Good Fanfic is Hard to Come By

Just a girl who reads a lot of fanfic. I needed a place to organize them, so here it is. Everything I post here seems to either be all plot or porn without plot. Ah well, enjoy.

[igaveyousmut]

[disregardcanon]

post-moderna girl, yeah

all i ever wanted was the world

to all get vaccinated too

to protect us from the ‘rona just like the flu

[househunting]

                  $139,900/5 br/5560 sq ft Parsons, KS built in 1881

[uservroomvroom]

re: tumblr url purge

okay so after seeing what happened to a lot of marvel bloggers in here, i decided to take some precautionary measures for myself bc i do have a canon url but the dash seems to get me off the hook, all the canon urls they’ve voided have been:

one worded, that means no hyphen

100% canon

no plurals

almost completely related to the marvel fandom

what i did just in case so my account or url doesn’t get terminated was:

delete ANY sideblogs that are just sitting there collecting dust. seriously. if you saved it 6+ months ago “just in case” and you have not used it at all and haven’t gotten any uft offers, it’s not worth it. tumblr always terminates accounts that hoard too many saved urls. 

activate the sideblogs that you still decide to keep. this means reblogging posts on there. it doesn’t matter what, as long as your post count isn’t 0 you’re in the clear. tumblr can track your blog activity and decide that one reblog per month is enough to deem it an active sideblog. just go on the #marveledit tag or whatever and reblog 6 or 7 posts. do this for each sideblog.

move your saved urls to a different account. if you still wanna save canon urls or whatever urls you love, you might wanna consider moving them of an entire different account which you can set up with a different email. that means that if your urls get voided or your blog gets terminated, you can still keep your main blog safe from tumblr’s radar.

[uservroomvroom]

EDITED TO ADD: urls with a hyphen are not safe either apparently. if it’s still canon, it’s potentially at risk. (user wonder-woman got their url voided).

[disregardcanon]

Favorite Fics

Merlin Edition

Part Two: Merlin/Arhur

Um, I think that this fic rec list has been sitting in my drafts for over a year. Happy merthurmas!

ACAB

Summary: In the year 3013, Camelot is under the strict rule of Uther and his police force of Protectors. The dystopian city is overpopulated and struggling with massive crimes despite (or possibly because of) police brutality. A gang of anarchists called the Knights certainly aren’t helping things either, so Uther dispatches his only son Arthur to go undercover and take them down from the inside. However, the Knights teach Arthur the meaning of family, and with their guidance he sees Uther for what he really is: a tyrant. Oh, and he also falls in love with the dope-smoking, free-running scout named Merlin.

Arcane Asylum 

Summary: For the last twenty two years Uther Pendragon has been waging war on magic. Now his son Arthur has been framed for a magical crime and sent to the prison for magic users. Arthur is instantly targeted by the inmates, but mysterious top dog Merlin takes him under his wing. They form a bond, and Merlin decides to help Arthur clear his name. 

A Binding Contract

Summary: In a society where people with magic are considered to be dangerous, are labelled as freaks, and have their powers cut off from them, Merlin does whatever he can to survive the hard life he’s faced with. When he’s in desperate need of money, Merlin’s landlord Aredian arranges and offers a magically binding contract in which Merlin is to become a ‘companion’ to Uther Pendragon’s son, Arthur. And when Merlin feels compelled to accept it, he never would have imagined that one man could change his life so completely.

A Disarming Act of Loyalty

Summary: 

“He knew it was an ill-omened quest as soon as he learned Merlin wouldn’t be coming along…”

Arthur is severly injured in a fight with a mysterious creature, and Merlin’s determination to help brings certain secrets to light and turns Arthur’s world upside down.

Or The one where Arthur loses his arm. Merlin finds him a new one, and then they bang

A Study in Natural Philosophy

Summary: It wasn’t all that unusual for people to hide their daemons; Merlin, however, seems to be taking it a little far.

A Tale of the High Seas Crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean IV: On Stranger Tides

Summary: First Lieutenant Arthur Pendragon thinks that the Navy is his life or he does until he has a close encounter with a bunch of evil pirates that is set to change his life. Coincidentally, he might find love and discover that the supernatural exists. Meanwhile Elena is determined to save her man from the clutches of the same evil pirates, though she might bumble her way through the rescue. 

