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Goddess

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: Alexia just can't help herself

WARNINGS: Minor sexual content

Alexia's mind doesn't wander during sex usually.

Why would it?

She's got you right where she wants you, like an angel as you moan out your pleasure.

You're beautiful in this position, perfect like you always are but, still, Alexia's mind wanders.

She's an attentive lover even as her gaze shifts to the bedside table.

It's from IKEA, she's pretty sure. She doesn't actually know. All she knows is you disappeared one day and came home with two flatpacks that you made Alexia build as you sat on the bed and watched tv.

You'd rewarded her with kisses, of course, but you'd also insisted she build them then and there and refused to make dinner until she did.

Your bedside table is cluttered now. There's a lamp that Alexia's never seen you use perched atop it along with your phone charger. All three of your drawers are filled to the brim with your jewellery - rings, bracelets, necklaces.

It's unfair really, Alexia thinks as she thrusts deeper, drawing a loud whine from your perfect lips as you bite at the pillow so the neighbours don't complain again.

It's so unfair that you can so easily switch between gold and silver jewellery. It's unfair that no matter what you wear, you always achieve that ethereal quality like how you always look like you've descended from upon high.

You can close your eyes, dip your hands, gentle and careful like always, into your bedside drawers. You can draw your jewellery out like they're sacred threads on a loom, reverent and awe-filled always.

It doesn't matter what you put on your body.

You have a timeless beauty that Alexia can do nothing but marvel at, in awe of you like always no matter what you're wearing, no matter what you're doing, no matter the time of day.

Marvel at you like she is now, momentarily pulled from her thoughts by you writhing under her, gasping and whining like it's all you can do.

She leans down, kissing your shoulder and hooking her chin over it so her lips can brush against the shell of your ear.

"Are you doing okay, beautiful?"

You whine, a beautiful, broken thing that has pride filling Alexia's chest.

"S-So good," You moan out as Alexia hits that one spot she could find blindfolded.

"Yeah? You feeling good?"

"Y-Yeah."

Alexia draws back, laying another soft, reverent kiss to your shoulder as she thrusts a bit harder into you.

Her mind wanders again, eyes lazily looking over at her bedside table.

Unlike yours, hers is neat.

There's no lamp on the top of it.

Her phone charger is plugged in elsewhere.

It's just a water bottle for her to drink from when she wakes up in the morning.

Her three drawers are practically empty. The bottom one holds her passport usually but that's currently packed away in her travel bag for her next away trip.

The other two are empty usually.

But not today.

They haven't been empty for the past two months actually, no matter what Alexia tells you.

Two things rest there.

Two potentially perfect things.

If Alexia could ever make a decision.

Sometimes she would open up the first ring box and stare, imagining the golden band and the beautiful diamond sparking in the early morning sun as you stretch out in the golden sunlight, sitting out in on the balcony with a coffee made lovingly by Alexia with a book that she'd recommended to you months ago.

But then the second ring box would catch her eye.

She can picture it so easily in her mind.

The silver band snuggly situated on your ring finger, bathed in the silver moonlight. You'd be fresh from your shower, wrapped up snuggly in Alexia's robe. Your head would be thrown back, laughing at whatever Alexia's said.

Both of the rings would look perfect on your finger and that's the problem.

You look perfect in anything. Any clothes. Any jewellery. Any makeup.

With or without it all.

You gasp under her and Alexia gently coaxes you down from your high, careful hands steadying your shaking body as she holds you so tenderly.

"Marry me," She blurts out when you pull away from the lazy kiss you share.

For a moment, Alexia's heart misses a bit, eyes grow wide at her own audacity.

You don't deserve a proposal like this.

You deserve to be wined and dined. You deserve a big speech filled with all the things Alexia loves about. You deserve all the promises Alexia knows how to make.

You don't deserve this even if your post sex glow has Alexia free falling for you, plummeting closer and the closer to the ground just so she can look up into the sky to gaze upon you, to look at you how you were meant to be viewed.

Like a goddess.

You deserve so much more than a post-sex proposal.

"Yes," You whisper against her lips," Do I get to choose my ring now? Or did you want me to wear each of them on different days?"

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“The Butcher and The Wolf”pt.2

Commander Wolffe x Princess Reader

R4 trilled while plugging data‑spikes into the sleek shuttle’s nav‑computer; TC polished the boarding ramp as though senators would rate its shine. Inside, [Y/N] sealed a crate of festival gifts—kyber‑laced lanterns, citrus‑spiced tihaar—when the hangar doors parted.

In strode Master Plo Coon and Kenobi, with his most innocent smile. Behind them Commander Cody and an impeccably straight‑backed Commander Wolffe.

Kenobi surveyed the scene, eyes twinkling. “My lady, I trust Coruscant treated you… memorably?”

Plo’s mask inclined. “Yes, I understand you’ve already formed a—shall we say—effective working rapport with our best security personnel.”

TC’s head swiveled. “If you refer to last night’s flawless briefing, Masters, I assure you my presentation notes were—”

“—copied from my schematics,” R4 beeped smugly.

Kenobi chuckled. “Quite. Though some reports suggest the princess herself gathered more… field intelligence than anticipated.”

Wolffe’s helmet visor dipped a millimeter; only Cody saw the pained grimace. He murmured, “Steady, vod, you’ve faced droid armies—Jedi teasing won’t kill you.”

[Y/N] kept a serene smile. “Coruscant was enlightening, Master Kenobi. Your commanders are… thorough.”

“Thorough,” Kenobi echoed, barely suppressing a grin. “An admirable quality.”

Plo produced a data‑chip. “Your Highness, these are revised escort protocols for the festival. The Council looks forward to cooperating.”

Cody added, “Wolfpack leads the clone detachment. We’ll rendezvous in orbit over Karthuna.” He patted Wolffe’s pauldron. “Commander is eager to ensure everything runs smoothly.”

Wolffe managed, “Honored to serve, Princess.” Translation: please let the floor swallow me.

R4 gave a warbling laugh. TC translated dryly, “R4 suggests the commander already has extensive knowledge of our customs—particularly nightlife.”

Kenobi coughed into his sleeve; even Plo’s mask seemed to smile.

[Y/N] ascended the ramp, pausing beside Wolffe. Low enough for only him: “Try not to judge anyone before second breakfast, Commander.”

He answered just as quietly, “Next time, title first, drinks second.”

Her wink was pure mischief. “Where’s the fun in that?”

With diplomatic farewells exchanged, the Jedi departed, Cody dragging a still‑smirking Kenobi. Wolffe lingered as engines warmed, visor reflecting the princess who had upended his meticulously ordered world.

R4’s hatch closed, TC waved primly, and the shuttle lifted skyward—toward open borders, a five‑day festival, and a reunion sure to test the Wolf’s composure more than any battlefield.

⸻

Commander Wolffe had survived orbital bombardments, trench sieges, and General Grievous’s cackling—but nothing tested endurance like the embassy’s protocol droid at full lecture speed.

TC strode the aisle between jump‑seats where Wolffe, Boost, and Sinker buckled in.

“…and the Festival of Dawning begins with a kuur‑vaan procession. That translates roughly as ‘dance of a thousand sparks,’ involving micro‑kyber filaments that ignite in sequence—quite breathtaking, provided you wear appropriate eye shielding. Now, the correct greeting is ‘Gal’shara’ with palms outward—never inward, or you imply the listener lacks honor. Also, avoid offering your left hand—historically used for bloodletting rituals dating back—”

Sinker slumped. “Commander, permission to eject myself through the air‑lock.”

Boost whispered, “Could be worse—could be a Senate speech.”

TC continued, undeterred. “—and if you’re offered sapphire tihaar, remember it’s an apology drink, not casual refreshment. Accepting without cause is tantamount to admitting fault. Speaking of fault, did you know the northern fault‑line—”

Wolffe pinched the bridge of his nose. “Droid, compile this in a datapad. My men will study quietly.”

“Oh, certainly, Commander. I have already prepared a 312‑page primer, complete with holo‑graphs.”

Sinker mouthed three‑hundred‑twelve?! Boost mimed choking.

⸻

[Y/N] sat cross‑legged in her cabin, R4 projecting a secure blue holo of King Talren—silver‑bearded, stern eyes softened only for his daughter.

“Little Dawn,” he greeted, using her childhood nickname, “I won’t waste time. Loyalist scouts uncovered three insurgent cells. Extremists insist reopening our borders is betrayal; some whisper of Separatist aid.”

A map flared beside him—red sigils in mountain passes.

“I need those cells silenced before the festival opens,” the king said. “You know the terrain. Take whatever force is required, but keep off‑worlders uninvolved. This must look like an internal matter.”

[Y/N] bowed her head. “It will be done, Father.”

The holo faded. R4 beeped a query.

