looked at it curiously before they realized what it was. Wrecker shrieked and Hunter yelled Crosshair’s name while Tech told them to quickly put their helmets on. The smoke bomb went off, and Crosshair chuckled to himself from where he stood outside the ship, waiting for them to run out.

“What the kriffing hells, Crosshair?” Hunter said as he emerged.

“Just wanted to make sure you know what happens when you tease me,” he said smugly.

“Throwing a smoke bomb into the bunks is not an appropriate reaction,” Tech said while removing his helmet. “Now we can’t be on the ship.”

“Well, I guess we’re going to have to go out and look for some suits anyway, so we can use this as an excuse to go now,” Hunter said, earning more groans from his brothers.

“We have to go shopping?” Wrecker groaned, dropping his shoulders forward in a slouch.

“Hey, the GAR isn’t going to supply them for us, so get over it,” Hunter said. “The quicker we get this done, the better it will be. We need something to do anyway. Like Tech said, we can’t be on the ship, thanks to Crosshair.”

“Well at least you’ve learned your lesson now,” Crosshair stated.

“I have found some local Coruscanti shops that have wide ranges of options,” Tech said while looking at his datapad. “Prices are not a concern either, we can simply bill it to the GAR.”

“I suppose we’re walking?” Crosshair asked, and the others looked around at each other and shrugged.

“Sounds fine to me,” Hunter said.

“If we have to,” Wrecker added disappointedly.

“It’s not that bad, Wrecker. This won’t take long either, it’ll be nice to walk for once.”

“Yes, and it will be easier to see more interesting shops on foot,” Tech added.

“We’re not going on a tour of the city, Tech. We’re going to get suits and then go back to the ship,” Crosshair said. Tech scoffed at him before looking at the others who also shared unamused expressions.

“Y/n would love to explore with me,” he mumbled, brushing past them and leading the way into the city.

“Oh! Look at this one!” Padmé said as she grabbed a horrifyingly ugly dress. “Isn’t this just gorgeous?”

“Yeah,” Ahni said in her best fake tone.

“It looks like someone skinned a Wookiee and dyed the fur pink,” you said bluntly.

“Y/n!” Ahni said, giving you a serious face, though it looked like it was about to slip as her slips threatened to form a smile.

“What? I’m just being honest. Padmé, really, you have better taste than that.”

“I suppose you are right,” she said, looking at it again before she put it back. “Have you seen any you like yet?” She asked you.

“No, not really,” you said, scanning the area around you.

“Well, we’ve seen all of this shop, should we go to another one?” Ahni suggested. You groaned at that, and leaned back on the wall behind you. It was only 1300, you’d left at 1000 and you'd already been to 5 shops.

“Don’t even give us that attitude, y/n. We’re staying out until you find one you actually like. Not just one you decide to get because you want to go home.”

“I wasn’t going to try that,” you said defensively, and Padmé gave you a disbelieving look. “Really! I wasn’t! I might not want to do this, but I want to look and feel good.”

“Well, let’s go then. There’s still plenty of places we haven’t been to.”

“Can we get something to eat first? I want to sit down and have a break,” you asked.

“Sure, I’m hungry as well,” Ahni agreed.

“Alright, I guess we can take a break,” Padmé said. “Dexters?”

“Of course, where else?” You laughed, taking the lead.

The walk there wasn’t long, and when you walked in, you were greeted with a warm welcome.

“Well what do we have here? Y/n Jinn, Senator Caree and Senator Amidala, it’s lovely to see you again!” Dexter said, looking out from the kitchen.

“Hey Dexter! Great to see you again as well!” You said, leading the girls over to a booth. FLO rolled over and took out her notepad to take your orders.

“You guys need a minute to look, or are you getting the usual?” She asked.

“I think the usual is good,” you said.

“Three Shawda club sandwich meals coming up,” she said. “I’ll have your drinks out in a minute, ladies.”

“So, you told us earlier you had some things to tell us, and it happened to be about a crush,” Padmé said, looking at you eagerly.

“Yes! And that I know him but Padmé doesn’t? I still don’t know who it could be,” Ahni added. You hid your smile by taking a sip of your water FLO had just placed down. You set it down and met their expectant gazes.

“Well? Tell us!” Padmé said, growing impatient and causing you to laugh.

“I’ll start with a few hints,” you said, setting your elbows on the table. “Like I said before, he’s not from Dohbar.”

“That doesn’t help much.”

“He’s unique, not like any person I’ve ever met before.”

“Okay, you’re bad at giving hints,” Ahni said, folding her arms.

“What? I'm not wrong,” you defended.

“Everyone says their crush is unique and unlike anyone they’ve met before. Give us specifics!”

“He’s tall, handsome, and he has this way about himself. It’s like he knows he has my attention.”

“If right now is any kind of indication, he has no idea because you’re terrible at being straightforward,” Padmé commented.

“Fine, fine! He’s a soldier-“

“You like a clone?” They both said, eyes going wide.

“Yes, is there something wrong with that?” You asked, your voice becoming a little more accusatory than intended.

“No, of course not!” Padmé said.

“It’s just, don’t they age quicker? I mean, what would that mean for a relationship?” Ahni asked.

“It means I’d have to make the most of the time I’d get with him,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “Besides, remember Canu Ger is researching their aging anyways. He might be able to find a way to slow it down.”

“I still don’t trust him,” she said, “I mean, he’s a Kaminoan deserter. I don’t trust the Kaminoans, what if he’s spying on us for them?”

“Ahni, how many times have I told you, I can’t sense anything but the truth from him. He’s perfectly safe to have on our planet. And he genuinely wants to do this, especially since he knows how close I am to Sans, Hex, and Steele.”

Ahni remained silent, and you could sense her hesitation.

“Look, it doesn’t matter if she likes a clone, I just want to know who it is, and what battalion he’s in,” Padmé said.

“He’s not in a battalion. He’s a part of a special clone force-,” you started before Ahni cut you off.

“Oh my maker! I know who it is!” Ahni said, covering her mouth with her hands.

“Who’s your guess?” You asked, quirking a brow at her.

“You like Hunter!”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but you’re wrong. Plus, I said he’s tall,” You said. She gave you a confused look before speaking again.

“Tech?”

“Nope.”

She held your gaze for a second before realization hit her and she smacked her face.

“Of course you like Crosshair.”

“Crosshair?” Padmé questioned you.

“Yup, his name is Crosshair. He’s a part of Clone Force 99, or as they call themselves, the Bad Batch. They’re genetically enhanced clones.”

“Ohhh, that’s what you meant by unique,” Ahni said.

“Yeah, but also just him in general, his personality. He’s a unique person.”

“I’ve never heard of Clone Force 99. What do they do?”

“They’re mainly just sent wherever the GAR wants them. They’re very efficient, much more so than regular clones,” you explained before adding, “don’t tell my men I said that though.”

“Will I ever get to meet him?” Padmé asked.

“If things happen how I want them to, then yes. But no promises. Remember, I am still a Jedi, and he is a clone. There’s…not much chance for anything,” you said, turning your head as Dexter brought your lunch.

“I hope these are still up to your standards,” he joked, and you eagerly grabbed one and took a bite.

“Y/n will eat just about anything you make,” Ahni laughed.

“What? His food is good!” You said with a mouthful.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoy it,” Dexter chuckled before waving and going back to the kitchen.

“Back to this clone,” Padmé said, “I’m sure if you really wanted it, you could have something with him.”

“Do you think he likes you?” Ahni asked.

“Oh, I know he likes me,” you said.

“Did he tell you?” She asked excitedly.

“No, but it’s obvious that he does,” you replied.

“How obvious?” Padmé questioned.

“Well, he kissed me-“

“HE KISSED YOU?!” They both shouted, causing the diner to go quiet and everyone turn to you.