Fire in Her Hands

Summary: Merlin is a girl. Shakespearian heroine in a boy’s clothing. "Arthur keeps calling Merlin the worst manservant in the history of man. She thinks it’s mostly because she’s lousy at swords practice. " 

From Where I Stand You’re In My Sky 

Summary: Arthur looks away from the terrified, accusing dark eyes of the man on the newspaper, and turns his attention to his breakfast. Superhero AU

Graymarye 

Summary: In the wake of the dragon’s escape, Morgana is missing and Uther is running Arthur and his knights ragged with fruitless searching. As the hunt continues, Merlin must come to terms with his growing feelings for Arthur, his discomfort at the way Arthur throws himself into danger in order to prove himself to his father, and his suspicion that Morgause may not be as evil as he’d once thought. Just as things begin to fall into place, a revelation about Gwen’s past throws the court into turmoil, causing Uther’s rage to spiral out of control. Finally, prompted by the return of Mordred, Merlin and Arthur must choose between Uther’s Camelot and the people they love, perhaps including each other.

Kings Don’t Always Need Advice (And Particularly Not This Much) 

Crossover with The Princess Diaries Two 

Summary: “Myrrdin Emrys, as the son of your late child, Your Highness, is indeed first in line for the throne. But as a member of the royal household, he will not be permitted to rule without a spouse by his side.”

Liar, Liar

Summary: In the end, Arthur gets Merlin. It’s been five years, and Merlin is The Devil, but the war is over and Arthur still thinks he is beautiful.

Love Potion No. 9 or: A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Camelot

Summary: Gaius had warned Merlin about manipulating others’ emotions with magic. “Magic used for selfish purposes never ends well,” he’d said. But this, Merlin was confident, didn’t count.

Six Seeds

Summary: Wherein Arthur is the son of the Lord of the Underworld (but the Hades figure nonetheless) and Merlin is his Persephone.

So Merlin Emrys, Here Is Your Holiday 

Crossover with Harry Potter 

Summary: The first thing Merlin Emrys thought when he was born, was “Oh, hell no.”

So Are They All, All Honourable Men 

Summary: Considering Arthur’s future wife will be chosen less for compatibility than for her political value, Merlin may be the only marriage he’ll have that won’t end in bloodshed or a great deal of fortifying wine.

Sunset Over Coruscant

Crossover with Star Wars 

Summary: Arthur Pendragon, war hero of the battle of Albion, fully expects that the Jedi High Council will do whatever they can to convince him to leave his galaxy and lead an army against the Sith.

He doesn’t expect them to stoop so low as to dangle a lure impossible for him to refuse.

Step by Step

Summary: The Knights: A Boy Band. (Or, rather, the ten year span of how Arthur Pendragon discovers who he truly is by going from teen idol to solo sensation, maintaining friendships with his Knights and close staff, inheriting a musical empire, and happening to find his #1 fan, best friend, and eventual love along the way.)

Sweeter Dreams 

Summary:  Following a rather different ending to 2.10 (“Sweet Dreams”), Merlin and Arthur head to Olaf’s kingdom of Valden to put things right. In the process, Merlin racks up an impressive series of treasonous crimes: insolence, incompetence, tripping while running for his life, and accusing the crown prince of snoring are only the beginning.

 The Crown of the Summer Court 

Summary: "The king sent me to get you,“ Merlin said, with a tone that implied strongly that he wasn’t rolling his eyes where Arthur could see, but just wait until his back was turned. “He said you’re to get changed into formal clothes and meet him in the Great Hall, there’s a delegation coming from the Summer Court.”

The Devil At the Gate

Summary: He’ll give Merlin this: he allows Arthur the privacy of his own room, he allows Arthur warning. If Arthur is not in his room he can feel that self-same tug in his gut, like how a bird knows which way south is, and know to retreat, to prepare himself the only ways he can. It always starts the same, with that tug in his gut, that magical leash that Merlin pulls on when he wants Arthur’s…company. And Arthur comes. He always comes when beckoned, and he hates himself a bit for it, but he can’t help it. He hates Merlin, hates him the way only love turned sour can hate, and he can never, never forgive him, but he comes when called and he kneels when ordered, because…it’s his fault.

