#and he's still remembering the baby girl he gave to the Jedi

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Chapter 3: Settling In.

Sabine and Shin start to figure out married life. Later, Sabine properly meets the Dins.

Notes: The adult Omega prologue to this chapter will make sense after next chapter. Also it takes place shortly after the Battle of Yavin. Props to whoever gets the in-joke about the N-1. Mando’a glossary can be found in the end notes.

Nine Years before the Ignition

A small shuttle flew low over the tallgrass prairies of Lothal. As it neared the Ghost, it turned around and rapidly slowed for a landing. Hera smiled, remembering back to her childhood when a group of rogue clones saved her family. The landing ramp lowered, and a signature Kaminoan accent shouted “Rex! I got your message!” A tall woman with blonde hair and a red headband dashed across the gap between the two ships and embraced an old man. Her brother returned the hug, “It’s good to see you Omega.” He then began to introduce the two women, “Omega, this is the head of our starfighter corps, H—” Omega cut him off, “Hera Syndulla, long time no see!” As Hera embraced her old acquaintance, Rex asked, “You two…know each other?” Hera always kept her past secret, “Oh, I didn’t tell you? Omega and her older brothers helped my family out years ago, back when we were both young girls.” Omega laughed, “Hera, I hate to break it to you, but all my brothers are younger than me.” “Right, right, clone aging. So Rex tells me you’re a pilot?” “Mostly shuttles these days, but I can fly anything.” She gestured to the craft she arrived in, “Oh-Too here is a Sigma-class. Modified, of course.” She looked exceptionally proud of it. Hera was just glad to find a pilot with Koensayr experience, “Good, we just received an anonymous donation of Y-wings. You up for flying with Gold Squadron?”

One Year after the Ignition

Sabine slowly emerged from sleep as her bedroom lights gently brightened. “Good morning love,” cooed her girlfriend—no, wife. Shin had always been more of a morning person than her. A slurred “morning baby” was all she could muster while attempting to sit up. But she was too tired from the previous night, and gave up halfway, electing instead to rest her head on Shin’s bare stomach. She could feel her beloved wolf tucking her yellow hair behind her ear and leaning in for a kiss. “So you managed to survive last night?” Shin asked, barely above a whisper. A quick nod. “Would you like more?” Sabine thought for a moment then answered, “In a bit, I wanna snuggle a bit more first.” And so the two Mandalorian Jedi lingered a bit longer in the space between wakefulness and sleep.

—

Sabine sat on the bed, currently without sheets. They had been thoroughly soaked, and Shin had helpfully stashed them in a corner while Sabine was using the refresher. She should probably message Bo-Katan and ask where the laundry facilities were. She opened up her datapad and saw a calendar populated with a variety of meetings. She scowled, then opened an inbox full of answered messaged. She shouted towards the refresher

“Shin?” “Yes darling?” “Why is there a full calendar on my datapad?” “That’s the Clan Wren calendar, Bo-Katan gave me the key to it during the party. She gave you one too.” “Why is it full tho?” “I filled it out this morning while you were asleep.” “Without telling me? You know I can handle all this myself, right?”

Shin could hear the hurt in Sabine’s voice. She turned off the water and emerged from the refresher. After grabbing a towel, she walked up to a Sabine on the brink of tears. “I just wanted to make your job easier, love. You don’t have to carry all this responsibility.”

After hearing her wife’s words, Sabine started to break down. She grabbed Shin’s still-wet body and managed to eke out, “I’m just tired of not being in control of my own life.” Even tho she loved being married to Shin, living together on Mandalore, the fact that she was forced onto this path still hurt. Shin’s arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. “I’m sorry, Sabine,” she said, ignoring the tears and snot running down her shoulder, “I won’t do any more Clan Wren business without talking to you first.” Sabine’s cries slowed. Never before had someone apologized so quickly for taking away her agency. “Thank you, I think that would be good. I’m sorry for overreacting and getting my snot all over you.” 

“No darling, I’ve seen you overreact and this isn’t it. A little snot is nothing compared to the explosives you usually use. Some more time in the refresher is better than a bacta tank.” Shin broke the hug and grabbed the box of tissues Shysa Mereel had given them as part of his housewarming gift. Wiping away some of Sabine’s tears, she said, “I’ll be right back. I love you, Sabine.” After a few kisses on Sabine’s forehead and cheeks, she returned to the refresher.

—

Bo-Katan was still wearing her helmet. She tended to not wear her helmet most days, a habit from an earlier era, when simply wearing armor was the political statement. But today, she was hungover, and the helmet could both dim and quiet the world around her. And thankfully, nobody expected her to be the “proper” ruler her sister was, so her odd posture (well, more odd than usual) wasn’t unexpected. As the third meeting of the day wrapped up, she left the throne room to join her beloved armorer in their apartment.

As the door slid open, Bo-Katan was greeted by a hug. “Stars, these arms are wonderful,” she thought. “Cyar, are you burdened?” Her beloved Armorer had always known the right questions to ask. “Arms, you know I always am.” Together they took a seat on the couch, Bo-Katan resting her head on the Armorer’s chest, beskar on beskar. They breathed for a bit. Bo-Katan was the first to break the comfortable silence. “Do you think we were right to push the Wrens into marriage?” The Armorer thought for a moment. “Why do you worry? They obviously love each other.” “Yes but…it feels like we arranged their marriage. And I never liked when my father tried arranging relationships.” Bo-Katan thought back to the various men and women that had been “selected” for her, most of them boring, high-ranking clan members. “Bo, that was a necessary decision as Manda’lor. If they found it too harsh, there are other neutral systems to seek sanctuary in.” 

“Do you think we should be married?” Bo-Katan’s silence-breaking question was not unexpected given their previous conversation. “I have considered it. But we have no rush. Perhaps, in time, we will.” The Armorer could feel her lover’s smile from inside her helmet. “I think I’d like that.”

—

Sabine watched the Naboo fighter touch down next to the Wolf. As the canopy opened, she called out to its pilot. 

“Din Djarin, right? Sweet ride.”  “Yes, thanks. It’s what I first explored Mandalore with.” “Really? Not much of a bounty hunting ship.” “Oh, I’ve been out of the bounty hunting business for a while. I do security on Nevarro these days.” “Nevarro? That’s on the other end of the Galaxy. The Hydian way is fast, but how did you extend the N-1’s range?” “I guess my mechanic on Tatooine extended the range when we rebuilt it.”

By this point Sabine had begun a thorough inspection. While starfighters weren’t exactly her hobby, she could appreciate a vintage craft when she saw one.

“‘Rebuilding’ is definitely the right word. Replacing the vapor manifold with a turbonic venturi power assimilator must give the sunlight engines a huge kick.” “Yeah, on my test flight I was accosted by some X-wings, and when I flipped the Kineso-switch, I think they thought I jumped to lightspeed.” “Spooky. Good job removing the tail. Heard they were a nightmare to store with them. But what the kriff did you do to the paint job?” “I like the bare metal look.” “Yeah but the raw durasteel completely clashes with the hand-polished chrome! These pathetic stripes aren’t doing you any favors either.” “Right, like you could do better?”

Djarin realized how stupid that question was about one second after he asked it. Sabine’s armor was clearly a testament to her skill as an artist, being able to make it look completely normal and completely outlandish at the same time. “Come on, At least let me paint your clan signet.” He thought for a moment, the responded, “let me think about it.” Sabine’s look was somewhere in between complacency and resignation. She gestured at the bubble in the droid socket, “I assume that’s for the little guy?” “Yes. Want to properly meet him? I think his lessons are almost done.” 

—

“Hi there little buddy.” Sabine was trying to understand how this small person was 51 years old. He looked like what Ezra and Ahsoka had described Master Yoda as. But like, as a child. And then she felt his presence in the Force. “I see, Din Grogu. I’m Sabine Wren. I’ve been waiting to actually meet you for a while.” Grogu turned his head, slightly confused. “Well not a while a while, but ever since I first heard of you.”

“So you can understand him?” Djarin still could not hear his son. “It’s…complicated. He has thoughts and feelings, but processes the world in a way that is somewhat different to us. Ori’aale, Kih’miite.” Sabine certainly talked in ways that sounded like a Jedi, but somehow her Mando’a was better than his. “When he’s ready to speak, he will. But until then, just keep teaching him, he wants to learn.” Djarin thought for a moment. “Are you interested in teaching him? Every Jedi I’ve met has a strong opinion about that.” 

Sabine sensed more hesitation from Djarin. “That’s not the only reason you ask.” Her matter-of-fact tone seemed to catch him off-guard. “Well, ever since he chose to leave his Jedi training to be with me, I’ve been feeling a little guilty. I’ve always comforted myself by saying ‘you can’t walk both ways.’ But then…” “But then you met me.” Sabine felt the hidden maelstrom of emotions inside him, a father trying to do right by his son. “I don’t know if I can take him on as an apprentice. Certainly not as a traditional Jedi would, I started my training as an Adult. But I think you two aren’t interested in what a traditional Jedi would do.” She knelt down next to Grogu. “So, what do you think? How about some Jedi lessons with Ba’jur Wren?” She hoped her emphasis on lessons rather than training would soothe Grogu’s misgivings about his past Jedi experiences. His smile was worth a thousand words.

—

As Sabine returned from her visit with the Dins, Jacen opened the door to Clan Wren’s new home. “Ezra! Aunt Sabine is back!” She took in the aromas of the apartment. “What’s that wonderful smell?” Ezra smiled from the kitchen, “I’m making Leftover Chop, Lothal-style.” Sabine made her way over to her wife, wrapping her arms around Shin’s chest from behind, and exchanging some small kisses. A lightsaber sat partially disassembled on the table. “Shin was showing me how her lightsaber works,” Jacen explained with enthusiasm. “Ezra said I can make one too, once I connect to the Force enough.” Ezra brought over a skillet filled with the remnants of the wedding afterparty, fried with some steamed grain. “Yeah, it’s definitely because I philosophically believe you should have experience with the Force first, and not because my saber skills are extremely rusty.” Sabine sat down in between her brother and her lover. “Well Jacen, did Ezra tell you that I learned how to use a lightsaber before I became a Jedi?” “What? No. That’s so cool!” “It’s because I’m Mandalorian.” Sabine was grinning as she filled her plate. “Mmmm yeah that’s why,” Shin added to the conversation with some light ribbing, “It’s not because it took a long time for you to connect to the Force.” Ezra came to her sister’s defence, “No actually, that is why. Kanan and I had to teach her how to use the Darksaber so she could lead Mandalore.” Shin raised an eyebrow, “Is this the story you promised telling me about shortly being Manda’lor?” Sabine rolled her eyes, “Fine, I’ll tell you now. It all started when Ezra…” 

—

Notes: Yes I named the ship after Tech (Nine-Nine-Oh-Too). Since it’s not a recognizable ship class in the last scene, I’m declaring it to be the Legends Koensayr Sigma-class shuttle, the same company as the Y-Wing

Mando’a Glossary:

Cyar: love, pronounced “shar” (or the first syllable of “Charlene”)

Manda’lor: the ruler of Mandalore

Ori’aale: lit. “big thoughts”

Kih’miite: lit. “small words”

Ba’jur: teacher

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What did everyone and Carlisle think of Hong's speech when Ed first came back? Everything Hong said has come tru, vampire memories are eternal, do any think what he said about Ed is true?

“I don’t want to believe that he’d return and meet with this girl only for the sake of his pride,” Carlisle said, “At least, I believe him when he says he’s concerned she may have noticed, that he’s trying to protect us in the only way he knows how, and that he’s so concerned by his need to make up for this mistake that he’s not thinking clearly.”

“I am saying, Hong,” Carlisle said, “That neither you nor Edward are wrong, neither of you is lying, and to run with the Jedi theme a little longer both of you are telling the truth from a certain point of view.”

Hong said it was from pride and obsession. Ed gave no other reason than Bella suspecting which would be why you should leave, not stay but Carlisle ignores it????

Can Hong analyze Carlisle once to his face? Would be so funny. And watch Carlisle denying being in denial.

The Seventh Seal

Let's Take a Few Steps Back

Do the Cullens know that?

Remember that, as a reader, you have multiple cheat sheets the Cullens don't have:

Narration from the point of view of Hong Bellamy who can read other's thoughts, futures, and alternate timelines

Knowledge of canon

Knowledge of this heretical blog

The Cullens have exactly none of those things.

It's easy for us readers/writers to ask "Well, why don't they realize X, what are they, stupid?" because we have a lot of information they just don't have as well as biases they don't have.

The Cullens have lived with Edward for a hundred years, most of that time he's been a model citizen, why should they take Hong's word for anything?

Shit Hong Says and Does

It's also important to remember what Hong looks like from the outside. The story's very skewed in terms of perspective as Hong is our narrator.

Naturally, Hong thinks everything Hong does is perfectly reasonable. Why of course he had to melt Laurent and James into a puddle, why do you ask? Ugh, you Cullens are so annoying, peace.

So, briefly, from the outside, here is some of the batshit things Hong Bellamy has said:

I intend to lie about my origins to your face

I am not lying about my origins to your face because I knew you wouldn't believe it

My father was a vampire (vampires are known to be sterile)

I ate my way out of my mother's womb then feasted on her corpse

I learned English inside my mother's womb which is how I wasn't a feral monstrosity at birth

My gift is the Force

I am not in any way romantically or platonically interested in Bella Swan, however her safety is my number one priority and I will bring her up at every moment I can

I put all this blood in the basement to prove vampires have souls: I will not explain this

That blood I put in your basement did not come from a human. It smells like Bella Swan for reasons. I will not explain these reasons.

Carlisle, I actually was making a baby in that vat in the basement. It was for science. Do you think Rosalie would want it? Isn't that her entire point for existing?

Edward is an obsessive narcissist and predator who returned to Forks to murder the tasty girl in Biology

I could make human blood from nothing this whole time but chose not to drink it because... reasons. Free blood, anyone?

Carlisle gives Hong a lot of credence, far more than he should, but takes everything Hong says in the vein of "I have had an extremely warped upbringing/utter lack of society"

Carlisle views Hong Bellamy as having been raised by wolves.

Back to What Hong Said About Edward

There's still no proof and to the Cullens it doesn't seem as if anything has come true.

Edward came back, yes, and he had very poor excuses for why he came back. However, Bella Swan's still alive and the Cullen's haven't witnessed Edward obsessing over her like Hong claims.

Hong's statements look extremely unfounded and slanderous.

What Does Carlisle Think of the Speech?

Carlisle thinks Hong's cynical and has a warped perspective informed in part by his gift.

He thinks Edward's primary motivation was pride and insecurity, but that Edward genuinely believed that he was returning to protect his family and their way of life. It's a matter of Edward being young, emotionally vulnerable, and wanting to do the right thing while having the wrong priorities.

That's the "neither of you is really wrong, here" statement he gets at.

He's not touching that "obsession" bit with a ten foot pole if only because it sounds utterly insane and Hong has presented 0 evidence to support it.

Can Hong Psychoanalyze Carlisle?

I mean, they are on a road trip together, so it's probably coming.

[starlightrows]

Welcome back to Krax Watches! We all know what day is! It’s Ahsoka time baby!

Episode 1

Oooh scrolling text with ship passing through space opening!! The nostalgia!!!

“You’ve got the bridge” and the captains chair is giving Star Trek

I smell deception, and your hood looks like it came from Space Spirit Halloween

This set design is making me emotional. A New Hope vibes

I liked the antagonist lead in

The Master and The Apprentice, strong first title I hope it’s a double meaning to these villains and Ahsoka and Anakin

Ahsoka!!!! Girl I missed you!!!

I still wish they had done more/better with her montrals and lekku, but I’m kinda over that now

These remind me of the stones from The 5th Element… or a Zelda shrine puzzle

Are these carvings the witches of Dathomir?

That is the map from Treasure Planet

Why is the droid just waiting? Why didn’t it try to jump her while she was in the shrine pit?

I loved that she didn’t just go in for it with the droids! That is absolutely an Ahsoka move to be creative about it!

And sprinting to catch up with a ship! She’s gutsy!

Oh my god wait! Hyang! Is this the droid that helped the lil baby Jedi build light sabers?!

Fulcrum!!!

MOM!!!!! HERA!!!!

Why do Ahsoka and Sabine have beef? Did I forget something from Rebels?

The governor of Lothal looks like the sith bad guy

This is so fucking awkward

She is going to jump that ship

I stand corrected, that was way cooler

Lothal actually looks like it was really well done

Loth cat

Bitch why did you just leave your door wide open?

Ezra :(

Loth wolf on the wall behind her

This apprentice looks like the Negroni Sbagliato actor

Ooooooh I was right! But I was anticipating that she was a descendant of the night sisters

Blondie has a padawan braid….

Sabine has all of Ezra’s helmets he collected 🥲

I just realized the reason they probably have beef is because Ahsoka stopped actively searching for Ezra… that’s why guess

Woooooowwww a planet full of witches called Arana… how very DND

Am I forgetting things? Sabine can use the force? Was this a thing in Rebels?

I am not loving this animosity between Ahsoka and Sabine… especially if it’s because Ahsoka was trying to train her to be a Jedi and it didn’t work out. Sabine doesn’t need a Jedi/Force weilding character element

Listen, I know Sabine had to take the nap because she’s angsty and also the plot needs to further. But still.

“She did a thing when I explicitly told her not to” … yeah I’m sure you also did that shit too in your youth

It literally is the map from Treasure Planet

There is something about the pew pews and light saber zaps that just speak to my soul

Oh my god I was not expecting to watch Sabine get fucking SKEWERED

Episode 2

I’m glad they didn’t do the waking up in a bacta tank thing for Sabine

Space Stonehenge

That is an extremely narrow hospital bed

Hera’s worried mom face!

Hmmmmmmm did Ahsoka refuse to train Grogu because things went poorly with Sabine?

How old is Ahsoka supposed to be? Rebels took place 14 years post Order 66, Ahsoka would have been 17. So 30’s in Rebels. But I have no idea how long it’s been since then.

Thrawn is…. calling to her? Was Thrawn a force user?

CHOPPER!!!!

Wasn’t Ezra’s light saber blue? I can’t remember

Butt hurt is not a good look for Sabine

I love Hyang

Sassy Hera wins every day of the week

Damn those Space nazi’s

What is that helmet the bad guy is wearing?

Ahsoka stepping aside so the boomerang light sabers didn’t get her was cool, it would have been cooler if she stopped it’s trajectory and she snatched it

Mandalorian armor is just so god damn cool

She’s gonna have a perfect pixie cut or a bob in the next seen after she just gave herself a janky Mulan style single cut

It took me a second to realize that there are three bad guys. Who is under that helmet????

[keldae]

Fictober ‘18 - 3

It was only their second day on Rishi, all sequestered in the safehouse that Theron and Lana (and Jakarro) had procured. And during those two days, Xaja had come to a peak of nervous discomfort and uncertainty.

She was a Jedi, one of the Order typically sworn to not have a family. And yet, now she had two brothers and a father. She had met Sorand well over a year ago on Voss, while she had raced to stop the apocalypse and he had been gathering his strength to fight the Dark Lord of the Sith who had a death mark on his head. And she had met Korin months ago on the shuttle to Korriban, preparing an attack on the Sith Academy. She couldn’t say she was close with either of her brothers yet, but she certainly liked them well enough, and they seemed to like her too.

Her father… Xaja wasn’t sure. The idea that she was the daughter of Cipher Nine, Imperial Intelligence’s oldest and longest-lasting field operative, with a vicious streak a parsec wide and a kill list longer than her arm, was discomfiting. And yet, she had a vague memory of him helping her escape the Emperor’s station, freeing her from the shock collar the Sith had put around her neck to keep her compliant and under Vitiate’s control. And he had been nothing but charming in the few times she’d met him since Manaan, when he wasn’t poking fun at Theron.

She had no idea how she was supposed to feel about the grey-haired man who lazily sprawled over a panel of the safehouse roof, basking in Rishi’s sunlight while flicking through files on a datapad. Every sense of logic that she had insisted that he was an Imperial spy, and agents of the Empire weren’t to be trusted--

“If you wanted to chat, baby girl, you don’t have to just stand there.” Reanden glanced over in Xaja’s direction, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “I don’t bite.”

Chagrined at being caught, Xaja took a couple of cautious steps toward her father as he sat up and set the datapad to the side. “Sorry,” she quietly said, trying to not fidget with the hem of her tunic. “I just… I don’t know. I had questions.”

“I’ll bet you do. And you deserve some answers.” Reanden patted the roof panel beside him. “Come, sit. I’ll tell you as much as I can.”

“... But how can I trust you?” Xaja asked before she could stop herself. She tried to ignore the brief flash of hurt in her father’s eyes. “I barely know you, and what I know is you used to work for Imperial Intelligence -- hells, you’re something of a legend.”

“Not untrue,” Reanden nodded in agreement, his face schooled back to neutral calmness. “What reason would I have to lie to you?”

That made Xaja shrug. “I don’t know,” she quietly said. “I just…”

“... You don’t trust easily. You come by that honestly, from both your mother and I.” With a grunt, Reanden drew one knee closer to his chest and casually rested his elbow there. “You and your brothers all got somewhat kriffed in that genetic lottery -- sorry.”

A smile pulled at Xaja’s mouth despite her best efforts. It disappeared in a thoughtful frown. “... How did you and my mother meet? I don’t know much of anything about her from the Corellian Jedi.”

