#father of bb8

[vodika-vibes]

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Commander Fox, Regency AU (or similar to Bridgeton kinda vibes)

But a more will they/wont they type of thing (Happy ending tho, maybe bit of angst??) but similar to Bridgerton where they have ‘the season’ or the courting season.

I just feel that foxy boy had great Duke Hastings vibes and I’d love to see how you run with this idea!

Our Unending Dream

Summary: You like to think you’re a little more reasonable than some (most) of your peers. You’ve never been one for flights of fancy or prone to the vapors. People don’t get under your skin because you don’t allow them to. With one, very notable, exception.

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 977

Prompt: Regency Era

Warnings: None

Tagging: @bad4amficideas @justiceandwar98 @Mira-Loves-Star-Wars @tiredbi-peach @dukeoftheblackstar

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@bb8-99 @kiss-anon @continous-mistakes

A/N: So, full disclosure, I've never watched Bridgerton so I was kind of making it up as I go. In any event, I hope you like it! It's also shorter than the other, and I'm sorry for that.

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When your aunt informed you that she was throwing a Salon for you and your cousin, you thought it would be for your cousin’s birthday celebration. A young lady doesn’t turn 21 every day, after all.

And stars know that your poor cousin deserves to have people paying attention to her, at least for one day.

It was, as it happens, a rather foolish assumption.

“I think Mother is trying to kill me,” Your cousin whispers to you an hour after the Salon starts and she’s able to extract herself from the group of well-wishers who have been hovering around her since the party started.

“I think she’s trying to marry you off.” You counter as you take a sip of your fruity drink, “Or have you not noticed that all of your shadows are noble men?”

She shoots you a look, “This Salon is for both of us. Why don’t you have any suitors?”

“Oh, haven’t you heard? I’m unmarryable.”

“According to whom!?” Your cousin demands, offended on your behalf.

“Myself.”

She shoots you another look, “Some day, cousin of mine, you’re going to fall in love with a man and I’m going to laugh myself sick.”

“Well, then. In deference to your health, I shall simply have to join a convent.”

She elbows you roughly, “Darling, you can’t drink wine at a convent.”

“The things I do for family,” You muse dramatically.

She laughs, which has the misfortune of drawing the attention of her suitors once more, and she hides her sour face behind her fan, “Back to the trenches I go.” She says with a sigh before she sweeps away, her voluminous pink dress swirling around her feet.

You smother your laughter with ease and lift your wine glass back to your lips to take another sip. If nothing else, watching your cousin try and fend off her suitors will be amusing.

It’s not as if anyone is interested in you, after all.

Though, despite what you said to your cousin, there is one man who you wouldn’t mind paying attention to you. Tragically, he’s both not here and is not an acceptable partner for you…according to your Father and his wife.

Tragic.

Heartbreaking, even.

You glance away from your cousin as someone comes to a stop near you, and a flash of red and white catches your attention. A very specific pattern of red and white.

Marshal Commander Fox is standing next to you, still dressed in his armor, with a small grin playing on his handsome face. 

“Commander! I wasn’t aware that you had been invited,” You say as you focus your attention on him.

“I was not.” He admits with a shrug, “Technically, I’m crashing the party.”

“Shame on you.”

“Yes, yes. I’m an awful man, I know.” His small grin grows wider at his words, “What can I say, all of the lovely ladies dressed in their finest? I simply had to see for myself.”

You shoot him a slightly amused look, “Funny.”

“I’m being serious.”

“I might believe you if you were looking at anyone else.”

He laughs, “Well, you are the loveliest lady here.” Fox replies with a flirty grin.

“Thank you,”

“I mean it.”

“I know you do. You always do.”

Fox releases a sigh, “You’re turning me down again, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t want you to run afoul of my father.” You remind him, “He could ruin you.” And that’s the problem, isn’t it? No matter how much you like Fox, no matter how much you might love him, your Father would ruin him.

And you can’t let that happen.