The Ivy Crown 

Crossover with Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight 

Summary: Merlin couldn’t have picked a worse time to finally tell Arthur about his magic. In the wake of the battle against the immortal army, a strange visitor disrupts the court, calling himself the Green Knight and proposing a test of the court’s integrity. Although Uther turns him away, several of Camelot’s northern allies end up mysteriously beheaded over the next few months, and Arthur, Merlin and the knights set out to investigate. They encounter more than they’d bargained for on the way—a reckless young boy, a lady in search of a husband, a centuries-old fairytale that holds more than a grain of truth… and a challenge that ends up being more than just a game.

The Job Interview From Hell 

Summary: On the TV show ’The Apprentice’ Merlin is a candidate, Sir Uther is mean and Arthur is his boardroom assistant. Will Merlin make it through the twelve weeks without hearing the immortal words, ‘You’re fired’? Is he playing to win the job or Arthur’s heart?

The King’s Daughter

Summary: “But she went alone. Because it was a fool’s errant, and she wouldn’t risk any more lives.” “Except her own! Doesn’t she understand how precious her life is to the kingdom?” “Yes,” Merlin says bitterly. “She’s a symbol of succession.“

The Lord is My Shepherd 

Summary: 1920’s Mississippi. Arthur is the pastor’s son and Merlin goes to his church. They fall in love and fight it until they can’t.

The Scent Verse

Summary: A series of fics in which Arthur is a vampire, and Merlin smells good.

The Sorcerer and the King

Summary: Merlin’s death is only the beginning; with no-one to protect the kingdom, Camelot falls to an enemy sorcerer and Arthur is forced to serve in the court that he once ruled. When an escape attempt goes horribly wrong, Arthur is rescued by someone he never expected to see again – and it’s their destiny to put things right.

 The Tournament of All Magicks 

Summary: Merlin is invited to compete in a tournament of magic. Sure, he’d like to become the champion of all Albion, but first he has to get past giant creatures, a seductive sorceress, and the crown prince of Camelot.

Three Tasks

Summary: Arthur is the Royal Arbiter for Suitable Suitors’ Disputes. He (and his trusty companion, the golden-dragon-tasselled hat) alone can determine who is fit to woo royal servants and other assorted courtiers in Uther’s court. 

Tributes 

Crossover with the Hunger Games 

Summary: It is the 57th annual Hunger Games, and Merlin Emrys stands at the Reaping ceremony with Guinevere Smith at his side, unable to hear the roar of the crowd over the ringing in his own ears. Because Merlin is about to face his best friend and twenty-two strangers in a fight to the death, where there can only be one victor.

In a twisted game where death seems the only certainty, Merlin will find himself tested in ways no one could have ever predicted - and may even find himself fighting for more than just his own life as he enters into an unlikely alliance with Arthur Pendragon, the Career tribute poised to win it all.

 Vicious 

Summary: Under some sort of spell Merlin becomes like a feral creature. Like any creature, he wants sex but he’s only attracted to magical beings. He comes across Arthur and because Arthur was conceived from magic, Merlin identifies him as his prey and proceeds to hunt. 

We Pull These Jobs to Make a Little Money (No One Gets Hurt If They Don’t Act Funny) 

Summary: Arthur and his friends have been making their money this way for years. It’s all they know and they’re good enough to get away with it. Merlin grudgingly works in a bank, wishing his days away. Their worlds collide and everything changes.

AKA: Bank robbers of the round table.

[logicalbookthief]

First Offenders

I recently discovered I had this little gem collecting dusts in my drafts? And decided there’s no time like the present, might as well share.

Remember those two one-shots about the AU with the "Stan raises the twins in Gravity Falls" premise? This fic is part of that series (you can read the other here and here for reference, but it’s not necessary).

Stan wasn’t pleased to receive the call that forced him to shut down the Shack and forgo three hours of profit for a mandatory visit to the local preschool – all for a measly case of misbehavior, no less.

The sight that greeted him, however, pretty much made the whole stupid trip worthwhile: Inside the hard-time playpen (that resembled a brightly-colored coral more than jail cell) Dipper sat cross-legged, breathing into a plastic harmonica he had conned Stan into buying pilfering on the condition the condition that he never play the instrument in his guardian’s presence.

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel cried when she spotted him, waving her chubby hand between the bars.

“You gonna spring us or what?” Dipper demanded.

Turning to the teacher – bonafide babysitter, really – that had led him to the detainees, Stan scoffed, “What’re they in for, coloring outside the lines?”

