#or like let him do an animated rebels follow up

[lucygraysboy]

who said she was running? he has to lift an eyebrow and chuckle at that, glance toward the door, then back at her bare, blister-covered feet before finally looking up at her. he doesn’t answer, but only because her intentions are very easy to ready and should know it. her body language an open book, much like a trapped animal’s. “okay, so i’ll assume your story’s true if you do the same for me, and hear me out with an open mind and heart. alright?” he lets out a shaky breath and runs his fingers through his slightly damp curls, still sitting in the floor and keeping his distance as he gathers his thoughts. it’s not an easy story to tell, even if it’s been years. “i was born in the capitol.” she got that right. “my father’s crassus snow and coriolanus’ my twin brother.” older by three whole minutes, which is something that grandma’am always seemed to care and brag about. “when the rebels came, my parents got separated and so did we. my mom hid me in the basement, said it was the safest place in case of an air raid, and… well, i don’t remember much from the day she died, or the weeks that followed.” it’s all a blur in his mind, which must be for the better. “a man found me, took pity on me ‘cause…” he trails off, shrugging. to this day, he doesn’t really know why he was spared and it keeps him up at night. he figures not everyone can kill a child, and the fact that the man’s wife really wanted a son must have worked in his favor as well. “he brought me to thirteen, eventually told me that my whole family was gone. my mom, my brother, my father, too… and now you’re telling me that my brother’s alive? and he’s in the capitol? was your mentor?” whatever that is. it all sounds crazy. 

glancing over at what he’s doing, she guesses he’s angry and wants his scarf back after she took off with it. which, she can’t blame him and it does belong to him after all so she says nothing. hearing him say something about hearing him out too, she says zero words about that to him too. he can start talking if he wants to, but she’s sure it’ll just be something dr. gaul implanted in his head. “who said i was runnin’ away.” shrugging one shoulder as her eyes stick to the scarves, “you’re just assumin’ that.” lucy gray claims as she keeps fiddling with the scarves. even with the storm, she doubts her little strength, exhaustion and starvation she has left barely keeping her alive is going to take her far, still— it wouldn’t stop her from crawling away from her deathbed if she has to if it meant getting away from coriolanus. rather die out in the wilderness than die by the hand of him.

[summer-fire]

Watch out star war opinions incoming

While I’m fully in the “Filoni should own Star Wars” camp I kinda feel like the Ahsoka show was a little too self referential to too many things from tcw and rebels, so there were some disjointed things that would be out of place if you don’t have that background info from dozens of episodes across multiple series

[lilaccmilk]

summary: you rescue a snow leopard! hybrid from an underground fighting rink and he gets attached to you. (this is basically GOJO SATORU X READER but no name mentioned.)

a/n: this was written keeping Gojo Satoru in mind but feel free to imagine whoever you want to.

content warning: hybrids, mention of underground fighting rinks, abuse, mention of Y/N, scenting, and fluff ig?

word count: 1.4 k

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For months you and your team had been tracking an underground hybrid fighting ring. And now you finally had the chance to raid in there and save those hybrids. You worked at a hybrid clinic and dealt with trauma hybrids and their medical health, like a doctor. Your presence was necessary to administer sedatives to aggressive hybrids. You reached the place with hybrid rescue officers, many types of hybrids were caged, surrounding a huge arena for fighting— wolf hybrids, snake hybrids, leopard hybrids, bear hybrids— you name it, they were there. Many of the hybrids just went along with the crew, some had to be lightly sedated. At the most secluded cage, you heard growling, agitated yet worried growling. “We won’t hurt you. We’re from the hybrid protection services, I’m Dr. Y/N.” You signalled the guards to put their guns down, so as to not agitate the hybrid more. “Please step out, i promise we wont’t hurt you yeah?”

Slowly you saw him step out— a beautiful snow leopard hybrid, white hair, pretty blue eyes that held the sky in them. But behind that aggressive demeanour, you could sense he was hiding pain. He had a few untreated bruises and slashes. You backed up a bit to give him space, opening then cage, you spoke in a soft voice, “Come on out now, let’s get you patched up yeah?” His eyes snapped to you, and they softened a bit. But then one of the officers came into view, and he snarled, you quickly got in between them, but too late, your hand had been scratched by him, he quickly stepped back, not looking you in the eyes.

Being deemed as the strongest in the arena had more cons than pros. Sure being respected and feared was nice, but that also meant that he was used as a weapon. Constant fights, back to back bettings, being drugged and then beaten up if he tried to rebel. He had smelled you before he heard your voice, you smelled sweet, like a spring day. And your voice felt like it belonged to one of the angels, he saw you signal the officers to put their guns down. He appreciated it, very deeply. You had beckoned him to come closer, opening the cage, you beckoned him to come closer to you— to freedom.

But then one of the officers moved, and whatever spell you had around him had been broken, he acted before thinking, lurching to eliminate an opponent. When he did see what he had done, he backed away. No no no– it wasn’t supposed to be like this, now you’d hate him and tell them to leave him and— “Hey, it’s ok. Please calm down, they’re all the good guys.” your voice interjected. Huh?

You knew he was scared. He meekly followed you, the other rescued hybrids backing off when he came into view, some out of respect and most out of fear. You made it to the animal clinic, you told him to wait in the shower room, you’d get some towels and clothes. As you were returning with the necessities, a fee officers came upto you, asking if you’d be okay, since the hybrid placed under your care is feral. Feral, that word irked you, but you kept quiet and told them that you’d be fine.

Before abruptly entering the room, you knocked, making it know you were entering.

You went in and saw him standing, in the same spot you left him in, very stiff, as if you’d hurt him if he even breathed the wrong way.

“You could have looked around you know? Will you be able to take a bath on your own, or do you want me to help?” you spoke. He looked blankly at you at first, but then his eyes softened, “I’d like your help please.” You nodded and filled the tub with water, and turned around to allow him to remove his clothes. He got in the tub and you took the shower head, making him comfortable with the water temperature. “I’m gonna wash your hair for you okay?” He nodded at that idea. You took your time with that, mainly because you could hear his purrs of contentment, you were pretty sure he wasn’t aware he was purring.

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A month or so had passed and he was very grateful. You kept him company and showed him patience. Being in the hybrid shelter was weird, but that couldn’t be helped, not until you adopted him. And he knew that he wouldn’t willingly go with someone else. You were pretty, protective, caring and you had a very soothing voice. Especially when you called him ‘snowflake’ or ‘Olaf’ (he loved watching Disney movies after you introduced him to Tangled) those silly nicknames made his heart go into overdrive. One thing that irked him was your scent— don’t get him wrong, he just hated that it contained the scent of many hybrids, he wanted you to smell like him. He wanted others to know you were his. His mate.

You knew he was very attached, and he had developed a sweet tooth. He was slowly turning into one of the most energetic person you had ever met. Always up to silly things and he loved PDA with you. The concept of personal space had now become foreign to him. He always had to have some kind of skinship with you. You wanted to adopt him. But just because of your selfishness, you wouldn’t ruin a chance for him to find a person he liked. But this season was the one where many hybrids got adopted. You didn’t want someone else to take him away from you, and you hated yourself for thinking that.

You saw him the garden, looking sad, you made your way over to him, sitting down next to him, “What happened snow?” There it was, that nickname. It made his heart flutter and his lungs stop working, he wanted nothing but to kiss you. “Nothing.” You insisted on him telling you, but then he finally spoke up, “Do you think, someone could actually think about adopting someone like me?” He wanted to know if you would, he went on about how he thought that maybe he isn’t meant to get all that. But you blurted out before you could think, “I want to adopt you. If that’s okay with of course. I mean- i totally understand if you don’t want me to adopt you. Like, we can find someone else or-“ you were cut off by him hugging you, repeatedly saying yes.

You signed those papers and took him home the same day.

He didn’t think he could be any closer to heaven when he entered your house. Your scent enveloped him. He finally let go of your hand that he had been holding since you asked him if you could adopt him.

At dinner time he practically inhaled the food. You showed him his room and bid him goodnight.

As you were in your bed scrolling through wattpad, you heard loud claps of thunder outside, it was raining. You then heard his voice on the other side of the door, you called him in. “Can I….sleep with you? I wanna cuddle” You wordlessly lifted your blanket and opened your arms, he quickly slipped in next to you.

You both laid together, his head against you chest, but then you felt him nuzzling your neck, almost as if–“Are you scenting me snowflake?” you laugh. “Mmh, yes.” he says in a cocky manner. “You should smell like me, you’re my mate.” Your eyes widen at his words. “Mate?”

He looks up, in panic, he couldn’t believe he said that out loud, “I’m sorry, are you mad? Please don’t send me back-” You cut him off with a finger in his lips, “Hey, I’m not mad, just surprised.”

“So….you accept being my mate? Once you do, be aware there won’t be any breakups like humans.” He warned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, love.”

He leaned in to kiss you, it was a soft kiss, like a promise, your hands threaded through his hair and you parted away, resting your forehead against his. And then you looked into his eyes, and something flips, he pulled you onto his lap, kissing you feverishly, as chaotic as the thunderstorm outside. You returned the kiss back with same fervour. You both pulled away because of the lack of air and smile. You laid back down, his arms around you. And for the first time in a long while, he slept without nightmares but rather, with contentment.

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hey guys lemme know how was it. i’m gonna make this a mini series i guess. should i? LIKES, REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[tookthe-405]

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Prologue :

“Sun bleached Flies” ~ Ethel cain

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summary: you grew up religious without a choice, and in summer you would get send to vacation bible school. The camp always felt like prison to you, until a very interesting girl appeared.

c/w: smut in future chapters!!! , religious trauma, homophobia

1,1 k words

24/11/2004

Age 16 Reader pov:

"And as the Bible says in Micah 7:7: But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my savior, my God will hear me"

Your eyes burn, not because you are crying, but because of the very bright spotlights that are shining on Pastor Tobias. The youth lesson takes place every Wednesday evening and today's topic is faith and trust.

The paper and pen in your hand feels heavy and rough, you should have already written down what you’ve learned new, but your head is just so empty today.

As it has been so often in the last few weeks, which makes you feel guilty and ashamed again. You stare at the blank page and don't feel anything, that you could put into words and on paper. You can think of many questions that you would like to ask, but are too embarrassed for.

"hey is everything ok?"

your head follows the whispers next to you. Hazel looks at you worried. This girl is the only reason you enjoy being here, and there is no judgment in her look.

“I’m a bit stuck on this today” you whisper back and point at the empty paper, she nods.

you could feel the eyes of the employes. When sermons are held it is always very quiet and all these people you grew up with are listening to the man in front of you, the faintest whispers can be heard. You quickly concentrate again and look ahead.

"We're closing the sermon today with a prayer and the requests that you gave us"

On the board next to him are various prayer requests that the young people brought to the lesson. But a few of them catch your eye more than the others.

- Please release me from the shame within me - Let me grow with your word - The temptations of the evil one shall not harm me

The prayer lasts 7 minutes and your mind keeps wandering. When you pray, you always forget where you are and feel a bit stuck in your head. That's why you've given up the habit of closing your eyes, which helps you to ease the restlessness in which your inner self is bursting. You can't get rid of it at anyway. You observe the people around you a bit. You know every face all too well, the reason for that includes going to a the private Christian school and the many prayer evenings that your parents and siblings like to attend to.

When praying, each face shows a small part of the person. Some look deep in thought, others look as if they were about to burst into tears at any second and one or the other sit on their seats with a contented and calm expression on their faces. You would give a lot to feel whatever they are feeling.

Hazel's expression reminds you of a frightened animal that has just been captured. She was one of the fearful prayers.

All you wanna do, is try to get her out of this state and keep her safe with you, but you know that you can't do that for her. Only the god she prays to can do that.

"Amen"

“Amen” everyone says together and the word leaves your lips quietly.

Everyone stands up from their seats and whispers spread. You know all these people and you knew from your private life that some of them weren't good people, but the church seemed to change that completely. At least for a short time. As soon as the free time begins, you notice that the facades are falling again. This has always confused you a bit.

Two years ago, so many people were converted here, that the church was rebuilt and there were now many different rooms for different concerns. There was the sermon Hall, which is full every Sunday and is used for worship services. There is also a kitchen and dining room with couches. One floor higher was the room for the young people, which is used every Wednesday to pray, study and spend time together. A few couches and many chairs with tables.

The whole youth group is there and a few people start to play games. Some have a religious background, some don't.

After the sermon, you and Hazel go from the sermon hall to the youth room, where a few people from your class have already made themselves comfortable on the couch and seats. At school you always talk to Hazel, who is a very social person and that's why you are forced to talk to other people as well.

Samuel and another boy are talking as you both sit down on chairs, and the whole group seems interested in the conversation.

"My mother said that, Pastor Tobias told her on Sunday"

"What's going on?" Hazel's gentle voice asks Samuel.

He excitedly turns away from the other boy and addresses Hazel.

"My mother said that we were going to a camp this summer, we young people, there was a lake, forest, church, everything"

“Do we have to camp?” Asks Kate, a girl in a class below you.

The thought of having to go camping immediately puts you off, but you'd have to go anyway if it actually takes place.

After all, Samuel talks a lot but it doesn't always reflect reality.

"She said there is a youth hostel with lots of rooms, but they are shared."

You could live with that. Hazel nudges you with a smile. Now the excitement hits you too, if you and Hazel are in the same room together, swimming in the lake all day long and there were going to be funny events, it will definitely be pretty fun.

You smile back excitedly and the other people around you seem to be looking forward to it too.

“Have you heard of Anne Marie’s husband?”

The group becomes quiet and looks at Sofia, with a thoughtful look and crossed arms.

"A few people from church mentioned something but I don't think it's true," Naveah says next to her and rolls her eyes, but Sofia shakes her head confidently and leans forward.

“My brother said it was true, he was there at the prayer meeting for him” Naveah’s face falls and that made you a little nervous.

"what?" ask someone, but you won't know who.

"They prayed that his homosexual desires would disappear"

The room generally seems to become a little quieter; the other groups of friends also seemed to have heard the word, which had probably never been uttered here before.

The tense atmosphere spreads through the room like poison and you hold your breath.

" I didn`t knew he had such disgusting thoughts"

you are too shocked to notice who said it, but you still clearly hear the others agree.

“The sin is disgusting, but we should pray for him,”

Austin decides, but his gaze seems a little concernt.

After the prayer you feel emptier than before, almost as if you had been sucked dry. Your thoughts left more marks and you knew what you would pray for tonight before you went to sleep.

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a/n: this is a bit more angsty and can trigger some people so pls read the warnings!! I felt a bit uncomfortable too writing it, but it’s still important to talk and write about it, because it is reality!!!

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[the--rebel--fae]

Ask: Hello! Can I request a headcanon?, the theme is that Sanji and Your/name meet after the events of Cake Island. (They dated before this)

A/n: I hope I did this ask justice! This is my first time writing for Sanji, and doing a drabble, but I like how this one turned out! I hope you enjoy it!

