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I posted 1,958 times in 2022

That's 1,553 more posts than 2021!

151 posts created (8%)

1,807 posts reblogged (92%)

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I tagged 1,107 of my posts in 2022

Only 43% of my posts had no tags

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#kanan jarrus - 185 posts

#hera syndulla - 164 posts

#kanera - 159 posts

#kanan x hera - 147 posts

#star wars rebels - 59 posts

#iknowwhattosaynow - 48 posts

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#my babies - 30 posts

#fic inspo - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#hera would absolutely read a datapad and research their next mission while he's happily buried between her thighs like the good boy he is

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

A World Once Broken

Rated: NR (T with clearly marked and easily skipped spiciness)

Word Count: 72,041

Sixteen years after leaving Ryloth with only her ship, her astromech, and her hopes of seeing the galaxy freed of Imperial rule, General Hera Syndulla is finally going home.

Home, to the small bit that remains of her broken family after the war raged on.

What do you do when you get home to your Force-sensitive five year old who has started insisting that he can talk to his long-dead father? What do you do when you can no longer bury your grief in another battle? What do you do when you're supposed to trust in the Force when it was the Force that tore your family apart, even if it was for the good of the galaxy?

Most importantly, how do you live a life in peace when war and loss is all that you've ever known?

This is a story of love, loss, faith, hope, and finding healing with your family in the most unexpected of ways.

92 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

#4

Father & Son

105 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

#3

How have I watched Rebels the number of times that I have and just now noticed that Kanan Jarrus literally wears his heart on his sleeve? That ain't an 01 on his pauldron, that's an 02.

As in Spectre 02.

115 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#2

Ezra Bridger was born the day that Depa Billaba died.

I'm not okay.

134 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

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Open your editing program of choice.

Crack your knuckles. Stretch your neck. Grab a drink.

Open the document to be updated.

Pick up your phone, check your e-mails, scroll insta for a minute.

Open the outline of the document to be updated.

Type 'Chapter ___' in your heading style of choice.

Open Tumblr.

Type a snarky post about the never fail process for updating your WIP.

Profit.

619 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

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934: Remembering Wolfgang Guettler

obituary courtesy of the International Society of Bassists:

Wolfgang Güttler, whose decades-long career as a performer, recording artist and educator garnered numerous awards, including the Concours de Genève, died on September 18, 2022. He was 77 years old. 

Born in Brasov, Romania, he was solo bassist with the SWR Symphony Orchestra Baden-Baden and Freiburg, and tutti double bass with the Berlin Philharmonic and Bucharest Radio Orchestra. He served as professor of double bass at the Hochschule für Musik und Tanz Köln and the Hochschule für Musik Karlsruhe, and gave masterclasses at the Julliard School. 

  He was dedicated to expanding the double bass repertoire, from classical standards to jazz, and was a champion of contemporary music. His remarkable musical partnership with the Rumanian double bass virtuoso Ovidiu Badila was cut short by Badila’s untimely passing. 

  Says Martin Wind of his late teacher Wolfgang Güttler, “He encouraged me to listen to my own voice, follow my instincts and become an independently thinking, complete musician. In my 25+ years of teaching there has not been one day where I did not pass on the lessons that I learned from him.” Petru Iuga also paid tribute upon learning of Güttler’s death: “He was one of the greatest bassists and musicians I ever met. A great man, friend and a spiritual double-bass father who has inspired me.”

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happy father’s day to the best :)

[wise-lizard]

Fatherly Pride

I have a lot coming up in the next week, but I wanted to do a Father’s Day thing with Kanan and Sabine (I’m a sucker for bonding between them because we never really get to see it, so gotta make my own).

There’s a few slight references to dialogue from earlier seasons, so congratulations if you can find them! (There’s like... 2 and 1/2? I think? Wait no, 3 and 1/2, 4 and 1/2 if I try hard enough.)

@pep-no, I partially blame you for the dialogue references.

Set just after the Season Three Finale, during the trip to Yavin 4.

Title: Fatherly Pride

Author: Liz Roberts

Show: Star Wars Rebels

Word Count: 1,371

Set: Hyperspace, en route to Yavin 4, Post-Season Three Finale

“Kanan?”

Lifting his head up, Kanan turns towards his door slightly, grunting when the motion aggravates the muscle pull in his neck further. His crash on Atollon finally started catching up to him a few hours ago, his shoulders sporting a dull ache now that he’s managed a couple minutes of healing meditation. Patting the shoulder of the rebel under the blanket, Kanan stands.

He puts on a soft smile and heads towards the door, stepping softly so he doesn’t wake the other rebels sleeping on the floor of his cabin. His hand goes out to the signature at the door, Sabine stepping forward to meet him.

Without hesitation, she wraps her arms around him and ducks her chin down to her chest plate.

“Hey kiddo… you doin’ alright?”

She nods softly, her hair catching on his shirt.

“Better than some of our guests…”

When Kanan wraps around her shoulders, she physically relaxes, the tension she’s holding in starting to melt away. She stays silent for a moment, just hugging him before she speaks up, her voice just above a whisper.

“Can we talk…?”

Opening his eyes and blinking down at the top of her head in surprise, Kanan rubs one of her shoulders.

“‘course… c’mon… I think the cockpit’s still empty.”

Sabine answers with a nod, letting go of Kanan so he can step out of his cabin. The door slides closed behind him, leaving the rebels to sleep in peace. An arm lays back over Sabine’s shoulders as they walk down the hall, Sabine tugging on the back of his shirt out of instinct to guide him around people sitting along the walls.

Tilting his head towards her, he lowers his head and his voice.

“You still have your armor on… have you gotten any rest?”

She doesn’t answer for a few seconds, her shoulders going stiff.

“Not yet… I was talking with Hera… and my mother. I’m fine though, I’ll take a nap soon… Tristian’s using my bunk right now to sleep.”

Kanan straightens up and takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. He can feel how fatigued she really is, wishing for once that she wouldn’t be so stubborn. A small smile appears on his face in the next second, remembering that he and Hera have more than likely been the enablers for the stubbornness over the last few years. Shaking his head and avoiding a laugh at the thought, he steps into the cockpit.

Sabine slips out from under his arm to her regular chair, glancing up at him after he closes the door and takes his seat in front of her.

“So what’s up?”

Swallowing hard, Sabine looks back down to the durasteel plating of the floor and shuffles her hands underneath her legs.