“Shhh, and yes!” You whispered, causing them to cover their mouths in excitement.

“What was it like?”

“Was it long?”

“Was he good?”

“Was there tongue?”

“Padmé!”

“What? I’m just asking!”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“There wasn’t any tongue, Padmé. It was short,” you said, before you grimaced. “It was too short.”

“Wait, how short was it?” Ahni asked.

“Maybe like a second or two? And you won’t believe what he did after either.”

“Oh no, please tell me it wasn’t anything bad,” Padmé said.

“He ran away. Like, I didn’t even see him leave. It was a short kiss and then he was gone.”

“What? You’re joking!” Ahni gasped.

“I wish I was. But, I’m not surprised about it, either. He’s…complicated. And so are his emotions.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s too much to get into right now, but he struggles with expressing how he feels, and he’s very cautious,” you explained. They nodded, not pushing the subject.

“Are you guys ready to go back to shopping?” Padmé asked, turning giddy again.

“If we have to,” you sighed.

“Oh, stop it! You were having fun earlier!” She said, furrowing her brows at you.

“Yeah, looking at that hideous dress was so fun,” you joked before standing. You paid for your meals, said goodbye to Dexter, left a nice tip, and let Padmé lead you back to the shops.

After a while, both Ahni and Padmé had found dresses that they liked, but you still hadn’t found any. You didn’t even know what you were looking for or what you would want, so all you could do was wander around until something caught your eye.

“What about this one?” Padmé said, holding it out for you to see. You looked at it and shrugged your shoulders, not taking a particular interest in it.

“It’s okay.”

“Maker, you’re killing me,” she grumbled, putting it back.

It was getting late, almost dinner time and you just wanted to give up. You still saw no problem with wearing an old dress, but each time you began to suggest it, the others would shake their heads and drag you off to another shop.

“I’m telling you, it would be easier if I just-“

“No! You’re getting a new one, this day will not be wasted,” Ahni said.

“It wasn’t wasted, you both found dresses.”

“Wasted for you,” she clarified.

“Fine, I’ll make you a deal then,” you said, leaving the shop to find a new one. “I’ll look around in one more shop, and if I don’t find anything, I’m leaving and wearing an old dress.” The two others looked at each other before rolling their eyes.

“Fine,” Padmé said, “but I’m choosing the shop.” You nodded and let her lead you around. As you walked, you instantly began to put together where you were going.

“Padmé, please don’t tell me we’re going where I think we’re going,” you said, stopping and folding your arms.

“If we’re going to find a dress, it will be there,” she responded, motioning for you to follow.

“But it’s so expensive, and for what? A dress that I’ll wear once and never again? I know I’m a queen and I have money, but I don’t need to waste it on clothing. I can use it for good things, like helping buy relief supplies and donating it to good causes.”

“This is one dress, you’ll still have plenty of money to use for good,” she countered.

“Let’s just go look and see. You might not even find anything,” Ahni added.

“Alright,” you said, giving up and following as Padmé led you away again. When you reached the shop, you immediately felt like this was where you would find a dress. Your mood changed, and you became excited to look.

You walked around, eyes scanning for the perfect dress. Ahni and Padmé watched as you wandered, making quiet comments about dresses they wanted to come back for another time. These dresses were stunning, they were the best ones you’d seen all day. From simple sleek styles to intricate beaded designs, it’s no wonder why they were so convinced you’d find one here.

“So, can we talk about Crosshair again?” Padmé asked as you searched. You paused, looking at a dress before responding.

“There’s not really much more to talk about,” you replied, moving on when the dress wasn’t the one.

“What’s he look like?”

“Well, he’s tall, slim, he has this soft silver hair-“

“Soft? How do you know it’s soft?”

“He may have stayed with me one night, and I played with his hair to calm him from a nightmare.”

“Wait, he stayed with you?” Ahni nearly squealed. “Like, you shared a bed?”

“You know this isn’t the first time I’ve shared a bed with a man before?” You said, raising a brow at her.

“But this is different! You like this man! It’s not like you sharing a bed with one of your troopers to comfort them.”

“Actually, he was there to comfort me. It was after the battle where I was shot-“

“YOU WERE SHOT?” They both yelled, looking at you as if you were speaking Shyriiwook.

“Why didn’t I know about this?” Ahni asked, looking at you incredulously.

“I must have forgotten to tell you,” you said while shrugging.

“You forgot to tell me you were shot?”

“Would this be a bad time to tell you I nearly died as well?” You asked hesitantly.

“YOU NEARLY DIED?! Does Kwol know about this?”

“Maker no! If he knew, you would have known as well. He can’t keep his mouth shut for anything.”

“How long ago was this?” Padmé demanded.

“Not that long ago…”

“And were you ever going to tell us?”

“Probably not,” you shrugged. “Look, I’m fine now, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters!” They said at the same time.

“What if you would have actually died?” Ahni asked.

“Then I would have died and you would have known. Look, it’s not a big deal.”

“It most certainly is a big deal, and we will continue this conversation later. Right now, we’re here to look at dresses, and I don’t want to ruin the fun by arguing.” You merely shrugged again and went back to looking at the dresses.

As you moved around, you felt a pulling force coming from farther back in the store. With your curiosity piqued, you followed the pull. When you reached where it was, you gasped as you saw the dress.

“Kriffing Maker almighty, this is gorgeous,” you said, reaching out to grab the hanger. It was a beautiful silver dress, the style absolutely stunning and perfect. Just looking at it, you knew if you put it on you would feel like the most powerful and confident person in the galaxy.

“Oh, wow! Try it on, y/n!” Ahni said, pushing you towards a changing room. You went inside and undressed, quickly slipping it on and covering another gasp when you looked in the mirror. It fit your body perfectly, making your natural shape that much more beautiful. You walked out, and both Padmé and Ahni’s mouths dropped.

“What do you think?” You asked, spinning around for them.

“I’m so glad I dragged you out here,” Padmé finally said, a wide grin covering her lips.

“You look so amazing! I just know everyone there will be stunned into silence,” Ahni added.

“Maker, I love it so much,” you said, looking in the mirror again.

“Are you going to buy it?”

“Yes! It’s too gorgeous not to get! Even if we didn’t have this dance coming up, I would buy this just for the hells of it.”

“Oh, I’m so excited!” Padmé said, bouncing on her feet. You laughed before going back inside and changing into your normal clothes, carrying the dress to the front. As you walked, you heard familiar voices and immediately froze.

“Ahni, would you be able to take this up and pay for it? I’ll give you my credits, I heard some people and I want to go talk to them,” you said, handing her your stuff.

“Sure,” she said, taking it from you. “Just don’t be too long, we want to get back.”

“Oh, so now you guys don’t want to be out and I do?” You joked before walking to where the voices were.

“Come on, Cross. The sooner we find one, the sooner we can go back to the ship,” Hunter’s voice said from around a clothing rack.

“You don’t think I’m looking? This is the last thing I wanted to spend my time doing,” Crosshair shot back. “Why don’t you just go look for your own and let me be?”

“Fine, whatever you want,” Hunter said, and you heard his footsteps grow quieter as he walked off.

“So, what’s a clone doing in a suit and dress shop? Are these the new GAR regulated uniforms?” You asked, walking around and startling Crosshair. His eyes were narrowed for a second before he realized it was you.

“Well, it seems your little dance that’s coming up needs special guarding, so we’re being asked to provide it,” he said, rolling his eyes at the thought.

“I guess you’re another person that would rather not go,” you laughed.

“We could be doing better things, but there is one plus side to going,” he said, turning to hide the smirk that played over his lips.

“Hmm, and what’s that?”

He looked over his shoulder, raising a brow at you and chuckling.

“Oh, wouldn’t you just love to know, princess,” he teased, fingers trailing over the suits as he walked by them. You followed, your eyes catching on the suits that his kept roaming over.