“Prep infiltration loadouts,” she answered. “Low‑flash sabers, sonic mines, and two squads of Shadow Guard on standby. We strike first nightfall.”

R4 warbled approval, projecting tactical overlays. She added waypoints, carving silent routes Wolffe’s clones would never notice.

⸻

Later, passing Wolffe in the corridor, [Y/N] offered a casual nod. He paused, as if sensing undercurrents, but protocol kept him silent.

Behind him TC called, “Commander, I neglected to mention Karthunese dining order—if the Princess serves you last, it’s actually a sign of high esteem—”

Wolffe muttered a prayer for battlefield blasterfire to drown out etiquette lessons.

In her quarters, [Y/N] traced insurgent sigils on the holo with a gloved fingertip, resolve hardening. Opening Karthuna’s doors to the galaxy meant showing strength the old way—quiet, decisive, unseen.

And if the Wolf and his troopers never learned how the festival stayed peaceful, all the better.

⸻

The twin suns of Karthuna cast copper light over the obsidian‑paved sky‑dock as the Republic cruiser settled with a hiss of repulsors. King Talren stood flanked by honor guards whose sun‑metal armor threw brilliant flares into the air. Behind him waited the planetary senator, Senator Vessar, and the ever‑skeptical Governor of Interior Works, Governor Rhun.

The ramp dropped. Out strode Masters Plo Coon and Kenobi, Chancellor Palpatine in ceremonial crimson, a cluster of senators, and the clone detachment led by Commanders Cody and Wolffe flanked by Boost and Sinker.

Talren bowed with a warrior’s economy. “Karthuna welcomes the Republic. May the Force greet you as friend and guest.”

A respectful murmur answered. Yet even before introductions concluded, his daughter slipped to his side, murmured, “Urgent Shadow Guard matter, Father,” and—still in civilian vest and braid—beelined for a sand‑silver speeder.

Wolffe’s visor tracked her, but protocol held him. Engines howled; the speeder vanished down a cliff‑side lift‑tube toward the high passes.

Talren inhaled—the first lie ready on his tongue.

⸻

Kenobi stepped forward, large smile in place. “Your Majesty, we look forward to your famous Festival of Dawning.”

“As do we all,” Talren replied, steering the party toward the citadel’s balcony overlooking the festival valley—far from launch bays or military comms.

Chancellor Palpatine clasped gloved hands. “Your daughter leads the festivities, does she not? I had hoped to congratulate her.”

“She prepares a…surprise presentation,” Talren said smoothly. “Artists’ temperaments, Chancellor.”

Governor Rhun muttered just loud enough, “More like a warrior itching for mischief.”

Senator Vessar chimed in, tone dripping dry humor, “I assure our off‑world partners the princess habitually vanishes moments before debuting something spectacular—or spectacularly dangerous.”

Talren fixed them both with a steel‑edged smile that promised discussion later.

Plo Coon shifted his weight, Kel‑Dor mask unreadable. “Your Highness, Clone Commander Wolffe will require coordination with your security captain.”

“Of course.” Talren gestured toward the fortress doors. “Commander, my staff will relay schematics over luncheon. Meanwhile, allow me to show the Chancellor our kyber‑terraced gardens—quite safe, I assure you.”

Wolffe’s unspoken protest died behind the visor; duty bound, he followed Cody toward a briefing alcove where TC awaited with yet another data‑slab. Talren breathed easier: one crisis delayed, if not averted.

As the king guided the diplomats through colonnades, Governor Rhun leaned in: “You risk interstellar incident if the princess sparks bloodshed while the Republic picnics outside our walls.”

Talren’s voice stayed velvet, danger beneath. “Better insurgent blood in the mountains than senator blood in the streets.”

Senator Vessar added, half‑teasing, “If she returns with soot on her boots, I shall schedule extra press holos to reframe it as heroic cultural demonstration.”

Kenobi caught the whisper, grin curving. “Your court seems…spirited, Majesty.”

Talren allowed the tiniest exhale of amusement. “Karthuna has waited fifteen years to step back onto the galactic stage, General. We intend to give a performance worth the ticket.”

Above them, fireworks crews tested micro‑sparklers; bright hisses masked the distant roar of a speeder blazing toward insurgent territory.

In a quiet moment against the balcony rail, Talren gazed over valley tents blooming for festival week, mind split between choreography of diplomats and the razor‑work his daughter undertook beyond those peaks.

He whispered to the wind, “Return swift, Little Dawn.”

⸻

By mid‑afternoon the princess was still missing.

Commander Wolffe stood on the citadel parapet overlooking the valley’s bustling festival city, visor fixed on the distant scar of mountains her speeder had taken.

Local Sun‑Guard Captain Arven stepped up, spearhaft tapping stone.

“Enjoying the view, off‑worlder?”

“I’d enjoy it more if your crown heir were within com‑range,” Wolffe replied. “Transmit her last coordinates.”

“Princess has classified authority.”

Wolffe’s servo‑joint clicked as his gauntlet clenched. “My mandate is to protect every Republic dignitary on this rock—including her.”

Arven smirked. “Karthuna protected itself centuries before troopers in white armor needed it. Stand down, Commander.”

Cody’s voice crackled through Wolffe’s comlink: “Easy, vod. Diplomacy first.”

Wolffe never took his eye from the peaks. Diplomacy ends when the VIP bleeds, he thought—and weighed the odds of “borrowing” a gunship.

New LAATs screamed in, disgorging Jedi and clones.

Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano with the 501st, assigned to guard Senator Padmé Amidala of Naboo and a cadre of Core‑World legislators.

Masters Mace Windu and Ki‑Adi‑Mundi arrived with Commanders Ponds and Bacara respectively, doubling ground strength.

Skywalker clapped Wolffe’s pauldron. “Heard your princess pulled a disappearing act—sounds like my kind of trouble.”

“Not helping, General,” Wolffe growled, though Ahsoka’s sympathetic grin eased his temper a notch.

Senators debarked in a flurry of aides, holo‑recorders, and fashion impractical for mountain air. Festival staff hustled to reroute them toward reception halls—distraction, Talren hoped, until his daughter returned.

Master Yoda, leaning on his gimer stick, sought King Talren atop a sun‑warmed terrace strewn with kyber wind‑chimes. The diminutive Jedi regarded the monarch’s sun‑metal cuirass and the twin‑bladed saber at his hip.

“Strong in the Force, your people are,” Yoda began. “Yet light and dark you name not. Curious, this is.”

Talren inclined his head. “Master, on Karthuna we are taught: there is no dawn without night. Deny darkness, and daylight loses meaning. Balance is not the absence of shadow, but its harmony with light.”

“Hmmm.” Yoda’s ears twitched thoughtfully. “Unnatural, you say, to void one side?”

“As unnatural as silencing half a heartbeat,” Talren answered. “We do not fear the shadow; we fear imbalance.”

Wind‑chimes chimed like distant sabers. Yoda closed his eyes, absorbing the resonance.

“Much to learn, even I have,” he murmured. “And much to guard, we both must.”

Talren’s gaze drifted to the mountains. “Agreed, Master Yoda. Balance must sometimes be defended by hidden blades.”

⸻

Sunset torched the valley when a sand‑silver speeder roared through the citadel gates. Clone guards scrambled aside as [Y/N] leapt off, still in dust‑streaked vest and combat shorts. She vaulted a barricade, sprinting for the grand foyer.

“Hey—civilian access is restricted!” bellowed Commander Fox, Crimson Guard staff lowered across her path.

She halted, breath steady despite the climb. “I live here, thanks.”

Before Fox could run ID, Chancellor Palpatine emerged from a delegation knot, eyes narrowing with fox‑like curiosity.

“My dear, racing through secure halls in such…practical attire—is something amiss?”

[Y/N] offered a flawless court bow that contrasted sharply with her grime‑spattered boots. “Merely last‑minute festival preparations, Chancellor. Please excuse me; I must dress for the gala.”

Palpatine’s smile sliced thin. “Ah, duty never rests. I look forward to your presentation this evening.”

Fox straightened as realization dawned. “Wait—you’re—”

She winked. “Classified, Commander.” Then slipped past, leaving red armor and red robes equally bemused.

In her chamber, TC fussed with brocade gowns while R4 powered a sonic shower.

“Your Highness, the schedule is punishing: welcome gala at nineteen‑hundred, holo‑address at twenty‑two, and saber exhibition by dawn.”

“Then we’d better look lethal and lovely,” [Y/N] said, toweling off. She chose a floor‑length gown of midnight silk that clung to sculpted muscle, high slits revealing thigh holsters for compact hilts. Sun‑metal pauldrons mirrored her crown, but the gown’s sleeveless cut displayed the lattice of scars down both arms—plasma burns, shrapnel lines, duelist nicks—each a story she refused to hide.

