#Galaxy Buds Live

[galacticarousel]

Hello everyone I'm 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭✨️ just been busy with the thing called life. Trying to get back into drawing! So here's a wip of my OCs Ophelia and Quill! ♡

[insightcracker]

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[dontmakemechooseanli]

Zayne is so hopelessly infatuated with you it is almost pathetic. He knows it but he will keep that secret to himself. 

Or at least that is what he is trying to do. But when he sees you breathlessly running down the steps- slightly off kilter in high heels breathtaking in a red dress, your lips slightly stained with the red wine that had splashed over the balcony moments before- it becomes hard to deny. It would be a lie to say that his heart didn’t skip a few beats to see you look at him for an excuse to leave- to see you so openly express that you would rather spend your rare day off in his presence than in your friends. 

Who can blame him for secreting you away to a quiet park he knew- sure his initial destination was a quick stop at a cafe before locking himself and his research in his office. He would be a stupid man to leave a pretty woman alone, especially when he had taken up the habit of calling you “his” when referring to you in his head (he had slipped up and called you his hunter in front of Greyson and Yvonne last Tuesday after your visit to the hospital and he had not gone one day without a teasing remark about it). He did not want to possess you, no, but in his mind there was no way to show just how ardent the feelings about and for you were.

He was so captured by you that he nearly died when your pure energy overshone even his want to spend a rare quiet afternoon with no interuptions. Like a puppy, you commented and pointed out every small creature you saw, told him about the witches that lived in the forest and how you wondered about them. Your energy encapsulated and ensnared him completely.

He would indulge every small fantasy of yours- so to walk through the forest with you, to listen to your happy giggles, to carry you across fencing and mud puddles- well that was easiest thing he had ever done.

So when you tease him- playfully pretending to flirt with him as a witch stuck in the forest trying to convince a human to free her from her prison?

Well- it was easy to be honest at that moment. To say what he meant. Hearing you say that you must be hard to love, hard to be around? Well, he had to nip that in the bud.

He needed your sunlight to guide him, to shine on him endlessly. He relied on it now-

In the quiet secret place away from the eyes he constantly felt on him he let himself feel. He was so helplessly infatuated with you.

So leaning in and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss he had dreamed of at some many points through out his life? The birds chirped, his heart raced and you smile.

He tastes sunshine and he's a man dependent on this sunshine girl for the rest of his days.

He's hopelessly infatuated with you: suddenly you and everyone else (in this galaxy and all the others) knowing isn't nearly as scary as it should be.

a/n: they kiss in secret fairytale and in my hc its their first kiss and you can't convince me otherwise. That man is besotted in the Jane Austen way- I can't help but pull out my overly flowery prose when I write about the sort of love I imagine Zayne has for MC.

[yurinaa-world]

Can I request an Part two of Argenti x fem Vash like reader and maybe x Boothill too? Like since Argenti met Vash reader what if they meet Boothill too? Like how he was trying to find Vash reader due to their bounty over their head and finally found them when Argenti gave them a gun to vash reader from the last interaction with Argenti and Vash reader, this can be the reason why Argenti and Boothill fought for each other about how they fight over who tried to capture Vash reader when the readers goal was saving many lives as possible and stoping their twin brother knives (knives is the very reason why Vash reader has a bounty over their head because knives made it convincing that Vash reader stole smithing sand murder others when it’s actually Knives that did that)

(It is said that Boothill met Argenti and caused some heat between the two so I assumed the two became enemies😭, you can ignore this if you’d like and also take your time and be sure to hydrate!!!)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Boothill & Argenti x Female reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader that like Vash

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: fluff, spelling mistakes,

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈: post

𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 "𝑀𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓍𝓎 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈"

The second he sees that bounty on your head, he wants you. He never missed a target, never! You ain’t nothing special either, pretty face with a high bounty. He doesn't mind any mouse and cat chase with you, you better hope you’re running fast.

He’s gotten you a couple of times but you're always escaping by matter of luck and mistakes. The galaxy rangers make fun of him, saying if he ever caught you he should try his luck on a lottery ticket.

You’re just pulling his boot but he’s got ya. You're distracted by that redhead knight, just don’t move and let his bullet go right through yer’ without any pain, quick and easy for everyone.

Until that dunce of a knight grabs you and pulls you away just at the right second. Now he’s just gotten himself some more work to do. You run along with that Prince Charming of yours holding him off, He doesn't get any time for this bull. 

He’ll take the loss this time but he’s gonna be on tail til’ you’re backed up in the corner with your tail between your legs.

That knight ain’t telling him nothin’ either, all that’s coming out from his mouth is flowery trash. Makes him wanna feed that knight some led

Till he found your little self in a bar with some angry men around you and they have a bone to pick with you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Come guys! Let’s talk things out first!”

Putting your hands up to surrender, while a group of men surrounds you—all of them are angry and you’re not getting out of here Scot free.

“How bout’ we sell her piece by piece?” One of the men brought up an idea that made everyone else laugh but made you shiver to your core. “That isn’t necessary!” “Yea, gentlemen, that ain’t necessary cuz’ she gonna be my catch.” 

Shots just started piercing through everything like a madman was given a machine gun. You just book it towards the behind-the-bar—glass shatters around you as you run— the adrenaline in your body doesn’t want you to stop.

“Move 'n I’ll shoot yer brains out too.”

You just completely stop the track, hearing his gun click he was going to shoot and there isn’t any way you're getting out of this either. The cold barrel of the gun against the back of your neck.

“Come on, let’s just talk this out of you—“You slowly turned your head, before he smashed you to the side, against the wall with a gun right between your eyebrows. “Yeah, talkin' it out like good ol buds, sorry but I gotta bounty to collect. It’s money, not ya”

“Haha….” You feel sweat dripping from your forehead, the gun being pressed more in between your eyebrows as if to prove a point. “Come on, it doesn't have to be that depressing! Not everything has to do with money.”

“Neither does it have to end up in people getting shot up—“  

You shove him roughly to the side, fast but not fast enough for you to avoid the bullet going through your body—catching him completely off guard. What are you stupid or just that selfless—sharp bang echoes fill the air. 

The flaming sharp pain in your shoulder, makes the adrenaline run off the walls in your head. Your knees weaken, collapsing onto the ground, body hunching over. Your hand clutches the coat where the bullet tore into, warm blood rapidly soaking through. Every breath just felt like you’re last. Gasping for air like a man who’s drowning in the big ocean.

He doesn’t get it at all, that bullet would’ve gone straight through and probably killed him, no it would have killed him. Yet after shots were fired and everyone was lying limp on the ground, he turned back to have gone with a trail of small drops of blood following.

Guess he was unlucky today.

In another universe you kiss, have a happy family and live without worries because I said so

𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝐵𝑒𝒶��𝓉𝓎"

Argenti is bae. Like he saw you around a couple of times, helping people and keeping them safe and how can he not find that respectable? Like is knight, not someone who is the most selfless even without amour.

Forget the bounty bae, you're his bae now(jk). He finds you so gentle that he can’t even come close to taking you away. 

Seeing kids surrounding you, telling you all about their days and interests all at the same time like you’re the heavenly woman he’s ever witnessed. You’re blessing him with your presence near him.

But seriously he’s most of the time just seen you injured, and it’s pretty obvious when you try not to. Taking shallow breaths, grunting in pain, having a hard time leaning down or just the expression of wanting to die when you’re alone.

Yet he doesn’t understand when he tries to help you out that you start telling it’s fine and he should get off his knee. A warrior fighting for others shouldn’t go without some reward, to allow him to help with injuries. One look. Just one.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Even under the gaze of the bright sun and in pain, your beauty is breathtaking.”

Sitting on wood with your back against the old wood of the box, creaking every minute with newspaper on your face blocking out the sunlight as you try to deal with the terrible pain in your shoulder—even with the bullet out and bandaged up, the pain was just worsening— “Huh?…” you take the newspaper from your face to get a good look at who was there.

“Ah…before you decide to arrest me…we…should talk out Mr knight!” You look at him nervously, knowing you probably wouldn’t be able to get out of this with your injury. 

You don’t have glasses on, why now? You try to move your arm around to see where your glasses go. You can’t just leave without them! 

“A knight doesn’t attack the innocent. Especially one with honour such as yours.”

“Yeah ....I wouldn’t say I would have honour, it's more like I just want to be as helpful as I can.”

Glasses? Where are those glasses? “Your eyewear.” He’s just holding it right in front of you, “Allow me.” Put it gently on your face before going on your knees. 

“What are you doing?!”

“Allow me to treat your injuries.”

“No, no, that's completely fine!”

“I insist, allow me to be in the grace of your beauty.”

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[jymwahuwu]

Summary: You have been kidnapped and sold as a pet. Blade wants a pet. Content Warning: kidnapping, non-con, dehumanization, body modification (just nipples ><), lactation, humiliation, yandere

dark content, minors DNI

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-

Last week a man who lived down the street was taken and disappeared. People are talking about it. It was the employees of the Space Pet Home Company who caught him. Those disrespectful aliens roam the galaxies, capturing random species to sell. This is contemptible. Still, there's nothing anyone can do about it. Under the gaze of a powerful space civilization, the planet you live in is trampled like ants.

On the way home, you browsed the news with your mobile phone, and found that some people searched for the man's photo and selling price on the official website, and posted it on the discussion forum. They offer to raise funds to buy him back to the planet. This is already the most likely way to redeem them to their original planet. You clicked on a link to the pet company's website. Ironically, that's a cute design with clouds and a rainbow, and a little animation that brings the pet home. The website loaded for a while, and a picture of the man was displayed. He looked at the camera with a calm expression on his face. You have no idea what they did to him.

Name: ▄▆▄▂▅▅▄▃

Price: 200000

Below is a description of the pet. You read a few words and feel so sick and horrified. There is also "More Recommendations", which introduces pets of different species, from cats, tentacles, humans to supernatural creatures.

You close the page and want to donate some money. However, you feel a cold, prickly sensation in the back of your neck.

Half a second later, as if stepping on air in the sky, you plummet.

-

Blade was more irritable than ever. This time, the target of the mission made a provocation, leaving some traces, deliberately mocking them. He then "solved" them, a little rougher than usual. The problem is, for the next three days, he was just as "rough". He even declined Silver Wolf's invitation to play a racing game together. Silver Wolf remained expressionless, indicating that she didn't care, but the atmosphere became a little depressed.

"Bladie, did you know? Elio said you're getting a pet this month."

