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Track: ‘Unstoppable’ - Sia

Bly had never really argued with his general like this, but he supposed that came with falling in love with them. The second Rex had lit those lightsabers he had wheeled on Aayla and asked for her saber, which she had not exactly taken well.

“You’ll die!” She shouted as she watched Rex fly towards the Sith and surely a quick demise.

“General please! He's my little brother, I have to try!”

“I-” the twi'lek paused, her anger dissipating. Tears sprung to her eyes as the fighting lulled for a moment and time seemed to slow. “Bly, please, don’t leave me like this.”

Bly shook his head and quickly slid up close to her; always by her side. “I would never.”

Aayla took a deep breath. She watched as now Cody went flying towards his brother regardless of the danger, as Obi-wan no doubt had taught him. She could even just make out Plo Koon through the fighting, saber off and being offered to his commander.

The force was singing a battle cry, but it wasn’t meant for her. 

Bly let out a grunt as the saber hilt was basically punched against his chest. He went to take it and felt Aalya's other hand fall over his on the saber, it now being cradled between them on the precipice of something important.

A beat passed as their eyes met. Even with the helmet Bly knew Aayla could always truly see him. “I love you,” he told her, raw and quiet.

She gave him a small smile in return. “I know."

And as Bly took off towards Ahsoka's unofficial launch pad, watching Wolffe go howling through the air, he knew she loved him too.

I’ve backslided into Harry Potter again, and now I really want to write the fic where Vernon and Petunia actually try and do right raising their biracial magical nephew, but they still fucking hate magic.

Because just how much would’ve changed if he had a decent upbringing? How much would’ve changed if he had Vernon and Petunia on his side as loving adoptive parents rather than abusive assholes? Harry who grew up in a loving home. Harry who grew up with Dudley as a brother. Harry who spent weekends helping Petunia in the garden or being a happy kid. Harry who fights Voldemort and his Death Eaters not for prophecy, but because they took lives and they robbed his parents and his adoptive parents chances for reconciliation.

Because:

Petunia looks at the baby, reads the letter, rages and rages, and rages.

Petunia buries the Potters alone. But comes back days later to lay flowers only to find a fucking monument built for them. No-one came to bury them, but came to glorify them.

Petunia looks at Harry, who even at one, looks more like his father, but he has Lily’s eyes, and they look at her like an accusation. Petunia looks at Harry again and all she can feel is anger. Is rage. Is despair. Because she was robbed of magic at an early age. She was robbed of any limelight by Lily. And now, and now, she’s been robbed of Lily. Of any second chances with Lily because despite everything she loved Lily. And now she’s being asked to care for Lily’s son. Raise him until he can be sent off into battle too to die.

So she looks at Harry, with James tan skin and James messy hair, and Lily’s eyes, calling for his Appa and Amma, looks at this boy that’s been sent to her to fatten up before the slaughter and decides no.

Harry’s skin and hair and eyes will be his own. He will not be anybody’s goddamn saviour, nobody’s warrior, nobody’s soldier, and nobody’s second chance.

I’ve decided that starting a 50k+ fanfic at 3 in the morning when you have to wake up early is not a rookie mistake but in fact a time honored tradition of ao3 veterans

The forest around them is silent when the call is given. A sharp whistle of bird song that should be impossible for anyone with human vocal cords and the sudden whine of blaster fire as a dozen figures rise from the shadows and open fire.

None of them acknowledge the flash of red hair, darkened with dirt and muck, that dives past them. Darting through the last few trees before he leaps rolling as he lands metal already crunching beside him as his hand rises and even now after months of fighting Neild can’t compare it to anything. Not the way he moves or the way he fights, everything so very fluid and wrong besides the small figures he fights beside. All still growing into their bodies compared to the quick controlled dance the other always manages. 

A body falls with a blaster bolt perfectly centered on it’s forehead and the figure is already off again. Flashing steps, the shadows themselves seeming to rise around him and Neild is reminded of the old stories of their greatest warriors. Unstoppable hunters, fearless warriors. A blaster on his back in favor for the staff he’s taken too, a bloody dance that defends as many of them as he can while decimating those who threaten the young while Neild can only watch.

