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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 9 months

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You're waiting for a train...

Robert Fischer x Cobbs Daughter!reader

*COMPLETED*

*This will follow the plot of the 2010 film 'Inception'*

description - Y/n, the daughter of the thief Dominic Cobb and the late Mal Cobb, joined her father on the run. Knowing her fathers innocence, she couldn't bear to be without him, so she gave up on her architecture degree and followed him into the world of dreams. They do jobs together and, even though Cobb worries about the amount of danger he's putting her in, he'd rather her be with him in the dreams rather than on the outside carrying his name like a brand. In the latest job they are given, Cobb searches to find peace and Y/n is confronted with a man who tugs on her heart and infiltrates her dreams.

*reader is 20*

a/n - welcome to my first multi-chapter fic and it is with a character from the talented Cillian Murphy! I watched Oppenheimer the other day, so I've been rewatching his filmography and I obviously came back to Inception. Inception is hands down my favourite film and I think it was this performance that put Cillian on the map as an actor of tremendous talent!

a/n 2 - each chapter will have it's own warnings but the general ones are SPOILERS! (also should there be a taglist for this?)

Series Word Count - 37k

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"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger darling."

A Leap of Faith

To Build Cathedrals

Meeting Your Mark

Painted Windmill

A Lesson in Planning

Conscience Makes Cowards of Us All

Damsel in Distress

A Son's First Hero; A Daughter's First Love

Mr Charles and Miss Nobody

You Knew?

Go To Sleep, Miss Y/n

Couldn't Someone Have Dreamed of a Goddamn Beach?

Lies Are Weak Foundations

The Kick

Come Back To Reality

I Dreamed We’d Grow Old Together

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justlikethatonecommunityepisode · 5 months

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by… the way… my inception friends… i will be willing to draw some… requests and prompts WITHIN REASON LIKE IM NOT GONNA DRAW EN ES EFF DOUBLE-YOU!!!!!!! OR HARDCORE GORE AND STUFF but i would… be willing to draw prompts and requests……. my inbox…. is open yknow…… AND DONT HOLD BACK IF YOU THINK YOU HAVE “TOO MUCH” I WANNA SEE ALL THE PROMPTS… i might cherry pick em tho

#inception #arthur inception #eames inception #arthur x eames #not limited to just them btw i can also draw ariadne and yusuf and mal and begrudgingly cobb #and saito and fischer and whoever

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roosterbox · 1 month

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Rules: List the First Line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @ladyvaderpixetc ❤️ Thank you, love. I almost want to post the first lines of a few of my WIPs, both because I think that'd be more exciting, but also because maybe - MAYBE - it might inspire me to actually work on them a bit more substantially than I have been.

Another time, perhaps. But anyway, the matter at hand. First line means first sentence, I assume, but I fudged that rule for a couple of these. Just because, lol.

Fingers. Running through his hair. Letting the strands (long, too long his father might have said) twist and curl gently around them.

Of all the reactions Eames expected to get, this wasn’t it.

Honestly Arthur wasn’t at all surprised. The call, which should have taken about ten minutes of his time, had actually managed to ruin about half his day.

“I’ll run out and get you some painkillers,” Eames said. “I’ll only be ten minutes,” he said.

It had all gone to hell, and for the life of him, Eames couldn’t figure out how.

Rule # 1: No Kissing. Arthur broke that one. The morning after their first time, he’d kissed Eames by way of goodbye, and only realized what he’d done a few minutes later.

“It won’t work, you know?” Ariadne looked up from her tea. Yusuf continued to mix the murky potion in his cauldron.

On his fourth birthday, a dragonfly flew into Nash’s bedroom.

Eames eyed the two men approaching his table with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

The gap in the curtains is just wide enough to send a laser beam of light right across Eames’ eyes. He grumbles and rolls over, not yet ready to greet the day.

And, as a nice bonus, you can have the first tiny lil bit of one of WIPs anyway (it’s the Cherik mpreg mid-quel).

It was mid afternoon, Charles reasoned. Prime time for a nap. And he was prepared to take advantage of this. Unfortunately, the roiling in his gut seemed determined to spoil it for him. Wouldn’t be the first time.

Idk if there’s any discernible pattern to these?

Tagging… hmm. How about anyone who sees this and wants to do it? Honestly I forget how many people I know who still post regularly and who are writers.

Though I think it might be amusing if there was a similar post aimed at artists instead. “Post the first line from your most recent posted artwork” and it’s just a series of images with a single (seemingly) random line drawn on them, lol. Because writing or art, it all does begin with a single line.

#I love getting tagged #lol #my writing #my stuff #writing is hard #first sentences are hard too!#all of these except 1 7 and 10 are #arthur x eames #the first one is #Steddie #7 is #yusuf x ariadne #10 is #eames x mal

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ariadnes-red-thread · 1 year

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OK SO, in anticipation of The Last Word, I would like to know what Mal's theme song is in your head. I DESPERATELY WISH TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HER.

Karrde my love! Thank you so much for this ask!! TBH when I reblogged your ask game, I thought this would be easy to answer but now I’m struggling (see me frantically scrolling through my fic playlist to find the perfect song… 😅).

I ended up settling on “Deep End” by Ruelle. Mal has a trauma in her past that she’s spent a long time ignoring. When her story starts, she’s being forced to confront it and she begins to search for answers and atonement. Mal quickly ends up in over her head with this search, even more so than she realizes, and she has to make some hard choices about what is more important to her - justice or protecting those closest to her.

And that’s not even mentioning how water is so important to Mal or a certain ARC trooper that she can’t seem to ignore and is definitely getting pulled into the deep end with.

