#how many times has he literally been in the same scene as the imp crew and never once has he actually spoken to them

[bloomeng]

what i want out of helluva boss?

for Stolas to acknowledge any of the significant people in Blitz’s life. like he supposedly has strong feelings for him yet does he know the names of anyone in IMP? does he know Luna’s name?? how does he feel about Blitz’s obsession with Moxxie and Millie’s relationship??? like we literally know he’s aware of these things; he’s met Moxxie and Millie and Luna multiple times, he seems to know who all of them are, he even was dragged by Blitz to be a plus one to his lil spy session for Moxxie and Millie’s anniversary. he must have thoughts on this, and yet i feel like he never interacts with them. which feels significant bc if you like this guy so much you’re certainly not even trying to get to know the parts of his life that aren’t even a secret!! even fucking Verosika, she was also there that night and that wasn’t addressed.

like sure i wonder how Stolas would feel about Blitz’s relationship to Fizz or even his sister but that all makes sense for him to not know about bc Blitz goes to extreme lengths to not talk about them. but cmon man not his daughter? not his best friend?? shaking my head.

that and real Millie development but that’s a given

[starksvixen]

Part 3 - Never Lose Me

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Summary: You and Mando have begun to grow closer as your time with the Child drew out. No longer were you “just partners”. Something had begun to spring within you, a feeling dead for so long erupting within your heart. Or was it just you?

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst, and more angst. Sprinkles of fluff. Possible unrequited feelings. 

A/N - Sorry for the late update! It’s been a hectic few weeks for me, but I promise to try and upload more. 

Let’s get one thing straight, you were never one for adventure. All your life, adventure meant trouble for you and it had definitely left it’s scars. So when you joined Mando, you were bracing for more craziness, more marks upon your skin. It was nothing but a means to an end, a debt you needed to pay off. However, through your years together, that swiftly changed. 

You began to crave adventure. 

With your new addition of the Child to your crew, you weren’t lacking, that’s for sure. But it sent these horses through your veins, adrenaline left in their trail, and it was your addiction. Running from bounty hunters, keeping the kid safe, all of it. However, after you latest encounter with weird alien birds on the sands of Navarro, it all began to connect.

He had taught you to love it, showed you how to enjoy it. You loved adventure because you weren’t alone, you had a partner. It was all thanks to him. It was him. 

Your ice encrusted heart had been melted by the Mandalorian. 

When he lunged in front of those nasty looking birds to save your life, it was as if your heart leapt to meet your brain. He had risked his life for you. And you knew that the beat in your heart that spelled your love in Morse code would be dangerous. So you quickly shut yourself up, shut him out. You couldn’t be the reason he got hurt, he couldn’t get hurt on behalf of your one-sided puppy love. He was just keeping you alive to pay off your dues. 

Right?

Tuning back into the scene in front of you, the tight cuffs around your wrists, you repeated the plan in your head over and over again like a prayer. You were on your way to a deal that was supposed to be about the Kid, but in reality it was an ambush, with you and Mando in the lead. 

“Dar’manda, wanna explain the silence?” Mando says as quiet as he can so that it can be translated with static. 

“It’s nothing, Mando...” you mumble in return, keeping your eyes averted. 

“Cya-” 

“Don’t.” 

“(Y/N), what did I do?” it comes like a mumble from beneath his mask, too quiet to be picked up by machine. 

‘I fell in love with you.’ you think.

“Nothing, just focus on the mission.” 

With a harsh sigh, you set your jaw tight and aim your view ahead as you walk the barren streets of Navarro. Soon enough, both you and Mando are sitting down, facing the disgusting Imp in front of you that was obviously undressing you with his eyes. 

Little did you know that beneath the helmet, Mando’s jaw clenched. 

With swift yet quiet movements, Greef (who was still petrified of you) had unlocked you from your restraints. As the Imp continues on and on about his annoying propaganda, a leather hand slipped into yours. Your forced to suppress a gasp as he gently squeezes your hand, a silent sign of trust between you two. You cannot feed into the comfortable feeling, right now...

All you see is red. 

