Pick My Next Fanfic
[EDIT] I don't know what I was thinking tossing a CodyWan prompt in there, of course it's gonna sweep. -facepalms- So I'm gonna commit to writing that AND the runner up option so if one of those interests you, pick that one. LOL I should have seen that coming to be honest. Pfffft.
In honor of my having finished Seeds for the Future, I'm setting up a poll and I'm letting people fic my next fanfic.
BobaLuke- Set before ANH, an undercover Boba seeks out Luke, hoping to glean some information about Bigg's whereabouts courtesy of a juicy Imperial bounty that was placed on the rogue pilot. He takes Luke to be a naive, harmless farm boy hick, but Luke isn't nearly as guileless as he appears at first glance.
Cody/Obi-Wan - Prequel to It Only Knocks Twice. Pretty much covers my AU version of TCW. Lots of pining and people being silly.
Cody + Quin/Possible Cody/Quinlan- Sequel to A Fragile World Between Sharp Teeth Cody realizes Quinlan Vos is still alive and is heavily involved with the Jedi Path, so he seeks him out in hopes of connecting it to Rex's underground network of rescuing clones from the Empire. There may or may not be an emotional hook-up between two men broken by loss and desperately trying to cling to their humanity by seeking comfort from one another.
Gallatin/Cahir- Shameless smut, comparison of scars, and trading tales about how they got them. Set in the Tomorrow May Be Too Late AU as I mainly want to write Gallatin topping from the bottom because I don't think I've seen a single bottom Gallatin fic, and that needs to be rectified immediately.
Mace/Fox - What do a tired, overworked Corrie Guard Commander and the equally tired and overworked Master of the Order have in common? A surprising lot, they discover as a curious friendship blossoms between them based around sass, too much bad caf and bitching about their coworkers and maybe in the process, they accidentally save the Galaxy.
Wedge/Luke - A 5+1 or the five times Wedge and Luke nearly kiss and the one time they do. Set throughout the original trilogy. So much pining and boys being silly about their feelings. I mainly want to write a 5+1 fic which I've never done before.
The poll is set for 1 week; feel free to reblog; obviously, the more eyes that see this, the more spicy the results may be.
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Previously, in Red Squadron
I was thinking through some of what being in the Rebellion was like for IWM Luke. I decided he was a little bit of a whore. And then I was like “oh, Red Squadron would have all the same members because changing Luke’s backstory doesn’t change theirs.” Then this goofy scene popped into my head, and it DEFINITELY will not ever fit in IWM. Might get alluded to, though.
Tw exhibitionism, semi-public blowjobs, WedgeLuke, BiggsLuke (ok the last two aren’t trigger warnings but y’know). No Vaderluke here
The hangar at Yavin was busy and crowded. It was awkwardly filled with ships and maintenance personnel, as much as would fit in the ill-shaped space. That much made sense to him, it wasn’t like the temple the Rebels used for a base was designed for a proper hangar. Or if it had been, which area was supposed to be a hangar was lost to time.
“Red Squadron just finished their CAP rotation for the day,” the commander escorting him explained, waving vaguely at a group of X-Wings that were being swarmed by mechanics. “They should be in the changing room, I’ll introduce you.”
It seemed an odd time to choose to introduce him to anyone, but he supposed there wasn’t a lot of time for “proper” things in the Rebellion. They walked down a short stone hallway until the commander stopped at a door. It was a standard door, obviously retrofitted into the ancient structure.
“Here we — “
The commander cut off as the door opened to the sound of good-natured jeering and catcalls. All they could see was a group of orange-flightsuited people standing in a circle, facing inward. The commander cleared his throat and the noise instantly died, some of the pilots shooting sheepish glances over their shoulders.
“S-sir,” several said.
The crowd parted, revealing one pilot kneeling in the center of what had been the circle. For a moment he thought the pilot was the sole woman in the group, but on second glance he saw he was wrong. The long blond hair, woven into a braided updo, was what had thrown him off. It looked elaborate, if mussed from being crammed into a flight helmet for the last few hours.
It could also have been from the face fucking he was currently receiving from the one man with his flightsuit half-undone. A man he knew, actually.
“Biggs!” Wedge abruptly pulled out of the blond man’s mouth and tucked himself back into his clothes. He gave his partner a hand to his feet.
“Commander,” the blond pilot added brightly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He had a grin on his face that said he was only mildly embarrassed at having been caught, instead of utterly mortified.