“I’m sorry…”

“Come again?”

The surprise in Kanan’s voice is evident, not having expected the words that came out of her mouth. He shifts forward in his seat as she stares at the ground, placing his forearms on his knees so he’s leaning closer to her, feeling the shift in her signature.

“I’m sorry… I… I apologized to Hera, earlier… for not coming back with you guys, after going to find my mother… Maybe if I had been here, I could have gotten the shields to hold up longer, we could have gotten more back up… So I’m sorry. I left when you guys needed me most, and that’s never been something I’ve wanted to do…”

Kanan immediately shakes his head and puts a hand out, putting it on Sabine’s knee. He shifts it a little so his thumb isn’t just rubbing the guard and lifts his eyes to be level with her lowered forehead.

“Sabine, you have nothing to apologize for. You needed to stay, you have a duty to your family, your home… We all understood that, and Hera did, too – she does. We don’t blame you for that.”

He stops for a moment and his thumb goes still. His eyes widen a second later, a thought dawning on him.

“Bean… Are… You’re feeling guilty for not being at the base…”

There’s a very quiet ‘yes’ from in front of him, just before he gets out of his seat and kneels in front of Sabine. He moves his hands up and finds her face, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks before lifting her head enough so she’ll look at him. His face softens when she lets out a small breath, knowing that his eyes found their mark again.

“We don’t know what would have happened if you had been at Chopper Base… yes, maybe the shields would have held out longer, but you prepped us as much as you could… but without you, we wouldn’t have been able to make a break for it to hyperspace. As much of smooth talker as he is, I don’t think Ezra would have been able to convince your mother to lend support if you hadn’t been there.”

Kanan smiles and runs his hand up through the shorter side of her hair.

“We got out because you helped us get out… you showed up right when we needed you to, and you did amazing… as always.”

Taking a deep breath in, Sabine smiles and leans into the hand still on her cheek. She lets the breath out in the next moment, her body deflating a little.

“I was so worried when Ezra showed up… and then when we saw the fleet surrounding Atollon… Kanan, I was so worried we were too late.”

“That’s the thing about you, Sabine. You’re always right on time… It’s a little scary, considering how often I’d change the plan on you.”

Sabine breathes out a laugh and shakes her head, bringing a hand out from under her leg to rub her eyes and the bridge of her nose.

“Yeah… that’s not as fun as you think it is.”

Kanan laughs and smiles up at her, his skin wrinkling around his eyes and the scar. Putting a hand out, he sits back on the floor, his smile softening as Sabine takes his hand.

“Gotta keep you on your toes somehow…”

The two sit there in silence for a while, Sabine processing the conversation as Kanan watches her signature, some of the tension leaving and letting it grow brighter again. The colors are still there, but the vibrancy is taking longer to come back, he notes, showing just how much the whole ordeal had taken on a toll on her – despite not being there for the first and second waves.

He tugs on her hand gently. He scoots back until the bottom of his shoulder blades are pressed to the edge of his seat, crossing his legs. Sabine moves down to the floor, hesitating a moment before sitting down in Kanan’s lap. She sighs quietly and rests her head down on his shoulder, relaxing as he hugs her again and puts his chin on her head.

“I meant what I said on Mandalore, Bean…”

“Don’t you dare… I didn’t let you say it then, I won’t now.”

“Bean.”

“Kanan.”

Huffing slightly, Kanan smiles above her. Shifting, he presses a soft kiss to her hair, squeezing her gently.

“I’m proud of you, Sabine – no, hush, let me finish – I’m proud of you, and who you’ve become. Watching you grow up from when we picked you up, it’s been astounding – if not frustrating, but Hera’s had to deal with me all these years, so… you’ve become an amazing warrior, an amazing young woman, and we couldn’t have asked for a better crew member.”

He stops for a moment and smiles as he closes his eyes.

“We couldn’t have asked for a better daughter.”

Sabine stays still for a few minutes after he finishes, her eyes wide now. They start to turn glossy as she turns to hug him, staring out over his shoulder as she starts trying to blink away the tears threatening to come forward. She smiles into his shoulder and shakes her head.

“Yeah well… I guess I was raised right.”

Kanan lets out a short laugh and hugs her, keeping his arms wrapped around her.

“Thank you, Kanan.”

“Anytime, Bean. We love you, don’t forget that.”

“I love you, too.”

[kanerallels]

And now, for the final fic in the Father's Day Fic Dump!!!!

This one I'm particularly excited about-- @heckin-music-dork, this one's for you. Literally. Full credit to you for writing the headcanon that inspired this fic, after all!!

Hope y'all enjoy!

[karenchristieart]

Day 30 of Star Wars Rebels Inktober is Spector 7.

Jacen Syndulla talking to his friends with his Kanan doll.

[thechosenone260]

Happy Father's Day to the one and only space dad!

[superherotigerarchives]

It's 30 mins till Father's day ends, so I thought hey, lemme make a Rey Bridger AU Father's day tribute 'cause I'm

Ta-RAAAAASH!

[primasveraas-writing]

As Family Does - SWR

In snippets, Hera experiences the ups and downs of motherhood, and all the wonderful relationships her son has with family near and so very far away.

WORD COUNT: 2206

XXX

Kanan

A sharp, desperate cry, and Hera’s world changed forever.

Jacen Syndulla was a testament to his parents’ strength long before he came into the world. He emerged bloodied, during battle and war, but the galaxy suddenly recentered itself around this tiny, helpless being.

Hera should have been used to this kind of change by now- in less than a year, her whole life had been broken and reformed in more ways than she could count.

And yet- so much of it was good, Hera thought, as the squirming baby was placed on her chest. This love she felt was so familiar, after carrying her son for 9 months, after loving his father, after being family and foster mother to Ezra and Sabine. She felt it in every cell of her body, so much that it was hard to breathe.

“You did it, Hera,” Zeb said, sounding rather choked up. Hera nodded, numb to the rest of the galaxy, save for her child in her arms, and realized that there were hot tears on her face. She sobbed, her whole body convulsing, and that hurt, but she didn’t care. She’d faced greater pain and been awarded less joy at the end of it all.

The baby wailed again, and Hera gasped- the boy’s eyes had flown open, revealing a clear, vibrant blue. His skin was tinted green and his features were already sharp, sure hallmarks of his mother’s identity but his eyes- they were Kanan’s eyes.