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[tenma-udai]

i would like a super adorable bluepulse where bart gets sooo embarrassed becouse of jaime or something and runs away and jaime goes to apollogize (i am soooo NOT sorry for the bad spelling DEAL WITH IT )

A/N: Haha yeah you tell grammar who’s boss, Anon.

Anyway, I tried.

Jaime didn’t notice Bart’s hickey until halfway through the Allen family dinner.

            He nearly choked up his noodles in front of the entire Flash family, including Artemis and Wally’s parents Mary and Rudy. They all gave Jaime concerned looks as he tried to wash the spaghetti back down with water. The collar on Bart’s green button up mostly covered the bruise, but if he craned his neck at all, it was showcased with embarrassingly visible teeth marks.

            Barry clapped Jaime on the back. “You okay, sport?”

            Jaime coughed into his fist, nodding. “Uh, yeah. Food just went down the wrong tube.”

            Barry chuckled, and Jaime felt queasy. He doubted the Flash would be so friendly if he took a closer look at his grandson’s neck.

            Bart watched him from across the table, his golden eyes inquisitive. Jaime scratched at his own throat, looking at his boyfriend pointedly, trying to gesture to where the love-bite was on Bart, but Bart’s frown only deepened in confusion.

            “So,” Artemis piped up, giving Jaime a warm smile. “You’re Bart’s boyfriend now, huh?”

            Jaime rubbed his neck to hide his pointing. “Um. Yeah. It’s official now.”

            Bart blushed and Joan beamed at Jaime fondly.

            “You two are so sweet together it melts my heart,” she said, taking her husband’s hand. “I remember when Jay and I first met and–”

            Jaime kept his gaze fixated on the older lady as he slipped his phone out of his pocket, fingers running over the familiar keys quickly.

            Bart’s phone went off– from the living room. Jaime bit back a groan.

            Bart’s head turned, the collar of his shirt pulling down ever so slightly– Jaime kicked him from under the table. Bart shot him a scowl like, dude that’s so not how you play footsie.

            “That you, Bart?” Jay asked.

            “Yeah,” Bart said, moving to retrieve his phone.

            “Now, now,” Joan said warningly. “You know how I feel about phones at the table, Bart.”

            Jaime cursed in his head.

            Bart sank back into his seat. “Yes, Joan.”

            “So, Jaime,” Mary West said, turning the attention back to him. “What do you plan to do after high school?”

            “Well, I want to be a doctor or maybe dentist,” Jaime answered, eyes flicking to Bart, who was now totally invested in his meal.

            Iris raised her eye brows in surprise. “A doctor? Very ambitious of you.”

            Artemis hummed in agreement. “A lot of schooling.”

            “On top of being a hero?” Barry asked.

            Jaime nodded. “Yeah, it’ll be a lot, but–”

            “Jaime’s really smart,” Bart chirped in. “If anyone can do it, he can.”

            Jay and Joan exchanged wry smiles.

            “Oh we’ve heard all about Jaime’s brilliance,” Joan assured.

            Jaime didn’t feel brilliant as he forced himself not to stare at Bart’s neck. Artemis smiled at him.

            “It’s okay if you need to take time off from heroing, you know,” Artemis said. “Life happens.”

            Her hand subconsciously drifted to her belly, now swollen with three months pregnancy. Jaime felt a pang of sorrow for her, having to raise Wally’s child all alone– Jaime couldn’t even imagine how terrifying that must be for her.

            Iris, who was sitting next to the archer, took her hand. “Yes, and there is no shame in needing time. To regain balance.”

            Maybe not totally alone, Jaime amended as everyone at the table nodded and murmured in approval.

            “So how’s baby-flash doing?” Bart asked, leaning over to Artemis and prodding her on the shoulder. “He or she a speedster, can you tell yet?”

            Artemis laughed. “No Bart, I can’t.”

            Iris frowned, as Bart’s collar tugged down while he moved. “Bart, what do you have on your–”

            “Excuse me, Iris,” Jaime blurted. “Could you pass the salt, please?”

            She blinked. “Um, I don’t think we pulled out the salt… It’s spaghetti.”

            “Here, honey let me grab you some,” Joan assured, getting up.

            Bart frowned. “I have a what on my what?”

            Jaime gave Bart a pointed look. Realization broke over the speedster’s face as he remembered last night when– Bart clamped a hand over neck, eyes wide, and Jaime sunk into his seat.