“The Green Jedi didn’t tell you anything about your mum?” That got a frown. “Blast it. Your mother was a legend on her own, sweetheart.” Reanden tilted his head in thought, lowly humming to himself as Xaja hesitantly approached him and sat down. “The first time your mother and I met, we were on assignments from our respective handlers to kill each other. We obviously both failed, multiple times -- it wound up becoming something of a game for the first several months to see who would end up knocked out or tied up in a more embarrassing predicament, courtesy of the other one…”

Three hours of nostalgic stories later, and Xaja started to feel that maybe, just maybe, she could trust her father as much as she was slowly learning to trust her brothers.

[cali-is-my-canvas]

MHA RAVE AU HEADCANONS

Part 1

Ok so I had started artworks for this idea because being a weeb and a raver, it only made sense to me.

So here’s a list of the MHA characters (all 18+) and what I think they’d be like as ravers including the genre, style and uh….. “party favors” they’d indulge in if they do indulge.

Izuku Midoriya

You can’t convince me that Deku isn’t a baby raver. He’s one of those that starts off wide eyed and so excited to start raving.

Definitely a budding Kandi Kid. He loves making kandi and trading with other people and he definitely takes videos or pics of his trades to add to his scrapbook.

Is the kind of baby raver that scrapbooks for his memories of each show/festival he goes to. He saves the admission bands and takes tons of pics.

Is fairly mainstream with his taste is DJs but will go to check out other sub genres if he goes with other groups. Mostly along the lines of Zedd, The Chainsmokers, David Guetta. Very house/pop vibes.

He’s very comfy style. Is big on merch shirts. Has a Fanny pack and a camel pack with essentials like gum, water, hair ties, a mini first aid kit, power banks, a couple fans and Vick’s.

Is the kind of guy that is very sweet so girls flock to him to either treat him like baby or flirt with him cuz he’s good boi. Will lift people on his shoulders, guy or girl.

Light show caretaker. He’s the one who holds your hand, fans you, will probably sit you in his lap whether you’re a guy gal or non binary pal.

His rave name is either Deku or Broccoli.

Izuku isn’t one to take any kind of “party favors”. If anything, he’s the one making sure everybody else is staying hydrated and safe. Usually the designated driver.

OFA gives him great strength which proves very useful when going to 3 day festivals as he ends up as the pack mule. Along with the multitude of other quirks attached ro OFA, he uses them as needed.

Shoto Todoroki

Wasn’t really ecstatic about raving but also didn’t hate the idea. He kinda just tagged along because Izuku wanted to go.

Also very big on house/pop/mainstream stuff. Will listen to trance on occasion but he has to really be in the mood.

Only really takes pics if he remembers or if Izuku tells him to. He likes to enjoy the shows in the moment.

Because he’s from a rich family, he usually gets to have VIP passes and will either sneak his friends in or just flat out walk them in. No fucks given.

Also very comfy. Will take his shirt off only if it gets too hot. Very little kandi but faithfully wears the one Izuku gave him.

Gets hit on a lot. Gives the strong silent type vibes so he lures in the girls but he’s kinda clueless. Will help put people on his shoulders if they ask but he’s not one to offer.

Not a big “party favor” person so he’ll just drink every now and again.

I feel like his rave name will be IcyHot, Peppermint, or something along those lines.

His dual-quirks of ice and fire help tremendously in warming people up or cooling them down.

Katsuki Bakugou

Katsuki took a bit of convincing but when he heard the boom of the bass, he was hooked. He loves the heavy beats and drops and loves to mosh pit.

Is a kandi kid but focuses more on head banging and rail breaking. The ones he trades kandi with are usually the ones he liked head banging with or got good vibes from. Will infamously wear his kandi gauntlets to festivals.

He is HEAVY on the bass. Very into hard style, dubstep, deathstep, drum and bass and moombatah. Sullivan King, Excision, Dion Timmer, etc.

Loves doing that headbanger thing with Kirishima where they lock hands and headbang at each other. Will also break his neck with Kirishima.

Absolutely is the type of guy to be shirtless the entire time. Will vary between bandanas, face masks, kandi masks or gas masks. Camel pack is a necessity and so is gum and vicks.

Does get hit on but his aggressive nature is off putting to most. Takes pics with a lot of people because of his Kandi gauntlets. If he does click with somebody he’s very possessive and the “party favors” make him very flirtatious and grabby but he’s v respectful.

Gives amazing back/shoulder rubs. Will usually put a girl in his lap when she gets a light show so she’s not uncomfy on the floor. For guys, he’s very selective but good vibes unless you give off Chad energy.

If he didn’t click with anybody at the show/festival and is feeling touchy feely, Kiri is his go to. Even if Kiri makes a connection, you’ll often see Katsuki close by and being the “tag team top” to Kiri.

Definitely uses “party favors”. Prefers E and acid. Big on Kandi Flipping. Will try Jedi Flipping but doesn’t wanna overdo it.

His rave name is either Dynamite or Grenade. Was almost gonna be Kacchan when he went with Izuku but he shut that down real fast.

His explosion quirk comes in handy with hyping up the crowd with mini explosion. They also double for giving light shows. Likes watching faces melt.

Kyoka Jirou

I definitely think she’s one of the ones that introduced everyone to raving to open up their music taste.

She listens to a little of everything but prefers house, trance, techno and probably a little psy-trance.

She’s definitely a budding DJ/Producer. Has her own EPs out on SoundCloud and shit. Definitely invites everyone she knows to her shows.

Not so big on kandi but she loves spreading the PLUR vibes. Will give hugs, braid hair, have spare hair ties, etc.

Super into hearing different types of music so will definitely wander around different stages.

Style is very lax but also very rocker. Ripped tank tops, fishnets, leg wraps face masks, boots.

Sometimes partakes in “party favors” but very low doses. Mostly E or molly water

She’s the kind that will give amazing massages when someone is getting a light show. Does get hit on but usually ends up befriending everybody.

Her raver name is tricky. I feel like she’d get something Joane Jet or something very rocker.

Her quirk is tricky for this environment. It can be a hit or miss. Because of the volume she obviously can’t amplify the sound. Because her ear jacks can move on their own, she usually is the one catching people’s stuff, getting a better grip on them etc.

Ochako Uraraka

Very bubbly and upbeat. Definitely pop-ish/mainstream vibes. Will randomly be on a bass kick and it’s frightening.

She was super excited to go to a rave and was very baby raver but she loves it now.

She’s definitely the type to wear the cutesy outfits with tutus and bright colors and patterns and the body glitter everywhere and jewels. Probably leg warmer floofs.

Loves Kandi and trading kandi. Super friendly and bubbly. Makes friends with everybody.

Carries a fanny pack with the basics. Usually relies on Izuku for water and stuffs.

She’s a molly water chick. No debating. She can’t take a whole dosage. She’s gotta take it in Gatorade or water. Has to be watched cuz her bubbly nature makes her wander off so she’ll usually be tethered to somebody.

Usually hyping up the light show artist while they melt your face off. Will fan you off, hold your hand, give you shoulder and scalp massages.

I feel like her nickname would be something like Pinkie Pie or Bubbles. Very fitting for her personality.

Her quirk is definitely a god send for the other vertically challenged ravers. She’ll use her quirk to help float up to get a better view. Izuku is usually nearby keeping Ochaco and whoever she floats in his hands so they don’t float away.

Eijirou Kirishima

Is good boi himbo who wanted to be included. Listened to dubstep and loved it.

Very much into dubstep, hard style, deathstep and moombatah. Drum and bass too because of Katsuki.

Is a headbanger and rail breaker. Loves doing the hand holding, head banging thingy with Bakugou and is always ready to dive into the moshpits. Is totally that guy that’s crazy in mosh pits but then profusely apologizes after.

Trades kandi like it’s water. He’s so cute and always down to make trades.

Is absolutely big good himbo boi who drank his respecc womens juice. He will happily give them a lift on his shoulders and will fight everybody who disrespects any girl at the raves. Douchebag Chads beware.

Relies on Katsuki for stuff like water and gum and shit.

Will partake in some “party favors” and makes sure he doesn’t dose too high so he can keep an eye out for the females in his group. E, Molly and Acid are a yes. Shrooms scare him

His rave name is totally Daddy Shark or Jaws or something shark related.

Unbreakable gives Kiri great strength which, much like Izuku, makes him one of the packmules for festivals. Also keeps him unscathed by moshpits and makes him a terror to Chads that are quick to throw hands.

Tsuyu Asui

Was invited to a show by Jirou at first but always tags along with Izuku and Ochaco and Shoto. The bigger the crowd the better.

I feel like while she’s very cute and bubbly, her outfits are more on the conservative side. Still cute and slightly sexy but she’s heavy on the frog aesthetic. Lots of greens and Froggies. Braid to keep her hair out of the way.

Also very mainstream. House heavy. Pop main.

Comfy shoes are a must. Has a camel back that is always filled with water. Carries a giant fan and always has Kandi. During the day, she likes to carry an umbrella so the sun isn’t such a pain.

Has tried “party favors” and every now and again she’ll partake. Prefers super light drinking around her group tho.

Is hit on but is always very nice to turn people down. She’s more focused on the fun and her friends rather than hooking up or anything.

Her froggy quirk isn’t of too much in the rave environment other than using that long tongue to reign in her wander friends.

Denki Kaminari

Was introduced to raving by Jirou and loves it. He’s definitely her hype machine, promoting her shows, pushing merch and even volunteering to use his quirk for lighting during her sets.

Will definitely join the Bakusquad at the hard style and dubstep stages. Also loves techno and moombatah. Loves the high energy stuff.

Neons and glow in the darks are big in his rave wardrobe. Can and will rock fishnets with pride. Tank tops are more common but will go shirtless if it gets too hot or he gets too touchy feely. Kind of a cyberpunk feel sometimes.

Is a die hard kandi kid. Usually has them in the theme of video games or anime. Basically his arms are covered in kandi but the ones from his friends stay safe in a Fanny pack.

As an avid raver, he knows what you need and has it when you need it. Chapstick? Check. Gum? Tons. Lighters? Honey it’s a sin that you’re even asking.

Absolutely partakes in “party favors” and gets very handsy and flirtatious. Is respectful but can be a handful. Usually ends up being babysat by Jirou. E, Molly, acid and shrooms.

Is a huge flirt. I personally feel like he’s Pan so the whole crowd is fair game for his flirting. Hella good kisser with guys girls and non binaries. Uses his quirk for minimal stimulation.

His quirk is definitely a raver’s delight. He’s usually the one helping power people’s phones, helping keep machines running in the off chance the power surge is too much. Uses it for stimulation during make out sessions or light shows. Will also give light shows. Can’t do it for too long though because the light shows require a lot of focus on maintaining the output to smaller levels.

His rave name is Pikachu and I’m not taking any arguments/complaints/criticisms.

Tenya Iida

Was invited a rave and didn’t mind it but too chaotic for his taste.

He’s usually the guy working the rave at the water stands, merch stands or medical tent.

Rave dad vibes. Yells to not run, drink water and highly discourages use of “party favors”.

Has been hit on a couple times but is a dork and it usually goes over his head.

T-shirts and cargo shorts are his staple outfit. Always with a camel pack

His engine quirk helps him get from one end of the festival grounds to the other in no time flat so he has a specific path for him to run through cuz those speeds will knock a bitch out.

Even though he doesn’t really rave he was given a rave name and it’s Sonic.

Mina Ashido

The epitome of a fucking rave queen. She’s one of the other reasons that everybody else got into raving.

Is everywhere. She listens to a bit of everything. Loves the energy of dubstep, loves shuffling to techno, can and will throws elbows in a mosh pit at a hard style stage and will sing with you at the mainstream stages.

She’s definitely a brand ambassador and wears all the cutest outfits with the coolest patterns and most awesome styles. Tastefully sexy outfits that show off just enough.

Absolutely a kandi kid. Very alien friendly themed kandi. Full arms of traded kandi and kandi that is yet to be traded.

She’s a super bright personality that draws people in. She gets equal attention from guys and girls and non binaries and will gladly make out with anybody that gives her a good vibe.

Definitely partakes in “party favors”. Loves Kandi Flipping and Jedi flipping. Is the kind to chew her cheek raw so she needs either a pacifier or lots of gum.

For obvious reasons, her quirk is a no no. Shooting acid everywhere? Yea let’s not.

Her rave name is Alien Queen or ET Babe

Hanta Sero

Absolutely loves raving and I’m gonna stick with the Latino HC. He is a moombatah and trap king. Also loves artists like Deorro that have a lot of Latin fusion in their stuff. When “Bailar” came out, he played it for hours on end.

Very lax clothes. Very much stoner style. But on rare occasions he goes with the Chad aesthetic. Has that undercut but with longer hair up top style and will often swing it it up in a man bun.

He’s a promoter for sure. Usually has access to backstage because he gets in good with DJs.

Does use “party favors” but is mainly 4/20 friendly. Loves shotgunning. Is usually the guy that carries extra “party favors”. Will def go on an acid or shroom trip with first timers.

Very sexually fluid so good vibes are pretty much all that are required. Hella god dancer and uses that to his advantage.

Has all the essentials. Especially lighters. Is the one that remembers the eye drops.

His rave name is definitely Papi or Rey (Spanish for King).

His quirk is another one that doesn’t have much use other than to wrangle in his wandering friends.

Momo Yaoyorozu

Wasn’t keen on going at first but when she saw that even Shoto was going, she thought she’d give it a try. Is another rich kid so does have the VIP access for the sake of having a good/comfy place to sit and rest.

Mainstream for sure. Very pop heavy vibes. Some house and trance

Very much the rave mom. Keeping everybody hydrated and safe.

Given that her quirk relies heavily on her energy and all that, she doesn’t partake in party favors

Tries to keep it cute but usually ends up looking more on the sexy side.

She’s been convinced to be a brand ambassador for the sake of modeling the clothes. But she always asks for the more covered up options.

Is too busy taking care of everybody to worry about meeting people.

Her quirk is perfect for raving. Being able to create anything certainly has come in handy. Makes her a god send to those who forgot something like lighter, chapstick, hair tie etc.

Her rave name would probably be Mama Momo.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Now this guy is heavy into psy-trance. Think more along the lines of artists like Infected Mushroom.

He’s the connect that everybody goes to. Meaning yes, he partakes in party favors. Particularly the psychedelics like shrooms and acid.

Very cyber punk/street wear vibes. Comfy but still fits that aesthetic. Absolutely uses either his voice mask or a gas mask.

He gives the mysterious vibe so he has a lot of people drawn to him. I feel like he gives major Pansexual vibes. He’ll mainly go make out with Denki if he’s solo.

Just a basic Fanny pack with a few things in it like gum, chapstick, lighter.

Definitely a glover. Loves giving light shows because it almost feels like he’s using his quirk.

Can use his quirk in this type of environment but the loudness makes it tricky. Will mainly use it for the purpose of making sure people take care of themselves.

Fumikage Tokoyami

I feel like Tokoyami would definitely be into more dubstep and psytrance.

He was very open minded about raving and definitely wanted to try it at least once.

Occasionally partakes in party favors but likes to be lucid.

Is also a glover like Shinsou. But with Dark Shadow, he can go all out with the tricks and visuals.

Very casual and comfortable. Baggy t shirts and sweats. Will sometimes dress with a cyber punk aesthetic if he feels like adding a little extra oomf.

Trades some kandi but not always.

Dark shadow is a conversation starter and the darkness proves to be particularly tricked but because there are constant sources of light (glow sticks, laser light shows, etc) it’s easily tamable.

Won’t put anybody on his shoulders but Dark Shadow will definitely help hoist somebody up for a better view.

Rave name would probably be things along the lines of ominous authors. So probably Edgar Allan Crow, F.T. Lovecraft, or just Lovecraft.

Keigo “Hawks” Takami

Oh this man? This man eats, sleeps, raves, repeats. He breathes PLUR.

He does partake in party favors but is responsible. He’s the one making sure you keep dosage to a minimal. E and Molly water. Acid sometimes. Shrooms make him feel funny

Can definitely afford the VIP tickets but would rather be in the crowd. Especially because he loves big groups. He’s definitely the kind of guy that gives Chad vibes when you first see him but he’s the complete opposite. Will definitely be the kind of guy to start shit with a Chad that won’t leave girls alone.

Totally shirt off the entire time. Will purposely do some subtle flexing just cuz he can.

Is totally hit on by guys gals and non binary alike. He is a looker so that’s to be expected. Usually cargo shorts are a go-to and he rocks bandanas.

Is a kandi kid for sure and loves to trade. He’s even made a few with his feathers attached but those are especially for people he REALLY vibes with.

He’s got a good mix of music taste. Will totally throw down with the hard stylers but definitely get lost and philosophical with the trancies.

Is a HELLA good kisser and uses his wings when he wants a little privacy.

Speaking of wings, those definitely come in handy at raves. I mean for one thing, they work like an umbrella when it’s hot out. Secondly they’re basically built in fans. Thirdly, they work for privacy. And he’ll totally fly you up and get you a better view of the show.

His charisma is definitely at 100 and I can totally see him getting you backstage to meet your fave artists.

The rave name is tricky but maybe Hawks will be the basic one. His friends use KFC or Red. No wait. Fuck it. Maverick or Top Gun. Something like that.

Alrighty my thirsty gremlins. I’m gonna stop this here. I’m getting a tad lazy so if there are other characters you wanna see from MHA as ravers, blow up my asks and I’ll make a part 2.

[elenamiria]

Luke Skywalker x Reader - Kinktober Day 6

Cuckolding | Distention | Shibari | Roleplay 

Word Count: 1.4k (Like are we surprised at this point that I’m way over 500) Warnings: Roleplayed dub-con (Luke and reader are in a relationship and discussed this roleplay before hand), implied previous slavery, hands in binders, rough face fucking, rough sex, unprotected sex, spanking, fem reader, dom!Luke Kinktober Day 5  «  Kinktober Masterlist  »  Kinktober Day 7 Main Masterlist & Taggies: @legally-a-bastard​  (I’m also going to tag @a-dorin​ as her dom!Luke piece was a major inspiration, so pls go read it!)

"Well, don't you think you should thank me?" You stared at the Jedi standing in front of you as your jaw dropped. The two of you were alone on his ship and your binders were still on, hands behind your back, despite him rescuing you from some low level slimeball moments ago. Luke's mouth tilted in a smirk as he waited for an answer. You fumbled for a bit before finally answering, "I..I don't have any credits, I didn't get paid. I could help with repairs or clean your ship if you'd want..." You trailed off when Luke's blue eyes obviously trailed down your scantily clad body, undressing you with his gaze. Your face morphed into shock once again at his brazen gesture and when he took a step forward you had to stop yourself from taking a step back. Luke spoke once again his voice leaving little room for argument, "I can think of a few ways you can repay me, to thank me for saving you." You couldn't help but take a step back as he took another step forward. The two of you continued this dance until he had you caged against the wall of the ship. He bent slightly to press his face into your neck and nip slightly. 

