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[sk-roman]

I love writing period pieces because I end up googling things like "When did Driver's Licenses become a thing" and learning that New York required them as early as the 1910s but Illinois did not until 1939 so instead of retconning this I'm just having a character admit to illegally driving around this whole time

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Love & War - Life Day Exchange 2024

Summary: Loving a Clone Commander post war has it's ups and downs, thankfully Padme is always eager to make things happen

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

a/n: hi @melliejellybellybean and Happy (belated) Life Day! I'm so sorry for the late posting, December decided to throw a few curve balls my way but I am so excited to gift this to you! you said fluff and I heard you

inspired by: Love And War In Your Twenties by Jordy Searcy

Your twenties are for spending hours and hours pretending We have plans and we have places we should visit But everybody knows your twenties are for wasting time

Life day has always held a special place in your heart, even more so after meeting Commander Cody. The Clone Commander had nearly run you over in the halls of the Courascant base nearly four years prior, long before the war had ended with the death of Emporer Sheev Palpatine. 

The two of you had become fast friends, bonding over early caf runs, mountains of datapads, and even physical paperwork as the networks became flooded with activity at the back end, and the official ceasefire of the war, and the overbearingly stressful atmosphere as your individual bosses make pit stops, Kenobi insisting daily check-ins to ensure Cody’s workload did not become hellish, and Senator Padme Amidala stopping by for nothing more than a friendly smile and a fresh caf, to which she began bringing two, one for you and one for your clone friend, as the Commander was shifted to the back closet-like offices of the senate building post-war. 

'Cause you could be with anyone you wanted, you could Take that job they offered and move down by the ocean But I love the way your hand feels when it's under mine

The Senate building is desolate, life day celebrations in full swing outside, the music and laughter echoing in through your open office window as you shuffle from desk to window to cabinet and back, eyes glued to the datapad that Padme had sent you days ago regarding post-war rehabilitation efforts that she wants to bring up in the next senate meeting as a speaking point. 

Months ago, you had planned to invite Cody on your Life Day escapades, gunning to spend some time with the clone you had inevitably fallen for. Instead, he was deployed last minute to Naboo along with the rest of the 212th and General Kenobi to act as extra hands for the Nabooian Guard on the celebratory day. 

With Padme on leave with her husband, Anakin Skywalker, and their twins Luke and Leia, you are left to your devices, and the thoughts tumbling about your head speaking a certain Commander’s name like a mantra. And as the morning light shifts to afternoon, and afternoon to evening, the colors of the light show outside dance across your dimly lit office, waltzing across the walls in a mocking manner. 

And with your focus so deeply rooted in the datapad, you barely notice your comm flashing frantically beside you, and when you do catch it in your peripheral, you mindlessly tap it.

“Please tell me you aren’t working.”

“Padme! How are you?” You ask, avoiding her accusation statement.

“Put the datapad down, you have a guest. Happy Life Day,” she sing-songs, and then the comm goes dead. And as it does, there’s a knock on the door. 

You blink confusion flooding your veins as you shuffle toward the door, your sock feet sliding easily, carrying you and all your comfortable pajama glory to the door as it slides open. 

“Happy Life Day, cyar'ika.”

The flowers clutched in Cody’s hands are nearly crushed as you leap forward, pulling him toward you into a tight hug. “I thought you were on Naboo?”

Your words are nearly drowned by the celebration outside pouring in from the open window, Cody’s free hand easily switching your office light office and dragging you with him. “Senator Amidala sent a few of us back, told us there was no need.”

You snort, knowing exactly what had actually happened. Padme had caught you not so sneakily staring at the Commander months ago, making it her personal mission to push you two together at any given moment. “Oh…Cody, I’m not wearing shoes.”

He slows, walking in front of you and lowering himself slightly, “Hop on.”

His normal plastoid has been replaced at some point before arriving with more comfortable civii clothes. Without a second thought, you hop onto his back, his free hand wrapping around one of your legs, hooked under your knee. 

I don't wanna take the world for granted While I'm still trying to understand it The more I live, I am convinced Everyone just wants to be in love This world makes me dizzy, how'd we get so busy? No one tries to take the time it takes to turn your Love into a love or friends into a family

The trek to your apartment is one Cody knows incredibly well, mapped out and tattooed into his brain like something of a lifeline. And when you arrive, his hand gently releases you off of his back and to the ground, typing in your door code with ease. 

On the other side of the door, your apartment is lit with a lamp in the corner, the smell of freshly baked something wafting toward you, drawing you through the threshold. Cody stands proudly just on the inside of your door as you take in the holofilm prepared, the cookies sitting still hot on a plate, and your favorite blankets folded neatly on the couch. Only after you walk further into your home do you see the neat pile of plastoid armor, yellow and white and dented with years of war, resting beside the couch. You turn, watching Cody as he carefully places each flower meticulously into a vase on your counter. The vibrant orange, yellow, and red flowers a soft contrast to the otherwise warmly lit interior, a symbolic reflection of the light and warmth Cody seems to bring into your life in nearly every passing moment. 