She never thought she’d see them again, and she sobbed harder. Even with the hormone changes that came with pregnancy, it had been a long time since Hera had cried this much. She felt Zeb’s hand on her shoulder and the love in the air. She cried tears of happiness, as new parents do, and tears of sorrow because Kanan wasn’t there to meet his son, nor Ezra to meet his baby brother.

But still- she knew Kanan loved her and he loved their son. She knew Ezra would too, when he came home. Their love was still with her, even if they were not.

That would be enough for now. Hera had her son and her beloved’s eyes, and the love needed to carry her through this and darker days.

Chopper

Hera knew- despite her avoidance of the fact- that Jacen couldn’t stay with her forever. She wasn’t the only one in the Rebellion with a young child, but she was the only general with a newborn. Somewhere in the galaxy, there had to be a safe place for her son, and she would find it. But for now, she kept him the best she could, even if it would only be for the first months of his life.

The fear and the exhaustion of war were heightened by bringing an infant into it. They threatened Hera in her lowest moments, but then there was Zeb, putting Jacen back to sleep in the middle of the night before she could get out of bed, or Kallus quietly filling out her rising piles of paperwork when she was too busy or too tired to do it herself.

It was okay- a new challenge, a new routine, and an ever-constant show of their resilience. She witnessed love and community in all parts of her life, from her kid pilots offering to babysit, to the Organas sharing some old baby toys and clothes. Even the most unlikely of figures rallied around her, and for that, Hera was grateful. Sometimes, she would even have time to herself.

One of these calm afternoons was spent completing mission reports while Jacen slept, which Hera boldly presumed would last long enough for her to catch up on everything she had to do. As soon as she dared to hope this, however, a mechanical whirr indicated the presence of Chopper- and serenity rarely, if ever, followed him.

Where is the new one? He asked, disregarding the fact that Hera was very clearly busy.

“The new one- you mean Jacen?”

He’s new. Her droid was very matter-of-fact about this statement.

“He’s a baby, Chop,” Hera amended, and the astromech beside her warbled in disagreement.

He has not been around very long. He has not done many things either. Therefore, he is new.

“Whatever you say.”

Chopper didn’t humor her further, only groaned in complaint, and waited for a response. Hera rolled her eyes, but obliged. “He’s down for his afternoon nap. Same as yesterday. Why?”

She received no reply, other than a broken lament that the little one took too long to recharge, then her oldest companion rolled off and out of sight. Hera sighed and turned back to her work.

Later, Hera glanced at the chrono and readied herself for her son’s cries, but the Ghost remained silent and lonely. She crept down the room towards the pilot’s quarters, the door still open so that she might reach Jacen faster. Perhaps she would find him still asleep, and she could clean or shower with the extra few minutes to herself.

She instead discovered her baby wriggling happy on his cot, Chopper looming over him. One of his mechanical arms was extended, dangling Jacen’s favorite tooka in front of him. Chopper made gentle sounds, and Jacen grinned up at him.

So Chopper had a heart, beyond the occasional moment of mercy. Hera hid her mouth with her hand, ignoring the wetness in her eyes, and watched the scene from the doorway.

Zeb

It might not have been fair to blame a baby for picking favorites before he could talk, but Hera still shook her head as Zeb passed back Jacen, who wailed the second he left the Lasat’s arms. Zeb chuckled at the reaction, scratching at the back of his neck, but shrunk instantly at Hera’s glare

“Aw, com’on,” Zeb tried while Jacen furiously kicked against Hera. “He doesn’t mean anything by it. Nobody holds a candle to ya, Hera.” He finished the statement rather ungracefully, as Hera relinquished Jacen, plopping him back in Zeb’s arms. As soon as she did, Jacen giggled, clutching at Zeb’s fur and gurgling happily, his woes entirely forgotten.

“You’d think he’d be a little more grateful to the one who feeds him,” Hera said dryly, regarding Jacen with her hands on her hips. Zeb shrugged, looking vaguely sheepish.

“I’m just softer than ya, that’s all,” Zeb assured her, snuggling Jacen against his chest. When Hera raised an eyebrow at him, he laughed in surprise.

“Lasat kits like to sleep on their parents,” he explained, “but some of us like to say that they prefer the Lasat with the longest and softest fur.”

“Well, you certainly have me beat there,” Hera conceded, and Zem hummed in agreement, rocking Jacen in his arms. He babbled cheerfully, and Zeb laughed again. “Maybe nobody holds a candle to Uncle Zeb, either,” she said, her tone hushed, and Zeb froze. “We’re both lucky to have you.”

Zeb didn’t say anything for a long moment, then he shifted Jacen to one side and slung his free arm around Hera’s shoulders. She leaned into the embrace, and Zeb pulled her closer.

“We’re family,” he said gruffly, his voice suspiciously thick. “Of course I’ll take care of you both.”

The admonition sent warmth flooding through Hera’s chest, and she sniffed. That was what she’d count on through it all- her family and their love, unfaltering.

Sabine

Each of Jacen’s milestones- his first smile and wave and babble of a word- came with the reminder that Kanan wasn’t there to witness them too. Her son had just started to lift his own head when the anniversary of his father’s death passed, and Hera realized with grief weighing on her heart that even the idea of Kanan would be unfamiliar to Jacen for the first years of his life.

Her sorrow at the fact that “Dada” wouldn’t be among Jacen’s collection of first words (which included “Mama,” “ship,” “no!” and “Chop”) was expressed to Sabine during an exhausted and teary conversation. Together, they concluded that Kanan would have made a great dad, if he didn’t collapse from the stress while doing it, and the two women held each other until the talk turned back to recollecting fond memories at laughter at what once was.

In one of the biggest shocks of Hera’s life, the grief became lighter and easier to carry. She knew it would never leave her, but at least she didn’t bear it alone.

When Jacen turned one, she declared it a happy occasion and resolved not to spend too long dwelling on those not present to celebrate with them. There were still wistful smiles and comforting hugs, but as luck would have it, she had Zeb, Alexsandr, Rex, and Sabine all with her to mark the occasion, and that was a happy blessing on its own.

Jacen destroyed the small cake Alexsandr had made for him with pudgy fists, smearing it all over his face and onesie. Hera laughed, trying not to think of the possibility of finding uneaten food in Jacen’s diaper again, and their small family celebrated, and it was good.

They exchanged presents before everyone had to return to their respective duties. Mother and son received a collection of toys and bigger clothes, and Hera was even gifted a nice bottle of wine for her to enjoy after surviving a year of motherhood.