            “Can-I-be-excused-thanks.” Bart rushed, speeding off so quickly the table and plates all shifted in the gust of wind he left behind.

            Barry looked to his wife. “What just happened?”

            Jaime scooted out. “I better go after him.”

            Joan returned with the salt shaker. “Where are you–”

            “Sorry this is important, thanks for dinner,” Jaime said, sprinting out the door as he armored up.

            “But–” Jay started.

            “We’ll be back I just need to–” He paused. He needed to what? Apologize for being such an idiot? Apologize for ruining the family dinner? Curse himself endlessly for being so careless? His heart sunk; how could Bart’s family trust him now?

            “We’ll be back.” He repeated.

            …

                        He landed beside the speedster when he found him in El Paso a half-hour later.

            “Carino, I’m so sorry,” Jaime spilled, his armor peeling back. “I forgot that– I should’ve spotted it earlier or–”

            Bart turned to him, a small smile on his face and fingers brushing against the love-bite. “Don’t be sorry, babe. I didn’t see it either.”

            Jaime still felt anxiety gnaw at his stomach. “But your family–”

            Bart shrugged. “They should be okay with it. I mean, the Flash Family: Keep Moving Forward, right?”

            Jaime smiled despite his nerves. “You got that off a car commercial.”

            Bart grinned. “And anyway, it doesn’t matter what they think. I like the hickey.”

            Jaime gave him a strange look. “You do?”

            “‘Course I do,” Bart said, stepping forward. “I got it from you, didn’t I?”

            Jaime blushed as Bart’s arms twisted around his waist. The speedster gave him a wicked grin.

            “Now get down  here so I can give you one to match,” Bart ordered.

            Jaime grinned as he leaned down to kiss his boyfriend, noting that he liked to wear scarves anyway.

[bloopulse]

When you have the time, if you could write a future bluepulse fic Jaime/Bart established relationship Bart or Jaime are subjected to scarecrows fear gas/toxin, you don't have to take this request if you do not want to

A/N: I have a few other requests that I need to finish (and I promise I’ll get on them soon), but I’ve been thinking about a similar idea for a fic to the scarecrow fear gas thing, so here it is. Thanks for the prompt! 

  Tendrils of fog curled around his legs and torso, skimming harmlessly over his red and gold uniform until they reached his face. The eerie fog ghosted over his exposed flesh, leaching a fetid substance from the pores of his skin.

            A rancid smell permeated, the scent of rotting flesh. Bile burned its way up his throat. Breathebreathebreathe. 

A man and woman stepped out of the curtain of fog. They stared at him, drinking in his features.

           The woman shared his chestnut hair. She reached a quivering hand forward to caress his cheek. “Bart,” she breathed, her cheeks now slick with tears. Bart slid into her embrace. She was as cold as the air around him. He closed his eyes. He closed them and he never wanted to open them. 

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[cadbanee]

“Master and Apprentice”

All your Vader/Ahsoka needs - for @princess-anakin !!

“Master and Apprentice”

“Snips…?”

His voice rang out in the dark chambers.  The Imperial Palace was tranquil that night on Coruscant.  The Dark Side hung still over it, like a still, silent black cloud, no storm coming anytime soon.

At the sound of his voice, she looked up.  Dried tears, darkened by mascara, clung to her cheeks.  Her violet lower lip pouted.

“Yes, Master?” she whispered into the darkness.  Her chamber was about the size of a large closet.  She had little she needed.  The Palace had every necessity and luxury they could imagine.  Their way of life here was far better than it had been in the place that once stood here.  She dared say they were spoiled.  And she loved it.

Vader’s breathing, constant and mechanical, that deathly purr, had always calmed her down, somehow.  Perhaps because it existed as a helpful reminder that she was never alone.

That whenever she needed him, or wanted him, her Master would be there.

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[loth-cat]

Ooh!! Prompts. Uh.. Maybe Ketsu, (like, during rebels canon) idk. Gets hurt and doesn't wanna admit it and Sabine takes care of her? Platonic or not I love the idea

So this ended up sappy and NOT PLATONIC at all. 

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[igaveyousmut]

magic made me do it

bonnie, elena, and sex. 

https://fembuck.dreamwidth.org/15744.html

[thechosenone260]

Finding Strength

A SWR/TCW Fanfiction

So I’ve been talking to  @doggiez101 about how I think Sabine will paint her hair in season 3, and this sorta happened….