TC clipped the circlet into her damp hair. “Might I suggest gloves to soften the, ah, impression?”

She flexed scarred fingers. “No. Let the galaxy see what Karthuna’s balance looks like.”

R4 projected her entrance route. She studied it, then smiled. “Time to charm senators, silence rumors, and—perhaps—make a wolf squirm.”

⸻

A fanfare of crystal horns cut through conversation. Doors parted, revealing Princess [Y/N] radiant in midnight silk and sun‑metal crown, scars on her bare arms glinting like silver filigree. Senators gasped—half at the regality, half at the unapologetic battle‑marks.

Master Kenobi murmured to Skywalker, “Grace and menace in equal measure—definitely your type, Anakin.”

Skywalker smirked. “She’d have me for breakfast.”

Padmé Amidala complimented the gown’s craftsmanship; [Y/N] returned praise for Naboo’s relief programs, steering talk away from rumored insurgents.

Master Windu approached her, he attempted to discuss security perimeters; the princess assured him Karthuna’s Shadow Guard had “every shadow covered.”

Across the room, Governor Rhun whispered to holoreporters, stoking stories of her “reckless mountain excursion.” TC hovered, intercepting leading questions with cutting etiquette lessons.

Commander Wolffe, helmet clipped to belt, stood near a terrace arch with Cody and Plo Coon. When [Y/N] approached, conversation faltered like a blaster misfire.

She offered a delicate curtsy—mischief in her eyes. “Commander, I trust the briefing notes were…illuminating?”

“They were extensive,” Wolffe said evenly. “Yet somehow omitted your talent for disappearing.”

“Ah, but every good security test includes an unscheduled drill.” She stepped closer, voice just for him: “You passed—eventually.”

The faintest flush darkened Wolffe’s neck. “Next time give me a comm frequency, not a cliff to chase.”

[Y/N] arched a brow. “And deny you the exercise?” Her fingers brushed the edge of his pauldron as she glided past. “Meet me on the terrace at midnight—strictly business, of course.”

Wolffe exhaled—half growl, half laugh—as Cody elbowed him, grinning. “Careful, vod. That one dances with both halves of the Force.”

Strings struck up Karthuna’s dawn‑waltz. Jedi mingled with diplomats while clone troopers ringed the hall’s perimeter. Suspicion, politics, and bright music braided in the air—yet for a heartbeat, harmony held.

In the high galleries, R4 scanned faces, feeding the princess data on a Separatist envoy concealed among trade delegates—tonight’s real threat.

Midnight loomed, and outside the terrace doors, mountain winds whispered of balance, blades, and a wolf answering a princess’s call.

⸻

Princess [Y/N] leaned against the balustrade, moon‑silver kissing the scars on her shoulders. Commander Wolffe stood close, arms folded—attempt at stoic ruined by her playful tug on the strap of his pauldron.

“Still on duty, Commander?” she teased.

“Always.”

“So devoted,” she murmured, fingers ghosting along the seam where synth‑skin met armor. “Makes a woman wonder how else that focus might—”

A scarlet bolt sizzled through the ballroom windows. Shouts. Glass rained like crystal hail.

Inside, Governor Rhun lay sprawled behind an overturned buffet, cloak smoking at the shoulder. Clone guards returned fire toward upper galleries; a masked shooter vaulted onto a chandelier cable and vanished in a flash‑grenade’s glare.

Skywalker, Ahsoka, Windu ignited sabers; Cody’s troopers fanned out. Wolffe ushered [Y/N] through the shattered doors into the throne corridor, senators scrambling behind.

⸻

Heavy doors slammed. Present: King Talren, Chancellor Palpatine, Masters Yoda, Windu, Kenobi, Commanders Cody, Wolffe, Ponds, Bacara, Senator Padmé, and a handful of shaken delegates. Rhun, arm bacta‑wrapped, was dragged in by medics.

Tension whipped like live wire.

[Y/N] broke the silence, voice flat: “Pity the shooter missed.”

Gasps; Wolffe’s helmet snapped toward her.

Rhun snarled. “Should’ve been you that got shot!”

She advanced, eyes blazing. “I opposed reopening our borders. Tonight proves me right. We invited every power broker in the war to one valley—painted a target the size of a moon.”

King Talren’s tone cut ice. “Peace requires risk.”

“Blind risk courts massacre,” she shot back. “Insurgents in our mountains, Separatist agents in our ballroom—now assassins under our roof.”

Palpatine interjected silkily, “Surely, Princess, the Republic can strengthen your security.”

“More soldiers won’t erase the bull’s‑eye you represent, Chancellor.”

Mace Windu’s gaze narrowed. “You suggest isolation while the galaxy burns?”

“I suggest survival,” she answered.

Arguments flared—senators citing diplomacy, clones citing protocol. Wolffe stepped between factions, voice drill‑sergeant sharp: “Focus. Assassin is still loose. Mandates later, lockdown now.”

Plo Coon, calm amid storm, nodded approval.

King Talren exhaled. “Commander Wolffe, you have joint authority with my Shadow Guard. Hunt the shooter.”

Wolffe met [Y/N]’s gaze—heat of earlier flirtation replaced by razor respect. “Princess—coming?”

She clicked twin sabers to her belt. “Lead the way, Commander.”

Rhun blanched; Padmé exchanged a knowing look with Kenobi—battle partners born.

The moment the throne‑room doors slammed behind them, [Y/N] was already moving—midnight gown gathered in one fist, the other dropping her double sabers into waiting palms.

Wolffe fell in at her shoulder, DC‑17 raised. The marble corridor echoed with their synchronized footfalls.

“Shadow Guard breach tunnel’s this way,” she hissed, sweeping aside a wall‑tapestry to reveal a spiral stair cut straight into obsidian.

He nodded once. “After you, Princess.”

The air grew cooler, alive with a faint crystalline hum. Iridescent kyber veins glowed within the stone, casting violet and jade shadows across their path.

Wolffe switched his helmet lamp to low‑band; [Y/N] didn’t bother—her people’s Force‑attuned sight caught every shimmer.

A blaster scorch on the stair railing.

“Fresh,” she murmured.

“Means we’re close,” Wolffe replied, pulse settling into the calm that preceded battle.

The stair disgorged them into a vast cavern—kyber pillars rising like frozen lightning. At the far end, the assassin’s silhouette leapt between crystal spires, cloak tattered by security bolts.

Wolffe’s comm clicked twice—Boost and Sinker sealing exits above.

“Corner him,” Wolffe ordered.

“Alive,” [Y/N] added. “I want intel before he bleeds out.”

They split wordlessly: Wolffe low along a mineral ridge, [Y/N] sprinting the high ledge, gown whipping behind like a war‑banner.

The assassin spun, twin WESTARs barking scarlet. Wolffe dove, bolts sparking off crystal as [Y/N] sprang from above, sabers igniting.

A vibro‑dagger flicked from the assassin’s wrist—met by Wolffe’s gauntlet, beskad plating deflecting the strike. He slammed the butt of his pistol into the assailant’s ribs.

“Yield,” the commander growled.

A hissed curse the killer smashed a detonator against the pillar. Kyber screamed as fractures spider‑webbed, light flaring.

[Y/N] threw Wolffe back with a Force‑shove and thrust both sabers into the crystal, channeling energy away in a surge of blinding radiance. The explosion muted to a concussive thump; shards rained harmlessly.

When vision cleared, the assassin lay dazed, binders already clamping on under Wolffe’s practiced hands.

“Who hired you?” the princess demanded.

The prisoner spat blood, defiant. “Karthuna’s own who crave true freedom—and the Confederacy rewards such courage.”

Wolffe’s visor tipped toward [Y/N]. Confirmation.

⸻

Governor Rhun’s voice boomed across the ballroom remnant—holocams hovering:

“This outrage proves openness invites anarchy! I petition immediate curfew, martial oversight by local forces, and expulsion of unnecessary off‑world elements!”

Several senators, rattled, murmured agreement. Separatist sympathizers whispered through the crowd, feeding fear.

Master Windu folded his arms. “Governor, the assassin wielded Separatist tech. Cooperation with the Republic, not isolation, thwarts such threats.”

Rhun’s smile was razor‑thin. “Yet my princess would see me dead; perhaps the Council should examine internal loyalties first.”

King Talren’s reply was cut short by the distant rumble of kyber—catacomb fight vibrations reaching high halls. Panic rippled anew.

Wolffe and [Y/N] emerged, armor and gown dusted in crystal powder, prisoner in tow. Gasps rippled through assembled officials.

“Governor Rhun,” [Y/N] announced, voice carrying. “Your assassin failed. And he’s confessed to Separatist backing—backing that feeds on fear you happily sow.”