Literally. Before you and Mando had a chance to take down your Imperial crowd, a rain of blasters bursts through the windows. All four of you, including Greef and Cara, barely made it down in time to dodge them. Somehow, the two of you made it towards the other edge of the window, a semi clear view of the pack of Stormtroopers surrounding you. 

Grabbing your blaster and blade from Mando’s back, you load them both, getting ready for the fight ahead of you. You go quiet as you hear a ship land. Your blood runs cold at the sound of his voice. 

Moff Gideon.

The Seige of Mandalore flashes before your eyes, making your eyes flood with uncontrollable tears. The start of it all. You smack Mando’s hand away as he obviously saw your weakness. With a quiet sniffle, you cock your gun, listening to the twisted words Gideon spewed. 

But once he stopped, the rushed footsteps and clanking of metal grew your suspicion. 

“They’re setting up an EWEB, aren’t they?” you say to Cara. 

She only nods in response. 

“It’s over.” Karga says from his corner. 

“Yeah, cause that’s really helpful right now!” you spit. 

“I found the sewer vent.” Mando says.

He gently tugs you over to him by your arm, keeping you under cover as you, Cara, and him try to open the vent. You tried your hot blade, nothing. Mando was out of charges. Not even Cara’s blaster worked. 

Of course, Moff Gideon decided to add more stress to the situation with another speech. But when he started listing off the names of your crew, you knew you were screwed. 

“Maybe the traitorous Mandalorian, (Y/N) (L/N), the woman who never had a chance to take the Creed but still broke it, can regail her many tales of murder using the same weapon that killed her people. She seems like a great ally compared to the weak Dar’manda you knew, hmm?” 

All eyes turn to you, your hood still covering your face but at this point you knew it was of no use. Slowly, you take off your hood, revealing the scar starting from the edge of your right eye, leaving a long scar that trailed through a place where there was once hair. 

“Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore, when gunships of similar ordinance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of A Thousand Tears.” 

Din Djarin. 

You look to Din with wide eyes, wondering if the boy that you had hidden in the bunker with all those years ago was still in that metal mask. The one you trained with, laughed with. Your Din...

And now you were going to die together. How poetic. 

The world seemed to spin, everything around you turned to static. As Din retells the tail of how he was rescued, how you two met, your body shivers from the memories buried so deep inside you. Your grip tightens on your blaster, pain, frustration, betrayal. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Tell me that you recognized me?” you mumble.

“I had to protect you, from everything that I’ve done,” he says as he crouches in front of you. 

“I don’t need your protection...” you swiftly stand up, keeping your space. “I need your trust...” 

“Alright! Can you save the lovers quarrel for when, oh, I don’t know, we survive this!” Cara says quickly. 

You nod, bending down to grab one of the sniper rifles the Stormtrooper had and reloading it fast. Everything around you goes quiet, blocking out your teammates, only focused on the threat at hand. 

Well, until you saw your little green fuzzball in view, strapped to a droid unit’s chest. 

“Cover me!” you yell to Cara, quickly making your way outside and helping the droid keep the baby safe.

More gunshots joined you and as you turn you see the Mandalorian covering your six. You only nod as a sign of gratitude. As you get back to the fight, and Karga decides to join you, a hard grunt from behind you quickly makes you turn around. One of the stormtroopers had flipped Din to the ground, ready to fire. 

Without a second thought, you throw your gun away for a moment and pull your knife out, the exposure to the air sending the cool grey into a heated red. With one arm, you pull the trooper against your chest and with the other, you slowly drag the hot blade against his throat. A slow and painful death. Once his body was on the ground, you picked up your rifle again and continued to shoot at the rest. 

Moff Gideon soon stepped in front of you, his eyes targeted towards your head, most likely imagining your death. You drop your gun, and feign surrender, only to grab your smaller blaster and take a quick shot. Unfortunately you missed, and so did he. But he was still standing, giving him the chance to shoot at a fuel canister, one right in front of Mando. 

“Din!” you screamed, as you watched his metal body flail to the ground. 

Cara and Greef dragged him inside as you slowly but surely made it back towards the building. Once inside, you quickly helped Cara lay him down, rolling him onto his side to check for wounds. 