@kihauk

WC: 470

Spoiler Warning: Cake Island Spoilers

TW: None! just Hurt/comfort

Lost Love Comes Again

You never thought that you’d see Sanji again if you were completely honest. After he left The Thousand Sunny, you thought you’d never see him again. 

His welcome back was a big thing with the crew, but you felt too conflicted to join in the festivities.

You loved him and still did. And you understood why he did what he did, his family was awful. But it didn’t change the fact that you were hurt that it seemed so easy for him to break off your relationship.

You just wish you knew if the relationship ever meant anything to him.

“Hey hun, you haven’t been that cheery since Sanji got back. I would have thought that you’d be the happiest that Sanji’s back.” Nami said as she came over to where you were sitting on the upper deck of the Sunny. 

You lifted your head off of your hands from resting on your legs to turn your gaze up towards Nami. “Hmm? Oh hey, Nami. Yea, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy Sanji is back I really am, it’s just–”

Nami lifted you up from your stoop and pulled you into a tight hug. “I get it. It’s because of the stupidity he pulled before Cake island huh?”

Pulling back from the hug, you gave a small chuckle at her observation. “Yea, I guess it’s because I still have feelings for that idiot. Even after he broke things off. Pretty stupid huh?”

“Not to me it isn’t. You should go confront him, tell em how you feel. He’s no doubt in the kitchen as usual. But I can make sure the two of you have your time alone.”  

A soft sigh falls from your lips, but you nod nonetheless. “Alright, thank you Nami. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime, hun.”

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“Hey Sanji, can I talk to you?” You ask, entering the ship’s kitchen. 

The blonde puts down his cutting knives and turned to face you with a soft smile. “Hey (y/n). I was wondering when you would come around. I haven’t seen you since the end of the whole Cake Island ordeal. Would you like something to ea–”

“Do you still have feelings for me?” You cut him off. Your gaze determined as you look up at your once-boyfriend. “Did you even feel anything for me at all, Sanji? Or was I just some fling?”

“Oh mon cheri,” he stepped forward and suddenly wrapped you in a sweet embrace. “I never meant to make you feel that way. I thought I was doing the right thing by letting you go. I didn’t think that you’d feel that way. Can we start over my dear?”

Your eyes start to water and you lean into Sanji’s warm embrace. “I’d like that a lot actually.”

Maybe their love was worth fighting for after all…

A/N: Well, I hope you liked the drabble/HC! It was a fun write! Feel free to request something again soon! And if anyone wants a personalized fan fiction story of their own from One Piece to Pokemon and more! I have many options! And I’d be happy to write y’all a story that you’d love! Just click this link below! And if you wanna keep up with what I’m doing with stories and updates on my shop feel free to follow me here on Tumblr and on Instagram under Rebel Fae Productions

[auspicioustidings]

The Gentle Duchess

Blue Blood Part 4

Summary: Continuation of the Blood Druid. Johnny finally teaches you about the things you want to know.

Word Count: 3.3k

CWs: Smut, just shameless smut (which I am still a beginner at so my sibling in Christ temper your expectations)

“Aye, I can teach ye. Good students dinnae yell at their teachers like that though, dae they? I ken ye’ll have been raised with all sorts of those nice gentle manners, so ask again nicely hen” Johnny said, looking down at you sat on the bed with no end of heated mischief in his eyes. 

You had been raised with those nice, gentle manners. You had a reputation as such, the Gentle Duchess who was rarely ever seen at social events but always mild tempered when she did appear. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. Powerful father so a decent prospect for marriage, no brothers. You had been ok with that, it wasn’t a bad thing to be known for being gentle. But right in this moment you understood the call to bloodlust that men at war held. You wanted to strangle this strange creature.

“Good teachers do not tease their students sir” you replied, curt and proper. 

Something of an animal came across him when you had called him sir. You had meant it to be mocking, anyone of good breeding would know it was an insult being said in such a tone. But it affected him in some way that was frighteningly exciting. 

“Ye want tae know whit it’d really be like if I wis teasing ye my lady?” he replied, voice seeming deeper now, the last two words coated in syrup. 

He had leaned forward, putting his hands to either side of you and caging you in. Your heartbeat quickened and you felt a confusion in your blood, fighting to rush to either your cheeks or between your legs. Johnny watched in delight as you naturally leaned back, not even realising you were doing so until you were braced on your forearms, him continuing to follow to stay right in your space. 

It was delicious watching you rebel for what was probably the first time in your life. He had met many women from the nobilities of these silly little Kingdoms, none quite as sheltered as you. And yet there was such a fight in you wrestling to get out. He knew it had always been there, knew that this was destiny for you to fall into their laps. He would bring out that fight, let you sharpen your nails on his skin and whet your teeth on his blood. 

“Perhaps you should reevaluate your surety that you could truly tease me” you said, trying your best to emulate the way you heard the vipers of different social events speak. Polite in the most cutting of ways. 

“Such a sharp tongue on ye” he grinned, putting a firm hand to the centre of your chest and giving one strong push.

With a soft oof you found your back on the bed, arms no longer holding you up. He readjusted, bringing one knee to rest on the small space at the edge of the bed between your legs and bracing one hand beside your head. The other he brought to your lips, two fingers bullying their way past to massage at your tongue. 

“Cannae believe such a pretty wee mouth would gie me such an attitude” he cooed.

Your head may have been getting a little hazey, the sink into that floating space you had discovered this past couple of days feeling imminent, but you steeled yourself. You bit down, feeling a little satisfaction when he hissed and pulled his fingers away, shaking them out. Johnny was indulging you a little, he knew your bite had been controlled, gentle. You didn’t have it in you just yet to try to hurt him. He wondered if you ever would, but he thought it might be a good thing that your nature was more to be docile and gentle. He was more than sure he could push you to be mean, but for Simon a gentle love would be perfect. 

“If you are not going to teach me, then I would prefer you go and play with someone else.”

“You bit me, feral wee thing.”

You tried to stop from going bright red, not able to stop it. Feral wee thing. You had never dreamed anyone would even have a passing thought to think of you in such a way. It made you feel a rush of heady satisfaction. Is this how a pampered cat must feel when it finds cause to sink its claws into something? The reminder that under all those frills and laces and poise there was still a predator?

There was a desperate want in you. Oh how you wanted and wanted and wanted. You wanted to bite him again to see him hiss, you wanted him to bite you so you could feel the sting. You wanted him to touch you. Oh Gods you wanted to touch him. You wanted to stop fighting and beg to touch him, show him how gentle and compliant you could be and have him coo sweet praises at you for it. You wanted to fight and fight and fight until he forced compliance out of you. 

Johnny could see you at odds with yourself. He was pushing you he knew, probably too far too fast. How irresistible a temptation it was when it flushed you so, had you erratically grinding down on his knee without even realising it. Had your hands fisting the sheets, white knuckled in an attempt to keep from losing control and touching him. Touching yourself. Fuck, the little whine that had left you unbidden at his words had him painfully hard. 

But there was another feeling aching away in his chest. His brothers in arms were 3 men he loved fiercely, he would call down the Gods to burn the world for them. Simon Riley especially. The man who had understood what it was like to be looked down on. When Johnny had first let Gaz talk him into joining the Duke’s little team, he had only done it because he thought the Prince was a bonnie thing he wouldn’t mind corrupting and because he wanted to see more of the world. It was Simon who noticed the way people would treat him. Like some untamed savage.

He enjoyed it for the most part, but it got lonely after a while to have everyone be scared of you. And then the big eejit in a mask had started dragging him to spar with the other soldiers, had goaded him into bantering little arguments at dinner where the servants in earshot could hardly hide their laughter, had told fantastical stories to wide eyed children about how Johnny’s homeland had cù-sìths and kelpies and unicorns and all sorts of magic bubbling away that had them constantly bothering Johnny to tell them all about it. He admitted he enjoyed telling them all about his home, treating them with ghost stories and tales of grand adventure.

It was only when he realised all at once that the people around here smiled at him in greeting that he had been fully aware of Simon’s cleverness and quiet care. The man was a monster on the battlefield, but so few saw that he was also fiercely loyal and he protected those he considered his. Looking at you, knowing that soon he would be giving you to the man who so fully deserved you, had his heart singing. 

You would so perfectly compliment him, be the gentle place his heart could rest. Johnny felt such a rush of love for you then, the same warm light he got when communing with his Gods. He sent up a quick prayer, a thank you for sending you. 

“Your aroused wee yin, that’s what this is.”

“What?”

“Ye wanted teaching naw?” he said, steady and encouraging as the bitten hand was placed on your waist, giving a warm squeeze. “This feeling, it’s arousal. This divine wee body wants touching, needs something inside.”

You heard your little noise this time, a startled note. You had tried to put your finger inside, it had felt foreign and uncomfortable. The Prince and the Duke hadn’t… well there was the Duke’s clever tongue. It made you see stars. Did it need to be a tongue? 

“I tried that” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes out of shame.

You jolted when he pressed his lips against your jaw, kisses peppering over you and down to the neckline of your dress. The hand at your waist dragged leisurely down, rucking your dress up to your thigh before pausing there. He pulled his lips away.

“Look at me please.” 

He had asked so achingly sweetly that you had little choice in the matter, meeting his eyes. He was different somehow, no less intense but the intensity was different. Softer in a way that was terrifying for a reason you couldn’t name. 

“Fuck. Tha thu bòidheach” he said, almost breathless. 

“I don’t…”

“Let me touch ye. Let me show ye how to feel good.”

Gone was the teasing, he seemed so sincere now. And he wasn’t pushing you either, the hand on your dress paused. With the others there hadn’t been anytime to really think about it. You had been overwhelmed with sensation. But now he gave you time, gave you a quiet moment to decide if this was something you wanted of him. And still, still you wanted.

“...please” you whispered, not even sure if the word was audible.

“Ok mo leannan, I’ve got ye. Going tae undress you.”

And undress you he did, achingly softly, until you were bare on the bed. He moved you with gentle touches to be fully laid out so he could straddle you and press his forehead to yours with an affectionate headbutt that made you scowl and butt him right back, causing him to chuckle lightly and nuzzle on you.

“Still my feral wee thing.”

He started trailing kisses from your jaw again, this time not meeting any fabric to stop him from continuing down to the swell of your breasts. His hand was firm on your stomach keeping you pressed down into the plush bed as he swirled his tongue around one of your nipples. Your body tried to arch without your permission and you nearly choked on your own saliva at the sharp gasp of pleasure escaping your lips. 

“I… I can feel it between my legs. Ah! I-it’s like there is a path between them” you rambled, trying to fight against the urge to just lose yourself in the sensation so you could understand.

The wet pop of his mouth leaving you was obscene.

“Aye, to here” he said, hand coming to cup you. “Lots of names people call this.”

“His highness he- oh Gods I don’t- c-cunt! That’s what he called it.”

“Fuuuck. Never sounded so pretty a word before now. Whit did his royal pain in the arse call this then?” he asked, finger delving in to press at your clit.

“He called it my clit. Please!”

“Come on wee yin, use your words.”

“I - I don’t know!”

It was driving you wild, his fingers just sitting there pressing. Not moving. You were trying to wriggle as best you could with his other hand still holding you down, trying to get anything. You thought you might cry.

“Aye ye dae. Dinnae be a brat, tell me whit it is ye want.”

You lashed out, small hand grabbing at his hair and sharply pulling as you bared your teeth at him. You hated being called a brat and he had done it twice now. You were a Duchess, demure and proper. If anyone was being a brat it was him. He brought this out in you, this beast. If he was so determined to act like it was somehow you being the problem here then he could do something about it. Oh, wasn’t that a thought that got your blood hot.

“Move your fingers. Use your tongue. Do something!”

His pupils were blown out and he was panting like a dog at the little attack, baring his teeth right back with a feral grin. 

“I’ll allow it my lady, jist this once. After ye get married, ye try that again and I’ll bend ye over and fuck your arse silly while the Prince eats out your cunt. Ye’ll be begging for us tae let your husband come take whit’s his by the time we’re through with ye.”

You didn’t fully understand, but it made you want to fight even more nonetheless. He still wasn’t moving his damn fingers. Deliberate of course on Johnny’s part. He had really thought he could be slow and loving with you, but he adored you spitting mad like this. You were so haughty, refusing to beg him pretty. He knew that Simon and Price would probably spoil you completely, it would be him and Gaz who would work you up like this, get you fighting.

“You insufferable man! I will not beg anything of you” you snapped, yanking him down so you could kiss him.

It was a battle more than anything, all tongues and teeth. The sounds were lewd and you did not care, only relishing in a small victory when he had to move his hands from between you to balance himself and you could wrap your legs around him, rolling your hips to get that friction he should have just given you in the first place. He moaned loudly into your mouth and you felt a hard length pressing into you beneath the heavy fabric of his kilt. It startled you enough to loosen your grip on him, allowing him to pull his mouth from yours, both of you panting and staring at one another.

“Did Gaz teach you the name for it?”

“He… I think he touched it, but he wouldn’t let me see.”

“Selfish Prince hm?”

Your legs tightened around him when he went to move off of you, not understanding. He gave your neck a small nip with his teeth which made you yelp and he used the distraction to pull away and stand. You turned to your side to look up at him in what you had wanted to be anger, but was more akin to looking like a kicked puppy. When he started to unwind the fabric covering him, you watched with fascination. 

You could not look away from the heavy weight between his legs, hard. He wrapped his hand around it and you saw that it was leaking, his thumb catching on that liquid to slick himself up.

“Cock gets hard like this the same way that pretty cunt gets all wet,” he said, fist continuing to pump slowly. 

“May I…?”

You weren’t sure how to ask exactly, but your curiosity had cooled some of your fight. You wanted to touch him the way he was touching himself, see what it felt like. You swallowed thickly, salivating with the image of putting your tongue on him. Would it feel for him the way the Duke had made you feel? He held his hand out to yours and when you took it guided you to hold him. 

It was velvety, hotter than you thought. Sticky. His low moan made your bones rattle. You could die to hear him do it again. You shifted forward to taste it and the noise you were rewarded with made you believe in his old Northern Gods. 

“Fuck, pretty little tongue feels perfect. You’re perfect” he groaned. 

For some reason those two words made you squirm far more than any filth that he could have come out with. He carded a hand through your hair and moved your head back from him, groaning.

“Turn around mo leannan.”

You didn’t follow the instruction immediately, confused and stubborn. But you didn’t resist when he just took your body and turned it as if you weighed nothing to him. You were laid on your side facing away from him and his body joined you, chest against your back. His arm landed heavy on your hip, hand coming around to finally touch you like you had wanted. 

“Touch yourself the way I’m doing, I’m going tae move my fingers to put them inside. Need ye tae relax.”

You wanted, you wanted, you wanted. If he was going to give you what you wanted then you could do what he said without complaint, fingers bumping against his sweetly as you took over. He readjusted your legs, pushing his cock between your thighs making you moan at the heat of it. When he was able to rut slowly he finally dropped his fingers to your opening, pushing one inside.

It felt different to when you had done it. It felt so hot and tight and wet and you could feel your walls trying to milk his finger. 

