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Corvina Briggs and Her Clone Son’s
WIP
(Left to Right)
Roscoe, Lorne, and Qrow Briggs
There is an unreasonably large part of me that wants to write about a little old lady and her wife running an “adoption agency” for Troubled Clones. Clones that specifically need a little extra TLC—not a euphemism! she is very firm about the no hanky-panky clause—and a little extra guidance as they adjust to life on Etheria.
Again, if I can manage to stop fixating on Hordak for five minutes, I might actually do it.
When the general adopted the captain
Adopting Echo and Fives
(For the lovely anon who asked, sorry for the really, really, really long wait :3 (Echo, my precious baby x3 ))
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You enter the playroom of the clone adoption center with one goal: adopt the perfect son.
You can see him in your mind; he’s smart, funny, and extremely kind to everyone.
You just hope he exists.
The kamorian is trying to convince you these rowdy little clones playing kind of violently together are perfect for you.
It annoys you that she’s desperately trying to convince you to take one of them. It feels like she’s trying to sell you an old broken down house in a bad neighborhood for the price of a mansion.
You roll your eyes and turn your back to her and she shuts up.
To be honest, you’re disappointed with the clones. It’s not their fault, they’re all adorable and extremely sweet but none of them are what you were hoping for.
The kamorian is following you through the room saying little facts about each boy, you figure you scare her due to your coldness to her earlier. It’s just you were hoping for so much that it hurts that you were shot so low.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see one little clone staring at you with eyes filled with wonder.
You turn your head to get a better look at him, he turns quickly and whispers something to his brother who’s reading a book.
The brother looks up over his book and then ducks behind it when you two lock eyes.
They start whispering to each other while glancing over at you.
Curiosity gets the better of you and you go over to the two little boys. "Hello."
They both jump and look up at you with big eyes.
“Hi!" Says the one without a book hopping up to shake your hand, "I'm Fives."
“Fives? Was the other numbers taken?" You joke, he tilts his head with a puzzled look, he didn't get it. "Oh, never mind." You say as you introduce yourself.
The one with the book peeks up at you from behind Fives. “And what's your name?" You ask.
He stares down at his book drumming nervously on the back cover, he mumbles something.
“I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." You say kneeling down to his level.
He mumbles again.
“Didn't quite catch that either," you say reaching over to touch his hand.
He opens his mouth to say his name, but the Kaminoan barks at him, "come on, speak up. We did not teach you boys to be cowards."
The poor boy looks terrified to speak now.
You glare at the Kaminoan, "did I ask for your help?"
The Kaminoan backs up quietly.
You sit down and hold out your arms, "I promise I don't bite."
The little boy looks at Fives, Fives shrugs, and sits in your lap. Shyly the other one does the same.
“So, what is your name?" You ask rubbing their backs. Fives hums happily and relaxes into you, the other is still is a bit tense.
“E-Echo..." He finally says.
“Echo, what a lovely name for a sweet boy." You say smiling.
“Am I sweet too?" Fives asks making puppy eyes at you.
“Extremely." You say as a crazy idea pops into your head. "Sweet enough for me to adopt you both. You two make the perfect son for me."
Echo's eyes start to water, "you're going to adopt us?"
You nod and giggle as the two of them hug you on the verge of tears.
The Kamorian looks stunned, "two?"'
You give the Kamorian a warning look, "you got a problem with that?"
The Kamorian straightens up, "no."
You get up holding both boys' hands and walk to her office to fill out the paperwork.
Adopting Rex
( @13skullyhorror13 your wish is my command! Sorry for the wait lovely (I accidentally deleted the first one because I’m dumb like that x3 ))
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As you enter the clone adoption center you are overcome with emotions. There’s so many! And they all look so much alike! How can I pick one?
The kaminoan in charge isn’t much help either, she keeps going on about how they are made to be perfect but doesn’t explain there personality.