At the end, when it was just her and Sabine sweeping crumbs off the floor of the galley, the young Mandalorian presented her a final gift. An intricately bound book, made from sketch flimsi and filled with page after page of illustrations. It told a story, in few words and in brilliant, dynamic colors, of a Jedi, a hero, on quests to make the galaxy a better place. The Jedi wielded a blue lightsaber, and although he could be grumpy, he was deeply loyal to his friends, and he always came in to save the day. His face was unmistakable, his demeanor kind and familiar.

“So Jacen can know his dad,” Sabine said, and her voice was carefully measured. “I never thought I’d illustrate a kid’s book.”

Hera had no words, so she threw her arms around Sabine instead, murmuring her thanks through her tears. Sabine accepted the hug, squeezing Hera just as tight, and they stayed that way for a long while.

Ezra

Jacen grew and grew until he no longer fit in her arms- or rather, he wiggled out of them every time Hera tried to pick him up. He started to beg to learn how to fly as the war drew to a close but it wasn’t until after the Battle of Endor that Hera felt the skies were safe enough for her son.

Sabine teased her that Jacen inherited his recklessness from both sides of the family. Hera couldn’t bring herself to disagree, but she looked around at her friends and family- Mandalorians and Lasats and spies and galactic heroes- and thought that her child’s thrill-seeking tendencies came more from his company rather than his blood.

The conclusion of the war didn’t mean the end of the fighting, but peace was at last on the horizon and her fellow rebels begun planning their lives in this new, free galaxy. Hera could be a mother full-time now, and not have to worry if each goodbye to her son would be her last.

She thought that this would mean fulfillment- and in many ways, it did. The galaxy was entering a new age, but there were too many things left behind for Hera to move on completely. Much of it, she would never get back- but for some, there remained hope of rescue.

She saw so much of Ezra in Jacen. His energy, for one, and his innocence. His optimism, too- Jacen was a happy baby and nothing short of an ebullient child. Hera and Kallus liked to joke that his smile could light up the galaxy. It was impossible, when gazing into Jacen’s blue eyes, not to see the hope and love of another boy who once looked to her as a mother. They had so much in common, these children of war, but their biggest similarity was those who loved them.

Sabine was the first one to teach her the bittersweet pride of a child leaving the nest, and she came to Hera again to tell her that she must go. Hera had fear and love and faith for her, but little surprise when Sabine promised to bring Ezra home. With a blessing and a plea to stay safe, she hugged Sabine tight and watched her set off into the galaxy again.

When evening fell, and Hera was alone again, Jacen approached his mother and snuggled into her arms. As much as she tried to protect her son, he always seemed to know when she was sad.

Hera didn’t think that she’d ever be complete without Kanan, without Ezra, without everyone she’d lost in a lifetime at war. But she was not alone, she knew- she had her son in her embrace and a family in every corner of the galaxy. That, for now, was enough, and she had hope that she would see them all again one day.

[sheepfulsheepyardinspace]

Do you have any Star Wars fanfic recommendations, or have a link to someone else's list? I really wanna veg out.

oh my god, DO I. this may have been the best ask in the world. i’m not really sure what u want a feel for, so i threw together some of my favorite longfics for maximum veg time from the ot/pt and links for swr and swtcw recs. they’re pretty much all luke-anakin/vader centric, since that’s kinda my bread and butter.

let’s start with frodogenic, who wrote the first longfic i ever read in sw and might be one of the funniest authors ever. they once reviewed my fanfic & i nearly cried from joy. anyway. 

The Father, 284k+, complete. “Ten years after ROTS, tormenting nightmares of his unborn child drive Darth Vader to extraordinary measures with unexpectedly drastic consequences. Clearly, experience has taught Darth Vader nothing...” 

this is my og star wars fic and boy oh boy is it amazing. i will never get over this. i don’t want to spoil anything but when i say the final chapters are great? i mean they’re legendary. sometimes i still think about them & wish upon a star that i could be such a great writer. vader’s amazing, han is spectacular, and the ocs are fantastic.

Far More Than Rubies, 70k+, complete. “Nine years after AOTC, tragedy revisits the Lars Homestead. Little Luke Skywalker is suddenly plunged into chaos as the rebel movements discover a secret military project that may make a crucial difference in the war with the Empire.”

the spiritual twin of The Father, FMTR takes a look at padmé’s character and relationship with both luke and anakin/vader that’s hard to beat. it’s darker and heavier than The Father, but it hits those same sweet, sweet emotional beats while raising the age-old question: if padmé had lived, what would she have done?

The Family Tree, 12k, complete. “In which Luke Skywalker is stranded in a tree waiting for a flash flood to recede. Too bad he's got company...”

okay, i admit, this isn’t a longfic, but it is a longshot, and it’s amazing. the imagery and description always blow me away, and the interaction (canon-compliant) between luke and vader just [chef’s kiss] get me. vader’s in full, glorious form, and it makes it all the harder when luke wrestles with the knowledge that vader is his father.

Sibling Revelry, 25k, complete. “After Bespin and before Endor, Darth Vader is shocked to discover that Luke and Leia are twins. He's even more shocked when Imperial Intelligence reports that Organa and Skywalker are, erm, a tad closer than previously suspected.”

this is complete crack and humor in the best way possible. it’s crack treated entirely seriously, and you will be in stitches, i promise. no matter how many times i’ve read this i break down.

KittandChips (@kittandchips) writes what i can only describe as food for the soul. the luke-vader interaction is insanely amazing, the world building of daily imperial life and imperial governance is amazing, and vader just has a special je ne sais quoi that u must read to understand––tragic, funny, and so, so fatherly. they’re currently rewriting the Force Bond Series to fit in with newer canon, so i will joyously binge reread the entire again (including the new Force Bond: Mustafar Weekend).

Force Bond 1: Orphan, 47k, complete. “After Owen and Beru are killed by a mysterious stranger, young Luke ends up as an orphan on Coruscant. It's a race against time as Obi-Wan struggles to find Luke before Vader realizes the boy is his son.”