Rhun’s complexion drained.

Palpatine stepped forward, tone silken. “A grave accusation, Princess. Proof?”

Wolffe activated the assassin’s cracked vambrace: a holo‑sigil of the Techno Union flickered. That, plus recorded confession from his helmet‑cam, filled the air in chilling blue.

Yoda’s ears drooped, sad but certain. “Darkness invited not by borders, but hearts seeking power, yes.”

Arguments flared, but now the tide shifted: senators demanding inquiry into Rhun’s dealings, Jedi reinforcing joint patrols, clones and Sun‑Guard sharing data rather than territory. The assassin was led away.

In the aftershock, [Y/N] turned to Wolffe, adrenaline still bright in her eyes.

“You kept up,” she said softly.

“You lit up half a mountain,” he retorted, relief threading the words.

A grin tugged her lips. “Balance, Commander—little light, little dark.”

His chuckle surprised them both. “Next time, maybe just a dance.”

She offered her arm—scarred, unhidden. He took it, escorting her back into the fractured ballroom where a new balance—uneasy, hard‑won—waited to be forged.

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Bad Omens HCs

With everyone posting their headcanons, I'm going to join in and tell you all my hcs of Bad Omens. Buckle up buttercup, we're talking boyfriend material and NSFW.

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Folio

My hc is that this man is the teddy bear boyfriend. He's the boyfriend that doesn't have to do anything in particular with you, just as long as you're there spending quality time together. He's a man that likes fishing. Fishing is a lot of waiting, a lot of sitting, and just chillin with a cold one popped open in his hand. So even if you two are sitting next to each other in silence, that's enough for him. He'll reach out to grab your feet to place them in his lap and rub them while you're reading so you have the ultimate relaxation. When he's working on his bike, he'll come to you with puppy dog eyes and ask for help, but all he really wants is for you to sit outside with him while he's changing the spark plugs or replacing a sensor. He's also a jokester, so fully expect to be called "dumbass" at least once a day, but he knows you'll call him a "fuckin bitch" right back. (lovingly, of course) And when you two fall asleep at night, he's going to smother you with cuddles and squeeze you to death so you don't have the chance to leave.

Sexually? This man is open to trying anything, as long as you want to. He's got a steady rhythm as he's disappearing inside of you and he's not going to stop until you come undone around him. His hands stay busy due to hitting drums nightly, so he prefers his girl on top so he can take those calloused palms and run them all over her body, touching, massaging, and maybe a slap or two. He's vocal. He's going to tell you that he loves how tight your pussy is as you roll your hips chasing your own high. He's going to ask you who owns that pussy, and you love telling him that he does. He loves blowjobs, watching you on your knees as your lips are wrapped around his cock working him over. Better relax that throat, cause he's going to end up thrusting himself into your mouth as much as he can. When you two are spent, he's going to take every last bit of energy he has to make sure you're all cleaned up and comfortable before bringing you your favorite pajamas and a glass of water.

Jolly

Jolly's the protector, you're his girl and everyone knows not to fuck with Jolly's Lady™. He's more of a chill boyfriend, wanting to stay home with you and watch movies while everyone else is hitting up the bar. He wants to take you out on dates at the fancy restaurants because that's what you deserve. He'll be out on tour and you'll come home from a long day of work to a bouquet of roses on your counter with a note that says "Miss you sweet girl". And when you FaceTime him to thank him, he's going to be grinning ear to ear because it made your day. He gives all of his trust in a relationship, so he doesn't care who you hang out with or where you go, as long as he knows you're safe and having fun. If anyone were to ever cross you, they'd immediately be placed on his shit list for life. And they better be lucky you talked him down from confronting them for having the audacity to upset his Lady because he would 100% "take care" of someone who hurt you.

In the bedroom, he's a dominant. He's the oldest man in the group and this man has experience. He knows how to bring you to your climax quickly and easily because he knows your body so well, but I think he likes to take him time with you. He likes to roughen things up a bit and loves to make you beg for him to enter you after teasing you all night at said fancy restaurant. If this man puts his hair up in a bun at the beginning of sexy time, you know you're in it for the whole night. He loves rope play, making you sit on your knees waiting patiently as he tightens the knots around your limbs. He'll never do something you're not 100% sure about, and as a matter of fact, he won't do it at all until you're begging for it. Sex, to him, is all for his Lady. He can beat his meat in the bathroom, he doesn't care, but you? You deserve to see stars as much as you and your body can handle. Afterwards, he's going to run you a warm bath with your favorite bath bomb and sit next to you as he takes the washcloth and cleans you up, because a Lady deserves to be taken care of properly.

Noah

He's the learning boyfriend. He wants to do his best giving you his undivided attention, he promises, but he just had a revelation about a song he's working on and he has to jot it down before it disappears. He's a perfectionist, not only in his music, but in making sure when you two schedule plans, it goes accordingly. Even if that means rushing you through your makeup before going out to your anniversary dinner because the reservation is for 6:00, not 6:02. He needs a girl that's patient and understanding, because he's going to hole himself in his studio for days at a time making sure a song is just the way he imagined it. He's going to be exhausted, but when he walks into the bedroom with heavy bags under his eyes, you're going to open your arms and welcome him into your bosom so he can get some much needed rest.

But he's not an dom like a lot of fics portray him as. He has to be in control in a lot of aspects of his life, being a perfectionist and all. So the bedroom is the one place he likes to lose control and give it to you. He wants you to tell him what to do, not in a dominating way, but the sex is all for you and your pleasure- so whatever you want, he'll make sure it's what you get. Speaking of your pleasure, this man is a pussy eater to his core. We've seen/heard about how much this man loves eating pussy and he'll bury himself in your folds like it's his last meal. Sometimes after a stressful day, he'll come to you and rub your knee asking if you could just spread your legs open a little bit so he can have a small taste. He'll lose himself in your slick to the point this man is panting when he pauses for air because he wants to dive right back in. He's not going to stop until he's satiated, and that takes a while. So if this man goes down on you, you better clear your schedule for the next few hours. We've also seen that he had a mirror on his closet door, and boy does he love watching you in the mirror bouncing on him.

Nicholas

He's the tender hearted boyfriend. When he loves you, it's unconditional, it's everlasting, and he puts his all into it. He got home from tour early one day and decided to decorate the house as a surprise for when you get off of work. He loves helping you in the kitchen, baking alongside you so he can find out what makes your choco chip cookies so amazing. He's a tattoo artist, so he catches every little detail of everything. He'll be sitting on the couch sketching something and noticed how your nose scrunches just right as you're trying to solve a 1000 piece puzzle, and next thing he knows he has your portrait on the page. Your home is filled with his artwork. You are so proud of his creations, him just slightly shy that all of your guests will see, but he sees your face light up with every piece and he would draw across the world just to see you smile.

Everyone knows him as the shy, tender hearted boyfriend, but in the bedroom it's the total opposite. This is a side only you will see. I believe this man is the true alpha out of all of the men. There will be some times where you two make love, slow and steady and gazing into each other's eyes as you both come undone. But, he loves temperature play, making you gasp between hot wax and melting ice cubes. He's going to edge you and string you along all night until tears are filling your eyes as you beg for release. He's the one that'll work you up all day, but make you watch him as he pumps his cock to climax and you get nothing because you couldn't stop teasing him at dinner with the guys. He loves calling you his good girl, and good girls wait to do anything until their man says so. But when he's finished making you regret your choices, he's going to cave in and make sure you cum at least once, because he hates seeing his girl so needy, wanting, and neglected. He'll give you proper aftercare, making sure you're clean and comfortable after a session, and he's going to ask you a million times if he went too far, if it was too much, and if there's anything he can do better for your pleasure.

[toxictaicho]

Bleach Smut Fest 2025 - Day Seven - Pride: How orcs are born?

orc Kenpachi Zaraki/orc Mayuri Kurotsuchi (LOTR crossover) 1,7K, Smut & fluff ⚠️TW: monsterfucking, omegaverse, breeding, mpreg, smell kink, drinking, nastiness, piercings, rimming

Drawings: here and here

AO3 version

How orcs are born?

There are lot of speculations. That they’re born from earth. Or they come from kidnapped elves and humans. Or that female orcs in fact exist. All of these are partially true.

Biggest mystery is how they’re born in such big numbers.

Let’s start with mating rituals of orcs. They can mate all year round, both males and females being able to get pregnant. Their hierarchy is based on ABO dynamics, mostly omegas bearing the youth, alphas taking care of their mates, betas who can do both. When orcs are in heat they produce pheromones causing their settlement smell worse than usual. They also fight a lot. There are fights for right to mate, also fights between potential mates. Orc that finds their suitor unlikable will show him their disinterest by violence. Some suitors use violence, some try to lure potential mates for gifts, be it fine carcass, equipment or something different that might spark interest.