“You’re staring.” 

“Am not.” Though the lie is less convincing with each passing second as the two of you hold oddly comforting eye contact. “This is wonderful, Cody, thank you.”

The holofilm he chose is one of your favorites, a romantic comedy, heavy on the comedy; a tale of friends to lovers with nothing but the obscene obliviousness keeping them from one another. A full cushion apart from each other, yet drifting closer as the end of the holofilm nears, the celebrations dying down outside your apartment. 

“This is my favorite holofilm,” You mutter, cozying further into your couch. 

Cody’s eyes find the side of your face as you watch the holofilm intently, blindly reaching for the plate of cookies mostly eaten. “I know.” 

Well, I don't want any false religion, I will Practice loving you with no conditions, and I'll Give up what I have to just so I can have you

Only then do you find yourself looking at him, catching his eyes on your face. Yet, he doesn’t look away. Your eyes turn back to the screen. “I’ve always wanted what they have. I mean, can you imagine falling in love with your best friend? Already knowing each other, knowing how they think and feel and all of it only being heightened. I think it’d be fun, and easy. But the kind of easy that makes love worth it, like when you just know someone’s favorite holofilm, or their comm frequency by memory. That sort of easy. I don’t think I want the endless pining though-”

At some point during your rant, Cody had moved to your side, his hand finding your face, gently pulling your eyes to him, and your lips to his, stopping your words short. The shock freezes your body, your movements stunted as he pulls away, eyes searching yours. “Like this?”

Everybody's chasing something But they don't know they're chasing someone The more I live, I am convinced Everyone just wants to be in love Lots of little life we take for granted when we Finish our Decembers empty-handed, but I'm Never empty-handed when I'm holding your hand

Instead of answering, you kiss him again, finding your hands releasing the woven blanket in your lap and bringing your hands to either side of his face, a hand latching onto your wrist. When you pull away, your faces mere centimeters apart, noses brushing against each other, you mumble, “Exactly like this,” as the credits of the holofilm roll, your favorite song on the soundtrack playing softly; a song about loving despite it all.

The loud explosions from fireworks outside thump through your bones, drawing your eyes toward your window. Cody’s lips press against your cheek before tugging you into him, pulling your blanket back over you. “Happy Life Day, cyar'ika.”

You smile, wiggling back into his arms. “You never told me what that means.”

I may never be a politician, or Make a lot of money, hold a high position Baby, you're my mission and all my glory days are yours I don't wanna take the world for granted While I'm still trying to understand it The more I live I am convinced Everyone just wants to be in love

[voscribime]

Are you sure you're afraid of heights?

Chuuya x Female Reader

Fluff

3am Writing

Chuuya keeps walking up the mountain side, pulling his girlfriend along with him. The soles of her feet are aching from all the walking they had done up till now. The scorching heat emanating from the sun that was shining brightly above their heads, was making them sweat like crazy. She stared out into the distance the ground below was barely visible from where she stood. The only thought that was playing inside her head on endless repeat was an image of her falling down. 

Chuuya looked back to make sure she was okay, he didn't want to hurt her by mistake. The only thing he wanted to do was help her. He resumed walking once he had confirmed his girlfriend was okay. 

The rocks under their feet were becoming harder to step on. There were rocks and sticks she could trip on, even the smallest thing could make her fall down. She stopped walking for a few minutes to catch her breath. Chuuya watched as all the creases on her face began to disappear indicating she was feeling better than before. She slowly kneels down on the ground and grabs a stick to help keep her balance. 

"What's that for?"

"You mean the stick, it's to keep me from falling since I'm clumsy. Also it can be used to hit you with if you end up doing something stupid."

After hours of being dragged up a random mountain by Chuuya, they finally come to a stop. 

"Okay we're here, now it's time to face your fear"

"WHAT!?!" 

The poor girl tries to run away back down the mountain, she knew there was something wrong when Chuuya had told her to go hiking with him. When Chuuya had found out about her biggest fear his eyes sparkled brightly as if coming up with a good idea. She knew nothing good would come from telling him about her fear but he had never done anything to hurt her. 

"You are gonna fly, that's why we're at the pike of this mountain."

She quickly throws the stick that had been helping her with the hike up the mountain. Chuuya swiftly moves out of the way and picks up his girlfriend the bridal style and walks closer to the mountain's edge.