You stifled a moan at his action and when he nipped again, this time harder you couldn't help but let a small gasp escape. He trailed his nose up your neck and over your cheek before pulling back slightly, your eyes had a mind of their own as they glanced down at his lips. This didn't go unnoticed by Luke and a satisfied smirk covered his face. "Come on, I promise it'll be good for you and I can tell you want to kiss me." You paused for a moment in thought before you tilted your head and leaned forward to gently press your lips to Luke's. Immediately he was deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth. The two of you made out for a minute and his hands slid to grope at your practically bare breasts, The straps wrapping around your body doing little to keep your modesty. The whine that left your throat at his touch had your face heating in embarrassment. A light laugh met your ears as Luke broke away from your mouth and said, "Don't be ashamed, I told you I'd make it good for you." With that he pushed down the fabric covering your tits, exposing them to him and you tried to cover yourself before remembering that your hands were bound behind your back. Luke caressed your breasts before sucking a nipple into his mouth. You yelped at the sudden heat surrounding your chest but relaxed when he swirled his tongue around your hardening nipple. He pulled off with a pop and gently encouraged you, "There see, doesn't that feel good. Don't you want me to keep going?" He looked up at you, mouth hovering over your other breast and gently groping both of them as you shyly nodded. Another broad smile covered his mouth as he whispered, "That's a good girl." He gave your other tit the same treatment, enjoying the way he drew moans from your mouth, before rising and speaking yet again. "I think it's time you make me feel good now, don't you? And after that I'll focus on you again, how does that sound?" You stared at him with wide inquiring eyes and Lukes hand rose to cup your jaw, his other hand landing on your shoulder and applying gentle pressure. You understood what he wanted but hesitated and at that Luke exerted a bit more force and slowly guided you to sink down to your knees. His hands left to tug at his pants until his cock was freed. He was semi-hard and you looked up at him shyly, his hand stroked his cock and you watched as he slowly grew to his full length. Gulping you shook your head worriedly saying, "You're too big, I don't think I can take you..." You were cut off by a pinching sensation at both of your nipples and when you gasped Luke took that opportunity to push his cock forward into your mouth. You let out a muffled whine against the intrusion but nevertheless started to suck on his long hard cock the best you could, hollowing your cheeks around him. As Luke canted his hips forward he cooed down at you, "There, see, you can take it. I knew you could." His pace increased rapidly and soon he was eagerly fucking your face, his balls slapping your chin as drool dripped around his cock and gargled noises filling the air whenever he pressed too deep. You let out small moans at the rough treatment and tried to pull back just for a moment, to catch your breath, but as your head hit the wall you realized you were helpless against Luke's pace. Luke was letting his noises flow freely, a large amount of his noise aimed at praising you - telling you what a good girl you were for swallowing him down, how beautiful you looked with his cock in your pretty mouth and how good you were making him feel. His words warmed your body and you found yourself sucking at his hot length as eagerly as he was fucking into your mouth, bobbing your head in time with his harsh thrusts. When he finally pulled all the way out of your mouth you sputtered and gasped for air. After catching your breath you looked up at him and begged, "Please undo my binders, I can make you feel so good with my hands. I'll make you cum I swear, just let me out of these!" Luke chuckled and knelt down to your level, hand once again cupping your chin before he spoke, "I doubt your hands will feel as good as your tight little cunt will and I don't need your hands free to fuck you." With his words he hauled you to your feet and dragged you to the nearest flat surface. Practically flinging you down over it he groaned at your prone body, your legs spread wide to try to stabilize yourself. Your outfit left little to the imagination, ass cheeks completely bare - something that Luke used to his advantage when a harsh spank landed squarely on your ass. Whining and wiggling into a slightly more comfortable position you could feel how soaked you were once Luke shoved your outfit to the side and sunk two fingers deep into you as a cry flew from your mouth. He only teased for a moment and before you knew it his throbbing cock was slamming into you, a loud gasp of pleasure filling the air. His hands grasped at you hips pulling you harshly back to meet his thrusts, your face rubbing against the cold surface of the crate you were laid out on as you moaned loudly. He was pounding into a sensitive spot deep inside you that had you crying out in pleasure as your walls fluttered around him. Luke growled out as his hands moved to grab your bound hands and he used them to pull your upper body up as he fucked deep into you. Your back arched as you bounced against his hips and the new angle allowed him to slam into you balls deep every time. Luke groaned before grinding out, "Maker, your pussy is even tighter than I thought it would be. Maybe I'll keep you here on my ship that way I can fuck you whenever I feel like it, would you like that?? You’d be my own personal little slut." You clenched hard at his words, moans morphing into mewls as you rapidly approached your climax. Luke's hands never left your arms but you felt a tingling sensation at your clit that felt suspiciously like fingers pinching at you and that pushed you over the edge. You came all over Luke's cock as he sped up, desperately chasing his own release. Your walls flexed and squeezed around him as you orgasmed. You panted out as he fucked into you, keeping you elevated on your pleasure high, and worked him through his pleasure with coos of, “Oh Luke, you feel so good. You’re filling me up so well baby! Yes, keep going!” When you loudly moaned his name that was it for him. He cried out as ropes of cum shot deep within you, filling you up and your walls clung desperately to him. His arms shifted to wrap around your upper body, pulling you towards him and cradling you in his arms. His hips weakly bucked into you as he came down from his high. His breathing was coming out in short harsh bursts combined with small whimpers. Luke gently lowered you back down to the storage crate you were laid out on and undid your binders softly. He rubbed your wrists, helping to restore feeling, and leaned down to kiss the back of your neck as he whispered, "Was that alright? I wasn't too rough with you was I?" You turned your head to look at him best you could and once he realized how uncomfortable that must be for you he gently pulled out of you, causing both of you to groan, as you flopped around to face him. "That was perfect, you're amazing Luke." You leaned up to kiss him softly before adding, "Thank you for indulging me, I know it was a lot but I loved every second of it." You had expected Luke to say no when you had proposed this little scenario but were pleasantly surprised when he said he'd give it a try. He smiled down at you now, brushing some stray hairs from your face as he said, "Of course, I'd do anything you asked of me if it brings you pleasure, I love you so much."

[little-diable]

I feel it again - Kylo Ren (smut)

Missed posting stuff for Kylo, enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Reader needs to remind Kylo of the strength that floods through him. 

Warnings: dom!Kylo, manhandling, choking, mentions blood, passing out, reader is on the dark side 

“I feel it again, the pull to the light”, his voice dripped with confusion and anxiety, shoulders slumped, large hands covering his features.

“Focus on the hate that consumes you late at night, the want to rip that scavenger girl to shreds, the disappointment you feel, trust the force, it always guides you into the predetermined path you have to take. You belong to the dark side, you’re the perfect embodiment of the darkness”, she placed one gloved hand on his shoulder, squeezing the skin of the man she called hers, the man she promised to guide through his highs and lows, reminding him of who he is.

She brushed her lips against his, unspoken words were shared between them as the kiss turned sloppier, more passionate with every passing moment.

Kylo visibly gulped, slowly rising from his kneeling position, eyes turning into an even darker shade, fingers twitching, “do it”, before she even spoke the words he had her pressed against the metal wall of their chamber. She’d let him use her, to awaken the deep needs and desires inside of him, recalling the strength that would flow through him, the hate he’d feel for all those people that were fighting against him, eventually he’d kill them all, with (y/n) by his side.

As he’d lay wide awake at night Kylo would imagine what it would feel like to finally slice his lightsaber through Skywalker’s chest, thirsting for the satisfied feeling that would overtake him as his so called uncle would choke out his last sounds. He’d try to come up with things he’d spat at him, searching for (y/n)s hand as he’d watch the man tumble down to the earth, fading away like the weak jedi Kylo pictured him to be.

His teeth pierced through (y/n)s lips, drawing some blood from the thin skin, urged on by the iron taste. “I’m here commander, I’m yours”, she softly spoke, untying the knot of her dark nightgown, standing completely bare in front of him, skin still branded by the marks and bruises he had left behind, commemorating the experience of her trembling body buried underneath his as he’d work on her with his full lips.

“Tonight I’ll fuck you raw, till you won’t even remeber your own name”, it was more of a promise than a simple statement, a promise to wreck her, to leave marks as dark as ever, bruises to leave her quivering for the following days. She’d be a ruthless fighter, danger radiated off her with every step she took, the perfect empress to follow her husband wherever the force would take them to, but behind closed doors she’d let him gain the upper hand, humiliating her as he’d wreck her.

Kylo gave her a hard shove, sliding across the cold floor, scraping her knees, drawing some more blood. She was kneeling, (y/e/c) eyes following his tall frame with every step he took, slowly shrugging off his clothes, till he was just as naked as (y/n).

A sinister smile tugged on his lips, forcefully Kylo wrapped one hand around her ponytail, “suck, be a good little slut for your husband”. (Y/n) painfully winced, parting her lips, inviting his angry, red tip into her mouth, sliding her tongue up and down his member, “just like that”, he tugged on her roots, scalp burning from his tight grip. Tears spilled from her eyes as he thrusted his hips against her face, length disappearing down the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow around him, manhandling her like she had been begging for.

The words pushed her down the memory lane, mind taking her back to one of the first nights she’d spend with him, a freshly wed couple, still taking time to themselves to properly explore their bodies.

“I want you to be rough with me”, she panted the words, eyes hooked on his, cheeks flushed, praying to the stars that he’d give into her wants. “Rough you say?”, his gloved hand danced along her jaw, teeth biting his lips, wondering what he had ever done to deserve such a beautiful, breathtaking woman by his side. “Manhandle me, Kylo”, just as the words had left her, he had forced her onto her knees, “well then go on, be a good little slut for me”.

The pair of them moaned in unison, his raspy sounds shot shivers up her spine, lips tightly wrapped around his impressive girth, crying salty tears for his dark eyes to watch. “Bet you’re soaked, you like being my fucktoy, don’t you?”, it seemed as if Kylo could switch personalities within a few seconds, turning from the scared and confused man that reminded her of Ben Solo to the ruthless and violent leader he now was.

(Y/n) mumbled a few incoherent words, the vibrations made Kylo groan, ripping himself out of her mouth, finally giving her a few moments to breathe. His dark eyes danced over her tear stained features, hand grasping her forearm, fingertips digging into her skin as he pulled her towards their bed.

He still wasn’t used to feeling her lips around his length, something about the way she’d take care of him, expertly taking as much of him as possible, filled him with emotions he couldn’t even find the perfect words to describe. No other woman had ever managed to make him feel like that, no matter how many girls he’d find to bury his length into, to chase his release as he’d fuck them into the cheap mattresses of the bordells, nobody would ever touch and please him like (y/n).

The room was spinning, (y/n) couldn’t find anything to concentrate on, mind confused by the different sensations he brought upon her, degrading her like he hadn’t done for weeks. “Nothing? No words? You’re awfully silent for an empress like you, maybe we should give you something to scream for.”, he connected his palm to her aching core, hand slapping her folds with as much force as possible.

Stars, he’d take it to another level that night.

With every passing moment he could feel the anger rise in the pit of his stomach, urging him on, giving him another opportunity to remind her who she belongs to, the lord of the darkness, Kylo Ren himself. Like a hurricane he had come upon her, ripping her off her feet, robbing her of anything she valued, wrecking her till nothing was left, besides the dark heart of hers, pumping for revenge and hate.

This was exactly what she needed, her core had been aching for a few days, patiently waiting for Kylo to return from his mission, she wouldn’t touch herself, wouldn’t push herself over the edge, just like she had promised him. Her cries reverberated through the cold bedroom, a sound that filled him with pride, nobody would ever make her feel like this, besides himself.

Her folds were painfully throbbing, her cries spilled out from her, hoarse voice begging him to finally fuck her like he had promised, length pounding into her, pushing her over the edge.

“What was that?”, Kylo clicked his tongue, licking his palm clean, the taste of her arousal heavy on his tongue as he crawled up her body, caging her between his arms and legs, staring her down with those dark eyes of his. “Fuck me, please commander”, (y/n) couldn’t keep her eyes open, her eyelids felt heavy, exhausted from the tears she had cried.

His insides were burning, cock aching to be buried inside her heat, coated by her slick, surrounded by her hot walls, “yes, yes I will”, with one fast movement, he had slipped into her, not giving her any time to adjust, he couldn’t waste any more time.

Kylo pinned her down on the mattress with one hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her airway, tightly squeezing, till she was about to pass out, he loved to feel her quivering as she was just about to give out, eyes rolling into the back of her head, falling limp in his touch.

“Ky, stars, I-”, she tried to warn him, praying that he’d let loose, giving her enough space to breathe, but the tall man was too far gone, high on the adrenaline that pumped through his veins.

For a moment or two she passed out, not giving any reactions from her, waking as Kylo slapped her cheek, bringing her back to reality. “Stay with me baby”, for a moment an expression of concern crossed his eyes, wondering if he had taken it too far, but the small moan that left her bruised lips was enough to calm his racing thoughts.

Stars, she was a perfect fit for him, it felt like her body was made for him, molding against his broad chest, walls stretched around him, giving into his rough touch and those cruel words he’d speak in the heat of the moment. He pulls out of her and slams back in with as much force as he could muster, maker, both would tumble over  the edge in a few moments.

(Y/n) was used to the ongoing burns of discomfort, Kylo was too big to comfortably take all of him, but somehow her body was thirsting for the pain that got mixed up with the pleasure that flooded through her. “You’re so big”, her whimpers made him smirk, secretly he loved to be praised like that, knowing that no man would ever be able to make her feel like this calmed his rapidly beating heart.

She was too far gone by now, her mind wasn’t properly working, struggling to come up with any words, sentences, nothing, besides a few moans, rolled off her tongue, (y/n) couldn’t even remember her own name, just like he had promised. He looked handsome like that, not that there was any moment where he wouldn’t look absolutely breathtaking, but something about the darkness that swallowed his frame, those burning eyes of his, with sweat pooling on his forehead, made (y/n) adore him even more.

“Cum for me”, he pressed out, jaw clenched, length tearing her apart, riding her through the mindblowing orgasm of hers. Euphoria began to spread through her veins, ripping her out of her hazy state, sobbing Kylo’s name, thrashing around on the big bed, pulling him right down the edge with her. Kylo filled her up with his release, burying himself into her to the hilt, not moving an inch as his orgasm wrecked through him.

Kylo ran his thumb along her lower lip, across the scars his teeth had left behind, “does it hurt?”, his hoarse voice echoed through the darkness, carrying the concerns that began to cloud his mind. She didn’t find the strength to answer him, (y/n) shook her head, yawning into his chest as sleep began to overcome her, cosying her along, engulfing her in its warm and comforting embrace.

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

What I would’ve done w/ Lotor’s character

It’s not exactly a secret to anyone who’s been following me for a while that I’m not the biggest fan of canon Lotor. I had high hopes for the character from his 80s counterpart and intro in season 3 but I was really let down by the direction the writers went with him in canon.

When he was introduced, I was so hoping for him to be this cocky manipulative asshole that’s only out for himself. I love that character archetype so goddamn much.

But in canon he was just kinda boring to me. His personality was bland and his motivations never really made sense. He’s introduced using empty promises of peace and comradery to manipulate people, then its revealed that he actually does want peace and comradery and wants to lead a peaceful empire, then that turns into draining Alteans and wanting to kill all Galra...

I also didn’t like how the writers decide to tack on this whole child abuse plot to explain why he was the way he was. As if that’s the only way to make a villain sympathetic. Yeah other versions of Voltron have touched on Lotor’s childhood before and it was never pleasant, but VLD really leaned into that shit, to the point where it felt like the writers were just shoving angst down our throats thinking that equals good writing.

It takes more than a tragic backstory to make a character compelling. It takes an interesting personally and motivations that make sense. And you can make a character tragic/sympathetic in more subtle ways.

For me personally, I wanted Lotor to be a sorta fusion of Loki and Littlefinger in space.

Loki is a sly trickster who grew up feeling like an outcast, unaware of his true heritage. He grew up believing he could be king but when his shity father handed it to his perfect brother he felt he had been robbed and decided to take the throne by force.

Littlefinger is a small man from a small house with no power, and after getting the shit beat out of him trying to win the hand of the girl he loved, he decided he would use his intelligence and skills in manipulation to screw over all these noble lords and weasel his way into the throne. And when he did he would finally get vengeance on all those who had looked down on him.

I feel like this fits Lotor well. Lotor is a prince, so he isn’t small in that regard, but he is not respected in the way a prince should be.

He is a lot smaller than the average Galra. And even though Lotor is still quite strong, developing a fighting style that suits his small form and uses his opponents size against them, in a society so heavily based on physical strength that’s still a big blow to your rep.

He employs half breeds, which we know are looked down on in the empire. And there are definitely rumors about Lotor himself being a half breed. I think after 10,000 years Zarkon would’ve done a pretty good job at hiding Lotor’s heritage from the public but just looking at him compared to the average Galra there’s going to be some suspicion there. On that note Lotor is probably considered butt ugly by the Galra.

And Lotor works in the shadows and achieves his goals through lies and trickery, which Lotor himself says are things the empire looks down on.

So yeah, the people in the empire hate Lotor. Even Sendak who’s all ‘Gung ho empire’ has no respect for Lotor. And because of this it would probably be up in the air whether or not Lotor would even be allowed to take the throne if his father were to pass, even though it’s his birthright.

And in the face of all this rampant disrespect, Lotor decides that he is going to overthrow his father and take the throne. And when he does he will take vengeance on everyone who had ever undermined him and expand the empire beyond anything his father could’ve dreamed of.

And don’t try telling me, “oh that’s so out of character! Lotor would never take pleasure in the pain of others!” Because he does.

Remember Throk? Remember how Lotor sent him away to the worst station in the empire and joked about letting him, “rot with the ice worms?” Remember how Lotor later invaded his station then watched with a grin as he was tortured by Haggar?

Lotor 100% takes pleasure in hurting those who would hurt him, because it makes him feel powerful.

Now let’s talk about Lotor’s planet. The one given to him and destroyed by Zarkon. I always felt weird about this plot. Obviously it’s a very sad thing to have happen, but I always liked the idea of Lotor’s promises of peace to be empty, a means of manipulating people. So this whole situation being genuine feels weird to me.

In my version, Lotor didn’t get banished for being too kind. He got banished because Zarkon caught him in a plot to betray him.

When Lotor was put in charge of the planet, he seduced and married the princess Ventar. He filled her head with promises that her people would be free and they would rule the universe together and convinced her to secretly round up her armies and send word to her ally planets to do the same, so they could start planning a way to overthrow Zarkon.

It’s left ambiguous whether or not he was being genuine and whether he really loved Ventar and intended to keep his promises to her or if she was just a tool to get the throne. But either way, it ends the same. Zarkon finds out, destroys the planet, kills Ventar, and exiles Lotor.

Still sad/humiliating thing for Lotor, and definitely a story that could gain sympathy from Allura.

Speaking of Allura and Ventar, let’s talk about Lotor’s relationship with the women in his life.

(Trigger Warning: Brief mention of of a rape scene in GoLion)

In the 80s Lotor was incredibly misogynistic. He walked around with a harem of half naked women, tried repeatedly to kidnap and marry Allura against her will, and in GoLion it’s heavily implied that he raped Romelle because she looked like Allura.

It’s a common joke in the fandom that he went from this to drinking respect women juice in VLD but I don’t know if I’d go that far.

He’s definitely better in VLD than he was in the 80s, but even in VLD he manipulates, uses, and hurts most of the women in his life.

Allura is the obvious example, but you also have his generals. Acxa talks to the paladins, Allura in particular, about how persuasive Lotor could be. Implying that she and the other general were manipulated the same way Allura was.

Well not EXACTLY the same way Allura was, romantically I mean. Though there are people who believe that Acxa was also in love with Lotor and he used that to his advantage, which I can see.

But I feel like it was more about giving them a place in an empire that didn’t care about or accept them.

I hate The Last Jedi but I really feel like the line, “you’re nothing, but not to me,” fits really well. They were outsiders with no place to go until Lotor swooped in and gave them a purpose.

Do I think that there was a part of Lotor that genuinely wanted to help them because he saw a kindred spirit in them? Yeah. But I also think that at the end of the day, they were more tools than real friends. And he had no qualms about killing them if they betrayed him.

The situation with Narti proves that. As well as the fact that Ezor and Zethrid seemed very scared of the prospect of Lotor being alive and coming for them.

And then you have Allura. Lotor’s lust for Allura has always been a very important part of his character. In the 80s the reason behind his obsession with her was that he had a lot of baggage about his mother and had a thing for women that looked like her. Also the fact that he just didn’t like not getting something he wanted.

There was never any love. He didn’t want to be with her, he wanted to own her.

In VLD, his want for Allura seems to stem more from the fact that she’s Altean than an Oedipus complex. As well as the fact that she’s powerful and skilled in Altean alchemy, which makes her rather useful.

I don’t personally believe that Lotor ever really Loved Allura. I think he liked the idea of her and what she could do for him, but the end of the day she was more a means to an end than anything else.

Allura’s been trough a lot. Zarkon betrayed her family and destroyed her entire planet only about a year ago from her point of view, and she appears to have a pretty bad case of survivors guilt and PTSD. And to make matters worse, while Lotor was on the ship she was fighting with Shiro, someone she clearly cared about. The idea of loosing him after already losing so much must’ve been really painful.

She was hurting, conflicted, and lonely. Which made her all the more vulnerable to Lotor’s manipulation.

He took advantage of her loneliness and insecurities, making her believe she had found someone who understood her and could help her avenge her family and planet. She trusted him, let herself be vulnerable around him, which made it hurt even more when it was revealed to all be a ruse.

And then you have his relationship with his mother Honerva/Haggar.

I talked a lot about this in my whole rewrite/rant about Honerva, but I’m not a fan of how they made their relationship 100% negative. I feel like it robs the show of a lot of interesting character interaction.

It’s sad. The whole relationship is really tragic. Shit like this is literally my worst nightmare. The thought of looking my mom in the face and have her not recognize me as her daughter keeps me up at night.

But the thing is, in canon the relationship kinda falls flat because Lotor and Haggar/Honerva have no connection. Haggar was awful to Lotor and Lotor hates Haggar. What reason do I have to be invested in their relationship?

So If you haven’t read my Honerva rant, here’s how I would’ve done the Honerva Lotor relationship.

10,000 years ago, when Alfor came to Dibazzal to convince Zarkon to close the rift, Honerva went into labor. Alfor and many Galran doctors tried there best to save her and the baby, but the quintessence had damaged her body so much that she couldn’t be saved and died in childbirth.

Zarkon went ballistic and Alfor had the doctors take baby Lotor somewhere safe, fearing Zarkon would take his grief and anger out on the child.

After Honerva was resurrected as Haggar and throughout Lotor’s childhood, they had a strange sort of relationship. Lotor was an inquisitive child and was always curious about Haggar and her work, making a habit of following her around like a little shadow and watching as she worked. And there was also the fact that, while his father was never friendly, he was calmer when she was around.

Haggar had no idea what to make of this weird child following her around all the time. All these big strong Galra were terrified of her but this tiny child showed no fear as he tugged on her robes and excitedly asked questions about her work. And she never minded. She didn’t know why or how to explain it, but she cared for the child. As much as a soulless undead witch could care for something anyway.

But as time went on there relationship became more and more strained. Lotor was a smart kid he was gonna find out about his mother and deduce what happened to her.

He resented Haggar. Resented her for not remembering him. Resented her for the fact that he had to go through life without a mother while she was right there. And he resented her for being loyal to Zarkon, who had been making his life hell for thousands of years.