"I don't need a pet." No doubt, that's stupid.

Kafka's eyes narrow, and smiles. She said in a certain, seductive tone. "Are you sure? Imagine getting that little kiss after a mission…kneeling down to relieve you…"

"No," he snapped, getting up and walking into the darkness.

-

"Currently scanning for physical condition-"

"Number E92730012 is in good condition. Everything is fine."

"Suggestion: Transform the nipples into a breast-feeding state, and add drugs to enhance sensitivity."

You are in a coma, two robotic arms grab your hand and stretch out, and two needles are aimed at your nipples on both sides to inject medicine. Some subtle changes are transforming your boobs.

"Hmm…" Your head shook slightly, but your eyelids were so heavy that you couldn't open them, and you could only bear the sensitivity and a little pain on your chest. The machine continued to inject the medicine without mercy, and gradually, some white milk flowed out from the flower buds, dripping on the ground, exuding a sweet smell.

-

Not this… and not this.

None of them fit.

If the other Stellaron Hunters saw Blade now, they'd think he was nostalgic about something and wouldn't bother. No one knew he was looking at the official website of Space Pet House. He has searched with keywords, but the results are still not what he wants.

He decided to go to the store in person.

-

It's been three days, maybe… five days?

You can't believe that you've been captured and sold as a pet. The store was decorated like some kind of spider web, some kind of hideous lair. Placed across from you are about thirty transparent cages of various species, including six humans. Some people try to resist like you, slapping the cage and cursing at the clerk, only to get some accusing looks from them, like they are really looking at a naughty pet. Some had given up and stayed quietly in the cage, looking at the guests curiously.

Your neck is covered with a black lace choker and a heart bell. Clean water, food and toys are placed in the cage. You can't believe it and don't want to play with those toys for cats.

When those guests visit, they always whisper which pet is better and more suitable. Among all the customers, you are impressed by a certain man. His dark blue fringe draped over his forehead, and his waist was covered with long hair. His hair dangles along with certain bandages as he walks around the store. He's… charming, in every sense of the word, but creepy, with those red eyes that wander from cage to cage and finally stare at the cage you're in. This situation lasts for tens of minutes, scanning your information and prices.

You don't know if he wants to buy you, because when the clerk asks if he needs to go further and allow him to play with you for a while, he just walks away.

-

"It's been seven days… still no one wants to buy this pet. Why…"

"Maybe we can help."

-

"No…don't! Please! Please, I'll be good!"

You plead as you struggle. The clerk still pulls down your sheer clothes, exposing your breasts and locking your hands above your head. The tears in your eyes are swirling, whimpering, thick milk flowing down the swollen breasts.

The door bell rang and two guests came in. They looked around the store. When they caught a glimpse of you, their eyes visibly lit up and they walked in your direction.

"Today's special offer, milk production anytime...?" One of the guests read out the information under your cage in a low voice - that's the first time you know what's written there. The way they look at your naked breasts seems to be on fire in you. "sounds good."

"Didn't know you were interested in that." Another guest snickered.

"Such a beautiful little thing can change my mind. I hope this time the pet will not be destroyed so quickly…"

You shudder at the implications of his words - this is a lunatic who isn't taking care of pets. what should you do? What if you were bought by this person? You may be facing a more dire situation than you are now…

There is a raging and dangerous atmosphere wandering in the store. You see that familiar face from behind the two customers. He stood behind them, but didn't seem to see them at all. He feels his crotch tighten when he notices your breasts dripping with milk.

-

He licks away any sweet milk that pervades your swollen buds, sweet, rich, and creamy. His hand is rubbing your other breast and pinching your nipple. It doesn't take much force, the milk is already squirting. Your bewildered moan turns into a scream as your lower body bounces, the fluid squirting against his cock.

In the orgasm, you stick out your tongue, address him unconsciously, and touch his palm. It's cold.

"Blade." He said his name.

“…?”

You touch his chest, where the heart is beating and echoing. A warm feeling sinks in.

[hahawasabi]

Is the camera on?

AHEM, AHEM! GREETINGS FROM UNIVERSE N.0V-27!

WELCOME, LADIES, GENTLEMEN, AND FELLOW MEMBERS OF THE AUDIENCE IN BETWEEN !

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Buttt I also go by Lee, Mango, and Wasabi!

You can be a guest at my show too! If you want to :]

BUT BEFORE INTERACTING WITH THE HOST!

◇ Here is the host's "Do Not Interact" list and other important things.

DNI: Darkshippers, TERFS (we love ALL trans people in my show), zoophiles, homophobes, racist people, fatphobic people, Blacaviar/Oycap/Espressoline/HollyPitaya shippers (the host doesn't feel comfortable with these ships.), and just assholes in general.

NOTE: The shippers are ALLOWED to interact, if you like the ship, that's cool, I just don't want to see or know about it!

and I am NOT a system. I use host as a name for this and just this.

I am also a "selfshipper" as the people on earth call it, so block "#selfship" if you dont wanna see that.

Of course, even the host needs to show their emotions from the deepest parts of the galaxy. So block "#wasabi's vent journal" or "#vent" for that. ◇

Now with that out of the way...

♡ I like gushing about...: Cookie Run, LMK, TMNT, and Sanrio!

Meet my buds! (More to be added...)

☆ The botanist from FishCity! (@cin3maa) #live theatre 🎼

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Take a seat, grab some popcorn, and enjoy the show!!

[eatommo]

Like Real People Do [d.d]

Summary: You and Mando have a history of broken hearts and are both looking for a place to land in the galaxy you live in, but you'll always have each other.

A/n: Not beta'd! mistakes are my own! and look a Hozier song to a Pedro fic what's new! I love this. I hope you do too! 6.2k

Cw: Canon typical violence, mentions of human trafficking, use of weapons, mutual pining, discussions of loss, discussions of war, brief mentions of grief, Reader is from Alderaan (trauma that comes from that), the reader has some of my tattoos because we love a self-insert, broken glass, pubic hair?, unprotected p in v, mentions of marking, hickeys, mentions of oral sex m/f receiving, fingering, the helmet stays on, breeding kink if you squint, as always touched starved Din, themes involving depression and loss, takes place post season 3 but has a flash back to season 1, I probably missed something but let me know!

It had been ages since you’d seen him. You’re not sure how many rotations, but not a day has passed that you didn’t think about him.  But there, just passing the entrance to the trading post, his shiny beskar helmet flashes over the crowd.  

You put your head down, looking at the spare parts you were hoping to auction off for some measly credits at a holiday festival for some caf and to help you hopefully buy some piece of junk craft to get you off this dusty and dry planet.  

Maybe you’ll be lucky and you can slink away, and evade an awkward reunion all altogether.  You found an outcropping and a small table covered in different smoked meats and small roasted animals.  

You try to sell the fact that you look busy while you think about the last time you spoke to him.  Your conversation about the rebel symbol marred into your skin with black ink, Cara had done it herself, and you’d helped her put the very same symbol on her cheek. The pain felt good, it mirrored the grief that felt immeasurable and it almost felt like a release of all of the terrible thoughts of your family’s final moments.  Had your family suffered? Did they even know what was coming for them?  

You were young and had just gotten off the planet in search of something greater, a higher purpose. Something to believe in, and the empire stole everything you’d ever known in one simple explosion. 

It had handed you a purpose, for a time. Working with the rebellion, standing with your Princess, and fighting and punishing the Empire for the loss of Alderaan.  Cara and you were hiding out on Sorgan after leaving your post as shock troopers. You were in the fresher when they started to tousle outside, you expected some gruff Klatoonian who she sharked in a bet, as it often was.  Instead, she lies on her belly, a blaster pointed at a chrome-covered Mandalorian, who is lying on his back with a weapon drawn.

The only thing that holds your attention is a little green baby holding a cup of soup, mirroring your amusement waddling up next to you.  

He coos, looking between you and his companion like he expects you to save him.  “Sorry bud, I’m with her.” 

An aggravated harsh pant cuts you off, “Stay away from him.” The blaster shifts to you, but you raise your hands and keep an even temper.  He looks between the two of you, who clearly have no intention or idea what he is in possession of, and offers to buy the two of your dinner.  

He didn’t speak much at first, but as you and Cara drank away a flagon of spotchka and you shared your interest in his ship, having to grow up around the rebel's fleet and wanting to see such an old military craft, he offered to show you.  

“It’s a short walk, the kid is falling asleep in your lap anyway.”  You look down at the little wrinkled green monster, blinking slowly with his massive eyes as you stroke his ears, you can’t help but fawn over him.  

“I can’t believe they’re hunting a baby.”  Whispering, as you feel the warmth of his tiny body, heartbroken at the idea of an imperial remnant looking for children.  

“He is older than I am.” His surprisingly playful voice almost startled you, he’d been quietly walking by your side as you carried the little guy nestled into your chest.

“He’s” you struggle to find words, but you can feel an energy emanating from the little creature in your arms “magnificent.” 

The Mandalorian hums lowly, agreeing with you.   There’s a pause for a few moments while you look over at him, “Did you find a lot of purpose? With the rebellion?” 

It's your turn to be broody, “For a time.” Suddenly feeling subconscious you speak a little bit more quietly, “Just waiting for the next thing to believe in I guess.” You sigh, gazing down into the dark black ink just above your rebel stripes, “It feels like I could keep fighting forever, but hearing all this, seeing such a small child threatened by the same evil as I was, it feels like I already have.” You’re not sure if he understands you,  or even what side of the war he stood on.  

“You feel like there’s reasons to fight.” He looks down into the baby drifting to sleep in your clutches.  “But afraid that you have no fight left.”  You half expect him to be criticizing you.  Mandalorians have lost almost as much as you have, but are warriors by nature and have fought and continue to be feared across the galaxy as mercenaries and bounty hunters.  His voice is soft, and understanding, as if processing his words himself. 

 You spot the ship ahead, falling silent in your admiration you trudge through the leaves and sticks that have fallen from the ship clearing its landing.  The ramp hisses as it falls open to welcome its pilot, but you stop outside to admire the twin engines and their decades-long wear and tear.  

Walking around the ship to admire her heavy laser cannons and her yellow markings.  He watches you with a quiet but proud silence, as you eventually shuffle up the ramp to set the little one into a floating pram.  Your eye catches a glimpse of a carbonite freezing chamber, and a little anxious butterfly seems to stir in your belly, how much do you trust him?  