Deep End by Ruelle

Thank you so so much for the ask! I can’t wait to share her story with you ❤️

#star wars #the clone wars #WIP #wip!the last word #oc: mal darroch #fives x ofc #star wars oc #arc trooper fives #the last word series #the last word #answered asks #ariadne speaks

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Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

💕 = 18+ content 🟪 = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Fics:

The Clone Wars: It Only Takes a Spark (Purge Trooper Cody x f!Inquisitor Reader) by @vodika-vibes 💕 Time After Time (Commander Cody x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino Theirs (Commander Fox x f!Reader x Commander Wolffe) by @vodika-vibes 💕 Don't Stop on My Account (Commander Wolffe x f!Reader) by @dickarchivist 💕 One Spotchka Too Many (Captain Rex x f!Reader) by @twistedsarchive Captain Rex x OC Nia Ficlet by @eternal-transcience 💕 The Last Word (Fives x OC Mal Darroch) by @ariadnes-red-thread Shattered Sunrise (Mace Windu x OC Danica Morrow) by @pickleprickle The Choices We Make, The Paths We Tread by lildropofmagic (AO3) The Number Lads by @jgvfhl

The Bad Batch: The Hostage by @kybercrystals94 Freeze Thaw by AnEchoInHere (AO3)

The Book of Boba Fett: 💕 This Tender Love (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess 💕 Worth the Risk (Boba Fett x f!Reader) by @daimyosprincess

Star Wars Original Trilogy: Revelations by shOokspeared (AO3)

Republic Commando: 💕 Off the Grid (Niner Skirata x f!Reader) by @the-rain-on-kamino

Batman: Lavender Blood by @starkskypines

Hetalia: Axis Powers: Grey Skies Over London by Gemini Star 01 (ff.net) Every Generation by Gemini Star 01 (ff.net) Gutters by Glassamilk (ff.net) Ditches by Glassamilk (ff.net)

Call of Duty: 💕 Riptide (Price x f!Reader) by @the-californicationist

Crossover AUs: Edward's Babysitting Service (Hetalia: Axis Powers X Fullmetal Alchemist Crossover) by orphan_account (AO3) Conversations With Patronizing Jerks (Hetalia: Axis Powers X Star Wars Crossover) by @basketofnova

Art:

The Clone Wars: Republic Troops 501st Poster by @boggsart Clone Wars Band Art by @pinkiemme Captain Rex Art by @vivaislenska Captain Rex Art by @kheimerios Captain Rex Art by @rackcty Mace Windu Art by @mudpuddless Fives and OC Elara McTavish Art by @aliettali OC Kazi and OC Daria by @eyecandyeoz (from I Yearn and So I Fear by @enigmaticexplorer) Clone OC Atlas Art by @orionfrommars

The Bad Batch: Bad Batch Selfie Art by @collophora Happy Ending Bad Batch Art by @mroddmod Hunter and Omega Art by @blxem1lk Hunter Redesign by @snw-faatuatua 🟪 (TBB S3) Hunter Art by @soularsss 🟪 (TBB S3) CX-2 Art by @notnyxxy Tech Art by @rexxdjarin Tech and Phee's Children OCs by @nightskyfoxyy A Place to Hide by @the-rain-on-kamino

Star Wars Original Trilogy: Young Boba Fett Art by @mrs2224

Jedi: Survivor: BD-1 Art by @eriadus

Batman: Batman's Boys by @inverted-typo

How to Train Your Dragon: Meatlug Art by @spacenintendogs

Call of Duty: Wraith by @bluegiragi

GIF Sets:

The Book of Boba Fett: Kia Kaha, Kia Maia, Kia Manawanui by @bobafettdaily

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emotionalcadaver · 4 months

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Part 16: Because You'll Be Together

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Limbo brings new dangers. But perhaps, also, catharsis.

Word Count: 3,501

Notes: Warnings for depictions of violence.

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There was seawater in her mouth, leaving her to sputter and choke on it as she rose up from the crashing waves, hands and feet sinking into the wet sand beneath her. She blinked her eyes against the water threatening to flood them, another wave crashing against her back and shoving her a few inches forward.

A hand seized her by the upper arm, pulling her up to her feet. Alice grasped a fistful of Cobb’s jacket to steady herself, staring up at the crumbling skyscrapers that rose up just at the edge of the beach.

“Was that all you and Mal’s?” she asked, nodding to the city.

“Yeah,” confident that she was steady on her own two feet, Cobb let her go, heading further down the beach to grab Ariadne. Alice turned away from the city, gazing out over the crashing water.

She had always loved the ocean. Ever since she was a little girl. Many of her fondest memories involved splashing in the waves or playing on the sand with Robert when they were children. Or sitting at the docks, feet dangling to rest in the water as they watched the sunset.

“Alice!”

Starting at Cobb’s call, she began to wade her way through the water towards him and Ariadne, climbing from the waves and onto the dry land.

“Do you know what building she’ll be in?” Alice asked. Cobb nodded. As they walked, she took in the towering ruins of skyscrapers above them. She recognized a few specific buildings from Cobb and Mal’s pasts as they walked. And little details. Quirks in the architecture that screamed of their individual styles. Ariadne had lots of questions that she asked Cobb. Alice remained mostly silent. Her thoughts were overtaken with worry for Robert. Guilt for allowing any of this to happen in the first place.

She should have never agreed to Eames’s plan. Should never even have considered it.

If he was already lost down here, mind turned to nothing to mush, she didn’t know what she was going to do.

“Hey,” Cobb touched her arm as they rounded a corner. As if he’d read her mind. “He’s strong. He’ll be fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“His subconscious has nearly torn us to pieces, and that’s when slowed under sedation. And he survived Maurice all those years, right?”

She nodded miserably. Cobb smiled reassuringly.

“I think he can handle a few hours with Mal. I don’t think she’ll actually hurt him, anyway. Not when she can use him as leverage against me.”

“That makes me feel so much better,” she grumbled sarcastically, then sighed in defeat. “You’re probably right.”

“I’m sorry. I never should have continued with this once I found out it was Robert.”

Alice shrugged. “You wanted to go back to your children. Besides,” she cracked her neck as she rolled it from side to side. “He wanted to do it.”

“What?” both Cobb and Ariadne rounded on her with wide eyes.

“When Eames came to me about it, he suggested that I tell Robert what was going on. So I did. I told him you’d been hired to perform an inception on him to break up Fischer Morrow in exchange for getting back to your children.”

“And he agreed?”

“Robert wants to leave Fischer Morrow. He hates it there. But he…I don’t know. He feels like he can’t. Like he’s obligated to keep going for his father, I guess. Still trying to win his love and approval, even beyond the grave. Or maybe because it’s the only thing he’s ever known. When I told him about this…I think he hoped that it would finally give him the push he needed to get out,” she shrugged.