Orphan kicks off the series, which tracks vader and luke’s relationship through the perils of luke’s teenagerhood while growing up under the eye of the emperor and imperial court. it’s filled with slow growth, struggle and misunderstandings as darth vader tries to single parent, and pay off in every installment. the entire series clocks in around 777k+ and is the most joyful, fulfilling reading you’ll ever have. promise.

darth-nickels (@darth--nickels) writes darker, twistier, and terribly, terribly heartwrenching aus. they’ve got a whole host, but let me introduce to my two favorites. also, check out their faux-academia on vader. it’s amazing and i love it, but i admit i am an academia hoe.

Dooku Captured, Pt 2, 16k, complete. “Dooku is taken alive onboard the Invisible Hand, and Sidious' web is torn. The Sith Lord wonders if death might have been preferable to clumsy interrogation by Anakin Skywalker.”

Dooku Captured is a longshot au told from Dooku’s pov which takes the beginning of ROTS and throws it on its head. it’s a fascinating outside perspective of anakin and obi-wan’s relationship and such and interesting examination of dooku’s psyche and especially his complex relationship with the jedi order, qui-gon, yoda, and palpatine. i cannot rec this one enough.

Black Mirror, 90k, incomplete. “The Ghost crew returns to the Lothal when they hear the Empire is investigating the Jedi Temple there. They learn Vader is alone and decide to take him out-- but what they find could change the course of Galactic history.”

Black Mirror diverges into swr territory, but make no mistake: this is entirely an examination of vader and, later, obi-wan as well as ahsoka. luke makes his appearance later in the game, and boy oh boy will you love luke’s portrayal is a microcosm of luke and vader’s relationship within canon. heed the tags, though.

jerseydevious ( @jerseydevious ) is, first and foremost, one of my favorite people on earth. secondly, though, she’s an amazing writer with a deep understanding of vader’s character and psyche, a flair for beautiful depictions, and the true ability to wring every emotion out of your body.

Two and a Half Men (with a baby), 13k, incomplete. “After a long day of bargaining with Hutts and attempting to ignore his past, Darth Vader is nearing the end of his rope. When he discovers his two-year-old son, it's the straw that breaks the semi-rational Sith Lord's back; in a rash act worthy of the Skywalker name, he scoops his son into his arms, steals a shuttle from his own fleet, and punches in random hyperspace coordinates to a destination on the other side of the galaxy. Unfortunately, father and son are not the only ones on the ship.”

Two and a Half Men will stick with you, dude. like no other. i promise. it’s a whirlwind ride with obi-wan, vader, and piett and as funny as it is heartbreaking. it touches on some heavy issues and doesn’t shy away from looking at the damage done to vader––again, heed the tags.

Helioseismology, 4k, complete. “Luke gets shot down on a supply run and caught in an ice storm. It's extremely lucky that his father followed him there.“

i’ll admit. im completely biased about this one because it was a birthday gift to me and i am sucker for litcherally anything when jd puts pen to paper, but believe me when i say you will be awed by the depth and tangled relationships between these luke and vader that jersey can illustrate in a stroke of the paintbrush. im love. always.

izzythehutt ( @izzythehutt ) i am blown away by the intricate dialogue and characterization, always. and the latin puns? im sold. im also a sucker for latin puns, but that’s a story for a different time.

In Loco Pirates, 34k, complete. “A down-on-his-luck Hondo Ohnaka manages to capture the unicorn of all bounties--Luke Skywalker, which sends Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, on a painfully familiar trip to the planet Florrum to collect his prize. The failed negotiations leave Vader in the awkward position of being stuck in a besieged pirate bunker, trying to balance keeping his wayward child safe (and in his custody) with controlling the tongue of a loose-lipped pirate who--to the surprise of no one--has a bad habit of telling 'amusing' anecdotes from the Clone Wars.”

hondo, aka the best character of swtcw, is brought to life just as vividly on paper as on screen. his entire personality brings luke and vader’s difficulties in a sort of incredulous light, which makes it as funny as it is vulnerable and tragic. the sequel, Palpatine Ad Portas, brings piett into the spotlight, and oh man do his interactions with palpatine and vader bring u all the uncomfortable vibes. relish in it.

sparklight ( @littlesparklight ) man. lemme introduce u to an amazing prolific and detailed writer. i will never get over the series they’ve written & neither will u.

Where Our Intrepid Hero Doesn’t Get Away, 122k, incomplete. “One-shots surrounding either AU situations of canon/legends works where Luke would normally have gotten away (or Vader is simply inserted into the action to come pick his child up) but in these instances doesn't, or completely new scenarios of the same. There are no deep ruminations on consequences of the situations here, just our awful Sith dad picking his son up when he'd rather not be.”

exactly what it says on the tin. u know those glorious moments of fanfic where luke’s gotten captured and ur on pins and needles, waiting for vader to show up in a moment of dark glory? here’s the moment. here’s all the moments.

Space Race, 122k, incomplete. “Owen gives in to Luke's wish to attend the Imperial Academy and Obi-Wan is too late to avert it, though he's not too late to make sure Luke leaves Arkanis before Vader can gets his hands on him. Luke spends over a month running around the galaxy before his father gets him, and from there...”

this story relishes in chase and boy is it fun. it will keep you on the edge of your seat and it’s an amazing ride.

The Suns of Tatooine, 85k, complete. “Luke ends up on a moon swamped in dark side energy after a mission goes wrong, then his father appears... and then they go on a bit of a learning experience. This could've been the only thing that would come of getting through a Sith complex with his father, but thanks to going to free Han earlier than the gang did otherwise, more revelations are had. Will that change anything?”

this series is a thoughtful, contemplative piece examining the nature of the force and the relationship the skywalkers have with tatooine. the descriptions are beautiful, the inventiveness is amazing, and you’ll be thinking about it for long afterwards.

an additional few…

Between Flight and Longing; 34k, complete. “Luke Skywalker and Han Solo journey to the planet Balen'ar on a desperate mission and find more than they'd bargained for.”

a classic and it is for a reason. the interaction between han, luke, and vader is so spectacular and the slow trudge of going through the forest with your greatest enemy and best friend is something hilarious. the end is bittersweet and fantastic.

The Sith Who Brought Life Day, 13k, complete. “An Imperial officer loses a bet and has to get Darth Vader a present for Life Day.”

somewhere between terrifying and dull, this fic presents a canon-compliant look at the hunt for luke and the grinding wheels of the empire. the oc is amazing and it echoes in true star wars spirit: sometimes it’s just some dude who can change the galaxy.

