If you were a fan of if wishes came true, you should know that I am 5k into its entirely unnecessary sequel.
what does that mean in czargasm speak? idk. maybe I'll abandon it, maybe I'll have a new fic for you in a week or two. 🤷🏻♀️ the uncertainty is part of the fun? that I'm out of bed and working on it at 5:45 am has to count for something though.
Summary: Ahsoka tries to hide a mid-mission injury from Anakin.
@loki-hargreeves' July Writing Challenge Prompt 7/13: injury
Word Count: 2,701
A/N: I don't usually write for Clone Wars (even though it's my favorite piece of media ever) but I had an idea with this prompt and I thought I'd surprise my sister with it. I'm also extremely unhappy with this fic lol - due to an impromptu trip and several birthday events I had to write this all in one night while I was falling asleep and I kind of hate it @@ but here it is anyway!
Thanks for reading!
Warnings: Stab injuries, blood loss
my taglist is all for Loki fics so I'm not putting it here but if you do want to be tagged on any potential future clone wars fics please let me know!!
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Ahsoka leans back from the rugged rock face, the wind whistling past her montrals as she gazes up at the fortress ahead. The separatist base is high in the craggy mountains, a fortress built into the stone by some ancient civilization long before the war - before the Republic, possibly. It was designed to be impenetrable. Her master took that personally.
At these altitudes, the cloud cover is far too severe for air support, so Anakin came up with a different plan - one that involves splitting their troops in half and flanking either side of the mountain, rappelling up the side with cables and ropes and steel grips. No tanks or walkers means that scanners wouldn’t be able to pick them up. The droids would be caught unawares from both sides.
“You think you can handle it, Snips?” he had asked with a teasing smirk.
That was all the push Ahsoka needed.
“Come on, boys -” she yells over her shoulder. “We can’t let Master Skywalker have all the fun!”
There’s a ripple of battle cries in return - there’s nothing her men enjoy more than a good old-fashioned race. And so they fight their way up the mountain, blinding flashes of blaster shots and explosives ripping through the night, moving forward ever faster. Ahsoka is grinning so widely that it hurts. This - this is fun. It reminds her of one of her first missions with her master, the monastery on Teth that they rescued the huttlet from. That had been a climb too, although a much more humid one - here on Doril, the air is almost painfully dry, with not a plant anywhere in sight. Ahsoka’s older now too, not the overconfident child rushing into conflict she had no chance of winning. Now, she knows what she’s doing.
This is the thrill of danger, of competition, that she looks forward to. She counts the droids that fall on her sabers in her head - twelve, thirteen … fourteen. Anakin’s beaten her the last three missions. Ahsoka doesn’t know how he does it every single time - probably cheats, to be honest. Whatever. She’s going to beat him today.
She’s the first one to the top. No need to wait for the men. There’s plenty of droids to be dispatched, Ahsoka can handle herself. Deflecting a shot there, slicing through another there - she’s on top of the world right now, quite literally in some sense. She pushes a group of droids over the cliffside with the Force. Perhaps they would beat Anakin. They’re making great time, and she imagines that the front-facing side would be more heavily guarded than the back. Anakin will use that as an excuse, of course, if they do beat him, but hey, a win is a win and she can’t–
Four lanky shadows slice through the night. She whips her head towards them - she recognizes those movements, the mechanical zing of fast-moving limbs. Commandos. They’re programmed in hand-to-hand combat, with far tougher armor and far quicker reflexes than the B1’s. Although it could be worse, she thinks as she braces herself. It could be destroyers.
They lunge at her at once but she’s able to dodge quickly enough, flipping out of the way and slicing one’s head clean off. They have their own blade, cutting through the air, but it’s nothing compared to a lightsaber. Another one clatters to the ground.
Just two now. They’re getting more aggressive - Ahsoka dodges the blades again, back, back, slice, nearly got it—
One grabs her arm. The metal cuts through her glove, her main lightsaber going flying. Blast. Still has her other lightsaber - the droid moves, cut off its arm, she’s nearly got it–
The blade connects with her torso. Ahsoka cries out in pain even as her own saber connects with the droid in front of her. The one behind her rips out its sword, blood splattering over the carved stone. Ahsoka curses, and slices it down the chest.
Kriff.
Stupid, she thinks. She’s left with a gash down her ribcage, blood pulsing through her clothes. Stupid, stupid. Ahsoka staggers away from the commando corpses. She’s better than this - how did she let this happen? Her hands flutter to the wound.
