#no i not doing the clone armor yet im not ready

[proxie-of-the-art]

Rex  o///o

#captain rex #star wars #star wars clone wars #commander rex #tcw #the bad batch #FINALLY IVE DRAWN HIM #nowwww i will do the other clones and SOON #soon i will draw boba <3 #no i not doing the clone armor yet im not ready #proxies #my art

[fanfic-cave]

Injured Pt 1.

Rating: SFW/PG-13

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Subtle hint to Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC

Warnings: Shootout/skirmish, swearing, I might hurt your favorite TBB character dont kill me yet

Summary: You commissioned the bad batch to take you to Dantooine for your own personal mission in search of a Jedi temple. How will this ex-Jedi war veteran trying to hide from the Empire help the rogue clones when they inevitable get caught up in the fight? And who will get hurt?

Authors note: I had this fun idea of writing an action piece with TBB, and I've had some more fun ideas with a Jedi OC getting caught up in their shenanigans. My first draft was kinda long winded, so i'm making this a 2 parter. If this gets well received enough to make me feel more confident in my writing (like 20-30 likes or smthing) ill post part 2 :)

ALSO im a big KOTOR fan so there's the tiniest tiniest hint to that ("jedi temple" and "Bol") with being on Dantooine.

Okay now for real, enjoy!

edit: thanks for the notes! link to pt 2 here

Your speeder zoomed by quickly, passing some local Bol ranchers. Dantooine was full of them, and farms too. The rural planet was actually quite peaceful, that was, until the empire arrived. Now that they were governing over citizens, they began cracking down and enforcing strict trade and farming laws. You interacted with some of the locals, and despite the clone wars being over they didn’t seem to have much love for the new Empire.

The Bad Batch had come to make a supply run, trade for food and fuel on the very small landing station, and also to escort you to Dantooine per your request (you had paid them too). Instead of paying with credits for their supplies, they had to do some “manual labor”, helping the local farmers. Based on how quiet they had been on your comm link, you thought they had been quite busy. You had your own objective here though, one you had just completed. Now you needed to leave.

You got closer to the station, and saw a high count of imperial troopers. You swore under your breath, and suddenly you felt like the items in your pack weighed more, or would suddenly burst into flames. Kyber crystals don’t catch fire, you told yourself. I think.

You pressed your comms and began to speak “I’m en route to the ship, and we’ve got imperials at the station, I hope you’re ready to take off.”

Silence.

“Kriff!” You said aloud. You slowed the speeder to a stop. The strange group of rogue clones were known for finding trouble. You had really hoped they wouldn’t find any while traveling with you.

“Tech, Echo, Hunter? Does anybody copy?”

You heard explosions in the distance.

Kriffing idiots! You shook your head in frustration and put a hand around your vibroblade holstered at your hip. It didn’t take the force to know they were behind this.

“You’re about to have some more company” you heard Hunter over the comms, blaster fire in the background.

“What the hell did you do??”

“Get to the ship, we need to make a fast exit, with or without you.”

More profanities went through your head. You engaged the speeder, faster than you were going earlier. You could hear blaster fire. You had been making a beeline to the ship, prepared to avoid the troopers, but something tugged at your mind.

They’re in trouble. You were a very intuitive person, partially because of your training as a Jedi, and also because that was just in your nature. You thought for a moment, contemplating what action to take.

Trust your gut.

You swerved and headed straight for the fighting. You slipped your mask on, and pulled up your hood. You saw some troopers marching towards the fighting, blasters in hand. They hadn’t noticed you were heading straight for them.

Glad I came to save your asses. You thought. Well, you needed them to pilot, so you were saving your ass too. One trooper turned, and pointed at you. The others started to notice too.

You set the speeder to continue forward without needing your foot on the accelerator, and balanced your feet on the seat. It kept accelerating in speed, heading straight to the center of the 10 or so troopers. Just before their blasters fired, you leaped off the bike gracefully, launching yourself high in the air. The speeder crashed into one trooper, and spun into another 3.

You landed with no problem, and prepared for action. You dodged several blaster shots, and pulled out your vibroblade. You dashed toward a trooper to the left, and cleanly sliced at a weak point in the armor. He clutched his side, and fell to the ground. One came behind you, grabbing your elbow. You shoved your elbow into his face, and heard a crack. He staggered back, and you ducked to avoid another blaster shot, getting a quick slash into the trooper you had just elbowed with a flick of your wrist.

You jumped and did a backflip, effectively avoiding another wave of blaster fire. On your way down, you stabbed another trooper in the side, and grabbed him, using him as a human shield to block more oncoming shots. You sheathed the sword, grabbed his hand holding the blaster, and shot towards an oncoming trooper. He fell down, and you fired at the remaining two who charged, and they were quickly out of the fight. You released the trooper you used as a meat shield. The entire group was now down and injured, not able to fight.

You dropped the blaster and started to run towards the main fight, but then you halted as a thought occurred to you. You crouched down to a fallen command trooper and took his comm links. This might come in handy. You continued forward, shoving the unit in your pack. You resumed your dash towards the source of the previous explosions. You first saw Crosshair, providing cover fire while taking cover himself behind a transport.

