Are you and shadow-spires willing to expand on the Sentinel Jango and tiny Not-A-Jedi Guide Obi-Wan? Only if ye want to though.
Not right now, mostly because @shadow-spires has been eaten by college and deadlines but also a bit because CMAORM comes first.
What we discussed was mostly Jango and bb!Obi-Wan meeting on Melida/Daan because Obi-Wan convincend the Young to use scavenged non-resources (jewels, etc, from ancient times) to pay off Mandalorians to get an edge in the war and Jaster was like ‘You go Jango, that’s good experience right there’.
And Jango is i n t e n s e, which makes Obi-Wan uncomfortable (more uncomfortable if it’s f!Obi-Wan, which is what we were thinking about) in the beginning because not every humanoid culture / genetic offshoot has Sentinels and Guides and Mandalorians don’t talk about it with aruetii, so he doesn’t know why / she mistakes the reason for that intensity (again, depends on the sex).
We did agree that once they hit it off, Jango will get white hair at the stuff his guide gets up too, regardless of Obi-Wan’s gender.
Also it was not shippy because age difference and meeting when one is a child and one isn’t.
There have been posts of star wars daemons, which I really need to find, but there was a recent one with Plo Koon and Wolffe, which I need to tag.... (All the ways you (do not) touch me by shadow spires. There are also good sw force awakens daemons with stormtroopers.
Anyway there are some but there are few star wars the clone wars daemons. There was this awesome post where Obi wan’s is this polite bunny and people are all yes, cute and polite but when they are worried about it, it reveals sharp teeth and is Monty Python and the Holy Grail’s bunny. Go watch it. Hilarious. So there is that post and I really want a fanfic where everyone has there own moment when they realize that if this is obi wan’s daemon, then what is obi wan hiding because he is just this person that everyone thinks can’t hurt a fly.
Also I would love to see how this affects Rako Hardeen arc, and hopefully make it more bounty hunteree than the actual show. He had potential with the fork in hand, but he could have done some things to the clones look dead, but were unconscious until the actual guards got to them. He also could have pretended more than the show gave us as he has to act.
Also we need interactions between Obi wan and clones, with their daemons. Just, them trying to protect the bunny in the beginning but then the bunny protects them. With teeth.
Prompt: Written for shadow-spires for the 2014 DCU Fic Hunt
Warnings: None! Pure fluff. (A slightly over-paranoid Roy but fluff really.)
Characters: Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, mentions of Lian
Words: 838
Dick was late. Which wasn't at all unusual but still.
It wasn't paranoia if people were after you, right? Or your friends.
Plus, this was Gotham; anything could happen and dangit if Dick didn't show his idiotic behind soon....
"Arsenal, you there?"
Roy pressed two fingers against his comm link. "Yep. You're late."
"Yeah, sorry. Ran into some trouble."
"What else is new?"
"I could-" Was that yelling in the background? "Use some help."
"Where are you?"
Another loud noise. No doubt some twerp smashing past the too-quick circus brat. He hoped. "Crime Alley."
Roy swore. "'Course, where else would you be?"
"Hey, I don't pick the hangout."
"Whatever. Just focus," He slung his bow onto his back and suppressed a sigh as he peeked over the roof edge. "Meet you in a sec."
He took a deep breath and did what Dick did. He jumped off a five-story building.
Crime Alley was the same as it always was, and Roy had no clue where his best friend was. The fights he'd already scoped out didn't involve Nightwing, and Roy was trying not to panic again. He heard a yelp coming from a nearby alley, and Roy made a sharp turn toward the sound.
Dick's back faced him, and his hunched shoulders neared the ground in an oddly still squat. Roy felt his breath stop even as his stride halted, but he pressed forward, touched his friend's shoulder.
The carny brat turned and grinned up at him, thrusting whatever he held into the archer's arms as he stood and stretched. "Lookit what I found."
Roy felt the ever-present urge to punch his best friend in the gut but instead looked down at whatever thing Dick had found.
The warm, squirming, and very much alive thing. "Dick, this is a dog."
"Hmm, more like a puppy."
"Where did you get this?"
"Here, near the dumpster. Spotted it during the fight, and that's when I called you."
The tiny thing was shaking so much, Roy felt an instinctive pull to protect that usually only presented itself with Lian. But he still managed to register Dick's words. "Wait. You didn't call me because you were in trouble; you called about the dog?"