Every time she showed him something resembling kindness he’s conflicted. He knows he should feel happy that she cares, but at the same time, why does she care? It’s not like she sees him as her son.

He turned to denial, insisting that Haggar couldn’t possibly be his mother, even though he new the truth deep down, and a part of him always secretly longed for her to remember who she was, who he was, and embrace him as her son. He hates that part of himself.

And when he does meet Honerva for the first time, it’s... tense... to say the least. Having his mother reach out to him and acknowledge him as her son is something he thought would bring him joy, but in that moment all the pain he went through rises back to the surface and he lashes out. He draws his sword and is about to cut her down but he hesitates. He’s trembling with tears in his eyes. He can’t forgive her, but he also can’t bring himself to kill her.

Then you have his relationship with his father.

It’s no secret that Zarkon is an awful man and a shity father, always has been.

The explanation as to why is kinda shaky. All we get is Zarkon saying Lotor is his greatest shame because he’s Altean but I don’t know about that. Zarkon may hate Alteans but he loved Honerva and I don’t think he would be ashamed of his relationship with her.

He definitely did his best Lotor’s heritage from the public. But I don’t think that’s the reason he hates him.

In my version of the story, Zarkon hates Lotor because Honerva died giving birth to him and Zarkon blames him for her death. He lost his beloved wife and was forced to watch the son that killed her waltz around wearing her face.

It didn’t help that Lotor was a snarky rebellious kid that liked to show off. He did things his own way, didn’t care much for rules, and had a real knack for finding loopholes. All things that made his strict father very angry. He was an embarrassment. Small and rebellious. That’s why Zarkon began training Sendak.

I personally believe the reason Zarkon was so trusting of Sendak and had so much faith in him was because Zarkon had been grooming him to be his “true heir.” Sendak is the epitome of what a Galra should be. Strong, loyal, and brave. He would be the son Zarkon wished he had. The favorite child.

Lotor obviously hates Zarkon, and rightfully so. Zarkon hates him for something he had no control over and constantly disrespects him.

Lotor may not follow the rules, but he passes every trial. He excels at everything he does but Zarkon refuses to see that all because he blames him for Honerva’s death.

Lotor sees Zarkon as an old fool. He knows that he could do a far better job at running the empire.

Lotor dedicated thousands of years of his life to overthrowing Zarkon. His hatred for his father was his motivation, what got him out of bed every morning, so when the deed is done and Zarkon was finally defeated, in the moments after he felt empty.

But he didn’t have time to dwell on that feeling for long. He still had to deal with his father’s men and take the throne that was rightfully his.

Then you have his plan.

Lotor’s plan in VLD is really weird and over complicated. There was no real reason for the whole draining Alteans thing. Just a lazy way of making him 100% evil.

The plot could’ve been a lot simpler. He gains the paladins trust, gets them to help him build his ships and overthrow Zarkon, and then once he has the throne he pulls an Uno reverse card and is like, “yeah, nothing personal but this was all a trick and imma lock you and your lions up now.”

Obviously more complicated than that but that’s the basic idea.

One of my main problems with VLD is that they had a bad habit of over complicating the plot. People don’t care about VLD because of the plot, they care about the characters and their relationships, the actual plot doesn’t have to be anything spectacular.

It’s strange to say but I feel like the writes tried too hard with Lotor. He had the potential to be an amazing villain but the writers were too focused on tricking the audience and making him angsty that they forgot to make him compelling.

[ohmsjedi]

Somewhere Only We Know

Captain Rex x Reader

Word Count: 2654

Summary: Rex get’s the happy ending he deserves. Based off of the song Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. 

Warnings: Okay writing, Fluff, Dad Rex, Dad Rex, Dad Rex, Dad Rex, Dad, Rex, Dad Rex, Dad Rex....

Finding love was impossible for a clone right? Wrong.

It was never impossible to find love no matter were you came from, or who you were. Rex was once property, he belonged to the republic, bred and raised to be nothing more than a solider that could be disposed and replaced with a snap of a finger. There was no chance of falling in love or feeling like a human when most civvies viewed them as aliens or just clones, not viewed as individual people. They were only soldiers to civilians.

Everything changed when he had met you, a Jedi. The thing he admired about you was not only your beauty but how you treated them, you treated them like they were people, like they were men.

He fell hard for you, as the two of you grew closer that’s when things turned for the better for him.

After the war ended, everything changed for him and his surviving vodes. Rex and his brothers were now free, they no longer felt the burden of being constantly reminded that they were only made to fight, to be just soldiers and nothing more. They felt human, for once they would be able to travel freely throughout the galaxy, be able to settle down and start a life even a family if they were lucky enough.

Rex so happened to be the lucky one, he’d gained the courage to ask you to be his;

And you said yes.

Both you and Rex along with most of his closest brothers from the 501st settled on Naboo. Padme worked hard to get the approval from the senate that all clone troopers were to be given a home on any desired planet they chose to settle. 

Instead of being given a home, you and Rex both decided on building one from the ground up. Yes it was questionable at first, but you both just wanted to do something for yourselves for once.

It was worth the struggle, worth the hard work that you both put into your home. Your home was warm and welcoming, not too big and not too small, it suited you both. You specifically wanted your home to be far from the city and Rex agreed. You both decided to locate your home next to a meadow alongside a clear blue river with a medium sized waterfall, greenery with sorts of colorful plants, flowers and plenty of trees. The best part was the sunrises and sunsets that Rex seemed to always watch. He loved watching the sunrises more, it reminded him that he survived, he lived to see another day.

1 Year Later

Rex sat in front of your home on the grass, he rested his chin on his hand, waiting for the sun to rise over the horizon. This fell into a routine, every morning he’d wake up early enough and watch as the dark blue sky would slowly turn into an orange-red shade as the sun risen.

You were woken up from your sleep, feeling the small kicks in your abdomen that was forcing you awake. You looked over to the empty spot of the bed, you smiled to yourself knowing where your lover was. You found it amusing and cute at the same time when Rex would take the time out of his sleep to stand in the cold or warm weather and wait for the sun.

For the past eight months you chose to just sleep in till whenever you’d wake up, it seems today would be different. You sensed that you children were a lot more active than usual, this meant you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep.

So you decided to join Rex and admire the sunrise. What was interesting was that your un born twins would somehow wake you around this exact time for some unknown reason, right before the sunrise. You didn’t think much about it at first, you’d always end up falling back asleep. You’d like to think they learned the routine of their papa waking up around this time.

You got up slowly from the bed, rubbing the sleep from yours eyes, wincing slightly from your back pain. Carefully you stood up and waddled over to your closet, grabbing your black robe and wrapping it around your body.

You carefully made your way downstairs taking small steps at a time, once you’d reached the bottom of the stairs you rested finding the soreness of your feet and your back taking a massive effect on you. Kix had recommended you to be on bedrest, you went against his wishes and kept yourself on your feet. It felt unnatural having to be forced to do nothing and stay in bed all day. 

 Opening the front door you saw Rex sitting down on the grass slightly hunched over. Seeing Rex like this warmed your heart, this was a completely different side of him that he never truly had the time to express or shown as often. This made you happy.

A shiver ran down your spine, feeling the cool morning breeze. The breeze caused the front door to slam shut, Rex whipped his head around, tense at first but soon relaxing as his gaze landed on your figure standing on the porch looking at him from afar with a small smile on your face.

Rex scrabbled to his feet, tripping over something he didn’t care much to look back at, he finally met you on the porch.

“Cyare what are you doing up this early?”

“The little ones were quite eager to get the day started earlier than usual...or they just missed you” you smiled, Rex grinned and placed his two hands delicately against your swollen belly, feeling small kicks from your twins now that they sensed their father. 

“So much for having force sensitive kids huh?” you joked, resting a hand onto of one of his. Rex snorted, pecking your lips before kneeling down and scrunching up the shirt you were wearing till he could see your bare belly. He started placing delicate kisses and whispering Mando’a into your abdomen:

“Soon mhi'll cuyir able bah emuurir watching haar sunrise together bid a aliit”

You caressed his fuzzy head, adoring how delicate and loving he was being.

Rex looked up at you with adoration in his eyes from where he was kneeling, he stood up and cupped your face with his hand. He leant in and gave you a chaste kiss, resting his forehead against yours. His light brown eyes looked into yours lovingly. 

A source of light caught both your attentions, looking over towards the horizon the sun started to slowly rise. It was always a breathtaking sight to see, even if you’ve seen so many times, but it was still astonishing. 

The sun rays felt like warm kisses against your skin, it brought light to your surroundings, the sun reflected off of the river, creating a shimmery effect beautifully.

Finally bringing your attention back to Rex, he was already looking at you. The sun had brought saturation to his light brown eyes, brightening them to a beautiful amber color with gold flakes scattered about. His brown skin glowed in the natural lighting, he was beautiful.

Rex was in a daze admiring your beauty, the way the sun perfectly lit your face, enhancing all of your features that he adored.

“What?” You let out a breathy laugh, Rex used the pad of his thumb and lightly rubbed your cheek.

“Nothing” he paused for a moment “You’re just so beautiful cyar’ika” your heart swelled at his compliment, you felt so giddy and bubbly on the inside, something that you’d never felt before till now.

You hummed admiring him, trying to remember every single detail of his face in the sun light. You leant in to his touch, and grinned at him.

“Has anyone told you how handsome you look in the sunlight?”

“No one but you cyare” he smiled, you grabbed both his hands into yours, in-twining your fingers together.

“What do you say we have breakfast?” You rocked on your feet slightly

“What did you have in mind?”

“I could eat almost anything...as long at has chocolate in it” Rex laughed, rolling his eyes playfully

“I see we’re either makin’ chocolate pancakes or waffles again hm?”

“You don’t have to eat the chocolate pancakes or waffles if you don’t want to”

“Aren’t you tired of having chocolate? Why not have something else?”

“Well sorry for my specific cravings, why don’t you ask them instead” You pouted, gesturing to your swollen abdomen.

Rex huffed dramatically before grabbing your face delicately into his hands and started placing kisses all over your face

“Rex!” You giggled, a grin formed on his lips while he continued to kiss your face

Oh how much he just loved you

***

Three months had passed since you brought your two little bundles of joy home. Your son Apollo and your daughter Myra, they both resembled Rex so much. They got Rexs brown skin, eye color, born with a full head of dark curly locks, but the one thing they did inherit from you was the force.

Rex was currently rocking his daughter Myra in his arms, she’d woken up crying which Rex was quick to respond for his ade. Myra was a mini version of Rex while Apollo was a mini version of you. Myra was a light sleeper like her father, which made things a bit more difficult, any sudden noise she’d instantly wake up in a fuss or in a crying fit.

Rex knew he wouldn’t be able to get his baby girl back to sleep, she was wide awake in a fit of little babbles and giggles. Just as Rex thought it couldn’t get anymore complicated Apollo had woken up and started fussing. Rex was quick to check on his son who had quieted down seeing his papa hover over his crib. Apollo looked up at his father and gave him a toothless smile and moved his arms in a happy gesture.

“We don’t wanna wake your buir up do we?” Rex asked softly

Apollo started to kick and squirm, a sign that he wanted to be held.

Rex carefully switched Myra to his left arm, while he scooped up Apollo in his right. Rex lightly bounced them both in his arms to get them both situated in his arms. 

Rex had come to realize how his ades would wake up at the same time he use to wake before they were born. They’d wake up early enough before the sun rise everyday since they were brought home. Rex being the incredible buir he is, he spent his early mornings tending to the twins rather than watching the sunrise. 

Rex thought momentarily, before he knew it he was halfway down the stairs, navigating himself through the house, and finally opening the front door to the porch as best as he could. He carefully closed the front door with his foot to not startle you awake, Rex made his way down the three steps and walked on the rock pathway over to the spot he’d always sit. He carefully settled down and made himself comfortable on the bench that you both decided on getting two months ago. 

The two little bundles babbled and squirmed slightly in his arms. Rex leant down and kissed their small noses that caused them to turn into fits of giggles. He smiled down at the both of them, and looked up just in time to watch the sun make its way up over the horizon as it always did.

Apollo and Myra stopped their fits of giggles to watch the sunrise, even if they were just 2 months old, they found the rising sun interesting. Their little faces brightened seeing the gorgeous, radiating view that made them feel warm inside. 

You stirred awake, reaching over to feel for your lover, only to feel a cold and empty spot. You sighed feeling guilty that Rex had to get up this early knowing it was your day to tend to the twins. You walked to the room next door, you poked your head through the door to see no sign of your kids nor Rex. Your mom instincts kicked in, not seeing the three people you loved so dearly gone was a bit concerning, quickly you made your way down the stairs.

Before you could look throughout the house and call out for Rex, you noticed a figure sitting outside through the window

You sighed in relief seeing the man you love, you made your way out the front door and quietly closed it behind you. You took a moment to admire the sight of the beautiful sky, and listen to the little laughs your twins made, along with Rexs voice.

Rex noticed the sudden change in his kids, just by how both Myra and Apollo’s face lightened up and started to move their smalls limbs as to show they were happy or excited, he knew that you were close by, from the corner of his eye you sat next to him. You rested your head on his shoulder and you looked down at your little loves that squirmed in Rexs arms.  

You kissed Rexes cheek feeling the texture of stubble on your lips, Rex turned his head slightly to get a glimpse of you.

“Good morning my love” you said softly in your still tired voice.

“Good mornin’ cyare” Rex said softly, leaning in towards you and capturing your lips with his, the twins started making little noises that caught both of your attentions causing you both to pull away from each other. Myra had put her small fingers in her mouth, while Apollo attempted to make grabby hands at you, you stood up in front of Rex and carefully picked Apollo up from Rexs arm, making sure to support his little head and rocked him in your arms.

“Good morning to you my little prince” you said in a playful voice, Apollo attempted to reach up and touch your face with his little hands, you carefully held his hand and kissed his little palm. This caused him to squirm and make incoherent noises, you placed kisses on his little forehead which made him laugh and smile. 

Rex smiled at the sight of the two of you. He brought his attention back to his ade who looked up at her papa with those beautiful amber eyes. Rex carefully caressed her small face, rubbing his thumb against her chubby cheek.

Rex still couldn’t believe this was real, his family was real. Everything he’d ever wished for became a reality, the pain, the agony, was all gone.

You sensed Rexs emotions shift, you glanced over at your love and noticed how tears formed at the brim of his eyes. You watched as a single tear slid down his cheek.

You sat down next to him, carefully shifting Apollo in one arm, being sure to support his head. You wiped the tear from his face before grabbing his free hand and bringing it up to your lips, carefully placing delicate kisses against his semi scarred knuckles, then kissing his temple.

You rested your head on his shoulder, while he rested his head on yours.

“Just know you’ve always deserved this kind of life....you’re such an amazing, kind, caring, supportive man” you said softly “and I’m glad that I’ll be spending the rest of my life with you because I love you so so much” Rex felt himself tear up even more “I wouldn’t have it any other way” you finished, his bottom lip trembled, Myra sensed how her papas mood had shifted, on instinct, her little hand wrapped around his thumb. Rex felt his ades little hand wrap around his thumb, just this simple act made his heart swell and he cried happy tears. 

Captain Rex finally felt loved. 

Translation: 

Soon mhi'll cuyir able bah emuurir watching haar sunrise together bid a aliit

- Soon we'll be able to enjoy watching the sunrise together as a family

A/N: Hello my loves! I’m a new writer here and I hope you enjoyed this fic and it made your day brighter or in some way brought joy to you! Just remember my love to eat, drink water, and overall take good care of yourself :) 💙

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[gospelofme]

What is all this?

A Cut Lawquane short

Cut sighed and hugged his pillow, nestling his head further into the down stuffing. The temperature of the room was perfect. He and Suu hadn’t had to pile on any extra blankets last night. Summer was finally here. A nice cross breeze drifted through the bedroom, Suu having opened the windows when she got up. Cut stretched an arm out to his right, Suu’s side of the bed was empty. The former clone soldier pushed himself up, having been sleeping on his stomach, and looked around. Sure enough, he was by himself. He could hear some commotion downstairs though.

He rotated into a sitting position and rubbed his face. Another breeze rustled a piece of flimsi on the table next to him. He picked it up and smirked at Jek’s handwriting.

Dad,

Don’t come downstairs. We are making something.

The instructions were simple enough and Cut obeyed. He got a couple whiffs of breakfast foods and his stomach grumbled. But Jek’s note had been clear. He laid back down and closed his eyes, smiling to himself when he heard his family giggling downstairs.

He had basically fallen into their laps, not sure of where his place was in a galaxy at war. Not having any idea how to do anything really. Suu had been patient with him, putting up with his initial distrust of her. Was she going to turn him in? Was she a supporter of the enemy? Why was she spending any time with him? He had nothing to offer her, unlike the other men around town who were clearly interested in her. But she chose him.

Upon her telling him she had children, he had been instantly nervous. Sure there had been clone children on Kamino, but he didn’t have to raise any of them. Of course she had made it clear that if he wasn’t okay with her having kids, then they’d just have to remain friends. Their first “family dinner” had been interesting to say the least. Jek had been pleasant enough, but Shaeeah made it clear to Cut that he wasn’t her father and wouldn’t take that role. He understood her pain, he understood it well. She had lost someone who had kissed her scraped knees and had comforted her after nightmares. Of course his brothers didn’t kiss any boo boos but they had been there to wake him from the terrors that plagued him. They had been there when battles were long and hard. All they needed to do was sit in silence with each other because they knew. Cut told the older child that he had no intention of taking her father’s place, but he did want to be her friend someday. She agreed to that after a couple weeks.

Jek had called him “dad” first. It had been unexpected. Cut had given him a boost into a tree.

“Thanks dad!” Came the younger child’s response. Cut froze and looked at Suu, who had frozen as well. The small family had been picnicking in their backyard. Cut raised his eyebrows at his new wife, who gave him an excited smile and thumbs up.

“Anytime son, don’t climb too high.” Cut tested out. Jek didn’t object, just acknowledged that he wouldn’t. Cut had never thought that title would mean so much to him. It was better than any promotion from any General. It made him feel more important than a Jedi.

Suu’s entry into their bedroom, her soft lips on his cheek, made him open his eyes.

“The kids have a surprise for you.” She whispered. Cut looked at the door and saw Jek and Shaeeah standing there with a tray of food.

“What is all this?” Cut asked with a smirk, a confused look on his face.

“We made you breakfast in bed!” Jek announced excitedly. Suu helped put the tray over Cut’s lap as he sat up. He held the tray steady as the kids hopped onto the bed and Suu sat beside him.

“I made this for you!!” Jek said, giving Cut a folded piece of flimsi.

“Happy Father’s Day? What’s that?” Cut asked, looking at Suu. He had remembered Mother’s Day, but he had no clue there was a day for fathers. He didn’t feel worthy of the holiday honestly. He wasn’t Jek’s and Shaeeah’s biological dad. Suu must’ve known what he was thinking, kissing his cheek.

“You are a good father to them Cut.” She whispered. His smiled.

“I cooked your bacon just like you like it daddy! Extra crispy!” Cut almost choked on his juice. Had that word just come out of Shaeeah’s mouth? Surely he had imagined it. Suu’s giant smile told him he had heard correctly.

“Uhm, what did you call me sweetie?” Cut asked, still not believing it.

“Daddy.” Shaeeah responded, spreading jam on her toast.

“You know you don’t have to call me that right? Not unless you want to.” Cut reminded her. He didn’t want her to feel pressured into saying it because they were celebrating a day about fathers.

“I know. You’ve done a lot of things my other daddy did. And some things he wasn’t able to do, like helping Jek and I build the treehouse. So, I felt like you could be called that now.” She explained, almost nonchalantly. Cut looked at Suu who had tears brimming. He had tears brimming but pushed them away. He quickly pulled Shaeeah into a hug, the startled girl giggling and patting his back.

“Are you okay daddy?” She asked. He could hear that word all day long. He felt official now.

“I’m fine sweetie. Just really happy.” He replied, releasing his daughter.

“Try the bacon dad! It’s good!” Jek said, putting an extra crispy piece of bacon into his father’s mouth. Cut crunched it and nodded in approval at Jek. The bacon was probably too extra crispy, but he was happy.

Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there. Clone dads, Jedi dads, stepdads, biological dads, adoptive dads, bonus dads, and all the other dad types out there!!

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[please-buckme]

Yes, Master. - Anakin Skywalker x reader

⚠️Warnings: SMUT✨, name calling, angry Ani, soft Ani, ANI!

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Today was a dark day. You could hear the rain beating against the window of your apartment window. Your covers still warm from your body heat as you lie there motionless in your bed. You can still feel the dried up tears on your cheeks from the night before, covered with fresh new tears from this morning. Today you would be finding out who your new master would be and you couldn't bare the thought of it. You told them time and time again that you didn't need a new master, that any day now you should be testing out of being a Padawan.  They insisted though. Since losing your master on her last mission you hadn't even left your room, she was like a sister to you and the only person you really talked to on a day-to-day basis. You missed her deeply. You tried to reach out to her through the Force but could never seem to find her. Was this her way of helping you move on?

Nevertheless you had to listen to the council. If they insist you be placed with a new master, then that is how it shall be. There's only one tall, annoying, arrogant and selfish problem with that, Anakin Skywalker. You knew that he among very few were left without a Padawan and you prayed to the stars every night that you wouldn't end up with him as your master.