It’s not that deep. That’s good - it would be better if the blade had not been removed from her flesh, to staunch the bleeding, but it’ll be alright. Just a bit of a graze. Ignore the fact that she can feel her heartbeat pulsating through her torn flesh. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. She slices a piece of her cloak with her saber and stuffs it into the wound - just tie it down firm, it’ll be alright. Never mind how much it hurts.
“You alright, Commander?” Rex is cresting the top with the other men now. He sounds worried. Ahsoka drops her arm immediately, wipes the blood off on her maroon top.
“Fine! Keep moving!” She covers her side with what’s left of her cloak - she can’t let them see. If they find out she’s been injured, they’ll have to tell Anakin, and she can’t have Anakin finding out about it. It’s taken so long to get to the point where he trusts her completely to handle missions on her own, without making her stick by his side or instructing his men to linger over her shoulder to keep her safe. If he learns about this, his overprotective wheels will start spinning out of control again.
The comlink on her arm crackles to life. “Ahsoka, come in.”
Blast–
“Back entrance is secure.” Her voice is too high pitched. She clears her throat, smoothing down her cloak with her free hand. “And I’m at thirty-eight,” she adds quickly, to cover.
She can hear her master’s smirk through the microphone. “Is that all? We’re heading to the control room now - we’ll wait for you there.”
Ahsoka suppresses a sigh of relief. “Not if we beat you to it!”
They charge the halls of the droid base - they’re dark and dank and reek of mildew. Ahsoka crinkles her nose as she grips her sabers. Her ribs are aching. Instinct screams at her to hold her torso, press down on the wound and make sure the cloth is secure, but with the clones around that would be far too conspicuous. Besides, she needs to fight! The droids are caught off guard, certainly, but they still crash out in droves. The corridor flashes with blaster fire. It makes her head hurt, but at least it comes with a distraction.
Droids fall at her blades, one right after the other. Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine–
An explosion rattles the stone walls up ahead. Ahsoka flinches, coughing on smoke and searing metal. A familiar blue glow washes through the hall.
“Well -” Anakin smirks as he walks through the gaping hole in the wall with his men. “Fancy meeting you here!”
Ahsoka forces a smile - her side is really starting to hurt, an ache that’s rapidly turning to a burn, spreading up her chest and nestling into her bones. “I figured you’d be trying to catch up.”
He laughs. “More like running laps around you - come on–”
And so they hurry forward. Ahsoka wants nothing more than to rest, but her master has never been one to stop for breaks, so she forces herself to look ahead. The light of their sabers burns her retinas in the dark. Where is this blasted control center, anyways? All she can see ahead of her is Anakin, his robes swishing in the dark. Aren’t they close? She wants to sit down …
Just a little further, she tells herself. One foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other, one foot –
“Kind of brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Anakin grins at her in the glow of his lightsaber.
“What?” Her voice is a little too sharp. Did he say something before that? Why is he looking at her like she should know what he means?
“Doesn’t it remind you of Teth?”
“Oh –” Right - mountaintop base, shrouded halls … she had been thinking about that earlier. The memories seem hazy now though, how long ago was that? Ahsoka’s head feels fuzzy. She blinks. Wake up. “Yeah, it does.”
Anakin’s frowning at her. “Are you alright, Snips?”
Blast it.
She inhales. “I’m fine–”
Blaster shots paint the hallway in crimson light, and Ahsoka’s almost relieved. But Anakin’s yelling, and the men are rushing forward, and now Ahsoka has to run too even though her body wails at every movement. She can barely see them through the dark, but the quick, jerky movements give them away even before she hears Rex’s cry.
“Commandos!”
Not again …
She can make out their faces in the flashes of light. Anakin’s barreling through as usual, slicing and decapitating so fast that she can barely see what’s happening. Her lightsabers move almost on their own accord, streaks of green flaring in the corners of her watering eyes, feeling the weight of the blasts she deflects more than she sees them. A droid falls, and then another. Was that her kill? Anakin’s? One of the men?
There’s another, lunging at her from a doorway. She hears the slice of its blade just barely kissing her lekku. Ahsoka dodges, the lightsaber hum rattling her skull as shredded pieces of metal fall to the floor. Her limbs are somehow heavy and light at the same time - it’s as if she’s floating underwater. Or maybe she’s sinking. It doesn’t matter. There’s no time to think. She deflects another blast. Her fingers are frozen ice around her hilts. She couldn’t let go if she tried.
Her head is still pounding as they stand over the mangled mechanical bodies. A zip – Anakin’s sheathed his lightsabers. Ahsoka stares at hers. Her arms are limp and heavy and cold. Something’s dripping down her hip. The cloth must have bled through, she thinks numbly. She should care, but everything seems distant right now. Unimportant.