“So tight. So hot and tight and perfect. Fuck taking it so pretty aren’t ye mo leannan? This was made for a cock, that’s whit I meant by saying I wisnae going tae take your maidenhood. The first cock in ye should be yer husbands in this Kingdom. Fuuuck, bunch of bastards. If ye were from the Northern Isles wouldnae be a problem for me to be inside ye before ye married.”

Everything felt blindingly intense, but it felt like you were on a thin line between that and a fuzzy softness. Like if you just gave in to it, you could leave your thoughts to the wayside and just feel. You resisted, too busy buzzing with the singular thought that one finger was already making you feel desperately stretched and full. A cock inside you?

“I’d die if you put it inside me, s’too big. Feel so full already” you whined, grabbing one of the pillows to press your face into.

He was picking up the pace, the sound of his hard cock sliding between your thighs combined with the sound of his finger pumping in and out of you wet and only interrupted by both of your desperate noises. 

“I know, so tight. We’ll help ye, me and the Prince and the Duke. Get ye ready and excited,” he said, his words spoken right into the flesh of your shoulder where he had buried his head. 

He added another finger and you swore, not something very lady like but fuck you wanted, you wanted, you wanted. Your own fingers bumped against his again, dipping down to get more of that slick to make everything feel better. He kissed at your shoulder and you thought you could die from such a sweet little gesture.

“So good, taking it so good. Feels better already hm? Ye know that ye were made to take our cocks, can feel ye clenching thinking about it. Would ye like that? After Simon gets ye nice and full with a child let the rest of us have ye. Never going tae want for anything wee yin, we’ll take such good care of ye.”

He reminded you of Gaz, the words seemingly being spoken for himself more than you. The idea that he would find it pleased him thinking of you being taken care of was going to give you heart problems. 

It was only after you came with a scream that he really showed you how much this was affecting him. He fucked your thighs with a fury, leaving your breathless. You had taken your fingers away, choking a sob when he pulled his out and then just crying out incoherently when instead of removing them entirely he went back to your clit, the overstimulation dragging pleasure out of pain. 

“J-Johnny I can’t!”

“Ye fucking can! Cum for me again my lady” he growled.

Turned out you could and the way you howled had him cumming as well. You felt ropes of sticky fluid make a mess of your thighs and you were too boneless and dazed to question it. That was a lesson for another time, on the balance of things you reckoned school was out for the day.

[cool-thymus]

Hello there! To answer some of your questions in the tags (mind you, it's going to be long):

The overall story-idea was Good/Konoha loyal!Obito being Kakashi's lover on the battlefield. He thinks, but never vocalises his concerns about Kakashi. Kakashi, who is always doing his utmost best, always so dependable, strong, the perfect soldier. But Kakashi isn't invincible, and he's crumbling under all the weight the world (and himself) puts on his shoulders. Kakashi, who can only ever be vulnerable when no one sees him. But Obito knows but doesn't say. So he lets his actions speak and picks up his lover and embraces him, tries to soothe him.

BUT even if this is the original idea, there are many possibilities and I couldn't choose one so I changed the outcome of the few pages a lot. This is a bit my problem, soI struggle with flow and paneling a lot.

There are so many interesting ideas to explore after all!

It is his Father's signature sleeve pattern! I just kinda love the idea of Kakashi wearing it to honor his father (and sometimes/most of the time I HC it as a clan thingy!)

The rest is more 'up to interpretation of the viewer' but I'll type my thoughts on it:

Storywise:

The idea started - like I mentioned - as Good-Obito finding a distressed Kakashi. But I started to draw Obito in his War/arc uniform, but then I thought 'hmmmm maybe Obito is Akatsuki here?' So this can both be 'Teammate Obito in a fancy outfit' OR 'Akatsuki/Mizukage/stalker!Obito' who keeps an eye on Kakashi.

Then another idea I got: "What if it is Konoha-loyal-Kakashi and Akatsuki!Obito having a forbidden/secret relationship??" Like, the loyaltyconflict Kakashi must have! The pull Obito feels towards a past and furture with Kakashi by his side (lover or friendship-wise), the 'what did I get myself into??' of both of them.

The scarred arm: or a slip of control on Kakashi's part where he couldn't control his Chidori OR/AND afterwards he'd had flashbacks and started tearing up his arm like he did in the anime after Rin's death. (Rin is still deceased in this short comic)

Outfit-wise:

The War!arc Obito outfit is one of my faves overall (except the high neck, but hey... can't have everything can we?) and I have a great dislike for the standard Konoha vest in general. Idk. It's not his colour? So I decided to draw that.

Voilà, my thoughts on the little comic ^.^

OMG!! Rose, thank you for sharing your vision! 😍🙏🌻 Obito soothing Kakashi by just being gentle with him is very Obito of him. I frequently find myself thinking that in their dark moments, obkk would be mostly silent, relying on proximity that would give them comfort and a sense of security. Especially the way you drew that embrace - i'm sure it worked on Kakashi and made him feel if not better, but safer.

"A forbidden/secret relationship" between Konoha loyal Kakashi and Akatsuki Obito! YES! I'm a big fan! I have a personal daydream au where good Jounin Obito leaves the village bc he doesn't support the cruel politics of the hokage and the higher-ups and essentially becomes a rebel. Kakashi doesn't follow him, but they can't stay apart for too long, bc they worry sick about each other and still meet in secret. Your illustrations fall in line with this hc of mine and it makes me daydream HARDER xD These are the comments for this beautiful post, check it out if you've missed it 💛

[pancake-breakfast]

For as much as I love the series now, Attack on Titan was a bit of a hard sell for me. Through much of the first season, I kept asking myself why I should bother to invest in a series with such a high death count and such a bleak outlook for the characters. And, when you're near the beginning, it does seem like this anime might just be following a lot of typical shonen tropes. You have the brave-and-determined dumbass, the stoic badass, the nerdy friend, the love interest, the rival, etc. etc.

But while AoT uses this as a starting place, it doesn't stay there. If your main character is a dumbass, he doesn't get to be the lovable dumbass who has everything magically work out around him. His dumbassery has consequences. People might still love him. Things might still work out. But if they do, it's in spite of him and not because of him, and they don't work out nearly as well as they would have if he hadn't been a dumbass.

One of the scenes that better illustrates this is in second season, when Eren and Ymir are captured by Reiner and Berthold and they're all talking in the tree. Eren takes stock of the situation and thinks to himself, "Ok, in order to get through this with the best outcome, I need to plan my actions, bide my time, and not let my emotions get the better of me."

A minute later, he's raging and trying to headbutt Reiner out of the tree while Ymir facepalms and decides her own goals will be better met if she sides with Reiner and Berthold.

Eren's not acting out of character here. He might have decided in the moment that he's gonna try to approach this situation more calmly and thoughtfully than he generally does, but because "raging dumbass" is his default at this point in the story, that part of his character doesn't just spontaneously evaporate so he can become Amazing Hero Guy(TM). Since he's NEVER actually acted in such a calm and calculated way before, making that sort of change is going to take time and practice. (Or straight-up trauma, but that's another post entirely.)

And because he isn't able to make the best decision in the moment, Ymir hesitates to side with him, thus making the whole rescue attempt by the Scouts and their allies MUCH more bloody.

Similarly, the unfolding of Levi's character helps us see how much more than a trope he is. At first, he seems like he'll be that cold, cool, distant commander guy who doesn't play by the rules, but then, no. He's got more nuance than that by a long shot. Because if he *was* that cold, cool, distant leader guy, he wouldn't be a very good leader, and if he couldn't follow orders, he would never be given his own command.

You can't gain the loyalty from your subordinates just by being good at what you do. You have to pay attention to them. Levi isn't loved by the fandom just because he's a badass, but because he's intuitive and insightful about both people and situations. One could argue that no one else cares more for their subordinates than Levi. And that sort of behavior from real-world leaders wins over hearts far more than being a badass rebel.

I could go on, because practically every character in this series has the nuance necessary to give them depth and believability that isn't demanded of shonen series. These characters could have all just been tropes, but they aren't. They have to go through the same learning processes that real-world people do. They have to find ways to relate to others just the same as everyone else. And when they fail to do that, or don't do it on the right timeline, there are consequences.

Recognizing that the series was more about consequences than about any given character being right or wrong by default was what really allowed me to buy into it. And I'm glad I did, because it's been a wild ride.

[vibratingskull]

Of course I had to forgot to put tags , and now that we can't modify asks I had to delete it 😑 So it's posted a day late

I got carried away with this one

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Stranded, isolation, p in v, creampie, cunni

“What are the next steps of your plan?” Thrawn asks calmly.

You don’t respond to that jab spoken only to get under your skin. As far as you are concerned, you are winning : Thrawn is away from all his forces and the Empire, stranded on an isolated planet away from any help.

Granted you are stranded with him, with little chance to get rescued, but as long as his tactical genius doesn’t serve the Empire in any way you are satisfied. You will contempt yourself with a pathetic death on a backwater planet after such a victory.

“I don’t know, what such a grand genius like you would do?” You bite back.

You feel his red gaze burning the back of your neck as you advance in the jungle, with what little equipment you found. Behind you both, the carcass of the emergency shuttle finish burning after its crash in a deep forest under a blazing sun.

“Me, I am going forward.” You let him behind, readjusting the braces of your backpack

“You are going to die if you go alone.” He informs you.

“You may. Me, I’m going to be okay. We rebels are resourceful!” You wave him goodbye and let him to die here, like a stud in the middle of the road.

Good riddance.

You personally know him for less than three hours and you already can’t bear him anymore.

You walk among the vegetation, protecting yourself from the sun with the shadows of trees, drinking at fresh streams and eating little berries you find.

But you have the bad feeling to be followed. You spin suddenly to surprise him behind your back but find nothing, just the thick bushes you just crossed.

“Hum.” You purse your lips, dubious.

Maybe it’s your imagination. You prick up your ears, but only hear a low growl… Surely the wind. You resume your walk, going deeper into this impenetrable forest. 

You were trying to find a good spot to take a break when something akin to a group of antelopes sprint past you in a frenzy, looking visibly panicked. You don’t have time to process it when you hear the same growl, this time loud like a roar rising behind you and you are thrown on the ground, with something slashing deep into the flesh of your lower back. You cry in pain, jumping on all four to look everywhere.

And you see it.

An enormous predator looking like a panther with iridescent feathers, claws and fangs like daggers. But this beast is easily three times bigger than you. You grasp your rifle and aim at the skull of the beast. You aim right but the ammunition disappears against hard scales of the head of the panther. What kind of beast is that?!

You’re in a bad spot. This is your only weapon and it is useless against the carnivore looking at you like it’s next dinner. It only needs to jump to slash your throat and gulp you down.

You fall on your butt and crawl backward as it rolls its muscles, preparing to jump.

Your demise came way quicker than anticipated.

You scream, protecting yourself pitifully with your arms, closing your eyes to not see death approaching.

But death doesn’t come.

Instead you hear a roar or unbridled rage and pain coming from the beast. You open your eyelids, unsure, to discover Thrawn on the back of the beast, a spear deeply stabbed in the back of the neck of the panthere. The beast rears and jumps trying to get rid of the Chiss and the spear but it loses a lot of blood, making a red puddle at its feet. The beast rises on his back paws to throw him down and you take the opportunity to fire at the tender stomach of the animal. It opens a large wound, letting blood and entrails spurt out freely.

It yelps painfully and falls to the ground. Dead.

You look at it with round eyes, in shock. Thrawn pulls the spear out in a precise motion and jumps down the beast.

“I told you : You are going to die alone.” He says.

You snap out of your torpor.

“You were following me!?” You shout, indignant.

“And it was the right call.” He throws a bacta treatment at your feet. “Treat your wound before your blood draws more of them.”

“Do not order me around!” You bite back.

“Would you please treat your wounds to not attract more predators?” He responds dryly.

You take the bacta and pull on your bloody shirt, the simple motion earns a painful moan from you. The cuts are deep.

You keep Thrawn in your peripheral vision, careful for any of his antics. But he’s focusing on the corpses of the beast, trying to pull out a large fang from the maw.

That guy is weird.

You finish bandaging yourself and carefully approach, not too close, to see him opening the stomach of the beast.

“What in the seven worlds are you doing?”

“You intend to feed yourself with only berries?” He inquire

“You want… to eat it?”

“Exactly. Its carcass could last us for two weeks.”

“Us? There is no us.” You temper his crazy hopes.

“There will be if you want to last more than a day.”

“You are full of yourself! What tells you I will accept your presence?”

“You do not know the basics of living in the jungle.”

“Oh, because a pampered Grand Admiral obviously knows them!”

“Indeed. If it was not for me, you would be dead at this instant.” He simply answers.

You flare your nose, swallowing your ripost. This guy is so annoying!

“Start a fire, it will drive animals away.” He instructs, continuing cutting the flesh of the beast.

You breathe through your nose, trying to keep your calm but he’s right. Night is setting and other predators will go out to hunt. You gather wood and start a fire, sparing your poor back, and Thrawn throws a large chunk of meat on the embers, braising the flesh.

You sit in front of each other in complete silence, you looking at him black and him focused on the firing of your dinner. He slices the chunk and gives you a large bit of it to eat? At least he isn’t a skinflint.

You bite into your part never stopping looking at him, ready to seize your weapon and fire on him at any strange gesture.

“I will take the first watch. Sleep.” He informs.

You lay down with the full intent of not sleeping to keep a watch on that bastard.

But you succumb to sleep, the fire is so warm and the sounds of the jungle are so soothing.

Thrawn finally shakes you and you jump like a devil out of its box, slapping his hand away.

“Don’t touch me!”

He raises his hand in an appeasing gesture.

“Take this.” He hands you a dagger made of the large fang. “It will be more useful than a rifle here.”

You take the dagger, evaluating its weight, getting familiar with it.

You don’t thank him. He goes to sleep without a word.

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Five weeks of walking and now you’re crossing cliffs, following Thrawn silently, eyes fixed on the back of his head. You spend all your days in complete silence, nobody utters a word outside of sporadic directions. You’re not here to buddy up with that imperial, you’ll take advantage of his knowledge of survivalism and drop out at the first opportunity.

It pains you to admit it but he’s good at this… You wonder what happened in his life for him to know all that, but you’re surely not gonna ask anything. You don’t want anything to do with him.

You reach a chasm.

A very, very large chasm.

You look at the edge, very deep too, a guarantee for a broken neck down here.

“Welp. What do we do now?” you ask.

“We jump, obviously.”

We what?!

You’re about to protest when he throws his backpack on the other side and takes some steps back to gather momentum and just… jump over the damn chasm.

“Your turn.” He informs you.

Your gaze travels between him and the bottom.

There is no way you’re doing that.

There is more than 200 meters of free fall.

“No…” you mumble

“Come on. Jump.”

“No!” You shout.

You feel your legs get wobbly, you start trembling.

“I… I cant.”

“Of course you can.” He encourages.

“No, no I can’t…” You take support on the rock wall, barely holding it together.

“(Y/n), look at me.” he calls.

Your eyes risel from the chasm to him with difficulties. They are like hypnotized by the void threatening to claim you. Your eyes meet his resolute gaze.