It of course makes you more nervous when they keep looking up at you with puppy eyes.
You are surprised though, you thought there would be more little boys but there’s only a few actually in the playroom.
“Where are the others?” You ask trying not to sound stupid. “Did they already find homes?”
“No.” The kaminoan says flatly, “the Jedi do volunteer work and take them out for ice cream when they’re in the area. Anakin Skywalker tends to take a mass majority of them during his visits, these ones usually try to stay behind hoping for a mother or father. I say it’s pointless.”
“Getting ice cream?” You ask slightly confuse.
The kaminoan says looking at the clones like they’re garbage, “waiting for a mother or father.”
You want to argue, but you don’t want to risk getting kicked out and not adopting one of them so you bite your tongue.
The door behind you two opens, and a rush of little clones comes rushing in with ice cream covered hands.
“Please go wash up!” The kaminoan says sternly, but there was no point telling them to since they were already heading that way.
“Oh relax,” says a smooth voice from behind you two, “they’re good boys.”
You turn to see General Skywalker with a tub of ice cream under his arm. He simply strides past you two and places the ice cream on the table in front of a little clone with fuzzy blonde hair reading a book, “here you go, Rex.”
Rex looks up at him wide eyed, “for me? I can’t just have all of this… Can I share it?”
Anakin smiles and ruffles his hair, “it’s up to you, it’s your ice cream after all.”
Rex goes into the kitchen and grabs a ton of spoons and puts them on the table, “anyone want some?”
Shyly a bunch of his brothers come sit with him and eat some ice cream, but Rex doesn’t take any.
Anakin sighs and looks down at Rex, “you can at least take one bite.”
Rex says with a nervous smile, “I love my brothers, what if by me taking a bite means someone doesn’t get any?”
Anakin chuckles, “what about the kaminoans?”
“They don’t like ice cream?” Rex’s eyes dart over to you, “would you like a bite?”
You are flattered by the kind offer, “oh me? No thank you, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? It’s really good.” Rex says, “it’s actually my favorite kind.”
“And you’re not going to eat any?” You ask surprised.
Rex nods, “yeah?”
That’s when you know, “it’s you.”
Rex blinks, “what’s me?”
“You. You’re my son.” You say smiling.
Rex’s eyes water, “you mean… I’m getting adopted?” He tries to contain himself but he runs to you crying and hugs your leg, “mommy!”
You pick him up and hold him against you petting his fuzzy hair, “how about after I fill out the paperwork, I take you out for ice cream?”
Rex nods.
Before you go into the kaminoan’s office, Anakin shakes your hand, “take care of my little buddy, and if you ever need a babysitter let me know.”
Adopting Cut-Up
(For the oh so lovely @kissmesharman who sent in the request and agrees with me that his accent is so frickin' cute! (Someone clear this up for me, does it sound more Scottish or Irish because I hear both xD ))
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You walk into a large room full of children running around and laughing. You can't help but laugh too, "they're so cute," you say to the kaminoan.
The kaminoan forces a smiles, "yes. I guess they are... Cute."
You see this one group in the corner playing, one is laughing while everyone else looks annoyed. Immediately you have a bad feeling and go over, but realize as you get closer the laughing one is making puns. You roll your eyes smiling and move on, you don't want to interrupt his comedy stand-up.
You meet quite a few young boys, all are ideal sons but they're lacking something, but you don't know what it is.
The kaminoan looks at the time, "I'm afraid the facility will be closing soon. All clones have a strict bedtime. But you may come back tomorrow if you'd like."
You sigh, "okay..."
Suddenly a voice yells out in a very strong British accent that sounds almost Irish, maybe Scottish to you, "hey! Miss! Did it hurt?!?!"
You know where this is going when you see the charming little jokester from before smirking up at you. "Did what hurt?"
You say just to humor him. "When you fell from heaven?" He says with a giant smile while making a drum sound, "ba-dum tss."