Anakin’s saying something to Rex, something about scans and ambushes. She should be listening. His voice sounds like it’s coming from another planet. Is the hall getting darker? He turns to her, grinning. “That makes fifty-one for me - what are you at?”
Kriff, I lost track.
The hallway is going dark - or maybe that’s just her lightsabers, sheathing when they fall to the ground.
…
The light comes back slowly.
At first it’s just a greyness in the corner of her vision, soft and fuzzy and nearly unnoticeable, paling slowly and steadily until all she could see is the cold sterile whiteness of a medical bay.
Ahsoka opens her eyes. It is a medical bay, she realizes at once - a recognizable medical bay. She’s on the Twilight. How …
A form shifts beside her. Ahsoka jumps at first - please, not another commando - but a much more pleasant, familiar face smiles back at her.
“Welcome back, Commander.” Kix grins down at her, fixing his gloves before fiddling with the wires on her arm.“Just lay back for now - we’ve got you patched up and on the IV. Looks like you went into hypovolemic shock.”
“You know, the kind of thing that happens when you’re running around with an untreated stab wound.” Anakin’s sitting next to her, already scowling. Oh boy. “What the hell were you thinking?”
Ahsoka wilts under his glare. “It wasn’t that bad …”
“Not that bad? You nearly bled out, Ahsoka – I saw the light leave your eyes,” her master huffs a sigh. “You’re done. R2 got the Twilight landed - Kix is taking you and it back to the cruiser.”
“What - Master, I’m fine–” she tries to sit up, but her torso sears again, and Anakin only pushes her back down. It’s her turn to scowl. “This is why I didn’t say anything, you know. You think I can’t take care of myself–”
“Well, clearly you can’t!” he snaps.
Ahsoka bites her lip. It hurts more than she wants to admit. “He got a lucky swipe in - I was doing fine, and I covered it like you’re supposed to –”
“What you’re supposed to do is let your team know - let your medic know!” Anakin’s standing up now, pacing back and forth in front of her cot. Even when she’s standing next to him normally, he towers above her. Right now he looms over her form like some sort of eldritch god. “What would’ve happened if we hadn’t met up? Or if I had us split up again in the base? These men are counting on you, Ahsoka - you can’t lead if you’re dead–”
“But I’m not dead - I didn’t think it was that bad.” Ahsoka pushes up to her forearms. He has a point and she knows it, and it’s making her feel horrifically stupid. “You’ve done worse before!”
“I’ve never lied about being injured and passed out from blood loss on a mission.”
“But I didn’t lie–”
“You didn’t tell the truth either. It was irresponsible of you at best, and it put yourself and your men in unnecessary danger.” he sighs, sinking back into his seat. “You’re going with Kix. No more arguing.”
Ahsoka presses her lips together. She’s lost - she knows it. Anakin has a short fuse and nothing burns faster than feeling like he’s lost control. Why couldn’t she have destroyed that one commando in time? All at once she wants to cry, but she holds herself together, settling for feeling exceedingly dumb instead. Anakin wouldn’t have made such a mistake.
He’s got his arms crossed, staring down at her as the seconds tick by. Finally, he exhales. “What’s wrong?”
Nothing bubbles to her lips, but Ahsoka swallows it back. He wants the truth, and now is no time to test him with lies. Her words finally come in a hoarse whisper. “I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t hold my own.” She can’t bring herself to meet his eyes.
“Ahsoka …” His voice has taken on that gentle, beseeching tone that he uses when he’s playing the part of the wizened Jedi teacher. Ahsoka can’t bring herself to listen. It makes her feel worse.
Anakin sighs again. “Hey, look at me.” It’s an order, and one she doesn’t dare disobey now. His brow is furrowed . “I know you can hold your own. Accidents happen, people get injured - it’s unavoidable sometimes. That’s not a reflection on you.” he sits on the side of the cot, the blankets caving to his weight. “But I need to know I can trust you to ask for help when you need it. We all do - people here are counting on you, Ahsoka, just as much as they count on me. If you’re injured, they need to know.”
“I know …” she swallows. The pain in her side is fading to a dull ache - has Kix put her on painkillers as well? It feels nice … “I’m sorry, Master.”
Anakin nods. “It’ll be alright. Now, you need to recover - you won’t help anyone like this, and you’ll only get yourself killed.” He pats her shoulder as he gets up to leave. “And I need you back at full health as soon as possible.”
She sighs. “Yes, Master.” She’s going to be hearing about this one for a while - she can just tell.