Your worst fear had happened. The unrequited feelings you had to deal with had injured the one you love most. For the first time in what had felt like forever, you were panicked.

It was obvious he had sustained a pretty nasty head wound. So, naturally, you refused to leave his side while the others tried to escape. Without the others noticing, you moved the fabric of his shirt up above his wrist to keep two fingers on his pulse. With every beat, you were reminded that he was still there.

You kept an eye on your surroundings, with each passing minute your dread filling you up to the brim.

“Cyar’ika,” you hear a pained voice from beside you.

Turning your head, your met with the familiar visor you had grown to love. He was speaking, that was good. 

“I’m not going to make it. You need to go,”

Now you wish he hadn’t. 

“Are you insane? You just smacked yourself, you’ll be fine.” you say with a soft chuckle, moving your hand away from his exposed wrist. 

“Leave me,”

His breathing picked up, he was in pain. Knowing that this was all your fault, that Din laid before you thinking he was going to die, it killed you. Tears sprung into your eyes without notice. 

“No, I’m not leaving you again.”

Gently, you caress where his helmet meets his neck, only to feel the sticky, metallic substance you knew to be blood. Tears fell from your eyes like rain now. 

“Din...” you whisper tearfully. 

“Don’t you dare think about taking this helmet off. You leave me.” he reaches shakily into his shirt, pulling out the mythosaur skull charm and placing it in your hands. “Take this and you make sure the child is safe.”

“Didn’t you hear me? I’m not leaving you,”

Before he could speak again, you waved Cara over, placing the necklace in her palm. 

“You need to take the Child and get him to the Mandalorian covert. When you find them, you tell them it’s from Din Djarin. Got it?”

With a nod, she takes it, and the Child, preparing for their escape.

“Cyare, please...”

You gave him silence to his pleas, opting to hold his hand tightly instead as you watched the scene outside. You saw the fire gun, and you quickly shielded him with your own body, taking most of the burns instead of him.

With your back singed, you let out the tiniest whimper as you sit back up straight.

“(Y/N)-” Cara starts. 

“I can hold him off long enough to let you guys get out of here. I’ll follow behind with Din,”

“And if you don’t make it?”

“We’ll die a warriors death,”

Another blast of fire erupts from the cannon it is held in. You launch yourself over Din once more, bracing for the pain that never comes. Looking over your shoulder, you see the Child, holding back the flames from harming you. With a pained but proud smile, you inch your way over to him before he collapses and give him a hug. 

“Good job, kid,” you whisper. 

One final bang alerts you to the newly made escape route. With a soft kiss to his fuzzy head, you whisper once more:

“You be good, okay? I love you, kiddo.”

The IG unit takes him from you quickly, placing it in Cara’s arms. You crawl back towards Din, gently taking his hand again to try and distract yourself from the pain. Despite the overwhelming sensation of singed flesh, you could feel blood trickling down your back, making you shiver. But you refused to be weak. You refused to let Din die. 

Looking around once more, you see only the IG unit left. He’s a droid...

“Hey, droid!” 

He turns his head to you.

“Got any bacta spray?” 

“As a matter of fact, I do,” 

“Good.” 

Pulling out your blade, you cut off a long strip of Din’s cape, wrapping it tightly around your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Din weakly asks. 

“I’m taking off your helmet, and the droid will heal you. He’s not living,” you tie the last knot even tighter. “And I can’t see you.”

A weak chuckle reverberates from him.

“You’re still as crazy as the day I met you,”

“Well, love makes you do crazy things,”

Gently, you guide your hands up his chest and to his helmet. You expect his hands to come flying towards your wrists, to stop you. But surprisingly, he doesn’t do so. With a click and a hiss, his helmet comes sliding off, and you lay it in your lap for safe keeping. 

“There is damage to your central processing unit.” the driod says as he does his work.

“You mean my brain?” 

“That was meant to be a joke.”

Din’s soft chuckle puts your mind at ease as you stared into the black space. Once you hear the spray no longer being applied, you blindly reached out and helped Din sit up. Before you get a chance to reach down and put his helmet on again, something unexpected happens. 

His lips were on yours. 