“He can’t break free,” Cobb whispered. Alice flashed him a sad smile.

“Guess you and I aren’t that different,” both two people just trying to help those they loved get out of a terrible situation. Resorting to inception to do it. She’d thought that maybe because Robert had given his consent, that would make her different, somehow.

She no longer thought that.

After everything that had happened…everything that had gone wrong when he had trusted her to keep him safe, he would probably hate her.

She sniffed, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

They followed Cobb past rows of his and Mal’s old houses, finally into an apartment style building and into an elevator.

“How are we gonna bring Fischer back?” Ariadne asked as they began to ride up.

“We’re gonna have to come up with some kind of a kick,” Cobb mused.

“What?” Ariadne asked.

Cobb loaded his gun. “I’m gonna improvise. Listen, there’s something you should know about me. About inception.”

Alice snapped her head around to him, eyes wide. As far as she knew, she was the only one he’d told the truth to. And that was only because she half dragged it out of him.

The elevator stopped, and they got out, her and Ariadne behind Cobb.

“An idea is like a virus,” he murmured. “Resilient. Highly contagious. And the smallest seed of an idea can grow,” he raised the gun as they got to the end of the hallway. “It can grow to define…or destroy you.”

Mal was sitting at the head of the dining room table with her back to them, a kitchen knife in front of her.

“The smallest idea, such as: ‘your world is not real.’ Simple little thought that changes everything,” Mal mused, glanced over her shoulder at them.

Alice knew, the moment that she looked at her, that the creature in front of her was not her friend. Mal had always had an air of mystery about her. A sense of unshakable melancholy. But she was never cruel, or frightening. And she certainly never played so carelessly with kitchen knives, the way that the shade in front of her was.

She would never have kidnapped Alice’s boyfriend either, but that seemed to go without saying.

“So certain of your world. Of what’s real,” shade Mal crooned. She looked at Ariadne. “Do you think he is? Or do you think he’s as lost as I was?”

Cobb moved to sit next to her at the table while she leaned forward, hissing furiously at him, and Alice understood. This was Cobb’s guilt. His pain over his wife’s loss and his involvement in it. That was why she was so angry and cruel, lashing out at everyone that wasn’t him. She was his desire to fall back into the false reality they had once built here. Both furious at him for the rejection of the fantasy, and yet desiring to have him all the same.

She stood awkwardly with Ariadne near the kitchen counter, watching as man and wife warred with one another. As a man warred with his own subconscious desires. His conflict over reality.

She did not listen to the story Cobb told to Mal and Ariadne. She had heard it all already. It was not a story she enjoyed hearing. And she did not like the ending.

But still she could see it in her mind: how he’d crept into the construction of Mal’s childhood home, how he broke open the safe hidden within the dollhouse. How all he did was set the top so that it started to spin and spin and spin and spin. Never toppling. The way they’d laid on the train tracks, hands clutching each other as the track began to rattle.

“You infected my mind,” Mal cried, tears streaming down her face as Cobb came to the end of his story.

“I was trying to save you,” Cobb whispered.

“You betrayed me!”

Alice winced, and wondered if this would be the same conversation she would be having with Robert, a few hours later.

Thunder boomed across the sky, lightning flashing. Alice’s head snapped around. The defibrillator. Eames was trying to revive Robert, which meant that he’d heard the musical cue that the kick for the third layer was imminent. Beside her, Ariadne jumped, clearly taking note of it too.

“Cobb, we need to get Fischer…” Ariadne started. Mal shook her head furiously.

“You can’t have him.”

Alice’s patience shattered, rushing towards her. “So you get to have Cobb down here to play out your fucking fantasy, but I don’t ever get to see Robert again?” she hissed in her face. “That doesn’t seem very fair, Mal.”

Cobb was looking away. Staring out a window. “If I stay here, will you let him go?”

“What are you talking about?” Ariadne demanded. Alice didn’t break eye contact from Mal’s huge blue eyes. Mal looked at Cobb, then back at her, then to Cobb.

“Fischer is on the porch.”

“Go check he’s alive. Ariadne,” Cobb ordered. Alice was already halfway across the room, racing to the door to the porch before he’d even finished the sentence.

“Cobb, you can’t do this,” Ariadne pleaded.

“Go with Alice and check he’s alive right now. Do it.”

Alice wrenched the door open and raced out into the storm that had begun to rage outside. Robert was laying on his back, gagged and hands tied, seeming a little dazed but otherwise unharmed. Alice sobbed in relief, crashing to her knees next to him.

“Robert! Robbie…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she whispered. Ariadne came running out onto the porch behind her, helping her to haul Robert into a sitting position.

“He’s here! And it's time, but you have to come now!” Ariadne called back to Cobb still in the kitchen. Alice could hear them continuing to shout to one another over the storm, arguing over Cobb remaining behind. It would be fine. He was just staying to get Saito back. And he’d escaped limbo once before, he could do it again. That wasn’t what she was focused on. Robert was alive and here and okay. That was all that she could bring herself to care about.

Alice fumbled with the bonds on Robert’s hands, loosening them while Ariadne pulled the gag from his mouth.

“You all right?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, breathless. Alice glanced back towards the kitchen, and cursed.

“Shit!”

Mal was stabbing at Cobb with the knife, digging it into his chest and then raising to strike again. Ariadne whirled at Alice’s reaction, yanking her gun free and firing it. Mal dropped to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Cobb shouted to her.

Ariadne looked at Alice and Robert. “Improvising.”

Alice made eye contact with her, saw what she was thinking, then nodded.

“Hang onto me,” she said to Robert. Those pretty blue eyes blinked at her in confusion.

“Wha–”

She locked her arms around his chest, and Ariadne kicked them off the roof.

To his major credit, Robert didn’t scream. He did make a small yelp when Ariadne kicked them, hands seizing at Alice’s waist as they started to fall through the air. The wind whipped at her cheeks and hair, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight, face pressing into Robert’s chest.

There was a crack of thunder, and then nothing at all.

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Alice woke up with a small gasp, jerking upwards off of the cold floor. Beside her, Cobb and Ariadne were still unconscious and hooked up to the PASIV. Ripping the IV from her arm, she sat up, scrambling across the floor to where Eames was bending over a gasping and wheezing Robert.