“Should I make a guess?”

“You can, but I won’t tell you if you’re right.”

“Why? Because you don’t want to admit I’m right?”

“Who said you would be right?” He asked, stopping and turning to look at you again. His eyes sparkled at you, and you felt yourself wanting to fall into them.

“I think the one plus side is that you’ll see me there,” you said. He raised a brow at you, holding your gaze before his eyes wandered above you. He moved forward, getting close to you and reaching up. You had to tilt your head back to look at his face, and your breath hitched when he glanced down at you.

“Pardon me,” he said, “I think I found something I like, and it happens to be behind you.” He gently wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as he grabbed the suit that had caught his attention. It was a lovely dark grey and red, almost matching the exact tones of his armor.

“I think you would look amazing in that,” you said.

“Oh, I know I would,” he cockily responded.

“Really? You’re that sure?”

“Want me to prove it?”

“Actually, I do,” you said, folding your arms. You watched as he went to the dressing room, and waited for him to come back out. When he did, it took all your strength not to marvel at him.

“Seems like I was right,” he said, noticing your stunned reaction.

“I never said that,” you responded, earning a chuckle from him.

“You don’t need to say it, your face says it all.”

“Well, then I don’t need to say how handsome I think it makes you look.”

When you said that Crosshair had to internally fight himself to not fall apart at your compliment. The way your eyes roamed him was driving him insane. He went back inside and changed out of the suit, walking back out with a new confidence.

“Since you’ve seen me in my suit,” he said, “can I see you in your dress?”

“No!” You immediately responded, surprising him with the sudden outburst.

“Why not?” He asked, confused as to why you reacted that way.

“Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the dress before the wedding?” You teased, smirking and winking at him. Crosshair, being the man he is, kept his outward expression unfazed, but internally he was dying at your insinuation of a wedding between the two of you. He’d never thought of marriage before, he’d never even thought of romance before he met you. And now the idea of a wedding? Was that something he’d actually want? If it was with you, he didn’t think he’d mind at all.

“Wedding?” He asked, “so you want to get married now?”

“I never said that, but I might not be opposed to it,” you said, taking a slight step forward. He copied your action, smirking down at you.

“Careful, Princess. Getting married isn’t very Jedi of you,” he said, leaning closer.

“Mmm, I’ve never been much of a traditional Jedi, have I?” You asked, wanting to close the now very short distance. You were close enough that you could feel his breath on your lips, and you swore the tension was thick enough to cut through.

You held his gaze before a small smirk played over his lips. His eyes turned mischievous before you felt him push you back into the wall behind you. You gasped out as he leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours as he placed a hand on either side of your head. You had to reach up and grab the front of his undersuit to stop yourself from falling, your knees feeling like they could give out. His breath fanned over your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Y/n? Where are you? We’re about to leave,” Padmé called across the store. You groaned slightly, letting your hands fall from Crosshair’s undersuit while he pulled away and chuckled at you.

“Is the Princess upset she didn’t get what she wanted?” He teased, finger tracing your jawline to your chin and tilting it up to meet his gaze.

“Watch it, snarky,” you shot back playfully.

“Or what?”

“You don’t want to get into something you can’t handle.”

“Oh, I think I can handle you,” he replied smoothly.

“You sure? I’ve had plenty of people try, but they haven’t gotten far. What makes you think you’re better than them?”

“Because I can do this to you,” he said while holding your gaze before a small smirk ghosted his lips. He leaned down again, but instead of connecting your lips in a sweet kiss, he playfully bit your lip and tugged it slightly, causing you to let out a little gasp. He straightened up, taking in your flustered state and smirked at you before walking back towards his brothers.

“I’ve never seen your face more red, or seen you this speechless,” Ahni joked as she appeared by your side. You blinked a few times, pulling yourself back to reality before looking at her.

“Oh, shut up,” you said, face flushing more as you turned around and walked to where Padmé was waiting to leave.

“Who were you talking to?” She asked, handing you your dress.

“Oh, just Crosshair,” you said.

“Crosshair? He’s here?” She said while looking past you. “Can I go meet him?”

“Not right now, you can wait until the dance,” you said.

“You’re taking him as a date?”

“No, he and the rest of the Batch are going to be there as guards.”

“Guards? What about the Coruscant guard?”

“I have no clue, I only just found out when he told me. Not that I’m upset about their decision,” you said, looking back over to see if you could catch a glimpse of him as you left.

“I don't want to wait that long to meet him,” she complained.

“It’s only a standard week, you’ll live,” you replied while rolling your eyes.

“I guess, if I must,” she said.

“Come on, I’m cooking dinner tonight, and you guys are helping me,” you said, changing the subject as you began to make your way back to the temple.

“Stemau and ebruah?” Ahni asked.

“Of course! What else would I make,” you laughed, earning eye rolls and giggles from them.

For the rest of the night, you chatted and caught up, explaining your “getting shot” story further, and earning more remarks about how this was important information to tell them after it happened, not keep hidden from them. Eventually, they went back to their places for the night, and your mind wandered to Crosshair again. You decided to give the Batch a comm call, having missed the rest of them at the shop.

“Y/n!” Wrecker said when he answered.

“Hey Wrecker! How are you?”

“I’m great! We got suits today for that dance, I can’t wait to go!”

“Well, I think you’re one of few people I know that is actually excited,” you commented.

“You’re not excited? But you’re going to have so much fun! Especially if I’m there.”

“I don’t doubt that,” you laughed.

“Is that y/n?” You heard Hunter’s voice in the background.

“Hey Hunter! How are you?”

“Could be better, but not awful,” he said. “I heard Crosshair ran into you at the shop.”

“Yeah, quite literally a few times,” you said.

“Well, hopefully he didn’t make a fool out of you,” he joked.

“Of course he did, he’s Crosshair. He loves making me flustered.”

“He told us you wouldn’t let him see the dress before the wedding. I wasn't aware you two were that far already.”

“We’re not!” You said defensively. “Not that that would be a bad thing.”

“Better tell him that, I think he’s already in the honeymoon phase.”

“Shut your mouth, di’kut,” you heard a snarky voice comment. “Don’t listen to him, he’s a liar.”

“Aw, and here I thought you liked me,” you said, pretending to pout.

“There’s many things I feel towards you, cyar’ika. I don’t know if there’s even words to describe the right feeling.”

“Perhaps love is the word? Attraction? Lust?” Tech suggested. You giggled to yourself, imagining the annoyance on Crosshair's face. You talked with them for a few hours, catching up on the time you’d been apart. Crosshair was mainly silent, but made a few comments every now and then.

After a while, the other batchers went off to bed, and it was just you and Crosshair talking.

“So, are we going to talk about what happened today?” You asked now that the others were gone.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he responded.

“Really? Are you going to do this every time something happens between us?”

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” he teased.

“The getting up close to me, pushing me into the wall, breathing down my neck and biting my lip. Crosshair, I need you to be honest with me. What is going on between us? What do you want from this?” You waited for a response, but a few moments passed and nothing came. You checked to make sure the comm was still connected, making sure he heard you.

“Crosshair,” you said again.

“I…” he started, but fell silent again. After a few moments, you heard him take a breath before responding. “I don’t know, y/n. I don’t know what this is, or what I want. I just know that I’m doing what feels right, what feels natural. I’m not trying to confuse you. But all this is confusing for me as well.”

“I know, Cross. I just…I don’t want to get my hopes up for nothing.”

“It won’t be nothing, cyar’ika. I can tell you that. I promise, I will give you what I can.”

“Don’t make me promises, Crosshair. Not when we’re in the middle of a war. Not when I’m a Jedi and you’re a clone.”

“Weren’t you the one to tell me that I’m more than a clone? We’re more than a clone and a Jedi, Princess. We can be anything we want to be. And we can be it together.”