You and Anakin were around the same age. You were both put into training around the same time and there wasn't a day where you remembered liking him. Telling a young boy that he is the chosen one.. not good for the ego. You had trained together most of your life and as you both grew older you started to feel how strong he had become with the Force. You went from winning every now and then to never being able to even pull out your training saber. So, it didn't surprise you when he became a master. It did however infuriate you. You weren't as good as him of course but you had amazing fighting skills for your age and you, for many years, were an even much for Anakin. You were so enraged that you actually stopped seeing or even talking to Anakin for a while, almost two years by now. You were a little nervous to see him if he were to be at the council meeting. You didn't understand these nervous feelings though. Anakin is Anakin and you loathe him.

After you had finally given yourself a few more minutes of starring-at-the-ceiling time you got up and got ready before leaving for your meeting. You paced slowly down the long corridors greeting fellow Jedi as they walked by. You could feel your heart beat ripping through your chest as you reached the doors to were the council sat awaiting your arrival. You placed your hands to the cold metal doors taking a deep breathe as a nauseous feeling came up from your stomach. Taking in one more deep breathe you opened the doors . You scanned the room to see who all was there. Masters Plo Koon, Windu, Kenobi and Ki-Adi-Mundi. Okay. You thought. No Anakin. Just then you heard the doors open from behind you.

"Sorry I'm late. I was on planet Alderaan when I got word that you needed me back at the temple." Anakin voiced from behind you. Master Windu put a hand out signalling Anakin to take a seat. He walked quickly to find his seat but when he passed you it felt like everything had gone into slow motion. He glanced up at you for a second not seeming to recognize you. You could tell when he realized who you were when he gave you a crooked smirk before continuing his trek to where he would sit and stare at you with that devilish smile.

"Shall we begin?" Master Kenobi suggests. You nod your head and give him a faint smile. "Now, miss (Y/L/N), we are very sorry for your lose, for all our lose but the time has come for us all to move on. As you know you are hear to be reassigned to a new master and-" You cut Obi-Wan off.

"With all do respect Master Kenobi, I feel I no longer need a master. I am ready to finally show you what my training has--" Obi-Wan signals for you to stop.

"I am sorry my dear but the tragedy of losing your master has put you very behind. Now, in a few months I do believe that you will be fully prepared to test. And who better to show you the ropes than an old friend, Master Skywalker." Shit .

"You can't be serious." Anakin said from your left. "This girl is unteachable. We don't even get along and we aren't  friends." You can see the anger written on Anakins face. You couldn't agree more with everything but the 'unteachable' part.

"Master Skywalker!" Master Windu exclaimed. "The council has decided that this is how we want to proceed with miss (Y/L/N) training." Anakin now has his face nuzzled into his hands. "Look, you are both familiar with each other and have already trained together many times before. It's only for a few months until she's back on her feet and ready to test. This meeting was to assign miss (Y/L/N) to a new master and look we've done just that. This council meeting is now over. Good luck and may the force be with you, (Y/L/N).

"Yes great.. uhh same to you, Master Windu." You gave them all a weak smile before turning to leave yourself when Anakin grabbed you by the arm.

"What the hell was that? How did you get them to agree with this idiotic plan?" Anakin questioned. You could feel the anger radiating from him.. His eyebrows were scrunched together and almost touching, his nose was narrow as his nostrils flared and his lips were pierced tight making them turn white.

"You shouldn't do that with your face, Ani. It doesn't look good on you." You gesture your hand towards his face and he grabbed your wrist, with his metal hand, aggressively. "h-um ouch?"

"You don't get to call me that anymore. It's only Master Skywalker from now on." He brought his face down to yours so that you're now eye level with him. You smirk and start to laugh.

"Really? And, uh, what are you gonna do if I disobey you, Ani." You whisper his name into his mouth. His face was now burning red. his grip on your wrist tightens as he drags you out of the room and into the hall. You're practically running behind him to keep up. "Mind giving me my arm back?" You try to pry yourself from his grip but of course you can't. You now see that he is dragging you towards the elevators. "Wh-where are we going?" You feel that nauseous feeling in your stomach again.

When the elevator finally opens he throws you in against the back wall. You feel a sting of pain in your back from the impact but all of a sudden Anakins body is pressed firmly atop of yours. You look up to stare directly into his beautiful blue eyes but before you fall too far into his trance you look away and start to push him off of you. He takes both of your hands into his metal one and locks them in place. "First lesson, obedience." He lifts your body from the wall and slams you back into it. Your head now stings and your vision is a little blurry but you're actually, in a weird way, enjoying this side of him. He has been aggressive towards you before but this time was different. This time you could practically smell the sexual tension. "We're going up to my floor and I want you stripped and on your knees the second these doors open. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Master." He groans in response at your words. You free one of your hands from his grip and palm him over his pants. You hear a low raspy growl come from his throat as he leans into your hand. You audibly laugh. "Touch deprived are we, Master?" He picks you up from the wall and slams you into in again making you moan and wince in pain.

The doors finally opens and he throws you to the floor. "Crawl to the bed." You do as he says and make your way to the bedroom. You feel his boot kick you along as to hurry you up. Once you get there you sit on your knees as you look up at him with lust filled eyes. "Didn't I tell you to strip?" You quickly undo your belt before taking off the rest of your clothing besides your bra and panties, both a lacy soft pink color. You sit straight up still on your knees as he towers over you. You reach out for his growing member still confined in his pants.

"May I, Master?" He nods in response as you undo his belt whilst palming him again. You kiss the tip of his cock before outlining it with your tongue. "Does that feel good, Master." You teased.

"It'd feel better down your throat." He groans now tangling his fingers throw your hair.

"Yes, Master." You kiss the tip one last time before grabbing at the hem of his pants and underwear and pulling them down. You watched as his cock sprang free from its clothed prison and stared in awe. You drooled at the sight, grabbing him at the base and slowly running your hand up and down his member. you could feel every vein as they pulsated at your touch. You watch as precum poured from the tip. You look up at him as you licked up the precum with a flick of your tongue and watched as Anakin twitched above you. You then lifted at the base to lick a line up from the base to the tip before lightly sucking on the tip. Anakin didn't bring you up here for you to tease him though. With the fist full of your hair, he thrust until your mouth was completely filled. he groaned as profanities slipped from his clenched teeth. Anakin felt so good in your mouth. You started to feel the nervousness in your stomach turn into burning passion. You reached down with your free and started rubbing yourself over your panties.

"You like my cock in your mouth, slut" You moan in responds which makes him thrust deeper into your throat. "That's good, baby girl, open your throat for your master." You moaned again allowing him to thrust deeper and deeper till he bottomed out. After a few more deep thrusts he pulled all the way out of your mouth with a pop. You were left there on your knees panting for air with drool dripping from your mouth and chin.

"Lay down on the bed." He demands while hoisting you up to stand from your kneeling position and throwing you to the bed. You watch as he strips from his remaining clothes. Your breathe hitched in your throat when he strips of his tunic and reveals his beautifully toned.. everything.

When he walks over to you you sit up and softly run your fingers down his torso, tracing his perfectly defined abs gently. "You're so.. beautiful, Ani." You can feel a little chuckle erupt from his belly as he softly pets the back of your head. A few more strokes to your hair before he pulls it hard making you look up at him.

"I thought I told you not to call me that, slut. Lay down." He demands through gritted teeth. You move to the pillows that smell like him, fragranced with mineral shampoo and sweat, not the bad kind of sweat but the sleepless kind. Even just the smell of his pillows makes him even more beautiful.

You see Anakin out of the corner of your eye stroking himself before crawling onto the bed towards you. Seeing his figure coming atop you makes you breathless, almost dizzy. You reach up to his chest just so you're touching him in some way. An unexceptional moan escapes your lips at the touch of his warm, tan skin. 'So beautiful.' You mouth trying desperately not to make another involuntary sound.

You look up now to see Anakin observe your actions before making eye contact with you. You pause as your eyes meet. You bring your other hand up cautiously to his face whilst the other travels down further.

After all these years you never would have guessed this would happen. You never noticed just how gorgeous he was under all that armor. You run your fingers across the scar beside his right eye and he pulls away a bit. "Anakin." You say softly pulling his face back to align with yours. He looks at you harshly for a second before you lean in and kiss his scar softly. "Everything about you is so.. perfect. Even your scars." You kiss your way down his cheek making your way down to his lips. You hesitate for a second before Anakin leans in and initiate the kiss.  You moan into the kiss as if you'd been waiting a thousand years to kiss this man. The kiss was so passionate and rough. You could feel his teeth graze against yours as it deepened into a more desperate and sloppy kiss.

Your right hand had finally made it to the base of his member. You stroked him a few times before aligning him with your entrance.  Anakin then glided into your slick pussy agonizingly slowly until you could feel him almost hitting your cervix. He holds himself in place as groans fall from his plump, blistered lips and onto yours. Anakin pauses. He pulls away from the kiss and glances over your body. You bring your hands up to his hips to let him know he can move but your hands were quickly thrown over your head by Anakin's favorite restraint, the Force.

You watch him while he steadies himself inside you. He slowly runs his hands down the bed until they meet your hips. The sudden contact makes you buck your hips up at him and you get a very low growl in response. You see his large hands envelope your waist as they ascend up your body.

"Anakin?" You say softly. In response he says nothing, just glares at you for a moment before he goes back to memorizing every inch of your body. You can feel the calluses on his palm as they scratch at your skin. You'd always imagined how his flesh hand would feel when you'd train for hours on end. You knew they'd be rough.  He moves them up your sides which tickled but you didn't laugh because all you could focus on was his cock. You could feel your walls clenching around him tightly as he pulsed inside of you. He then graced over your breasts squeezing them gently and flicking his thumb over the pink buds before one hand moved up to your face and swept a piece of hair away and the other, the metal one, stuck one digit in your mouth. You moaned at the feeling of metal on your tongue, his metal that is. He then pulled it from your mouth and connected it to your clit. 

"Say, Master wreck my pussy." he says in a low rasp as he draws tiny circles, with his metal digit, on your clit.

"Master, uh, Master, please wreck my pussy"

"Again." He pulls out slowly.

"Please wreck my pussy, Master." He slams back into you.

"Again." He pulls out and slams back into.

"Fuck!"  You screech at the sudden movement. Your moans were shaky now, along with your hips.

"I said again!" He then brings his metal hand from drawing circles on your clit to now wrap them around your neck. He pressed down gently at first but the longer you waited to say it the harder he pressed.

"Plea-se please wreck my pussy, Master" he pulls all the way out this time so all you can feel is the tip and your juices that came with it on the outside your warm cunt.

"Again." He growled from the loss of you tightly wrapped around him.

"Please, Master Skywalker, wreck my pussy!" With that he slammed back into you even harder as his grip on your neck tightened. He let out a loud groan before releasing your neck which you're sure is bruised now. Anakin is thrusting in and out of you at a vigorous pace making you squirm beneath him. Your moans were now screams of pleasure as Anakin wrecked your pussy.

You could tell he was getting close by how sloppy his thrusts were becoming but you weren't ready for him to cum yet. You wanted to play.

"Does my pussy feel good, Master?" You look up at him innocently. He nods in response. "I, uhh god, I-I didn't hear you, Master. Does my pussy feel good wrapped around your cock, Master?" He nods in response again with a whispered 'yes'. Just then you feel the Force weaken around your wrists. You take this opportunity to bring them up to his shoulders and push him out of you, making you both groan loudly and you can see the anger in his face. He goes to reach for your neck again but you had other plans in mind. You now use the Force and stop his wrist. He's very strong so whatever you were going to do had to be quick. You then get up from the bed and tell him to sit down on the edge. He does as you command just wanting to be back inside of you. You then seat yourself in his lap and softly grind on his cock.

"Tell me how good I make you feel, Master." He throws his head back as you kiss and nibble at his neck. "Tell me how good your cock felt in my dripping, wet pussy, Master." You grabbed his cock at the base and slid your pussy up his shaft before hovering over the tip.

"So fucking good, princess." You slid yourself back down his cock with ease. You take him at a slow pace until you're fucking him the way he had been fucking you. He's a moaning mess under you and the sight of him brings you closer to your high.

"Do you want to feel me cum around your cock?" You say shakily.

"Y-yes, baby." He brings his hands up to your back to steady you.

"Make me cum on your cock, Master. Please." Anakin groans loudly before he throws your legs over his arms and lifts you up whilst pounding into you fiercely. With that you come almost instantly. You scream in pleasure as he finishes you off. Your legs are a shaking mess and you're eyesight is flushed with ecstasy making you see nothing but stars.

After you come down from your high he throws you back onto the bed. He makes you lay down as he aligns his hips with your shoulders. You gladly take him into your mouth as he bottoms out in your throat once again. He's holding your head between both hands as he feeds you his cock. It doesn't take him long before you feel him twitch on your tongue. He lets out a low raspy growl as he climaxes in your mouth.

Once he pulls out of your mouth you let some his cum slip out onto your face, feeling the warm liquid drizzle down your check and into your messy hair.

"Swallow it." He demands. You do as you're told and lick the remaining cum off your cheek.

"Good girl." He says now dismounting and laying down next to you.

That was the best sex you'd ever had and you hate him for that. After your breathing settles you pop up from his bed and get dressed as he watches you. After getting all your clothes on and situate your hair you head to the front door.

"Same time next week?" Anakin calls out after you. You giggle to yourself before turning back around to see the that beautiful mess staring back at you.

"Yes, Master."

xMasterlist.x

[starlightkenobi]

Good Girl // Anakin x Reader

you guys asked for it, so ill deliver. also this is dedicated to the anakins bitches gc i love you hoes

rating: explicit

warnings: i cannot stress this enough: daddy kink, very inappropriate use of the force, dom angry anakin 😳, but he chills out and is all sweet so dont worry, use of slut/whore briefly, praise kink, choking, overstimulation

side note, this gif has evoked something feral in me and i want this man to rail me. that is all.

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“General Skywalker, are you paying attention?” Master Windu glared at him from across the meeting room. Obi Wan also shot him a scathing look, a look that Anakin was very familiar with from his early padawan days.

Anakin blinked, forcing himself back into reality. He gave his own equally annoyed look. “Yes, Master Windu. I am.” His gaze then drifted to you, sitting parallel to him in the Jedi council meeting room. You were staring back at him, an undeniable look in your eyes that he recognized from your many nights spent tangled in each other’s arms. It was lust.

Be careful, little girl. I know that look. Anakin’s voice filled your head, sending a visible shiver down your spine. Luckily, no one was paying enough attention to you to see your arousal, instead, opting to listen to Master Windu’s insufferable droning. 

You projected your own voice into Anakin’s head, casually spreading your legs while you kept your eyes locked on him. I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Anakin clenched his fists, giving you his own familiar look, one that he typically gave when he was on top of you and one of his hands was around your throat. Or, when you were being a brat. You decided that this persona is what you were going to go with. It was more fun than listening to Master Windu anyways.

Unless, you were thinking about me? Anakin’s eyes widened, shocked that you were really going to test him now, in front of the entire Jedi council. You probably were, thinking you could check out and fantasize about fucking me while Master Windu spoke...

Watch your mouth, you little brat. An aggressive voice in your head cut off your thought. Anakin crossed his legs, you figured it was an attempt to cover any erection he might have had.

Your tongue darted across your lips, becoming bold. You knew this was risky, at least Obi Wan was perceptive enough to notice you and Anakin eye-fucking each other from across the room. Still, you didn’t care. You were having too much fun.

What are you gonna do, punish me? Are you going to bend me over your lap in front of the entire Jedi council and spank me? Or are you gonna push me onto my knees and force your cock in my mouth? 

Anakin was fuming. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that he was going to drag you out of that room and fuck you in the nearest empty hallway.

What did I just say, little girl? Watch. Your. Fucking. Mouth. Maybe I just might spank you in front of the Jedi council. I’ll tell them that I’m just trying to keep you in check, make sure that you stay a good girl. My good girl.

You exhaled, forcing yourself to not moan outwardly. Your cunt throbbed with need, and all you could do was just hope that this council meeting would be over soon. Well, that and you could see how far you could push Anakin until he snapped.

But what if I want to be a bad girl, daddy? As soon as your your sultry voice filled his head, a concentrated vibration of the force was sent straight to his dick. Anakin swore that he could feel his heart stop. You were going to be the death of him. 

His hands wrapped around the arm rests of the chair with a vice like grip, his eyes immediately shooting daggers into you. Yeah, you were fucked.

“And with that, I am going to call this meeting to a close.” Before Master Windu could even finish his sentence Anakin was already grabbing your arm and pulling you out the door. 

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Your back collided with the bed, and you let out a gasp. Anakin had practically dragged back to his quarters, not caring about who saw, and certainly not caring about the bruises he left on your wrist from his tight grip on it.

“You little brat.” Anakin’s voice was deep and angry. 

“Anakin...” You whined, arching your back off of the bed, wiggling your hips toward him. This caused a sharp slap to collide with your thigh. “You think you can tease me, touch me, disobey me, in the middle of a council meeting, and then act like a little whore for my touch afterwards? You can’t be a disobedient slut one minute, and then be daddy’s good girl the next. You have to pick one.” His hand slithered to grip your jaw and forced you to lock eyes with him. You shuddered, seeing his cold, icy blue eyes lock with yours. He leaned in, letting his breath fan over your lips while he spoke. “And you know that isn’t my name.”

Shakily, you took a deep breath, inhaling through your nose. Anakin was so close to you that you could practically feel his lips brushing against yours, a phantom touch of the one thing he knew you craved. That’s why you pulled that little stunt earlier, anyways. You craved him, craved the feeling of his lips on yours and the feeling of being coddled, praised. You needed him, almost as desperately as he needed you.

“D-daddy.” You stuttered, trying to keep your cool while Anakin towered over you, caging you in like a frightened animal. You were trapped, with your hips pinned down entirely by one large, strong hand, that prevented you from fleeing. The other hand was wrapped tightly around your jaw, keeping you from looking anywhere but him. All you could see, all you could feel was Anakin. And he intended to keep it that way.

“There’s my good girl.” He cooed, and you couldn’t tell whether it was genuine, or if he was mocking you. To be completely honest, you didn’t really care. “I was beginning to wonder where she went after that little stunt you pulled.” The tone of his voice changed, switching from deep and unsettling to soft and encouraging. As if he was switching from his angry “I’m going to punish you” persona, to his “How is my good little girl! My perfect angel!” persona. You understood why. You deserved to be punished, but you also understood that Anakin needed this just as badly as you did. Being sent back and forth on Jedi missions across the galaxy, you haven’t had much time to be his good girl recently. Nor he, your daddy. He craved this feeling of control, of taking care of you in a way that no one else could. And you were more than happy to give it to him.

“No wonder you acted out, you just needed me to take care of you.” Anakin’s grip on your jaw softened, moving to caress your cheek. “Are you going to sit back and take all I have to give you, like a good girl?”

“Yes, I promise.” Your voice was breathy and hushed, bordering on a whisper.

“That’s the good girl I remember.” Finally, he leaned away from you, giving you a chance to take a deep breathe of air that wasn’t entirely him. You felt relieved, although you still craved his touch back on you. He was going to touch you, to be sure, just not in the way you expected.

Anakin leaned back, slowly stripping himself of his Jedi robes. You went to do the same, only to be stopped by the force pinning your hands above your head. “Let me, baby.” He wouldn’t even allow you to undress yourself without his hands on you. The smug bastard.

After much necessary maneuvering, you were stripped completely bare, while Anakin still had his boxers on and straddled your thighs. “Do you want me to touch you, baby girl?” He asked with a coy smirk tugging at his lips. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear you beg for it.

“Yes...please. I need you, Anakin.” Your hips wiggled slightly, almost on their own, as you were completely unaware that you were doing it.

Anakin tutted, mockingly pouting at you. “You know that’s not how you ask me, little girl. Use my correct title, and tell me what you want.”

You whined, but reluctantly obliged. “Please daddy, please touch me.”

Anakin chuckled, deep in pitch and sending a shiver down to your very core. “Alright, if you say so.”

Although his hands rested on your thighs, you felt a digit insert into your cunt, immediately flexing and vibrating inside of you. It was a dull, unsteady shake, that caused a tingle in the base of your spine. Unprepared, you threw your head back in pleasure and arched off of the bed. Your hands, still remaining pinned beside your head by the force.

“Ani...what are you-aH!” A dull buzzing sensation pressed deep onto your clit, making tight, swift circles that Anakin knew you loved.

“I know you want my hands baby, but it’s only fair. You teased me with the force earlier...I’m only returning the favor.” To punctuate his sentence, the energy inside of you quickened. It almost seemed to expand, filling you up and giving you that dull ache of a good stretch that you craved, the one that Anakin always gave you when he filled you up.

It was so much, so fast. The feeling of pure force energy was swirling and pulsing around you. Inside you. The small, yet so very precise and calculated motions on your clit were driving you insane, and the vibrations that were being fucked in and out of you was sending you to another level of pleasure. It felt so good, but it was too fast. Your body was trying to catch up with itself, process what was happening so quickly.

“Daddy, I-...I c-can’t, it’s too m-much!”