“(Y/n). Look into my eyes. you can do it.”

He extends his hand in your direction.

“Focus on me. I am here to reception you.”

“I-I can’t, it’s too wide… I will fall!”

“No you will not. Look at me (Y/n). You will not fall. You will cross without a problem, you can do it.” He keeps encouraging you, “Stand up.”

You rise back on your legs that feel like jello, still trembling.

“Do not look down, only look at me. Focus on me.”

You take three steps back, and look up to him.

“That is right. You can do it, I believe in you.”

You sprint and jump with a yelp. You close your eyes mid-air, your stomach sinking, ready to hear the air screaming in your ears as you will inevitably fall to your death.

But instead, two powerful arms receive you. In fact you jumped with such force you are both thrown to the ground. You reopen your eyes to realize your cheek is against his broad chest and you can hear his beating heart. You precipitaly jump on your feet, embarrassed.

“Hum, sorry.”

“It is okay.” He just says standing up, unbothered.

“... Thank you.” You admit.

“You are welcome.” He puts his pack on his back and resumes the walk without another word.

“No really!” you hold him back, “You could have just walked away, but… You stayed.”

He looks at you up and down, gauging you.

“I told you : It is okay. Let's continue.” He closes the matter.

You follow silently, head full.

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“You have an escape plan, genius?” You ask, worried.

“You could take the three on the right and I will take the three on the left.” Thrawn placidly proposes.

You don’t like his humor.

You’re both hand raised above your head, encircled by a group of local aliens that don’t appear happy to see you. They threaten you with spears and vastly outnumber you two. 

You gulp. You don’t see their face, carefully hidden behind wooden masks with large feathers.

They come closer, threatening to impale you, screaming at you with their weird language.

“You understand something?” you inquire with a low voice.

“Not a single word. But their intentions are clear.”

You can hardly do clearer than that!

One comes close enough to rob you of your dagger.

“Hey!” you protest.

They look at it intently before raising it above their head for all to see and shout something incomprehensible. The group raise their hands in the hair with some sort of shout in their incomprehensible language.

They look very excited now.

“What's going on?” You whisper to Thrawn.

“It appears that killing that panther was the right call.”

The groups lower their spears and you think they start laughing? It’s quite hard to identify that clinking sound. You observe them passing the dagger to each other when two hands seize your hips and lift you in the air. You scream, ready to throw hands when you're seated on large shoulders. One of the aliens took you in their arms and is carrying you like you weigh nothing.

You turn to Thrawn, apprehensive, and see him getting pat on the back and what’s must be congratulations from the indigenous. They start walking, taking you both with you with what you assume to be the direction of their village.

“Huh, what do we do? Do we follow them?” You ask Thrawn while being carried.

“They seem to have friendlier intentions now.” He observes each of them, “Maybe a good night sleep under a roof is welcomed.”

You gulp a bit, but he’s right. It’s been several months now that you’re in this damn forest with no signs of advanced civilisation, your clothes are torn apart, your hair grew a lot, your last shower dates back from the last river you came by and your meals are not as filling as you would have hope, maybe accepting the hospitality of some aliens is the good call.

But you’re still apprehensive.

You are brought to a rather big community, with houses of straws tied together in an quite ingenious way. The village is so big it seems to have small districts, with the livable one, the shopping street and the center place with a well. Children come running all over you, they do not wear masks but paint. They scream and laugh, pulling on your pants to grab your attention. Thrawn is swarmed by a legion of children, looking at him in awe or literally trying to climb his tall stature.

You’re brought in front of a large open tent with an alien with the largest, most decorated mask of all seating in the middle. The leader of the hunter starts speaking to them, gesturing to you and Thrawn occasionally and presents them the dagger. The one you assume to be the chief of the village observes the dagger very intently before exploding laughing. They rise to proclaim something to the crowd of villagers that stand behind you now and they start applauding, laughing and shouting hurrays! 

“Are we getting adopted?” you slide to Thrawn's ear under the ambient brouhaha.

“It looks like they are welcoming us.” He responds with a raised eyebrow.

You want to reply something but you are suddenly grabbed by the arm by some women and dragged away, you’re about to seize Thrawn’s arm to not get carried away when you see men taking him somewhere else on the other side of the village. It looks like he tried to grab your hand but he follows them willingly, his hand coming back to his side.

So now you’re separated by aliens you can’t communicate with, on a wild unknown planet.

Great.

Perfect.

“Where are we going?” You ask, knowing fully they don’t understand your language.

But they laugh and look at you smiling, little girls follow you giggling and chanting, all the women of the village take fabrics and bowls containing a rosy kind of paste.

You reach a river and they all start to undress with two of them starting undressing you.

“Okay, okay! I can do it myself” You stop them.

They invite you to enter the water and bathe. You realize the rosy paste is some kind of greasy soap everyone is scrubbing their bodies in the freshwater. 

You usually prefer to bathe alone, but upsetting your host might not be the right call. So you take a bit of the paste and apply it on your skin. It smells marvelous, like a field of flowers! You feel a pair of hands scrubbing your back and another one scrubbing your hair and scalp. They seem determined to wash you themself, maybe it is some kind of a welcoming ritual? You start to relax a bit, after so long just being two in the jungle hearing laughter and shouts of children is really comforting.

You still try to gather infos.

“Where can we call someone? Calling? A triad?” They just look at you smiling, giggling at your silly language and resume washing you. 

You try every language you know but no one sparks a reaction. You finally exit the waters, wrapping into the fabrics they brought and they guide you to a house where they apply paint on your face and body, cut your nails and hair super short and give you new clothes made of leaves and the weird fabrics they have. You tried to stop them when you saw the first strand of hair falling on the ground but you remember the knots you felt for months getting tighter and tighter and you, begrudgingly, accept the situation for the best.

Goodbye hair, you’ll be missed.

A little girl comes with a crown of plant and antler, you lower your head and they put the headdress on your head. They hand you a bowl of water for you to observe yourself, and wow. 

What a transformation.

It’s the first time you feel properly clean in months, your scalp is relieved and the paint compliments your skin color and features. You’re in awe.

The night is settled by now and they take your hand to guide you to the largest house, a sort of communal hut where a huge feast is served. They sit you down at the end of the low table, overseeing the long lines of guests gathered.

But where is Thrawn? Is he okay?

“Fascinating tapestries.”

You jump out of your skin. Thrawn is sitting right next to you when there was no one a second before.

“Maker! Thrawn!”

“Yes?”

“Never do that again!” you press your hand on your heart.

“I am sorry.”

He’s here, what a relief. He seems to have been through the same treatment as you and wears similar clothes and a crown, lines of paint adorning his face.

“They cut your hair too?” You realize, disappointed.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“No. I just thought you wore long hair well.” you pout.

He looks at you intently like he was processing what you’re saying to him.

“What?” you ask.

“I never knew you took interest in how I fashioned my hair.”

“I…” You start realizing suddenly that this is the first compliment you ever said to him in the months you’ve been traveling together. Your eyes open round and you bite your lips. Was it impolite? Were you close enough to say that sort of thing? Were you even close in any sort of the way? Being forced to endure his presence for months you started to relax around him and get kinda casual? You’re sure your Rebels comrades would tear their eyeballs out seeing you teaming up with Thrawn the Grand Admiral of the Empire, but… You started to trust him despite your best effort and conscience? But maybe it is a one way street and he doesn’t see things that way? 

“...I am Sorry.” you lower your eyes.

You turn your head away, confused by his penetrating gaze.

“All is well.” he simply responds.

But that is a good question : when did you take interest in how he fashioned his hair? Why do you even care in the first place? He’s a filthy imperial, it shouldn’t bother you!

But still…

What a waste…

You are offered a large cut of roasted, juicy meat with vegetables and a touch of spices. It’s delicious. Thrawn eats silently, eyes focused on the tapestries hanging on the wall of the communal house, you take a look at them too. They seem to represent everyday life in the village, with hunting sessions, laundry day and tailoring, gathering, dancing… Depicting a very lively village. Everyone around you eat while laughing, chatting in their language, it’s really animated and… joyful.

“Why are you crying?” Thrawn asks suddenly.

You touch your cheek to realize silent tears were rolling down your skin. You wipe them out immediately.

“Nothing. It’s just…” You refrain a sob, “After being alone in that jungle for so long, a lively community just feels good.”

“I see.” He simply responds like he was not really interested.

But you came to know him a bit. It’s actually a tone he uses when he doesn’t want to speak for himself and hide. You finish wiping your tears with a cloth when a little girl take your arm in her little hand very gently, looking in your eyes. She looks assured and resolute, you guess it’s her way to console you and you smile at her, caressing her head and she giggles in response.

Music starts to play, melodious and rhythmic, people stand up to start dancing and you clap your hands with the beat, looking at this simple yet marvelous sight of life. 

A young, handsome man comes to you and extends his hand, inviting you to dance. You take it with a smile to not offend your host and you start dancing in his arms the best you could. He is a really good dancer and he invites you in a passionate tango, holding you close against his warm skin. 

You let yourself seduce and chuckle with him, maybe you will not be alone for the night…

As he makes you spin with practiced ease you feel something burning on your skin, like someone is watching you closely. You realize Thrawn as his eyes fixed on you as you dance your worries away.

He doesn’t look pleased.

What’s his problem?

He refuses the invitation to dance from a woman, keeping his eyes on you through the burning open fire in the middle of the place. When you cross your eyes you stick your tongue to him and focus on your handsome partner, trying to keep up with his steps. 

You feel a hand on your shoulder at the end of the melody, you turn to Thrawn in surprise.

“We usually switch up partners at the end of a song.” And without leaving you time to respond, slides his hand in your lower back and squeeze you close against him, stealing you away.

You turn around the fire, in his embrace. It’s the first time you are this close to Thrawn. It feels weird but it’s also not displeasing? 

“What’s with you so suddenly?” you ask, a bit bummed to be separated with the young man.

“Do I not have the right to share a dance with you?” He bites back.

“A rebel and a Grand Admiral dancing together?” You highlight the irony.

“Maybe we can not be a rebel and a Grand Admiral for tonight. Maybe we can be just two individuals sharing a dance.” He argues.

“Hum…” You’re not convinced, “You never do things without an ulterior motive or a goal, what is it this time.” 

“I simply wanted to share a dance with you. Nothing more.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“The mighty Grand Admiral Thrawn would lower himself to a dance with a filthy peasant? Incredible!”

He looks into your eyes with his burning rubies, remaining silent for a moment, gauging you.

“You have such bias against me. I am just a man, as lost as you are on this planet.”

“Poor you.”

He squeezes your hand in his and assures his grip on your lower back.

“It is well, you do not have to believe me.”

He suddenly makes you twirl and lift you in the air before receptioning you with the beats of the music. You yelp in surprise as his strong arms prevent you from falling.

“You just have to follow my lead.”

And he throws you away, only holding you with one hand and making you spin back to end up in his embrace again as the music picks up.

“Pick up the pace, Rebel.” He bites.

You purse your lips. You’ll show him!You accelerate your steps, forcing him to adapt to you, spinning on your own accord, with long strides making him walk back. He seizes you back to lift you again, regaining the control of the dance.

“My, my, Grand Admiral! Are you hooking up with the Rebellion?” You ask, pressed against his broad chest.

“If I must to survive. I am ready to take drastic measures.”

You twirl away and try to make him trip up to laugh, but he elegantly evades and takes back the upper hand, tilting you backward and raising you back up.

“How far are you willing to go?” You tease, getting carried away by the dance and music.

You never noticed before but Thrawn is quite handsome. His haughty features drawn by the light of the fire, his large chest naked with lines of paint highlighting his pecs and abs, his well defined musculature rolling under his deep blue skin. You take support on his large shoulders and he grabs your hips to make you spin around him.

He is… really well made…

He presses you back against him again, letting you appreciate the warmth of his large, tall body against your exposed skin.

If you’re not careful he will make your head spin. In more than one way!

You look into each other's eyes, forehead against forehead, entranced. You unconsciously bite your lips, lost in the sea of shining red, his gaze lowers down to your lips and he leans on slowly.

You gasp, surprised and unprepared…

But he slides his head next to you to murmur in your ear.

“Do not drink what they give, I will come join you at your place later in the night.”

And likes that he releases you and walks away. You stand in the middle of the dancing crowd too stunned to speak, looking at him disappearing into the night. 

What was that?

You feel your heart beating at 100 miles per hour, threatening to burst out of your ribcage. You walk away with trembling legs and a woman escorts you to an empty hut with a hand on your back, reassuring.

“Thank you.” You mutter.

She hands you a bowl with a liquid with a large, sympathetic smile. You refuse politely, not thirsty but she pushes it in your face, her smile growing larger. The warning of Thrawn comes back in your head and you hesitantly takes the bowl. You try to smile to feign gratefulness but she stays in front of you, fixing you with her smile that‘s getting upsetting. You gulp fixing the drink and she mimics the action of drinking.

“Do not drink what they give you.” The warning resonate.

You hesitantly take a gulp in front of her, but she doesn’t budge. You’re fully creeped out now. You drink it entirely in front of her, even pretending to be satisfied by the savor as you take the bowl away from your lips. She claps, satisfied and takes back the bowl. She pushes you inside the hud and leave.

You look out to see if someone is watching you and leave to make yourself throw up behind the hut.

You sit on the mattress of hay inside the hut, awaiting for Thrawn with a beating heart. You lay down and pretend to sleep when you hear footsteps coming near you. They go away and you repeat it several times.

Finally the music stops and the light of the fire disappears. Silence takes place, and you hear your heart in your skull.

Something’s not right here.

Someone enters your hut and grabs you shoulder’s gently.

It’s Thrawn, with both of your backpack.

“We need to leave.” He simply whispers.

You nod and follow him in the night. You pass by the guards and scurry away in the vegetation.

“What did you see in those tapestries?” You ask lowly.

“You will see soon enough, it is on your trail.”

As you’re climbing a hill you see a crowd gathering with torches around the hut they gave you far away. Then you hear a displeased clamor.

“They realized we disappeared. Hurry.” Thrawn proclaim.

And he takes your hand to gather speed.

His hand is large and warm.

You remember his skin under your palms two hours ago…

You shake your head. Now is not the time.

“Here.” Thrawn designate.

It’s a trench dug in the dirt, you approach the edge to discover a pile of bones.

Those are not animal bones.

Cannibals.

You hear their furious scream resonate in the night.

“Let’s keep going.” You say coming back to Thrawn’s side.

He takes back your hand and you disappear in the night.

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“It is so hot!” You complain.

“I hear a stream.” Thrawn indicates without releasing your hand.

The clothes you received from the village are way more adapted to the local climate than your precedent combination but today is particularly warm. But it's been five weeks since you departed from that place and now they need a good wash.

Like you.

But things evolved since then, you walk hand in hand with Thrawn each day and sleep close to one another when you refused to approach him at the beginning. You even woke up in his arms this morning, his massive size shielding you from any potential danger. 

It makes your heart flutter just thinking about it.

You can hear the sound of water flowing freely close to you and you drool thinking about swimming in a fresh stream. You walk deeper in the forest and reach the river.