Quintessence, 5k, complete. ‘“Well, Master, I think I’ve found the one positive aspect of this situation.” “Which is?” “The Temple won’t have to pay the costs for our funeral pyres.”’

pure hilarity and shenanigans abound in pre-aotc obi-wan and anakin hijink goodness. lemme tell u––u will deeply sympathize with mace windu afterwards. additionally, check out the rest of the author’s oneshots! they’re deeply thoughtful and the interactions the author writes between obi-wan and anakin are always gold.

some extras & shameless self-promotion

here’s a full list of recommendations for star wars rebels fanfic in case this is what you’re looking for (remember when this used to be a swr blog, lmao)

i’ve also written sw fanfic, both swr and luke-vader centric. drop by and tell me if it’s any good!

[swimperialimagines]

What Imperials would name their children (SWR edition)

(I'm going to be including some Imperials from the OG Trilogy too, so...yeah this list is going to be separated into probably two parts. Also, these are just my preferred names, so if you think that they'd name their children something different....good for you.)

Captain Slavin

A father of two. A rambunctious eleven year old boy named Viktor, and a seven year old girl named Raven.

Yogar Lyste

He currently only has a five year old daughter. Because he and his wife couldn't decide on what to name her, they decided to name her Lavender because the color of the bundle she was wrapped in was....lavender purple.

Cumberlayne Aresko

In Aresko's case, he has three kids. Twin boys named Kellan and Lycan who are both 16 (with Kellan being the oldest by 4 minutes), and a 5 year old daughter named Luna. His sons take pride at being in their words a lot cooler than their old man, and will gladly nuke anyone's existance if someone made their baby sister cry. They're the reason he's worn out most of the time, but he loves them.

Myles Grint

A six-and-and-a-half son named Jaune, who is often seen following Viktor, Raven, Luna and Lavender around. A bit tall for his age, he took to sports kind of early. His first sport was field hockey.

Maketh Tua

She is also the proud mama of twins. A boy named Orion and a girl named Artemis. Artemis is smart yet shy, while Orion is smart and more open-minded. She takes absolute pride that her kids inherited her wit and intelligence.

Thrawn

Okay...so Thrawn has always been too busy to think about having children of his own. So instead, he's raising his nine year old neice Areyn. His brother just kinda dropped her off one day, with a note explaining that he needed Thrawn to keep her safe until things in the Unknown Regions have calmed down. Which, fair enough. Thrawn adores, and cherishes his neice more than life itself. He has taken a lot of holopics and videos of her and happily shows them to anyone, weither they want to see them or not.

Konstantine

He has a son he named Fennec. Fennec...well he doesn't like his dad. At all. Konstantine doesn't understand why, but one contributing factor could be that the man forced Fennec into a lot of extra-curricular activities. All of which happened at the same time. Because of this, Fennec hasn't had to form any relationships, or keep friendships because he's always too busy!

The Inquisitor

Surprise, surprise, he has a child. Though she's more like his adopted daughter, but still his either way. Her name is simply Emil. A pre-teen, force sensitive girl who mostly keeps to herself and doesn't like confrontations.

Governor Pryce

A son named Keith. Keith doesn't really see eye-to-eye with his mom on most things. Mostly this whole war with the Rebellion and whatnot. A star student at the Imperial Academy, he also keeps to himself. As a way of rebelling against his mom, he's something of a delinquent...if you can even call him that.

Brom Titus

Now Titus' son Benny is a delinquent. The boy gets into fights, and is incredibly off-standish. This is because he has been bullied a lot because of his name, and because of his dad often getting demoted. If he sees anyone bullying anyone, he will immediately go over and put an end to it. This has caused him to gain a bit of a following from kids younger than him, for he's always seen walking with an entourage following after him..

[laelior]

First Line Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favourite authors!

Not tagged by anyone. This just looked like fun.

Fandom indicated in parentheses next to the title.

Heat of the Night (ME):  It was too hot to sleep.

Foundational (SWR):  Bahryn wasn’t a beginning, it was an ending.

Of Stars and Singularities (ME):  Here, try this.” Beth held out a metal flask to him.

Friend Fiction (ME):  [Transcript recorded from Normandy SR-2 Enhanced Defense Intelligence audio logs]

Breathe (ME): Her first thoughts on the captain’s cabin in the SR-2 were about just how big it was

Far-Off Unhappy Things (ME):  There’s a simple rhythm to emergency surgery.

The Redcliffe Entries (DAI):  Archivist’s note: The following pages are a reproduction of the so-called “Redcliffe Entries,” which were recovered from the Redcliffe dungeons in the year 9:42 Dragon.

Survivor (ME): Bethany Shepard stared down the sights of her rifle at her target, her finger sitting just off of the trigger.

Color Vision (SWR):  Kanan dreamed of colors.

Distant Stars (ME): The human tendency was to measure any distance over a few meters in terms of time.

Familiarity (SWR):  Just one more job, then I’m out, Kanan swore to himself, picking his way through half-empty city streets.

The Woman in the Mirror (KOTOR):  I can’t be…

Echoes of Virmire (ME):  I’m not dead.

After (SWR):  When Kanan died, she didn’t know.

Tank-Bred (ME):  The first thing Grunt noticed in the Battle Master’s cabin was the little tank over her desk with a small, furry creature in it.

Intangible (ME):  Kaidan kept a picture of Shepard on his omni-tool.

Five Seconds (ME:A):  The first time Sara Ryder died, she died in pain, choking on the argon-nitrogen atmosphere of Habitat 7 while her father held her and willingly gave his life for hers.

Don’t Look Down (Original):  Don’t look down.

Sixty-Three (ME):  What is the meaning of life, the universe, and everything?

Field of Stars (ME):  There existed a place beyond pain, beyond grief, beyond even the shock of numbness.

[midnight-raven]

The Ghost Crew: Private Investigators Au

Aka the SWR Mystery Au that no one asked for

(And No this isn’t because Freddie Prince Jr. did Fred from Scooby Doo... completely!)

The Ghost Crew is a small team of Private Detectives that solve small crimes and mysteries while also trying to take down a powerful gang known as The Empire.

Kanan Jarrus, a retired Police Detective who left the Force after witnessing a crime of corruption.

In his past, Kanan was a Detective with the skills of Observation and Deductive Reasoning.

During one investigation, it was revealed that a few officers were part of a powerful dangerous gang. To cover their tracks, the dirty officers killed the others, including Kanan. So they believed. In reality, Kanan survived but ran away.

Many years later, Kanan resurfaced but as a Private Investigator, and uses his skills to keep the criminals from hurting his new family.