“The cavalry’s here” you said on your com link. Next you saw Tech, using two blaster pistols. He was close to Wrecker, who was throwing barrels at a group of troopers. You think they were filled with grain. Hunter and Echo were circling the troopers, trying to get a good flank while Wrecker was effectively distracting them. Hunter spotted you and spoke through comms “What are you doing? Get to the ship!”

You ignored him, and pulled out the blade again. You managed to ambush some troopers and sliced through them easily, taking down 3 in less than a minute. “You should thank me, I just took care of the reinforcements heading this way.”

You saw a knife hit the chest of a storm trooper you were just about to stab through the shoulder. Hunter emerged from behind you and retrieved his knife from the now fallen trooper. Show off, you thought.

“Why didn’t you go to the ship?” Hunter demanded.

“I had a feeling you guys could use the help.” You replied.

He looked at you for a moment after you said this, and with his helmet on you couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking. You thought he might be shocked at what you said. You noticed a trooper approaching you two, lining up a shot on Hunter. You quickly grabbed a stray blaster from a fallen trooper and shot him down. Hunter was quick too; within a second of your shot, he shot another trooper not too far away. He looked back to you, and gave a quick nod in thanks.

“What did you guys do to attract the Empire?” You asked suspiciously.

“Well to put it simply, we severely disabled a facility belonging to the Empire as a form of payment. They appear to be quite agitated with us.” Tech replied through comms.

You ducked to avoid another blaster shot, Echo returned the shot and the trooper fell. “Gee, you think so?” You spoke sarcastically.

“We need to retreat and get back to the ship.” Echo spoke, taking cover a few feet away.

“Where’s Omega?” You interjected. You looked around for her, still not seeing her. “Back on the ship, the mission was too dangerous for her to come.” Hunter replied.

You sighed as blaster shots continued to go off in the background. “What's the plan?” You heard Crosshair speak through comms. He sounded annoyed, but he almost always sounded annoyed to you, amongst other things.

Hunter thought for a moment, and then he addressed the group. “Alright, Crosshair, you’ll provide cover fire while we retreat. We’ll need some more noise too-”

“I’ve got something that can help with that.” You interrupted. “Give me some cover.” You raised up the blaster you had grabbed, then ran over to Tech, firing shots as you went. Hunter and Echo emerged from their cover to fire at the troopers nearby you. Once you arrived you ducked down behind cover and threw the stolen comm link to Tech.

He caught it with both hands. “An imperial com unit?” Tech looked at it curiously, then shifted his eyes to you. “I thought you might be able to use it. Think you can cause some mayhem with it?” You asked curiously. Tech inspected it for a quick moment. “Oh yes, this should work.”

“Alright. Wrecker, Sera, keep the troopers off Tech. Echo and I will try to keep them on us. When Tech gives the signal, we move.” Everyone got their weapons ready, Echo nodded. “No problem!” Wrecker said enthusiastically and gave a thumbs. You also nodded as confirmation that you were ready.

Echo started firing at troopers, Hunter pulled out his knife and began alternating between slashing through troopers and shooting with his blaster. Wrecker was closer to you and actually picked up a trooper and threw him. You provided some cover fire and stayed close to Tech. He was fiddling with the unit.

“How much longer?” You asked after a minute passed. “Almost…” Tech said. You felt a sudden sense of urgency, and lifted your head up, searching around. “Somethings not right-”

Hunter leapt out of cover and ran over to Wrecker, who was laughing and enthusiastically throwing some heavy boxes at the troopers. “Wrecker, get down!”

You heard shots fire, and they were different. Wherever it made contact, there was a small explosion. This was some heavy fire power. The blasts made a sweeping arc. It fired towards Crosshair, who had to roll out of the way. You and Tech ducked as a shot came your way. You were knocked back a few feet from the closeness of the explosion. You lifted your head up and saw Echo was okay, and then you looked for Wrecker and Hunter.

Wrecker managed to avoid getting hit, he was to the right lying on the ground behind cover. Hunter wasn’t as lucky though. It looked like he took some blaster fire, and fell to the ground on his back. He was holding his side, and you saw blood on his hands.

#tbb #the bad batch #star wars #tcw #the clone wars #Echo #Hunter #Crosshair #Wrecker #Tech #Empire #Dantooine #Action #Fanfic #hunter x reader #bad batch x reader #Jedi #Ex Jedi

[din-djarins-riduur]

The Book of Boba Fett | Thoughts Part IV

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I loved this episode ! I had a feeling we were gonna see how Boba met Fennec and got his ship back. They were the last parts of his story and I was so happy that my speculations were right ! A lot of my friends were hoping that was the end of the flashbacks but I knew we still needed one more for this.

Seeing more of Jabba’s palace was cool. And I loved seeing that droid from Return of the Jedi making soup lmao it was just great. And the Lep-Service droid was so FRICKING CUTE!! I loved the callback from the clone wars episode where that kind of droid ran with the Blue Shadow Virus bomb. And poor Boba trying to scare the hell out of the droid to remind it that he is in fact Boba Fett LMAO you could tell he was feeling his age in that moment.