If orc finds their suitor based or physic condition, pheromones or quality of gifts suitable, actual mating can happen. Their coitus is similar like in humans, but all orcs have reproductive organ where fetus is formed. When their bodily fluids are mixed, jelly-like egg is formed in body of the recipient. This egg grows faster than human fetus. After two weeks orc lays this egg size of a plum into the mud, where it’s buried and left to it’s destiny. Parental role ends there for the orc and they’re able to mate again. That’s how they multiply so quickly.

Fetus in jelly egg continues to grow fast under the ground. After two months fully grown orc is formed, it rips it’s placenta and emerges from the dirt. Sometimes this process is artificially speed up and orc is pulled out of the earth.

…

Kurotsuchi was smaller, goblin-like orc from Mordor. His skin was brownish-green, covered in uneven scars and stitches. He had pierced nipples and belly button, wearing animal bones jewelry in them. His eyes were yellow and severely bloodshot, teeth yellow and sharp but relatively even for an orc. On top of his head was tuft of blue hair and he had big brass plugs in his ear gauges.

This small orc was not overly physically strong nor fast, but he compensated it with high intelligence, quite rare among the orcs. He was interested in science and liked to make poisons, from plants, animals or inorganic matter. These poisons he used in battle and distributed among soldiers. Not only he was top alchemist in Mordor but also pyrotechnic.

Kurotsuchi was omega. He was not very interested in mating, hiding his scent under repellents and stabbing anyone who would touch him. He had some offspring in past, but his relationships were rather short. This would change this time though.

After Isengard fell, some local orcs who stayed alive moved to Mordor. Among them was Zaraki, huge, muscular uruk-hai with grey skin and long black hair. He had green eyes with yellow whites and big sharp lower fangs. He wore bone pins in his hair, metal collar on neck and was dressed in animal skins. Kurotsuchi breathed in the wind carrying pheromones of the big guy, recognizing him as alpha. He was eyeing his strong long legs and jacked up torso. He heard that uruk-hai are some form of superorcs, but this one was exceptionally handsome. Kurotsuchi wanted him. But was aware about orc hierarchy, him being lesser being, snaga, tolerated by Mordor uruks just for his extraordinary skills.

Alchemist was surprised when uruk-hai came to him, smacked his shoulder and said to him: „Hey shorty, where’s your tent? Gonna move in with you.“

Kurotsuchi wasn’t protesting at all, which was surprise for other orcs who knew him. He lived alone with his stinky equipment, his tent being rather dumpster. They snickered that uruk-hai will be disappointed with such living conditions.

When Zaraki entered the tent, his nose was smacked by stink of chemicals. „Oi! You’re not going to poison me!“ he growled. „No way. That’s how I live. I’m alchemist and this is my home and also workshop. You can take my bed.“ Kurotsuchi said and pointed finger to the nest of dirty rags in the corner. „Hm!“ reacted uruk-hai who came from mud pits, smoke and fire, recently lost his home and being hunted back there by ents. So he was quite fine with this. He breathed in stale air of Kurotsuchi’s house, recognizing there something different than chemicals. His nose was more sensitive than that of regular orc, so he caught alchemist’s lingering pheromones there. He was not sure though, just eyeing small guy cautiously. Then he asked „Do you have something to bit? I’m starving.“

Kurotsuchi offered him nasty looking dried fish, which he liked and was his main food. Zaraki sniffed it, took a bit, then growled. „Keep your diet food, shorty. I’ll go to found some proper meat.“ he said and left to hunt something. Kurotsuchi meanhwhile worked on some projects.

Zaraki returned at the dusk, throwing deer carcass by the fire. He got lost during his hunt, particular mistake in uruk-hai engineering typical just for Zaraki. He knelt at the floor and started to portion the deer. It was lying in the forest not too long, but being ripe just fine. Kurotsuchi prepared some strange beverage, offering it to uruk-hai. „What’s this, poison?“ asked big guy, sniffing to it with suspicion. „No. It’s spirit made from grains and herbs, I made it myself. It’s quite tasty.“ goblin replied. „Then drink first.“ said Zaraki. Small guy tasted the beverage. „More.“ uruk said. Kurotsuchi was drinking on hollow stomach but did as uruk said. When he saw liquid is not tainted he tried it. „Not bad.“ he commented and continued to portioning meat, putting it on the sticks. He gave some to Kurotsuchi too, as well as some guts. They ate some of them raw, some grilled. „Better than stinky fish, isn’t it?“ laughed uruk. „Disagree.“ said Kurotsuchi. Maybe it was alcohol in his system, maybe something else, but uruk-hai seemed less imposing to him now.

With stomach full (and head full) uruk became sleepy and lay into the nest of rags. There he can sense omega pheromones way better. „Shorty come here.“ he said to Kurotsuchi who was curled by the fire. He grabbed him by the arm and looked him straight in face. „You’re omega, right?“ he asked. „Yes, I’m.“ admitted Kurotsuchi. Zaraki spun him around, ogling him. Sure this one was short, with scoliosis, way different than Unohana the uruk-hai. But something was interesting about him. He wasn’t stupid as his fellows and his smell was delicious. „Wanna fuck?“ Zaraki asked directly. Kurotsuchi grinned happily. This is going better than he anticipated.

Alchemist shed little rags he wore and started to untying Zaraki’s leather skirt. Uruk-hai’s cock was just like him himself, huge and thick. Kurotsuchi was salivating in reaction of that sight. He spat his black saliva on the head of the dick and wrapped his bony fingers firmly around it. He licked the head and Zaraki saw man had two piercings in his long tongue, which had similar shade of blue as his hair. Goblin then licked the length, dragging the metal balls over the skin. That was whole new sensation for Zaraki, since uruk-hai haven’t adopted such intricate culture yet. And he didn’t met someone like Kurotsuchi before. Goblin devoured his cock whole and was sucking on it, continuing his work with his nimble tongue. Zaraki closed his eyes, panting, completely lost in sensations. He dug his fingers to the rags he was lying on, spilling his seed to the goblin’s throat, sighing. Goblin gulped it down and was waiting for reaction.

Uruk-hai sat up, grabbed Kurotsuchi by chin, admiring him in the faint light. „Get down on your knees, ass up.“ he said then. Goblin did as he was told, looking back curiously. Zaraki roughly squeezed his ass cheeks. Not big but breedable, he thought. Then he licked that asshole, already leaking as did goblin’s hard dick. He hummed at the taste of goblin’s juices and licked it more and harder. Kurotsuchi’s whimpers was making his dick coming to life again. „You’re so good little slut for me, huh?“ he said burying his tongue deep in him. Kurotsuchi moaned loudly at this, being weak at the knees. Zaraki reached for goblin’s cock, and was surprised at the texture. Small man had there multiple bumps and half spheres under the skin of the shaft, Zaraki also felt some jewelry on the tip. „What are these? Come on, dance on my dick and show me these.“ he said and lay down again.

Kurotsuchi straddled him lining the big cock with his hole. „These are natural.“ he replied. Zaraki now saw the jewelry on the tip was bronze ring. This dick must felt so good, he thought. Must try it very soon!

Goblin sheathed cock in his ass fully, not being shy. He rode him like a beast, hands placed on uruk’s big tits. Zaraki was sweating, black drops were forming on his skin. Kurotsuchi felt so good. And that smell. Intoxicating smell was all around them. Goblin grabbed his dick in hand and was jerking himself. Zaraki saw how he was incorporating the jewelry in the play, tugging at it, abusing his cock even more. He was fascinated by it. Kurotsuchi’s hole was spasming and he came, spurting his semen on uruk’s stomach.

Zaraki sat up, toppled small man on his back, grabbing him by wrists. „Do you want to be bred by me?“ he asked. „Yes.“ Kurotsuchi replied and wrapped his legs around uruk’s waist. Zaraki thrust into him in one motion and pounded him harshly, folding him in half. He grabbed him by the neck, completely lost, and filled him with seed. After he catch breath, he licked Kurotsuchi’s lips. Small man stick out his tongue, they tongues intertwining in the form of orkish kiss. „So good. So good. You’re the one.“ Zaraki said.

…

Their offspring were smart and strong. Zaraki formed long term relationship with Kurotsuchi, viciously protecting him, gutting like a pig anyone without mercy who would like to touch his mate. Kurotsuchi loved him for that. He admired his strength.

Zaraki was baffled by Kurotsuchi’s sneakiness and resourcefulness. Yes he loved that bumpy dick in his ass too.

Maybe you’re asking what happened to them after Mordor fell. They stayed alive of course, despite they participated in battle of Morannon. After Sauron was defeated, they found their home by the Sea of Nurnen.