Hera Syndulla, a former Nurse who later found her calling with investigation.

While Hera enjoyed her job as a nurse, she always felt she could do more to help people. Especially since a young woman entered with obvious signs of domestic abuse but left the hospital before Hera could help her.

As a private investigator, Hera uses her former profession to find hidden clues during an investigation. How the victim had died, and what type of medicine or poison could have been used.

On her team, Hera uses her abilities to keep Kanan, and the rest of her family, from dying. Which is a difficult task.

Garazeb Orrelios, an Army Veteran who used his skills to further help the people he cared about.

Zeb had signed up for the army immediately after graduating from high school. The wars he fought and the destruction left more than just the physical scars among his body.

Upon returning back from the battlefield, Zeb didn’t have much of a life to return to. His family were all gone, and many of his friends had passed in service.

Eventually, Zeb found himself part of a team of private detectives, who solves crimes without the limitations most law informers are stuck with. Now he serves as a muscle of the group, and protector of his new family.

Sabine Wren, a Criminology Student with an artist's talent to see small details others could not.

Growing up, Sabine had always thought that she would grow up to become an Artist. However, upon the mysterious disappearance of her father, Sabine chose another path.

Despite her family’s disapproval of her new profession, Sabine drove herself into becoming an intelligent detective. Her artistic skills help her to see the small details on a crime scene that others are blind to. Even the smallest details can be the biggest clue.

Sabine’s skills led her to becoming part of a ragtag team of investigators that investigate crimes that most police turn their head on.

Ezra Bridger, a former Street Rat who learned how to analyze and detect deception.

As a child, Ezra witnessed the fatal murder of his parents, killed by a criminal outraged by a private blog that they owned. With no one else in his life, Ezra was forced to live on the streets and fend for himself.

In order to survive, Ezra developed a sixth sense of dangerous situations, and the ability to detect deception, facial detail of someone was lying.

One day, Ezra accidentally finds himself part of a criminal investigation being solved by a team unlike any detectives he had ever seen. Soon, Ezra finds him as part of the team. Kanan further teaches Ezra how to use his abilities to help solve mysteries.

[rebelquilts512]

Star Wars Barbie AU Collection: Don’t Need a Crown

SWR Barbie: Princess Charm School AU

In the kingdom of Lothal, Kanan Jarrus spends most of his time working to provide for his ailing mother Depa and his little brother Ezra. One day, Kanan discovers that Ezra secretly entered him in the advisor scholarship lottery for Royal Charms School, and he wins. Upon arrival at the school, Kanan meets and befriends Princess Hera (who he may or may not develop an immediate crush on), her mischievous sprite Chopper, and Prince Zeb, his roommate. And is also tackled by Ashla*, the royal dog.

Kanan has trouble adjusting to his classes, and it doesn’t help that Prince Alexsandr K. Tarkin (the heir to Lothal’s throne) and his father Lord Tarkin, take an immediate dislike to him and make it harder for him to fit in. Headmaster Obi-wan Kenobi decides to tudor him and he’s eventually able to succeed in his classes.

While on a trip to the royal palace, Kanan and his friends discover that Kanan’s mysterious origins may have a connection to the late royal family. But when Kanan’s home is threatened, he has to make a choice which leads him, Hera, Zeb, and Chopper on a search for truth that could change his and the kingdom’s future.

*my name for the white lothwolf

[kanerallels]

The final chapter of my SWR modern!au Christmas fic has arrived!! (not that this is my last Christmas fic I'll be posting *grins*)

Tag list: @auroramagpie @accidental-spice @tessathetesla @laughingphoenixleader @heckin-music-dork @day-to-day-thots

First lines under the cut!

As Hera watched, Kanan’s look of total surprise transformed into a grin. “I should have known you’d come through,” he said. “Merry Christmas to you, too-- you want to come in? It’s freezing out.”

“Gladly,” Hera said, stepping through the door as Kanan moved out of the way and took her coat.

“How was your trip?” he asked, hanging it up while she kicked off her shoes. “Punch out any relatives?”

“You wish,” Hera said, rolling her eyes. “It was good. Mother and Father say hi, by the way, as does Dev.”

She decided against sharing the other message her brother had sent Kanan which had been to “get a move on and ask my sister out already.”

“How’re they doing?” Kanan asked, leading the way into the living room. A small stack of presents sat to one side, along with tape, scissors and wrapping paper.

[kingdomheartsloversstuff]

Light Of Lothal Chapter 7- Waiting Game

Sorry for the Delay guys, things have been kind of crazy around here. Hope you enjoy it!

Kallus and Ezra anxiously wait for an uncertain future. 

Read it on AO3

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 Kallus was fairly certain Dev was purposefully moving as slowly as possible while cleaning the rest of the dishes, but he didn’t comment on that; they had a little extra time and he could hardly blame him for wanting to delay the inevitable. Still, Dev could only delay them for so long and all too soon, the last dish was finished and neatly put away, leaving the kitchen looking as if no one had been there. Dev grabbed Kallus’s hand as they made their way through the halls towards the hanger bay, clinging to him like a lifeline. Kallus gently squeezed his hand, wordlessly trying to reassure him.

 Dev nervously pressed himself against Kallus’s side, the halls far more crowded now that it was later in the morning, the heavier Imperial presence making Dev uncomfortable. It was a painfully short trip to the hanger bay, neither wanting to say goodbye, but Kallus knowing it was his duty to go to Lasan. Those responsible had to be brought to justice, he had to be their when that happened. Knowing that thought didn’t make saying goodbye to Dev any easier however.

 “Kallus! There you are!” Lyste greeted. “I thought I missed you!”

 “No, you’re just in time,” Kallus assured, smiling at him.

 “I see Dev is here as well,” Lyste added, flashing an uncertain smile at him.

 “Why wouldn’t I say goodbye to my dad?” Dev demanded, glaring at Lyste who glanced up at Kallus with a cocked eyebrow.

 “He is my son,” Kallus said with a shrug.

 “I see…well I’m glad you came, most parent’s children don’t come to see them off,” Lyste hurriedly said.

 “Why not?” Dev asked, frowning.

 “I couldn’t say,” Lyste admitted, shrugging awkwardly.

 “It doesn’t matter,” Kallus assured, kneeling down in front of Dev, placing his hands on his shoulders. “Now I need you to behave for Lyste for me, okay?”