You were silent, hardly able to process his words. You wanted to believe them, wanted to believe this was possible.

“Y/n?”

“I’m still here,” you said quietly. “I’m trusting you, Crosshair. I’m believing you, that we can be more.”

“I won’t let you down,” he replied. You smiled to yourself, trusting fully in this man.

“It’s late, we should be getting to bed,” you said after a moment.

“The Princess does need her beauty sleep,” he joked. You rolled your eyes, though he couldn’t see.

“Goodnight, Cross.”

“Goodnight, Princess cyar’ika,” he said, watching as the comm connection went away.

“I love you,” he whispered to himself.

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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I am looking (disrespectfully) at the trope of Bruce and other family members only seeming to respect Dick’s wishes when doing so aligns with what they already wanted to do.

Let’s go to the examples!

1) Bruce not broaching adoption with Dick because he wants to respect Dick’s first parents and feels like he would be taking their place or overstepping or putting himself in between Dick and his memories of his parents. Sometimes its cited that Dick himself expressed this wish early on after his parents died, sometimes its not and this is still just upheld as Bruce’s reasoning for not adopting Dick before he was already well into adulthood.

THE FATAL FLAW (in mine own personal opinion, natch. Personal mileage may vary, check your speedometer to be safe):

This particular plot point or tangle is in my experience ALWAYS paired with Bruce’s own insecurities about his role in Dick’s life, or not wanting to push that or receive an answer he doesn’t want to or is afraid to hear. Sometimes its about his fears of unworthiness to be Dick’s actual parent, etc, etc. But the bottom line is, there is always the presence of SOME element (and not a small one) in which Bruce’s own self-interest or feelings are protected by him NOT broaching the adoption conversation with Dick and having to confront these fears head on.

This is additionally juxtaposed with the problem that although there’s a lot of variance in regards to stories where Bruce fired Dick versus stories where Dick gave up being Robin and moved on to Nightwing voluntarily....there’s NOT a lot of stories where Dick makes Jason Robin himself or is asked by Bruce first. The part where Bruce takes this initiative on his own, without thinking through its repercussions on Dick emotionally.....this is practically always present.

Now, the problem here is that......Dick became or began becoming Robin well into his time with Bruce. Its frequently cited as the thing that began allowing them to truly connect, their time training and acting as Batman and Robin.

Meaning no matter WHAT interpretation you go with as to why specifically Dick chose the name Robin, whether it was a family nickname or an homage to Robin Hood.....the fact remains, NOTHING of Robin, THEMATICALLY, nothing that spoke to Dick in regards to what he wanted Robin to be - specifically in honor of his parents because avenging his parents and making sure what happened to them didn’t happen to others like, this was literally a key part of what bonded Dick and Bruce, the fact that Bruce was TRYING to help Dick specifically BECAUSE they shared this particular overlap of purpose - like the bottom line is, nothing about Robin CAME from Bruce. Or Dick’s feelings about Bruce. That....didn’t really even exist yet, at the time he created Robin. Everything about Robin, other than the physical costume itself, not even the design just the actual creation of it....all of that came from BEFORE he met Bruce. None of it was thoughts or feelings derived from BRUCE. Its the whole reason Dick was never Batkid or Batlad, or any derivative of Batman.

It all, ALL came from what Dick came to the manor WITH. Remnants of his life with his first family.

So the fatal flaw of Bruce’s reasoning that by not broaching the subject of adoption with Dick before well into adulthood, he was actually just respecting Dick’s relationship with his first parents and not trying to come between them and Dick’s memories and feelings about them....

All of this is inherently undermined by Bruce’s own actions.....when by repurposing Robin to ANY degree, even just to give the mantle to Jason.....this meant that he was inherently viewing Robin as being more about being Batman’s partner, HIS partner....then it was about being Dick’s heritage, his last intangible keepsake of his first family and life BEFORE Bruce.

In effect....Bruce making Jason Robin or firing Dick as Robin, either way....both betray Bruce’s OWN alleged intentions for only wanting to respect Dick’s relationship with his parents, and that being why he didn’t want to overstep by trying to impose or even ask for his own official parent/child relationship with Dick. Because that’s exactly what appropriating the Robin mantle was. It was Bruce ignoring the relationship Dick had with his parents and their memory and the fact that Robin was directly born of that....and making Robin entirely about Bruce’s OWN relationship with Dick, heedless of any other factors.

And the second Bruce did that.....his entire justification for not raising the adoption issue....disappears. It goes away. Because you can’t claim inaction being just a result of not wanting to disrespect something you’ve already voided respect for. No matter whether Bruce INTENDED it or not.....by crossing this boundary, Bruce already acted against Dick’s feelings in this regard and well, disregarded them....which makes claims of Bruce not raising the adoption issue pretty much JUST self-serving at that point. Its an alleged viewpoint of Dick’s that Bruce largely just ASSUMES....and only ultimately respects - in direct contrast to how he didn’t respect the associations Dick had with Robin - because it aligns with something Bruce ALREADY wanted to do, rather than what Dick actually wanted. It provided justification for Bruce to just....not have a conversation he was afraid to have. And that’s about Bruce at that point. Its not about Dick. Its just like...not.

2) Another example of this that is not unique to just Bruce, but recurs frequently in both canon and fanfics in Dick’s dynamics with other characters he’s close with.....is characters not apologizing for things they’ve done to Dick or raising the issue of things they did a long time ago but never apologized for....while claiming to do so because they thought DICK didn’t want to talk about it.

THE FATAL FLAW (in my own personal opinion. Nuances and variations may not be identical at all store locations, please see your local branch for details):

The particular problem I have here is that....Dick never ever ever in the history of ever and also the before ever time.....has EVER expressed a desire to avoid confrontation.

Like. That’s what he DOES. That’s his JAM. That’s literally CITED time and time again as one of the reasons he’s viewed as more of a people person and natural team leader than Bruce and other Batfam members....because he’s not afraid to cut straight (or bi) to the heart of the matter and air out a dispute.

In fact, this very character trait is one of the ones most commonly utilized AGAINST Dick in various depictions of him, as he’s often cited as TOO confrontational, TOO eager for a fight or conflict especially when his temper is engaged, such as when he’s well....personally hurt or offended.

So how does it follow, then, that avoiding tough conversations ONLY when its on the OTHER person to INITIATE, because they were the ones who DID the wrong-doing and Dick the subject of that rather than the instigator....how does it work, exactly, that these are the only times in which we DON’T tend to see a direct conversation about the harms done and the fallout that resulted? With it being claimed that this is solely for Dick’s benefit, out of a desire to avoid pulling him into an allegedly unnecessary (but really just unpleasant) confrontation?

When the concurrent reality is that whether stated or acknowledged or not.....avoiding these specific conversations and ONLY these conversations (as there never seems to be a problem finding canon or fanfic stories in which Dick apologizes for harm HE’S caused to others or is clearly expected to).....this avoidance also carries the side benefit of allowing the character who DID something wrong to Dick to....not ever have to have that super uncomfortable conversation in which they actually verbally acknowledge the thing they did to him and the effects it had on him, and apologize for that.....and then render themselves vulnerable to actually hearing whether or not he accepts their apology or is still upset with them regardless.

While - as long as they DON’T ever have this conversation, for whatever reason - they can look to the clear and consistent precedent of Dick continuing to work with people who have done things like oh, I don’t know....punched him in the face cuz they’re mad at him (and this isn’t a Bruce critical point, this is a whole damn family critical point as the only one who HASN’T actually done this is Duke. Well, Cass technically just threw him out a window, but I mean, tomato toh-mah-to). Writers and characters both can lean on the fact that actually Dick has a pretty clear track record of ultimately giving up a grudge or at least showing a willingness to look past those grudges enough that it doesn’t prevent him from still maintaining or resuming some kind of relationship with the person who hurt him.