A heavy sigh falls from his lips, and you chance a glance at his face. He looks unhappy, and your heart clenches painfully. You put that look on his face. This is your fault.

Fox’s gaze locks with yours, and a slow smile crosses his face, “Run away with me.”

“...I beg your pardon?”

“My whole unit is being transferred, we’re moving to the other side of the country. Come with me.” Gently, he takes your free hand and lightly runs his calloused fingers across the palm of your hand, making you shiver. 

“Fox—”

“I can’t give you the life you grew up with,” He interrupts, “There’s no glitz or glamour. You won’t be able to throw these types of garden parties, and you’ll probably have to get a job.” Fox lists, “It’s not going to be easy, even I know that. But no real relationship is.”

You open your mouth to say something, but he continues in a rush, as if afraid of what you might say before he can make his full argument.

“And I know you, beautiful. You’ve always hated this kind of stuff. You hate the frilly dresses, the complicated hair-dos, and the jewelry that costs as much as a house.” Fox speaks quickly, his gaze searching your face, “You always complain about how bored you are, how shallow your peers are, how you can’t talk to anyone because all they want to talk about are their social lives—”

“Fox,” You interrupt him buy reaching up and pressing a finger against his lips.

He trails off and looks down at you. A look os anxious anticipation on his face.

You favor him with a soft smile, “Do you think I could get hired at the local library?”

Fox looks surprised for a moment, “Wait…does that mean—?”

“Nothing would make me happier than to go with you,” You whisper to him.

He squeezes your hand, “Then we’d better run before your parents catch us,” Fox replies with a wide grin, “Thorn is already ordained, and Thire promised to be our witness.”And you giggle as you allow him to sneak you out of the party. Your life is going to be harder now, you know. But it’s worth it. He is worth it.

[virtie333]

Day 13 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Stars

Summary: Stargazing on Yavin IV

Notes: This one can be considered a sequel to Day 8's story.

AO3

“See that one, right there?” Poe asked as he pointed upward. “About three degrees from Astrides?”

He and Rey were lying on their backs looking up at the night sky. It was Tinieblas, what locals called the few nights every month when complete darkness settled over this particular area of Yavin IV. It was the best time to view the stars, most of which weren’t visible the rest of the month thanks to the gas giant Yavin lighting up the night sky.

“Yeah,” Rey whispered, responding to his question.

“That’s Mandalore.”

“Is there anything there anymore?” Rey asked, a bit breathless. She had heard many legends regarding Mandalorians.

“Not much, from what I understand,” Poe answered. “But I think there are some Mandos out there that want to bring it back.”

He pointed again. “Now look just to the left of Mandalore’s star. The larger of the three there. That’s Kashyyyk.”

“Really?” Rey smiled. Chewie was there right now, going to take some time with his family after dropping both Poe and Rey off at Poe’s father’s farm. They had been spending the last six months looking for old Jedi temples. Or the remains of, in most cases. The Emperor had scoured the galaxy and destroyed as many as he could access years ago.

“Oh!” Poe said suddenly, looking at the star chart on his datapad. “I had to look this one up, and you can barely see it, but…” He held up the chart for Rey to see, and together they used it to find a faint star off to the right, just above the treeline. “You see it?”

“Yeah,” Rey answered. “What is it?”

“Jakku.”

Rey looked at Poe, her eyes wide.

Poe shrugged. “I know neither of us have fond memories of the place, but it is where you found BB8 and Finn.” He gave her a long look. “And they brought you to me.”

Rey gave him a soft smile, then looked back toward the star in question. “I used to stare up at the stars often at night back on Jakku. The moons are both small and there were many nights the sky was so full of stars you could never look at the exact same cluster from night to night.” She paused. “I wonder if I ever looked at Yavin without knowing it?”

“Maybe,” Poe answered quietly.

“Maybe the Force pointed it out to me unconsciously,” Rey said. “I often wonder what the Force was responsible for during my life on Jakku,” she continued. “Or was it dormant until I left?”