He gently puts her down and before she knows it she's levitating into the air. She screams fear enveloping her as she moves higher and higher away from the ground. After a few minutes the fear dissipates, as she realizes Chuuya won't let her fall. She flies back and forth looking around at the beautiful view from below. The sun begins to set, as the pretty colors of the day fade away. 

She looks as the sun disappear, feeling it's warmth leave her body. Soon enough she feels someone grab her hand and embrace her from behind. Chuuya slowly turned her around until they're both facing each other. His soft hand moves some of the hair covering her face placing it behind her ear. 

A faint blush covers her cheeks making Chuuya smile warmly.

"Are you scared of heights still? because it seems to me like you were enjoying yourself earlier."

Chuuya waited patiently for a reply but instead of words he got a kiss to the lips. They kissed under the stars of the night sky, holding each other. This day was one she would never forget, facing her biggest fear and being held by her true love.

Wouldn't it be fun flying in the air with Chuuya by your side.

[frayed-symphony]

Some sketches from @taco-night-frenzy Tales of Majora fic !!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21743875/chapters/51873250

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s nice to have time to sketch again

[skylars-thelimit]

My longing is not a dull ache;

It’s a strong burn,

Spreading through my chest.

So overwhelming

I forget how to breathe.

[spiderprodigy]

@skywrites​

[ 🕷 ] ━━ Parallel universes only ever existed in Peter’s wildest daydreams and it wasn’t until meeting Mysterio that they were confirmed. There were dozens of alternate realities filled with other Spider-men and other heroes. He imagined these other versions of himself as taller, heroic and stoic. If it wasn’t for the sad fact that Mysterio had lost his entire universe he would have pressed him for more details. Instead he bought them a pair of iced coffees to celebrate their new partnership. All they had to do was take down the very same elementals that had consumed Peter’s entire world. Fighting off Thanos and his army seemed easy in comparison. “I hope you like vanilla. I was gonna shoot you a text and ask you what you liked in your coffee. Then I realized I never got your number and...anyway, here.” Peter took the drink from its carrier, offering it to Quentin with a smile. 

[abreedoftheirown]

@skywrites​ wanted a thing with Miguel

   Weeks Miguel has spent tracking a super powered bounty who was terrorizing and killing people. And damn was the bitch ever slippery. Since his training had been officially finished he’d been burying himself into his work and hunting non stop. At least he finally had her tracked down again though, having been staying within this town lying in wait for her to get cocky and screw up. Despite the dangerous hunt, something good had come out of it all and that was getting to flirt with one of the hot locals who he was sure had a thing for him. The guy was cute and sexy, traits that the vigilante was weak for. Alas, here they were sitting together once again, simply enjoying each others company while Miguel got increasingly more curious when something seemed to be on his companions mind. That was until they started fidgeting and trying to get some words out, ultimately making him interject. Although, he found it to be adorable and strangely hot. Sue him, he was weird. “You trying to ask me out?”

[wanderingbards]

kiwi getting their hair dyed... pls...

It’s a roleswap kinda night folks. I hope this is ok, and a bit fluffier.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Definitely!”

“Like, this bright of pink?”

“Mh-hmm!”

The bottle of hair dye looked so menacing to the bard as she pulled on some clear gloves. Sitting on the edge of the porcelain tub nearby was her dear warlock, whose hair was bleached blonde. The mop of curls hung over their face, reflected in their bright green eyes.

“No going back when I apply this,” Audrey reached for the bottle of dye, pouring some onto her gloved hands. “Got it?”

“I know, Audrey. I’ve dyed my hair before, silly.” They grinned, pulling a towel over their shoulders to protect the white undershirt. Audrey had to avert her eyes to ignore the lightning scars tracing their arm, curling around their wrist.

She set to work coating each strand of hair with the nearly-white dye, especially thick near the roots. As Audrey worked, she hummed the fragments of the Earthsong still with her. The faint scent of the outdoors battled the dye smell in the bathroom, coming and going with her hum.

She pulled back, managing to pull her gloves off without getting dye on her wrists. “There. It has to sit for like 20 minutes, then you can wash it out.”

“Sweet!” They stretched, smiling brightly at Audrey. “Do you wanna dye your hair too?”

Audrey blinked a bit. “What.”

“I have other colors. What about like, blue, or green?”

She blinked again. “Why would I dye my hair?”

“It doesn’t have to be your whole head,” Kiwi reached out, gently taking a lock of Audrey’s hair in their hand. “Maybe just the ends?”

Great. Now she was blushing. “No.”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Pleeeeeeease?”

“You are an idiot.”

“That’s not a no!”

“It’s also not a yes!”

By the end of the day, the warlock had light pink hair, while their best friend had green tips to their hair. If asked why she chose green, she chose to brush the question off and change the subject.

It definitely wasn’t because of a certain fruit-named warlock. Not at all.