And thus, like Example Numero Uno......this ultimately just lets other characters off the hook while claiming to do Dick a favor, but actually Dick receives no real benefit from it and instead now just has another instance of characters saying “see we respect your wishes” when ultimately their inaction is MORE in service to their own wishes and self-interests.

2b) See also the variation of this in which characters such as Bruce, Jason, Tim and assorted others like....are written specifically determining that they’re not going to apologize to Dick or beg his forgiveness because they feel they don’t DESERVE to be forgiven, and once again....its in HIS best interests that they not even give him the opportunity to say he forgives them....because they know Dick Grayson of course, and they know he’s too forgiving for his own good, so its better to like....not make it ever a possibility in this particular instance.

With the problem here being like.....Dick can’t and shouldn’t be expected to KNOW that’s their logic? So....all he’s going to actually SEE is loved ones just....not expressing remorse for hurting him or acknowledgment it even happened? Which....hurts?

So......hurting your loved one MORE after already hurting them....because you don’t feel you deserve to be forgiven for hurting them in the first place and are actually PROTECTING them from being hurt more when mistakenly forgiving you.....by.....hurting and continuing to hurt them with your silence and lack of evident remorse....

Mmmm.....

Its not the best approach, y’know?

Flaws are detected.

3) Dick’s friends and family manipulating situations in order to get the end result THEY desire, while claiming to do so for his benefit only. Dick being willing to manipulate people to achieve his own ends comes up a LOT actually....but there’s relatively little examination of how often people do this to him, claiming his best interests but really just circumventing his clearly stated desires for independence and the right to make his own choices about what HE needs....or when this is brought up, its usually limited to JUST Bruce doing it, but uh....no that ain’t it.

Specific examples of this are like when Wally joins the 1999 version of the Titans specifically to get Dick to join up, because in his estimation Dick needs more of a social life and is drowning himself with his responsibilities....and then quits not long after Dick is finally officially invested in staying with the team. Another example is when Roy gets Dick to join the Outsiders based entirely on his pitch of NOT treating the team like a family, like they did with the Titans, so that Dick could keep emotional distance and not be as worried about losing them like he suffered from losses like Donna....with his claim again being that he worried about Dick in the aftermath of that loss, etc.

And to be clear! Its not that I think Wally and Roy and others who do similar things have NEGATIVE intentions in mind for Dick. That’s the whole point of this post.....like the other examples, I fully believe THEY believe (or writers believe when writing them this way) that they have Dick’s best interests in mind and not their own. I just....disagree.

THE FATAL FLAW (at least as I see it here):

Is that I view this and Batfam members who do similar stuff as like.....falling into the trap of the savior friend complex. Its that thing when you see a friend hurting, and over time get FRUSTRATED by seeing this when a solution seems obvious to you but think they won’t take it because they’re too stubborn or don’t know what’s best for them....with this specifically recurring a LOT with Dick in particular, due to his core characterization of wanting to be the one to make his own choices. The problem here, same as the problem with the savior friend complex....is that it treats the subject of these views as like....incapable of determining what they need. Its a tacit condemnation that they actually don’t know how to cope with things and are doing it wrong - even though the ones making this assessment will never be the ones actually having to LIVE with the outcome of their meddling. Its the conviction that someone like Dick needs to be HANDLED, for his own good....because he can’t be trusted to KNOW what he needs, not as well as them at least.....and so they jump to manipulation rather than just....ASK him what he needs, or HOW they can best support him, or even just WHY he’s making the choices he is.

For instance, the problem with what Wally did was never that Dick wasn’t struggling. He was. He was drowning in his responsibilities, he had very little to no life outside of them.....Wally is not remotely in the wrong for WANTING to do something to change this situation. The problem is Wally basically defaulted to just...HANDLING his friend by restarting the Titans just to give Dick a social life again, which is pretty much a line straight out of the comics...and basically railroaded right over Dick’s initial ‘no’ when he first heard the proposal. And kept pushing things until Dick eventually joined up in order to get Wally to commit to the team too, because Wally spun it as though Dick was helping Wally by getting Wally to commit to the team for the very same reasons Wally wanted Dick to. And then....right after that, Wally quit to go back to just focusing on the Justice League, which was part of what Dick predicted would happen all along.

The thing was.....at no point along the way did Wally actually ask WHY Dick initially said no....he jumped straight to assuming his own view of the problem, that Dick just COULDN’T be made to ever see the reason to take a break occasionally and put his mental and emotional health as a priority. If he’d done this, Wally could have had dozens of other options to achieve his desired end result....he could’ve like....set up regular hangouts with Dick.

But Wally jumped to assuming he knew the answer, he knew what was best for Dick, and that Dick’s logic was inherently self-destructive and self-flagellating.....and he felt the solution was to bring back the Titans, as he recalled their earlier times as Titans together as a time when Dick was better able to balance his social life and responsibilities.

But by not ever stopping to LISTEN to why Dick felt the way he did and was initially opposed to rejoining the Titans....Wally overlooked one crucial fact: He isn’t Dick.

And more important, his view of the past wasn’t Dick’s view of the past.

Wally was a lot more capable of viewing the Titans as not just a family, but an inherent social life, a hangout, a kind of club....because that’s what it had always been to him.

But he’d never been the leader.

Throughout all their childhoods, the whole time the Titans WERE all of the above, and relatively light-hearted in comparison to their older selves....Dick STILL had the weight of responsibilities that none of the others had by virtue of just...not being the leader. Ultimately, all of their lives were in HIS hands. He was the one calling the shots. The buck stopped with him.

And this is precisely WHY Dick had gotten to the point he had in adulthood. It wasn’t because he’d changed. It wasn’t because he’d stopped figuring out what he needed and how to take care of himself. Its because the position he’d ALWAYS been in as leader....has WEIGHT. That eventually added up more and more and weighed him down. A huge part of the reason Dick had ended up leaving the Titans in the first place, before they disbanded prior to the 1999 revival....is because of the sheer WEIGHT of all the deaths and misfortunes that had befallen the Titans....and how much he and he alone struggled with it in ways the others didn’t....because they didn’t have to. It hadn’t been their plans, their calls, their RESPONSIBILITY to find a way the others could have all made it out alive or at least less traumatized.

So.....of COURSE Dick said no when Wally first proposed restarting the Titans, before Wally defaulted to using his own membership as a lure to get Dick to agree.....because......nothing about the above paragraph had changed, via Wally’s ‘plan.’ It wasn’t because Dick just didn’t KNOW how to be a fully rounded person....it was because nobody was helping him find actual OPTIONS for doing that....that didn’t just double as MORE responsibilities! Because that’s exactly what ended up happening! Dick wound up the leader of the Titans again, just as responsible and just as invested as always.....just like he always knew he would....and also as he knew would happen...Wally ended up quitting not long into it and persuading Jessie Quick to step in as his replacement....aka just one more person for Dick to worry about when it wasn’t like he was going to be worrying any less about Wally, just now he wasn’t going to have Wally there to even POTENTIALLY be able to support him when tragedy inevitably struck because they’re freaking superheroes....and instead he’d just have another person looking to him for the answers but with no reason or chance of being the support Dick could ACTUALLY use at times like that!

Wally’s manipulations circumvented Dick’s opinion that no, actually he knew what was best for him and it wasn’t what Wally was suggesting....without actually accounting for the fact that hey, Dick might actually know that. And in the end, Wally got the result he was after, he got to feel that he’d HELPED his friend....which again, this isn’t WRONG to WANT to....but Dick didn’t...exactly....benefit from this. It wasn’t actually in his best interests ultimately.

I mean...see Donna’s death for details.