“I always thought I’d die looking for a bounty when I got too old, too slow, or just in plain luck.”  You turn heel to face him, heartbeat clipping unsteadily in your chest, but you raise an eyebrow, encouraging him to continue.  He hesitates and sets himself on top of one of the shipping containers. “But protecting this child has made me dream of a life I never thought I could fight for.” 

You can feel your body soften at his confession, cursing yourself for thinking lowly of a man whose been nothing but kind and trusting of you.  “I’m sure it's lonely.” You take a small but calculated breath, “He is lucky to have you.” The smile is soft, and you try to reassure him despite yourself. 

He looks at you standing but a few steps away from him, and nods, “I’m just as lucky.” 

The bustle of the holiday market slows to accommodate him, traversing through the stalls as all shapes and sizes scurry out of his way.  You swear to yourself, turning away and buying some meat you can’t afford.  When you hear your modulated name fall out of his mouth like a prayer, soft and delicate.  He steers around the crowd, veering right into your path as a child walks in front of you blowing bubbles from the straw of a festive drink.  

The Mandalorian approaches you with purpose, his walk deliberate and commanding as if everyone in the vicinity answers to him.  “Mando.” you smile briefly, warmth heating your cheeks, and the never-fading crush you have on this man skipping around your belly.  “Hi.” 

His gaze stays fixed as he reaches for your arm, touching a patch of ink that not only is new to him but you completely forgot about.  His glove runs over it and when it doesn’t smear it might’ve made his knees buckle. “The Crest.” 

You peer into the helmet, glad to have him near you again, and realizing how much you missed hearing his voice, a rush of blood washes over your cheeks again.  “Yeah,” you fumble around doubting your reasons for getting that tattoo in the first place, “I’ve been adding a couple of ships that are important to me.” 

You hear a small noise but are unable to determine the emotion behind it, “I was hoping to see you on Nevarro,”  your heart rate picks up in your chest, and of course, his helmet picks it up, “the last few times.” 

“I’ve been moving around, looking for something new.” There’s a sleepy squeal coming from his satchel, “is that?” He swings it around to the front and opens the top of the bag to reveal your favorite green forehead. “Handsome man! I’ve missed you little mudscuffer.” 

Mando chuckles under his breath as you pull the baby from his confines and offer him a piece of the meat you just bought. He swallows it down greedily.  “I swear he eats. He just woke up.” 

You smile and give him a playful look, “Is daddy feeding you enough munchkin?” You hand the baby another strip, Mando is glad you don’t see him adjusting his pants as the word daddy slips between your lips innocently, “Don't worry I’ll get you something sweet too.” 

Mando rests his hands on his hips, and shakes his head in mock defeat, “He’s not gonna want to leave.” He follows at your back as you carry the child through the marketplace, sometimes letting his palm rest on your back to keep close to you.  

He would not be one to admit but seeing you carry the child around reminds him of the times on Sorgan, of the weeks you spent together and his floundering inability to court you.  Even now the way you look at him has him hiding behind his beskar helm like a foolish schoolgirl.  

“He doesn’t have to, are you here for business?” You cast a look over your shoulder, “He can stay with me while you take care of whatever you need.” You find a stall selling some fruity overpriced drink for the planetary holiday. 

You look into your bag, coming up just a few credits short, and cursing at yourself.  Starting to walk away, “I’ve got it.” He cuts in front of you while gripping your shoulder and standing over the top of you, handing more than enough credits to the man in exchange for two drinks.  

Yet another blush creeps into your cheeks, “No need to spoil me.”  You offer the child his drink and he snatches it away from you eagerly with a screech.

“I want to.” That causes your brows to knit together and a deep ache below your belt to settle and warm. 

You sip away at the luxuriously sweet drink, wishing you could at least share it with him. “I have a room at an inn,” you offer, “or we could go back to the Crest, and catch up.” 

You lean against one of the walls so that you don’t accidentally traverse even further from his bounty.  “I don’t have the crest.” 

Your drink turns to ash in your mouth, “What? Is she in disrepair? I’m sure Karga-“ 

“It’s rubble on the planet Tython.” He’s sad, of course he is, but his hand finds the mark on your skin again, and you can’t help but mull over the memories, the connection you shared on that ship eviscerated. 

“I’m so sorry.” You let your head hang low, remembering how many conversations you shared hoping he’d invite you aboard as crew.  “I loved that ship. I mean not as much as you I’m sure.” 

He chuckles, thumb brushing over the silhouette as he speaks, “You don’t happen to know how to rewire an N-1 starfighter engine?”  

“I’m sure I could look at it, but I don’t think I’d be much help. Where the hell did you find one?” You’re a bumbling mess, wanting so eagerly for him to scoop you off this planet like he had before, but also knowing your heart couldn’t bear to watch him leave a third time.  

“I didn’t think so but I have no idea what you’ve been up to and-“ he pauses, stopping himself to watch you take a sip of the drink after licking some whipped cream off of the straw.  

“And?” You prompt him to continue, but he stares between you and the child who have matching bright red tongues and are both sporting some whipped cream out of the corners of your mouths.  

You catch a hint of strain in his voice, “We can rest at your place for a while. He’s due for a nap.” You squint at him a little, easily reading his stiff body language and the change of subject.  

At the word nap, the baby babbles away while chewing on the straw of his drink, “There’s a lot of sugar in this, so we might have to wait it out.”  

Mando lets out an exasperated sigh, “What have you gotten us into.” You’re both sitting on the floor of a modest single room with the little one taking turns climbing up and over the two of you.  

“You bought it,” raising your hands in defense, smile splitting ear to ear,  “I was going to split one with him.”  You reach out to try to grab his surprisingly quick body but he darts away with a giggle.  

“He’ll crash, eventually.” You could hear him talk about the baby for hours,  to sit with him and watch the two of them play together always felt like a treat on its own. “Get down from there.” 

“He’s fine, this place is a dump anyway.” You smirk over your shoulder as he climbs up onto your bed, rolling around and giggling half to himself while chewing on the mythosaur skull pendant around his neck. 

“How did you end up here?” Your face falls a little, but he’s kind, and soft, and you can tell he doesn’t want to pry but his curiosity is getting the best of him.  

“I was tracking a bunch of smugglers, the republic got word that they were hauling children to Canto Bight, and exporting them maker knows where.” You continue, trying to keep your breath even, “Cara had asked me as a favor, but I had a run-in with a group of pirates who saw my stripes and stole my ship.” 

“Does she know?” He shuffles closer to you, folding his knees in so that he can run a hand soothingly across the skin of your leg.  

“I don’t know,” You clear the tightness in your throat, “At least I don’t think so.” You find the words pouring out of you as if he is comforting you into realizing something you’ve been fighting for a long time.  “I don’t think I can fight like this anymore, and I don’t know how to tell her that.” 

He is quiet, giving a simple solemn nod, before pulling the rising phoenix from his back, and laying it on the floor.  He scoots closer to you, settling next to you as you both lean against the foot of your bed.  His beskar shoulder plate is cold on your cheek, as you lean against him, seeking reassurance you haven’t felt in so long.  

Silently a tear falls down your face, and as if prompted by his little superpowers the baby, climbs into your lap nuzzling your cheek and touching your face gently with a warm hand.  There are a lot of things this child is capable of, things you can’t begin to understand, over a lifetime that is marred with more violence and confusion than you will likely ever know existed. When he touches you, you can feel his pain and loss, but he also shares with you a joy and unfathomable curiosity over the smallest things he remembers.  

“I can’t take you on the N-1,” his voice startles you out of your stupor with the baby, “but if you’ll give me a few days, I’ll be back to pick you up, and you can stay with us on Nevarro until you find somewhere else, something else to do.” 

Your breath is shaking, and you’re not even sure the last time you felt safe enough to cry.  A small piece of you wants to run because that's what you've been doing for these last 10 or so years of your life.  Running from the Empire, running after them, and then running from yourself.  “I don’t think I could.” 

“Why not?” he reaches for your shaking hand, setting his gloved hand on top of yours, driving the energy in the room with the ease of piloting a speeder bike.  

“You’re a family, he has a routine, you’ve settled into this beautiful life that you’ve worked tirelessly for.  I couldn’t impose.” You try your best to sound strong like you’ve got a plan ahead of you, and the idea of not being around the two of them doesn't make your heart ache. 

He hums, and for a moment your cry is less of confusion and more out of pain.  His hand is gone from yours, and the lack of his warmth feels like a slap into reality, as you pinch your eyes shut to stop yourself from being embarrassed even further. 

You jump.  There's a much larger warm hand caressing your cheek, and turning your head into the dark stare of his visor.  You can see the tanned skin of his wrist as he turns your face slightly, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. “It is the greatest mistake of my life leaving you on Sorgan.” 

You sniffle, the words sorting through the emotional fog of your brain, searching the blank emotionless canvas of metal for a hint of human connection, a flutter of an eyelash, anything.  You can’t find anything, until you hear the faint sound of his breath from beneath his mask, stuttering and insecure, his chest rising and falling like he’s fighting a battle with his own emotions.  

You feel it again, a swell in your chest of love and admiration and then you feel the tiny claws digging into the skin of your bicep. You look down at the tiny man as he steps between where your chests are separated by mere inches, “Could I have her come and get us?” You’re quiet as a loth cat, voice heady and rough. “I don’t think I could watch you go.” 

He lets the little one settle into his lap after a moment, this time you can hear relief and a half-broken smile in his tone, “Let’s just wait until he falls asleep, I’ll go to the ship and send a transmission.  I’ll come back with his pram, and then where we go. You go.” 

You clear your throat again, wanting so desperately for this to be real and aching to touch him.  “Okay.” your voice barely makes a squeak, he pressed the cold beskar helm to your temple.  

Wondering if he feels as raw as you, you place your hand on top of his suppressing the need to comment on how large it is, and tangle your fingers with his.  You stare at his hand, tanned and massive and warm. Human. You fold your legs in on themselves and shift your body so that you may properly look at him. 

The glove sits in his lap, and he looks so imposing in this tiny half-furnished room, polished and chrome in the dingy and ill-lit space you've called ‘home’ for these last few cycles.  You take his other hand, and look up to see if he’s going to stop you, but he is still and silent, so you slip the glove off his hand.  You trace from the tip of his middle finger, down his palm and up towards the pulse point of his wrist. 