His brothers groan and someone yells, "SHUT UP!"
“Everyone hates your jokes, Cut-Up!" Another says coldly.
You burst out laughing, that's it! That's what you were looking for, a son that will make you feel better with some quirky remark after a hard day of work and is fun.
"Wait, I got one for you now," you say when you finally stop laughing.
Cut-Up smiles, "Oooo, tell me! Tell me!"
"Were you blown away?" You say kneeling down to his level.
“By what?" Cut-Up smirks.
“When I asked you to be my son?" You say smiling.
Cut-Up stares for a second as the words begin to process, then his whole face lights up and he starts jumping around excitedly. "YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!"
He hugs you tightly and starts crying tears of joy, you hug back and turn to the kaminoan, "I don't think I'll need to come back tomorrow."
The kaminoan blinks, "there's still paperwork to be filled out."
“Then let's go fill it out," you say scooping Cut-Up up in your arms.
You go back to the kaminoan's office and breeze through the paperwork and hurry off with Cut-Up to catch a taxi home so you can beat traffic.
As soon as you get in the cab though, that's when the traffic begins, but for once you're actually not that annoyed, because Cut-Up is asleep in your lap and mumbling random nonsense in his sleep.
You kiss his forehead and he smiles and murmurs quietly in his oh-so adorable accent, "I love you mommy."
Adopting Tup
(I saw when @38-special reblogged one of my clone adoption posts something about adopting Tup. Wish granted, lovely!)
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As you walk into the adoption room, your eyes stinging slightly from the lights reflecting on all the white surfaces, you can’t help but smile.
You’re adopting a son! A little clone is coming home with you and you’re going to be a parent!
The kaminoan leads you in and you find yourself in a large sort of play room full of little boys who all look the same besides the way they do their hair and their tattoos they obviously drew on with markers.
You giggle, they’re all so adorable that you just to scoop them all up and take every single one of them home. One of them runs into the wall declaring he can go through it, so scratch that, maybe not all of them but most of them.
The kaminoan turns to you and asks, “what type of son are you looking for?”
You shrug, “I would like someone that’s not too wild and will listen to me when I tell him to do something.”
“All the clones are usually good at following orders,” the kaminoan glares over at the clone who ran into the wall, “except some can be a bit harder to train, like Hardcase is.”
Hardcase wanders over to his brothers who are sitting on the floor in little huddle drawing with blue markers.
The kaminoan notices you watching them, “would you like to meet them?”
You nod and she takes you over to them.
They look up at you and smile friendly smiles before continuing to draw.
One however doesn’t notice you, it’s probably because his hair is a little too long and he’s in the zone.
For some reason he captures your attention, you notice unlike the others who are drawing battleships and guns and other sorts of action packed things, this one is drawing plants and other hybrids.
He pushes his hair out of his eyes and that’s when he notices you.
He practically jumps, you guess you startled him.
“Hello there.” You say sweetly, you’re trying not to scare any of your potential sons, “what’s your name?”
He smiles up at you, “Tup, what’s yours?”
You tell him your name and ask, “what are you drawing?”
“A picture I saw in a book,” Tup tells you proudly showing you his drawing. “I read that they eat people and thought it was kind of cool.”
One of his brothers scoffs, they obviously don’t think it’s cool.
This obviously upsets Tup and he looks hurt, you can’t help but love his little hurt puppy face.
“I love your drawing,” you say, “and plants that eat people sounds very cool.”
Tup smiles and perks up, “really?”
You nod which makes me you feel all tingly inside seeing how happy you made him.
He holds out his drawing, “you can have it.”
That’s the moment you know, “I can’t just take your drawing.”
Tup keeps holding it out, “but you said you like it, I would like you to have it…”
You smile, “I’ll take the photo, but only if I get to take you with it. What do you say?”
His jaw drops, “are you going to adopt me?”
You nod, “is that okay?”