Despite being caged in a helmet all the time, they were soft against yours. The metallic taste of blood danced along your tongue but it was no match to the adrenaline running through your veins at the sensation at your love’s lips against yours. You played an intricate and slow dance, one that you wished you could never get enough of. With a shaking hand, you reached into the uninjured side of his head, running it through the matted curls. The feeling of it all made you smile, the kiss ending way too soon. 

“I love you too,” he whispers. 

With a smile you couldn’t control, you ever so gently place the helmet back onto his head. Taking the blindfold off, you stared into his visor. Brown, you knew that had to be the color of his hair. 

His hand snakes it’s way behind your head, pushing it towards his metal clad one in a Keldabe kiss. With a tearful smile, your hand moves over the metal with ease, mimicking the same gesture. 

“You can only say that if you promise I’ll never lose you again,” you mumble.

“You’ll never lose me, cyar’ika,” 

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[sirotras]

What Happens on Ziost pt 2

part one here

now for literally the exact same scene but from theron’s perspective, i figured if stephenie meyer can rewrite a whole freaking book from a different pov, i can do it for one goddamn scene

word count: 1,577

pairing: Theron Shan x Sith Inquisitor

Theron worried at the controls as the elevator doors slid open.  Rila strode onto the rooftop and he struggled to disguise the hitch in his breathing. Lucky for him that her mind seemed distant. He had it bad. Bad enough he was mooning over an Imp, but a member of the Dark Council? Get it together Shan.  

He’d told himself it wouldn’t matter after they left Yavin, that they’d never see each other again. That was months ago. The Force certainly had a sense of humor.

They had more pressing matters to deal with. 

He said something about the plan and she nodded stiffly, then drifted to the railing, listless. 

He made a few final tweaks and then all there was to do… was wait. 

Rila looked out at the city, her eyes were far away. What was she thinking about? Nothing good, judging by the crease in her brow. He thinks he saw her shiver, barely, and has to fight down the urge to offer his jacket. That wouldn’t do either of them any good. 

Standing there, still as a statue, she looked like she was carved out of moonlight, standing in the cold night air. Like something literally out of this world.

Shit. That was stupidly romantic. Not to mention cheesy. Good thing there was a giant threat looming over their shoulders, or he might have done something stupid. 

Well, something even more stupid. He wasn’t sure how long he could stand in silence. Guess it was time to talk around the bantha in the room. 

“So…uh…” He started slowly, and even then he still noticed her flinch. He pretended to focus on his datapad.  “Things seemed pretty tense back there between you and Lana. Everything alright?”

She turned, all her attention zeroing in on him. With her wide, pale eyes and her intense stare, he understood why so many people had described them as ‘unnerving’. Not that he agreed with them, just that he saw where they were coming from. Certainly not something you’d see on humans, they reflected light strangely. The effect could be startling to say the least.

“No” She said, seeming caught off guard by her own answer. She wasn’t the only one. “Lana is angry with me because I didn’t kill Agent Kovach.”

“Because you— what?” He blinked rapidly then, oh no. “She wanted you to kill him… because you found out he was a double agent…”

He could kick himself. Of course, now this would come out, when they least needed it. They had to help the people of New Adasta, a breach of trust like this…

He looked back to her, expecting to see resentment, or judgement, or some form of condemnation, and found none. She just steadily met his gaze, her face neutral.

“He was a triple agent, actually.” She offered him something that might have been a smile, he thinks, “He answered to Saresh.”

Shit. Of course. Now he seriously did consider kicking himself. He’d gotten played, this whole time. And he’s sure Saresh was loving every minute of it. No wonder she had sounded so smug on the holo. 

“Sorry,” was all she offered and then looked at her feet, shifting her weight. Despite, well, everything, it was sort of funny to see a vaunted Lord of the Sith looking so painfully out of her element. It was cute… and now was definitely not the time to be thinking of that. 

“Why didn’t you?” He asked the question before he could stop himself. He just couldn’t leave well enough alone, never did. “Kill him, I mean. It’s… not like anyone would blame you if you did.”

“Because I’m Sith?” She didn’t sound angry, just tired. He thinks he caught the barest glint of hurt in her eyes, but it was gone just like that. 