Metal creaks, shatters and the doors swing open with out a touch. Nothing but the sweeping pull of a hand and the groan of twisted metal as those of them that aren’t keeping watch dart forward to pull the children from the back of the truck Obi-wan has practically torn to pieces.

Obi-wan himself stands apart, a vibroblade clutched in one hand, staff and blaster hanging across his back and the air around him still and silent. If Neild looked closely he knows what he’d see. Eyes like the void of space, maybe even an extra pair and fangs sharper than anything he’s seen in the wild of his home.

Neild doesn’t look. None of them ever do.

The young know when something is just a little off, but they also know that it means nothing when everything they’ve ever known is wrong to begin with. They’ve heard what the elders had to say about the Jedi, and they know what happened to the first. Even if Obi seemed certain she’d live through it.

Whatever he is, whatever he may become Obi-wan is one of the young now.

Listen tho, someone at Kara's bank has GOT to know her identity. Like, can you imagine this poor customer service rep calling her up to say "Ms. Danvers my apologies but we've had to freeze your account for suspected fraudulent activity. Yes, someone charged your card at bakeries in four European countries AND at Noonan's within 15min of one another. Yes ma'am, this morning. You're sure? Those were definitely all your purchases? Uhm well okay. I'll go ahead and unfreeze that account for you right now. My, uh, apologies again for the inconvenience." And the whole time thinking aight there are like. Maybe 3 rational explanations for this, and superheros are at least two of them.

I’m always a slut for ‘Anakin decides not to murder children and it saves the galaxy’ AUs, but I’m also always a slut for ‘Anakin decides not to murder children and it doesn’t save the galaxy’ AUs, partially because I’m sure Palps had several contingencies in place for Anakin not falling, and partially because the concept of baby Luke and Leia being raised by their Mom, Dad, Uncle Obi and Aunt Soka while they run the Resistance kills me.

There are so many incredible directions it can go, but my personal favorites are:

Leia gets a lightsaber and becomes a terror of the galaxy, eventually killing Sidious through sheer bloody-minded stubbornness and no little amount of vigorous stabbing.

Luke and Anakin bond over piloting while Obi-Wan is sick in the back of the transport.

Obi-Wan and Padmé getting drunk and taking the piss out of Sidious. (“Have you— *hic* have you seen his hair?” “Atrocious.” “Fuck, and the robes.” “No sense of panache whatsoever. I was never so unstylish when I wore robes.” “Yes, you were very hot.” “What?” What.”)

Ahsoka, Leia, and Luke prank wars. Blue milk in the pillow is how it starts. Three imperial bases burning while R2 cackles in the background and Padmé and Obi-Wan yelling at them is how it ends.

R2 and Luke are Best Friends. R2 and Leia are Mortal Enemies. Anakin takes Luke’s side. Obi-Wan takes Leia’s. Ahsoka and 3PO form their own team. Padmé privately decides that she can’t be bothered and lets her family have their stupid feud while she establishes another rebel base.

Hondo Ohnaka frequently kidnaps Luke and Leia and tries to get them to join his crew. Leia scams him every single time in the hopes that it’ll get him to back off. It just makes him try harder.

Han Solo shows up when the twins are 16 and both of them get horrible crushes on him. Anakin hates him for it. He shows up again when the twins are 22 and gets a horrible crush on both of them. Luke thinks it’s kind of sweet. Leia is not impressed. Anakin still hates him.

Luke goes out on a routine supply trip and comes back two weeks later with a whole covert of Mandalorians, including one named Din to whom he is very attached. Anakin blames Obi-Wan for it (“It’s your genes. Your stupid, defective, mandalorian-attracting genes.” “Luke and I aren’t even related!!” “You did this.”)

Padmé ‘three outfits a day and no less’ Amidala, Leia ‘braids and floor-length bodycon dresses’ Skywalker, and Luke ‘Chanel boots’ Skywalker, are fashion icons. Anakin, who is almost always covered in grease stains, is consistently mistaken for their escort and/or servant.

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