(Post Twilight of the Apprentice)

Rex fiddled with his blaster. He was bored.

Ever since the rebels had found a base, he’d been sitting around.

After Kanan and Ezra had returned from Malachor without–

His vision clouded. He chucked the blaster at the wall, not even wincing as it broke into multiple pieces. What a piece of junk.

He had sworn to protect her.

She was always the calm and confident one. She had promised…

Now she was gone.

And Rex couldn’t accept it.

Sabine, her helmet on, walked into the room, “Hey, I thought we were going to  do some blaster practice,” she laughed,

“Not that either of us need it…”

Rex managed a weak smile. Sabine eyed Rex’s poor attempt at a grin, a single eyebrow raised. Dropping down beside him, she gave a dejected sigh.

“You miss her.”

“Miss her?” He laughed bitterly. “That’s an understatement.”

Sabine knew it was better to stay silent. She didn’t even make a move to remove her helmet.

“I’ve known her since she was a youngling: feisty, determined, and…snippy…,” he smiled, “That’s what they called her, you know,”

“Snips.”

Sabine tried to imagine the fierce leader she knew being called snips.

In some weird way, it fit.

“She was an amazing leader, a great woman…” Sabine set a hand on Rex’s knee, a rare sign of affection from the artist, “I miss her too, but I can’t imagine what it feels like for you.”

“No,” he grimaced, “You can’t.”

Sabine lowered her head for a moment, “You’re right,” she said finally, “But like an old Mandolorian saying says,

”Those who are lost live on in the strong.”“

Rex’s eyes misted as those words hung in the air. He might have been a clone, but he wasn’t foreign to his Mandalorian heritage.

When Rex didn’t respond, Sabine removed her helmet.

She tossed her newly colored locks.

“I’ll be strong for her,” Sabine gave a grin,

“Will you?”

Rex, not looking at the artist, felt something tugging at him. He turned to look at the young Mandalorian.

Her hair.

It was a beautiful blue gently leading into a pure white.

Ahsoka.

As he looked at Sabine’s hair, painted like Ahsoka’s headtails, he heard a familiar voice:

Rex.

It was unmistakably Snip’s voice. He glanced around wildly, but it was still only Sabine and him.

He finally found the courage to look Sabine in the eye.

“If the lost live on in the strong,” He smiled, “I better try to be strong– for her.”

Sabine nodded. She knew this clone–no, this man, it wasn’t fair to call him a clone. He was an individual.

Rex would try.

If not for Sabine, for the small snippy Padawan he had grown to love.

[sildae]

Congrats on the 600 followers! Can I request something Hera and Sabine centric? With maybe some bonding time over paint?

Not exactly paint, but it’s still one of Sabine’s preferred forms of art. ^^ Thank you for the prompt!

Incendiary — Ficlet #64

Characters: Sabine Wren, Hera Syndulla

Era: SWR, post-S2

Word Count: 1,373

Like any planet, Atollon had its own palette.

It wasn’t the jeweled pastels of Garel, the ridges of soft light, any defined lines lost in the dense purples of its mesas and plateaus; or Lothal, all gentle, rolling gold and brilliant blue that stretched from horizon to horizon, so bright it hurt the naked eye; or the sulky shadows of Concord Dawn, sullen and dull before giving way to the heavy cowl of night.

Or even Mandalore.

The muscles along Sabine’s jaw jumped and she reset her aim.

Another krykna had broken through Chopper Base’s security line two days ago. It got all the way to the main storage hanger before Zeb’s (terrified) roar brought backup running. “I hate bugs,” he’d muttered for hours afterward. “All bugs.” Chopper had lodged three krykna legs into Zeb’s bunk the next night.

But dealing with a breached line didn’t explain the breached line.

Sabine had a hunch, and after one particularly interesting conversation inside the base’s command center, she decided it was time to follow said hunch. Which, for now, meant laying flat on her belly against a rapidly cooling rockshelf, one blaster trained out across the now-familiar line of sensor markers and her wrist blinking a slow, steady green.

A puff of air pushed through her bucket’s seal, pressing against the sweaty stick of hair at the nape of her neck. Sabine ignored it.

Just a little bit longer…

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[shitreyloshipperssay]

Someone is adopted by a space kitten.