“That’s not what I…” Except it’s exactly what he meant, and she knew it. Shit. “Sorry.”

And just like that, he ruined the moment. 

He didn’t think she was going to answer, it’s not like she had any reason to. He was the last person she had any reason to explain herself to. Her eyes drifted back to the skyline in thought, and he figured that was it for this stilted attempt at conversation. 

“I am tired.” When she finally spoke, he almost jumped. It took him a second to realize she was actually answering his question. She was looking at him again, with her unwavering gaze. “I am tired of this, and of the Empire. Everything I do is towards it’s benefit, and I am so tired of that.”

“What do you mean?” He was almost afraid of what she’d say to that, but he had to ask. Her voice sounded so… worn. This was a bit more than he’d bargained for. 

She tugged at the collar of her robes and shifted on her feet. He half expected her to turn away, but she didn’t. That was a relief, he needed to see her face right now. Best not to examine that too closely.

“Because I hate it.” she said at last, “The Empire.  I hate it. And I know how to hate. I am Sith, after all. And I hate that. I hate the Sith. I hate what they have made me, what I have become. I hate the things I have done all for the sake of survival, and now I am not even sure any of it was worth—“

 She cut herself off, but it was too late, they both knew where that sentence was heading. His heart twisted and suddenly, she made a whole lot more sense. 

He almost reached out to touch her but he saw the look in her eyes, wide with fear, panic. She looked around as if scanning for an exit, but there really wasn’t anywhere to go. She looked like a cornered animal.

He remembers asking her once, if this life was what she wanted, and she had said it didn’t matter, insisted actually. She had said it in a way that sounded to him like she was trying to convince herself as much as him. And of course she was. If anyone ever even suspected, it was her life on the line. How long had she been playing this part? 

And what was he supposed to say? ‘It’ll be alright’? She would never believe that, he wasn’t even sure he did. ‘I’m here for you’? Except he couldn’t be, not for long, his place was with the Republic. ‘Let me help’? How in the galaxy was he supposed to help. Shit. He felt helpless. 

She made a pained noise and turned away. He saw her shoulders shake, just barely. Shit.

He began to move towards her without knowing what he was going to do, just that he had to do something—

The elevator hummed across the rooftop. Time’s up. 

“Here comes the puppet brigade, fingers crossed.” At least he could always fall back on humor. She made a noise that wasn’t quite a laugh, but wasn’t a scoff either, and looked to the elevator doors. He took a moment to marvel at her. How quickly she pushed all of it down and steeled herself. 

And then they had more than enough to keep them occupied. 

——

There was no time to talk, once it was over. His priority was getting Master Surro and what little else was left of the Sixth Line out of there. And Rila had her own problems he was sure.

Even if he’s had a chance, how would he explain it?  (Sorry guys gotta go back into enemy territory real quick to talk to the Sith Lord I may or may not be falling in love with)? Shit. Still, he felt guilty at leaving it like… well… that. 

He wished he had some way to contact her, to stay in contact. To say he was worried after the things she said was an understatement. She’d admitted to treason, and that was a death sentence, and it probably wouldn’t be a quick one. He still didn’t know how he could help, but if he could be there for her in some way… 

 It was all a mess. Not to mention how much trouble he was in. He spent the shuttle ride back to the Republic fleet replaying what happened in his head, trying to think of some way it could have gone better, and failing.

And then… then the news came. About Ziost. About it’s people. All those people… gone… Turned to ash is what the reports said, but then, reports said a lot of things.

Intel was spotty, it was at least a week before he could even confirm she had made it off planet before it happened, and even then he couldn’t get specifics. He’d had to fight to get just that much, and he wasn’t exactly in a position to fight. No chance he’d be able to reach out to her anytime soon, let alone establish consistent contact. Maybe if he got a hold of one of her crew? No, that was still too risky, there had to be another way…

Shit. 

It felt like they were two steps behind and Vitiate was having the time of his life watching them scramble. He could only hope Rila and Lana were managing things on their end. He had to believe things were okay between them, because otherwise… they were all in a lot more trouble.