You let your backpack down with a moan of relief.

Finally!

Fresh water!

“I will gather some wood for the fire.” Thrawn says, eyes fixed on the declining sun.

As he walks away you undress yourself, getting rid of those now filthy clothes and enter the stream.

It’s cold just as you hoped. You dive into it with a chuckle, what a relief! You swim and relax, scrubbing your skin and scalp. You look around you, Thrawn didn’t come back yet. You take off your undergarments and throw them on the bank.

You swim, dive, let yourself float, appreciate the freshness against your skin. You suddenly feel two warm hand circling your hips and tummy.

You gasp in surprise and take a step back to feel yourself pressed against a wall of muscles. 

“It is just me.” Thrawn says in your ear.

“I know it’s you.” You gasp, trying to control your voice “I was surprised.”

“I am sorry, I did not want to startle you.” He chuckles.

That sound strikes you down your core immediately.

It is the first time you hear his laugh.

His hands slowly rise in the direction of your breast, caressing your skin, leaving you time to stop him. Air gets stuck in your throat.

“Did I tell you short hair suits you perfectly?” He whispers, licking the outer shell of your ear.

“No…”

You feel something growing against your lower back, something getting harder by the second. He’s naked too?!

His hands reach your breast and he starts kneading them gently, pinching your nipples as he starts nibbling your neck. You moan under his touch.

You feel his cock twitching against your back at your sounds. He takes a big lick of your neck with the flat of his tongue, rolling your nipples in his fingers. By reflex you roll your ass against his groin and hear him growls in response.

“Do you want this?” He asks in a dark tone.

Do you?

He’s an imperial and you a rebel, even more : he is a Grand Admiral! Is it a good idea? Is it reasonable?

You never imagined him having desire, that’s a thought that never crossed your mind, he always seemed so cool and collected, never moved by anything happening around him. Aloof and cold.

But his hands are so incredibly warm and soft, you have pain imagining them belonging to a mass murderer.

“Do you?” He asks again.

“I…” You feel one hand snaking its way below, towards your exposed sex. But it stops on your venus mound, gently drawing circles with the tip of his fingers.

“I want you.” He growls, biting your ear, “Do you want me?”

Your conscience says no, your body screams yes!

You feel a tingle of excitement spreading in your pussy, making you wet, while your reason tells you he’s the enemy.

You spin in his arms and put your hand on his pecs, feeling his heart beating through your palm. You also feel his erection getting pressed against your stomach.

“And what’s next?” You ask, “I follow you in the imperial ranks? You defect to the rebellion? Or we remain strangers and go back to killing each other?”

“We could meet. At a hotel, secretly.” He proposes in a low tone.

“That would be scandalous.”

“I am used to scandals. I can deal with it.”

You remember all the politics hiccups of Thrawn during his career. It’s true he’s familiar with scandals. 

“Come with me.” You propose to him, looking in his deep red eyes, “Flee the Empire with me. Put your genius to the greater good, you could help so many people if you fled with me.”

“I cannot.” He simply responds.

“Why? What ties you to the Empire? They hate you and throw wrenches in your gears constantly. You would be accepted in the rebellion, you would be welcomed!”

“It is simply impossible. My goal requires the Empire.”

“What is your goal?”

You both whisper like someone could eavesdrop you. You slide your hand at the back of his head and he takes your other hand to kiss your knuckles tenderly.

“To protect my homeworlds I need strong forces. The rebellion could never provide them.”

“You would be surprised.” You argue.

He shakes his head.

“No, it is impossible.”

“Then we will remain enemies.”

“So be it. If I must die by your hand I will take it as a satisfying death.” He kisses your knuckles again, “But tonight I do not want us to be enemies.”

You press your forehead against his, silent.

“I do not want to renounce you.” He confesses so low you barely hear him, “But I cannot impose you anything. For only tonight can we not just be lovers as everyone else?”

He seizes your hips to press you closer, compressing his hard shaft between your two hot bodies.

“Only tonight. Then I will leave you in peace. But I want to know what I will have to leave behind, know peace and happiness for at least one night.”

Your heart is pressed tight, painfully clenched, feeling guilty. Your hand comes caressing his lips tenderly and he opens it to lick your fingers, taking them in his warm wet mouth. He moans licking two fingers and you gulp.

“Can I hold you close tonight?” He asks, almost begging, you hear a lingering pain deeply hidden in the tone.

You gulp again.

This is so unreasonable, you are mortal enemies. Being with him is betraying everything you believe in.

But…

“Yes.” you accept in a gasped breath.

He looks deep into your eyes like he’s looking through your naked soul before leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. You moan and respond, hesitantly at first, getting more and more bold until you are ravaging each other’s mouth, your tongues hugging and dancing.

He holds the back of your head, deepening the kiss and your hand grabs his erection, still hard despite the time passed and pumps him up and down. He is large and long, warm and heavy in your hand and he groans in response.

He lifts you up and carries you back to the bank, laying you against the grass and towering over you, his eyes shining more and more as the night slowly takes place.

“Let me love you all night long.” He whispers, laying down to kiss you again.

He is quite heavy and shields you from anything with his stature and you realize you don’t want to be anywhere else but crushed under his weight.  You circle his shoulders as you kiss him back and wave your body under his. He kisses you cheeks and jaw, getting lower, peppering kisses on your neck and clavicles before reaching your breast. He takes one in his mouth and sucks your nipple, gliding across it with the tip of his tongue, titillating your bundle of nerves. He kneads and presses the other in his large hand like he would a soft dough before exchanging the roles. You squirm and moan, praying for him to continue to do lower.

You don’t even have to ask him, he reverently kisses both of your boobs and continue his exploration south, trailing his tongue from your ribcage to your navel to your venus mound. He kisses it like he is worshiping a deity, holding your hips in both of his hands and ends up between your legs. You feel yourself shaking in fear and anticipation, his shining eyes really makes you feel like a prey being observed by a predator.

“Relax.” He blows on your exposed pussy, holding your thighs wide apart, “I will take great care of you.” 

He leans forward and kisses you clit with his eyes closed. You yelp at the sensation, a jolt coursing through your body. He darts his tongue and starts titillating your clit with the tip, spreading your pussylips with two long fingers. He takes your clit in his mouth and laps it with the flat of his tongue and licks and sucks it like a lollipop, savoring your taste with his eyes closed.

You throw your head back at the pleasure and mewls for his ears, letting him know he’s doing a good job. He is terribly good at it, and you feel the heat pool in your pussy ready to spill all over his face at any moment. Your trembling legs try to close themself, caging his head in place but he holds them firmly apart with his large, warm hands. He makes it roll between his lips and kisses it again before trailing your slit with his wet tongue.

“You are already so wet.” He notes satisfied. “Good girl.”

You feel your pussy clench at the pet name and his ministrations. He spreads your pussylips again and lave at your hidden flesh, you feel your inner walls and lips puffing up with blood as he laps your essence at the source. You hear a faint sound that grows louder.

Is he…?

“Are you purring?” You ask dumbfounded.

He raises his gaze to meet yours unashamedly and as to answer you the purring gets louder and deeper, spreading vibrations through his tongue to your sensitive flesh. Your pussy clenches violently at that added touch. He probs your entrance with his tips and enter you, tonguefucking you thoroughly like you were his last meal ever. You tremble terribly and whine at how well he’s eating you out, caressing and grazing your g spot with his tongue. You feel yourself dripping against his mouth and you hear him drink voraciously, eyes fixed on yours.

You can’t detach your gaze from his. You are hypnotized, completely entranced by him.

And suddenly.

You come hard in his mouth with a whin, your pussy clenching hard around his wet limb, trying to retain him inside. You hear a satisfied inflection in the purr as he licks you clean.

“Thank you for the drink.” He has the absolute nerve to say, licking his mouth of your essence, his chin beading with your release. “You taste absolutely lovely.”

You try to frown at him but you’re too shaken by your orgasm to do anything, your legs still shaky and trembling. 

Why is he so good at this?! 

Why him among all the other men?!

He places himself between your legs, fisting his hard cock. You lower your gaze to it and gulp, both apprehensive and impatient.

He is quite large.

“Are you sure it will fit?” You wonder.

“I prepared you well. There will be no problem.” He reassures you.

He coats his length with your release, pushing it between your folds, grazing your puffed up clit. He aligns himself with your entrance and pushes it inside gently. Your mouth opens in a perfect O as he slowly invades your most private place, stuffing you full.

“Relax, you can take it all.” He talks you through it.

But you’re not as sure as him. You’re already quite full but you feel him getting deeper still. He seemed long to you but not that long?

“Breath, cha’cah, we are almost there.” He coos in your ear, kissing the corners of your mouth.

You feel his tip brushing your cervix. How? You breathe deep though your nose, filled to the brim.

“There, I knew you could take me whole, Cha’cah.” He praises you, peppering kisses all over your face, “Tell me when I can move.”

You gulp, your inner walls slowly, oh so slowly start to relax around him, accommodating his massive cock. But you’re stretched to the max, how are you supposed to take him moving?

He sneaks a hand between your two bodies and massages your clit tenderly, relieving a bit of the tension. You breath deep, holding him close against you, whining at his side.

You poor little pussy…

He’s going to ravage you.

“It feels so good being inside you Cha’cah. It is better than great.” He whispers, embracing your body.

“What does that mean?” You ask between two gasps.

“It means “beloved”.” He brushes your noses together.

You bury your head in the crook if his neck, whimpering.

He has no right to tell you things like that!

How dare he?

“Can I move, Ch'acah? I am on the verge of implosion.” He lets out in a shaky breath. 

You nod silently, bracing yourself. He starts with shallow thrusts, moving back and forth, brushing your cervix with his tip each time. You moan, circling your legs around his hips to keep him in place. He bites and nibbles your ear, growling and purring in unison with you.

“Ah ! Thrawn… “ You gasp. 

“Yes, Cha’cah ?”

“Keep going, don't stop.”

“Of course, Cha’cah. Anything for you.”

He kisses your eyelids deepening his thrusts. The rhythm is slow and languid, he gives you so much love with each hips motion it makes you want to cry. Your poor pussy is so stretched and works its best to accommodate his size at each undulation. He waves his whole body against yours, moaning so deliciously in your ears, you feel yourself creaming all around his shaft. He keeps playing with your clit, easing himself in and out of you as you whine uncontrollably. 

“You strangle my cock so well. You were made for me.” he lets you know. 

“Do y-ah ! Do you like it ?” You manage to ask between two whines

“Your little pussy? I cannot get enough of it.” He growls darkly, burning red eyes fixed on you. 

You can't bear his inquisitive gaze, you close your eyes. 

“Look at me.” He orders. 

You shake your head, eyes closed shut. 

“Look at me, my love.” He licks your cheek to your temple “Let me admire you.”

He increases his relaxed pace to a frantic one, drawing whimpers out of you. He rolls your clit between his fingers, torturing you in the most delicious manner. You open your mouth to gasp and he takes the opportunity to kiss you languorously, brushing his tongue against yours, muffling your cries. 

All your blood is flowing down your leaking sex, puffing up your clit, pussy lips and inner walls. You feel your pussy tensing up and convulsing around his large cock, trying to retain him inside. He brushes your cheek with his thumbs, skimming your little clit with an expert hand.

A shudder shakes you violently, you’re so close.

“Open your eyes, Cha’cah.” He calls for you again, “I want you to look into your eyes as you come.” He purrs.

You wince, opening your eyelids an inch, but not daring to meet his eyes. Instead you have a full view of his cock disappearing inside your eager body, a creamy O at the base. He licks your jaw while his chest vibrates with his purr, it feels like being in the presence of an actual tiger. His entire body seems to vibrate in pleasure. He buries himself to the hilt repeatedly, abusing your poor pussy relentlessly while his lips travel to your neck to lick and nibble it, leaving lovemarks all along your sensitive flesh.

“Ah! Thrawn! I’m so close!” You mewl, trying to keep a steady breath, but each of his plunges chase the air out of your lungs, leaving you pantless.

“Good. Do not hold back, let me hear you sing.” He looms over you, the only thing you can see is his eyes now that the night settled in.

He accelerates his ministrations on your clit and your waves of pleasure grow more and more furious like a million horses galloping. You brace yourself for the inevitable impact that will make you see stars.

“Look at me.” He orders again, the tone not inviting any disobedience.

You gulp and raise your gaze to meet his shiny rubies and you come hard as you cross eyes.

Your pussy convulse violently and clench hard around his cock to keep him deep buried inside of you. You’re blinded by a white light and your toes curl, in your shock you squeeze your legs harder around his hips, keeping him in place.

He doesn’t mind. He chases his release with powerful thrusts and comes inside you, burying himself deep and painting you in white. He lets out one long satisfied moan that ends up in a deep sigh, hugging you close in his arms.

It drives you absolutely crazy!

As your pussy finishes to milk him for all his worth he peppers kisses all over your face while you try to get back your breath.

“Thank you, Cha’cah.” He purrs, “It was grandiose.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth before capturing your lips for a gentle languorous kiss. He moans his pleasure without any shame, sounding like sweet music in your ears. He places his forehead against yours, getting his breath back too.

“I never knew you could get tired.” You jokingly breathe.

“I prefer to give my all for those occasions.” he responds in the same tone, “I like leaving my partners satisfied.”

Your heart clench at the word “leaving”.

Is it your fate? To remain away from each other, to plan the demise of the other.

You circle your arms around his neck, squeezing him tight.

“Can I slip out?” he finally asks, still prisoner of your legs.

“No.” You decide, “Stay a little longer.” 

“Alright.” He kisses your temple with love. “Thank you for letting me taste your pleasures at least once.” He says suddenly ceremoniously.

He cradles you tenderly. But you feel in his tone he’s already getting distant again, can’t you keep him close a little longer?

“Maybe… We could do it again.” You let out, “Until we reach civilisations we are nothing more than two survivors.” 

He looks at you intently with an indecipherable gaze, and for a moment you think you said something bad. But he relaxes, brushing your noses.

“And after? Once we get rescued?”

“What do you want to do?” You ask.

“The choice is yours.” He says solemnly, “I will let you decide how this relationship goes.” 

You bite your lips.

Can you say goodbye to him to never see him again but on the battlefield? To only meet one last time to finish up one of your lives?

Your reason tells you to leave him behind, but your heart cries at that thought.

“I…”

You weigh the pros and cons. How would your comrades react if you ever get caught? Can you really give a single relationship the same weight as all your ideals? Is he worth betraying all you ever believed in?

“... I want to see you again.”

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Im not understanding the nonsense surrounding Yord and i actually went out of my way to not look at anything related to Acolyte until it came out.

SPOILERS under the cut

i’m

“ Im distrustful of the dude that flagarantly uses the Force to get their way.”

First off, he probably did that to scare them without any real intent. He follow protocol & is an over-achiever. And second, people love jumping on black characters for supposedly flagrantly using powers.