And in the aftermath of THAT....Roy essentially did exactly what Wally did....just in REVERSE! Roy got Dick to agree to lead the Outsiders, to shoulder responsibility once again....by promising that Dick WOULDN’T have to view them as family. And did Dick go too far and end up TOO uncaring about their welfare? Yup! No disagreements there! Problem is though....he only ended UP in that situation because yet again a friend thought they KNEW the solution to what Dick needed.....only for Dick to end up essentially punished and further self-blaming....just for doing exactly what Roy had told him TO do, with this particular team. Again - Roy hadn’t EXPECTED Dick to take it this far. But that’s the whole point! Roy had expectations about what Dick would ACTUALLY end up doing, that didn’t match up to the pitch Roy actually gave Dick to GET his agreement.....because Roy all along was of the assumption that by virtue of being Dick Grayson, he wouldn’t be ABLE to avoid connecting with these new teammates and viewing them as family, and thus he’d end up ‘snapping out of it’ with it being the funk he’d been in since Donna’s death.

Roy’s intentions might have been noble, once again.....but his methods stuck to the same pattern of people around Dick believing they knew what he needed or knew who he was or knew what it meant to BE Dick Grayson....better than Dick actually did...particularly when Dick said no, this isn’t what I need or this isn’t a good idea or just...I don’t want to do this.

And in the end....its Dick who ended up paying the price for it, as well as the people who got hurt because of his INTENTIONAL emotional distance.....because the ‘view all surrounding people as new surrogate family’ aspect of the Dick Grayson Experience hadn’t kicked in as Roy thought inevitably would....but the ‘view all this as directly my fault and suffer guilt for it forevermore’ aspect of the Dick Grayson Experience most certainly did! Not at all actually helped along by the fact that like....Roy also expressed frustration with Dick that like.....Dick hadn’t actually responded to Roy’s intended manipulation of his emotions the way Roy had expected him to when he EXPRESSLY TOLD DICK TO BEHAVE THE WAY THAT DICK ULTIMATELY BEHAVED. (Just, he didn’t tell Dick to dial that all the way up to Extra, but given that’s the only setting Dick does ANYTHING at, I feel its a possible outcome Roy should have at least considered. I mean, wasn’t the whole point that you know Dick Grayson better than he knows himself?)

But lo, I am salty.

LMAO, but I mean, you get it right? Obviously, I LIKE Wally and Roy. I LIKE Jason, etc. I’m not saying all of this to be like ugh how dare these characters do all this to Dick....I’m saying it because like.....they all keep falling into the same patterns of making a big fuss and acknowledgment of how much Dick prioritizes being able and free to make his own choices and decide what’s best for him and what HE wants.....

But without ever like....actively asking him AT THE RELEVANT TIME....what he thinks and feels about all this. What he thinks and feels he needs. What he ACTUALLY wants from them, or why he’s ACTUALLY saying no to something and maybe it being for reasons that aren’t just him inherently being stubborn and self-destructive.

And instead just defaulting to falling back on whatever he might have said or expressed in an entirely different context at an entirely different time.....and saying okay, by doing so, we are abiding by his wishes and thus doing what he wants and respecting his right to make his own choices.....

But ONLY when doing all of the above just so happens to align with these other characters then getting to do the thing or take the approach they’re already predisposed towards wanting to take because of their OWN self-interests at the same time.

With this never actually coming into play when respecting Dick’s wishes aligns with them taking actions they DON’T personally want to undertake, because it makes them uncomfy or they think its a bad call, even if it is something that should be his call to make.

Like....the pattern. It very much exists. And abounds. Like I could cite examples allllllllllll the way up to Ric Grayson, where Bruce respected RIC’S wishes to be left alone and not interfere in his life no matter what.....in ways Bruce almost never respects Dick’s actual expressed wish for Bruce to butt out of matters when Bruce is actually quite keen on meddling and would very much like to....

But notice how the other thing about the Ric Grayson storyline is that Ric’s expressed desire to stay the fuck out of vigilantism and superhero work, like.....just so happens to align with Bruce’s longstanding desire for Dick to like...get out of the vigilantism and superhero work? With butting out of Ric’s life and respecting his privacy in ways Dick has to FIGHT him for, like......absolutely the optimal action to take in order to allow this expressed desire of Ric’s to flourish in the ways Bruce always wished would kick in for Dick?

.....just saying.

The pattern. It abounds.

And the key to breaking any pattern, of course, is to first recognize....and acknowledge....that it exists.

Otherwise you tend to fall into the trap of repeating and perpetuating it over and over without even realizing it, simply because its what’s familiar.

This has been A Post by Me. Thank you and have a nice day. Or don’t. Idk. I’m not the boss of you. Whatever.

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Jesus shit I disappear a lot.

I’ve been lurking on ao3 a lotttt. An unhealthy amount. And I’ve gotten into darklina.

Listen…I know it’s toxic but I like trash okay? And I read the grisha books and fucking HATED HATED Them. I ranted to my fiancé for like 2 months. Thank the stars for fanfic authors!!

I literally found a fic that I have accepted as the official ending. seriously. it’s called “Start a war” by nymja on ao3.

I’m also beyond looking forward to the following on ao3:

“Dark Guardian “ by FairyRingsandWings (this is one of my most anticipated ones!) it’s incredibly interesting and is an au that involves demons/etc. it’s amazing and well researched. She runs an amazing tumblr under the name @thedarklingxalina Check it out!!

“ The Fight we never had” by PoetHrotsvitha. this one is amazing because it’s self-aware it’s just hilarious. It’s been one of the most fun ones that I’ve read in a very long time in the comment section is to die for. I am so looking forward to the story and can’t wait to see how it ends. I’m definitely rooting for our creepy Alexsander. I dunno if she has a tumblr or else I’d put her user name. But seriously this one is fucking fabulous!!!!!

“ I have a longing” by LRcee

Jesus this one is just a feel good au. I fucking love It and I hope the author continues to write more because the writing is amazing. It’s intelligently written and every time I read it I spend the whole time smiling!

“ forgiveness doesn’t taste like this” by EvilPeaches

I never in 1 million years thought I would like any story with Alina and Ivan. And normally I do not like dark fics. Parts of this were really hard to read and there is another story like where she puts deleted scenes and extras, and there was literally one part in “ deleted scenes “ that I had to start and stop and take a break for a good while after reading. That’s a sign of a good writer. Anything that makes me uncomfortable and makes me genuinely think afterwards. it’s at the end now with only one more chapter left but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t rooting for Ivan even though I am literally a hard-core darklingxalina shipper. This is one of those stories that is incredibly well written and just made me feel so many different emotions. It is very dark. But it really goes in depth about how in mortality and misery would affect you as well as your relationships with other people.

“A Space of Flowers” by ecphrasis

Part of series “ Darklina Cottagecore AU” , The entire series is amazing. I literally never thought I would be interested in a cottage core au but it is beautifully written and the author did a lot of research into making it feel like it’s in the century that it’s taking place in. It’s heart wrenching in and has so much angst. I truly hope that the author continues it and also that they get a happy ending. But the writing is just beyond beautiful. Fuck it is just gorgeous! Written by @ekphrastic

”Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times….” by xxwalkinwonderlandxx

another AU that is in progress. It’s just incredibly interesting and I’m really looking forward to see where it goes. Not too much is given away so with each chapter update I’m still guessing and wondering what’s going to happen. Has been an incredibly fun read and can’t wait to see more!

And the final one that is in progress…

“ I wanna see you in the light of the morning “ by renaegeorge

Omgggg. This one is so hilarious. Like whenever I’m having a bad day I’ll read this. I can’t wait to see how the story goes because it is just a feel good fic. I fucking love it! Please check this one out. The author is amazing and she writes so incredibly well.