1/5 prompts for FinnRey positivity, 3 prompt positions still open.

Lothal, a picnic, and mentions of Finn’s anxiety. (Also mentions of the First Order.)

1080 words

Lothal hasn’t been important since before war against the Empire, but orders are orders, especially when they come from Master Skywalker. The only interesting thing about the planet was that it had been, at some point before the Battle of Yavin, the home of a Rebel cell.

Not particularly important in itself, as there had been more Rebel cells than there had been planets, just about, but Master Skywalker had been very particular about this cell, and that his student must do her best to find anything this “Spectre” group had left behind, with no word on why.

And so Rey had set out to Lothal, together with Finn and Chewbacca.

Chewie had declined leaving behind the Falcon, growling something Finn hadn’t entirely caught, and that Rey had helpfully translated as “he said he’d rather look after the motivator”, with a casual shrug.

Finn had known, of course, that there were planets that were less well off, and First Order propaganda had said that it would take care of those planets once they overthrew the corrupt Senate.

But to see it with his own eyes was something different, a planet even thirty years after the war where a large portion of the population lived in houses that were better described as shacks, and as they made their way he couldn’t help but reach for Rey’s hand.

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[captainmazzic]

Fire Across the Galaxy - an Epilogue

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Word Count: 2205

Characters: The Grand Inquisitor, Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, Ahsoka Tano, Hera Syndulla… Zeb and Sabine make appearances but don’t really do much

Summary: What if Kanan had saved the Grand Inquisitor, instead of letting him fall?

Spoilers and Notes: Spoilers for episode 16 in the second season of Rebels, “Shroud of Darkness”. Also part of the dialogue/events are lifted directly from the last episode of the first season of Rebels, “Fire Across the Galaxy”. I cut through some scenes instead of rehashing them in detail, so if you haven’t seen that episode in a while, I recommend rewatching so it doesn’t seem entirely confusing. I can’t claim much in the way of quality here though, I wrote this in like 2 hours and I’m not good at being concise. 

“There are some things far more frightening than death.”

Kanan heard the words, but didn’t understand what they could mean. All he saw was the resolve behind the Inquisitor’s luminescent eyes, and behind that resolve was the deep and abiding fear that he spoke of. Whether it was sudden insight or a premonition from the Force, Kanan knew what the Inquisitor would do next surely as he knew that he must take another breath – and in that breath he lunged forward and grabbed the man as he released his hold on the ledge.

“I don’t know what you think you’re running from,” Kanan hissed, “But it’s not going to be that easy.”

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[foreverwakanda]

help me i'm t'chucky trash and all i can think about is bucky asking out t'challa during one of their sparring sessions and t'challa getting huffy, because HE wanted to be the one to ask out bucky. they continue sparring and winner chooses the location.

this is so cute ahhhh. here you go lovely nonnie!

“I’ve only got one arm, can you give me a break?” Bucky panted from his spot on the floor. He was flat on his back, staring up at T’Challa who was standing above him, smirking.

“You’re the one who told me not to go easy on you. Besides, you’ve got a perfectly good arm waiting for you upstairs,” said T’Challa, though he reached down to offer Bucky a hand which he took with a roll of his eyes.

“I’ve got a great arm upstairs,” he grinned at T’Challa, all wild hair and bright eyes. “It’s amazing, really.”

“I wonder who made it for you,” T’Challa teased.

Bucky approached him, a little smirk on his face. “You wouldn’t know em’.”

“Tell me about him?” T’Challa asked, raising his fists, signifying that they aren’t quite done yet.

Bucky decided to play along. “This guy. Well he’s great. A fuckin’ genius, really. Doesn’t hurt that he’s tall, dark and handsome.” He smirks wickedly at T’Challa.

T’Challa laughs, ducking a punch carefully aimed at his face. Fighting when Bucky took the arm off usually meant Bucky lost. He insisted upon doing it sometimes though, in case anyone ever took his arm away from him again.

That wouldn’t happen on T’Challa’s watch, though.

They sparred a little while longer, though it was more play, than brutality. Of course, there were times when they fought like that. When they needed that. But today, it was all a game. A way to get rid of extra energy.

Plus, they enjoyed each others company.

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[bodhimcbodeface]

I thought maybe I could put a little bit of actual plot in Winter Blueberry. It quickly devolved into people talking about their feelings because that’s all I know how to write.

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