He shudders beneath your touch, thankful for the mask to hide the crimson flush of his cheeks. He’s never had the opportunity to enjoy a tenderness like this, to feel his pulse quicken and the nervous butterflies he’s heard described during love stories on a holodrama.  It’s terrifying, he feels like he could vomit, but the way your delicate fingers trace circles over the palm of his hand makes him want to run his hands over every last inch of your body until he knows it inside and out like his blaster. 

The child settles into his lap, leaning his head against your arm as his head and eyes grow heavier with sleep.  “Why don’t we walk to your ship together?”  

Your eyes are bright, and he can tell by your posture that you feel better, but he can’t stop the audible grumble, not ready to let you or even your hand slip from his.  He nods and swallows harshly to clear his throat, “Alright.”

You walk across the market again, and the crowd parts before the two of you except this time you are holding onto his hand, and rather than trying to avoid his gaze like every other soul walking the market, you cling to his him trying to suppress the smirk curling the corners of your mouth.  

Nevarro has changed so much, you spend the first few days just getting accustomed to the new layout of the town.  Dropping the child, ‘Grogu’ (it took a while but it grew on you) at school, and then going to spend time in the market picking up some rations and some of the seasonal veg you’ve been coaxing into the little one’s belly.  

The domestic bliss that comes with living with Mando is both welcome and intoxicating.  You’re awake at odd hours of the night, talking and sharing stories about Jawas and your run-ins with Ewoks,  and sharing your dreams and hopes for the galaxy.  

He shares stories about Mandalore, about visiting there for the first time and bathing in the healing waters, about Bo Katan seeing a Mythasaur alive. All things you heard about as a young child, and symbols that brought hope and purpose to the entire creed were real and were aiding to heal the planet and its inhabitants. 

Then there were times when you both laid on the floor, watching the little one interact with a metal sphere, using his magic to hover it just out of your grasp and giggling himself to a peaceful sleep.  You’d lay together, wrapped in the comfort and protection of his house, and stare at the little man as he sleeps occasionally peaking into the reflection of yourself in his helmet, and blushing when you catch your own heart racing.

You want to tell him how you crave to be with him, how addicting his presence and his mind are to you, but you’re afraid.  Afraid to move too fast, to step over his barriers, but also knowing that each second without knowing the softness of his mouth is torture. 

The first time you see him in his sleep clothes, a plain dark green shirt with three buttons on the top and loose-fitting black canvas pants, no metal aside from his helmet, you choke on your cup of Jawa juice.   He’s large even without the metal beefing up his silhouette, his back broad and the fabric thin enough for you to see his muscles move as he opens a drawer for silverware. Even treating yourself to a glimpse of his waist and the way it tapers to his ass and hips.  

It’s become more common, in fact when he gets home, he almost immediately strips out of the armor in favor of something more casual and comfortable.  

Tonight the energy is different. The kid passes out early and you’re soaking a pot you used for dinner in the sink when he emerges out of his room.  You hear his footsteps, but they’re muted and soft, he’s barefoot. As you glance over your shoulder as he offers you a glass from his bedroom you see he’s in briefs, (the house is admittedly warmer as the seasons change) but the shock is plain as day as you turn so quickly away the glass slips from your hand and shatters on the floor. But the image of his chest spattered with hair that trailed down his soft belly and into the top of his black undergarments. 

You both are silent for  a moment, hoping the noise isn’t loud enough to wake the baby, in his silence you swear, “Kriff, don’t move I’ll get a broom.” You shy away, looking to the ground for a safe path.  

He cuts you off arm darting in front of you to halt your movement,  “I’ll get it.” His hand comes to rest on your hip stalling your movements with his warm palm. 

His other hand reaches out and before you can grumble in discontent he's lifting you onto the counter. You sit there, flustered with your hands tucked between your thighs as he fiddles with the control of his helmet flicking through to see which would help him find the scattered pieces of glass the best.  

It's moments, but it feels like an eternity as he searches for a broom, sweeping the glass into a neat pile before discarding it into the bin silently.  He settles between your legs, silent as a mouse.  

“I'm sorry.” You smile sheepishly, struggling to maintain eye contact as he hovers in front of you, inches separating your face, and if it were any cooler you would’ve fogged the front of his mask with your breath. 

He chuckles dryly, “Don’t be, I’ll take it as a compliment.”  His posture is full of confidence, but also comfortable and relaxed.  You long to touch him, to run your hand over his chest and abdomen, to feel the muscles shift in his back as he- “Mesh’la?” 

You blink yourself out of a daze, “You should, you’re so handsome.”  He braces his hands on the counter next to your hips and leans ever closer.

“Yeah?” His voice is hot like a pant, stroking a fire in the room that neither of you are able to ignore any longer. 

“Yeah.” You smirk at him, emboldened and smoothing your hands up the strong plains of his arms, squeezing lightly around the muscles of his biceps.  You let your foot run across his calf, urging him closer to your body, his hands find your waist, firm but careful as his thumbs stroke the skin just below your breasts.  You curse yourself for even bothering with a bra band.  

“I like having you here.” His head tilts, you can almost see the gears turning in his brain as he continues, “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” He uses his strength to pull you a little closer to him, so with each breath your chests touch and your core is flush to his abdomen.  “Having you in my kitchen, sitting on my counter looking so pretty, so-” He swipes the hair off your shoulder exposing your neck and throat, “edible.” 

Any chance you had of playing it cool is gone, you want nothing more than to bend to his will.  His hand disappears from your side, and he tangles it in your hair, using it to fix your eyes to his through the helm, as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.  You feel completely safe, but there’s something about him thats dangerous, hungry even, and it makes your skin damp with sweat.

He sounds like he’s in agony, like each passing moment without consuming you is torture, and you ache for him in a way that astonishes you, embarrasses you, not even sure that you could stand on your own two feet.  

“I need you.” He whispers, breath uneven almost a growl, “Tonight. Now.” He reaches between your legs, letting his fingers ghost over you ever so gently, as if asking, no begging, for permission.

You swallow hard, his helmet tilts, admiring you, and you hardly manage to stutter a yes.  Part of you expects him to be quick, tearing at your clothes and taking you right here in the kitchen. 

 He doesn’t.

 He goes slow, letting the crest of his helmet fall to rest on your forehead, taking his time to caress your hips, tracing up your sides and taking your shirt with it.  His hands are warm, but bring goosebumps to your skin as he touches you, hands squeezing your breasts and rubbing your nipple.  You keen, pressing desperately against his hands.  You lean in, placing a kiss to his collarbone, gentle and moving slow so he may stop you if he wants, but he drops his shoulder and tilts his head to expose his neck.  

You kiss his collarbone again, letting your tongue dart out to taste his skin, he’s vibrating beneath you. Trembling as you kiss the hollow of his throat and nibble at the skin of his neck.  You run your hands down his chest, basking in the intimacy and living for the scent of his skin.

He lifts you in a fluid motion, whisking you out of the kitchen and into his modest bedroom.  Laying you on the bed, he runs his hands down your legs and removes your pants.  You blush, unable to hide your arousal but noticing the prominent tent in his briefs, your mouth waters and you get to consider getting on your knees for him briefly.  

He’s faster than you, and not thinking about himself.  Ripping your underwear from your body and running the tip of his index fingers through your folds. “All this for me?” He circles your entrance, gathering your slick before brushing across your clit with leg-shaking precision.  

You chase his touch, the pleasure coating your tongue and fogging your brain even more than you can put into words. You beg for him to get closer, to press your bodies together until you weren't sure you'd ever part.

You're expecting to feel shorted by the absence of his mouth on yours.  No taste of him, and not getting to hear his words directly from his mouth, but his touch is consuming.  Like he's worshiping and waking each cell with caresses and adoration that's as palpable in the air as his sheets were soft on your back.  

There are noises, words you think, that he is muttering between each supple squeeze and tease, words you've heard him say before but their meaning is only now defined by his actions.  

Love.  He loves you.  You can feel it in the heat of his hands as he spreads your legs apart and admires the way you part for him, and he sinks two fingers into your fluttering pussy, pushing up and stroking something dangerous. 

His erection is nestled against your leg, and he shifts his hips with every twist of his fingers for a few moments, pressed between your bodies he feels a glimmer of relief with a groan, as much as he wants to bathe you in attention, he thinks that if he waits any longer his heart might give out before the best part.  “Mesh’la,” he twists his fingers as if to be sure you're listening, “Please.” 

“Yes,” you nod, swallowing harshly as he slips free of his underwear, cock springing free of its confines.  You gawk, unabashedly, as he did to you just moments ago. He's large, intact, leaning slightly to his left, and the skin is tanned brown, slightly darker than the rest of his body, thick and weeping out of the brilliantly flushed pink tip, the base adorned with sparse but dark hair that trails up to his navel deliciously.   When he steps between your legs and lets it rest on your abdomen to press your forehead together again, you feel its heady weight against you and stoop so low as to beg, “Please.”

You're echoing each other's moans as he grinds against your folds, coating himself in your slick before sinking into you in a single brutally slow thrust. When he bottoms out, you do your best not to squeak as the girth of his member breaks you open, it doesn't hurt, rather it feels like you've both waited an eternity to come to this very moment, euphoric and fulfilling the needs of your body and soul.  

He grinds his pelvis against yours letting his hand shift to cup your cheek, staring at you, he hopes somehow you can sense it. How he is barely able to stop passing between the pout of your lips and the deep pleading look in your eyes, begging him for the same thing his heart is calling for.   He could weep, having finally shorn the armor to dedicate himself to you, because the truth is, all you needed was to ask. He would've dropped his creed, everything he had achieved, and the meek life he'd planned for himself to grovel at your feet for the rest of his human life.  

Devotion, that's what it was called.  He had felt at many moments of his life that he was in the right place, blessing along his journeys that started out as miracles, friends, familial bonds he didn't think he deserved.  It felt misplaced, the little blessings that had entered his life so quickly that he swore they had to have been accidents. It had taken losing the child and abandoning you on that god-forsaken planet, for him to reflect, and to realize that the life he deserved was not determined by some blasters and an army, nor his home planet.  He had the life he wanted in his palms once, and watched it slip through his fingers with the charred remains of his ship.  His grip tightened instinctively, twisting the sheet in his fist. 

It was you.  You were the representation of all of the things he wanted but never thought he deserved.  A family, a place to call home, and you even had committed something as passing as his ship to your skin with a permanence that scared him.  

Here your skin was warm, surrounding him, nurturing him, squeezing him, and his mind was trying so hard to be a person, not a machine, loving someone else for the first time.  