“In there, now. Go, go, go,” Eames was urging him gently. Alice helped haul him to his feet.

“Go, sweetheart. Now. We can talk about the rest of it later,” she murmured in response to his questioning gaze, kissing his forehead, fighting back a sob of relief and reluctantly letting him go so he could walk to the huge, locked doors.

“What about Cobb and Ari?” Eames mumbled into her ear as they watched Robert enter the code into the keypad.

“Dealing with Mal. Cobb’s going to stay behind to find Saito.”

Eames nodded. In front of them, Robert flinched as the locks on the door gave way and it began to slide open. They both ceased speaking, too curious about what was in this deep, locked up part of Robert’s subconscious.

It was a sterile room made up entirely of huge black tiles, lining both the floor and the walls. At the end of it, a cherry wood bookcase was pressed against the wall. In front of it was a bedside table, a few medical machines, a lamp, and Maurice’s hospital bed.

Alice left Eames’s side to follow Robert silently into the room, stopping a little ways away from him and Maurice. He would have to do this on his own.

Maurice’s head was lolling from side to side, muttering.

“I was dis–I was dis—disa–” he stammered.

“I know, Dad,” Robert said, and Alice had to fight the urge to rush forward and comfort him at the agony in his voice when he dropped to his knees at Maurice’s bedside. “I know you were disappointed I couldn’t be you.”

“No,” the projection of Maurice said, shaking his head. Alice’s eyes snapped to him. “No, no, no. I was disappointed…that you tried,” he said it with far more kindness and compassion then Alice had ever heard from the real version of the man, old eyes gentle and fond as he looked at Robert. She was left with a pang of sorrow and wonder over what could have been, if Maurice had just been a tiny bit kinder to his son during his life.

Behind her, she heard the door that had slid shut reopening as Eames unlocked it again, having finished wiring the charges to blow up the hospital. Glancing behind her, she spotted him arming the detonator in his hand, looking at her with an eyebrow raised in question. She held up a hand, shaking her head.

Wait.

Maurice was raising a hand, gesturing weakly to the small safe stashed under the bedside table.

“What?” Robert asked, reaching out to begin inputting the numbers and pulling it open. Alice started to move, striding around Maurice’s hospital bed to stand behind Robert. Inside the safe, on the top shelf, was a paper marked The Last Will and Testament. But that was not what caught either of their interests. Because on the bottom shelf, tucked away until Rober reached in and pulled it out, was the pinwheel from the picture Robert had placed on Maurice’s bedside table.

Robert’s bottom lip began to quiver, eyes filling with tears as he started to tremble, turning to his father.

Maurice was dead.

“Dad?” Robert grabbed at his father’s hand, clutching it to his face as he began to sob violently. Alice took another step closer, and put her arms around him, hugging his head to her stomach as his entire body wracked and trembled with cries.

“Robbie…oh, Robbie…” she whispered soothingly into his hair, kissing him there. It always broke her heart to see him so upset.

But she was also ecstatic. Because it had worked. It had actually worked.

Looking over her shoulder to Eames, she nodded. He nodded back at her, and pressed the button on the detonator. There was a thundering roar from outside, and the entire room started to tremble. Alice clutched Robert tighter, burying her face in his hair and closing her eyes. The floor gave way beneath their feet, and they started to fall.

∗ ∗ ∗

She was aware, only very briefly, of opening her eyes in an elevator, and then that was gone too, just like the hospital, and she was awoken to the crash of water, the van jerking violently as it hit the water and instantly flooded.

For a moment, she flailed, panicked, because everything was dark and water had rushed into her lungs, suffocating her. Someone yanked off the bag that she’d forgotten had been pulled over her head and she was met with Robert’s face, staring at her wide-eyed under the water, touching her cheek. He grabbed at her and then at Eames, and the three of them started to swim out the back doors of the van that had blown open with the force of hitting the water, towards the surface.

The others had scuba gear and oxygen. They would be okay.

Her lungs expanded violently with relief, burning as she simultaneously coughed up the water she’d inhaled and tried to drag in oxygen. Eames pulled the bag on his head off, revealing Peter’s face instead of his own. Next to her, Robert shook his head a little like a dog, getting his soaked hair out of his eyes.

“Are you okay!?” he shouted to both of them. They nodded, and started to swim for a rocky shore. Robert tucked Eames’s arm around his shoulders, helping to support him as they climbed the rocks before coming to a stop at the water’s edge, sitting down heavily. It was still raining. Not that it mattered. All three of them were soaked.

Alice scooted closer to Robert, taking his hand and interlacing their fingers. When he kissed the top of her head, she leaned against his shoulder affectionately. Even soaked to the bone, he was warm.

“I’m sorry, Robert,” Eames said in Peter’s voice. But Robert waved away his apologies, looking out over the water.

“You know, the will means that Dad wanted me to be my own man…not just live for him,” Robert nodded to himself. “That’s what I’m gonna do, Uncle Peter.”

Alice stared up at him. There was freeness in his voice that she hadn’t heard in years. His shoulders seemed less tense, the bags under his eyes lifted. The blue irises were shining. Stretching up, she kissed his cheek. He was free.

He was finally free.

∗ ∗ ∗

When she woke up on the plane, it was to find Yusuf bending over her, very gently removing the IV from her arm. He flashed her a small smile, shuffling around to release everyone else from the tubes in their arms and pack the PASIV away. There was a delayed response, as the sedative eased its grip and the Somnacin fully left the bloodstream, but slowly, people began to wake.

No one said a word to one another, but they were all anxiously watching Cobb and Saito. Hoping that neither of them would wake up as a vegetable.

Cobb opened his eyes around the time that the flight attendant began moving about the cabin, offering hot towels and immigration forms. Alice let out a breath of relief as she saw the clear awareness in his eyes. Alert and present.

Robert had been staring out the window, playing anxiously with his fingers and clearly mulling things over in his head. He waved away the flight attendant’s offer for a hot towel, but took the immigration forms. Alice nudged his foot with hers.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Hm? Oh, fine, sweetheart,” he said, waving away her concerns. Alice nodded, but bit her lip. From the corner of her eye, she could see Saito sitting up, a phone in his hand.