“Did you ever have any strange dreams or premonitions growing up?” Poe asked.

“Nothing like I have now when I meditate,” Rey told him. “Dreams are dreams. How do you know if they mean anything or not?”

“True,” Poe conceded. “I’ve had some really weird dreams before. And some pretty scary ones, too.”

Rey turned to lay on her side facing him, resting her elbow on the ground and holding her head in her hand. “Did you ever dream of me?” she asked with a playful smile. “I mean, before we…” She gave him a little half-shrug.

Poe laughed. “You mean did I ever fantasize about making love to the cute Jedi Leia was training? I would never!”

Rey snorted. “I had a vision about making love to you, once.”

Poe’s eyes widened. “Really?”

She nodded. “I didn’t have any idea if it would come true or not,” she continued. “But I wanted it to,” she added softly.

“I’m so glad it did,” Poe told her, patting his chest in invitation.

Rey accepted, laying down next to him with her head on his shoulder. “Me, too.”

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Gingerpilot time!

Hux's mind felt like scrambled protein bar. He remembered his schedule, his name, rank, his duties and loyalties. His ship. And his people. And it was all crystal clear. But... Something was off. Because he knew there were things that he did't remember. Blank spots scattered all over last months. And he knew that because noone ever looked at him like this Resistance pilot. Noone ever said his name with this amount of compassion, care and... Love? But they barely knew each other.

"You've been reconditioned" echoed in his head. No. Not possible. And yet... There was this man. Kneeling before him. Holding his hands. Talking nonsenses about how everything is going to be okey. About finding solution. There was this man calling him Armitage in the warmest way he had ever heard.

"You've been reconditioned"

No. Not possible.

It was middle of the night when Hux finally had a courage to picked up data pad. He was reading his chat with Dameron. Smoking cigarettes and drinking tarine. Recognizing his words but not remembering that he wrote them. He pressed hand to the forehead and took a deep breath. It was authentic without a doubt. And he was terrified.

You've been recondition.

It's not possible. They would never do that to an officer. To him.

He clenched his fingers on datapad and closed his eyes. It was not possible. No. He glanced again on the datapad and turn it off. He laid down on the bed looking at the celling and took comm from a night stand.

"Dameron?" Poe stood up quickly from his bed.

"Arm...Hux? I can go to you if you...."

"No. I want to talk like that." He wouldn't stand seeing pilot's face now. Not after what he just had read. Messages. Lots of messages. His own messages. From professional distance to snarky remarks to something more. Something personal, something warm, something foreign. Poe sighed.

"Alright. Did you... Went through our messages?"

"Half of it. Enough to know that they are authentic. Enough to know that you didn't tell me whole truth." Pilot sat down slowly.

"Yeah. I... I guess i did not. Listen I...I was scared and..."

"What was between us?" Poe took a deep breath and covered his face with hands.

"Something." He mumbled.

"Kriff that. Just tell me! I have enough of unknowns in my mind."

"Alright alright.... We... first you sent us the file. Through this other informant... And he was killed, so we met personally to avoid tracking because you know how they...

"You are babbling Dameron..."

"No no. I have a point. It was in... Some kind of hotel. Motel whatever and we... We talked and we... We kissed and... We got a room and ..."

" Enough." Poe fell silent hugging his legs to the chest. Hux was silent for a long time. "Once?"

"No." He whispered. " No. We had met at least five and every time... And through messages."

"I... I will read rest of them." Hux ended the connection throwing comm on the bed and covering his face. Poe took a deep breath trying to stop tears.

"It's... Fine buddy. I am fine" he looked at BB8. " no... I am not going to sleep. I will wait. I will wait." He whispered and took a deep breath "he needs time. And i can give him time..all time he needs." He laid down. Hux commed three ours later. Poe took a deep breath. "Hey... Hey Armiatge" he whispered. His voice was shaking. Silence "Please say something. Anything."

" I don't remember any of this Dameron."

It was painful. The worst type of pain he ever felt.

