Trans Clone Week 2024 Day 2: Trans Commander / Intimacy
you know, bail and breha having not only a third spouse but six more adopted children DOES open up a lot of angst for the destruction of alderaan :3
Last Line Challenge
you guys are absolutely determined to see everything i’m working on, huh? i’m delighted!
tagged by @whiskygoldwings
“Kark you, I’m a delight,” Racer bellows after him.
“You’re a sister,” Fury calls over his shoulder. “That makes you annoying.”
“I’m a delicate flower of cotton candy, dipshit!”
Kix is not inclined to agree at the moment, but when she turns to him and huffs dramatically, hands on her hips, pout on her face - he just nods along like he’s on her side.
open tags on this one too!
Last line challenge
Rules: In a new post, show your latest line (artwork or written), and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)!
i was tagged by @mereelskirata and @adhd-coyote, who i’m totally reverse-tagging 👀
Jules pelts in like a rancor’s chasing him. He rushes over to Paz, hands on his buir’s knees as he hops up to bonk his forehead into Paz’s helmet, and then frowns and rubs his head when it turns out that that hurts.
He shrugs it off a moment later, and rushes to Fury, headbonking him too before charging out the door without a single word to either of them, or any inclination of what brought him there.
“He’s a weird kid,” Fury decides fondly.
“And he’s your weird kid now, too, dipshit,” Paz says, holding up his hand to show off the wedding ring.
“Forever,” Fury promises. He’s come to like the sound of that word.
open tags on this one!
Last line challenge
Rules: In a new post, show your latest line (artwork or written), and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like)!
I got tagged by @corrie-guard-things and @cookiemonsterv3 hi!!!
everything I’ve done since the last tag has been for an event fic so have this not-recent but dearly beloved bit from a Transformers/ROTTMNT crossover where Bee meets a duckling!
tagging @loverboy-havocboy @insertmeaningfulusername @whiskygoldwings @merlyn-bane @varpusvaras and anyone else who wants to do it!
“Vidal!” Fox’s hands frame his boy’s face, trembling against his skin as Fox kisses his forehead. He wants nothing more than to stay there, wrapped in relief, but there’s still so much to do. So many people to worry about. And he doesn’t see… “Where’s your brothers? Vidal, where’s- where’s your brothers? Your sister? Your buire?”
Vidal sways slightly where he stands, his hands limp at his sides, unable to meet Fox’s gaze.
“I don’t know,” he whispers. “I don’t know. I was offworld, I didn’t even know anything happened until traffic control sent me here.”
Fox so very much wants to be strong, but when his son breaks down weeping, there’s nothing he can do to keep himself from the same.
i bring you Snippet
Carno has no inclination to listen to a commanding officer, but then Kit turns to look at him, and Carno can read the please listen to him even beneath his bucket. So he sighs, and tilts his head to the side in acknowledgement, and Kit nods back at him.
colonelcaroldanvers asked:
bobadin time travel au? 👀
-sithfox (but this is my main lol)
oh hi!
that’s one of my more vaguely-thought-out AUs but it holds a place in my heart all the same.
TLDR Boba’s daddy issues get him to track down a Jedi artefact that allegedly travels through time. However, what it actually does is travel through universes. This is an established relationship AU so of course Din goes with him (this is in the interlude while Grogu’s with Luke and Din is having his Sad Dad Time).
They get put in a universe where Jango survived Geonosis, because it was Boba who died in that universe. Jango thinks someone’s fucking with him by using Boba’s name and comes in all hot, ready to rip their head off, and it’s deeply confusing for everyone involved (but worry not, everyone comes out of it in one piece).
I have… zero idea about most of what happens in the middle. But I do know that it ends with Jango leaving his universe to go back to theirs with them, cause he lost everything worth staying for when his little boy died. The version of Boba that’s still alive clearly needs a version of Jango that’s still alive. Jango gets to work through his feelings about seeing his son die (and hates every minute of it) and Boba gets to work through his feelings about seeing his dad die (and hates every minute of it).
have a lil snippet from Din’s POV
wait i just had this thought and had to share
“Is this…” Blue looks around, briefly speechless in the face of ‘found several dozen large frogs loose on the ship’. “Payback for something?”
Whisper glares at him.
“You have done nothing to deserve frogs.”
Seems a little harsh, but he’s not going to argue until they have all the frogs contained somewhere.
“Are they carnivorous or poisonous?” he asks instead, because he loves all his siblings, but he would only trust Ember to think about either of those things before letting the frogs loose.
Whisper turns to look at the nearest frog for a moment, then back to him, and grins.
“We might find out.”
Rating: Explicit
Categories: M/M
Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos
Additional Tags: Smut, Omega CC-1010 | Fox, Alpha Quinlan Vos, Alpha/Omega, turns out the pwp will indeed have plot, this is like 90 percent smut and 10 percent talking about fox’s issues, brief mention of corries being sexually assaulted in the past but all present events are consensual, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Omega Verse
Summary: With Kamino destroyed, the Corries no longer get heat suppressants, and Fox’s first heat hits him hard. The other commanders get Quinlan to help. The fact that they broke up six months ago has Fox feeling more than a little awkward, but there’s no hiding that he desperately wants to be in Quinlan’s arms again. Surely they can bang for a few days without ever talking about their feelings, right?
@whiskygoldwings this omega!Fox thing was supposed to be short, but in honour of passing 5,000 words…
“Oh,” Fox says mildly, surprised by the affection. “Hi.”