He found the words, he said it to you, over and over with his pelvis angled just right as he ground his hips into you.

He was throbbing inside of you, you could feel the slick slide and pulse of him with each thrust. The pleasure was so intense you were whimpering and mewling beneath him, wetness smearing onto your thighs and running on the sheets below.

You've had sex before of course, and now you seriously doubt you've been doing it right. You kiss at the hollow of his throat, and in response he hunches over you, arms on either side of your head, animalistic yet praising affirmations go straight to the building heat in your core.  

You let your hands, come up to his back digging your nails into his skin.  He moans in shock as his thrusts grow more frenzied, spurred on by the bite of pain at his back.  He reaches between you and circles your clit with his thumb, pulling you headfirst into your orgasm.  You're body goes taught and relaxes all at once, the pleasure blinding you as your vision goes white and each tilt of his hips makes you stutter out an overstimulated moan. 

The fluttering of your sex around him would be enough to send over the edge but as you catch your breath you begin to beg for him to finish inside you.  He does, still feeling you shivering through the after waves of your own, as he groans and revels through the most intense orgasm he’s ever had, complete with curled toes and a knuckle-popping grip on the sheets.  He’s still looking at you, the rise of fall of your chests bumping into each other and your breath fogging the front of his helmet so much that when you kissed right over his eye, he could see the imprint of your lips for just a passing moment. 

“I can’t believe we waited so long.”  You chuckle, all smiles but looking as dazed and spent as he felt. A shiver coming over him as the small sounds cause you to tighten slightly around him as he softens, his body incredible sensitive. 

“I’ll spend the rest of our life making up for it.”  You note the sound of him speaking through the grit of his teeth, and do your best to lie still, not wishing to be parted just yet.

Months later, you’re married in a private ceremony in front of friends and his brothers and sisters of the clan.  It's quick, and everything you had expected of a warrior’s wedding.  You get the mudhorn symbol tattooed into the skin nestled behind your ear, wearing it proudly and with your vows you are made a family, a clan of three in front of all the important people you care about. 

You’d be remiss if what had you most excited isn’t the filthy promises he’s made to you about that night, taking his helmet off and kissing you everywhere he can for as long as he wishes.  Promising to leave a mark over your new clan sigil as he marks the rest of your body for him, as you’ve done to him many times over. You get to admire his face and the most handsome man in the galaxy who kneels before you with reverence and vows to take care of you with more than just his words. 

[annoyinglyhardsong]

Codywan Week 2024: Day 8 Five Year Anniversary

Author Note: We have reached the end of Codywan Week this year! Thank you @codywanweek for putting on such an amazing event. This is the first time I've participated in something like this and it has been so amazing getting to see all of the amazing things you guys have created and sharing the things I've been able to create with all of you. Here's my day 8 prompt fill I just really wanted to write something cute and cozy of Obi-Wan and Cody just enjoying some peace together after the war in the fix-it au that these boys live in. (Sorry I love them both too much to let them suffer through all the angst that they go through.) As always likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome! Divider by @saradika-graphics, if you are looking for any cute graphics or dividers they have tons of amazing ones!

Tags/Warnings: SFW, cozy Codywan, sweet, kisses, a little bit of that's not how the Force works but go with it for me, slightly force sensitive Cody, soft Obi-Wan, anniversary celebrations, cozy morning meditations

The war had been over for three years, and after the chaos of cleanup and reparations and peace talks had finally been settled it had been three years of almost domestic tranquility for Obi-Wan. 

The Jedi had worked with the clones and the senators they knew would support them to get multiple bills passed that recognized them as sentient beings and therefore deserving of all of the same rights as every other human in the galaxy. Like pay, the ability to vote, to get married, the list was almost endless.

 The Jedi had also offered up the option to the clones to apply for transfers to continue their work alongside their Jedi in the temple. After all the Jedi that had been lost in the war they needed all of the help they could get, but more than that after years working alongside each other during the war many of the generals and their troopers were anxious to keep working together in any capacity and seeing as how integrated the two had already become it wasn’t much of a stretch to apply their current working arrangements to times of peace instead of war. 

Cody had almost immediately jumped on the opportunity to transfer to the temple and continue working with Obi-Wan. Personal relationship aside the two worked well together and couldn’t imagine not at this point. They were two halves of the same coin, what one didn’t think of the other probably did. 

Today was an average day in the temple. Nothing extremely pressing to deal with that day, just a few meetings. Obi-Wan had woken early that morning and was settled comfortably in front of the window in the main portion of his quarters, sinking deep into meditation. 

During the war the force had been so turbulent and he and some of the other masters had been able to feel it growing weaker and more distant. But now that the Sith Lord, Chancellor Palpatine, and his minions had been dealt with, the Force had come back stronger than ever. Things felt right in the galaxy again. 

Eventually he felt a familiar force signature flare nearby. Rousing from a deep reddish orange, to something brighter like the colors of the sunrise, bringing a small smile to his face. Cody was awake then. Obi-Wan reached out towards his partner through their budding force bond, he had always suspected Cody may be just a little Force sensitive and this was all but confirming it, and sent a small nudge of greeting towards the other before entwining his own force signature with his partners’. 

Cody’s force signature had always been strong. A light in the dark, and a shelter from storms when racing thoughts and self-doubt wanted to consume him. It was warm, inviting, and steady just like Cody. This early in the morning he couldn’t help but be drawn to that warmth, like a moth to the flame, and just observed Cody going about his morning routine. 

Using Cody’s force signature as an anchor, Obi-Wan was able to fully relax into his meditation letting the force swirl around him in a familiar manner, always keeping Cody’s wearabouts in the back of his mind as he padded between the bedroom and the main living quarters finishing the task of getting ready for the day. 

Eventually the warmth that was Cody settled next to him, placing a warm cup of tea near him, drawing him out of his meditation finally. 

“Good morning my dear,” he said, opening his eyes to give Cody a warm smile before picking up his tea and taking a careful sip, relishing in the warmth the beverage provided against the chill of the morning. 

“Good morning,” Cody replied softly, shuffling a little closer to Obi-Wan to gently lean his head on the other man’s shoulder, Obi-Wan bringing an arm up to wrap around Cody. A familiar embrace as they watched the sun crest over the horizon on Coruscant. Sunlight slowly reaching across the land to glint off of buildings and vehicles. 

They had spent many mornings like this, and had seen far more beautiful sunrises on planets far across the galaxy. But this one felt a little more special. Today marked 5 years since he and Cody had started dating. 5 years since Cody had officially asked him to be his cyare. And Obi-Wan had never been happier. 

Being with Cody was as effortless as breathing. That’s not to say that they didn’t disagree on occasion or butt heads over matters, but with some time to think and cool down they were usually able to resolve things quickly and come to some kind of agreement. But day to day life was seamless. They had gotten along well professionally and the transition to forming a relationship in their personal lives just made sense to them. He was the other half to Obi-Wan’s soul, and he would forever be grateful that they had met. “My dear, do you know what day it is?” Obi-Wan asked quietly, still watching the sunrise over Coruscant. 

Cody gave a thoughtful hum. “No?”

“Happy Anniversary love,” Obi-Wan murmured into Cody’s hair pressing a kiss into the curls. 

“Is it really? Already? It feels like we just celebrated our anniversary. Happy Anniversary!” Cody responded, panicking for a second before settling. 

“That it does, my love.” Obi-Wan replied with a smile and a small chuckle. Turning more serious he said, “Thank you for the most wonderful last 5 years. You have made my life truly magnificent, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of it with you.” He finished, cheek coming off of where it was resting on Cody’s head to meet his eyes. “I love you Cody, till the ends of the galaxy.”

“I love you too Obi, to the ends of the galaxy and beyond,” Cody responded, hand coming up to cup Obi-Wan’s cheek before pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips.

[lilxmoo]

Squad 312 Christmas headcanons cuz it's CHRISTMASSS

Scarlett is the BEST at buying presents. Seriously. There is not a single person in the galaxy who has received a gift from Scarlett Isobel Jones and not loved it. She knows what the person she's buying for wants, and GETS IT (even if they don't say it out loud) the rest of the squad is amazed at her abilities.

Saedii, on the other hand, is not so good at giving presents. She doesn't understand any need for something that she either 1) doesn't view useful or 2) simply doesn't like, so a lot of her presents are knives. Because if she likes it, then so must the person she's buying for, right? Still, it's impressive that she bothered to buy anything at all, so that's good!!

Auri and Tyler are the two who are the most into Christmas. Auri just loves Christmas in general, thinks it's fun, and Tyler goes full preparation SQUAD THIS IS NOT A DRILL THIS IS FESTIVITIES 101 mode. They both wear Santa hats all week long.

Speaking of Santa, Kal and Fin are both deeply afraid of him. They just think he's creepy. The old man with ugly clothes being put everywhere was strange enough, but finding out he goes into your house???? At night?????? Yeah they're deeply concerned

Finian is the one who picks up all the wrapping. Don't ask me why, I just think that with Scarlett he would get used to a lot of packages, and pick them up and toss em into a bag almost unconsciously. Christmas is no exception.

Kal is IMPOSSIBLE to buy for. He just doesn't want anything. Genuinely. Like, the squad is lucky if he asks for a singular thing. He's one of the first people Scarlett has ever struggled to buy for. It causes a LOT of exasperation amongst everyone else

Contrary to his sister, where everyone just buys a different sort of knife and she's satisfied. It could be a five dollar pocket knife and she would be curious as to what she could do with it.

Decorating the tree as a group is the most CHAOTIC thing you've ever seen. Tyler is big on making sure it looks decent, no two baubles of the same color next to each other, Scarlett says he's being silly as she ties bows on the ends of the branches, Finian is just annoyed because he keeps getting pine needles in his exo, Auri is putting baubles wherever she wants and yapping in the meantime, and Kal is standing off to the side because he's tall and has been put on Star Duty™

The first Christmas Jie-Lin spent with the squad, she looked genuinely petrified the whole time

The Christmas meal is a mixture of delicious food, and absolute monstrosities to the taste buds

Fin is in charge of lights every year, and EVERY YEAR Tyler ends up fiddling with the lights and ruining something. Fin is always PISSED

They all get tipsy. Come midnight and everyone is just giggling while draped over different areas of the living room

MERRY CHRISTMAS SQUAD!!!!!!

[yoursweetestnightmarelover]

More Cyn X Tessa

Tessa: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out! Cyn: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way? Tessa: I don't know, surprise me!