Not sure how I feel about the Slave-1 ship model being called Firespray but it’s whatever. It they only ever mention it that way that one time then it’s fine. But ugh I’ll be honest I would hate to fly that thing. It looks so trippy and I definitely wouldn’t like going from standing up to climbing onto my seat and sitting back down. I would be so scared to roll off the chair by accident before putting my seatbelt on ahaha 😭 ALSO BOBA IS A PSYCHO FOR PEAKING INTO THE SARLACC LIKE THAT. I felt so bad for Fennec LOL

Droid-gang kids were okay. It is what it is but it did add to Fennec getting fixed and that missing part so I’ll deal with it LOL idk wasn’t a fan with the music and definitely wasn’t a fan of the constant camera shots of that kid with the glowing goggles. It still feels bizarre and flashy for Tatooine and I still think they would look better on Coruscant BUT AGAIN WHATEVER LOL

One thing I wished we could have seen was maybe a small conversation at the campfire between Boba and Fennec about why the armor is so important to him. At least just a tiny mention of his father. The tribe talk was definitely a nudge at Boba finding value in family. Mandalorians value clans and Jango definitely instilled that with his relationship with Boba.

Overall, I loved this episode and i never doubted it’s potential. It sucks seeing all of the hate, but then again it’s nothing new to the fandom fortunately. Change takes getting used to.

ALSO hearing Din’s theme at the end gave me butterflies and made me so excited !! I really do love this show and appreciate the characters and story all on their own, it has a uniqueness to it that definitely separates it from The Mandalorian, but i can’t help my excitement. The Mandalorian and Din Djarin will always come first for me. AND I MISS HIM. I MISS MY GRUMPY YET POLITE MANDALORIAN HUSBAND. I hope he’s doing okay. I hope Boba and Fennec mention the child, at least ask Din how the kid is. And I REALLY hope we see him take off the helmet, not so we can see his face, but at least see him trying to let go of the cult upbringing and feel okay and safe to let others see him. Character development has to be gradual of course, so maybe he will only take it off with Boba and Fennec in the palace? Or maybe he’ll just be completely bold and walk up to the palace with the helmet held against his hip like Boba does?? IDK IM JUST READY TO SEE HIM.

#star wars #the book of boba fett #boba fett #fennec shand #temura morrison #ming na wen #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #grogu djarin #din djarin #Tatooine #mandalorians #Mandalore

[flatstarcarcosa]

they said love is grabbing blindly at a pit full of snakes

Summary: Three months ago, Slade died. Four days ago, be barged back into the house like a whirlwind, and for a moment all was right with the world. Reese has discovered strangers can wear familiar faces, and to top it off: There is another Slade greeting them over morning coffee and acting as if nothing is wrong.

How can there be two Slades, and what do either of them want?

(part one) (part two) (part three)

Ship: wilson&wilson Warnings: violence, swearing, slight depictions of gore? there’s a big fight is all im sayin. slade kicks his own ass, finally, his life long dream.  sidenote: i decided to structure this piece similar to the comic. there’s titles between switches scenes, and the timeline isn’t entirely linear. i think it’s still simple enough to follow, but it was a neat exercise.

------------------------ 'The Man in the Mirror'  At the Same Time

“You think you can let them run away and everything will be fine?” Slade asks himself, sneering under his helmet. “For the record, I'm not actually here for Reese. They just happened to be a nice bonus.” 

“You talk too much to be me,” the other calls from his position behind the sofa. He's currently ripping the fabric on the bottom apart with his fingers, digging for the Glock hidden in the springs.  “We both love the sound of our own voice, you know that!”

 Slade scoffs, wrapping his hand around the comforting feeling of the gun. He doesn't bother to check it, there's no need: he knows it's hot.  He manages to get two shots off before he has to duck again. One goes wide and ricochets off the far living room wall, and he manages to think that at least it's finally a good excuse to remodel the fucking room as he pops off the second. It hits his double in the chest, and bounces almost harmlessly off his armor. What the fuck is that? He thinks, followed by where the fuck can I get some?

“I'm surprised Joesph hasn't shown up yet,” says the Other. “You know he's always chronically trying to be a hero. It's a disappointment, honestly.” “Joe is never a disappointment,” says the Original. He winces even as he says it, realizing he's falling into his own psychological traps. His Other talks the same way he does, and he's not used to being on the receiving end of his own tricks. He reminds himself to stop being goaded into responding as he fires three more shots.  They're not calculated, and he's pleased when his alter takes the bait and gets distracted with lunging to the left to dodge. The brief seconds allows him to slip the gun into his waist band and grab the sword he has hanging over the fireplace. It's not one of his usual weapons, and it's definitely not his reliable promethium blade. But it's battle ready and it's sharp, and it's solid in his hands and that's all he needs.  He closes the distance between them in a single breath, and his alter barely has time to parry. He doesn't have the time to get his own blade up, and instead uses his forearm to protect his neck.  “You know this won't end quickly,” says his alter. He grins behind the helmet, the gesture translating to his body language enough that Slade can't think of a time he's ever felt more disgusted with himself. “This doesn't have a happy ending. We don't get happy endings!”  “Shut up,” says Slade.  “You had a chance,” his alter continues. “And you've done nothing but piss on it, you just got lucky enough to trip into someone that's willing to believe it's rain.”