Tup hugs your leg, “yes! Yes please!”
You lean down and pick him up, “then it’s settled, you’re my son.”
Tup smiles and you carry him out of there, fill out the paperwork which bores him to sleep right in your lap, and then you carry your sleeping son out of the adoption facility to his new home with you.
Adopting Kix
(For the ever so lovely @clonewarsimagines who has been oh so nice to me and made my adopting clone troopers post get so many notes *high pitch squeal* I love her and all her work!!!!!)
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You go into this room, it’s bright but mainly from the overwhelming amount of white that’s almost blinding you.
As soon as you enter the room, you find yourself the center of attention of some of the cutest little boys you’ve ever seen.
They all look up at you and smile and greet you. You just want to take them all home but you only have space to take one lucky little clone home with you.
The kaminoan in charge of the facility shoos them away, “run along, little ones. Go play as you normally would if there wasn’t a guest,” she then turns to you, “best to see them as they are really rather than how they act, you know what I mean, dear?”
“Absolutely,” you say but you’re a little annoyed because you want to talk to them all no matter what.
The kaminoan points out each one of them absently like its no big deal that you’re adopting one of them and leaving all the rest behind, “this one is Rex… This one is Cody… That one is Tup… That one is Dogma… This one-”
“I’M GOING TO JUMP OFF THE BOOKSHELF!!!!!!!” A voice yells making everyone jump.
You turn to see a wild eyed little clone standing on top of the highest bookshelf looking down at a stack of pillows with an almost crazed grin.
The kaminoan sighs, “I ought to put a bell on that one…” She then storms over looking menacingly, “Hardcase! Get down from there!”
“That’s why I’m going to jump off the bookshelf,” Hardcase says.
The kaminoan grabs him a little roughly than necessary and puts him down on the floor, “go sit in the corner and think about what you did.”
Hardcase pouts and walks to the corner shamefully while holding his arm, “you’re all no fun…”
The kaminoan claps her hands and they all go back to the way they were before Hardcase’s daredevil attempt.
You feel bad for him but know that you can’t handle him if you brought him home, but everyone doesn’t seem to appeal to you.
You’re about to give up when someone bumps into your leg.
“Excuse me,” says a little clone dragging a medical kit play set. “I’m sorry, here, have a lollipop!” He reaches in his pocket and hands you a purple lollipop.
“What are you doing?” You ask slightly amused as you take the lollipop.
“I’m a Doctor of course! I’m helping the injured!” He declares, “my name is Kix!”
The kaminoan looks down at him, “you’re interrupting our conversation, little one.”
“Sorry,” Kix says sadly and drags his play set away, “anyone want to play doctor with me?”
No one answers him.
“Anyone?” Kix repeats. “I know you guys can hear me…”
Hardcase yells out, “can I play?!?!”
The kaminoan rolls her eyes, “no, Hardcase, you’re in time out!”
Kix looks around disappointed and then drags his kit into the corner and pretends to operate on a stuff animal.
Seeing how lonely he is makes your heart break, but the fact he’s so calm and doesn’t complain about no one wanting to play makes up your mind.
“I want him.” You tell the kaminoan.
“I’m sorry?” The kaminoan says slightly bewildered. “You want Kix?”
Kix looks up with saucers in his eyes, “me?”
You nod.
Kix jumps up and runs over to you with his arms extended and hugs you, you pick him up and hold him in your arms.
The kaminoan sort of smiles, as if she’s happy to see that Kix found a home or that she’s glad to get rid of one clone from her adoption center, “alright let’s go fill out your paperwork.”
You go into her office with Kix still in your arms clinging to you excitedly, and fill out his paperwork.
After its all done, you take his hand and you two walk out and catch a taxi.
“Um, excuse me?” Kix says suddenly.
“Yes, Kix?” You say smiling.
“Is it alright if I… Call you mom?”
You lean over and kiss his forehead, “of course, my son”