"And there is no chance i will get back this memories." Poe covered his mouth. He knew that of course. Since he was told about reconditioning. He knew that there is no hope for that. But it was still hard. "I... Don't even know if i am the same person you fell in love with."

Poe prepared himself for the next hit. You can take it. You will be fine. You have friends, and father. Maybe you will visit him and...

Hux took a deep breath. His mind desperately trying to work. Being in a rebel camp as a FO General was far from perfect. Although they did not show any signes of violence or bad intentions towards him. And Dameron. Clearly despread. Clearly shaken. In love... With him?

And then there were things that Hux didn't want to acknowledge. The fear. The loneliness. It was crushing him. That uneasy feeling of not knowing witch thoughts are his or is any of them truly belongs to him. Memories or lies. Decisions or orders. And overwhelming hopelessness.

"Armitage?" Poe whispered.

"I...I think i would like you to come here.?" Please. I am scared. Its cold. Its dark. Please. I don't want to be alone. "That is if you are willing to... I will understand if... "

"No! I mean... I mean Yes! I want to! I ... Kriff... Five minutes." He disconnected before Hux could say something. He dressed up quickly and run as fast as if his x-wing was in flames. He rushed to the cells waking up the guards and started typing code to the barrier.

"G..general Dameron?"

"What's the code?"

"I... I don't think i should."

"What's that pffasking code!?"

Guard quickly unlocked the barrier. Poe went inside and sat down next to Hux on the bed. His eyes were red, his skin pale. He took a drag form cigarette, his hand was shaking. And Poe was speechless.

"I... " Love you. Adore you. Can't live without you. Want to kiss you. Want to hold you. "Armitage" he whispered instead.

"I never liked that name you know. People always said it like an insult. But... Well it doesn't sound too bad when you say it"

"Can I... Can i hug you?" Hux tilted his head back slightly.

"Already want to get your hands all over me? Take me to dinner first I am not that easy." He forced a little smile. Poe snorted softly.

"I will be appropriate i promise." Hux nodded slowly and Dameron pulled him closer and hugged him. Hux's lips trembled and he swallowed tears. It felt familiar and in the same time so new. And distant. He leaned into his touch. "Kriff you are so thin."

"Thinner than you remember?"

"Yeah" Poe swallowed "Yes. Pffasking hell i want to kill everybody who did this to you."

"They are most probably dead." He took another drag from a cigarette and put it out.

"Do you need something?" Poe asked silently " i will get you out of this cell as soon as possible. But we are a little overcrowded right now... "

"I don't mind. I would appreciate walk though. I can't remember the last time i was on a fresh air." He smiled bitterly. He didn't remember lots of things.

"No problem. I... Would you like to go on a date with me?" Hux snorted.

"Date?"

"Yeah. Like you know, a walk, dinner maybe. Maybe i can show off a little." he winked" My x-wing or... Whatever. And we will talk and... "

"That's what you want to do with me. Show me your x-wing?" Hux grinned.

"I... Oh my ... Stop that now. I am proposing a sweet innocent date."

"Please Dameron. I may be not in my best and have holes in memory but i am smart... You don't want to go for a walk or eat a dinner or... "

"I do." Poe smiled "I do. I... Alright we were quite involved, and we were writing a lot about that. But it was a war. And... I never knew if i will see you again. And we actually had one very sweet date with walk and dinner. And lots of talking. Armitage...i know what you think. Yes? I know you and your wicked cogs in your mind. It's not an exchange, you are safe here, it's not about protection. No way. I. Love. You. Even if you don't remember it i do. And i want to do it all again. And... I know that you are not the same person and if you will decide to leave i will respect that. So Yes. I want to take you to a sweet date if you would like to. I want to get to know you, introduce you to my father. I want to call you my boyfriend, marry you one day and die knowing that i did everything to make you safe and happy."

"I am... confused." Hux whispered fixing his eyes on the ground. And he was. Confused and tired.

"I know. I know. I... Can i touch your hair?" Hux snorted and laughed trying not to cry.