He’s in the doorway when she suddenly thinks of something else. Ahsoka grins despite herself. “Master?” He turns, eyebrows raised expectantly. “What was your final count?”
He huffs. “Fifty-one, I think. What was yours?”
It’s hard to remember, but she knows she had fifty going into her meeting with Anakin, and she took out at least two droids while she was with him. Ahsoka smirks. “I think it was at least fifty-two.”
Anakin makes a face. “Well, the number is only valid when you’re being honest on the battlefield.”
“Hey!” she sits up, her faux offended voice damaged by the smile on her lips. “Since when?”
“Since now. I make the rules.” He’s heading out the door - trying to escape, the coward. Ahsoka can’t help but laugh. “If you want to win, you have to play safely.”
“You just don’t want to admit that I beat you!” she yells out at his retreating form.
I want to ride Daddy Namjoon in his studio as he smacks my ass for being a tease, telling me to face the mic like a good princess so he can record my bratty whines and moans for his next mixtape.
Why am I blushing so hard for this 😳 maybe it’s because you know you’d wanna perform well for daddy joon, put on a good show, make it sexy as hell so he’d wanna listen to it again and again when he’s alone...
Oooof what a concept 🥵
“Take it babygirl. You better fucking moan for daddy” he pounds into you, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass, the jerky whimpers coming out your mouth, the slippery squelching sounds of his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaking pussy.
The microphone next to your face, you breath heavy against it as your eyes glaze in and out of focus - the intense pleasure taking over.
“Hngggg please Daddy, i need it harder” you beg and whine in the most bratty tone you can muster and it spurs him on
“Baby’s so needy. So fucking needy for daddy” and he grabs onto your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat - your moans become gulped gasps for air.
“Guh- uhhh-mmmnfff” every sound being caught on tape and you want to give joon a reason to listen again
“Daddy pleeeeease” you whine “fuck-I can’t oh god I’m - gonna....fuckkkkkk” it’s too much to hold back...you let go and your voice stops as you climb to the peak and fall hard over the edge - those throaty high notes slipping out of your voice as you jerk with intense pleasure
Buy me a ☕
Character Pairing: Carol Danvers x F!Reader
Word Count: 1105
Warnings: Fluff, single parent reader
Synopsis: You don’t get to see Carol very often, so when she’s around, you try and make it count.
A/N: For the @marvelfluffbingo fill - Movie Night. I really loved the Maria, Monica, Carol relationship in the film. And I like to think that because she doesn’t age, Carol just now adopts badass single mothers.
Making it Count
“You don’t have to do this. I’m more than happy with streaming services you know?” Carol said as she watched you dig through boxes in the garage.
You pulled down a box and flipped open the lid. Inside was a dusty chrome VCR. “Look, I found it. This is totally happening, Danvers.”
She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t seem to conceal the huge grin on her face. “Don’t you now have to set it up?”
“Yes, but that's the easy bit.”
It was not the easy bit. It turned out televisions today didn't even have the same connectors as the ones you needed for the cables you had on your VCR.
Carol watched on bemused as she sat on the couch with your daughter. The two were drawing with crayons and Carol would look up at you, chuckle and go back to what she was doing.
“Are you sure you don’t want to just watch Netflix?” She asked.
“No. This is more fun.” You snapped. You hadn’t meant to sound so curt, but the cables were now frustrating you so much, and you had begun to sweat from the exertion of moving your TV around.
Carol and Ari both looked at each other smirking before she stood up and came over to you. “Alright, dork. Go make popcorn and I'll get this set up.”
You groaned, both in annoyance that the piece of decades-old tech had defeated you and relief that it wasn't your problem anymore. As you went to leave Carol grabbed your wrist and spun you into her. She held you by the waist and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “You know that this isn’t necessary right? I just like spending time with you and Ari when I can.”
You nodded. “I know. I just… I like to make it special.”
She smiled softly and kissed you gently. “Okay. Just… it’s special anyway. Alright? Being with you is special to me.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She kissed you again and let you go and you went into the kitchen to make the popcorn. When you returned with a large bowl of it and a pitcher of lemonade, both Carol and Ari were on the couch under a blanket.
“You fixed it?” You asked.
“Of course I did.” She replied. “So what are we gonna watch?”
You put the bowl and jug on the coffee table and dragged a box of old VHS tapes over. “I have quite a few here.”
Ari climbed down off the couch and looked in the box. She pulled out a tape and turned it over in her had. “What dis, mama?”
Carol started laughing, holding her side.
“They’re videotapes. They have movies on them.” You said.
“Dares not scween,” She said turning it over.