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 16: Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins (When Do I Get To Sing "My Way")

So, well, what an era this was, right. Comeback of the century! Gratsax just has that certain *something*. It's brilliant! One of the best albums ever made if you ask me. The fully electronic style is so perfect for Sparks and they just do it here like it's nothing and like they've been at it for many years. Of course there's the hiatus that took place in the years before it to keep in mind but even then, this album is a HUGE accomplishment and an incredible standout in a catalog of releases that's already full of standouts of all sorts. And it's definitely a personal standout for me too, thinking about how it's been almost a year since I first heard it really freaks me out! It was such a different time for me I feel like, but many things are also exactly the same as back then. It's weird to feel nostalgic about it now but there's really no better word to describe what this feeling is like exactly.

I think this album is meant for vinyl listening in a way. It just fits it so well!! And it's not just the quality to the sound that it has this way (and I don't mean that it sounds necessarily "better", more like just, different and that somehow complements the music even more), but also the ability to have an actual good view of this wonderful album cover that's among my top favourite Sparks things ever. So cool looking! So funny and memorable! One of the finest instances of the music sounding exactly like what the cover looks like. (and learning that the cover is a homage to a SPECIFIC magazine rather than just tabloids in general, that only made it more amazing because it really does look so alike, stuff like this is really cool to me for whatever reason lol)

Also I like the fact that I bought this silly little "disco" lamp around this time last year, so plugging it in for extra vibes during listening makes it all just kind of perfect. And another thing on the visual aspect of it all: this is such a good era for music videos, they're all SO GOOD! Some of my very big favourites for sure and the My Way video might really be one of the best music videos EVER MADE.

But ok, let's get to the point now. Something that stood out to me right away is that every song here is so unique but they fit together so well anyway (not first instance of such thing happening either). There's really lots of variety! I also remember this album fondly because of how it was the first one I listened to with my parents and when my Sparks obsession truly started to become one of the most noticeable things about me to other people, lol. But finally feeling more free and confident with sharing my favourite things that mean so much to me with others is such a wonderful thing anyway, I'd even argue that it helped me live my life more fully than before! And yeah, it's mostly a remark they (my parents) made, that this album nails the balance between keeping to a certain style and offering something new with each song. It's such a wonderful journey!

Alright, once again getting carried away a bit here even though I had no ideas earlier for what to say today. Highlights time then, which is also a bit of a problem because besides one special favourite this album has no spectacularly outstanding highs or any lows, it's all just equally amazing. But I'll try anyway, as I always do.

Favourite songs (and other highlights):

When Do I Get To Sing "My Way": my parents absolutely love this song and well, I do too. No suprise that it's among their most beloved and well-known songs, it really has it all, and it's one of Ron's very best when it comes to lyrics, without a doubt

Frankly, Scarlett, I Don't Give A Damn: so so atmospheric and special, I really like the vocal filter of sorts that's used here, it's just, so cool sounding all around!!

I Thought I Told You To Wait In The Car: this was my LEAST favourite at first but I grew to really like its unhingedness and the part with all "the CAR!!"s on top of each other is just peak of it all and funny as heck

Hear No Evil, See No Evil, Speak No Evil: one of my favourite of Russell's vocal performances! This one and Scarlett are a bit of a duo to me, both simply beautiful songs

Tsui Hark: I LOVE the sound of this one, the piano plus the synth and the spoken word lyrics make this kind of combo that makes it feel like I've already known this one for years and it's just... always existed (which is a term that will apply to a lot of 21st Sparks material anyway, so, that's something to look forward to)

The Ghost Of Liberace: such a big comfort listen to me, I just love this one, makes me feel so at home!!

Gratuitous Sax & Senseless Violins: shoutout to these too because I feel like they might be easy to overlook as these very brief pieces, but they're that extra element that just, really cements this album as a wonderful whole with something to unify all of it into this package of wonder of all sorts

...And then there's the many bonus tracks also, which I'll just mention briefly since I almost forgot about them and because, yeah. I love them all, but the closest to my heart are Love Can Conquer All, She's An Anchorman, She's Beautiful (So What), Mid-Atlantic & This Angry Young Man (Ain't Angry No More) ((and the RON VOCAL VERSIONS OF THEM)) and Katherine Hepburn (love the whole Christi Haydon EP (and Christi is so cool and awesome I need to say that too today) and I should listen to it more, the Boris The Spider cover is fun as heck also)

And now bonus video for no reason from (almost) a year ago, because again, the nostalgiaaaa. (Back when I didn't have a shelf for my record player yet so it took up half of the space on my desk lol)

[dufferpuffer]

HC: Remus liked muggle music - and his family had a deep love for Radio.

A drabble of General Wizarding Music; History; Lyall and Hope Lupin; Remus' childhood - and his particular friendship with Sirius Black.

(1700 words; in the form of a... idk, a short story I guess?)

Wizarding World Music

Music is a simple joy, one even magical folk partake in - but not in the same way muggles do. When Wizarding culture changes so slowly (high density of older population - and they live a looong time) - they don't exactly carry music about with them for casual consumption.

When there is so much magic to study, magical folk rarely have time to learn instruments or songwriting. Music is seen as a Muggle thing. A COOL muggle thing - even Purebloods concede that the mundane folk whittling their time away on the complexities of sound has artistic merit. Most people like classical music - even as modern as Strauss and Debussy!

But in terms of wizarding music... there isn't much that is 'unique'. There's lots of folk music, telling stories of the time (wandering wizard falls in love with muggle dame and thus gets burned by her family) Or are used to remember potion recipes etc. from when being able to read was a rare skill... But such songs are not unique to Wizards. There are often Muggle versions of the same songs (Innocent dame falls for an evil sorcerer and so he was rightfully burned; or a song about trees being about their uses for carpenters rather than wand makers) - it being unclear which came first. Even the most famous modern Wizarding artists are copying the genre and styles lead by Muggles, using muggle instruments - and even electrics and electronics. Music is what you enchant instruments to play for events, to show off your Charms prowess - not to callous your own fingertips on. The proudest wizards and witches are the ones whose hands remain soft their entire lives - who can use their magic for everything...

The Lupin Family

It wasn't until Lyall Lupin met Hope that he truly begun to understand the appeal of muggle music. The simple joy of putting a record on and taking his wife's hand to dance... (cont. below)

Hope's teenage years had been set to the smooth but energetic American voices of Elvis Presley, The Everly Brothers, Ray Charles - Frank Sinatra... Along with slightly older artists, as long as they could really jive: Fats Waller, Cab Calloway, Louis Armstrong etc. She was an avid dancer - attending dance clubs as a hobby. (She was an active, adventurous woman who enjoyed going out by herself.)

It had a sparked an interest in Lyall, who eagerly bought a high quality radio/record player - so his growing family could listen to the music and drama's of the Muggle world he had fallen in love with. He found late-night horror shows most engaging, staying up even as his wife (and soon young child) had gone to bed. He would occasionally wake them with his laughter at what Muggles considered 'frightening'... and found himself fully engaged with ongoing murder mysteries, pondering them even as he was at work. The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan - the house ALWAYS had music playing on that radio. His mother would dance to it while keeping the house and his father would sing along. Remus grew up not knowing true silence... and was happier for it. After the bite... music went from a presence in his life to a necessity. As he lay in bed recovering it was all his parents could do to stop him hearing them cry: drown their noise with the radio. As they moved house every few months, the one precious possession they never sold was the radio. It kept them in muggle towns far more often than not (even if it meant Lyall had to travel further to find work) - so they could plug the radio in. (and also because magical folk were sharper at spotting werewolf symptoms)

No matter how tight money got, they couldn't sell a member of the family. Especially not one that kept Remus company.

On Full Moons sometimes music would send Remus into a rage of over-stimulation - and sometimes it would calm him. He would stop banging his entire weight against the door and scratching the paint off the walls of their rental property basements/attics/sheds... and just listen. And howl loud enough that the neighbors complain. Whenever Lyall got just a little money to spare between moves, he would brighten his son's life by buying him records - so he could listen to his favourite songs whenever he liked. He wasn't allowed to have friends... but he could have this, at least.

As his mother's frail Muggle body grew weaker from stress, when she stopped being able to attend her dance clubs (both fatigue and fear she would see people she recognized, even in different towns, and have to try and explain why she kept disappearing) Remus could still listen to music with her. They had all her favorites on record, and even when she was near bedridden (and a young house-bound Remus had to do most of the chores) he would come to her bedside and sing along with her, let her stroke his hair. Sometimes she would get up and teach him how to dance... Starting Hogwarts was a lifesaver for his family. When Remus went away, they could actually stay in the one house. Lyall could work steadily and keep money not for their next move, but for their comfort. He could even take time off to spend with his wife. Hope was still weak but doing better, not having to be the primary person preparing to hold an adolescent werewolf every month.