Despite telling himself not to be goaded, his temper gets the better of him. He shoves his body weight against the other man, knocking them both off balance as he reaches for the Glock. His double hits the ground first, and rolls back to his feet. Slade kicks the sword out of his hand, bringing the gun up and hoping like hell that from this close, it will do something against the helmet. He fires the last four rounds as quick as possible before putting space between the two of them again.  Inside the helmet, his double lets out a strangled growl. The bullets barely scratched the paint, but the force of the impact is enough to make his teeth rattle and his ears ring.  Slade turns on his heels, bounding up the stairs and making for his office. His double shakes his head, collecting his sword and giving chase.  “Pointless,” he hisses. ---------------

'The Cavalry',  Somewhere in Vermont

Wintergreen has several missed call notifications lighting up his phone screen, all of them from Reese. He furrows his brows as he opens his mailbox, holding the phone to his ear. He listens to them each in turn, growing more concerned as he does until he's almost running to his car as he dials Joey.

“Yeah, I know,” says Joey's electronically filtered voice. “I'm on my way now.”  “No,” says Bill, “I don't think you do know.”  “Dad has an evil clone, it tried to kill Rose and tore up half of New York,” says Joey monotonously.  “The clone, or whatever this is, ended up in Vermont. He's with Reese,” says Bill. Joey falls silent.  “Gotta go,” he says, terminating the call before Bill can say anything else. Bill swears as he turns the engine on.  “Wilson Family Problems, am I right?” he mutters to himself. ----------------

 'Ground Zero' Vermont Safehouse 

Unable to stop his own momentum, Slade instead focuses on his landing as he crashes through the wooden railing and slams into the dining room table below. Something in his rib cage snaps audibly. He hisses, rolling to his his feet as his armored double lands firmly on the splinters. 

“Why do you fight?!” he yells.  “The same reasons you do, I'll bet,” he answers.  “You will not win.” His double raises his sword. Slade grins at himself as he backs towards where the fighting began. The back door to the kitchen swings open as he does.  “I wasn't trying to,” he says, “I was buying time. Knowing when someone isn't going to listen to you comes in handy, occasionally.”  “Slade!” Reese yells. In their arms they hold his gear from his old armor, the sword made of Nth metal being the most important.  “Pointless,” his double says again. Reese throws the sword, and it is in that moment that time stops proceeding correctly. Slade reaches out with one hand and catches it firm as his double closes in and raises his gun. The two of them slam into each other, Slade running the alter through the abdomen with his sword arm and pushing the gun out of the way with the other.  He does not hear it go off.  He does hear the other man begin to laugh.  Suddenly, Reese gasps a watery, gurgling noise that seems impossibly loud in the sudden silence that's befallen the house. Slade's hold on his double loosens just slightly, and the other grins wildly.  Reese hits the floor with a soft thud.  “This seems familiar, huh?” he asks, almost jovially. “Looks like you gotta choose again. Finish me off, Reese dies. Save them, I get what I want and then I kill you both anyway. Time's a tickin' boy, better make your bets.”  “No,” Slade breathes, and for a moment it is not Reese lying on the floor bleeding out, it's Joesph. The images flash back and forth like some fucked up highlight reel: Joey, Reese, Joey, Reese. Somewhere in the back of his mind Adeline's voice chanting 'you killed my son' changes into Reese. 'You killed me, just like we always knew you would.' It happens too fast and too slow all at once. Slade looks over at himself, at the older and more scarred copy that seems to be reveling in the situation like a mad dog with a bone. “No,” he repeats. “Not again.” Slade lets go, turning his back to lunge for Reese. He's not quick enough, and his copy's blade thrusts upwards and outwards. His Ikon suit will stop it, the weapon unable to penetrate the gravity sheath's force field. Except he's not wearing the Ikon suit, is he? He's wearing a normal pair of hospital scrubs, and he is once again as he was just a short time ago: unarmed, and unarmored.  The blade plunges through his back, and his double's foot kicks him down as he pulls the sword back out. Slade hits the floor with a loud grunt. His abdomen is on fire as his blood begins splattering the floor.  He staggers to his knees, all but crawling across the tile. “I won't fail again,” he says hoarsely. His vision is still flashing between two of the things he's ever loved more than life itself: his son, and his soul mate.  He already failed his son, he can't fail Reese as well.  He promised himself too many times he would die before he did. “You still don't get it,” his alter growls. He plants a foot on either side of Slade's back, reaching down and grabbing him by the hair. “This is what you do. This is all you ever do, all you ever will do.”  “No,” Slade whispers. His double slams his face into the floor. One, twice, more. His vision begins to blur; from tears, from trauma. “Pathetic.” His double drops him, moving over to where Reese has landed in front of the cupboards. They hold their hands to their stomach, gasping. There's blood in their mouth, and they're fairly certain Slade's evil twin was using hollow points. They know enough to know neither of those things indicate a good prognosis. They are not going to be conscious long. The other Slade comes to a stop and kneels down in front of them. A quiet hissing fills the air as he removes his helmet, setting it on the floor and reaching out to brush his thumb against the side of their cheek.  “You know when you said how my you died, it was similar to Joey?” he asks softly. Reese blinks, confusedly. “It's because I was lying.”  “...w-what?” they manage to choke out.  “I realized something the day I drowned Rose,” he says, casually, “I cannot be two men at once. I cannot love a family, and love my work. I don't get both. I had to choose, so I chose. I knew that I loved you too much to continue living like I had been.”  He leans in and rests his forehead against theirs.  “Do you know what you're supposed to do with the things you love?”  “No...”  “You set them free”, he whispers. His blade slices into them, and Reese screams at a pitch they did not know they could reach. The last thing they are aware of is the feeling of his lips on their cheek, and the sight of their Slade sprawled a few feet away, drowning in a pool of his own blood. Neither Reese nor Slade are conscious the moment Joey busts through the side of the house. He tackles his not-father to the floor before using his overwhelming telepathy, fueled by the 'gift' bestowed by Lex Luthor, to encase the man in a bubble and float him out of the house. Joey takes to the skies, raising them both higher and higher until the very Earth falls away beneath them.  “It's time for a talk, pop,” he says. His voice echoes in the other Slade's ears loud enough to hurt.

