Mar 29, 2024
Sometimes i think i want to write dc fic again, and then I Remember
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Sometimes i think i want to write dc fic again, and then I Remember
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hello!!! for the first sentence ask meme: cody/anakin, "I would prefer not to."
"I would prefer not to."
It takes a moment for Anakin, head stuck in his tunic, to free himself enough to shoot a confused frown Cody's way. "Why not?"
Cody takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "For one thing, your wife will be there," he points out drolly. "I'd assume you'd want to spend your leave with her, since we see each other during campaigns."
"Point," Anakin says, head still tilted to one side, like he doesn't quite recognize a tune. "One of her wives will be there, too, if that helps?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Cody rolls so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed, grabs one of the Jedi's boots, and chucks it at his head. "I'm trying to help you here, verd'ika," he says very patiently. "You're the romantic, aren't you?"
Anakin smiles, softly, and Cody chucks the other boot at him.
"Padmé and Rabé want to meet you," he says, unbothered, still looking annoyingly soft about the whole thing. "And I'd like you to meet Padmé. If you want, that is."
Damn it all, Cody doesn't want to spend the night in a civilian restaurant wearing civilian clothes. He starts getting dressed anyway.
"The mirror is still warm." 👁👁
"The mirror is still warm," Cody mutters.
Kase peers over the lip of the kitchen table to look over the innocuous piece of metal and says, “So we have no clue why it lit up like we’d dropped it in a fire?”
Fox hums and pokes at it, shrugging, before offering, “Who the hell knows, with these things from Faerie; it might just be cursed.”
“Actually, boys,” a silvery voice rings like a bell from the mirror, “It was you waking me up—where the fright fresh Hell is your father.”
kenfetti + 17 p l s :)
you’re gonna wish you haven’t given me this prompt haha :sob:
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“Would you leave the Order for me?”
hello apples! for the first sentence thing: "where are you, captain?"
Where are you, captain?
He mutters it over and over again, scouring the tunnels for his captain, his One. Where has he gone? He was not meant to leave. Not his One.
His One said he would stay, called him spider and gave him food, gave him touch, a hand on his cheek, fingers on his horns, no pain. There is no pain when One touches him, calloused brown fingers firm but not unkind, tracing his marks and the dark veins on his skin.
One called him broken, unbalanced, dangerous, and touched him gently still.
Maul calls out for him, again and again. Where are you, captain? Where did you go? Why did you leave me? Why do you not speak? Why do you hide from me?
His captain said he would not leave Maul, would not leave his spider. But he is gone. Maul is alone again.
Maul has always been alone.
One is gone.
Perhaps One is not real.
Another figment of his broken mind. No round chin tilted in challenge. No brown skin hidden by white plastoid. No rumbling chest and lilted voice. No fathomless brown eyes to bore into his own.
But Maul can feel him still, he is sure of it. And when he sleeps, he falls into nightmares not his own, he is sure of it. But he does not find One; the young man has One's face but yellow hair that does not smell of darkening dye.
He calls out to Maul in the shadows of their minds, asks Maul where he has gone, croons that Maul is safe with him. But he is a stranger. He is not One.
When Maul wakes from these nightmares of another broken mind, he resumes his search.
Where are you, Captain?
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maul/jesse, 23? 👀
For the ask meme
Here on AO3
Warnings: technically domestic violence
23. Coming home
One thing you want to tell me: te juro por todo que aún no me he olvidado del prompt harry/luna que me dejaste en verano y que pretendo escribir el fic en algún momento. en serio. (aunque me impone un poquito porque tú escribes muy bien, pero lo que importa es intentarlo i guess?)
Biiiiiiiieeeeen!!! Esto me hace muy feliz porque el Harry/Luna es uno de los mejores pairings ever y seguro que la espera merece la pena <3 Así que take your time, que ya sé que tienes otras cosas en la cabeza jajaja (y no me seas maripuri, anda, anda).
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nicieza writing kory and donna like. why. why would you do that. why would you let him
does he have serious dirt on dan didio or something why does that talentless hack keep getting work