"Why... Why do you even ask?" He shook his head. Because i don't want to make any mistakes. Because i don't want you to be scared. Nor mad. Because i kissed you once without permission and you got scared. It was wrong. I should have ask.

"Because i care."

Hux snorted.

"You can't." Poe nodded shortly still holding him. "You... Are not going to?"

"You said no"

"I suppose i did. " Huxe smiled amused looking at him. "Dameron..."

"Yes?"

"I would want that. Date that is. The rest of it... Ah i am not the best in whole meeting fathers and marrying procedure... "

Poe smiled.

"Yeah. Let's start with a date." Hux nodded and closed his eyes. "Hey... You should rest. You look bad. Sleep?" Hux nodded again. " Lay down."

"Will you... Stay?"

"If you want me to i will."

"I..."

"It's alright. If you want to stay alone. Just. Have a comm close if you will need anything. And i mean... Anything...a... A tea, a hug, a..."

"A Star Destoryer?" he frowned glancing at him.

"Well....Maybe not that. Nothing deadly alright?" Redhead snorted.

" I want... You can... Stay with me. I would want that. I think." There was something reassuring about pilot's presence that held him together. He had that unpleasant feeling that he will fell apart if pilot disapear. And he was not ready for that. So he just pulled out another useless smile.

"Sure" Poe said looking at him as if he could truly see him. Hux sighed. Did he knew him that well? " Do you want a bedtime story?" Hux blinked surprised" I am serious. I know the best ones" Armitage snorted and shook his head.

"Go on. Entertain me." Poe told him his favourite. The one that he always told him through the comm when they could talk and Hux couldn't sleep.

And Hux couldn't escape the feeling that he lost something. Irrevocably. Irreversibly. And forever.

But when he felt Poe holding him closely he thought that maybe he gained more than he lost.

[ghost-on-a-string]

finally

the (semi) long awaited hux longpost! before i get into any of it though, some disclaimers:

1. i have never read the star wars comics and honestly i never will. i like star wars enough to watch clone wars and suffer through the sequel films. that's it.

2. i will not be giving all my thoughts on hux as a character because then i can make more posts and i like when the numbers go up

3. as i said, i have not read the comics. i honestly only half watched rise of skywalker. this won't be super accurate to the star wars lore or anything like that, this is for fun

4. on that note, while this isn't going to be super serious, there are still heavy and sensitive topics, primarily child abuse and neglect, so if those things bother you, please sit this out

actual longpost/shitty character analysis below the cut

how does one start with a character like hux? despite how little screen time he actually gets in the movies, he's incredibly complex, even before you get into the comics. there's a lot to be said about him, even if you only have context from the movies. and while i could (and probably will) make a separate longpost about how last jedi not only fucked the entire trilogy over, but specifically ruined the character of hux by making a genuine threat into a joke within the first 15 minutes, not today my friends.

i will mostly be focusing on hux in the force awakens, using things from the rise of skywalker and what little i know about his backstory in the comics.

1st it must be stated: i do not like any of the other characters in the squeal trilogy. i don't hate most of them, but i either don't have an opinion on them (finn, rose, bb8 kind of, maaz, kylo to an extent), or i genuinely hate the character entirely (rey, she'll get a longpost later). a lot of it is because most of these characters don't have a lot of personality, which is a problem the sequel trilogy has as a whole. even returning characters are bland or weirdly mean

yes, you can argue that hux doesn't really have a personality either. however, compared to others characters (cough cough rey), he is dripping with personality, if you look a little closer. the first example that comes to mind is the speech scene. when he yells, there is genuine malace, hatred and fury in his voice. he isnt just yelling to be loud, he's yelling because he demands respect, terror and power.

it makes sense why he would want those things, especially when you look at his background in the comics. hux is a bastard child, his father was abusive and neglectful. he probably grew up feeling in adequate and out of control. he grew up in terror, so he is going to inflict that terror on others.