But stay dead silent when Qui-Gon was quick to use the same ability casually to get his way & laud him as THE Jedi™️. I don’t hear people bad mouthing Cal Kestis’s casual usage of mind trick towards both animals & others to the point even he lampshades Cere may not particularly like how he uses it. Gameplay implies he can even kill people with the mind trick if tapped into the dark side.

Hell, Sol flagarantly used the same power for a similar purpose of getting through bullshit when the violent prisoners made up some shit about Oshra & he’s being hailed as “the Qui-Gon” of the show.

“He’s quick to use his lightsaber”

Dude uses his lightsaber as a flashlight just like Cal Kestis or he fears a purported Jedi Killer enough to be quick to use his lightsaber or is not above using it against a potential jedi killer & suddenly it’s bad because “hIgH rEpUbLiC jEdI uSe iT aS a lAsT rEsOrT”

This is not Avatar & the Jedi Order is not the Air Nation. They’re not pacifist and Mae, a ASSASSIN, killed a JEDI MASTER known for her abilities in combat. God forbid in a fictional setting, black characters defending themselves is bad.

Honestly, this is a non-point especially when this same franchise & fandom gives lot of focus & credit to characters who are quick to use their lightsabers (Anakin, CW!Ahsoka, Survivor!Cal, Rebels!Ezra) to the point mentor characters remind them how to solve problems without one (Cere, Kanan, Tera Sinube) but they’re the “RIGHT Jedi”.

“Something something ACAB Jedi”

Against, pitting this idea primarily with the actions of a BLACK CHARACTER in TWO episodes who is helping solving a JEDI KILLER related case sounds both tone deaf & nonsensical.

“Something something flaws Jedi prequels parallel”

This is the last point because it’ll sum up the intent of the post: let characters be CHARACTERS for goodness sake.

Star Wars fandom is so used to unconventional Jedi being protagonists & being in the “morally correct” (even when they’re tweaking & capping) that people who follow basic rules are bad even though they don’t actually do anything significant to warrant bad faith.

Not to mention Yord is a 2 year old knight. How the fuck can he represent the prequel Jedi when he’s not even in a position of leadership to spearhead whatever flawed mindset you think the Prequel Jedi had?

Final thoughts

Me personally, Star Wars fandom is capping again with some of these characters & it shows. And it needs to be said & pointed out every time. These characterization & ideas get to the point people behind the scenes feed into this but don’t even consider the implications of it. It’s not riveting storytelling of “George Lucas’s true intentions”.

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Guide to Parenting - fnaf fic

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50957647

something i wrote to pass the time! - enjoy!!

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Roxy leaned in closer to the book, attempting to read the words lining the page. “Wait.. say it one more time?” She turned to Freddy, extremely confused. “I'll reread it again. Ehem…” Freddy cleared his throat and scanned the book pages. “To be a good parent, you must always be monitoring your children. If they seem suspicious, then that means they are doing something inherently wrong, and 110% dangerous. If they keep secrets, or hide things from you, they are going to rebel sooner or later. We don’t want that, do we?” Freddy paused and waited for Roxy’s response. “We…don’t?” Freddy gave her an encouraging look, and continued reading, “All you have to do is remember this simple acronym. A.P.P.L.E. Assess, Prod, Punish, Last chance, and… Execute?” Roxy’s confused expression did not falter, even after a second read.

“Execute? Like kill them?” Her voice started to rise. “Are you saying we have to kill the kids?” Roxy became flustered and angry, attacking Gregory was one thing, a thing he completely deserved, but why would she ever harm Cassie?

“No…” Freddy replied quickly, sensing Roxy’s worriedness. “Perhaps it means to execute the previously stated retribution. Such as, following through with the punishment. Still.. what a strange way to put it.” He trailed off, deep in his own thoughts.

“So.. we have to always watch them, and stop them if they act suspicious in any sort of way? There’s not even any danger at the apartment, aside from that security guard.” She smiled to herself, and Freddy sighed, slightly amused.

“Officer Van-…” he paused. “I mean, Vanessa would never hurt the kids, you know that Roxane.” She scoffed.

“Whatever, just keep reading.” She said irritably and waited for Freddy to continue.

After reading for 20 or so minutes more, they closed the book and tried to figure out what to do next. “Perhaps,” Freddy began, “we should go use our knowledge and test ourselves on what we’ve learned!”

“Alright!” Roxy exclaimed. “Ill deal with Cassie obviously, and you’ll take care of..” she paused and let out a mocking sigh. “Gregory.” Freddy smiled and they went to each of the kids' respective areas in the apartment.

The apartment had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a joint kitchen / living room area. Vanessa’s room was completely off limits, it was where she monitored M.X.E.S and kept an eye on all things that happened at the Pizzaplex. Her walls were a dark grey. The kids bedroom was painted blue, since before Cassie arrived, Gregory had the room all to himself. The room was covered in Gregory’s drawings, mostly of strange and twisted events occurring to Vanny and Freddy respectively. One even depicted a strange rotting corpse in a bunny suit and a huge amalgamation of wires with loose animatronic heads. On Cassie's side of the room was a huge poster of a cartoon she liked and a few Roxane drawings that Gregory had drawn for her. On each of the kids bed’s were a wide array of stuffed animals. Gregory had a Freddy and Sundrop set, while Cassie had a Roxane and Chica pair. A Monty plush sat on the single desk placed in front of Cassie's bed.

Usually, the animatronics would recharge in the living room or rest in the car, which was where they got their main energy supply. Vanessa would go out every week to get a full tank of gas so that the car had enough energy to recharge Freddy and help with some of Roxy’s repairs. Right now she was out of the house, going to pick up groceries. Freddy was in charge while she was gone, and Roxy served as his only way to get anything done, due to the fact he was only a head.

Roxy picked up Freddy and brought him to Gregory, who was typing on his computer in the bedroom. Gregory looked up from his work, somewhat startled by the sudden presence of two robots. He saw Freddy and relaxed his shoulders. He looked up further to Roxy, who growled at him before storming off. He giggled and then returned his attention to Freddy.

“What’s up, Superstar?” Freddy tried to get a better look at the laptop Gregory was typing on. Gregory tensed up once again and clicked a few times, his hands moving swiftly across his laptop.

“Everything ok, Gregory? Why do you look so nervous?” Gregory tried to keep a smile on his face.

“Nothings wrong! I'm just showing you what I'm working on!” He motioned to the screen. It had a huge line of text covering it, and at the top of the tab the document was called, ‘Practice Code’. Nothing seemed too suspicious. Freddy remembered what he had read, and prepared to dig deeper into what was really going on.

“Is this for the lessons Vanessa has been giving you, Superstar?” Gregory loosened a bit, and then nodded.

“She wants me to help her when she goes to the Plex next, I have to be able to stay in the car while she goes and assess the M.X.E.S. module. It’s a lot to learn, even if I had been really good at coding before she gave me lessons.” Freddy looked over the page again, it was a simple code line that was mainly used for a debug command. Gregory may have only been experienced in coding games and more so hacking, but he was still exceptional at learning new things. “It looks great,Superstar. I'm sure Vanessa will be proud of your work.”

Gregory smiled, tilted his head and turned the laptop back towards him. “Thanks, Freddy.” He quickly tapped a few more times on his mousepad before his face turned stone cold and he began to type. What was he really working on?

__ __ __

Roxy knocked on the bathroom door. “Come in!” said Cassie, who had her hands full of makeup brushes and pallets. “Cassie? What are you doing?” Cassie turned her head away from the door, obviously hiding something. “No! Don’t look!” The bathroom was a disaster. Different colors of eyeshadow were sprawled across the mirror and counter, chunks of lipstick and loose blush were caked in the sink, somewhat clogging the drain.

“Cassie.” Roxy said sternly “I cannot see anyway.” A silence followed.

“Oh. Right.” Cassie said, sheepishly turning around to face her. Roxy felt around the bathroom, trying to find a wall to lean up against. Her hands found a towel, which she placed on the floor for her to sit on, so her rough wires and exterior wouldn’t scratch the tiles or wall.

“What’s wrong? Explain to me what you're even doing, I can only hear so much.” Cassie sighed and sat next to Roxy.

“I was putting makeup on. Again. But…” She was quiet for a second before she, unprompted, started to cry. “It looks nothing like how I wanted.” She sniffed. Roxy, startled, tried to remember the A.P.P.L.E. acronym from earlier. Her heart swelled with confidence, she was going to make everything perfect.

“So uh… to ASSESS the situation better, why don’t you explain exactly what happened.” Wow.. Roxy thought to herself, I really am the best! If she kept up at this pace with this much ease, she wouldn’t even have to get to the end of the acronym.

Cassie wiped her face, her sleeve becoming stained with mascara and eyeshadow. “Okay… it all started when I found a picture of Vanessa in her nightstand drawer.”

__ __ __

Freddy had assessed the situation, but now he had to dig deeper. “Uh.. Gregory..” He started, trying to organize his thoughts. “I think that I should go through your laptop.” Gregory stopped typing, staring blankly into his computer.

“Huh.” Gregory slowly turned his head to meet Freddy, his face completely deadpan. “What do you mean? You just wanna look at the outside?” Sweat beads formed on Gregory’s forehead.

“No, I mean I want to go THROUGH your computer.” Nothing. Gregory did not change his facial formation. “Such as the files and documents. Is that a problem?” Freddy hadn’t seen Gregory so dogdey since he had taken Roxy’s eyes, he must be hiding something for sure.

Freddy opened a hatch under his ear, and a usb drive slowly whirred out. Freddy motioned to the laptop with his eyes, waiting for the computer to be plugged in.

“I…uh… I don’t want to.” Gregory said, voice wavering. “My laptop is for me and me only.” Freddy’s eyes widened. Backlash. Gregory had always been stubborn, but he usually obeyed what Freddy asked of him. He thought back to the next letter from the book. Punish. This was going to be difficult.

“Gregory, I don’t want to force you to do this, but I think its in your best interest if I go through everything on your laptop. It’s for your safety. I don’t want to take your laptop from you, but you can’t just outright say no. I’m in charge, remember?”

Gregory drew his eyebrows together, his stone cold gaze becoming dagger-like. “How are you gonna take it from me?” He said defensively, holding the laptop close to his chest. “You don’t even have arms to grab it with!”

Freddy gasped and let his eyes go wide. “What a rude thing to say! Superstar. This is your LAST CHANCE. Plug the computer in, or I'll call Vanessa and tell her how you’ve been behaving. This is your final warning.”

Gregory’s face dropped a little. He was so looking forward to going to the Plex with Vanessa. He wanted nothing more than to help, to fix all the hurt he caused when he was originally trapped at the mall. Instead of feeling scared or sad though, Gregory got angry.

__ __ __

Roxy couldn’t believe what she just heard. “You went in Vanessa’s room?? Why were you in there?” As much as Roxy disliked her former security guard, she understood wanting to have her own space.

After all, it was in her bedroom that Roxy was able to get all her feelings out, no matter how messy they were.

What else might have Cassie seen in her room? Disturbing files? Secrets? What if Cassie was fascinated with Vanessa now, and she didn’t like Roxy anymore? Roxy immediately spearheaded herself deeper.

“I don’t know… we were talking and she said something about…uhh…” She got a bit nervous about mentioning the Vanni mask, so she quickly found an alternative. “about … makeup! Yeah… makeup.” She managed to catch herself. “So I wanted to see what other makeup stuff I could find in there. But I didn’t find much, just this photo of Ness with a girl. They look around the same age.” She pulled out the photo. “They’re holding hands and leaning next to each other. I really liked the girl’s makeup, so I wanted to surprise Ness with a re-do of it myself. But, I'm not very good, and I made a mess in the bathroom. She’s been working hard at the Plex to make things right, I just wanted to do something nice for her.” She had stopped crying, but looked genuinely sad.

Roxy sat quietly with Cassie for a moment. Her thoughts quickly jumped around. Screw this stupid system. She doesn’t need a strict parent. She needs a good role model. She needs advice. Roxy pulled Cassie's hand away from her face, where she had continued to rub her makeup off.

“Listen Cassie. I understand that you wanted to do something nice for…Vanessa. But you know better than to go snooping around. You might have found something Vanessa didn’t want you to see. Something about her past she would rather keep away. I’m sure she would’ve loved to see your makeup anyway, but how about doing something else nice for her instead?” Cassie looked up at Roxy, with a look of thanks and relief.

“Okay. What could I do for her then? I don’t know what she likes to eat, otherwise we could make her something. Or maybe she would like a drawing!” Roxy looked deep in thought too, but suddenly a loud noise came from the bedroom.

“What was that?” Cassie asked. Roxy peered her head out the door, it seemed to be an argument. She stood up.

“Let’s go see… stay behind me okay?” Cassie nodded and helped Roxy up, pulling her up by her hand.

“Superstar! I warned you! I have to EXECUTE this procedure!” Freddy had extended the usb drive all the way to the computer, clicking it into place and locking it. Gregory tried to pull the USB out, tugging as hard as he could.

“No! You can’t see what’s on here! It’s MY laptop! Let go!!” Roxy burst through the door, slamming it against the wall, startling not only her but everyone else. The sounds of Gregory trying to pull his computer away from Freddy did not waver or stop.

“What is going on here!? You're scaring Cassie!” Cassie snuck around Roxy’s legs, diving between them and bolting into the room. She came between the two and tried to pull Gregory’s hands away from the computer.

“Gregory! What are you doing? Just let go!” She tugged his hands away, and pushed him away from the laptop. He stumbled a bit, running into his bed before tripping and falling back.

“Gregory! Are you okay?” Freddy called out, worried. Cassie placed the computer next to Freddy on the desk, and went to help Gregory.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to push you that far. You just wouldn’t let go!” Gregory shook his head and stood up.

“It’s not your fault Cassie, I got carried away.” He turned to Freddy, who while looking concerned also looked somewhat far away. He was analyzing the files.

“Freddy, its not what it looks like.” He quickly turned to Cassie, bracing for impact. His eyes grew wide and worried, and he mouthed out words to help get his point across. She in turn looked very worried.

“What happened? Someone tell me what’s going on?” Roxy was tapping the doorframe, trying to find a safe space to stand where she wouldn’t knock anything over.

Freddy had finished. He blinked a few times before removing the USB from the laptop, pulling it out with force. “Gregory..” His eyes readjusted into place, pinning his focus on Gregory. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

The laptop screen was covered in blueprints. There were photos of each animatronic, not just Roxy and Freddy, in each corner of the screen. Detailed instructions and directions were typed along the edges.

Cassie pulled Roxy into the room, and then returned to Gregory’s side.

“Sigh.. It was supposed to be a surprise, Freddy.” Cassie said guiltily. “We were working so hard to get it all done for you, before you caught on.” Gregory shuffled beside her.

“I wanted to find some way to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I feel like I always get everyone into trouble, and never get them out. I was trying to figure out a way to save all the other animatronics from the PizzaPlex, so that Ness and I could repair their AI and hardware. So that they could be free from the virus.” He turned to his side.

“Cassie was helping me out, since she only got out of the Plex recently. She said she found someone, another animatronic, in a hidden room. She said she found Bonnie.”

Freddy was in shock. He felt so much relief over what he found, but so much distrust, too. Bonnie? It had been forever since he had heard someone else talk about him. Not even Roxy mentioned him anymore.