Every month he got a little bigger, a little stronger... every month both his parents would stay up all night, barricading everything they could... and just waiting. Listening to his movements. Hoping he didn't manage to break the door down and rip them apart. Every Full Moon was a horror story worse than any radio drama. Remus had always been just s worried as they were. They did their best to not let him know how much they suffered, as it wasn't his fault... but he could see it. He learned very early on how to mask emotions and lie to keep others happy - learned from his parents soothing him, and from him soothing them right back.

He would start skipping meals a week before the Full Moon came - and it broke his parents hearts... but it was effective. A starved growing boy made a much weaker werewolf. Lyall and Hope would want to skip their meals with him sometimes, not wanting to make the house smell like potatoes and sausages when their little boy was refraining from eating... But, hardened and matured from his illness, he would remind them they had to have their full strength on the Full Moon. They had to hold him back... and they had to run if it went wrong. They would concede... and eat small meals, at least.

Remus and his Friends

At Hogwarts - Remus didn't have to worry about ANY of this. Locked far away from anyone, safe and contained... He arrived at school small and skinny for his age, but was barely recognizable his first summer: well fed and eager to tell his parents about his new FRIENDS.

He was awkward and meek, having never really spoken to anyone but his parents before... his first friends were purebloods, whom he had little in common with. But that's part of why they liked him! He was interesting and different - and he had a passion to share with them: Music. Sirius, disillusioned with pureblood life, fell in love with Muggle culture... and fell deeply in love with Music. Back Sabbath, Led Zepplin, Deep Purple, King Crimson - music so unlike anything he had heard before, experimental and electronic. Even if it wasn't so much Remus' thing, who preferred rock and pop of the 60s - they BOTH loved Queen and David Bowie. James was less enthusiastic, but just happy to share something with his friends - happy to fund their obsession: Portable radios they could tinker with and listen to in the Shack... they couldn't pick up every station out there, but on a clear day they got some - and it was familiar company on Full Moons. One summer James even paid for them all to go and see a concert. (Sirius and James had to be babied through it, dressed adequately and stopped from making fools of themselves.)

James might have been less enthusiastic about music - but his knowledge of it gave him something to talk to Lily about - so when she finally agreed to go out with him, he scrambled to his friends to ask if they had any of her favourite groups on record - because he told her he liked them too but he has no idea what they are HELP

One of the best presents Remus ever got was a Walkman, after they all graduated, when Lily was pregnant and they couldn't see each-other as often anymore due to the war. When he lost everyone, in 1981... Music, once again, became his only companion. Cassettes were handy: small enough to fit many inside of even a small, cheap enchanted bag. He rarely had spending money - but like his father had with records, he would dedicate money to batteries, to new headphones and to cassettes of his old favourites. No matter how tight money was - music was a necessity. No matter where he was sleeping - a hotel, an old cottage, under a bridge... he had music with him. He never listened to the radio. He didn't want to hear how things were changing. He wanted to stay in the past.

... When Sirius came back, when he got a friend back, he parted with that walkman. Giving it to him was one of the first things he did. It was his way of apologizing for spending the last 14 or so years thinking he was a traitor. Watching his skinny, shaking hands eagerly working the machine, crying as he heard happiness he was forced to forget for 12 years...

...and they danced. Remus was never much of a dancer, though his mother tried to teach him... and Sirius only grew up with formal dancing, as a Pureblood heir expected to attend functions on behalf of the Black family.

Neither of them were graceful. It was terrible, really - a couple of men in their mid 30s moving their bodies in ways they hadn't since they were teenagers... But that memory is one of Remus' happiest. Because, once again, he had a family to share music with.

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My Appledash next gen foals!

From youngest to oldest, we have Zap Apple (he/him), Autumn Glory (she/her), and Cinnamon Cider (she/her)!

They are my beloveds, and therefore the first I will post about!

That being said, I will be writing everything under the cut, because trust me, I have a lot to say when it comes to them. So if walls of text are okay with you, then enjoy! I am honored!

🌈⚡️🍎

“Last one ‘cross the orchard n’ back has to muck out the barn! ThreetwooneGO!”

~

Zap Apple

Nicknames: Zap, Zapster, Zapple, sport/champ/spark plug (by his moms)

12 years old

Cis Male, he/him

Earth Pony

Family: Applejack (ma), Rainbow Dash (mom), Autumn Glory and Cinnamon Cider (younger sisters)

Special Talent: Running, especially races

~

Zap Apple’s birth holds some superstition with a few members of the Apple family. His arrival lined up perfectly with the arrival of the zap apple harvest, and when he came out emblazoned with a rainbow mane, some believed that whatever magic caused the zap apples to bloom had also somehow created new life in the form of an Apple foal. Of course, when told that his pegasus mother also had a rainbow mane, a couple backed down, but there are some who still believe his existence was magically fated… not helped by the fact that neither of his mothers are entirely sure how he got there in the first place. It is just a little odd that two mares of different species would be able to conceive a child just days after discussing wanting one while the zap apple signs were forming.

Named after the electrically-charged rainbow apple that gave his family its reputation so long ago, Zap Apple is the first born of his parents, and there’s absolutely no mistaking that he’s his mothers’ son. He is energetic and feisty, with the only thing faster than his hooves being his big mouth. His mothers tend to take turns joking about whose qualities he got when he gets into trouble, though it’s more than clear that they wholeheartedly love and support him. He can often be seen racing against his ma, momma, and sisters through the orchards on slower days, if he isn’t serving time doing chores for his streak of over-competitive trash-talking.

~

Zap Apple Fun Facts:

- He doesn’t have the best reputation. A good number of adults view him as a troublemaking wild card, and a lot of his peers think he’s too chaotic and brazen. Ironically, he gets some of this reputation from aggressively defending the rest of his family’s odd quirks.

- He takes pride in being the spitting image of his late Granny Smith, being the only one of his siblings who knew her while she was still alive. He adored the kooky old lady, and follows even her strangest zap apple regiments to a T.

- He’s participated in every Running of the Leaves since the moment he could run. Even if it’s not technically a race, he is determined to win every single one. The officials have given up at this point.

- He has a weird draw to the Everfree Forest. Despite being dragged out of it many times and being scolded for wandering in it even more, he isn’t scared of it or any of the creatures within it. If anything, he’s fascinated by it.

🍂📸✨

“Y’know, all of nature’s pretty. It just all happens t’be prettier in the golden hour.”

~

Autumn Glory

Nicknames: Autumn, Glory, Shutterbug, Buttercup (by AJ)

9 years old

Cis Female, she/her

Pegasus

Family: Applejack (ma), Rainbow Dash (mom), Zap Apple (older brother), Cinnamon Cider (younger sister)

Special Talent: Nature photography

~

Autumn Glory’s birth was a lot more planned than Zap’s, thanks to a bit of magical assistance from none other than the Princess of Friendship herself, but that doesn’t mean her childhood was entirely smooth sailing. Applejack was rather protective of the newborn filly with her mother’s curly mane and tail, and by the time Rainbow finally convinced her wife that flying so high was normal and safe for baby pegasi, she had already lost some of the instinct to be airborne. It was hard for a filly who loved the sky and the ground equally to figure out where she wanted to be, but in a way, discovering her special talent in photography helped her capture the beauty of both. It was an unexpected talent, but in the end, it really didn’t matter as long as she was happy.

Named after an apple with hints of cinnamon and caramel and a season where leaves have vibrant colors, Autumn Glory personifies (ponifies?) the calm crispness of fall. She is laid-back and patient, with a poetic point of view on the world around her. One could mistake her easygoing nature as complacent from a distance, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. She isn’t willing to back down from a challenge easily, whether that be flying high above the clouds to get the perfect shot, or being the first to plop herself down next to a new classmate and insist on being friends.

~

Autumn Glory Fun Facts:

- She absolutely adores her still-living grandparents, Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles. Whenever she visits them in Cloudsdale, she’ll sit for hours and listen to their stories about Rainbow Dash, much to her mother’s embarrassment (since not all of their stories are exactly… flattering). They also conduct secret scrapbook picture trading.

- She’s also close with her aunt Apple Bloom, but for an entirely different reason. Being an expert in helping other ponies discover the meaning of their cutie marks, she was able to help Autumn understand why hers was so important to her, and was there to reassure her that just because her talent wasn’t inherently related to farming or flying, it didn’t mean she was any less of an Apple or a Dash.

- Rainbow Falls is her favorite place in the whole wide Equestrian world. The rainbow waterfalls are some of her favorite landmarks to take pictures of, not to mention the Traders Exchange and Hearth’s Warming Crafts Fair they host every year. She swears she wants to live there when she’s older.