(i also want it to be known, i don't think hux is a good person. he's sympathetic, and with his backstory you can understand why he did what he did, but he also literally blew up several planets so. a little different.)

even in his smaller interactions, he seems stiff. while part of that is probably because no one had any personality, part of it could be purposeful. hux is a character desperately grasping for respect and control. he's stiff because then he can control how the conversations he has go. he's cold and confident because people respect those with plans who present those plans calmly. in tros, hux says "i don't care who wins. i just need kylo ren to lose." he's more focused on the way those around him look. because if they look bad, he looks better, he looks more confident, more in control. even after he's dead, he needs to be respected, feared, whatever. he can't let himself be seen as anything other than entirety perfect.

hux doesn't have a personality, because he can't let himself have anything other than utter perfection. he would rather be feared, loathed and respected than simply appreciated and forgotten.

[vanessaherndon]

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[im-no-jedi]

I forgot to make something for Father’s Day this year AGAIN

oh well, happy Father’s Day to the entire Bad Batch, Cut Lawquane, Jango Fett, Han Solo, Kanan Jarrus, Plo Koon (the true father of all Clones), Din Djarin, Poe Dameron (BB8 is his son tyvm), Shep Hazard, Bail Organa, Galen Erso, Clem Andor, and the GOAT himself, Anakin Skywalker 💙💙💙

and for lolz, one of my favorite vines ever 🤣

[rey-kenobi-the-grey]

“When you can put your helmet on- you’re dismissed. I’d better not see you without it again…” she pairs her harsh words with a squeeze of his hand before putting on her helmet and gauntlet again.

“Of course.” Rey replies. “Thank you.”

BB8 boops sadly before retracting the drawer. He then makes a happy boop hearing someone is going to save Poe! And a Jedi at that!

“Ben?! BEN! Thank the force you’re alright. Are you hurt where are you?! I’ll send your father right over you’re coming home.” Leia sounds so relieved.

Everything her and her father had been planning for ages was finally about to come to fruition.

Rey fidgeted with the end of her cloak.

“You’re nervous.” Palpatine remarked as he entered the room.

“You’ve been planning this before I was even born. What if I fail?” She worries.

He puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“You won’t. I have every faith in you. And we know their weaknesses.”

She takes a breath.

“Now then- are you ready?”

“I- I am.”

“Good. I’ll leave you for the moment. I’m just in the other room if you need me.”

“Thank you.” She pulls him into a hug receiving an awkward back pat before he leaves.

As the door whooshes closed she opens her mind connecting with Ben Solo through the force.

“Hello? Can anyone hear me?!” The look on her face is pure terror.

“My name is Rey. I’m in danger. Please I need help!” She exclaims in a hushed tone.

@rey-kenobi-the-grey

Ben hears her before he sees her, turning towards where he thinks the voice is coming from. "I can hear you... what's wrong? What can I help with?" He sets down the lightsaber hilt he'd been attempting to repair, certain that it can wait

[luigisvampirebae]

NOW YOU LISTEN HERE, YOUNG MAN. I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOUR INCESSANT TEASING OF A POSSIBLE MOON KNIGHT SEASON 2. I EVEN HAD TO LOOK UP THE DEFINITION OF INCESSANT TO EMPHASIZE HOW STRESSED I AM ABOUT YOUR COMMENTS. I DON'T CARE IF THE SYSTEM'S NEXT LIVE ACTION APPEARANCE IS IN THE SEQUEL TO THE LIVE ACTION ALADDIN MOVIE EVEN IF IT'S FOR FUN, I JUST WANT TO SEE MY BEST BOIS AND MY QUEEN LAYLA AGAIN.

IN THE MEANTIME, AT LEAST I HAVE MY NEW BOYFRIENDS JACK RUSSELL AND NAMOR AND MY BESTIES ARIEL, SHURI AND OKOYE.

[rafael-silva]

He’s a BB unit, orange and white. One of a kind.