 “I will,” Dev assured.

 “Good,” Kallus said, pulling Dev into a tight hug. “We’ll see each other again very soon, I promise.”

 “I know,” Dev mumbled. Kallus pulled away, affectionately ruffling his hair before straightening up and holding out a hand for Lyste to take.

 “Thank you for agreeing to watch Dev.”

“Anything for a friend,” Lyste assured, taking Kallus’s hand and shaking it. “Be safe.”

 “I will be,” Kallus assured, flashing Lyste a smile.

 “See you soon,” Lyste said, releasing Kallus’s hand, lowering it to wrap an arm around Dev’s shoulders. Dev timidly waved at Kallus, close to tears. He found himself both desperately wanting to look away and wanting to run back and not board the shuttle. But he had to it was his duty, so why did it hurt so much to go? Forcing himself to turn away, Kallus quickly boarded the shuttle and didn’t look back as the doors shut behind him.

 Kallus felt the shuttle lurch as it took off to take them to the Star Destroyer that would take them to Lasan. Once in Hyperspace it would take approximately nineteen hours to reach Lasan. All he could do now was wait.

 -----

 Dev miserably watched as the shuttle slowly flew away, taking Kallus away from him, leaving him behind once again. He wanted to cry, but he knew Kallus would be so disappointed if he cried, so he clenched his fists and resisted the urge, focusing on the knowledge that he’d be home soon. He would come back, this wasn’t forever.

 “Come along Dev,” Lyste said. “We should be moving along now.”

 “Okay…” Dev mumbled, reluctantly following Lyste out.

 “So….what do you and Kallus usually do right about now?” Lyste awkwardly asked as they walked through the halls. Dev shrugged but didn’t answer. Dev usually just followed Kallus where ever he went, he assumed that would be the same with Lyste. “Well… I suppose you’ll be with me all day, does that sound alright to you?”

 “Fine,” Dev mumbled, staring at the ground. If Dev was honest with himself, he was terrified of being alone so soon, what if he slipped up and said something he shouldn’t and he got caught? With Kallus gone he wouldn’t be able to help him get out of trouble. Dev wrapped his arms around himself, trying to hide his shaking.

 If they noticed he looked afraid, they would realize he was up to something and they would look closer at him. If they looked closer they might find out the truth-

 “Dev are you alright?” Lyste gently asked, kneeling down so he was eye level with him.

 “Fine…” Dev mumbled, unable to look him in the eye.

 “Dev you can talk to me,” Lyste gently said, resting a hand on Dev’s shoulder and squeezing it.

 “I don’t need to talk.” Dev mumbled.

 “You don’t have to be afraid,” Lyste whispered.

 “I’m not afraid,” Dev said.

 “You have every right to be scared Ezra,” Lyste whispered, Dev tensing.

 “I’m no-“

 “I helped Kallus with all of this,” Lyste hurriedly said. “I will not let anything happen to you while Kallus is gone I promise.” Dev stared at Lyste with wide eyes, trying to figure out if he was telling the truth or not. Either way though he knew his secret so the only thing he could do for now was go along with him and hope he was telling the truth.

 “Okay,” Dev mumbled. Lyste smiled and held out his hand for Dev to take. Dev hesitated to take it before reluctantly grabbing it, tightly clinging onto it. He hated feeling so alone, hated feeling so vulnerable. Dev wasn’t completely sure he fully trusted Lyste, but he needed someone who was on his side. Lyste gently squeezed it back, flashing him a small smile.

 “Will you be okay sitting with me through my meetings?”  Lyste asked.

 “I guess I have to be,” Dev said, shrugging.

 “I suppose yes that’s true,” Lyste agreed. “I hope you won’t be too bored at least.” Dev shrugged as Lyste led him through the halls.

 “I see you have a new shadow,” Briggs said, startling Dev.

 “For a few days while Kallus is on a mission yes,” Lyste said, tugging Dev closer to his side, not that Dev needed any encouraging.

 “I hope his brat has learned a few manners,” Briggs said, leering at Dev.

 “Are you referring to yourself or Dev?” Lyste asked with a smirk.

 “How dare you!” Briggs growled.

 “You asked,” Lyste said, stepping around Briggs, gently tugging Dev’s hand to pull him along. “Now I’m late for a very important meeting with the adults, hopefully someday you’ll be invited with us.” Lyste added as he marched past, leaving Briggs fuming behind them.

 “I’m…not an adult though,” Dev mumbled.

 “That’s what makes it so funny,” Lyste explained, making Dev giggle.

 “Won’t he be angry with you?”

“Oh he is, but there’s not much he can do,” Lyste assured.

 “Are you sure?” Dev nervously asked.

 “Positive, don’t worry about him alright?”

 “Alright…” Dev reluctantly agreed, hovering close to Lyste’s side as they entered a large room

with dozens of people Dev had never seen before. Thankfully they all paid him little mind, only addressing Lyste before starting the meeting. Initially Dev tried to pay attention to what was being said in an effort to stave off boredom, but very quickly he found himself getting bored listen to the old men drone on and on about things he cared very little about.

 Between the boring topics, and lack of sleep the night before, Dev found himself drifting off to sleep. His eyes grew heavier by the minute, body slowly slumping forward…no he needed to stay awake, it would be rude if he feel asleep and they’d be angry at him for falling asleep. But he was so tired…

 “Dev,” Lyste whispered, gently shaking him.

 “I wasn’t sleeping!” Dev whispered, eyes wide in terror.

 “Of course not,” Lyste agreed with a smirk. “The meeting is over though.”

 “Oh….” Dev mumbled. Had he fallen asleep and not realized it?  

 “Come on, I bet you could use some good food,” Lyste said, standing up.

 “Okay….” Dev mumbled, standing up as well.

 “Would you rather stay in your room for the rest of the day?” Lyste gently asked, “I have several more meetings that may bore you to death.”

 “There’s nothing to do in my room,” Dev mumbled. “I might as well stay with you.” Besides being alone in his room suddenly seemed far more frightening then going around with Lyste all day, if he stayed in his room there would be no one there to help if someone tried to take him away.

 “I see….” Lyste uncertainly said. “Whatever you’re more comfortable with.” He wanted Kallus to be back home and safe with him- he was the only one Dev knew he could completely trust, without him he was lost and scared, just like when his parents were taken away. No matter how hard he wished though, Kallus wouldn’t come home until his mission was done, so all he could do was wait.