“Is this true, Cassie?” Roxy said from behind her. She looked so hopeful.

“Yeah.. we were going to get Chica first, then Sun— I mean… Eclipse, and Monty.”

“That’s why Vanessa has been at the Plex so much recently, she’s been trying to find the Mimic, and keep it away while I go in to lure everyone out. Once everyone was fixed, then Monty could go get Bonnie from behind the bowling alley. We were going to save everyone. And fix them. Fix you and Roxy too.”

“Superstar…this..” Freddy tried to find the words. “Thank you. I’m sorry for trying to invade your personal space. I should have never trusted that book. ” Gregory looked a bit surprised.

“What book?” He said, narrowing his eyebrows.

— — — —

Pulling the book up on her lap, Cassie read the cover. “A Guide to Parenting, by Fazbear Entertainment.” Her nose scrunched. “The Fazbear company wrote this?” She flipped through the pages, landing on the one Roxy and Freddy had been reading.

Gregory leaned in closer, resting his hand on Cassies shoulder. “The A.P.P.L.E. acronym, huh? Yeah, I remember seeing this before.” He flipped ahead a couple of pages, scanning the letters that lined them. “This is what they train all their employees off of, majority of them are parents or take care of kids majority of the day, so they're required to read this book. I always thought the ending of it was weirdly violent?” He leaned in closer, seeming to be looking for something. “Still, standard Fazbear Entertainment behavior.”

After flipping through a few pages more, the group landed on a section with detailed spring lock suit failure instructions, including a drawing that was painted on the pages. It was very gorey, to say the least. “Ohhh kay.” Cassie slammed the book shut, somewhat bewildered. “Enough of that.”

Gregory took the book from her, placing it on the coffee table. “Yeah, I don’t think that is the book that anyone should base their parenting off of.” Gregory said with a smile. His gaze ever so slightly shifted over to Freddy. Cassie slid off of the armchair and brushed off her shorts, turning to face the group.

“I think we should clean up before Ness gets home. There’s nothing better than coming home to a clean house.” She fiddled with the cuff of her shirt, someone complacent. “Plus…I don’t think she’ll like how much of a mess I made in the bathroom.” She giggled.

After cleaning up the bathroom and the rest of the house, Cassie and Gregory were sent to their rooms.

Even though everything had still worked out, they couldn’t get off scot-free. They each broke a rule, and for that they would be grounded for a week.

Their spirits were still high though, and when Ness got home, she went to her room to find a book on her bed. There was a loose paper sticking out, its edges just barely visible. She opened the book to the outstretching paper.

It was a drawing, done by Gregory. It was of Gregory and Cassie, holding a red heart with pink letters inside that said; “Thanks! :)” underneath, text in scratchy black pen wrote, (PS. GET RID OF THIS BOOK! NOT SAFE FOR THE KIDS!) that was obviously from Freddy, written by Roxy judging from the incomprehensible handwriting.

She pulled the drawing out of the book, when another paper fell out from behind it. It was a polaroid. She bent down to pick it up, flipping it over. The photo was of her and Lia. Before Vanny. Her hand glazed over the image, such a distant memory in her mind. She wished so badly to talk to Lia again, but there was no way Lia would want to. Dropping the oddly twisted book in her small mesh garbage can, she smiled to herself, put the drawing and photo on her desk, and went out to make dinner.

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CODYWAN WEEK DAY 1!!

Aha. I just woke up!

@codywanweek

Day 1, writing prompt: Rebel AU/Cody with a lightsaber. It also can be found here on my ao3!

    "Cody!" Obi-Wan calls out as he slips in the fight, hilt flying out of his hand. 

    Cody quickly grabs the saber and activates it, slashing the attacker quickly, then spins around and grabs Obi-Wan by his robes, holding him carefully over the edge. He brings Obi-Wan back up, slowly.

    "You really need to stop dropping this," Cody scolds, clipping the hilt onto his own belt.

    "I'm aware, but, I do need that back-"

    "I'm aware," Cody echoes, teasingly. "You'll get it back when we're done."

    Obi-Wan stifles a laugh, following Cody through the dark canyons. They walk quietly, the dirt and pebbles crunching under their boots.

    It had been 3 years. 3 years since Obi-Wan left the Jedi Order. He hadn't known how persistent Cody would be. It was quite impressive, actually, how well the trooper had hid from Obi-Wan and put up mental barriers. The only reason Obi-Wan found out Cody had followed him was because Cody let his guard down, and the rogue Jedi sensed him. Why did Obi-Wan leave?

    That was indeed a question.

    <em>"Why did you leave?" Cody prompts, voice quiet in the dark cave, lit dimly by their lantern.

    "Why did you follow me?" Obi-Wan retorts back, seeming amused.

    "Obi-Wan.."

    The older sighs and gives in.

    "The order... It wasn't for me. It had just taken too much. My family, so many of my friends, any chance of.. Well, a romantic relationship. And the last straw was..."

    Obi-Wan shudders at the memory. Of Ahsoka, facing charges for something she never would have done.

    Anakin and Obi-Wan both left the order that day. The trio kept contact, but travelled the galaxy separately.

    Obi-Wan was glad he had Cody.</em>

    Obi-Wan takes deep breaths as they walk, calming his body after the sudden attack. The breeze is gentle, a bit chilly, as you would expect in the dead of night. Three moons shine brightly in the sky, passing ships visible where they are. Creatures call out, making a natural melodic sound of the forest. The ground was dirt and pebbles, brown, meanwhile the trees had a dull, dark brown wood and round, glowing cyan spores in place of leaves. It was quite beautiful.

    It would be, if the two weren't constantly being attacked by robbers, rogue pirates and predatory animals out here.

    Obi-Wan caught Cody's blaster and began firing, the forest lighting up at the green blasts, clashing with the blue saber in such a lively way. The sounds of chaos ensued as they ran, Cody hitting anything away from the front while Obi-Wan aims back to shoot there. They were hostile animals of this planet, a 'kill-on-sight' sort of thing. A whole pack of them.

    Cody and Obi-Wan share a glance before going back to back, keeping away the predators with ease now. They moved fluidly and they moved together, fighting the animals off. Obi-Wan turns and shoots one far away that was approaching quickly, while Cody blocks off attacks on Obi-Wan's side. They spin back around and continue.

    "Cody, dear, we may not be able to win this one!" Obi-Wan shouts to his partner, it seemed like the animals didn't stop coming.

    "I gotta agree with you there!" Cody shouts back.

    The two share a nod then begin running, fast through the forest, making sure the other doesn't get left behind. Their weapons now tucked away, they moved easily between the trees and vines, dodging and weaving- The animals don't have that balance and fluidity. They eventually reach a cliff, seeing dirt and a river at the bottom.

    Obi-Wan looks at Cody.

    "Don't hate me," He says.

    "I don't think I'm able to do that."

    Cody smiles.

    Obi-Wan launches Cody up and to the side, dangling over the ravine, before he jumps down and releases the force-hold on Cody.

    They fall and fall, Obi-Wan landing safely thanks to a common force-trick, but as he rolled to land, his hands scratch on the sharp pebbles. He hisses quietly through his teeth, but quickly lifts his hands to begin catching Cody. His speed slowly declines until Obi-Wan places him on the ground. He looks unamused. 

    "I may take back my statement," Cody deadpans, swinging the saber once before deactivating it and clipping it to his belt again.

    "Oh, you would never," Obi-Wan grins.

    "Sure," Is all Cody says.

    They start walking once more, the river flowing fast next to them. Obi-Wan looks at his callused, dusty and scratched hands, then tugs his sleeves up a little. He turns direction, striding to the side of the river now. He lets out a soft exhale as the cold, almost freezing, water washes away the dirt and blood on his hands. He hears Cody's soft footsteps, then his saber igniting. He sees the blue glow and brings his hands out of the water, standing as he shakes them off.

    He turns to see Cody in an opening stance of Ataru. It was a bit sloppy, but good for someone not trained well. He takes in the form before approaching Cody, standing at a close diagonal to him, gently adjusting the form.

    "This is.. Form IV?" Cody questions, turning his head to look at the former Jedi.

    Obi-Wan smiles and nods, hands gentle as he makes minor adjustments, then gently moves Cody's head by his chin to face forward.

    He'd never forget the sight- Cody using his lightsaber, learning everything he could before the sun rose and they could peacefully continue their journey. The way the sun rose, it lit up Cody's body, making his dark skin so vibrant, his eyes sparkle, his mix of old armour and tan robes looking slightly younger than they actually were.

    He just couldn't believe Cody was truly his.

[readsalot1]

I would like there to be a fic where the "three solobrats" and early love interests (YJK, JJK era, so A/T, J/TK, J/Z) end up time-travelling to the prequel era (probably shortly after Geonosis), and the Organa-Solo kids are excited to meet their not-evil-yet granddad.

This goes off the rails when Tahiri freaks out as soon as Anakin 1.0 enters because that is the monster of folklore who slaughtered a whole tribe of Tuskens, down to the youngest baby.

Because you can't convince me that in this AU a) Anakin doesn't go down as some sort of ghost/horror story in Tusken culture, and b) curious baby force-sensitive Tahiri didn't wander off at some point and end up seeing the echo of the slaughter.

The prequel-era council obviously freaks out about 1. the time travel, 2. some of the time travelers are Anakin 1.0's descendants, 3. Anakin 1.0 apparently committed genocide (note: the fandom doesn't view this with the right amount of horror, even in light of his second genocide--the Jedi), and decides to temporarily suspend his duties until they can perform an investigation of sorts into his decision-making capabilities.

Anakin 1.0 is initially thrilled because OMG GRANDKIDS and one of them is named after him (wahoo!!), but quickly becomes pissy because the friend of his mini-me (EW, she was raised by Tusken Raiders [careful Ani1, your racism is showing] even though she's human) gets him in trouble with the council.

Anakin 2.0 now has even more issues/worries about his namesake, and turning out like him [note: this was a big plot point in his early appearances].

Jaina & Jacen are kinda worried about this because now their granddad was bad from an earlier point??? and they don't know what to do with that. (Jacen is jumping from joy because a bunch of animals that went extinct during the Empire's rule are still alive; Jaina finds out there were apparently seven lightsaber forms before Knightfall, and decides to crash all the basic training classes. This is hilarious because she's older than the enrolled students for the more basic forms like Shii-cho.)

Tenel Ka and Zekk are along for the ride:

("Wait, she's the heir to the Hapes Consortium?" "yes" "and they're letting her be a Jedi too?" "yep" "politically is that allowed?!?" "I mean her mom's from Dathomir?" **jedi padawan noises of imploded worldview**)

("so Zekk what about you" "oh, I'm a Coruscanti street rat :)" "ah ok, so the order found you easily!" "I guess your version would, but the Jedi got massacred, so I didn't start training until I was a teenager :)" **choking noises** "oh yeah, Emperor Palpatine was a total hardass, I'm so glad my friend's parents got rid of him, I'd probably be dead or totally evil if he was still in power" --at this point the padawan(s?) they're chatting to [maybe Barriss; she seems politically aware enough to worry about the heir of a major political power also being a Jedi--she's probably also read about Xanatos] decides to bring them to the council)

It goes something like "Didn't they mention, Darth Vader & the clones slaughtered pretty much the entire Order. Some of the younger padawans escaped (their masters died for them (and oh, doesn't that hit hard)) and ran until dark siders who served the Emperor hunted them down (this can be vaguely compliant with some Rebels content; assume the Rebellion-era is more fusion with new canon, except Thrawn doesn't engage as much with the Lothal cell, and thus is around for the Thrawn trilogy on to proceed (thus inquisitors exist and so too do the Hands--maybe Mara is Palpy's spy in the inquisorius's ranks; Starkiller can be Vader's; Death Star plan theft follows TFU more than R1) it hits hard that some of their own (their children, their future) work to destroy the vestiges of what they were).

Then they find out that Darth Vader, the Sith Apprentice--the emperor's attack dog, his right hand--is Anakin (1.0), the boy they took in, the one they protected, the one some viewed as their savior, the boy winning battle after battle, the one shining bright, the Hero With No Fear, the boy whose fear of losing everything, everyone he cares about is slowly tearing him to shreds, the foolish, foolish boy who will doom the galaxy to save one person and fail at that, the buy who burned and burned, scorching those around him until he was alone, and still burning, until he burned himself to save another foolish boy, the younger burning like a candle, steadily, warmly, rather than like the sun, and Anakin (they can't bring themselves to hate him, even knowing what he will do--they see the sweet child who loved his mother, who wanted to free all the slaves in the galaxy), seeing the warm, kind candlelight of the other boy, the brave, foolish child, his child, his son, and knowing he will burn him, sees the vacuum of space (the cold, cold man who made him burn everyone, who made him lose everyone, until only the vacuum was left behind, the only one he could not burn away), sure to take the air around the lone, kind candle, and the sun (Anakin) burns itself (himself) out, becomes a supernova to push the vacuum (empty, cold, always hungry) away from the candle (the son), and saves the brave, foolish boy who came to help him, but he feared burning most of all (the burning sun of Tatooine burns himself out, after burning with hatred for the better part of two decades, for another desert child, one who burns with warmth, like a hearthfire, and asks for the girl who burns (with the passion of justice, with compassion, the girl who is like him but not for instead of burning the world for those she loves, she who would burn herself out, the girl who would burn her enemies (those who seek the harm the world) for any who deserve kindness, who burns internally, but is willing to burn others as well) to forgive him, and she does, eventually, she names her steady hearthfire of a son after him, and hopes against hope that he (her son, one of her three suns) will have a happy ending, that he will not burn himself out like his grandfather, his namesake [Anakin, her son, he burns too: for his siblings (they will burn as well, his brother like his grandfather--maybe he should have been Anakin instead--and his sister, burning, the one to put out her twin's light, twin suns of Tatooine, one snuffed out the other), his friends (they break apart, the group splintering, fragmented after the war is won; even before), his love (she breaks, in a way not even being shaped by the black holes, put under pressure in the hope of her becoming one, can do; for a while she fades away to almost nothing, invisible, until the brother, seeing the broken, invisible girl takes her, and tries to make the broken puppet of a girl dance for him; it works for a time, building more cracks in her skin until she shatters, and the people who loved him, Anakin the second, the bright boy who burned himself away too soon, see the girl again, no longer invisible, and try to help her [pray they are not too late to put her (shattered, porcelain, crushed spirit, a shell of her former bright self) together again]), for the galaxy; but at this part of the story we don't know his fate, to burn and burn until there is nothing left, until the force takes him away, to burn so hot, so bright, so light, that his enemies (true voids in the force--black holes--not like the cold, hungry vacuum that desired, took the sun of his grandfather) burned away as well; he burns away, but as a hero. This does not stop his mother from her agony; it is all his father can do to hold himself together to stop her shattering like the girl everyone forgot, the invisible girl who loved his son, who would (and does) do anything for the memory of a boy who left the galaxy too soon].