Anakin growled. He fucking growled. Anakin’s grip on your thighs tightened as you writhed in pleasure before him. An invisible hand shot out to clutch at your throat, slowly constricting your airflow. “You can, and you will, little girl. Consider this a blessing compared to what I should be doing to you.”

He leaned forward, the grip on your throat getting tighter and tighter with each inch he moved. “Be thankful that you’re writhing in pleasure and not pain, baby girl.” You felt one last squeeze to your throat, before the presence vanished entirely. You knew that Anakin would never really hurt you, only spank you and get a little rough with you, and only with your consent of course. Still, the threat gave you chills.

He settled back onto your thighs, but you still felt smothered by him and “his” touch. This phantom touch was swirling around your wrists, caressing your sides and your face, teasing your nipples and groping your breasts. You were completely overwhelmed and overstimulated, being completely broken and rebuilt with each touch to your clit and vibration of your cunt. The force lifted you up, soaring you through an endless realm of pleasure towards a destination that you felt approaching rapidly.

“Now you are going to cum for me, baby. For daddy.” Anakin’s fingers rubbed gentle circles into your thighs, helping coaxing you to your orgasm. “Let go, baby. now.” You weren’t ashamed to admit that Anakin’s words sent you over the edge, moaning so loudly that the entire temple could probably hear you. The pleasure you felt was indescribable and unparalleled.

“There you go, good girl.” His soft words coaxed you through your soul altering orgasm, one that left you breathless and a little shaken. Then, as quickly as Anakin had given it to you, he took it away, only leaving you and him.

Finally, the air felt still. A calm peace after the storm. Little did you know, that this was only the eye.

[avengersassemble-fics]

Ashes

part 07/?? “a trap is set”

previous part // next part

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word count 2.1k

Alderaan was just like the stories you had heard over the years. Though it was no Coruscant, it definitely held a sense of sophistication and peace. From the minute the Mantis set itself on the ground though, you were uncomfortably aware of the security force presence that appeared. As the ramp was lowered and you joined Cal’s side, you recognized the man who approached with the security detail.

Even all these years later, you would recognize Bail Organa anywhere.

There were deepened wrinkles around his eyes, patches of white hair grazing the sides of his face, but one thing hadn’t changed: the warming smile he gave the Jedi next to you. You remembered seeing the same smile when you passed him in the Senate building long ago. Cal and you stepped down the ramp nearly in sync, as Bail Organa met you at the bottom. “Thank you for accepting our invitation. I hope you travelled well.”

“We wouldn’t miss the chance of learning more about the Alliance,” Cal replied and glanced your way. “And thanks to some unmarked hyperspace routes we’ve slipped through any Empire detection.”

“That’s good to hear,” Bail said. His eyes glanced your way when Cal spoke of the hyperspace routes, but you stayed stoic. The less people knew of your existence the better. He glanced up at the entry of the ship, where the others were coming out. “I’m sure you’re all needing a chance to relax, I’m more than happy to show you the way.”

“That would be great-”

“Father, how much longer do I have to wait before we can go to Cloudshape Falls? Oh-”

A little girl with braided hair had run up from behind Bail and clutched at his cape when her eyes fell upon the weapon on Cal’s side. In her eyes they held bewilderment and awe, but something hit you hard in the stomach as her eyes soon shifted to the strangers before her. The way her eyebrows furrowed just slightly, the slightly unruly baby hairs… This was the other twin. This was Anakin and Padme’s daughter.

“Please forgive my daughter, she’s never seen a Jedi before,” Bail explained as he rested a hand behind her back. “Leia I told you we’d have to go another day.”

Her frown deepened and she huffed at him, and you closed your eyes shut behind your helmet. It reminded you of Anakin when you were children. “But we always go on Primeday.”

“Please don’t let us stop you from going,” Cal cut in. You watched as Leia’s frown turned into a grin and her father wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“I like him,” she told her father, and earned a snicker from him.

“I bet you do,” Bail told her and moved behind her to place both hands on her shoulders. “While you rest I guess I have other duties to see to.”

“Of course,” Cal agreed and looked back at the others and motioned for them to follow. As you stepped off the ramp and Bail Organa turned to lead the way, a familiar sensation filled your chest. It was enough to make you pause, to glance around you in search of the source of the warmth in your chest, which made Cal stop to check on you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” your modulated voice  said lowly. “I’m going to stay behind for a moment.”

Cal nodded in understanding, but hesitated before catching up with the rest. Your eyes focused on the group slowly disappear into the crowds, and you inhaled deeply. You wondered if it was possible..?

“Never thought I would see the day where we met again,” a voice said close by. You fought all urges to smile, but couldn’t help it when you came face to face with the source.

He was not the man you remembered from five years ago. Adjourned in the same uniform of the other security forces, he held his helmet on his hip as he came up to your side. But his eyes were more calm, as well as the aura surrounding him. You accepted his handshake and clasped your other hand over the back of his hand.

“Dash.. You look like you’re doing well,” you greeted. He grinned and looked down at himself before meeting your gaze behind the helmet.

“It’s been a journey but I’d say it’s been worth it,” he replied before you two removed your hands from one another. “And I go by my given name again, never really liked what he proclaimed me as.. Chordan.”

“Chordan,” you thought over before giving a firm nod. “I like it. Definitely better than what he gave you.”

Chordan motioned in a direction and you began to walk side by side one another. The pace was slow, you basked in one another’s presence and the familiar feeling that radiated off of each other. He led you towards a building that seemed to gleam against the falling sun. “What brings you to Alderaan?”

“I’m accompanying a couple of Jedi on their journey. I’m.. Looking for someone,” you replied cautiously. You both came to a stop as Dash looked you over with a raised brow.

“You don’t mean..?”

“I do,” you cut him off. You couldn’t help but look past him towards the scenery that surrounded the city. “I have to find him without Palpatine finding out.”

The use of the Emperor’s name was quiet, just for him to hear. Chordan had to understand your need to find Anakin, the one in question. He had seen how broken you were that day on Korriban, and the two weeks you spent together after the Purge first occurred. You noticed he straightened himself, nearing you to lean down and whisper something. “I knew I sensed a change in you.”

Before you had a chance to reply someone came up from the building you were nearing, which caused you two to separate. You kept your gaze firm on the distance, to allow Chordan to speak with whoever was coming up from behind. “Sir, we’ve intercepted a message-”

No. It couldn’t be.

You spun around faster than they could finish, impulsively unhooking the holster on your leg and taking a step back. You couldn’t help it, it was yet another person who had attempted to kill you (though it could be argued they had no choice.)

CT-27-5555. Distinguishable by his personality and the faded ‘5’ tattoo on the right side of his temple. One of the ones who saved your life from “Governor” Shuule now six years prior. Setting your hand on your blaster was enough to warrant him to react as well, but Chordan stood between you both.

“I don’t think that’s a wise move,” Fives familiar voice registered in your ears. Your eyes darted between the two men who stood before you, and Chordan focused on you harder.

“Calm down,” he warned you. Fives grew antsy behind him but Chordan narrowed his look at him. “Stand down.”

“Who the hell is this anyway, Sir,” Fives questioned.

Chordan hesitated, which was noticeable by Fives (if that’s what he went by now) who was growing more guarded by the moment. You felt like your breaths were heavy, weighing what you wanted to do, but there was no decision to be made. With a shaky hand you reclaspsed your gun holster and reached up to feel for the latch on your helmet, which for some reason you couldn’t remember where it was. But when you finally got the latch undone and the hissing that sounded after, you lifted it off your head.

You wondered what you looked like to those you haven’t seen in years. Fives had always been one to give his thoughts and feelings away with his facial expressions, and it appears that hadn’t changed. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, eyeing you then Chordan, before his face softened in recognition. “General.. Sir- I mean-”

He was unsure how to address you, given your last encounter with one another, but he stopped speaking the moment you took a careful step forward. He was nervous as you tried to gauge his reaction, maybe to see if he was going to attack you, but his stomach twisted as you stood before him. Fives wasn’t one to get nervous, but there was a first for everything. What startled him the most was when you reached your free hand up to his face, the leathery feeling brushed over his right cheek and traced over the tattoo on his temple. It seemed to confirm something for you. “It’s really you.”

“I.. I’m so sorry,” Fives erupted, earning a frown from the one who had him in awe. “Palpating he installed chips in us Clones.. There was no way to fight his command-“

“It’s okay,” you reassured him while dropping your hand from his face. “You only just grazed me.”

“I thought.. Thought you were dead,” Fives said lowly. You glanced towards Chordan and came to rest your hand again on his shoulder.

“We had to make it believable.. I asked him never to tell anyone, I had to wait until the time was right before-“

“(Y/N),” Chordan interjected, his tone warning you of what you were doing. You glanced at him and shrugged slightly.

“I trusted him with my life, you’ve trusted him all these years it seems.. I can trust him with this,” you reasoned. Fives watched the exchange in confusion, before you let out a small sigh and turned back to him. “I’m trying to find Skywalker.”

Anakin and you had worked hard to conceal your relationship because of the Council and the ways of the Jedi. But almost like how Obi-Wan knew, there must’ve been others unknown to you. You didn’t know if any Clones had figured it out, but by the expression on Fives face it seems like he had figured it out at some point. But there was another hint of urgency that now clicked for him. “The message-“

“What message?” Chordan asked. Fives explained to him he’d want to hear it himself, and with a stolen glance of understanding, you put your helmet back on and followed the two towards your next objective.

The Inquisitor's incompetence was making Vader irritated. It irked him that his training seemed to befall on those who couldn’t even carry out the simplest task: tracking down any remaining Jedi. He knew there were more out there, he could feel them himself. And with his encounter with Cal Kestis on his own turf.. Vader wanted him to be brought before him once more. He would finish what was started if Kestis didn’t comply.

With his Star Destroyer still hustled amongst the stars, Coruscant was still in sight. Standing at the head of the bridge, Vader looked at the distant planet and was silent. The officers below him didn’t bother him, and it was just the way he liked it. He heard the footsteps of a commander approach, before stopping behind him. “Sir, we’ve got the message transmitting to the parameters you’ve requested.”

“Good,” Vader’s voice loomed from behind his helmet. He knew that if anyone heard this message, they would be sure to come.. They’d fall right into his clutches.

“This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. The Jedi Order is rising again. This message is for any surviving Jedi, and those trained in the Force.. We’re awaiting you on Coruscant.”

The message replayed on a loop after that, transmitting on the same frequency that Ben’s real, original message had played on. There were six people listening to it in the command center on Alderaan, but silence befell them. Finally, Fives shut it off and the silence grew to an uncomfortable level before someone finally spoke.

“It’s obviously a trap,” Bail said. Chordan had called him away from his family, while you had called on Cal and Cere, who both looked lost in thought. Bail looked at the group he invited, and furrowed his brows. “Why would Vader go to this length for just you two?”

“He’s probably hoping for more to fall for his trap,” Cere responded, rubbing her chin in thought. “He probably knows that the younger ones may believe the message.. Can’t believe he managed to cut it so believably.”

“We can’t risk him getting a hold of any more Force sensitives,” you remarked behind your helmet. 

“What do you plan on doing? Get captured?” Chordan asked.

“We have to at least try and stop that message, and destroy his chances of creating more,” Cal said. You nodded in agreement, but Bail seemed more hesitant.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked the young Jedi. Cal glanced your way, and you shared a knowing nod.

The Mantis was returning to the fallen temple.

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the edge of hope (1/9)

summary: canon divergent au; when Din left Sorgan to protect the Child, he left the woman he’d fallen in love with, not knowing he’d also left behind something else. Or, Omera and Winta join Mando and Grogu on their season 2 adventures. Mandomera!

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The Secret

Before Omera discovered she was expecting her daughter Winta, she had an instinct. It was warm, this feeling, tingling along her flesh in goosebumps in a way that mirrored a cool breeze. Even before she knew for certain, with signs and symptoms, she knew.

Just as she knew now.

She lay in her bed with the realization sitting heavy against her chest. It seemed to just happen, the knowledge that she was going to be a mother for the second time. Unprompted, but certainly not unwanted.

Her fingers fell to her middle, tracing a delicate circle over her bellybutton.

Would it be a boy this time? A boy with dark hair and eyes. A boy with a calm dominance like his father?

Or perhaps it would be another girl. Winta would love a baby sister.

She listened to the sounds of the night. Her palm settled against her still-flat belly.

Her unborn child’s father had left the planet of Sorgan only a few weeks ago, but it almost felt like it had been years. They’d grown close while he was in the village. So close, indeed, that she’d invited him into her arms and bid him farewell with the most tender of embraces.

Omera had never seen the Mandalorian’s face, but his voice she would never forget. A whisper in her ear, breaking, “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

She’d understood, of course, even though she’d tried her hardest to get him to stay. To settle down and raise his son in the village. To stay for her. It was selfish, but the way she felt for him was too strong to ignore - she needed to fight for it.

And perhaps now, she could understand why.

Omera didn’t know how to contact the Mandalorian, and at the time it hadn’t been important to learn. They’d just been two strangers brought together by the most incredible circumstances. Both of them were parents to children they swore their lives to protect. They were drawn together by fate and pulled apart by timing.

In another life, maybe she would have offered to travel with him instead of staying put. It was for Winta’s sake that she stayed. Sorgan was their home. Their people were on Sorgan.

It wouldn’t be wise to try and find a way to share her news, she decided, for sake of the Mandalorian’s mission. Protecting the Child was his prime task, and she knew that if they’d stayed, the Child would only be hunted each and every day.

Perhaps, Omera thought, when she knew for certain that this feeling that covered her like a warm blanket was true, she could make her way to the place where Cara Dune had mentioned she’d be.

For the time being, she would just have to imagine what life could have been, were it not for the forces acting against them.

-

Two Months Later

Din Djarin sat in the cockpit of his ship. The Child he’d been quested to care for rested in the seat beside him, almost suspiciously quiet. With the bounty off of their heads, they would finally be free to move on to their next task: finding the Jedi.

It seemed like an impossible feat. He didn’t know any Jedi, and he didn’t know where to begin his search. He only knew that the Mandalorians and Jedi were adversaries. Maybe, if he could find another Mandalorian, they would have a clearer picture of where a Jedi could be found.

But something made him stop short. His fingers hovered over the navigation computer as if frozen.

So easily he drove himself into the ground solving one problem that could lead him to his next trouble. It was how he’d made a living, before. 

“You and your boy could have a good life. He could be a child for a while. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

Omera’s words seemed to return to him every time he had even just a moment for himself. 

They hadn’t had enough time together. He’d found himself with an itch to run, to return to life as usual, and then a more paternal need to protect the kid took over.

He shut his eyes, thinking back to the way she’d felt in his arms that night before he decided to go. She’d been so kind. So loving.

“You were brought here for a reason,” she’d told him in a whisper, “and I know it’s selfish, but I wish it was for me.”

Since he left Sorgan, when Din closed his eyes to rest, he thought of the way her lips curled into a smile. He thought of her laugh, and the way she sighed when they were so intimately together.

Turning in his chair, he looked to the Child, who peered up at him with a curious quirk of his head. He cooed, thoughtful, and Din took a deep breath. This was his son, according to the Armorer, which meant that he would raise him as his own for however long it took to reunite him with his kind.

“Before we go look for a Jedi, I want to stop somewhere,” Din said. “We won’t take long. I just need to make things right first. Honor is an important part of my creed.”

He’d left Sorgan, and Omera, without a promise of his return, and he hadn’t intended upon revisiting. 

Things had changed so quickly, as they’d seemed to since the arrival of the Child in his life. 

He had almost died just a short time ago. He could still see that beckoning darkness when he closed his eyes. His entire clan had been scattered and slain. He and the Child were on their own. 

There was nothing stopping him from returning to Sorgan again other than his own pride. Yet, his pride was smothered by another feeling altogether: guilt. 

On a heavy sigh, he prayed that it wouldn’t be a mistake to return, that Omera wouldn’t cast him away after what he’d done, and entered in the coordinates for Sorgan.

-

Omera’s body began to swell much sooner than she anticipated. 

Her bump wasn’t very noticeable, but it provided her even more proof that the feeling she’d had was true: she was expecting a baby. 

There was gossip around the village about who the father might be, but she never gave them any hints. It wasn’t hard to guess. Their village was a small place where everyone knew each other almost too well.

Perhaps she had been too obvious about the way she felt while he was with them, and then for the days that followed his departure. She’d kept to herself when he left, feeling sorrowful in a way that didn’t make sense. They weren’t meant to be together, so why was it so difficult to let him go?

When she told her news to Winta, her daughter had screamed with delight and immediately cradled her small bump, giving it affectionate kisses and whispers.

Now that she knew that she truly was expecting, Omera often laid awake at night thinking about how she should get a message to the Mandalorian. She’d heard he had come to Sorgan a short while ago, taking Cara Dune with him in haste. 

It hurt that he wouldn’t have even bothered to visit, but again, she understood. The Child must have been in danger. Cara was a fighter, and a good one at that. 

With a hand on her belly, Omera sat upright in her bed. It was the middle of the night, and she was unable to sleep. She’d found herself too wound up thinking of all the ways she could tell the Mandalorian about this unexpected surprise that came from their union.

She’d need to tell him soon if he was going to be involved. If he’d want to be. She was sure he would want to know, if only to be aware of what paths lay ahead of him. 

Omera stood and wrapped a blanket around her shoulders. She checked briefly on her daughter, still soundly sleeping, before putting her feet into a pair of boots at the hut door. 

The outside was much cooler at night, but not unlivable. She stepped quietly to the chair on the porch and sat in it, her focus turning to the stars.

Sometimes, she liked to imagine her Mandalorian was doing the same.

Suddenly, she saw a ship break the atmosphere, flying steadily in the direction of a landing nearby. Something about the ship was familiar in a way that made her heart jump in her chest.

Could it be? Had he returned?

If it was him, all of her dreams would be answered. She would have the chance to share her news. Perhaps she could even share her feelings. Would he feel the same for her?

Omera sat on the porch for a few hours, gazing up at the night sky. She didn’t know if the Mandalorian had plans to return to the village, so she didn’t hold onto any hope that he would.

Instead, Omera soothed a hand over her middle and dreamt of the life she would have with two children in her care. It wouldn’t be easy, but she loved being a mother to Winta. She knew her heart would swell with love for the new child, too.

She wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, but she awoke to the sounds of the dawn. The sun barely kissed the horizon and the sky glowed with warmth of the coming morning.

Omera turned her focus to the hunger rising within her and walked toward the food storage, where she’d be able to get something small to eat before she’d wake Winta for the day.

“Omera.”

Her heart leapt at the familiarity of the sound that came from a voice modulator. 

Before her, she found the Mandalorian, just as she remembered him, holding in one arm his boy, still just as small as he’d been before. 

He was on Sorgan to see her again. He came back.

Omera wasn’t sure if he’d noticed the swell of her belly, but she was too overwhelmed to care.

“You’re here.”

The Mandalorian gave the slightest nod while Omera closed the distance between them. He stood just at the edge of the village, far enough out that his presence wouldn’t have caused a scene.

“Is your boy safe?”

Again, he nodded. “We’re no longer being hunted.”

Hopeful, Omera allowed herself to get a little carried away with her thoughts. Maybe he had come here for her. Maybe if they weren’t being hunted, that meant he was ready for the life she’d offered him here.

“Does that mean you’re back for good?”

He was silent. The Child cooed, looking up at the Mandalorian with curiosity. He met the Child’s gaze and shook his head ever so slightly.

“No. I have been given a task to find his kind. The Jedi.”

Omera’s eyes widened. “He’s a Jedi?”

“Yes.”

She studied the Child, a soft smile filling her face. “I knew he was a special boy.”

The morning sounds were pretty in her ears, suddenly brighter in sound than they had been in the time the Mandalorian had been gone away from Sorgan. The warm glow of the sunrise seemed fuller, too.

“I want to apologize,” the Mandalorian said. “For leaving the way I did.”

“You needed to protect your boy. Any parent would have done the same.”

He nodded. He seemed quieter than he’d been before. She had to wonder what he’d been through these past few months. 

“I almost died,” he explained. “We were pinned down by stormtroopers in Nevarro. I… took my helmet off.”

Her eyes widened. He’d been so adamant before that it couldn’t be removed. “You did?”

“It was the only way. A nurse droid saved my life.”

Suddenly, she felt overwhelmed in a different way. While she was in the village, harvesting krill and living her life on Sorgan, he was out there, very nearly having lost his life. 

Tears found her eyes and she reached with one hand to place it on the cool of his beskar helmet. She wished she could touch his warm cheek, to comfort him in a way she’d never been able to, and likely never would.

“You’re free to stay here as long as you need.” Omera smiled. It took a conscious effort to be polite when she wished she could be something more. “Recover from battle. Prepare for the next leg of your journey.”

The Mandalorian surprised her when his hand found hers over his helmet. The familiarity of the feeling brought her back to his last morning on Sorgan.

“You didn’t have to come back here,” Omera said, still trying to understand why he’d come.

“I wanted to,” the Mandalorian told her. He paused, shifting on his feet just enough that she realized how close they stood together. “I wanted to see you.”

Omera took a deep breath and pulled her hand away from his. She could only imagine what seeing death like he had felt like. What sorts of things had he thought about as the realization came?

“Why?”

She could sense a struggle. He paused for a few beats longer than necessary, and when he spoke, it was softer, as if exposing a part of himself he was afraid of.