+ bonus:

[vodika-vibes]

Love Is Kind

Summary: When your father moved your family to Mandalore in an attempt to court the various clans on behalf of the Republic, you were obligated to go with him, even though you were in your twenties. You really should have known that you were brought along in the hopes that one of the warriors of Mandalore would pick you as their bride. Too bad for your father that you’ve always known your own mind.

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x F!Reader

Word Count: 1182

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, also Montross is a creep

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“Good morning, Princess,”

You stifle your eye-roll with the ease of long practice when the familiar, and grating, voice of Montross reaches your ears. The shudder is a lot harder to hide, as his hand slides across your shoulders, but you manage it.

“Good morning, Montross,” You greet as you turn on your stool to regard the much larger man. “I wasn’t aware that you had returned to Mandalore.”

His smile makes your skin crawl, “Did you miss me?”

You smile and neatly side-step his question, “How was your mission?”

He drops onto the stool next to you, his arm still thrown over your shoulder, and he leans into your personal space. “It was amazing. I came face to face with a Jedi.” He boasts, “Killed him too.”

“Hm. Is that right?”

“Oh yeah. Wasn’t even a challenge.” He pushes his hand through his hair, in a movement that was probably supposed to be attractive, but really wasn’t. 

You flash a close-mouthed smile, “If it wasn’t hard, Montross, then how can you know it was a Jedi?”

“He had a lightsaber.”

“Those aren’t Jedi specific,” You point out, “Anyone can use a lightsaber. Jedi just use them well.”

“Aw, come on, Princess. You don’t think I could do it?”

“I think if you came face-to-face with a Jedi, we’d be having a funeral right now.” You reply before you duck under his arm.

“Sometimes, Princess, you are so very Republic.”

“What can I say? I like Jedi.”

“You’re a Mandalorian now, sweetheart. You should start thinking like one.” Montross says as he leans a little closer, close enough that you can feel the heat from his skin against yours.

“I think you’ll find that I’m not.”

“You will be when you marry me.”

At that, you turn to look at him. “Not even if you were the last man in the galaxy.” You really should be polite, but you’re done with him and you’re done being polite to him. So you flick your fingers in his direction, “Shoo fly, you’re bothering me.”

You’re aware, vaguely, of offense crossing his face, and you grimace as he stands up so sharply that his stool goes flying. 

And then he leans over you, trapping you between the counter and his armor, “Your smart mouth is going to get you in trouble.” Montross warns.

You’re about to reply when another voice, a little deeper but much more welcome to your ears, interrupts, “Come on, verd. She said she’s not interested. This is just embarrassing.”

Montross straightens, “Jaster,” His lip curls, “If she’s not into me, she definitely won’t be into you.”

You turn on your stool again and catch Jaster’s eye, a real smile crossing your face as he winks at you. “I’m not so sure about that, Montross,” Jaster replies with a smug smirk.

You watch an ugly shade of red slide across Montross’ face, and then he stalks out of the restaurant. “He might actually try to hurt you one day, Jaster.” You warn.

“He can try.” Jaster picks up Montross’ abandoned stool, sets it back into place, and then slides it a little closer to you before he sits on it, twisting his body so that his armored knees are brushing against yours. “He didn’t hurt you?”

You rest your chin on the palm of your hand, your smile growing, “If he did, will you go defend my honor?”

“If you phrase it right,” Jaster replies with an answering grin, “I might do it even if he didn’t.” His thumb brushes against your knuckles, “Are you sure you’re uninjured?” He asks, his voice soft and for your ears alone.

“I am.”

“I’m glad.” He closes his hand over yours, and keeps his gaze locked with yours, “Montross thinks you’re going to pick him. He feels entitled to your affection.”

“How sad for him,” You reply, your voice just as soft, “I have my eyes on someone else.”

“Oh? Do I know him?” Jaster teases.

You flip your hand and thread your fingers with his, “You might.”

His gaze drops to your joined hands, and then snaps back to your face, “Do you want to go for a walk?” Jaster asks, his gaze serious.