This is the story they tell: of the angry sun who burns everyone (especially even those who offer him kindness), the boy-candle, the girl who burns with the heat of a thousand suns but never harms those undeserving of that fury, the scoundrel with the hard exterior who inside is kind, the brave wookie warrior who lives [and dies, though they will not know it for a time] to protect them, the saviors of the galaxy;

and others as well: the girl who was almost snuffed out by the vacuum, who burned as a quiet ember, whose flame was reawakened by the boy-candle; the boy who parallels her, who was trained by the angry sun to burn like him but refused, who burned out over and over again trying to prove himself, and, in the end, burned out to save the galaxy, who sent the message to the rebels that worked to end the war [the message, that, too late for some, still saved billions, perhaps trillions of lives, had it not been sent (how many worlds could have shared Alderaan's fate?)].

[seth-shitposts]

Defectors AU Bits - Alcohol

Morad & Tseebo: *drinking alcohol and laughing and becoming very animated as they talk*

Ezra(11), to Kallus: what are they drinking?

Kallus: Alcohol.

Ezra: what's that?

Kallus: it taste like paint thinner and stops you from thinking clearly. It also affects your sense of stability. *grabs the back of Tseebo's shirt, pulling him toward him instead of letting him slide off the counter* and can very easily make you lose your balance. And if you drink too much, it can make you very sick.

Ezra: then why are they drinking it??? Why are they laughing????

Kallus: *contently giving stability to Tseebo, who is very comfortable where hes at as he continues to joke with Morad* it's like candy for adults. If you mix it with specific drinks, it tastes better. As long as you don't drink more than a few drinks, you'll probably be fine. But not until you're twenty. At least.

Ezra: why? Why can't I drink the candy?

Kallus: because it's not candy. I said it's *like* candy. Only adults can drink it, and even then there are some adults that still shouldn't be allowed to drink it because they can't do so responsibly. And it can damage your development. It's a rule that changes a little bit depending on where in the galaxy you are, and even on some planets it will depend on what area you're in, but the general rule of thumb is you have to be at least 20 or 21 to start drinking. If you start now, it will damage you.

Ezra: will I stay small?????

Kallus: honestly? Maybe. I don't know everything about alcohol so I'm not certain one way or the other on it stunting your growth further, but it's definitely possible.

Ezra: .... you said the rules vary from place to place. What's the rule for lothal?

Kallus: 18.

Ezra: can I start at 18???

Kallus: if you're asking me, my answer is no. But ultimately, that will be up to your parents. They may let you start then.

Ezra: oh... okay.... :(

Kallus: if you're still leaving it up to me, you can try your first drink at 18. You just can't start having it in any amount of frequency until 20.

Ezra: really? :D

Kallus, grinning softly: Yes. But only if you follow the rules of alcohol. It has a lot more rules than candy. I can go over all of them with you so you'll know how to drink safely and responsibly.

Ezra: can you tell them to me now???

Kallus: sure. Never too early to start learning safety.

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Ezra, 16, with the crew as everyone is celebrating a victory: hey Kanan, can you pour me a soda instead?

Kanan, pausing entirely because he though Ezra was surely going to start badgering about alcohol: Yeah...

Kanan, who still can't let it go because that seems very random to him: why?

Ezra: because I want some????

Kanan: yea, yeah, nothing wrong with that either! I'm just... confused. I thought... you know what never-

Ezra: oh! Thats because I had promised someone I, uh, wouldn't. Not until I'm 18...

Kanan, giving Ezra’s shoulder a bump: they sound like a very responsible person and they're right. *is giving Ezra the 'dad: I'm proud of you eyes'*

Ezra, rolling his own but still smiling despite himself: yeah, they are... *happily clinks his cup to Kanan’s glass*

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Ezra, still 17 but when Kallus has joined the rebellion, talking to Rex and Zeb, finding it funny to make them laugh while they're three sheets to the wind, shaking a tube of very small, round chocolates: wanna watxh me take a shot?

Kallus, hearing Ezra from across the room room and his Older Sibling Reflex tripping: Ezra Bridg-

Ezra: *already taking the shot of candy and turning to face Kallus as he does*

Kallus, not knowing whether to laugh or face palm: *flatly* Honestly, what was I expecting?

Ezra, grinning as he pokes at Kallus: what? You thought when I became a rebel that I threw everything you told me out the window and became a miscreant?

Kallus: obviously so. *affectionely* Rebel scum.

Ezra, laughing as he playfully wrestles with Kallus

[kittenwalker]

How about warren from American animals(specifically Evan peters not the real guy!) With a fem reader, driving to like a “make out point” type place where they can see the stars or like city lights. Smth like that also stoned? Also if it’s okay with u how would u feel adding in a bit of knife action? Like with blood and cuts on both of them. Like they’re trying smth new and they like it or maybe like they accidentally do it and it makes them h- imma stop there😛😅

note : ok when i got this i was so excited to write it because it sounded so interesting and out of my comfort zone! I haven’t written or read any knife play before this so I’m sorry if i did it wrong! ( I also changed the driving part hope that’s alright <3 )

WARNINGS : knife play, drugs, smut ( and writing about Evan's charc not the real dude! )

You needed someone adventurous, apathetic to the world, and fun. Warren provided everything you wished for, you met during high school. One of the hardest times in your life due to family issues and exams. But Warren made life seem less trivialised, more relaxed, and like it didn't matter. Warren was like a real-life Xanax, he helped you relieve your stress with thrilling activities. Just like tonight, you got kicked out of your house due to your argument with your father while he was drunk. But thanks to Warren, you completely forgot that even happened.

When you got thrown out of your house with a few bags of clothes, the only place you knew where to go was Warren’s apartment. You knocked on his door, mocking his funny ‘ secret knocking code ‘. He opened his door and it looked like you’d woken him up from his slumber.

“ Y/n what are you doing here? “ he said sleepily, slurring his words

“ Dad kicked me out 'cause he was drunk and I had gotten into an argument with him, so if you don't mind I'm gonna crash here, “ you said shrugging, crashing at his apartment wasn't new.

“ Yea, of course. “ he said, moving aside to let you in.

" Wait, Y/n I have an idea. Put down your bags we're going somewhere. " he excitedly said before wandering away

Warren came back out clothed more appropriately for the weather while holding some beers and a pack of joints. He locked his apartment door before telling you to follow him. You didn’t know where you were going but by the looks of what he was bringing, you were gonna have some fun. You were walking up a flight of stairs, noticing the words ‘ emergency exit ‘ at the door and knowing where you were going.

“ Hey I thought you couldn’t go up to rooftops “ you questioned

“ And you think I follow rules? “ he was right, Warren was a rebel. He did everything but follow the rules.

-

Warren opened the door for you, letting you onto the rooftop first. The chilly weather welcomes you as you entered, making you shiver. You looked around the vacant space, amazed. The stars and city lights shining into your eyes, was a ravishing sight, to say the least. Warren chuckled beside you, looking at your astonished expression.

“ I use to come up here when things got tough “ he confessed

“ Really? “ you never thought of Warren as a rooftop person

“ Yea, I would sit right there at the edge “ he pointed

“ Well then what are we waiting for, I need one of those now “ you laughed pointing at his joints

Walking over to the edge, you got closer to the city lights. You both sat down next to each other, staring at the buildings while Warren lit up a joint. Taking a puff before handing it to you, the feeling of euphoria running through your veins. You weren’t really a smoker but occasionally you do take a few puffs to relieve some stress.

“ So what’s happening at yours, “ Warren asked, cracking open a beer bottle.

“ The same old trouble, but this time my mum actually divorced my dad and he went back to drinking every day. You? “ you asked taking a swing of the liquor 

“ Same as you, mum divorced my dad while we were having dinner a few days ago “ he related to you

Things weren’t easy for both you and Warren, but that was why you liked being with him. He knew how you felt.

-

After two bottles of beer and a few joints, you were stoned. But Warren was still in a sober state as he knew he needed to take care of you or you might just jump off, which was what you were doing now.

“ Hey look I could fall to my death in a slip, “ y/n said standing on the ledge, ecstasy taking over her mind.

“ Y/n you better get off the edge now before you fall “ Warren scolded you

“ Come onn, where did the fun Warren gooo, “ you said pouting

“ He’s not coming back until you get off of that ledge, it's dangerous Y/n, “ he said warning you again

“ Do you think you could catch me in time if I just- “ you challenged, making a slipping motion.

Laughing at Warren’s shocked face and attempt to catch you as he thought you were falling. Before you knew it, you jinxed yourself. Tripping over your foot, you fell forward. You closed your eyes as you were screaming, trying to hold onto something to prevent yourself from falling. ‘ This was it, death ‘ you thought to yourself until you felt a hand pulling your body back and bringing you into their chest. As if the devil wanted to bring you to the afterlife, but an angel grabbed onto your last string and pulled you back.

Thankfully Warren was standing beside you and caught you. He reached forward pulling your arm, bringing you back into safety. Making your whole body collide into his chest, and you breathe heavily onto his neck. The shock and adrenaline of you almost dying, sobered you up.

Warren grabbed the back of Y/n’s neck and turned her head around to face him. Seeing her chest going up and down due to the intensity of her breathing. He stared into her eyes, looking at them and travelling down to his lips. Warren and Y/n both had a crush on each other, I mean how could they not? They both went through everything together and were there for each other in a way they both needed. So you took the initiative to kiss him, you tiptoed and gently placed your lips onto his. Moving your lips against his, but not feeling his reciprocate. You pulled away apologising.

“ I’m sorry I shouldn’t hav- “ you got cut off by Warren violently attaching his lips back onto yours

He hungrily attacked your mouth over and over again, not giving you time to breathe. Slightly tugging on your shirt, he asked if he had your permission to remove it. You nodded helping him unbutton his as well, the chill in the air making goosebumps rise on both your skins.

Warren carefully lowered you down onto the floor discarding the rest of your clothes. He broke away from the heated kiss, making you confused. Digging into his back pocket he took out a pocket knife.

“ I wanna try something new but only if you're alright with it, “ he said holding up the knife

You were worried about what he was going to do with it but nodded anyway, trusting him. He put the blade on your cheek, slowly sliding it down your body. The anticipation made it better, wondering when he was going to cut you. You were growing wetter by the second by how dangerous this was, but you both lived for it.

He stopped on top of your left breast and made a small cut, making you groan. Blood drips down your chest as Warren attached his lips to your wound, licking and sucking up the blood.

Him not paying attention to what you doing, you grabbed the knife and cut his v-line. Pushing him up, you kneeled and licked his blood away. Your mouth went lower until it reached his clothed crotch, palming him through his jeans and making him whimper. Impatiently pulling his pants down letting his cock spring free, your eyes widen. Shocked at how big it was, you’ve always joked about him having a small dick, not expecting it to be this huge.

“ Like what’d you see? “ you looked up to see Warren smirking

“ Shut up “ you uttered back before shoving his length into your mouth, making him putty in your hands.

You continued sucking him until he pulled your hair, making you look up at him. 

“ Oh it’s my turn to please you “ he grinned, pushing you onto your back and diving in between your thighs.

Bringing back the knife, he cuts a few lines on your thigh without warning. Swiping a strip of blood up and licking it off his finger.

“ Mhm your blood tastes good but I want to eat something else “ 

Not wasting time, he went back to your thighs. But this time he devours your cunt, like a hungry animal, slurping up every drop of your juices. The whole rooftop was filled with your moans but you couldn’t help it, Warren was just so good with his mouth.

-

“ Fuck! Right there Warren, don’t stop! “ you yelled almost coming down to your third high

“ I’m almost there too darling, come with me “ he groaned, rubbing your clit before the two of you released your loads.

Flopping down next to you, he pulled your body closer to him. Kissing your sweating temple before breaking the silence.

“ I have dreamed of doing that for a long time you know “ he mumbled looking at you

“ Me too “ you agreed, exhausted

“ Well tonight was very eventful “ you chuckled

“ Almost dying, finding out a new kink and having the best sex “ the list made the both of you laugh

Laying your head on his chest, the pair stayed there, star-gazing into the night.

Just wanted to jump in and say the end of American animals made me absolutely die, it was so sad.

[the--rebel--fae]

Heyy, I have a little one shot request for Sanji (if that's okay). So, basically how would he reacts when he finds out that the reader has some old (like 5+ years old) self harm scars? Like, the reader is doing okay now but I have a feeling that Sanji's heart would probably break for them. Could be a little NSFW if you want. Honestly, I have a feeling that in this type of scenario Sanji would be the one who needs the comforting lmao (but go with what feels right to you ofc)

A/n: Hi!!! Of course it's ok my dear! I love writing for our little love sick chef! I hope you don't mind that it came out a lot more sappy than I initially thought it would. It kinda got away from me a bit. Eheh. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Tw: slight allusion to self harm and nsfw suggestiveness. But elsewise nothing but sappy fluff!

Love Can Heal

Fem! Reader x Sanji

“(Y/n), oh you are so beautiful mon ange.” Sanji groaned out as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your neck.

You let out a soft groan at his ministrations but then flinched slightly when he pulled the top and sleeve of your low boat neck shirt down. ‘Hopefully he doesn’t notice. Please don’t notice.’ You chanted in your head.

You hear Sanji let out a sharp gasp and you can’t help but cringe.

‘Dammit. He noticed.’

“My love, are these what I think they are?’” He murmured softly as he scootched closer to you on your shared bed.

Letting out a soft sigh, you look up into his beautiful eyes. “They are. But I can explain. More than five years ago, I was in a very dark place. So, I tended to do…that to try and relieve myself of my grief. But then, you guys found me and took me in as a Straw Hat, and that made everything better. Not right away, but you and everyone else fixed what I thought was long dead.” You grabbed Sanji’s hand and placed it in yours. “I’m alright now, Sanji.”

Sanji pulled his hands from yours and cupped your face. “That makes me happy that you are happy, my love. But what breaks my heart is that you felt you had to hide this.”

You glanced down at your lap and moved so you were snuggling into your boyfriend. “I was worried about what you would think of the scars.”

“(Y/n).”

Your head snapped up at hearing Sanji say your name so harshly. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Yes, I think all women are beautiful. But you outshine them all. You are my goddess. And the fact that you have come out the other side of this trial…alive, is a testament to how strong and amazing you are. And how lucky I am to be able to call you mine.”

Tears began to form in your eyes at Sanji’s beautiful words. You quickly pulled him into a passionate and sweet kiss. “Thank you, Sanji. That means the world to me. More than you’ll ever know. I love you so much, my handsome prince.” You whispered against his lips.

Sanji kissed you once more before gently bumping his forehead with yours and looking you in the eyes. “I love you, my beautiful princess. Forever and always.”

You let out a light giggle. “Yep. Forever and always.”

A/N: Well, I hope you liked the one shot! It was really sweet to write. I'm glad I got to write this! Feel free to request something again soon! And if anyone wants a personalized fan fiction story of their own from One Piece to Pokemon and more! I have many options! And I’d be happy to write y’all a story that you’d love! Just click this link below! And if you wanna keep up with what I’m doing with stories and updates on my shop, feel free to follow me here on Tumblr and on Instagram under Rebel Fae Productions