I have no clue if anyone actually read this but I beg you to please check these out and if any of these authors have tumblr that I don’t know about them please tag them so that way people can see their Tumblr in case they write on there. leave comments and kudos! Let them know if you enjoy it! And if anyone has any really good fics to recommend to me let me know. This isn’t even half of what I have bookmarked but I’m always interested in fics.

These are my current favorites that are still in progress. I’ll do my other favorites at some point. But if you hated the ending of the grisha series like I did then please check out “Start a war”. I genuinely accept that as the ending now.

And if you hate the darkling, then I totally understand. I totally get it but don’t attack me. People like what they like. Like straight up.

#the darking #alina starkov #darklina #team darkling #ao3fic #fanfic writing #alina x kirigan #sankta alina #alina x darkling #shadow and bone

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fanfic-corner · 4 years

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Destiel

It’s my birthday tomorrow, and to celebrate, I’ve compiled a list of my favourite fics! I’ve read a lot of Destiel fics over the past year, but these are the ones that have stuck with me the most. I’ve not put as much detail in as I usually do because otherwise we would be here forever, but I am begging you to read these fics. They’re all amazing.

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous by zoemathemata (@zoemathemata) on AO3. (57,593 words).

It’s adorable. The plot is fabulous. It’s my all time favourite fic. Please, I am begging you, just read it.

Stand By Me by whelvenwings (@whelvenwings) on AO3. (31,252 words).

The first Destiel fic I ever read, and it’s managed to stay with me this whole time.

Angel’s Wild by LimonadeGaby and riseoftefallenone on AO3. (389,271 words).

The pining is unbearable but it’s all worth it in the end. The ultimate slow burn.

The Tea is Decaf by mnwood (@tomhardysteeth) on AO3. (3,673 words).

Cas is adorable. Eileen is adorable. Everyone is adorable.

a turn of the earth by microcomets on AO3. (95,274 words).

Of course I’ll rec the ultimate John Winchester bashing fic. The plot is so amazing and it is written excellently.

the inexhaustible silence of houses by Askance on AO3. (31,820 words).

This was beautifully written, made me cry, and the ending haunts me to this day.

Forget-Me-Not Blues by noangelsinthegarrison (@aaziraphales) on AO3. (68,689 words).

Jesus Christ, I have not read another fic where these two are such blatant idiots. That being said... I love it. Everything about it is amazing.

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering (@wanderingcas) on AO3. (74,198 words).

So cute! All the angst! My all time favourite trope and absolutely the best take on it!

In All Your Borrowed Finery by vanishingact (@vanishingactblog) on AO3. (67,950 words).

Okay this is adorable and you can’t convince me otherwise. Every time I read a fic with Gabriel in, I miss him just a bit more.

Down Like Water by museaway (@museaway) on AO3. (14,512 words).

I reread this occasionally just to feel something. I literally had to check if I misread the tags like 3 times and I cry every. single. time.

Partnered by K_K_TiBal (@thebloggerbloggerfun) on AO3. (28,112 words).

This is so fucking cute. The artwork is gorgeous. And, now I ship Jody and Donna. All round win.

Black Swans by omphalos and Wolfling on AO3. (66,455 words).

Okay so maybe this is more Sabriel than Destiel, but it was written amazingly and the plot was phenomenal!

this is a good thing, dean (prayer is a sign of faith) by cascountsdeansfreckles on AO3. (529 words).

The one time Cas can’t hear his prayers... I had to include a 15x18 fic in here somewhere, and this one set me off.

Purgatory, director’s cut by runsinthefamily on AO3. (23,722 words).

This was beautiful. It felt hypnotic, almost like poetry, and I absolutely cried at the end.

The House on the Ocean Road by coffeeandcas (@coffeeandcas) on AO3. (111,351 words).

This was gorgeous! Dean and Cas as parents was adorable, and Jimmy was such a fucking icon I don’t even know where to start. Also, not the weirdest past Cas ship I’ve ever seen (but it’s up there).

Broadway Musical by Griftings on AO3. (12,453 words).

The King and Queen of the crack fics. I adore the ‘did you fuck the Michael sword’ vibes and the formatting just makes everything so much funnier.

How Many Slams In An Old Screen Door [podfic] by Tenoko1 (@tenoko1) on AO3. (1hr 50mins).

Before we were shoved back into lockdown, I used to listen to podfics on the way to/from school, and this has to be my all time favourite so far. The asexual representation was fantastic, the plot was hilarious, and (as always) it was read beautifully.

When Charlie Met Cas by riseofthefallenone on AO3. (24,666 words).

This has to be thee funniest fic ever written. I don’t make the rules.

Boneless Wings by PallasPerilous (@pallasperilous) on AO3. (4,333 words).

The art is gorgeous (I’d literally just finished watching Pan’s Labyrinth which was terrifying) and it was such a brilliant parody of all the other wing fics out there (not that I don’t love them too!)

Grace by july_19th_club (@july-19th-club) on AO3. (5,164 words).

This was gorgeous and now I really want to see it filmed! It is so much better than the ending we got. I would say the author should work for them, but... frankly, they deserve better.

It Started With a Fanfic Competition by Tenoko1 (@tenoko1) on AO3. (124,487 words).

This was written beautifully. It was so wholesome, not afraid to call the characters out on their usual bullshit, and has genuinely more character development than the entire 15 year long show.

Serendipity by whelvenwings (@whelvenwings) on AO3. (23,891 words).

I absolutely adored every character in this (and thoroughly enjoyed guessing who was going to show up next!) and the plot was fabulous!

The Mute!Cas ‘verse by Princess_Aleera on AO3. (148,656 words).

Oh man. I wasn’t sure at first, but this is now maybe my favourite universe out there. The fluff was unbelievably fluffy, the angst was quality pain, and that’s without mentioning the fact the end had me ugly sobbing. On Christmas Eve.

When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth by Mishafied on AO3. (68,926 words).

Oh my lord, what about this isn’t amazing? The casting was fabulous, the amount of research was obvious and really paid off, and I mean... Jurassic Park AU! It made me desperate to rewatch the films, too.

The Passion of the Christ (and his angelic ex-boyfriend) by Bzzee (@clarafordahwin) on AO3. (4,972 words).

I am going straight to Hell, and it is because of this fic right here. That being said, this is top quality crack and I’ve sent it to everyone I know just for the trip (two of them had never watched SPN. One asked me if Jesus was actually in it).

You Can Keep Holding On by NorthernSparrow on AO3. (352,388 words).

I won’t spoil it, but one of the best plot twists of all time! The exploration of Dean & Cas’ relationship, the detail put into the lore, the foreshadowing... amazing.

Apres by imogenbynight (@imogenbynight) on AO3. (24,045 words).

This was so adorable - Cas and Dean deserved a holiday in France!

I hope you enjoyed them! I’ve really been struck - especially over quarantine - with appreciation for all the writers out there who are giving us this professional quality content for free. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without you, which is why I’ve done my best to hunt you down and tag you so you can take my love! There are a hundred other fics that I could have included on here as well, or ones that I’ve read since making this list. Thank you all so much for giving us these wonderful stories!

#fic rec #favourite fics #destiel #supernatural #sabriel #spn #fave

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Hey, how u doing? I wanted to ask for you for indications on washette fanfics, what are the best that you have

p.s. and yes, I do want to hear as well about yours in that list as well, 'cause they're gold

Hey! I'm doing alright:) Thanks for asking! What about you? (is this the correct tumblr to anon etiquette?)

Oh goodness this is such a loaded question because the answer is many. I hope you're alright with a big list sorted by category <3

Fluff! Fluff!!

The French Mistake

One of the first washette fics I read, so it holds a special place in my heart. A little silly, a little lams, ultimately very cute and good time.