"Well, I can't keep her. I can't keep a plant alive for more than a week; just think what I'd do to an innocent puppy."
"There's no way in hell I'm keeping this thing."
Dick whined louder than the puppy. "But look at her. She's cold and wet. No collar. Someone's gotta take 'er in."
The puppy nosed his hand when Roy stopped petting her, and he shouldn't have done it but now he was looking into big, brown eyes and chuckling at the tiny, pointed ears, and Dick was giving him that stupid, knowing look and. "Damn it, Dick, I do not need a money-sucking dog in my life."
"Oh come on," The man practically cooed. "You're already taking care of Lian. What's one more?"
Roy snorted. "Did you just compare my daughter to this runt?"
"They're both ridiculously adorable?"
"Nice try." A pause. "Aw, crap. Dick?"
"What?"
"I think the puppy just fell asleep."
"Did she?" He was cooing again as he leaned over to get a closer look. "Aw, she did!"
"Yeah, and she got about ten pounds heavier doing it."
Dick gave him the look again. "That pup can fit in one hand; clearly you need to work out s'more."
"You know I'm not gonna cave on this right?"
"Lian would love her, you know I'm right."
"No. Stop."
"You could give her one of those little Robin Hood hats with a feather and a cute little code name." Roy started shaking his head, but the little manipulator kept going. "She could be your new sidekick with one job - keeping Lian company while you're...away."
Dick just haaad to bring Lian into this. "No hat. What would the name be?"
Dick grinned. Probably thinking he'd made some headway. Hadn't, of course. "How 'bout Arrow?"
Definitely no headway there. "That is the stupidest name I have ever heard."
His best friend shrugged and backflipped onto the overhanging fire escape. "Lian'll come up with something better. That's the hardest part anyway."
Back to Lian, of course. Roy snorted and shook his head. "We'll try her for a week. I'll tell Lian we're just dogsitting. If it doesn't work out, she's your problem. Capiche?"
Another huge grin. "Deal." A pause. "Sooo, you comin'? Figured we'll clobber any trouble-doers on our way to your place."
"Dude." The ginger nodded to the puppy. "She's asleep; I'm not going anywhere."
"Oh. Right." The acrobat climbed the wall to the next ledge. "Guess I've got a headstart."
Arsenal glared up at him. "You're not going anywhere if you want this dog to stay in the family."
Heaving a sigh, Dick dropped down and landed softly next to the dumpster. Roy settled on the ground without disturbing whatever-her-name-was, and Dick followed suit.
The archer still felt irritated about this whole mess. "Jerk."
shadow-spires answered your question: It’s Friday and I have some spare time! Soooo,…
um, jay/tim/dick magic Au, if you ship that, or… jay/dick soldiers AU?
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“Are you sure this is going to work?” Jason anxiously asks.
“Will you stop asking that?” Tim snaps back.
“Your last potion didn’t work.”
“That’s only because it wasn’t the right potion for what we’re trying to do.” he sighs, fingers trailing over his book, “I need a cow’s heart.”
“What?”
“A heart of a cow.” Tim repeats.
“Where the hell am I supposed to get that?"
The younger teen frowns in thought, “The butcher’s shop?”
“I hate the butcher’s, always think I’m gonna steal somethin’.”
“They like you better than me.”
“Well, son of a witch and all doesn’t do you any favors.”
“Except when they need something.” Tim mutters. “There’s money in the top shelf in the dresser behind you. Remember a cow’s heart. A fresh one.”
Jason grabs the money and his cloak but stops short at the door, “You sure this will work?”
Tim is about to say something when he sees how worried Jason looks. He moves away from his work table and over to Jason, lacing their fingers together. He pushes himself up onto his toes and plants a soft reassuring kiss on the other’s lips.
“He’ll be fine. I know this will work.”
When Jason leaves Tim roughly runs a hand through his hair. He doesn’t know if this potion will actually work, it just has to. He walks down the hallway to the very last room on the right and enters. The light is soft here and on Dick’s beautiful tan skin it makes him look like he’s just come out of a fairy tale. Tim sits beside him hoping for any reaction but Dick lies still, he’s been asleep for nearly two weeks.
“Jason’s getting the last of the ingredients.” he says, “You better wake up, ok?”