#self shipping #reese.fic #ship: wilson & wilson at large #the trouble with doubles

[eledritch]

Ok but Keith coming back from the abyss finally ready to man up and admit to Shiro how he feels and he does... except it’s Kuron. They don’t have much time to figure things out before Kuron goes crazy. And then they have the real Shiro back and Keith is avoiding him because he’s worried Shiro doesn’t actually feel the same and it was just Haggar/Kuron manipulating him somehow and Shiro has to pin him down and convince him he really does love him bc THESE BOYS DESERVE TO BE HAPPY

ANON….im sorry this took so long but i saved this precious ask bc i knew i had to write it. pls accept this ANGST & FLUFF MESS bc i think about this a lot too

Keith can’t meet his eyes.

He doesn’t know how much Shiro remembers. He can’t bring himself to ask. Shiro once told him he was brave, one of the bravest people he had ever met, and Keith hates to let him down. But he can’t help but be a coward in this. 

Because the alternative is that he loses Shiro. Again. Again, again, again. And Keith would rather have him like this, all troubled glances and long silences, than not at all. 

He’d used up all his bravery on the clone. In hindsight, he feels like a fool for not realizing sooner. Maybe he just didn’t want to let himself see the truth, because Shiro saying, Keith, I feel the same way, was like finally coming home.

And when the time came, Keith was blind to his betrayal, blinded by the guileless happiness of resolution and requital he had never expected to have. 

I died, Keith.

It was never Shiro telling him what he wanted to hear. Of course not. No, while Keith was drunk off the flashes of future blissful domesticity between them that he’d sworn he’d seen in the Abyss, holding the clone close and telling him he would save him over and over again, he’d failed to save the real Shiro. The real Shiro was trapped within the Black Lion’s fathomless consciousness, alone, dead.

How could Shiro ever forgive him for that? Keith can’t.

So they orbit each other in the cockpit of the Black Lion like two neutron stars, dragging ever closer yet never quite meeting in the middle, because when they do, that will be the end of it.

When Shiro’s hand falls upon his shoulder after a training exercise, after Krolia has gone back to her quarters and left them in crushing silence, Keith jumps as if electrocuted.

Shiro’s hand moves away. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

Keith doesn’t look at him; he knows what he’ll see. Shiro stares at him like he’s a cornered animal, something pitiful and helpless. Maybe he is. 

“It’s fine,” Keith says. His fingers itch to switch the Lion to autopilot, but something stops him. He sees Shiro’s reflection, only for a moment, in the glassy surface of the screens, and his eyes are sad. He’s tired, and worried, and the circles under his eyes are dark and worn. Keith’s heart clenches, and he slowly turns, and looks up at him. “Shiro?”

Shiro blinks, and sighs. “Keith,” he says, and his voice sounds like it did on the planet where Keith ran to him, jumped across a ravine to him, piloted the Black Lion for him. It is a single, guttural sound, dragging upwards, aching of something Keith is terrified to give a name. 

“Have you been sleeping?” Keith asks, and immediately cringes at himself. He’s not Shiro’s mother, god. 

But Shiro shakes his head, and Keith has the very motherly urge to wrap him up in his arms and never let go when he says, “Sleep doesn’t come easy, and when it does...bad dreams.”

“Oh,” Keith says. “I...I’m sorry.” He licks his lips. “Do...do you want to talk about them, or...”

“Some of them are memories,” Shiro says, and Keith freezes. “And yes, I do want to talk about them. With you.”

“Are you sure,” Keith whispers, heart thudding and palms sweating. “We don’t have to talk about them, Shiro. We can just...”

His words trail off, hollow, hanging in the air between them like a waiting guillotine.

“Just what?” Shiro asks, a pleading note slipping into his voice. “Forget it?”

“Yes,” Keith says, weakly. “If that would be easier.”

“Easier,” Shiro repeats. “Keith, how would it be easier to forget that you love me when I love you just as much?”

Keith forgets how to breathe.

At his silence, Shiro looks away. “Okay,” he says, “so maybe not as much, anymore. That’s okay. If...if you can’t...after what I did...I understand.”

“I love you,” Keith whispers, and Shiro turns back, eyes wide. “But Shiro, that memory, that wasn’t...you don’t love me, the clone does. Did.”