“Nothing would make me happier.” 

He flashes a small smile and sets some credits on the counter to pay for your caf and cake, and then he gets to his feet and lightly tugs you to join him.

You, happily, press yourself against his side as you leave the restaurant together. Warmth runs down your spine as he lazily rubs circles on your hand with his thumb.

Whenever you’re with Jaster, you feel safe and warm. As though nothing in the galaxy can touch you so long as you’re with him.

It’s one of the many reasons that you love him.

And you do love him. 

And, you’re pretty sure, he feels the same way.

Jaster leads you through the busy streets, only stopping when you reach a quiet area on the edge of the town. It’s just the two of you, surrounded by trees and flowers, and you can’t help but think that he could have brought you to an old warehouse, filled with broken droids, and it would still have been the most romantic thing ever.

He smiles at you and releases your hand, only so he’s able to lightly cup your face with his hands. Jaster tilts your head so you’re looking right at him, and his smile widens. “You know,” He murmurs, “In those old holofilms, where the male protagonist claims that his love interest is his whole world, they always sounded dramatic to me.”

You press your hands over his, “They’re supposed to be, I think.” You reply with a fond smile.

“Maybe so,” He slowly leans in and presses his forehead against yours, “But I really am holding my whole world in the palms of my hands.” Jaster sounds awed, as though he can’t believe what he’s feeling.

Your face burns with slightly flustered embarrassment and your heart swoops with excited joy, “Jaster—”

“I love you,” He whispers, and then a broad grin crosses his face, “I love you.”

You can’t help the delighted laugh that falls from your lips as you release his hands and fling your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a, slightly awkward, kiss.

Though it’s only awkward because he wasn’t expecting it.

Jaster’s arms wrap around you, holding you securely as he hovers his lips just over yours, “Does that mean you—?”

“I love you.” You breathe against his lips, “I love you, I love you, I love—” You’re not able to finish the phrase, as his lips seal over yours stealing your words and your breath.

You don’t mind. Both belong to him anyway.

Your parents aren’t going to be thrilled. Your stepmother had plans to marry you off to the son of an Alderaanian aristocrat. Your father would prefer that you pick a member from a larger clan than Clan Mereel.

But you’ve made your choice…and they’re just going to have to live with it.

[legashe]

the theme of rey’s narrative in tfa is so starkly and clearly that of destiny that she is pulled into the story and the adventure and battle almost by force, and not ever by choice. in fact, she tries her best to be pulled away from it, repels it at every opportunity, and, still, destiny beckons & she goes. she is a character in a story, she gets up and says her lines and plays her part. and so the tale moves on and on again. 

[circewouldkickyourass]

Space dads.

They are adorable.

[impeckable-art]

It’s Father’s Day tomorrow today!

It’s 2:32am when I’m typing this cause I just finished.

Boiiiiii am I tired.

(My fault really, shouldn’t have procrastinated)

I wanted to do a drawing for a Father’s Day gift last year but we went on vacation and amongst the chaos of planning that I never finished this sketch:

so instead of starting something completely new this year I decided to finish that.

it was already inked so all I need to do was color.

For this special occasion I decided to finally use my Fabre Castel pencils. As my cousin so eloquently put it, “If you don’t use them now, you’ll never use them and it would be a waste.”

So despite my crude drawing skills, I used the fancy pencils.

And let me just say

they. work. so. fu-reaking. well.

you don’t need great supplies to make great art.

but it’s a hell of a lot smoother when you do have great supplies.

the blending was so smooth and the color so vibrant.

i just-

anyway. somewhat happy with how this one turned out? the inked version was slightly lopsided to begin with but i think the coloring was okay for a first try.

Happy Father’s Day Folks!!

[Click photos for the clear quality BB8 deserves!]

[luguardio]

Oscar and his droid child at the 2018 Oscars

[bisansastarks]

Damerey where Poe thinks Rey is trying to steal his droid child, but BB8 is actually trying to aggressively matchmake them.