The commander did not bother to mask his loud sigh. This was apparently not the first time he had walked in on this display.
“Your Hi — Lieutenant Organa,” he said through gritted teeth, “it becomes increasingly difficult to reassure your mother of your well-being when I catch you doing things like this.”
“So don’t reassure her,” Organa replied, crossing his arms and cocking one hip. He raised his chin slightly, resulting in a move that made him look too aristocratic to have just been semi-publicly sucking someone off. “You don’t have to.”
There were a few titters from the other pilots, and the commander did not respond. There was some private joke here that Biggs was, apparently, not in on yet. If he ever would be.
“As Lieutenant Antilles said,” the commander barreled on, trying to reclaim control over the room, “Red Squadron has a new member. This is Biggs Darklighter, from Tatooine.”
Biggs raised a hand and let it drop, awkwardly. He did not usually feel at a loss, but this was an odder group than he expected.
“I helped Biggs defect from the Academy,” Wedge said. He strode over to Biggs and threw an arm around his shoulders. “He’s an ace, you’ll see. Get second place in no time.”
“Uh, thanks,” Biggs said. “Second place?”
“I heard nothing about any of this,” the commander said, turning on his heel and walking out of the door.
“Aw, c’mon, it’s good for morale!” someone shouted from deeper in the room. Almost everyone else laughed.
Biggs shot Wedge a confused look. He didn’t want to be the awkward newbie who didn’t get what was going on. But, well, he also was the awkward newbie who didn’t get what was going on. Wedge grinned and clapped him on the back.
“Sometimes at the end of a CAP rotation we have a short race,” he said. “Luke blows whoever gets second place.”
“Which is usually Wedge,” Organa added. He held out a hand for Biggs to shake. “Luke Organa, from Alderaan.”
Biggs took his hand, then started. He looked at Wedge again.
“Alderaan? Does he mean Prince Luke Organa?”
“That’s me,” Luke said, tugging on his hand slightly to get him to address him directly instead of turning to Wedge. “You don’t have to participate if you’re uncomfortable. I’m sorry you walked in on us without warning.”
His eyes were a bright blue, but had a strange depth to them. Biggs somehow knew that Luke could tell exactly how awkward he felt. It was not a hard thing to guess, but something about the way he had done it felt… off. He resisted the urge to rub gooseflesh from his arms.
“It’s fine,” Biggs said, finding some of his composure the longer he stood here. He decided to try for a joke, “I was just worried I would be expected to suck everyone off as some sort of hazing ritual.”
There was more laughter at that, and to his great relief none of it was cruel.
“I mean you can if you want to,” Wedge said. “But no, Luke is our resident exhibitionist.”
Biggs did not add that he would not be entirely opposed, just that it had surprised him. Something else made the back of his head itch, though, something he couldn’t quite place.
“Do you want to keep going?” Luke turned to Wedge. “I don’t have anywhere to be for another hour.”
Someone let out an encouraging whoop. Wedge tilted his head, then briefly raised his eyebrows at Biggs.
“What if instead we give our new friend a better welcome than he just got?” he suggested. “I win often enough.”
That was the last thing Biggs had expected. He felt the first stirrings of arousal at the suggestion. Luke shrugged good-naturedly.
“If he wants to and has a clean bill from Medical.”
Biggs nodded, in response to both. He was not lying, but also got the distinct impression that if he tried to, Luke would somehow know.
“Come here, then,” Luke grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled, walking backwards back to the spot he had been when Biggs first entered. “Just relax, and know we can always stop. For any reason. No shame in it.”
He should probably be the one saying those things to Luke, but before he could find any words Luke knelt and his fingers began undoing Biggs’ pants. He pulled his half-hard cock out of his underwear, and began to lean forward. Biggs put a hand on his forehead, stopping him. He realized what had been bothering him.
“Why second place?” he asked. Even for an exhibitionist, it made more sense to give such a gift to the winner of a race, not the runner-up.
Luke gave him a blindingly bright smile as the rest of Red Squadron burst into laughter. This time it held a little teasing, but still no cruelty.
“He wins every race,” Wedge said. “Nobody can out-fly Luke.”
Biggs knew Wedge well enough to recognize that he did not mean that they let some snooty Core World royal win each time. He was being earnest.
Luke flushed slightly at the praise, of all things, and shot Biggs one last grin.
“Welcome to Red Squadron,” Luke said, before sliding Biggs’ cock down his throat.
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