Now would come the question if Saito was actually good on his word.

The plane landed rather unceremoniously, and as they all stood and Robert got her bags for her from the overhead bin, she looked around at her team, smiling subtly to them. It was too bad that they all couldn’t go celebrate their success together. She missed when they used to do that.

Maybe, once things had all settled down, she could invite them all to Sydney for a weekend or something.

Assuming Robert was still talking to her after all this, of course.

She glanced up at Robert, silently mourning the loss of the sexy shirt, suspenders, slacks, and tie look he’d been sporting as he pulled back on his suit jacket. Bag in one hand, he reached down to take hers with the other, eyes darting around the cabin at the faces surrounding them. She wondered if he recognized any of them.

They ended up in front of Cobb at the immigration check-in, so she didn’t get to see if he actually made it in or not. But she didn’t hear the sounds of shouting or police racing to arrest him, so she took that as a good sign. At the baggage carousel, Robert pulled out his phone, beginning to type away on it.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about once we get to the penthouse,” he said. Alice looped her arm with his.

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat. “Me too.”

He shot her a look, one eyebrow raised. Oh, he definitely suspected something. Robert wasn’t stupid, she was sure he’d picked up on some things during the dreams themselves, and examining them after he’d awoken had probably only increased his suspicions.

Glancing away, she spotted Cobb as he walked past them, and smiled. So he’d made it through. He gave her a little nod as he passed by.

Alice turned away and pressed her smile into Robert’s arm.

Thank you for reading! Please consider leaving a comment, reblog, or like. I always appreciate feedback and love getting the opportunity to interact with you and hear your thoughts!

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dont-mind-if-i-slytherin · 1 year

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RP list

Thought I would update my fandom and RP list. I mainly RP on discord but will do tumblr if needed. I tend to have nsfw themes so over 18's only please.

I also love a good oc x oc plot, so if none of the pairings take your fancy still message because I'm down for literally 99.9 percent of things. Only got a couple of hard no-nos

Bold are who I play, some I will be comfortable playing either.

Either like this post or send me a dm if you're interested.

Shameless

Ian x Mickey (I can play both but I'm more experienced playing Mickey)

Lip X OC (a milkovich cousin, you know gallaghers and Milkovich are peak pairings.)

Red white and royal blue

Henry x Alex (can play either just prefer playing Henry)

Sex education

Eric x Adam

Death Note

L x Light (will play either)

Shadowhunters

Alec x Magnus (can play both)

Our Flag Means death

Black Pete x Lucius

Once upon a time

Emma x Killian (will play either)

Harry Potter

Remus x Sirius (can play both)

Fred x Hermione

Harry x Ginny

Draco x OC

OC x OC

Sex Wizards

Olbriec x Dom

Arlon x Dom

Oc x OC

Star wars

Cal x Merrin

OC x OC

Marvel

Spiderman x Deadpool.

Makkari x Druig (will play either)

Inception

Arthur x Ariadne

Eames x Arthur

Merlin (bbc)

Arthur x Merlin

Glee

Blaine x Kurt (again, will play both)

Roswell New Mexico

Alex x Michael (will play either)

Game of Thrones

Gendry x Ayra

Last of Us

Frank x Bill

Queer as Folk

Brian x Justin

Criminal Minds

Spencer X OC

Hotch X Emily

Morgan x Penelope

Hunger Games

Finnick x Annie

Haymitch x Effie (play either)

Descendants (think this is a little obvious on who my favourite character is)

Mal x Harry

Jay x Harry

Jay x Carlos

Uma x Harry

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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Another rec!! This time The Last Word by @ariadnes-red-thread , a great Fives x OC séries. We only have the first chapter, but I’m already obsessed and Aria is such a talented writer 💕

YES SHE IS! I cannot put into words how excited I am to see where this fic goes because I am already in love with Mal. Her chemistry with Fives is just ON ANOTHER LEVEL and I am already counting the seconds until Aria posts again (take your time, Aria. It's fine. I'm just excited). Thanks so much for the rec Iris!

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You're waiting for a train... (7)

Damsel in Distress

Robert Fischer x reader

description - The group goes under and the stakes they find there are more troubling than any of them could have dreamt.

word count - 3.3k (ooooooo she's a biggie)

warnings - guns, car crash, injuries, swearing, Robert being a cutie

a/n - I'm sorry this chapter took a bit longer to come out but I was really stuck with writing it. I could've whipped out a chapter really quickly but I knew it wouldn't have been my best and you loyal readers deserve my best, and I want to give this fic my best! :)

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My ticket is clasped firmly in my hand as we wait to board. I had panicked thinking of what to wear this morning. Believe it or not, my experience of first class was lacking. I didn’t want to look out of place so decided upon a sleek stone dress with a matching cardigan and black patent heels.

We were boarding the plane now, deliberately before Fischer. We aimed to get settled in our seats so there was nothing suspicious about the way we were interacting. I found my seat and calmed my shaking bones. God it was so comfortable, shame I wouldn’t get to relish in it. Well technically my body would whilst my mind ran about. I looked behind me seeing Yusuf, Ariadne, Arthur, and Saito. I looked across and found Eames, my dad, and an empty seat. The person who would claim it would be my direct opposite. My hands clenched the arm rest when realisation set in. My heart was racing to the point where I didn’t notice Robert’s entrance. Eames blocked his path in order to get subtle access to his passport which he then slipped to Cobb.

I perked up when I felt my dad gesturing my way. Not knowing what else to do, I rose and approached him. But I had failed to notice the obvious point of contact until I had once again slammed into someone and ended up on my knees. This time my brick wall happened to hold the steely blue eyes I found impossible to forget. Once again, I struggled to find my voice in the face of his gaze.

“Are you okay?” I sharply inhaled, my thoughts being dragged back to our previous meeting. This time the pressure informed my actions and I lowered my head so my locks curtained my distinct features. He offered me his hands to lift me from the surprisingly soft carpet. Even though I couldn’t let my eyes meet his, it didn’t mean I couldn’t let my thumb ever so gently stroke his firm hands. They had the softness of a privileged life but there was a hardness that came from never-ending worry.