“No, you watch them on the TV, honey.” You said as Carol started laughing even more. Ari looked at you like you were crazy. “Why don’t you pick one out and we’ll watch it together?”
Ari dug through the box and pulled out an old tape of The Labyrinth. “Dis one, mama.”
“Oh, Bowie. Nice choice, champ.” Carol said.
You took it and put it in the machine before settling down next to Carol. “You got the remote?” She asked as she put her arm around you.
“Nope,” you said snuggling into her side.
“So we just gotta sit through snow, and then black and then 15 trailers for movies that came out 30 years ago?”
“Yep,” you said breaking down into giggles.
Carol chuckled and shook her head. “Well, this just keeps getting better and better.”
The first trailer finally started. It was for Snow White and the first time it was released onto video. “You know Cap was like 20 years old when that came out?” Carol said.
“Well, you were like 16 when this movie came out.” You said. “So you can’t tease him for being old.”
She broke down into laughter. “He’s still way older than I am.”
“Yeah, yeah, and you’re way older than me. So just watch it.”
“Shhh…” Ari scolded. “Wanna watch the puppets.”
A trailer for the muppet movie had started and Carol made a zipped lip sign. “Sorry, honey.” You said before falling silent yourself.
The Muppet Movie trailer was followed by a trailer for the Muppets Christmas Carol, which was followed by The Great Muppet Caper. “I’m sensing a theme here,” Carol whispered.
“Well, Jim Henson did the puppets on this I guess.”
“Yeah, of course.” She said with a nod.
“That tracking isn’t going to get annoying either,” Carol said.
“It’s authentic. Stop being a spoilsport.” You whispered.
She scrunched her nose at you and you leaned forward and nipped at her bottom lip.
The movie started and the three of you fell silent to watch. Only really making noise when you ate popcorn, joined in singing with the songs in the film or the moments where you and Carol decide to steal a kiss.
When the credits rolled, you were curled into the crook of her arm, your head resting on her shoulder. Ari had fallen asleep and she lay against Carol’s leg with popcorn scattered around her and he mouth hanging open.
“Look at this little, sleeping beauty,” Carol said.
“How long did she last?”
“She was out by the gates to the Goblin City.”
You brushed your daughter’s hair back from her face. “At least she got to see Sir Didymus.”
“No, we definitely couldn’t have her miss him.” Carol agreed, leaning in and kissing you deeply. You hummed, her lips moving with yours and her tongue teasing them open and dipping inside your mouth.
Being in love with a superhero was hard. Especially one that protected the galaxy so she wasn’t even on Earth all the time. It made you cherish these simple loving moments all the more. You made each one count. Even if it was a hassle. Even if she didn’t quite understand why. You just appreciate that she would always go along with them.
She pulled back and rubbed her nose against yours. “I’ll put the little one to bed. Meet you in the bedroom?”
“Sounds good to me.” You agreed.
She scooped Ari up in her arms and the little girl stirred a little before settling against Carol’s chest. “Thanks, babe. This was fun.”
“Yeah, it was.” You agreed. She winked at you and disappeared down the hall. You got up and started to clean up. It was nice having her home. Maybe this time she could stay a little longer. Either way, you planned to make it count.
Thanks to the lovely and deserving @skunkeyemcghee for tagging me to do the lock, home, and last song jammed on Spotify screenshot. Plus, heres 2 of the ridiculously good looking Henry Adam.
The picture with the guy in the miter is our bishop. He was baptized by our local priest, and she kinda doused him pretty liberally. Unlike the rest of us, Henry didnt cry. Being Episcopalians, our sermon was about taking care of one another. You know you are in the right spot when refugees are being housed at your cathedral. And contrary to what dear leader says, we are NOT full.
It's been forever since I posted, and I'm sorry I've been so silent(minus the myriad of likes and occasional comments). Between work, being a father and s.o., trying to book shows, health issues, and now starting to help my mom move(and the drama associated), I've been busy.
But I see you. I see your trials and tribulations; I see your victories and losses; I weep with you, and I cheer for you. And y'all are amazing people, and I'm glad I get to hear about your lives. Many blessings, and I'll have my 'ears' on...
Hello! I’m currently reading Making it Count and enjoying it very much! However, I can’t read part three due to the adult content issues. By chance do you have an account off-site to which I can finish reading? Thank you!!
Hey sweetheart. Thanks for letting me know. I appealed the block and it has been removed. So you should be able to read it now. Thanks again for letting me know.
As to your question, I have started cross posting fics to AO3 as I post them to Tumblr. I have not gone back and posted my older fics yet, but you can find me there under blacktithe. Thanks for reading.