Cyn: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Tessa: AS ENEMIES?! Cyn:...

Tessa: Are you sure Cyn's even gay? They barely even looked at me.

Cyn hanging above her like a bat watching her:...

V: Call it a hunch

Cyn: So you like cats? Tessa: Yeah. Cyn: tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table

Tessa: Being gay is a constant battle between “I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds” and “Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists” and I think that's very beautiful of us. Cyn looking at Louisa and James: If the window's open, and you time it right, you can do both.

Cyn: Yeah, a partner sounds nice, but a supreme enemy you can make out with in secret sometimes sounds a lot more hardcore.

Surprise Juzi

Uzi: Fight me! J: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring J: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

And some Vuzi

V: Ugh, crushes are so dumb. Uzi: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid. V: But you’re always acting stupid? Uzi: … Uzi: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

V: You need a hobby. J: I have a hobby! V: Fawning over Tessa isn’t a hobby.

Back to our regularly scheduled programming

Tessa, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top? V: Cyn's in the kitchen.

Cyn: Are you ready to commit? Tessa: Like, a crime or a relationship? Cyn looking at the gala: Both?

Cyn bursting into the gala with Tessa in her arms: We’re getting married, bitches! Tessa: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

Cyn: Tessa, you love me, right? Tessa: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Tessa: Goodbye mom I'm finally 18 I can go to copper 9 my new life starts now!!! I can't wait to get a boyfriend get a dream job and live a perfectly normal life! Tessa like five months later: Hi mom! I would like you to meet my wife, Cyn! She's a mutated AI machine goddess! And this is one of my best buds who dresses up as a hot topic employee and beats people up! Uzi in the background: I'm not your buddy, you monster fucker. Tessa: also I'm wanted in 22 galaxies lol.

[turnyourankle]

(longest to shortest)

❃ Cut Your Teeth On My Heart // 94k, E, bodyguard AU Louis has worked as a security officer for years, but he's handed his first opportunity to be team lead. The assignment is nothing like what he expected. Harry has spent years trying to distance himself from the pressure of the Twist name and legacy. But it's going to be hard to avoid when his mum hires him a bodyguard.

❃ Knives Don't Have Your Back // 51k, crime/mystery The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears. He finds comfort in a budding friendship with Louis, an upperclassman who lives on his floor, not realizing that their relationship will bring him closer to his traumatizing past rather than farther from it.

❃ Lemon Eyes // 50k, E, ABO, friends with benefits It's not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn't give a damn what's proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he's concerned, the right alpha won't care, and he'll have some fun on the way.

❃ Show Me How The Fire Works // 49k, E, Dirty Dancing AU The Styles-Twist holiday in the Catskills is supposed to be just that: a family holiday. A last hurrah before Harry relocates to the states for uni. Instead, it quickly devolves into a honeymoon for his parents, leaving Harry and Gemma to fend for themselves. Harry quickly befriends the staff at the resort, and is enticed by Louis, one of the dance instructors. Harry gets in over his head in an attempt to impress him, but with Gemma egging him on and a ticking clock, how could he not at least try?

❃ Hymns For Restless Stars // 37k, E, famous/not-famous, advent fic Every Holiday season Louis has his pupils write down their Christmas wishes for class. He's read almost every wish under the sun, but one girl's wish takes him by surprise. It's for her uncle not to be alone anymore. It's not a wild wish by any means, but Louis had no idea that former teen idol Harry Styles was lonely in the first place.

❃ Strawberry Moon // 20k, E, bodyswap Harry really should have known better than to agree to one of Niall’s schemes. Especially one that involved Irish magic. Then again, how was he supposed to know he and Louis would end up swapping bodies?

❃ Foothold // 18k, M, sci-fi/space Louis has crossed the galaxy with a ship full of crystals; they’re the only thing he has to offer in exchange for safe harbor. He thought getting to his destination would be the hardest part, hoping that once he got his family to safety everything would fall back into place; Louis struggles to adapt while his sisters thrive. Louis suspects Emperor Styles may have something to do with it.

❃ Head Head Heart // 11k, E, canon, BDSM After Dunkirk has wrapped filming, Harry struggles with his inability to reach subspace. He tries taking the matter in his own hands before Louis intervenes with a plan of his own.

❃ Tall Tales For Summer // 11k, E, modern royalty AU Harry knows something is up when his mum insists on throwing him a birthday party in the summer. He's even more suspicious of her intentions when he notices the guest list is all male.

❃ A Body Wishes To Be Held & Held // E, 9k, ABO, PWP Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.

❃ Like Vines (We Intertwine) // 8k, T, aliens/Roswell AU The "Roswell" AU where Harry is an alien, Louis is not, and they've both been pining after each other for far too long.

❃ Picture You Staring // 8k, T, vacation, meet-cute If there's one thing Louis won't stand for it's being replaced as his nieces' favourite uncle. Especially by some bloke they met barely hours into their holiday in Portugal who's not even related to them.

❃ Beat The Darkness // 7k, T, ABO, WWI Harry is a volunteer nurse stationed in Cairo; Louis is one of the patients in his ward.

❃Breakfast of Champions // 6k, E, humor/smut An injury relegates Harry to the weight room; Louis wears a lot of interesting shirts. AKA Harry and Louis are gym buddies. ❃ Nothing Better // 4k, E, smut, mpreg Harry and Louis aren't expecting children just yet, but the thought of if turns them on.

❃ Bloom! // 4k, T, florist Harry is a florist, and Louis is the very taken repeat customer he can't get out of his head.

❃ Breathe Into Your Well // 4k, E, ABO A rut bar. A place where omegas who are so inclined can link up with Alphas in rut. It's not a place Louis ever pictured himself visiting but in the hopes of having a memorable rut, it's where he finds himself tonight.

❃ Stillness Is The Move // 3k, E, BDSM, PWP Harry fails to follow instructions and requires punishment.

❃ So That's A Thing // 3k, E, PWP Louis notices Harry’s fascination with his nipples by accident.

❃ The Bachelors and The Bachelorette // 2k, The Bachelor AU, fake relationship "With little left to do Harry and Louis both signed up to be contestant on the Bachelorette. They meet and sparks fly immediately. They both do everything they can to get voted off but the more outrageous their behavior the more they keep getting the rose. Cue the shower scene."

[dejabooooo]

Gravity Falls Characters Pokemon Teams: Part 3 - McGucket

With Stan and Fords’ teams done, it’s time to complete the mystery trio with McGucket! Once again, there are in depth little story blurbs about how they’d meet and get along under the cut.

1. Klink > Klang > Klinklang (Gear Pokemon)

A quirky and unpredictable little thing, Klink was the first Pokemon that Fiddlford caught. Chasing an escaped Lechonk from his family’s farm, he followed it into a cave where he found this mysterious Pokemon. He’d never seen anything like it. The fact that such a mechanical and inorganic looking thing could somehow be a living breathing creature utterly fascinated him. Klink was what sparked his interest in mechanisms, an interest that would soon bloom into a passion for machinery.

When he brought Klink home, it confused his family. They couldn’t understand why he wanted to keep such a strange thing, and encouraged him to release it as it served no useful purpose on the farm—just a “distraction” keeping him from the real work. Though it labeled him as a bit of a misfit, Fiddleford kept the creature and kept creating machines too.

Klang Pokédex entries: “A minigear and big gear comprise its body. If the minigear it launches at a foe doesn’t return, it will die. … By changing the direction in which it rotates, it communicates its feelings to others. When angry, it rotates faster. … This Pokémon is considered the symbol of industrial technology.”

When Klink evolves into Klang, Fiddleford becomes aware if not entirely fixated on the fact that if its tandem rotation is interrupted, it will die. He internalizes how essential it is for its gears to keep turning, how important it is that its mechanisms run smoothly, how much he can learn about it from observing the way it works.

It informs the way he looks at things, how he builds things and for what purpose he does. He adopts the belief that he can overcome any problem by finding solutions in building machines, and keeping those machines well oiled. If it works for Klang, it can work for him! And if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.

Klinklang is that well oiled machine incarnate. A complex marrying of many mechanisms born from years of Fiddleford’s care and effort. It achieves this ideal form soon after Fiddleford settled down with Emma May and started his budding computer company. It is a great help to Fiddleford’s work, but more so than that, it’s Fiddleford’s oldest and truest friend who he brings with him through every endeavor.

…

Until, it ends up forgotten and abandoned in a PC box for thirty years.

As Fiddleford’s mental state rapidly declined, in his final stages of coherency, Fiddleford stored it there in a panicked effort to protect it from his own impending, destructive insanity. Unfortunately, this effort proved entirely necessary.

After Weirdmagedddon, Fiddleford finally retrieves it. Its gears run a little slower, but they’re still just as precise. That well-oiled machine will yet be well-oiled someday once again. They’ll get there together.

2. Porygon > Porygon2 > PorygonZ (Virtual Pokemon)

Porygon Pokédex entries: “State-of-the-art technology was used to create Porygon. It was the first artificial Pokémon to be created via computer programming. … It was built years ago by scientists who dreamed of exploring space. Their dreams have yet to come true.”

Fiddleford created Porygon (with minimal help from Ford) while in Gravity Falls. A sort of side pet project, and then pet in general, they concerned themselves with when they weren’t working on the portal. While Ford’s ambitions seemed grander than the mere exploration of their own universe, Fiddleford suggested they should at least make an attempt to investigate their own galaxies while they’re at it—convincing him due to his still strong affinity for stars and space.

Fiddleford dedicated much more time into its creation than Ford did, handling the entirety of its programming himself while Ford did little more than develop its physical body. It ends up a semi-success. It works and can even function in an entirely virtual space within Fiddleford’s computer. Its space travel capabilities aren’t fully explored, however.

Much to Fiddleford’s disappointment, the portal remains Ford’s priority and the completion of the Pokémon doesn’t sway him as he thought it might. He doesn’t give up yet, though.

Porygon2 Pokédex entry: “It was upgraded to enable the exploration of other planets. However, it failed to measure up.”

In an effort to divert reignite Ford’s enthusiasm, Fiddleford created an upgrade for the Pokémon entirely on his own. He was able to update it with some very impressive features. It was now equipped with artificial intelligence and more specific parameters for interplanetary travel. However, since Ford refused to help him develop the Pokémon further and demanded most of Fiddleford’s time for portal work, he wasn’t able to fine tune the creature as well as he wanted. Its physical body even lost its ability to fly. In a last ditch effort, he once again asked Ford if he could at least humor him and aid in creating one more definitive upgrade to create a Pokémon that they could both be proud of and perhaps even garner recognition in the scientific community for it being the technological breakthrough that it was.