“I’m sorry do I know you?” He laughed through his words whilst searching through my feeble disguise. I let my eyes drift to Eames in a plea for help. What was I to do?

“No, I’m sorry I just have one of those faces.” Robert was amused by my answer. The closer he leaned in the more it felt like the world just crumbled around us. I could feel the muscles in my neck praying for me to look up. Just for a moment. I could feel his hands engulfing my own in a protective hold.

Just then, Robert was shoved from behind, allowing me to recollect and escape the potentially risky moment. Cobb continued storing his bag when Robert span around, looking for the one responsible. Cobb made sure his stance alluded to his innocence.

Once, Robert turned back, expecting to find me, he was saddened to see me returned to my seat. He purposefully moved to continue our conversation but was halted by the stewardess who informed him it was time to take his seat.

Robert returned to his seat glumly. As he sat, his sadness could still be felt radiating despite his perfect posture. He unfurled his jacket from his body revealing a crisp white shirt, his trousers being held by suspenders. My eyes betrayed me to drag over his body. I quickly looked away when I risked meeting his eyes and I giggled at the juvenile gesture on my part. But it appeared he had noticed as he met my giggles with his own melodious chuckle. I looked behind Robert to see my father handling his passport. The fasten seat belt sign alighted and the pilots voice informed us of take off. The plane rumbled beneath our feet. A little gasp escaped me as I briefly felt the gravity leave our mass, lifting us into the air. My fingers curled tighter around my seat, an outward sign of my anxiety.

A ping alerted us of the futility of our restraints. My dad rose from his seat and informed Robert that he had dropped his passport. Handing him back the aforementioned item, Cobb then struck up a conversation, I could only assume about his father and his recent passing. I watched out of my peripheral, refusing to give away any indication of the relationship between the seven people joining Robert’s flight. It ended with my father joining Robert in a drink which I assume contained a secret ingredient.

Within seconds, he was out. This was our go sign. Everyone jumped up, attending to their stations as the first-class flight attendant retrieved our case. Before joining the others, I ran over to Robert’s limp form and kneeled down between his legs. My hand glided over his arm and returned to his pulse point. With the other I cupped his face and with soft strokes I allowed my thumb to peel his eye open.

“What are you doing?” Cobb had spotted my unusual position.

“Just making sure he’s okay.” I answered with an innocent tone. I rose, self-conscious of my position, and joined the others in retrieving my own IV.

I returned to my seat and inserted it into my vein. I looked around at their stone cold faces and righted my expression to fit with the crowd. Here we fucking go.

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LAYER ONE: THE CITY

My eyes shot open and the first thing I felt was cold. Lashes of rain pelting down on my shivering form. Interestingly I hadn’t planned an outfit for such weather as such weather was supposed to be impossible. I shivered in my thin blouse and jeans, hugging my black leather jacket tighter in a feeble attempt at retaining heat.

I took in the dream around me, familiarising myself with the skyscrapers so my brain registered the route of the maze. Cars and their horns blared around me, my frame jumping at each new sound. I traipsed further up the street hoping to find my dad or Eames.

Suddenly, a red car pulled up next to me. The door was ripped open, and a loud voice ordered me to get in. We drove further in silence and picked up Yusuf. Unfortunately, with seven of us, room was limited. And I found myself being lifted into Arthur’s lap. I felt him shift under me at the foreign position, but he kept his hands civil, whether out of respect for me or fear of my father, I couldn’t say. But after many days of icing out on his part I couldn’t deny that the contact was comforting.

“You couldn’t have peed before we went under?” Arthur fumed from behind me.

“Sorry.” Yusuf meekly uttered.

“Bit too much free champagne before takeoff, eh, Yusuf?” Eames teased from the front.

“Oh, ha bloody ha.” I smirked over to Yusuf, trying to distract myself with amusement.

“Well we know he’s gonna be looking for a taxi in this weather.” My dad dragged us back to the plan at hand. We pulled off from the curb. As we drove we latched on to a taxi and Cobb rammed us into the back of it. When the driver stormed out of his vehicle, he was met with a gun pointed at his face.

“Walk away.” Cobb threatened. The driver left in a hurry. Saito exited our car but before Arthur left he turned back to where he’d lifted me off his lap. He gave me a light hug before finally leaving. Once the door closed again, I felt something different weighing down my body. I looked to an unusual bump under my jacket and pulled it back to reveal a holster with a loaded pistol. My weapon of choice. I smiled a little looking to Arthur’s retreating form. He’d never leave me vulnerable.

We followed Arthur and Saito a few yards before I saw Robert, out in the rain, flagging them down. Once they stopped and he was about to get in, Eames left our car in favour of disrupting Robert by appearing to steal his taxi. I stayed back, holding my breath. I feared to speak, fearing the quivering tone of my thoughts.

We pulled over once more to pick up a sopping wet Ariadne. She seemed grateful for the shelter.

I glanced down at the crisp white watch I always brought on any heist. It’s always good to track time when time is working against you. If the schedule was right Saito will have initiated the kidnapping part of the scheme. Ariadne turned to speak but before any words could come out, I felt the breath be ripped from my body and out my stomach. The car hurtled to the side and threw its occupants into a whirl.

I looked up, brushing my wet locks away from my eyeline. The sight I saw made my stomach lurch. A freight train. Hurtling straight through any hopes I had of getting home.

As I seemed to regain function, my courage was dashed as bullets pierced the metal. Specially trained projections targeted our two cars. I fumed at the sight of these men, knowing that this kind of dream training never appeared in our research. I watched Arthur manoeuvre the taxi, feeling lucky it was in his hands. But as more shots rained down, I grew determined. I took a crowbar from the boot and smashed out the rear window.

“KEEP US BEHIND THE TAXI!” I yelled over the newly acquired street noise to my Dad who took my meaning and tailed us to the boys, blocking the projections shot. I fetched my pistol out of the holster. I lay across the back seat rests and straightened out my arms in front of me. Pistol was positioned in a perfect line. I closed one eye. My thumb gripped the trigger down and I felt the bullet unfurl from the chamber.

Direct hit.

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We arrived at the abandoned warehouse that would be our stage. The two cars skidded in and as I exited, pistol still in hand, I noticed commotion between the others.