Somehow, they end up laying down together, Fox’s face tucked into Quinlan’s chest, his arm over Quinlan’s waist, their legs tangled together. Quinlan is humming some song that Fox doesn’t recognise. It’s strangely calming.
“Why are you here?”
The song stops abruptly.
“Because you needed me,” Quinlan says, like it’s the obvious answer. His thumb brushes over Fox’s cheek, and his mouth quirks in a way that Fox can’t put a name to, but seems sad. Quinlan’s gaze searches his for a moment, before Quinlan closes his eyes and presses their foreheads together. “I will always be here when you need me.”
Fox lets out a luxurious groan and buries his face farther into the pillow, his back arching up into Thorn's touch. One of his wings sweeps out, knocking everything from the bedside table onto the floor. He vaguely hopes that Thorn won't mind but can't put many brain cells into saying anything.
"I'm not going to do the other one if you hit me in the face," they threaten, their fingers lacing briefly with his.
"Mmm... I won't, I won't." He stretches out more, trying not to move too much of his upper body. His right wing is still in Thorn's hands, after all. Don't want to pull out the wrong feather.
Something tickles against the back of his neck and he snorts a little, tilting his head to look at Thorn, a soft smile curling across his face. One of his loose feathers is twirling between their fingers. He thinks it might be their favourite part of preening his wings. They've kept a few, he knows. Just like he's kept some of theirs.
He reaches over his shoulder, to the iridescent golden feather tied into his hair. It's soft against his fingertips. Nothing compared to the ones still attached to Thorn's wings, but he'd never try to pull one of those before they're ready to come loose.
Thorn hums under their breath.
"I like that you kept that, you know," they say.
"I know. Why do you think I kept it?"
Thorn leans over to press a kiss to the back of his shoulder, and he shivers lightly. He still doesn't understand how their touch can be so comforting, but he's grateful for it every single day.
Fox sits up and stretches his wings behind him. Their tips brush against both walls, and he folds them again before he smacks around something else in Thorn’s room. Instead, he has something else in mind. Something much better than minor property damage.
“C'mere,” he murmurs, curling his fingers over the edge of the bed as he leans forward.
Thorn kneels over his thighs, cupping Fox’s face in their hands and kissing him deeply, their hips shifting up against his. There’s a low rumble in their throat, and Fox is so very, very weak for that… But he has just one thing to do first.
“Let me preen your wings first,” he murmurs against their mouth. He can feel when they smile, their lips soft against his own.
Rather than getting up to change position, Thorn sprawls over his lap, wrapping their arms around the pillow as one of their wings drapes across his stomach.
“Just hold still,” Fox murmurs. His fingers start slowly sifting through the layers of their golden feathers. Every time they allow him to do this, trust him to touch their most fragile feathers, there’s a thrill of appreciation in his chest.
And maybe, just maybe, more than a little desire. Having Thorn’s weight across his thighs isn’t exactly helping that part.
But he’s a marshal commander, so he’s got his shit together, and he can keep himself under control. He keeps his movements steady and methodical. Make sure that he touches every feather and guides them gently back into place. That he only ever touches Thorn with the gentle reverence they deserve.
“Doing okay?” he asks, once he’s finished. Thorn’s been quiet for several minutes and that’s a rarity, even in moments like this.
There’s a long, drawn-out moan of contentment. Their eyes are closed and their breathing easy. If Fox didn’t know better, he’d say that they were halfway asleep. He smiles faintly and leans over to kiss the back of their neck, just below where their blond locks curl over their shoulder.
“Thorn?” he murmurs.
“Yeah, hon?”
“You awake?”
Thorn hums under their breath and shifts their weight slightly without saying anything more. That seems like a pretty solid answer, but Fox has an idea of how to turn the situation in his favour.
The corner of his mouth curls up in a grin as he leans over Thorn’s back to whisper in their ear, his stomach just barely brushing against their feathers.
“Thorn,” he breathes out, over the hickey he left on their neck, just last night. “I know an omega who’s very awake and very interested in bedding you.”
He doesn’t have time to say anything else, as suddenly, he’s not the only one awake and interested.
Both their wings need a little more grooming after that, but they’ve already well-demonstrated that they’re in good hands.
Fox lets out a luxurious groan and buries his face farther into the pillow, his back arching up into Thorn’s touch. One of his wings sweeps out, knocking everything from the bedside table onto the floor. He vaguely hopes that Thorn won’t mind but can’t put many brain cells into saying anything.
“I’m not going to do the other one if you hit me in the face,” they threaten, their fingers lacing briefly with his.
“Mmm… I won’t, I won’t.” He stretches out more, trying not to move too much of his upper body. His right wing is still in Thorn’s hands, after all. Don’t want to pull out the wrong feather.
Something tickles against the back of his neck and he snorts a little, tilting his head to look at Thorn, a soft smile curling across his face. One of his loose feathers is twirling between their fingers. He thinks it might be their favourite part of preening his wings. They’ve kept a few, he knows. Just like he’s kept some of theirs.
He reaches over his shoulder, to the iridescent golden feather tied into his hair. It’s soft against his fingertips. Nothing compared to the ones still attached to Thorn’s wings, but he’d never try to pull one of those before they’re ready to come loose.
Thorn hums under their breath.
“I like that you kept that, you know,” they say.
“I know. Why do you think I kept it?”
Thorn leans over to press a kiss to the back of his shoulder, and he shivers lightly. He still doesn’t understand how their touch can be so comforting, but he’s grateful for it every single day.