Shiro’s eyebrows lift. “Are you seriously telling me that I don’t love you after I just said I did?”

“It wasn’t you,” Keith whispers, hunching his shoulders. “If you’re remembering, then I don’t want...I don’t want you to feel like you have to feel what he felt, or say what he said...”

Shiro opens his mouth, then closes it. He takes a step closer. “Oh, Keith,” he says. “I’ve loved you since the day I left for Kerberos.”

Keith stands. They’re almost eye to eye, now. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” he warns, begs, both. 

“I mean it,” Shiro says, and cups Keith’s face in his warm, trembling palm. “I loved you then and I loved you every day since then. Every moment on the astral plane, I loved you. And I think that was what kept me going, Keith. It was you. I could have faded away, I could have let go, but I didn’t, because I loved you so much it hurt. So much it terrified me.” His thumb strokes across the healed scar on Keith’s cheek. “Terrifies me, still.”

Keith reaches out, grasping clumsily, finding purchase in the gaps of Shiro’s armor and tugging him closer, as close as he can get him. “I let go,” he breathes, “because I love you so much it hurts.”

“I know,” Shiro says. “I was waiting to catch you.”

#Anonymous #sheith #voltron #voltron fic #my fics #ask me things #flashedarrow

[chubby-dragon13]

The Problem With Chairs

im not dead!!! Just really freaking slow. Anyway heres a small sequel to my story “A Weighty Meal” in which Cody gets back to his office and things are tighter then he remembers. Good thing Waxer and Boil are there to help him out. 

Cody/Waxer/Boil.

Cody walked, waddled, into his office trying his hardest not to wheeze from his walk through the Negotiator. His legs hadn’t hurt this much or panted this hard since his physical conditioning on Kamino. He was not used to having so much extra weight on him. Part of him wondered if this is how Rex felt when he told him he had to carry that astromech. Instead of a astromech Cody was carrying a large hefty belly that seemed to wobble in front of him every time he moved. Also unlike the astromech Cody couldn’t just take it off, it would take him ages to get back to his normal size, if it was even possible to do so. He didn’t even want to think of that process at the moment. He rubbed his face then looked down at his desk, the holopads and filmsi were still neatly organized the way he left them before the whole ordeal had began. He had dreaded doing them before but they seemed like his saving grace for a distraction right now.

Moving around the desk, he picked up his holopad and began to look it over to get his head on track with work. He grabbed one of the armrests of his chair and lowered himself to sit. Cody paused when his, now more significant, behind squeezed thoroughly between the armrests. A wave of embarrassment came over him as he pushed himself down into his chair until he was properly sitting. His hips consumed the seat and poured over the sides while his sides enveloped the armrests and belly pushed into the desk. Cody felt uncomfortable in the inadequately sized chair. He sighed, well he guessed he’d have to get a new chair at least he had a stiff couch to sit on. He put his hands on the desk to push himself up but as he was lifting he felt his hips and sides squeeze the armrests. He huffed and pulled harder but they did not pass the armrests at all. For the next couple minutes Cody struggled to get his hips and butt out of the chair before getting exhausted and giving up. He was stuck. Cody, Marshal Commander of the 212th, was stuck in his office chair. He placed his hands on his face and groaned. This was a whole new level of embarrassment and a new situation for him. Maybe he could comm General Kenobi, asking him would probably be the least humiliating person to ask considering he was in the same size predicament. As he reached for his comm there was a knock at his door. Dread filled his entire being.

“Commander? Can we come in, Sir?” Kriff, Of course it had to be his brothers! He had lucked out at avoiding them getting to his office but now he had no where to go and he was stuck in his chair! They knocked again. Cody was very tempted not to answer but it could be and actual issue and they were going to see him eventually but he really didn’t want to. He sighed deeply, sometimes he really hated his job. He fixed his gifted grey mock officer clothes as best as he could.

“Come in.” He visibly cringed as the door slid open to revel Waxer and Boil in their half armor half blacks. Boil stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Cody but Waxer was to busy rambling off his holo to notice his enlarged commander.

“Sir, it seems that reconstruction of the mess hall and barracks is ahead of schedule and- Ow! Boil! What was that for?” Boil had elbowed Waxer to get his attention and looked at Cody. Waxer furred his brows and turned to look in the same direction. He choked on air as he looked at his large commanding officer.

“Commander? Vod? What happened to you? How did you get so-so….big?” Waxer asked. The two of them approached Cody with bewildered looks. He wasn’t this fat this morning or ever for that matter. Cody blushed as they walked around the desk until they flanked him then began to examen his new bulbous form.

“I think there are better questions to ask. Like who are you and why did you eat our Vod?” Boil said bluntly and poked Cody’s belly. Cody glared daggers at him.

“Boil! Thats so rude!” Waxer reached around Cody and punched his shoulder.

“You know I can court martial you right?”  Boil rubbed his shoulder and raised his hands in surrender.

“Geez, Im sorry. Seriously though, what happened? Your as big as a Hutt.” Again Waxer punched his other shoulder. Cody sighed and rubbed his forehead. He couldn’t think of a logical explanation for what happened other then the truth which was difficult to explain. How would you explain that you and your General went out to lunch and the lunch had something in it that made us incredibly obese? He would probably have an easier time telling them that this was part of a convoluted separatist plan.