“Get Fischer in the back room now!” I saw them haul Fischer’s body out of the car and drag him away from my sight. I couldn’t help following him with my eyes and I tried to stifle the sigh that escaped once I saw him unharmed. I quickly composed myself and focused on the situation at hand. Saito was hurt.

“Has he been shot? Is he – he dying?” Ariadne stuttered out as Arthur carefully hurled his form out. I could see the blood seeping through his shirt. I noticed how his eyes lapsed back into his skull as if retreating from the pain.

“I don’t know.”

“Jesus christ.” My dad leaned down to him in order to assess the situation.

“Where were you? What happened to you?” Arthur questioned our whereabouts.

“We got hit by a freight strain.” I managed to stutter out through intermittent breaths.

“Why would you put a train crossing in the middle of a downtown intersection?” Arthur spat at Ariadne.

“I didn’t!” she defended.

“Well, where did it come from then?” Arthur would not let this go. I was confused and scared but if we focused on a singular fault, we’d lose sight of the end goal. And that was all that mattered now. Inception was about improvisation and now I had to improvise a runaway train being a totally normal thing to happen.

“Well, let me ask you a question, why the hell were we ambushed?” My dad screamed down at Arthur. “Those were not normal projections! They’d been trained for god’s sake!”

“You’re right.”

“How could he be trained?” Ariadne questioned.

Arthur calmed his breathing. “Fischer’s had an extractor teach his subconscious to defend itself.” I had to give it to Arthur he had an ability to stay calm in the face of unbridled attacks in the field. Which usually came from my dad. “so his subconscious is militarised. It should have shown in the research, I’m sorry.” He chanced a glance to my shaking frame. He surveyed the range of cuts on my arms and face from broken glass. “I’m sorry.” He softly uttered in my direction, but failing to meet my eyes.

“SO WHY THE HELL DIDN’T IT!” My Dad practically screamed at us now.

“Calm down.” Arthur tried to subdue his fury, lest it seep onto the entire team.

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! THAT WAS YOUR JOB GODDAMMIT!” Arthur rose to meet Cobbs intimidating stance. “That was your responsibility!” He shoved his finger into Arthur’s face. “You were meant to check Fischer’s background thoroughly! We are not prepared for this type of violence!”

“We have dealt with sub-security before.” I gently reminded the men. “We’re just going to have to be a little more careful.”

Dad now directed his anger towards me. “This was not a part of the plan!" He gestured down towards Saito’s writhing frame. "Now he’s dying for god’s sake!”

Eames appeared from the side of us; he brandished a gun in front of Saito’s face. “Put him out of his misery.” He went to press the trigger before he was manhandled out of the way. Dad now had him locked against the car, gripping his offending hand.

“No, no, no don’t do that!” Cobb now furiously stated his opposition as Eames feebly tried to calm him down. Primarily so he’d release him.

“He’s in agony, I’m waking him up.” Eames defended.

“No. It won’t wake him up.” I froze hearing the words escape my dad’s mouth. You die and you wake up. That’s what happens.

“What do you mean he won’t wake up? When we die in a dream, we wake up.” Eames was repeating so he could convince himself.

“Not from this.” Yusuf spoke up. “We’re too heavily sedated to wake up that way.” Our gazes were firmly fixed on Yusuf, in disbelief of what we were hearing. One thought danced around my brain and only Eames had the guts to speak it out.

“Right. So what happens when we die?” He looked on at my dad for the answer he didn’t want.

“We drop into limbo.”

My heart plummeted out of my ribs and lodged down below. I managed to catch my breath but only in shaky little outbursts that were more like spits than any substantial amount of oxygen.

“Are you serious?” Arthur fumed upon the knowledge of this.

“Limbo?” Ariadne questioned fearfully.

“Unconcentrated dream space.”

“Well, what the hell is down there?” She built upon her question.

“Just raw, infinite subconscious.” Arthur’s voice began to build. “Nothing is down there, except for whatever may have been left behind by anyone sharing the dream who’s been trapped there before.” My saddened eyes followed my father, along with Arthur, both knowing that whatever was down there was a product between him…and Mal. “Which in our case, is you.”

“Well, how long could we be stuck there?” Ariadne wanted to claw the words back down in her throat.

“Couldn’t even think about escape before the sedation wears off.” Yusuf spluttered out his answer.

“Well how long Yusuf?” Eames was now irritated and used it to mask his fear.

“Decades – infinite – I don’t know. Ask him. He’s the one who’s been there.” He weakly gestured to my dad who’d begun to pace, avoiding our stares.

No one had looked my way as I hadn’t contributed to the conversation at hand. Dad was directed away from me, running his hands over his face as if he was waking from a deep sleep. He spun back into the group as a loud sob broke from my throat. Tears welled up and spilled out as the reality of the situation sank in. This job had already been dangerous but now I had lost the way out that could always be a crutch to the impending fear of the deep subconscious. Dad rushed to embrace me. He tucked my head into his chest and placed a kiss on my hairline.

“It’s okay, it’s okay sweetheart.” He softly cooed at me. “We’re gonna be okay.” I could no longer feel if the words were directed at me…or him. I feverishly wiped away the salty tears as they dried on my skin. I peeled myself away and looked up with a soft smile. In a silent nod of contentment. But as our eyes met I saw a flicker of regret when he saw me for what I truly was. His child.

The other boys hoisted Saito up and took him away. I knew the deeper we went, the pain would lessen. But my heart still ached for the agony waiting for him and the risk that came along with it.

Once the boys returned, Dad brought us all back to the task at hand. He addressed us explaining the outlines of the kidnapping scenario and how we’d use it to get Fischer to conjure up a safe combination which we would later use to reveal the will.

I had tucked my body into myself, my mind still running on adrenaline. I jumped back in once dad turned towards me, his next statement aimed for me.

“Honey, because of the dire situation and his clear kidnapping training we need to go harder.” I rolled my eyes feeling the direction of the conversation. “Sweetheart, we need to do ‘Damsel in Distress’.” My heart picked up speed.

“What’s that?” Ariadne questioned. It truly brought me back to how she had been dumped into this unknown world with very little knowledge. Like being dropped in a stormy ocean at night with a singular life ring.

