#jasondont

[cabezadeperro]

Sometimes i think i want to write dc fic again, and then I Remember

[aces-to-apples]

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.

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

"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.”

[reyiosa]

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?”

Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Inhaled. Exhaled. 

“Please tell me,” he said evenly, “that I misheard you.”

The problem with Jango Fett was that he was far more intelligent than many gave him credit for. When he landed a blow, he knew what he was hurting and how much hurt it would cause.

So when Jango sat up in bed, watching Obi-Wan get dressed to leave, his expression never wavered. His eyes—the brown depths Obi-Wan swam in not long ago—held nothing. A predator lining up a shot.

He didn’t repeat himself. He didn’t have to.

“What am I supposed to say to that, Jango?” said Obi-Wan, speaking over the rising ball in his throat. “What do you want to hear? Yes or no?”

Jango said nothing. He didn’t have to.

“Do you want to hear it out loud? No, I wouldn’t. No, I cannot. Yes, once upon a time, I would have. I would have left all I had known and all I had been to be with you, to take cin vhetin, to become Mandalorian. And nothing of Obi-Wan Kenobi would be left.”

Jango huffed. “Then there wasn’t much of Obi-Wan Kenobi to begin with.”

“Whatever there is, he is a Jedi,” said Obi-Wan firmly. “I am a Jedi. Would you turn your back on Mandalore? On being Mandalorian?”

Jango stiffened. “That’s not the same.”

Obi-Wan twitched a smile to hide another fracture. “Perhaps. From a certain point of view.”

He stepped out into the hallway to put his boots on and let the door slam behind him.

[aces-to-apples]

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?

[aces-to-apples]

maul/jesse, 23? 👀

For the ask meme

Here on AO3

Warnings: technically domestic violence

23. Coming home

“Twelve! Months! You! Prick!”

Maul moved aside as yet another very heavy, geometric paperweight hurled itself at his head. “Once again,” he said with great patience, “I apologize for any inconvenience I caused—”

“Inconvenience?!” Jesse—well, shrieked might be the most appropriate word. Breathing heavily, eyes shining brighter than Maul had seen in years, his lieutenant looked as if he might go for the throat if Maul did not tread carefully. “I thought you were dead! I’ve been fending off takeovers and putting down rebellions across the fripping Collective practically since you disappeared, and you say ‘sorry for the inconvenience’?!”

“I miscalculated,” he growled. “I’m sorry, Jesse.”

Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, Jesse looked wild around the edges in a way that could not simply be explained away as fury. He looked—afraid. Terrified, really.

Blinking, something clicked and Maul suddenly understood.

“I’m sorry, Jesse,” he repeated, softer, approaching carefully and letting the shields that tempered their bond fall away. “I did not mean to scare you. I did not mean to make you live through that again. It was—cruel, to make you go through that again. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry.”

He cautiously wrapped his mind around Jesse’s, letting him feel his presence in a way that could not be faked, could not be mistaken.

“You were gone,” Jesse choked out, eyes darting around like trapped prey. “You were just gone, I couldn’t feel you anymore, just like. Just like.”

“Just like Kix,” Maul finished for him, when it was clear that he couldn’t say it. “I disappeared without warning or explanation, just like Kix, and you were left alone. I came back to you, though. I came back.”

He laid a careful hand on Jesse’s arm once he was in reach and a visible shudder ran through his body at the touch.

“What the kark happened, Maul?” he said, breathing shallowly. “Where did you go? Why didn’t you come back?”

Sighing, Maul reached out with the Force and righted a wooden chair that had been hurled his way earlier. He pulled an unresisting Jesse along, sat down, and pulled him down onto his lap. “I went to Malachor,” he began. “And you’ll never guess what I found there, cyar’vod...”

[tinytile]

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).

[softbrah]

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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