Unfortunately, Ford had other plans.

Porygon-Z Pokédex entries: “Its programming was modified to enable it to travel through alien dimensions. … It did not work as planned. … Its behavior is noticeably unstable, which is apparently due to the incompetence of the engineer who updated its programming.”

Ford presented him with a Dubious Disc, something he’d apparently developed on his own, but the data it contained was so odd Fiddleford wondered how he could’ve come up with it all. Ford reassured him that this new upgrade would allow it to aid them with explorations of the worlds beyond the portal—the opposite of what Fiddleford was hoping to achieve with it.

His protests to use the disc on the Pokemon fell on deaf ears. Unable to deter Ford, he eventually conceded and defeatedly installed the disc that would irreversibly alter the little creature born of their once united desire.

The changes were immediate… and immensely problematic.

Fiddleford was certain that it was infected with a virus. Its processing capabilities were largely compromised, its artificial intelligence seemingly corrupted as it now acted in unpredictably wild ways. Ford assured him that this was merely a side effect of its enhanced abilities to withstand the harsh environments of other worlds. This did little to sooth Fiddleford because even if that were the case, that didn’t explain why it now acted so crazed.

But as soon as he got a glimpse of what awaits them on the other side of the portal, he understood completely. Utterly unwilling to let Ford torture the poor thing anymore, Fiddleford took Porygon-Z and left. He attempted to undo the damage done, tried to revert the creature back to its form that was yet unfinished but still had the capacity for potential and growth.

Every attempt was a failure.

3. Beheeyem (Cerebral Pokemon)

Beheeyem Pokédex entries: “Rumors of its origin are linked to a UFO crash site- … It uses psychic power to control an opponent’s brain and tamper with its memories.”

During a routine expedition at Crash Site Omega to collect parts for the portal, Fiddleford had a dangerous close encounter of the third kind with this Pokemon. Ambushing them, and rendering Ford incapacitated with mysterious strobing flashes from his multicolored fingers, Fiddleford was forced to fight the Pokémon alone. Despite his terror, he was able to overpower the Pokemon with his own and even managed to capture him.

Even after the threat was subdued, what made this encounter all the more terrifying is that when he and Ford returned home safely, even though Ford recovered, he had no memory of the incident and no memory of the Pokémon itself at all. Keeping the fact that he had captured him a secret, Fiddleford discreetly studied the creature and determined that it uses the lights on its fingers to alter memories, even able to erase them entirely.

It was through his studies of this Pokémon’s abilities that he was able to develop the technology used for the memory gun.

4. Zigzagoon (Tiny Raccoon Pokemon)

McGucket’s racoon wife. I’d rather not elaborate.

5. Galarian Meowth > Perrserker

Galarian Meowth Pokédex entry: “Living with a savage, seafaring people has toughened this Pokémon’s body so much that parts of it have turned to iron.”

Most Meowth of this typing are such because of their rough and tumble lives sailing the seas, but the Meowth that McGucket finds doesn’t seem to have been included or maybe he just didn’t get the memo. Instinct still driving him to the water, he spent all his time at the lake, swimming up to people on their boats and pestering them with his oddly aggressive and unsettling behavior. Old Man McGucket found him while doing the same exact thing. For a little while they fought over their territory before Tate chased them both out. Meowth then follows McGucket to live in the dump with no other place to go. They formed a truce though still occasionally scuffled with each other over scraps.

During Weirdmageddon, Meowth evolves into Perrserker. His resilient, fighting side coming out in full force.

6. Psyduck > Golduck

Psyduck Pokédex entries: “Always tormented by headaches. … When its headache intensifies, it starts using strange powers. However, it has no recollection of its powers, so it always looks befuddled and bewildered.”

Psyduck is another Pokemon McGucket met at the lake. She inexplicably started following him with panicked but rapt intent which greatly disturbed McGucket as he believed that she was a rubber duck come to life that was plotting to steal his bathtub. Being a creature that possessed mysterious psychic abilities, she probably followed him with meaningful intent. However, she can’t quite seem to remember what it was.

She also evolves during Weirdmageddon. She acquires control of her powers. An intelligent force to be reckoned with.

[ideas-of-immortality]

More Annodite Culture HCs

The rituals they are complex. Because Annodites are conditionally immortal (energy cannot be created or destroyed only changed logic), when an Annodite decides to pursue another romantically, it can take a long ass time. The courting rituals involve things like light shows to show their skill at manipulating energy, terraforming dead worlds to show they can provide (leftover from when Annodites were more earthly bound, now it's just them showing off their creativity). Verdona's flower's were how she courted Max. That's why she leaves them at their little pond. She taught Gwen and Ben how to make them, cause it's one cultural element that she felt they should know. Since there aren't any strict family units on Anodyne, anyone is technically allowed to object to a courting advance if they are familiar enough with the courtee. As a result Annodites like Verdonna genuinely don't understand the shallow aspects of marriage like tax benefits, and moving in together. Is it not enough to be bound together across space and time spiritually and energy wise??? Max and Verdonna did the equivalent of the Romeo and Juliet time period for Annodites. "YOU MET HIM YESTERDAY?" "I LOVE HIM!!!" A real shotgun wedding level of pacing.

Young Annodites are often brought to stellar nurseries for playdates with other Annodites and energy beings. As the rampant creation of new stars leaves plenty of energy for the kids to absorb the parents don't have to worry too much about controlling their kids outbursts. Young Annodites have a tendency to have difficulty controlling their energy output, think Coronal Mass Ejections type stuff, so usually the parent(s) will act as energy dampers.

Annodites don't really have any sense of taste, and Verdonna's cooking was actually worse than Max's... just Carl and Frank preferred bland flavorless food to anything that had eyeballs and mysterious goop. When Ben activates his Annodite form he actually crashes out when he realizes he can't taste chili fries or smoothies and demands Verdonna teach him how to reform his taste buds when in Annodite form. Good news his spice tolerance goes up infinitely.

For the prime universe Gwen is actually pretty rare as an Annodite choosing to stay in her human form, she also dislikes the telepathy aspect of communication. Most Annodites that mingle with offworlders, if their kids have the spark will take the kids back to Annodyne as it's a matter of cultural preservation and safety and untrained Annodite can cause serious harm. Hence why Verdonna was so harsh and fought her own grandkids.

Gwen's Magic is Magic, fuck whatever shit UAF said, magic is a thing, Annodites feed on and manipulate energy, that energy is also called Mana by magic users. The difference is that magic users have limitations while Annodites technically are only limited by the laws of physics of whatever universe they're in and their own energy reserves. Theoretically if an Annodite ended up outside the time streams like paradox they'd probably become a god.

Annodites are high sensory seeking beings, loving music and places with lively energy. Annodites blend in but you can usually find the younger ones at parties all over the galaxy.

[obwjam]

for the prompt, 26 and peter quill with a teenage borrower?

this has been sitting in my inbox for over a month LOL so sorry anon who was probably expecting something better, much sooner

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“Aw, c’mon, bud. I’m not that scary, am I?”

You gulped. He kind of was, but you weren’t going to say that. 

See, you knew exactly who this guy was – Star Lord, leader of the famous Guardians of the Galaxy. He was so famous that even borrowers knew who they were, and your kind tended to stay so secluded that they barely knew anything about the giants of your world.

It was the thing you hated the most. Giants were fascinating! They did things with such ease, and they never had to worry about basic survival like you did. You knew if you could study them up close, you could learn something and help make life better for all of you.

Unfortunately, you really failed to take into account how utterly terrifying it was going to be.

“Aw, man…” Peter frowned. He had noticed this little thing following him around this shop – they couldn’t have been more than 16 years old. He pretended that he didn’t notice them, since he knew they definitely thought they were being sneaky, but they were so caught up in following him that they didn’t notice the ledge of the shelf they were running across was rapidly approaching, and before they knew it, they were tumbling toward the ground. Peter caught them, and now they were sitting in his cupped hands, wide-eyed and trembling.

Guess he was that scary.

“Hey, don’t – c’mon, it’s alright, don’t cry!”

Crap, you were crying. That’s so embarrassing! you yelled in your head, furiously trying to blink away the tears without moving too much, but it was no use. You thought you were being sneaky. You thought you were being brave. But when it came down to it, you were just as terrified as everyone else in your village.

“Shit, um–” Quill looked around, making sure nobody else was nearby. The rest of the Guardians were waiting back on the ship, since this was supposed to be a quick stop to get these little cookies that reminded Peter of Oreos. “Hold on, ‘lil dude, I’m takin’ us somewhere else.”

You whimpered at the sudden movement, too stubborn to stabilize yourself in fear of looking even weaker than you felt now. A few minutes felt like a few hours, but soon, you stopped moving. Quill had found a quiet corner outside the shop.

“Okay, I think we’re safe here,” he huffed, leaning against a dirty brick wall. He took a moment to look you over – wide eyes, heavy breathing, arms pinned tensely at your side. He wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed, but he knew he had to calm you down. 

“What’s your name? Can you tell me that?”

You squeezed your eyes and shook your head. Even if you wanted to tell him, the words would have gotten caught in your throat.

Peter sighed. “Okay. Names later, that’s cool, that’s cool. Well, I’m Peter Quill, people call me Star-Lord.”

You nodded. “I know.”

Quill perked up at the impossibly small sound of your voice. “You know me, huh? I’m that famous?”

You couldn’t help but giggle. How could he not know how famous he was?

You didn’t notice Peter’s soft smile. Maybe he would get through to you after all.

“How old are you, little buddy?”

You hesitated. “...Fifteen.”

“Fifteen?! My god, little dude. You shouldn’t be out alone! Where are your parents?” Quill nearly laughed when he said those words. He never thought he would be the scolding parent type.

You shrunk back. “I…” You didn’t expect him to get mad! And you couldn’t just tell him, either. Why did he have to ask that?!

Peter could immediately tell he had just asked a sensitive question. “Woah, hey, I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, feeling the tears splashing down on his palm. “I, uh, I get it.”

You tilted your head.

“Well, I lost my mom when I was real young, back when I lived on earth.” He said that like you should know what earth was. “And my dad… well, I kind of killed my dad, but I didn't even meet him until a few months ago.” He smirked at the look of sheer confusion on your face. “Oh, don’t worry. He totally deserved it.” A pause. “Anyway! What I’m saying is… I know what it’s like not to have…” He trailed off. “But I’ve got my friends, and that’s more important, anyway. Do you have any friends around?”