Under the Arches of Moonlight and Sky

Just very good, cute, soft weary bed sharing. (this is only wholesome, I swear)

Let's Dance

Short, sweet fic with dance instructor George and our beloved two left feet Laf:)

I Like You Better in Real Life

Did someone say Influencer/Youtuber!Laf and President!George?? No??! Well start and read this fic. Seriously, it's a longer one, and just really damn cute. A bit of slow burn in terms of internalized homophobia (done in a good way) and trans Laf?? Yes. It's really so good.

The Prince

Ok, ok, it's one of mine. The one chapter is deceiving, it's decently long and featuring Prince!Laf and Royal Knight!George!:) Also magic!! angst, fluff, denial of feelings but then of course love confessions;) after angst though, don't worry haha.

Fathoms and Foundlings

Ooooohh boy. This. This one. Mermaid Laf and regular ol George! So so so well written, I mean, the feelings, the war, the weather, literally everything you can name, it's spectacular in this fic. Be warned, it is incomplete, but I remember when the latest chapter was released when I lost all hope (plus the author is still active) so I definitely don't count this one out of being updated!:) But, I'll be honest, I'm unsure about it being finished BUT I still think you should 1000% read this because you really will not find something like it anywhere else and it's just so cute!! Did I mention fucking amazing?

Whom can we trust now?

Platonic washette!! Really well written and just altogether really well put together!:) comfort after Arnold's betrayal! Seriously, I highly recommend this fic it's just so perfect of their relationship and cuuute.

The Particulars of Language

Oh goodness. Oooh goodness. This is so so cute. A nice little blend of angst and fluff and did I mention internalized homophobia? (In a good way, if that makes sense) Also so well-written by an incredible author, I just- language confusion. Need I say more??

Marque

Ok, ok, it's been too long since I read this one, so I will say, it is very tentatively going in this category. I just love soulmate au washette! Angst! Kidnapping? ...no final chapter. So I'm not sure, it could've been planned on ending very happy and fluffy! I do believe overall, this leans on the darker side, but I know I really love this one and they love each other. I want more washette soulmate aus.

Breaks your heart, puts it back together

what's my name, what's my station

Oh God oh fuck it's this one. (said with love). Brutal? Hot? Expanding my vocabulary?? An incredibly beautiful use of metaphors??? Actually feel like crying when I read it. Yeah. This is amazing.

May the Melody Disarm Us

Oh Godd oh Fuck it's this one. (maybe I should change this section's title) this one isn't even angsty per se, it's just like...brutally beautiful. They love each so much but oh my god. The metaphors, the way the author sets the scene and environment and everything! Ugh. So so good.

Let Down My Guard

Oh dear lord in heaven above preserve me. I'm gonna be dramatic but there are simply not enough words in the universe I have that can describe how I feel about this fic and how damn incredible it is!! And boy do I mean it when I say this one breaks your heart and puts it back together. I have seriously never sobbed over any piece of fiction like I did this. Just ahhhh. The feelings they develop for each other, the confusion of cultures, the secrets revealed?? I didn't even tell you Laf is a mermaid yet. Just- please. Please read this. It will rip your heart out, but it will put it back together. But really, this is just a fucking masterpiece and so so beautiful.

Porn With Plot

that dress you like

Very nicely done smut + feels! (Did I mention how nicely it's all done?) Oh! Did I mention genderqueer Laf? Yes.

Mon General / My Marquis

Ok the only reason this is going in this category is because I find the others up there more heart-breaky than this one. I love this one!! The historical details! Their loving relationship!! Very very good and lovely. With some angst of course.

The Mistranslation

Oh God oh Fuck it's this one. (I'll be saying that a lot). Would you like all these categories put into one beautiful fic?? Here it is, here. It's incredible. Please read it. It's free serotonin. (Did I mention incredibly written??)

The Things I Would Do to You

Ahhh ok. So. Super duper sweet, lots of angst sprinkled throughout but Laf's visit to Mount Vernon + feels + (smut). Need I say more??! Seriously, this is wonderful.

Not So Easy to be the Teacher's Pet

Oh. Oh god it's this one. So this is borderline Oof (Laf is 17) but if that does not bother you, then you are in for a treat!(??) Ok but really, lots of feels, denial of feelings, way-too-sweet-for-his-own-good Lafayette and poor confused George. Just fantastic.

Devil to Pay

Hoooo boy. If you like pirates or sea adventures, (hot pirate captains. I'm just gonna say it) then I'm literally begging you to read this. Kidnapped noble Laf?? Slowly falling for the pirate captain Washington?? Not to mention so many maritime details and wonderful emotions, beautifully crafted just. Spectacular. Please, read it if you haven't. Even if pirates don't appeal to you, they will after this fic.

A secret weapon

Ahhhh!!! Thiiiiiis. Is everything. Ok, yes, it includes more than washette, but I mean come on, it's (sexy) demons. It's desperate Washington trying to win a war and fight his gay feelings (guess which fight he wins?) But also, super well written and detailed and feels!! I adore this fic, and the whole series is a treat. Go read it. It's wonderful, you won't regret it.

Oof (not in a good way)

The Sweet Enjoyment of Partaking

If the not-so-sweet side intrigues you more, this is one of the few washette fics that I do love and is...not so nice. It's really good as a not nice piece! Pretty straightforward and fucked up. Ya (I) love to see it.

Transmutation

Oooohhhhhh. This is a fic I didn't read for a while just because I didn't know what it was but boy let me tell you, it is soo good. I'll say it's not as oof as the fic above, but oooh maaaannnnn. I don't know how to describe it just, don't expect sweet things, but if darker takes are your thing please go read this. You will not regret it. It's so damn good.

Day One Way, By Night Another

Ok ok here me out. This one might seem a bit random and it is. It's very short and for the longest time I didn't read it until I did and said ow because ow!!? I find this has the most impact going in unarmed so...watch out. (but like check it out. it's just so unique I really do love it)

Once More, With Feeling

Oh GOD. This one is quite brief and straightforward but if you are looking to rip your heart out with feels and angst then boy do I have the perfect fic for you. But seriously, it's so well-written and just expresses all the feelings so so perfectly. But at what cost? (Pls read it)

A Beautiful Tragedy

Hello darkness my old friend. Ok but seriously, this fic still remains so impactful in my own mind just as the writer. It's not a happy ending, but I try to leave you with hope. Pretty music that I highly recommend listening to, I don't know. I think it's really good, I don't say that often about my own stuff soo if you're ok with heavy amounts of angst and pretty aesthetics then check this ok!:) (but guard your heart, sorry not sorry<3)

Porn Without Plot

Betrayals and Allies

So, admittedly, this one very tentatively goes into this category because I find compared to the others, this one has less feels and less focus on it, but don't get me wrong this is very emotional!! It displays their relationship and love so cutely (and smutily..? new word) and as extra bonus it fills in the gaps of the deleted scene from Turn. You know the one;) It's very good!!

Cold Nights

Look at me adding another of my own. This is super duper short, but I kinda like how the emotions turned out. I think this was the beginning of my first dive into my current style of writing so that's cool I guess? But yeah no, it's porn without plot lol.

What Good is Honor When You're Starving?

Oh dear, another of mine in this category. I barely put this here, but the main focus is on the smut, but there are many many feels aplenty. Oh wait, did I mention vampire Laf? George definitely not falling in love... but really, I like how this one turned out!:) Good sexy vampire times (with feelings)

Ah wow! You stuck with me! Thank you! I...tried to keep it brief. This is not an exhaustive list by any means btw, there were a few (many) I decided to cut because I wanted this list to be all encompassing of many authors, styles, etc.

But anon, thank you for the ask and giving me the chance to rant about my favorite fics! My apologies on taking so long to finish, I hope you can understand my life has been a little hectic, but I always try to make time for washette;)

Thank you!!<3

#asks #anon #washette #tal's recommedations #fic recommendation

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