“I thought about you.” The Mandalorian averted his gaze, looking at his son in his arm. “I almost died, and all I could think about as I was lying there was you.”

Her heart skipped a beat in surprise. In his final moments, he thought about her. 

Now she understood why he had come back again.

Around them, Sorgan began to wake. She heard the families of the village chattering in the early morning, keeping their voices low, and she knew it would only be a matter of time before they emerged and found that the Mandalorian had returned.

They would be eager to talk to him and smother him in questions, but Omera was greedy and wanted time to talk with him alone. If nothing else, they desperately needed at least a few minutes to talk.

“Come with me. I’ll give you space to sit for a minute. We can talk.”

The Mandalorian nodded in agreement and followed her to the barn where he’d stayed before. 

She worried herself over clearing a place for him to sit and glanced over her shoulder at him, asking, “Are you hungry?” 

“If you can spare something to eat, we’d be grateful.”

He settled the Child into his lap when he sat down on a chair, and Omera lingered by the door, staring at him as if he would disappear if she looked away.

“I won’t go anywhere.”

Omera laughed to herself, embarrassed. “Sorry. I just… didn’t think…” 

She cut herself off, shaking her head. She was acting like a teenager in love for the first time and it was completely unbecoming. She was sure the Mandalorian could see straight through her. 

“I’ll go get you two something to eat and see Winta off for the morning. I’ll be back soon.”

She lingered a moment more, staring at the man that her heart longed for the most, and then slipped out of the barn, moving swiftly toward the home she shared with Winta. 

She felt giddier than she had in a very long time, and it wasn’t for good reason at all. She knew the Mandalorian would leave Sorgan again. It was always inevitable that he would leave. 

Biting softly on her lip, Omera entered her home and found that Winta had already risen for the day. She sat at their small table, nibbling on a meal she must’ve put together for herself.

“Morning, Mama.”

“Good morning, Winta. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.”

“That’s okay.”

Omera lowered a kiss to the top of Winta’s head and took a deep breath of the morning as she sat beside her. “I have something to share with you.”

Winta quirked an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“The Mandalorian has returned.”

Her daughter stopped chewing, her eyes growing wide. “Really?”

Omera nodded. “I’m not sure how long he’s staying, so let’s keep it between us, alright?”

Winta agreed with an excited nod. “Does he have the Child?”

Omera smiled. “Yes. They’re in the barn. I wanted to get them something to eat. Would you help me?”

“Okay.”

Together, Omera and Winta prepared the Mandalorian and his son a small meal, and together, they approached the barn with a quiet understanding between them.

It wasn’t everyday Sorgan got a visitor, and it wasn’t everyday that their village played host, especially to someone like the Mandalorian and his Jedi son.

When they entered the barn, she found the Mandalorian sitting atop the chair, exactly as she’d left him. He looked up from the boy in his arms as she and Winta made their delicate approach.

“I hope it’s alright that I brought Winta.” Omera found herself feeling more nervous than she should. “She’s missed your boy.”

The Child looked at Winta, a familiarity in the way he tilted his head and cooed.

“Looks like he remembers you,” the Mandalorian told Winta.

Winta giggled with delight and waved at the boy, but kept her distance, just as Omera had asked of her. 

“Can I feed him?”

At the question, the Mandalorian leaned over, settling the Child on the floor of the barn. “Why don’t you take him outside? He would probably like to play, too.”

Winta’s face lit up. She nodded. “I’ll make sure he’s fed first.”

Omera watched as Winta lifted the small boy and carried him toward the threshold. And then, as if it were always meant to be this way, she was alone with the Mandalorian again.

She turned to him and extended the plate in her hand. “Here. I’ll leave this with you.”

He reached for the plate, but stopped short. 

“My name is Din Djarin.” The Mandalorian’s voice cracked when he spoke. “You can call me Din.”

Omera smiled softly, privately delighted over the fact that she wouldn’t ever have to think of him as just a Mandalorian again. He had always been more than that to her, and now she could call him by his true identity: Din. 

“Din.” She nodded her head with reverence for what he’d given her. “I’ll go do some things around the village while you eat, and I’ll be back. We can talk, if you want.”

Finally, he took the plate from her. “I would like that.” 

Omera’s heart swelled, unable to help itself. This was the man she’d longed for ever since the day he left Sorgan. Now, she would have the chance to speak with him again. To even just be near him again.

“I’ll see you later, Din.”

-

When Din finished eating, he waited for Omera to return. 

He wasn’t eager to insert himself in a place he didn’t belong, so he instead stood at the window that looked out over Winta and the Child. They played happily with a few of the other children in the village. It was truly where he seemed to fit in, amongst other children that saw him as an equal.

Sometimes, Din felt as if he wasn’t an adequate caretaker for the boy. They were always in danger, flying lightspeed through the stars, running or hunting. A place like Sorgan gave him a chance to breathe. To set his thoughts straight.

The Jedi was his prime directive, and he had every intention of finding one. The Child needed someone who could care for him in a way that he needed to be cared for. A Jedi would guide him and help him grow in ways Din would never be able to.

And yet, here he was: on Sorgan chasing after something from his own heart. He didn’t know what he was going to achieve with his return, but if he hadn’t made the effort, if he hadn’t been able to see Omera again… he wouldn’t have the peace to continue on his journey. Not after the way he’d left things.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” Omera’s voice came from the entry of the barn. “Are you decent?”

Din nodded, smiling a little to himself. She was not only beautiful, but caring in a way he rarely saw in his travels from planet to planet. 

“Yes. You can come in.”

When Omera entered the barn, he turned to her. She wore her hair down in a pretty cascading wave that settled against her back, and instead of a dress, she wore pants and a long-sleeve top. 

Omera looked different than the last time he’d seen her. There was a certain bright hope in her eyes that sparkled all the brighter when she flashed her teeth at him in a smile. Beyond that contagious look in her eyes, she seemed to glow.

She approached him at the window and studied him quietly. “I can tell you’ve been through a lot. Do you want to talk about it?”

He shook his head. It wasn’t Omera’s burden to bear. Everything he’d gone through had simply been a sobering reminder that his life was short. 

Death would always tease him. It was an inherent risk of doing what he did. It was part of the Mandalorian creed, a proud part of what he believed, but he’d never been so close before that he could taste it in his mouth and see it when he closed his eyes. 

“The Child and I are a clan of two,” Din told her. He looked out the window again, finding the boy toddling toward a ball on the ground. “Everything I do, I do for him.” Returning his focus to Omera, he swallowed at the lump forming in his throat. “But coming here again was for myself.”

Omera’s smile was kind. “You’re allowed to do things for yourself.”

He thought back to the last time he was on Sorgan, to the night before he left. 

It had been warm, the way they touched and explored more deeply, but it hadn’t been exactly delicate. They fumbled and laughed. Somehow, the hem of Omera’s dress ripped.

“My dress tore,” she’d whispered with a wrinkled nose. There was a lighthearted twinkle in her eye, unashamed and unconcerned about the predicament she’d encountered. 

Din had laughed in surprise, a little too loud for the quiet they were trying to keep. It had been so silent between them, the build up to that moment, with a passion building in touches and stares. 

Flashing him a playful smile while she'd laughed beneath her breath, Omera had pressed a finger over the place his lips were beneath his helmet. “Shh.”

Asking him to be quiet only made him laugh more, his chest bouncing with each gentle chuckle. 

Omera slid her palms against his chest and he settled his against her hips, holding her with strength and reverence. He didn’t deserve to be shown the kind of hope Omera offered him- still didn't.

“I love your laugh.” Omera had tilted her head affectionately, an equally as affectionate smile upon her lips. “It’s warm. Like the sunset.”

He'd considered it for a second, focused only on the beauty that had straddled his hips, and whispered, “Yours is like honey.”In the end, it had been perfect in a way that it needed to be.

Maybe it had been the encounter that terrified him into leaving, intent on allowing the kid to stay behind, to grow up in peace with Omera as his caretaker. 

His heart had never ached the way it did that night, as she lay beside him sleeping. It was like he found something he hadn’t realized he’d been searching for.

“I feel bad for how I left things with you,” Din said. He hoped she could hear his honesty. “I didn’t want to stay, even after… we shared what we did.” 

Omera nodded. His words hadn’t surprised her. “You’re destined for something more than Sorgan. I knew that then, too.”

Still, his chest ached. “You’re not upset with me?”

“No.”

She put her palm against his helmet and he felt his breath hitch as if she’d touched his flesh. In her eyes, he saw something change. She had something she was keeping from him. A secret. 

When she spoke again, it wasn't to share her secret, however, “I’m glad you came back.”

Din reached for her hand and took it, giving it a tender squeeze. “I wish I could say we can stay here, but I have to do right by the Child.”

“I know,” Omera promised. Her smile was soft and kind. It reminded him of the way sunlight felt on his skin. “We can have this day together again, and when you’re ready, one day you’ll return. Then, we can pick up where we left off.”

He wanted, very badly, to believe that things could end that way, but he’d almost died. The last thing he wanted was for his end to come before he could fulfill the dream Omera held in her heart.

“I… don’t think that will be possible.”

Her brow knitted and she shook her head. She lowered her hand away from his helmet. “Why not?”

“I can’t make a promise I can’t keep.”

“You don’t need to make a promise.”

“You shouldn’t wait for me.” The words came out on a crack, his heart at war with his mind. “You should do what’s right for you. Do what’s right for your daughter.”

Omera was silent. She tilted her head, studying him more, and then her eyes fell shut as she tilted her head down toward the ground. When her gaze returned to him, she shook her head.

“I’ll wait for you.”

Her words hit him in his gut harder than any punch or blaster fire ever had before.

“I have faith that you’ll return one day.” Omera searched his eyes. “I want to wait for you because it will be worth every moment spent apart.” With a soft sigh, she took a half step backwards. “That is, unless you don’t want to come back.”

Din studied Omera. He wasn’t sure why she felt the way she did, but he respected her heart more than he even respected his own.

“Come with us. We can find the Jedi together.”

Omera’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

“I’ve seen how you shoot. You can handle yourself. And if it would allow us to… be together, then I think it would be worth it.”

She took a step backward, shaking her head. “Din…”

Omera looked out the window, at the children. He followed her gaze, seeing Winta giggling with the Child, overjoyed to be reunited once more.

“Winta would come with us.”

For just a few seconds, his proposition sat between them and he very nearly thought that he should take it back. She finally looked at him again and in her eyes, he saw that secret once more.

“I want to say yes,” Omera told him. “But it wouldn’t be right to pull Winta away from her home.”

Consistency was the one thing he’d be unable to give them on the Crest, moving from system to system. Maybe one day, he’d be able to slow himself down enough, but as long as he had a mission, he’d never be enough for Omera and Winta.

He felt strangely upset that she didn’t want to join him. It was his path forward, not hers. She belonged on Sorgan. Why did he want her to come with him so much?

There were tears in Omera’s eyes, unshed, and her voice was quiet when she spoke, “You don’t know how badly I wish I could leave.”

Din nodded. It would be for the best, wouldn’t it? Having Omera on the ship was a strange idea to have to begin with. He liked traveling alone. 

“It’s alright.”

“No,” Omera murmured, “it isn’t.”

“Come with us, then.” This time, he was more purposeful, stepping toward her with every intention to sweep her into his arms as if he could hold her again the way he had before. 

He suddenly found himself wondering what it would feel like to look at her with his own eyes, not through the haze of his visor. The last time he’d had this feeling, he almost allowed her to pull his helmet from his head. 

When IG-11 had removed it, he’d felt exposed. Unlike himself. Unnatural, even. But the droid wasn’t a living being. He hadn’t broken his creed.

If he pulled his helmet off now, it would absolutely be broken. Who would he be then? 

Maybe the better question was: who was he now? He had practically begged her to join him on his path when it wasn’t her place. 

It was selfish. He was incredibly selfish. He opened his mouth to take it all back, to apologize, to hopefully set things right again, but Omera spoke first. 

“Maybe it would only be for a little while.” Omera’s head tilted slightly in thought. “We could come back to Sorgan once we found the Jedi. Winta would love the adventure.”

His heart leapt violently against his ribcage. She wanted to join him.

“We can do that.” 

Omera took a deep breath, contemplating him, and then gave a succinct nod. “Okay.”

There was no way this was happening. Was it? He’d come to the village on Sorgan with the intention to apologize, and all of a sudden, he would be leaving with Omera at his side, ready to fight with him as they looked for a Jedi.

“You’re sure?”

She laughed, sweet like honey. “Yes, Din. I’m sure.”

Din laughed out of sheer joy, something he rarely allowed himself. Almost by instinct, he took her face between his hands, pulling the crown of his head down to hers in a Keldabe kiss. He shut his eyes as they shared the intimate moment. 

In all of his life, he had never allowed himself to be given away so freely to another. Yet, here he stood. His heart had practically flown off of Sorgan on its own because Omera wanted to go on this journey with him.

Omera’s fingers curled around his hands and she sighed contentedly. Something in her sigh echoed the sentiment within his chest. They both longed to be together.

“We’ll leave tomorrow morning,” Din said. “That will give you time to prepare.”

When she pulled away from the close embrace, Omera wore a soft smile, but in her eyes, he again saw her secret hiding. Maybe, he thought, he’d ask about it later. For now, they had plenty to deal with.

-

It took a few hours to find the Razor Crest, Din’s ship, nestled quietly in the midst of tall towering trees. Winta had spent much of the journey playing with the Child, while Omera had spent her time worrying about whether or not she was making a huge mistake.

She’d thought about telling Din. More than once, she’d had the opportunity to share that she was expecting, and she knew that going on an adventure off of the calm of Sorgan would likely only cause her more trouble. 

It would only be a few weeks before she’d really begin to show, and she knew Din would know by then just by looking at her figure.

Her tongue seemed to get stuck within her mouth each time she parted her lips to say something. Maybe it wasn’t time yet. Maybe she would wait for a private moment, away from the children, and tell him then.

“Is this your ship?” Winta asked, in awe of the vessel that stood before them.

“Yes.”

“And we’ll be staying on it for a few weeks?”

Din looked at Omera. She smiled, reaching for the back of Winta’s head to cradle it in her palm, her hair soft to the touch.

“Just a few weeks. We’ll come back to Sorgan once we find the Child’s kind.”

Winta looked down at the baby in her arms. He made a little noise at the attention, pleased.

Together, they filled the ship with the goods the village had offered them for their journey. Once everything was on board, Omera helped Winta and the Child find the cockpit of the craft while Din did a check outside.

“Mama, does the Mandalorian know about...?” Winta asked in a quiet voice.

Omera shook her head. “No. And I would like to keep it that way, until I’m ready to share our news. Alright? Don’t tell him yourself.”

“I won’t,” Winta assured her. She smiled. “It would be nice if we could all be a family.”

Omera’s heart felt full even at the barest mention of the idea that had already rooted itself deep within her. She helped buckle Winta into a seat and bit on her lower lip. “It would be nice.”

The Child made a noise from Winta’s arms, a coo that sounded like a question. He reached out for Omera’s middle and she swore that he waved a hand over it, as if he knew there was life growing inside.

“Alright, everything looks good out there,” Din’s voice interrupted. His arrival brought Omera up onto her feet. She turned, careful within the tight space. “Is everyone ready?”

Omera nodded. “Where are we going first?”

“Tatooine. I’ve learned that there is a Mandalorian there. Hopefully, they can connect me to more of my kind.” 

As the Razor Crest lifted out of the marshland of Sorgan, Omera felt as if it was the beginning of a hopeful future. They would be given a home here, as unique and strange as it was, and they would be with the man she loved.

Once the ship entered space, Din turned, looking over his shoulder at the girl sitting over his shoulder. “Would you like to help?”

Winta’s eyes widened with delight. “Me?”

“Come here.”

Winta did as she was told and sat on Din’s lap. He taught her what to do with a gentle voice, one Omera knew he possessed but rarely used. She’d heard him speak this way to the Child just the night prior, as evening fell over Sorgan and he tried to get his son to sleep.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Din asked when Winta had pushed the lever on the console.

Her daughter laughed. “Thank you for letting me fly.” 

“You’re welcome, Winta.”

It was then that Omera realized deep within her heart that it would all be alright. 

They were brought together again for a purpose. Whether they traveled together for a few days or a lifetime, she counted herself lucky to have the opportunity to sit on the Mandalorian’s right hand side.

[hawaiian-has-moved]

you aren’t cannon. beetlebabes is more cannon than you. at least that shit was in the musical and movie and cartoon.

Need I remind you idiots, since I have already said I'm no longer being nice to you anymore.

That I do not give a damn what you think it looked like to you in that fucked up brain of yours, it's still p*dophilia. Man it's almost sad I live this rent free in your head for existing. I just exist and your blood boils. It's cute.

Anyway, Lydia is a minor in every version.

And if you think the wedding in the movie was romantic. Man every gross man I've cringed at for being a creepo must have been true love.

But see, that's the thing you people don't get huh? Consent. Consent does not exist to you. If it did you wouldn't fight when people say that Lydia is a minor and therefore cannot consent. It doesn't click because you found something hot about shipping this developing teen with this old as fuck perv.

But oh? Is that not enough for you, you cry, begging to justify your vile ship. Allow me to humor you and go through the other versions.

In fact! I'll analyze a whole song just for you.

Also please look at yet another picture of Lydia obviously not having it.

Way back when I was just ten

Simple and sweet

Everywhere, fellas would stare

Out on the street

And I felt used

Kinda confused

I would refuse to look in their eyes

But now I really love creepy old guys

This is kinda obvious, she's been preyed on before by men. So basic p*do trying to gr**m a kid scenario. But the satire to the song of course is that "it's all fine now" Which it's obviously not, she's just using this to trick him so they can send him back as an end goal.

We all do!

Gum disease

Skin like grilled cheese

Saggy old asses

(Saggy old asses)

Cute and vile

Hey baby, smile

To each girl that passes

They make me blush

(Can't get enough)

Now one of 'em loves me, wants to be mine

(That's right)

Marrying my own creepy old guy!

(I'm a creepy old guy)

This is just more playing out the satire of pretending it's okay, but with Beej chiming in because he already lacks the knowledge that this is grooming and it's not okay. Tricking him into thinking this is fine to end up killing him is a breeze.

My creepy old guy, my creepy old guy

I'm so happy I could cry

Girls may seem disgusted, but we're actually just shy

It's not uncommon that I've heard about or heard someone get told that they're just shy when a gross ass old man or someone is trying to gr**m a kid. It's gaslighting and manipulation in most cases. So for them to say that it's because they're actually just shy as part of the satire is the point.

My creepy old groom (creepy old groom)

Play that wedding tune

Hey folks, step aside

(I am older, but I'm glad I waited)

And if you've watched a bootleg, you would recall Barbara right here smiling and then turning away with eyes wide, like "this is not fucking okay" Kind of look on her face. But yeah this is another one of those phrases that you hear too often in these gross situations.

'Cause here comes the bride

I am marrying my creepy old guy

(Creepy old guy, creepy old guy, creepy old guy)

He's my creepy old guy

(Creepy old guy, creepy old guy, creepy old guy!)

Fix his hair

Get him prepared

For Armageddon

Again if you have seen a bootleg, here Lydia puts a finger to her lips and goes shhhh. Because Armageddon is Beejs death.

Sure, the groom

Crawled out of a tomb

But hey, hey, it's a wedding!

He's really fucking old guys. There is a huge age gap and this is p*dophilia.

So dim the lights

Pick up some rice

Say something nice

It's my day to shine

I'm getting hitched to my creepy old guy

(It's showtime)

Creepy old guy, creepy old guy

She's marrying a creepy old guy

Have you guys seen "Lolita"?

This is just like that, but fine

I have not seen Lolita, but I have been told it's similar to this who marriage scenario and is mega bad. Now if it were Lolita fashion, that is made to ward off men, so I assume it's a movie from what info I have.

Creepy old dude, creepy old dude

Our faith has been renewed

Now love is alive!

Wave your baby girl goodbye

I am walking down the aisle

I wanna see a tear in every eye as I pass by

I know that on the outside he's disgusting

And even on the inside, he's disgusting

This whole scenario is fucking vile. He's vile.

But I know that this time, I'm makin' it right

(Making it right, making it right!)

With my family by my side

O.M.G.

Dressed to a "T"

Fancy and formal

I found me a wife

L'chaim to life

This is so normal!

I was ignored

But now, I'm adored!

'Cause I extorted, tortured, and lied

Give it up for my underage bride!

They've done it, they have successfully tricked him into thinking this is okay with no funny business. But he's about to get stabbed. L'chaim to life is a nod at him being Jewish, also he had a Kippah in the DC version which backed this joke, but it fell off a lot ig so he doesn't have it now. Traditionally there was a lot of marrying women off to much older men for property and stuff, as most religions do/did tho. I was in a production of Fiddler on the roof for example and that was the whole premise.

Here comes the bride

Here comes the bride

God be glorified

I can't believe some cultures think this kind of thing's alright

My creepy old guy

My creepy old guy

Doesn't he deserve a chance at life?

Oh yeah, that's right

Yeah, that's right

So let's make him alive!

I am marrying my creepy old guy!

Guy, guy, guy, creepy old guy

Guy, guy, creepy old guy

Guy, guy

(I have chills)

Yeah!