You gulped. One of the most sacred borrower rules was to never reveal the existence of others if you were to get caught. Of course, you had already broken the most sacred law, which was to never be seen, no matter what. 

You couldn’t help but really reflect on the question he just asked. Sure, you lived with the village, but after what happened to your parents, you were rarely allowed to leave. They didn’t even know you had left to observe Star-Lord. They were gonna be real mad about that.

“...I’ll assume by your long pause and contemplative looks that the answer is, it’s complicated.”

You shook your head sadly. You don’t know what compelled you to admit this; maybe you respected his attempt to sympathize with you. Or maybe you just really wanted his help. 

“I… I thought – if I could watch you, I could learn from you,” you squeaked. “Make things better for me. For everyone.”

Quill felt his heart swell. That was an adorable admission. 

“But – but nobody listens to me,” you continued. “They don’t care what I have to say. They probably don’t even – I doubt they even noticed that I’m gone.”

A moment passed before Peter spoke again. “Well, what did you learn?”

“Well, I… I learned that giants can be really nice.” You instantly blushed. Did you just say that out loud?

Quill knitted his eyebrows. “Are we not supposed to be?”

“Well… yeah,” you said. “That’s why I’m not supposed to be seen.”

“Gotta say, little bud, you’re doing a terrible job at not being seen.”

Quill was relieved to see you laugh at that. He didn’t know why, but he felt this tug toward you. Maybe it was because you seemed to be receptive to his jokes, or maybe it was the way you looked at him with those pleading eyes. Yondu was there for him when he needed it most – maybe you needed someone like that, too.

“So,” Quill started, “you really want to learn from me?”

You nodded tentatively. What was he getting at?

“Well, if it’s alright with you… why don’t you come hang out with me and the Guardians for a bit?”

You nearly fell over. “What?”

Quill smiled. “You could learn how to fight, how to build stuff, how to pilot a ship… well, maybe not that last part, because nobody flies the Milano but me. But you could definitely watch.”

“Are… are you serious?”

Peter nodded. “Of course I am. Plus, this place sucks, right? Like, it’s totally boring.” 

“It – it is pretty uneventful around here.”

“Exactly. See? I think you already know the answer.”

You thought about it for a moment. You would be leaving, totally unannounced. The village would go frantic searching for you… if they even noticed you were gone. You could actually see what was out there! You could learn skills you only dreamed of having. You could protect yourself… just like the giants could.

“I’ll go with you!”

Now, Quill was beaming. “I knew it. Your life is about to become insanely awesome, little bud. Just wait until you meet the others.”

You couldn’t help but beam along with him as he walked away, the landscape you once called home melting further and further in the difference before disappearing completely. 

Peter Quill wasn’t so scary after all.

[magistralucis]

tell me about morelikethestars or vitanuova!

(Two people asked this, you and @cyberkn1fe. I'll put the overall description here.)

More Like the Stars is the working title for my very first Warhammer 40K fic, which I've been scribbling off and on for the past year 😅 we live on archipelagos is the first one I put online, but it's not the first one I began writing, oh no... I've been working on this one since I first read The Infinite and the Divine in June 2023.

The plot is lengthy. After I&D Orikan drops all pretenses, and sets out on the path towards godhood, except literally everyone has an opinion on his doings and tries to be an obstacle in this endeavour. This is not helped by the fact that the one person he expected would stop him (Trazyn) has gone AWOL, and Orikan is forced to confront just how difficult it has become to exist without Trazyn, not just emotionally but politically/socially/philosophically. Trazyn has his own reasons for declining to be in Orikan's presence, and is not interested (or tries very hard to be not interested) in solving Orikan's problems. The Imotekh vs Szarekh situation rages in the background, as well as third parties who have no faith in either of their approaches, although they aren't the focus of the story. It's a huge mess and no one is happy about the situation, but at least there is angst, which I believe to be the foundation of all good WH40K fics 😂 Here's a snippet from before Trazyn goes AWOL, where Orikan still retains his I&D era bitterness, and doesn't realize this will be one of the last times he sees Trazyn.

Orikan left after that. He stormed straight back into the Zodiac's Fury and left the planet in his dust. Trazyn neither bid him farewell nor acknowledged his departure - didn't care, it seemed, where Orikan ended up, as long as it was not at Solemnace. Orikan was, perhaps, unreasonably mad about it, but he knew not how to explain this to himself nor the archaeovist. So he stayed in Mandragora, fuming away the years, until the twenty-first such solar turn brought Trazyn into his orbit again. This meeting was not intended. Orikan did not even realize it would happen until Trazyn was well on his way, and he was bewildered to hear of it at all, since he happened to be on Gidrim at the time. "Coming to meet Nemesor Zahndrekh, did you say?" He demanded of the general's long-suffering vargard. "And he… the nemesor… allowed it? He personally issued him permission to land?" Not just any land, Sautekh territory, the dynasty most inclined towards vaporizing Trazyn instantly. The idea he'd be invited anywhere near this part of the galaxy was absurd - so much that Orikan hadn't even thought to pluck that particular thread of time, else he'd have nipped it in the bud. "That is correct, Master Orikan." Obyron replied evenly, and Orikan hissed as he flicked his tail. "My lord was glad to hear of his coming. He has not received many visitors in Gidrim recently." "But to receive him for the lack of others? No, that cannot be." Nevertheless, it was what it was. Orikan stared sullenly up at the sky as the inevitable truth of Trazyn's arrival solidified within him. "I am concerned he will harm the nemesor. I say you'd be best off engaging the planetary defenses, blow up his ship on sight."

I don't know if this one will ever be finished or published. I'm okay with it either way, because sometimes you scribble in order to have a figurative sketchpad for other, more complete ideas. There's a lot of worldbuilding in More Like the Stars that I used for my other stories instead - descriptions of the Nephrekh in Viridian were originally developed here, for example. Like with many other things, we'll see.

[themculibrary]

Baby Groot/Groot Masterlist

A Good Team (ao3) - FormlessVoidbeast groot/rocket M, 2k

Summary: Rocket and Groot make a good team, and Groot isn't going to let a little thing like completely incompatible biology prevent them from taking very good care of each other.

always, really and forever (ao3) - Cyndi M, 26k

Summary: Friendship is the most understated form of love.

Groot’s quest to understand love goes awry when Rocket ends up in the hospital because of his out-of-control drinking. Without his social crutch around, Groot suddenly finds himself having to prove his competence again and again.

A Short List of Relevant Skills and Abilities (ao3) - ignipes T, 2k

Summary: They're very good at a lot of things, but none of those things are very good.

family (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 10k

Summary: When Rocket tries to enroll Groot into a prestigious preschool, he discovers the people in charge there don’t have Groot’s best interests in mind. When they forcibly remove Groot from the only family that he’s ever known, Rocket will stop at nothing in order to get him back.

But time is of the essence: If Rocket fails to prove that Groot should be reunited with his family and that Rocket should be given full parental rights and allowed to formally adopt Groot as his son, they might never see Groot ever again.

Found Family (ao3) - fabrega G, 2k

Summary: "Where did it come from?"

"I am Groot," Groot declares.

"Who would just hand you a baby?!"

Freedom Day (ao3) - Cyndi groot/rocket T, 35k

Summary: Groot and Rocket are friends who have each others' backs and take care of each other no matter what. Now what are they celebrating and why are they celebrating? (Autistic!Groot)

good night (ao3) - HippieGeekGirl G, 376

Summary: Groot can’t sleep, and Rocket needs a little comfort.

Grow, Grow, Grow (ao3) - Eclectic_Goddess G, 715

Summary: Self-realization should be a shocking thing. Instead, it comes slowly and steadily. With each bud, each new leaf, each new bit of growth brings more with it, until…

Groot.

Growing Up Groot (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 6k

Summary: After The Battle of Xandar, Rocket mourns the loss of the only person in the galaxy that has ever cared about him. In a tribute, Rocket plants some twigs that came from his friend’s body to keep as a memory of their friendship. Little does Rocket know, that he will gain a new friend.

I Can Fix This (ao3) - laylabinx T, 6k

Summary: "I can fix this, Quill; just you watch. I can fix this. We'll be out of here in no time." Rocket rambles because he's afraid if he doesn't, he'll suddenly realize how totally and utterly screwed they are.

i’ll be there for you (ao3) - Izzyaro (Isilarma) T, 2k

Summary: If Rocket has faith in anything, it’s that Groot will never let him down.

name game (ao3) - SPARROWFOOT N/R, 6k

Summary: Peter, Drax, Mantis, Groot, Nebula, and Rocket. A bunch’a jackasses sitting in a circle. The core Guardians of the Galaxy, sans Gamora, and — yeah, that will never not sting. So it’s probably for the best that they find their own path, but Peter’s always found it hard to let go of the past. The Guardians will live on, and they will always be family, but they’ll never be this group, in this time, ever again.

“Alright, alright,” Rocket says, with a half-assed attempt at his usual swagger. “Here’s how this is gonna work. We’re gonna, one at a time, name a raccoon baby.” He reaches into the box, pulling one away from the pack. Its little paws knead at the air, trying to find a surface. “Then we’re gonna tag it. Then they’re gonna get to run free ‘round Knowhere until they’ve grown enough to go home.”

Before the Guardians formally disband, Rocket asks one last thing of them all.

of groots and death buttons (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 4k

Summary: Groot is a fast learner. However, when it comes to a certain weapon that Rocket taught Groot how to build for himself, it is Rocket’s responsibility to teach Groot how to handle said weapon as to not put others at risk of death or bodily harm.

The Care and Feeding of a Baby Groot (ao3) - JenTheSweetie T, 1k

Summary: If Rocket wanted to babysit a stick in a pot, that was his business.

We Are (ao3) - Psilent (HereThereBeFic) N/R, 1k

Summary: “I hope you don't mind that I come here. I... appreciate your company. And the quiet.”

(For a prompt on the Guardians of the Galaxy livejournal kink meme: Five (or four) times Groot comforted one of the Guardians and one time they comforted him.)

you’re still young, that’s your fault. (ao3) - DigitalMeowMix T, 3k

Summary: Trying to raise your best friend after he’s turned into a child is hard work. This is definitely not what Rocket signed up for. He just wants his damn partner back.

Scenes from an unconventional parenthood