“A very unexpected situation thats difficult to explain right now.” The both of them looked at him with skepticism but didn’t push it for now.

“Well, I suppose in the mean time your going to be off the field then?” Waxer asked as delicately as he could.

“Waxer, I think its pretty obvious. I’ll probably be confined to office work until I’m able so solve this issue.” Cody blushed and put his hands on his belly. Waxer felt a bit embarrassed for asking and Boil chuckling didn’t help so he looked back at his holo.

“Sorry, Sir. Ahem, like I was saying reconstruction is ahead of schedule and the current barracks are awaiting your inspection. Err, but if you can’t right now we’ll tell the men your busy at the moment.” Cody internally groaned. He couldn’t delay his duties even though he really wanted too.

“I’ll go. They’ll have to know about my condition sometime, might as well be now.” Cody stood up and a second later Waxer was blushing while holding back a laugh and Boil was just laughing out loud. Cody nearly face palmed completely forgetting about the chair that was now pointing to the wall.

“Ha ha ha! Talk about being big bottomed!” Cody was going to burn a hole though Boil’s head with the intensity of his glare at this point.

“Im seriously going to court martial you.” Boil covered his mouth with his hand but kept laughing. Waxer was trying hard not to stare at his commanding officers large, bulging problem.

“Uh, umm, S-sir do you need help with that.” He gestured to the obvious and Cody dipped his head in defeat and embarrassment.

“Yes, I need help. I’ve been stuck for awhile but haven’t been able to get out.” He said. Boil was finally catching his breath from his laughing fit.

“Well you should probably move over here in the middle of the room so we can have space to pull.” Waxer agreed. Cody awkwardly waddled with the chair stuck to his enormous rear. The two watched almost hypnotized  at Cody’s wobbling body. It was so odd to watch him go to the middle of the room he just looked so squeezable and soft. They shook their head to clear those thoughts out of their heads and went to the center as well. Waxer stood in front of Cody and Boil in the back with the chair.

“Ok, Boil you pull on the chair. Cody give me your arms so I can pull.” They nodded. Boil took the base of the chair and Cody stretched out his arms to Waxer.

“On the count of three we pull. Ready? One,two,three!” The two thinner clones pulled with all their strength. Cody felt like he was in a tug of war, being pulled back and forth. For about a minute they pulled until the base of the chair that Boil was pulling popped off and sent him flying back onto the couch. The loss of opposing force sent Waxer backwards into the wall…with Cody following suit. Waxer had now become a red faced pancake on the wall with Cody’s blubbery figure pressing on him. Unable to help himself or the situation he let his hands rest on Cody’s love handles. Cody was out of breath from the exertion of trying to pull himself free. He let himself catch his breath for a moment until he felt hands on his sides. His head popped up to look at Waxer being squished under his bulk.

“Waxer! Vod! I’m sorry! Are you ok?” Waxer nodded and tried to compose himself. That was way more pleasurable then Waxer would have expected but he wasn’t going to say that out loud, at least in front of Cody. Boil watched the scene unfold from the other side of the room. Waxers body, aside from his hands, feet and head, was completely smothered underneath Cody’s bloated body. He was concerned for Waxer at first, until he saw the sneak put his hands on Cody’s sides and start to grope a little. He wasn’t jealous, not even a little, of the fact that Waxer got to feel up their very plush commander. Nope, he wasn’t going to admit that. Instead he was gonna get up and glare at this stupid base that nearly hit him in the kriffing face. He tossed said base to the side aggressively then turned back to the others.

“Welp. Now what? That chair is really stuck. By the way, how in all the Corillian hells did you even get your big bubble butt in that thing?” Cody blushed and Waxer gave him the ‘really’ look.

“Now we try again except this time we will get better holds. With his permission, you grab the seat and I’ll grab Cody’s body.” They looked at Cody. He nodded and turned to Waxer. Waxer stepped in front of Cody, the both of them turning a bit red when Cody’s soft belly pushed into Waxers abs. The reddening deepened when Waxer wrapped around Cody’s round build and his hands couldn’t meet. Boil on the other hand was at a loss of where to grab. Cody’s butt was literally covering the entire chair. Anywhere Boil wanted to grab the seat Cody’s substantial rear was there. He finally just gulped down his awkwardness and grabbed the edges, his fingers being smushed by blubber. Cody held back a yelp when Boil pushed his fingers under his posterior. It was so embarrassing and humiliating that this was happening. Never in a million years did Cody think that this was going to be a scenario in his life yet here he was, one brother fully pressed against his torso the other pushing his rump  so he could get a grip on a chair that his fat ass had gotten stuck in. He was never going to live this down and Force, Stars or any deity out there help him if the 501st ever caught wind of this. Waxer squeezing him  through off this thoughts. Even though this was a mortifying situation, it was kind of nice to have Waxer hold him. He wrapped his arms around Waxer to secure himself.

“Alright, lets try this again. Ready? One,two,three!” The tug of war began once again between Cody with Waxer and Boil with the chair. Cody tried move his hips forward to get more pull but only managed to pulled Boil and the chair closer. It seemed like forever had passed before they stopped to catch their breath. Waxer pulled away from Cody but left his hands lingering on his belly while Boil sat on the couch.