And then they stab him and the till death do we part sign over the stage all makes sense now because the wedding vows are undone and since he's recently deceased he almost returns to the netherworld.

Etcetera etcetera... But of course you guys go tome deaf at that one when it plays if I remember right.

Oh right, the cartoon, of course, I knew just what you were thinking don't worry. You're thinking "oh well what about the comics, and the valentine cards! And and the animators who drew lewd stuff of Lydia!" Well.... Haha! Still p*dophilia! And also I have seen the infamous Lydia drawing and it's got her head shape, nose, lips, but it's not fully her. Even if it was again my first point, still p*dophilia. And yeah just because the people who worked on it drew it, doesn't make it suddenly okay. Ffs...

I couldn't even find a cartoon wedding that wasn't fan drawn to match this one. Because that doesn't exist! But I do have my favorite point to make.

Beetlejuice's look into Lydia's future in Pest O' the West.

Now why you b*bes were busy being p*dos and gr**ming kids on the internet into thinking this shit is okay, I was mastering the art of common fucking sense.

Beej makes a joking remark that he cannot see into the future while hiding from Bully the Crud, but when he does as per usual, his puns and phrases make his magic go to work. So a crystal ball appears in front of him showing the future in the images I've provided.

Lydia, doing a heaping pile of dishes as a ghost for bully and all of their kids, very unhappy and driven insane. Because imagine what being married to someone it's obviously wrong to be with would do to her mind. He hates seeing her like this, so he rushes to save her. Which he successfully does.

Toon is actually the one with canon evidence of this shit being not okay to him.

Also before anyone tries to say it, no the movie and cartoon aren't connected, she doesn't even live in Winter River in the cartoon that should have made it obvious. Besides she's like 14-16 in the movie. So I don't think she de-aged.

Lastly, two things that are off topic. I believe it's spelled canon, and before anyone goes saying fiction doesn't effect reality, I would like you to explain to me how being a Jedi is a official religion if that is so true.

See anon! I gave you my special, condescending talk that too two hours to type on my phone! You stalked me endlessly and I picked you as the special anon that, I didn't deletes ask for being a gross piece of shit in a minors ask box! Wow. That searching my name clicking on my asks, and typing out all that so I could live rent free in your head really.... Didn't work lol. I may have took two hours to type this, but I assure you I will forget about you in 2 days max. Because unlike you, I have better things to do than ship a minor with an ancient demon. Bye bye now, be sure to rant about me with pure rage to your house p*do friends so that my existence may spread further into other people's minds! Woo... Being famous is so tough. 😉

[siennahrobek]

Qui-Gon Jinn had not expected to wake up at all, much less in a fire fight.

He was lying flat on the ground, his back aching a little like he had fallen from the trees. Blaster fire soared over him, and it took him a moment to realize that he wasn’t, in fact, at this position, going to get hit. He could hear some explosions far off, that rumbled the ground and voices that screamed indecipherable orders. Hopefully, the explosions wouldn’t get closer. He had enough to deal with the blasters.

Qui-Gon didn’t really want to move but he knew he probably should. He just had to figure out a way to stand without immediately getting shot in the crossfire of whatever battle was happening. This was all rather strange. With a long and slow blink, he turned to his side, still too low to be in the range of the shots overhead and looked around.

His surroundings were woodsy but in a bit of a clearing. There would be plenty of cover. However, getting to that cover would be the challenge. He crawled over to a fallen log, trying to keep himself unnoticed. He didn’t know who was around or how close they were. Predictably, he failed.

Qui-Gon could practically hear Obi-Wan’s snarky comment. “Well, of course.”

“There is a civilian, sir!” someone called and Qui-Gon knew it wasn’t Obi-Wan. Not that it could have been anyways. Within the moment, Qui-Gon was surrounded, protected by a small group of armored soldiers. They have Qui-Gon enough time to get to his feet and ignite his saber.

There was not a second to waste. He leapt over their heads in a classic and well-done Aratu jump and deflected blaster bolts that were incoming. He didn’t know the sides or who was who, but these boys had defended him. So, for now, it was an easy side to choose. Aratu wasn’t perfect for this type of thing, but Qui-Gon easily shifted into something simple, a blocking form. Reminiscent of Soresu, he has been told.

“Oh! He’s a jedi!” a soldier said, a bit surprised but not completely shocked by his appearance.

Qui-Gon winced, fearing the next reaction. Not everyone was so pleasant and accommodating when people figured out who and what he was.

“I didn’t know another was stationed here,” another said.

They sounded quite familiar to one another. Perhaps it was the vocoder in their helmets.

He blinked, surprised. There was another jedi out here? This far out? It didn’t seem very likely, but the soldiers sounded pretty sure. And apparently, not too displeased either. That was a point in his favor, he supposed. Perhaps he had gotten lucky and chose the right side.

“Commander Tano!” yet another called out, loudly.

“I’m coming, Fives!” a female voice shouted back.

Qui-Gon just barely turned to see a Togruta padawan rumble and tumble through the forest and to their aid, a green lightsaber flashing with jerky movements.

“Canon fire!” someone yelled.

Sure enough, a giant blast soared over them, creating an opening. “That’s our signal!” the Togruta said. “Let’s get back! Come on, master.”

The two jedi and the squad of troopers raced through the foliage, away from the worst of the battle. It was strange, how this was all happening, and he had no idea what was going on. After several minutes, they started to slow down. “I think we are okay, sir,” a soldier said, trying to catch breath.

“Well then, I suppose this could be a moment to ask,” the padawan replied, turning towards Qui-Gon. She looked him over, scanning as if that would glean something from him. In turn, he looked at her. She seemed rather familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He hadn’t been to the Temple in quite some time. “Who are you? And what are you doing out here?”

“Honestly, I could not tell you,” He admitted. “I don’t even know how I got here, much less where here is. However, my name is Master Qui-Gon Jinn.”

They kept walking, barely even stopped for the pause. The girl blinked at him. “Sounds familiar but I’m not sure,” she murmured. “My name is Ahsoka Tano. I think you maybe should talk to my master. He might know more or ya know, who you are.”

The walk turned into something of an initial silence, but it ended up being rather unbearable. Luckily, the Togruta found it just as terrible as him.

“I haven’t seen you around the Temple, Master Jinn. Like at all,” she pointed out, suspicion seeping into her voice. He wondered if he should be surprised by it or not. “Where have you been?”

He was truthful, there was no reason not to be. “I haven’t been to the Temple in…quite some time. Last, I remember, I was falling on an ocean planet in wild space. I was sure I was going to die,” he confessed.

“The Force works in quite mysterious ways,” Ahsoka shrugged.

“That it does. I will admit, I do have some questions. Do you mind?”

“Go ahead, Master Jinn,” she said. “I will answer them to the best of my ability, as long as it isn’t, like, confidential or something.”

As they trudged through the partially decimated forests, Qui-Gon learned a great many things. There was a war. It had engulfed nearly the entire known galaxy and then some. And the jedi were fighting in it. His heart became stuck in his throat. How long had he been gone? The enemy, the Separatists, were cruel and did horrible crimes, their army made up of droids. They invaded, enslaved and even massacred entire peoples and planets. The soldiers piped in when warranted, sometimes lending out quips and barbs when the subject called for it. They rather liked making fun of the droids, he found.

The soldiers themselves were light and warm and just a little different than most beings Qui-Gon knew and come across in his life. They felt right, like they were meant to be friends with the jedi. It was both a warm and disturbing thought.

All the talk however, rather led him to the conclusion that he wasn’t in the same galaxy he was before.

He wondered what changed.

The camp they came to looked sparse and it appeared to be packed up to move. He wondered if that was a good or bad thing. Solders ran everywhere. A few didn’t have their helmets. They looked identical…all of them. Before he could ask, Padawan Tano called out. “Master?”

A young man turned around. It had been several years since Qui-Gon had seen this boy in person, but his presence was unmistakable… although a bit lighter than anticipated.

“Anakin?” he muttered, confused.

Whatever the man was holding, he dropped it, turning to stare at Qui-Gon in what could only be construed as absolute shock. Qui-Gon didn’t think his presence was that surprising. They had seen each other around over the years although, granted, not lately.

“That’s not…” the man muttered then strode over, fierce and bright. Qui-Gon suppressed a wince as he approached. Ahsoka noticed. Anakin did not. He enveloped the master in a tight and all-encompassing hug. “You aren’t a ghost,” he murmured, shocked and airy. “You are real.”

“Uh. Yes,” he affirmed, brows furrowing in confusion. “I will admit… I did not expect you to be so happy to see me.”

Just because Anakin didn’t appear to resent Qui-Gon for not training him, didn’t mean that the boy was ever particularly happy to see or be around him. The young man finally pulled back, looking at him so intently Qui-Gon wasn’t sure what he was looking for but Anakin looked nearly as confused as the older master himself. “Why not? You are the one that saved me from slavery.”

Ahsoka looked surprised as she glanced between them. “Wait… he’s…”

“I can’t believe you are here,” Anakin interrupted, returning to a near giddy state. The girl just continued to look flabbergasted, like she was seeing a ghost but she stopped speaking on the matter.

“I am beginning to suspect I am not in my galaxy,” Qui-Gon mused, uncertainly. None of this made much sense, at least in the terms of his own. What little research he had done in phenomena of the cosmic and unifying force had usually been in the realm of prophecy, at least when he was younger. Qui-Gon had very little thought on the matter in the past ten years.

“Or you time traveled,” Anakin teased, bright and happy. Qui-Gon didn’t think so but something was niggling in the back of his mind not to argue. “This is just going to blow my master’s mind,” he grinned and spun his head around, looking. He glanced over at one of the nearby troopers, dressed in blue and white, with a large pauldron that jutted out from his shoulder. “Hey Rex, do you know where Commander Cody and my master are?”

Rex stopped and dipped his head in acknowledgement before gesturing in a direction. “Incoming, sir. From the north.”

Anakin grinned even wider, his eyes sparkling in something amazed and mischievous. “Come on, master,” he urged, looking back at Qui-Gon and pulling him towards the direction the trooper had given him. “This is going to be great. I have so much to tell you.”

*

Qui-Gon’s legs gave out at the sight of him because, well, it was impossible.

Anakin hadn’t gotten much in, just a bit more about the war when…. when he came in. And Qui-Gon had spotted him right away, he had seen him and heard his voice and felt him – oh! It could only be a wonderful dream. His brain was practically empty with only joy filling it. The disbelief and logic could not quite settle in at the moment, not with the initial reaction of this.

Qui-Gon had dreamed about this.

He was running into the camp, flanked by a myriad of soldiers, shouting out orders with a child perched in his arms like it was absolutely normal. The child was clinging to him, terrified, of course, but rather trusting with their perch. His hair was lighter than Qui-Gon remembered, and longer, a rather neat cut with bangs swept off to the side. He had grown in a beard, which helped hide his natural baby face. It aged him, Qui-Gon mused, but not particularly in a bad way. Qui-Gon wondered if it made others listen and respect him more. With his under tunics, he had pieces of armor scattered around his form. A pauldron had the Order’s symbol on it while his vambrace sported a red and yellow open circle; two halves that formed a whole.

Interesting, he thought. He wondered the reasoning and symbolism behind it.

Despite all the changes, the impossible age, Qui-Gon would know him anywhere. Even if he could not feel that familiar presence and even through the aging. He would know that voice, he would know him.

He would know his apprentice.

Anakin was trying to support his weight, but Qui-Gon was already on his knees, on the ground, staring in absolute shock and awe, leaning against one of the crates they were standing near. “Obi-Wan,” he whispered in disbelief, tears swelling in his eyes. “It’s…impossible.”

“What do you mean?”

He barely registered the young… padawan? Knight? He wasn’t sure what Anakin was at this point, although the Togruta had called him master. He was rather young for it. Qui-Gon couldn’t answer, his brain was running in circles and his tongue was completely tied up.

“General Kenobi!” one of the soldiers called from across the clearing and camp, him and two others making their way to the jedi knight – no, master. It was clear, Qui-Gon could see, could feel, his padawan was a master. With a dazzling grin, Obi-Wan handed one of them the child. The soldier ripped off his helmet and laughed, receiving the gift with such approval and glee. The child seemed to find this transfer acceptable and held on tight, wrapping thin arms around the trooper. Another just huffed but Qui-Gon feel some sense of vague amusement rolling off of him.

“Waxer! Boil! Perfect,” Obi-Wan snickered but he sounded perfectly pleased. His accent was the same as always, although perhaps a bit polished with some sort of undertone Qui-Gon couldn’t identify. Perhaps it was all the time spent with the soldiers that shifted it. “Mind watching this youngling until we can find his parents?”

One soldier scowled, away from the child. He was trying to project his disapproval, Qui-Gon realized, but no one was buying it. “Sir, that was one time.”

“You’re good at it!”

There was some more laughs and the child that was in one soldier’s arms seemed so sense something and jumped into the other one. He caught the child quickly but awkwardly and everyone just kept chuckling.

“We will find the parents sir!” the first soldier grinned.

Obi-Wan continued to smile and Qui-Gon was amazed. He had seen so much destruction and horrible feats in the little time he had spent here, in the battlefield, on the camp with the wounded and dying. He could feel the pain and darkness in the Force, in the galaxy, but somehow, someway, Obi-Wan could find some joy in the little things he had learned with and about the soldiers. They were his friends, Qui-Gon realized. All of this was hitting him like a brick.

Qui-Gon missed a lot of the conversation after that with his thoughts and he could vaguely hear and sense Anakin talking beside him, barely taking into account Obi-Wan’s presence across the clearing, so worried about Qui-Gon. But the older master…he just couldn’t stop staring.

Ten years and all he could do was stare.

Qui-Gon finally got himself to stand, and he felt hands on him, but he just shrugged them off. He had to move. He had to move, move quickly. Stumbling towards his former padawan, he vaguely heard Anakin call after him, but Qui-Gon did not really hear. He didn’t hear anything anymore; it was rather like he was under the harsh waves of the planet he had fallen into, nothing but crashing and nothing to see as water slammed into his eyes. And the only bit of light was that in front of him, the only thing he could see, the only thing he could focus on.

There was nothing but Obi-Wan.

His eyes never left him.

He was so close.

“Obi-Wan,” he whispered and reached.

Qui-Gon somehow stopped himself before he could crash into the now jedi master and leaned against the table before them. Obi-Wan had not turned, had not even reached for his presence, still going over maps and paperwork laid out.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said with a sigh. He sounded so fond with undertones of sarcasm and wit. “You sound as if you thought I would not survive. That is a bit insulting, don’t you think?” he snorted and shook his head. A small smile was creeping underneath his beard. One of the soldiers, a commander, Qui-Gon suspected, along with a few hours were just staring at him, unsure. Obi-Wan just continued to speak, so focused on his task at hand. “I noticed pack up is coming along. I hope the natives have been warned and moved. And delegating that to Ahsoka and your poor Captain is such bad form-.”

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon croaked out again.

“You sound absolutely terrible, dear one, are you…” And then Obi-Wan finally, finally, turned around to face him, the words, dying on his lips as he stared at Qui-Gon, near uncomprehending. Qui-Gon could not see what he was thinking.

“Obi-Wan.”

The young man swallowed, staring intently before he took a shaky breath and shook his head slowly. “Someone please get Helix,” Obi-Wan said, cordially, and Qui-Gon was momentarily confused until he realized Obi-Wan wasn’t actually talking to him, personally. “I appear to be hallucinating,” he explained further. He didn’t take his eyes off of Qui-Gon, just stared and appeared to be studying him.

A soldier ran off. Others just watched. Because even though Obi-Wan had said he was hallucinating, they could all see him. Qui-Gon wondered what had happened that made Obi-Wan think this way, that seeing him was more likely to be a hallucination than real. He was dead, Qui-Gon guessed.

“You aren’t,” Qui-Gon’s voice cracked from emotion because in all honesty, it did not feel real. There were so many emotions wrapped up in all of this. He could feel Obi-Wan’s warmth, see his light and it felt impossible. “But I feel as though I must be.”

He then couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help himself. He reached out and hugged his padawan, wrapping his arms securely around him and oh – he was still shorter than the older master. Qui-Gon could still tuck him under his chin and that he did. He tucked what used to be his little child under his chin and wrapped him so tight like if he even gave an inch back, he would lose him all together.

“What is this,” Obi-Wan mumbled but he accepted the hug, even leaning into Qui-Gon, a bit limp. When was the last time Qui-Gon hugged his padawan? When was the last time anyone had hugged his padawan? He wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted the answer.

“Such a blessing,” Qui-Gon muttered to himself, and he was crying now, tears slipping out silently. He couldn’t believe it. Because this was more than he could dream. He had seen Obi-Wan over the years, in dreams, nightmares, even drug-induced hallucinations (not on purpose) but he had never been able to really speak, never been able to tough and hug and reach with the Force. Qui-Gon, at this point, was scared to. Scared to see what he would find.

“I do not understand what is happening.”

Qui-Gon barely pulled back – barely – just to look at Obi-Wan’s face. He was so tired in a resigned type of way; like the weight of the galaxy had been put on his shoulders. Qui-Gon had a sneaking position something like that was, in fact, happening. “Goodness, look at you,” he said instead, trying to smile because oh, this was the most pleasant dream.

Obi-Wan’s expression turned wary, suspicious. “Me.”

“You’ve grown up so well, my dear,” Qui-Gon replied instead because he had. Obi-Wan looked so good and the older master could only imagine how well he was doing in his studies, in his learning, in what he had done and accomplished and grown. “I like the haircut and the beard, it suits you. I think it makes you look older but not in a bad way, distinguished or something,” he chuckled but then frowned suddenly. Obi-Wan frowned back. “But…you…you look so sad.”

“You can see that?”

How could he not? How could anyone not?

Who hadn’t seen this?

“It has only been ten years, Obi-Wan, not ten lifetimes,” he replied, trying to keep with another smile. “I never knew you as well as I should have…but I know that…weight. I’ve underestimated it, but I’ve seen it.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan mumbled, glancing down and Qui-Gon couldn’t quite read what he was thinking about that. “You kind of look the same.”

Qui-Gon let out a wet, half-hearted laugh and he almost couldn’t stop because that…that was something he would say, although not quite as snarky as the witty teenager Qui-Gon used to think. “One does not often change too much so into life and habits,” he admitted and he projected some type of joy.

“You smell better,” he mumbled and glanced up at him at him, watching Qui-Gon’s face for something. Qui-Gon wondered what he was looking for. “Look nice. It’s trimmed,” he noted, curiously, touching the ends, in some sort of wonder. Qui-Gon just smiled again, his shoulders relaxing.

Qui-Gon hummed. “I kept thinking of you,” he muttered, truthfully.

“This is incredibly strange.”

His note about the hair? Or the scenario? Both? It hardly mattered.

“You seem to be taking the possibility fairly well, however,” Qui-Gon replied.

Obi-Wan let out a light chuckle but there continued to be a hollowness underneath it, like he wasn’t sure if he should be amused or not. Oh, Qui-Gon wanted to know everything that had happened without him, everything he didn’t know. He wanted to know everything because he seemed to have missed so much and he had this strange second chance. He needed make the most of it. Obi-Wan shook his head in some form of disbelief. “Ah, if only you knew all the things we have gone through in your absence.”

“Then I’m sure I’d understand,” he guessed.

Obi-Wan’s eyes were sparkling, partially with tears. “Perhaps…we…we must go,” he added, stepping back and out of Qui-Gon’s embrace. The older man frowned just a bit, he did not want to let go of his child, the one he had lost so long ago. But Obi-Wan kept talking and then Qui-Gon understood the urgency. “The Separatist forces are approaching.”

“The droids.”

Obi-Wan glanced at him, questioning and curious.

Qui-Gon shrugged. “The padawan, Ahsoka, told me.”

His former padawan straightened so much, Qui-Gon thought if he touched him, the man would snap in half. A medic had run up, with a few others, but Obi-Wan waved him off. “False alarm Helix,” he said with some amusement that no one else probably found amusing. “It appears I am not hallucinating after all. It just appears that my former master who was actually quite dead has either been resurrected, time travelled or jumped dimensions.”

“Force shenanigans?” one of the troopers near them grinned. He had scars all over his face and some scruff on the lower half but there was a life to him that Qui-Gon nearly melted in the presence of.

“Yes, Immortal. That is probably the most reasonable explanation,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Clankers are inbound, but Oddball and his squad are ready for bombardment when you give the signal,” another soldier – the commander, Qui-Gon believed – added, stepping in and standing next to Obi-Wan.

“Let’s move out and give Oddball and his boys space to do their work,” Obi-Wan nodded and turned towards Qui-Gon. “We really should get going. Do you mind following us?”

This was currently Obi-Wan’s domain, his galaxy. His padawan may have been at war again but Qui-Gon had to believe there was a reason. There was a reason last time and Obi-Wan did not jump into these things’ willy nilly. It wasn’t something that he enjoyed. He was a creature of duty and compassion and Qui-Gon had spent the last ten years thinking about him and wistfully dreaming of more time. He had it now, he would not give it up so easily. Obi-Wan knew this world, what was happening, what they were doing. And from what little Qui-Gon could gather, he had become quite the leader.

“I will follow your lead,” Qui-Gon vowed, resolute and truthful.

Something softened in his padawan’s eyes, and he nodded, gratefully.

My, what a strange world he had ended up in, indeed.