“It’s a technique we use where y/n acts as an innocent victim to gain the marks trust.” Arthur filled her in whilst Dad stared at my expression incredulously. “Once she’s struck up a rapport we pretend to torture her. We’ve found this works with certain men, like Robert. Rich pretty boys who jerk off to the idea of being a knight in shining armour.”

I glared at Arthur’s unnecessary add-ons. He at least had the decency to look ashamed at being noticed by myself.

“Thing is I don’t think I can.” I meekly whispered. Closing in on myself further.

“What do you mean?” My dad asked.

“Because he saw me.” I stuttered out.

“That thing on the plane?” My dad’s annoyance was growing. He bent down and held my shoulders. “That wasn’t long enough to having any lasting effect on the memory.” He huffed out.

“There was another time.” My voice barely broke the room’s air and Eames' face fell as he knew what was to follow. My dad halted and I felt anger seep his veins as his hands left my shoulders. “At the office when Eames and I were doing intel. There was a – moment – well he – We talked.”

“You talked? You fucking talked with the subject?” My dad stormed away and whacked his fist into the car. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I don’t know – I just –” I stammered out in the face of my fathers fury. He laughed in disbelief at my nervous shakes.

“Such a fucking child.” He rubbed his hands over his face, unwilling to look at me in this moment.

I scoffed. “I’m only a child when it suits you.” I stated confidently, my previous anxiety dissipating in the face of his insult. We both entered into a stare down, neither willing to retreat. Our silence hung heavy.

“What does it matter.” Eames tried to pacify the two of us. “The further down we go, the fuzzier his recollection becomes.”

“It matters now!” Dad hissed. He withdrew, his disappointment evident in his stance.

“I was wearing glasses!” I shouted unconvinced at my own excuse. He spun to face me.

“It doesn’t matter, his brain now has an image of you with glasses and without so his unconscious mind will meld the two to form an exact image of you.” He left once again, desperate to forget the conversation.

“I can still do this!” I yelled with conviction. He turned back round to deliver a final blow.

“No. You can’t.” my heart clamped as his words settled in. My tears falling was the only feeling I could register in my numb frame.

God, what have I done.

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can this scene objectively be considered homoerotic or am i just gay and horny?

#inception #ariadne inception #mal cobb #ariadne x mal #mal x ariadne #i am very gay

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lemon-yellow · 4 years

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For the “Established Relationship” Bingo Square I shall headcanon a mirror-verse where Mal is the extractor and Cobb is the shade. Mal is introduced to a plucky young architect by her professor father, and after the Dream Team achieves the impossible (or just bloody difficult) I declare a lifetime of domestic bliss! In honor of Rare Pair Week of Inceptiversary, I present Mal x Ariadne! For your viewing pleasure! India Ink, graphite, and photoshop! Also, just going to go ahead and self-promote that you can bid on a piece of art from me for the Inception Auction (closes at 11:59pm EDT on July 25, 2020)

#Inception #Inceptiversary #Inceptiversary2020 #Inception Bingo #fanart #Mal x Ariadne #Ellen Page #Marion Cotillard #My art

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Ariadne’s Red Thread: Masterlist

Welcome to my little slice of Tumblr. Call me Aria :) Fan of many fandoms, but I write for Star Wars/TCW. I’m chronically lazy with being social on here, but asks and inbox are always open if you want to chat!

THIS BLOG IS DNI FOR ALL MINORS. All of my writings involve adult themes and are rated *explicit*. No clonec*st, anything involving minors, non-c*n, roleplay, or m*ster/p*dawan here, please. Unapologetically pro-choice, pro-science, anti-racist, and a safe space for LGBTQ+. Anything less will not be tolerated.

All individual warnings are posted on the stories. Please conscientiously consume. Masterlist under the cut.

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Ao3

Series [Ongoing]: The Last Word [Fives x OFC]

After surviving a massacre on her home planet and rebuilding her life as a medic with the 104th, Mal’s world is thrown back into chaos when she transfers to the 501st and dives into a search for answers that she had abandoned a long time ago. Up against forces that she doesn’t understand and unwittingly a participant in a race against time, Mal turns to her new battalion for help. Fives just wants his brothers to heal after the horrors of Umbara, and he doesn’t trust this new medic is telling them everything.

Mal and Fives' struggle to save those they care about comes together in unexpected ways, and, despite their best efforts, they find themselves thrust together in a battle for the future of a galaxy far, far away.

Series/One Shots [On-going]: My 150 Follower Celebration

Some spicy requests from some very special moots to celebrate this lovely community of clone girlies (gn). Includes Rex x F!Reader, Jesse x GN!Reader, Fives x F!Reader, and Wolffe x F!Reader

One Shot: Promise Me [Jesse/F!Reader, Rex/F!Reader]

When Rex made that promise to Jesse, he didn’t think that he would ever have to keep it.

One Shot: Bad Habits [Fives/F!Reader]

You try to can try to break your bad habits all you want, but somehow you always end up here, with Fives.

One Shot: In His Sights [Crosshair/F!Reader]

As the Bad Batch’s medic, you’re used to seeing the details so you can pick up on changes in your boys. As the team’s sniper and an enhanced clone, Crosshair’s got the best vision of the batch. Somehow, neither of you can see what’s right in front of your faces.

One Shot: Heartbeat [Fives/F!Reader]

You wake up to find that you’re trapped in a cave with Fives. As oxygen dwindles and every breath you take is a countdown to death, you’re forced to confront your feelings for the ARC Trooper.

One Shot: Fields of Gold [Jesse/GN!Reader]

Jesse is home on leave, and he has a special surprise planned for you. Inspired by an absolutely beautiful piece of Jesse art by cobaltbeam

Drabble/One Shot: Shadows of Ryloth [Keeli/Unnamed Fem!OC]

As the end nears, Master Di reflects and confronts his Captain about secrets poorly kept [Trying to fix my writer’s block with a little one-shot/drabble AU if Master Di had a padawan and she and the prettiest clone fell in love. SFW and NO MASTER/PADAWAN. Just 700+ words of angst.]

AND COMING SOON… [More details on the way!]

Series: TBD [Jesse/OFC!Reader]

Series: TBD [Rex/Reader]