“Ok,ok, there has to be something we’re doing wrong.” Waxer panted.

“Or Cody’s shebs are too big. I say we either get some fraking oil or soap, some kind of lubricant, or we get one of  the engineers to cut him out.” Boil huffed out as he flopped on the couch ready to give up. Cody was wedged in there tight, it didn’t seem possible for him and Waxer to pull him out. The creeping sense of dread filled Cody once more at the thought of having to grease him up like a fattened animal or the thought of having the engineers come in with their later cutters to get the chair off. Waxer looked over Cody’d problem area once more. The armrest were wedged between his hip and love handle making his behind push out the gap between the rest and seat causing the problem.

“Alright Boil, lets try one more time. This time you squeeze the sides of his rear in then pull the armrest then do the same to the other side. If this doesn’t work then will have to take up one of Boils suggestions, Sir.” Cody sighed but agreed. Boil got up off the couch and this time placed his hands on either side of Cody’s hips.

“Ready? One,two,three!” They pulled this time with actual progress. Boil pushed his cheek in while pulling on the chair and it slowly started to pass by the ample body part. Once he was half way with one side he started with the other. The armrests slowly sliding by but it was sliding by. They took a minute to breath before hopefully pulling off the dreadful furniture. Boil took the seat and pulled with all his strength and body weight when he flew into the couch with a chair in his hands. It took him a minute to realize the chair had come free and that Waxer and Cody were in basically the same position as last time. He was pressed flat against the wall with a face that suggested he was more then a little happy but trying badly to hide it. Throwing the cured chair aside Boil made his way to them. As he got to them right behind Cody, they moved. Cody backed up into Boil pushing him bit. Boil quickly grabbed him to balance both of them.

Waxer was trying so hard not to laugh at the scene before him. He didn’t think they realized what a compromising position they were in. Boil looked at him confused and gestured for him to look down. He seemed to have noticed now as his face deadpanned. Boil currently had their commanders large shebs backed up on his hips, and cod piece, and his hands were filled with the grey material that covered them. Cody had that same deadpan expression. Even though he couldn’t see it he could feel that he and Boil were in a VERY suggestive pose. Neither of them moved though, frozen by embarrassment and awkwardness. Waxer decided to just make the situation even more risqué and placed his hands over Boil’s, successfully pressing himself against Cody’s distended middle and head resting on his plush shoulder. Cody was now sandwiched in between them in a way that if someone walked in right now they would think they were having a threesome. Which he kind of assumed Waxer mildly wanted to have. It was a thought but not right now!

“I hope you boys are comfortable.” He finally broke the silence with.

“I am and I’m pretty sure Boil is too.” Waxer said nuzzling his head into Cody’s neck. He turned his head to see Boil as red faced as a sith’s saber. His hands though were betraying him as every so often they’d squeeze or grope.

“I hate to ruin your comfort but could we do this another time like when we know someone is not going to walk in on us and tell the entire GAR.” Waxer huffed but relented and let go with Boil following in suit.

“Alright, Sir, but I will hold you to that.” Waxer smiled cheekily and patted his commander’s belly. He then walked around to go to Boil who was holing the remains of the chair.

“Well, I guess this is scrapped. Cody, do me a favor and never sit in a chair that has armrests or is smaller then your shebs ever again.” Cody blushed at the remains and though he hated to admit it he might have to take Boil’s advice on that.

“Or do and call us again.” Waxer said with some tease in his voice.

“Keep it in your pants Waxer.” Boil nonchalantly told him which promptly got him hit again. Cody shook his head and laughed under his breath at their squabbling. He went over to the couch and plopped himself down, relishing the feeling of his thighs and backside being able to spread out comfortably without armrests in the way. He let his hands fall to where he had been constricted and felt the tender area with a wince. He was defiantly going to bruise there later.

“Are you ok?” Waxer asked. Cody hadn’t noticed they had finished bickering.

“Yeah I’m fine, just bruising a bit but nothing to worry about.” They both made a concerned face.

“If you want we could go tell the others that you’ll be doing inspection later and we’ll bring you some pain reliving salve.” He considered it. On one hand he would be putting off his duties on the other he still had no explanation for his current body state and his hips kinda hurt.

“That sounds good right now thank you Waxer.” He nodded and grabbed Boil by the arm to the door. Cody settled back in to the still stiff couch but it was still better then that chair. Outside in the hall Waxer was a bit ecstatic.

“Your a perv I swear and everyone thinks I’m the bad one.” Waxer rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a perv I’m going to help our commander relive some pain he was feeling in his hips. Also I wouldn’t be talking if I were you. You were in a way more racy position and you loved it.” Boil instantly shut up, dropped his head and turned red. Waxer chuckled at Boil’s embarrassment.

“Now come on. I’ll go get the salve you go tell the men. Also, see if you can’t gather up some contraband snacks and I’ll get a couple of spare rations. He’s probably a little hungry after all that  effort.” Waxer said with a wink. Boil smiled.

“I like the way you think.” He said as they took off down the halls to their respective tasks. Giving Cody the salve wasn’t the only thing he was going to get.

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