- Despite her love for nature, she absolutely hates the snow. It’s cold, it buries all her favorite spots, it’s harder to fly and walk, the days are shorter, and she can’t get a good picture with all the white snow reflecting the sun and blinding her.

🍺🥞☕️

“I know cookin’ don’t gotta be perfect to be comfortin’, but I really… really wish I could also get it perfect.”

~

Cinnamon Cider

Nicknames: Cinnamon, Cider, Cinny, cinnamon sugar (AJ), the coolest baker ever, don’t tell Pinkie I said that (RD), Lil’ Blossom (Mac)

8 years old

Cis Female, she/her

Pegasus

Family: Applejack (Ma), Rainbow Dash (mom), Zap Apple (older brother), Autumn Glory (older sister)

Special Talent: Making comfort food and drinks

~

Similarly to her older sister, Cinnamon Cider was magically (and knowingly) conceived. But her mothers and sibling weren’t quite sure what to do about the anxious newborn at first, and often took turns with her. What could be just fine for her one day would be unimaginably stressful the next, and it took a lot of effort to find her comfort zone day by day. She was always fussy and always needing something else. Suffice it to say, Applejack and Rainbow Dash quickly decided that three kids would probably be their limit, but they still did everything in their power to make their little ball of nerves feel welcome and loved. In fact, they still do.

The youngest of the three Apple-Dash kids, Cinnamon Cider seems to jitter with nerves more often than not. She keeps to herself and stresses over seemingly minor things constantly. In a family of loud and proud ponies, Cinnamon Cider might seem like a bit of a strange case, but she’s really anything but. She is as strong-willed and stubborn as any Apple could ever be, and has just as much gumption as any Dash. Hers just so happen to veer off into self-contained panic more often than not. She strives to improve herself in as many ways possible, but tends to be a bit overly critical of herself and her abilities. Not much of a far cry from her family at all, if you really think about it.

~

Cinnamon Cider Fun Facts:

- She is especially close with her uncle, Big Macintosh. Not only do they have a mutual understanding of each other’s quiet natures, but she’s also a huge fan of his bombastic and wonderfully gaudy alter ego, Orchard Blossom. She’s her biggest fan, no contest.

- She has an interest in learning about her family’s histories, especially her ma’s. Even being as timid as she is, she gets some joy out of visiting Manehatten to see her Aunt and Uncle Orange, or in visiting Vanhoover to see the Pears still living up north, and so on so forth.

- She loves flying. Not competitive flying, like her Rainboom-causing mother, but steady gliding. Spreading her wings out on a windy day, letting the breeze carry her high above the ground. She finds it extremely calming, often using it as a moment to catch her breath and relax.

- She has very few and fleeting moments of assertiveness, but she’s often the one insisting her family gets enough food and water while working the fields. She’s cried enough tears to know the importance of proper hydration.

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Wholesale Auto Parts in Canada | Golden Auto

Golden Auto is your trusted source for wholesale auto parts in Canada. We offer a wide range of high-performance vehicle components at unbeatable prices.

When it comes to wholesale auto parts in Canada Golden Auto stands out as a reliable distributor, providing top-grade auto components at competitive prices. Whether you are a mechanic repair shop or reseller we have a vast inventory to meet your needs. Our selection includes brake systems filters spark plugs, belts wiper blades lighting and more ensuring that you find the right parts for any vehicle.

At Golden Auto we understand the importance of durability and performance so we source our products from trusted manufacturers. Our goal is to provide businesses and car enthusiasts with a cost-effective solution for maintaining and repairing vehicles without compromising on quality.

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Tommykaira m08 brochure.

Small Magical Box

A small, small "magic box"

Tommy Kaira transformed GM's worldwide compact car "Matiz" designed by Giugiaro into a sports car!

The cute exterior, sensual exhaust note, engine that is fun to rev, and exquisite suspension tune are just the ``magic boxes'' that will put a smile on your face!

Just like the ``Tommykaira M13'' based on the Nissan March, the Matiz is equipped with a traditional engine tune and a suspension called Tommykaira Magic, making it a truly tiny micro-sport! The 800cc engine never generates large horsepower. The M08 is not a fast car because it maintains its rotation. However, once you learn how to drive this M08, you'll learn that horsepower has nothing to do with sports cars!

Now, let's go to "Small World" with m08!

PIC CAPTION

The photo is a development vehicle and is equipped with a front diffuser, but it is not included in the actual product.

Also, details may differ from the actual product.

Tommy Kaira Magic by a skilled mechanic!

In order to make Matiz 800cc engine, which is by no means powerful, as fun as a sports car, the tuning chosen by Tommy Kaira is the standard NA tune, which includes traditional engine head surface grinding and port polishing.

However, the rev limiter has been tuned to make the most of the many years of know-how that has been used to create cars.

The engine that revs up without stress is truly the genealogy of the Tommykaira complete car!

A small displacement engine such as 800cc may feel like it lacks torque at low speeds, but the feeling of power that jumps up from around 4000 rpm is thrilling!

In addition, the specially designed suspension kit has a stiff setting, but has an exquisite setting that suppresses the feeling of thrusting and generates just the right amount of roll while maintaining stickiness.

Additionally, the specially developed exhaust muffler and Tommykaira original intake system not only improve efficiency, but also provide a pleasant sound to the driver, with a sensual sound quality.

Yes, as you can see from this tuning content, the "Tommykaira M08" is truly a sports car!

The city where you usually drive is the circuit!

The specs for the Tommykaira m08 are only 70 horsepower.

In this day and age where manufacturers are releasing cars with large displacement engines and over 300 horsepower, it's natural to think that they are too weak.

However, how many places and drivers can use all that power to drive?

Even if you only have 70 horsepower, if you can make full use of it, you'll never be inferior to a car with that much power!

Due to the engine characteristics of the ``Tommykaira M08,'' it is necessary to maintain high rotation speed while driving.

You can drive by turning, downshifting, and turning corners... Because there is no horsepower, you can enjoy the fun of driving on a circuit, even in the city, while staying within the legal speed limit!

Let's run around the city in a small "magic box" in search of a real smile!

m08

Tommykaira m08 Tuned Matiz

Exterior that emphasizes the cuteness of the base car

The design of the ``Matisse'', which is the base car for the ``Tommykaira M08'', is by Giugiaro. Its cute exterior design is unlike any other, and is full of originality that can show off the individuality of the rider.

Tommykaira has transformed its exterior with the traditional center stripe and side diffuser to further emphasize its presence!

Its adorable exterior looks more like a pet than a car. "Tommykaira m08" is your own car, different from others!

SPECIFICATIONS

Max Output 70ps/6200rpm

Max Torque 9.5kgm/3500rpm

mechanism

Cylinder head surface grinding

port polishing

Tappet clearance adjustment

Gasket set

Tommykaira original intake system (air cleaner & heat shield)

Rear piece muffler (SUS304, TIG welding)

Dedicated iridium spark plug

plug cord

Tappet cover paint (red)

Tommykaira serial plate

Actual running setting

suspension

Sports coil spring (front/rear)

tommykaira original shock absorber

exterior

mascot emblem

m08 emblem sticker

tommykaira emblem sticker

side diffuser

center stripe

Special aluminum wheels (5.0J×14+44)

BRIDGESTONE POTENZA GIII (165/55R14)

Carbon style mirror/rear door garnish

interior

Instrument cluster trim panel kit (black or red carbon style)

Steering & shift knob leather processing

Recaro seat (driver's seat)

SR with dedicated rail red or blue

Recaro seat (navigator's seat)

SR with dedicated rail red or blue

tachometer

Equipment varies depending on grade

Please refer to the attached price list for details.

Tommy Kaira

Tomita Yume Sales Co., Ltd.

Challenging Dream

8, Kisshoin Mukoda-cho, Minami-ku, Kyoto 601-8307

TEL 075 (326) 3233/FAX 075 (316) 3588

E-mail: info@tommykaira.com

Web site:http://www.tommykaira.com/

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Diesel vs Petrol Generator Fuel Consumption: Which Is More Efficient?

When buying a generator for your home or business, you need to take many factors into consideration. Fuel efficiency is one of the key considerations when choosing a generator set. A more fuel-efficient generator can save you more money over time. Diesel generators and petrol generators are two of the most common types, which one is best for you? Read on and you can make an informed decision.

What are diesel generators and petrol generators?

Diesel generator

A diesel generator, also known as a diesel genset, is the combination of an internal combustion diesel engine with an electric generator (alternator) to generate electrical energy. Diesel generators converts mechanical energy into electrical energy by going through a series of stages. They are usually designed to run on diesel fuel. Diesel gensets are employed across a wide range of applications.

Petrol generator

A petrol generator, also called gasoline generator, is a portable electric generator that burns gasoline to run. It uses a spark ignition and gasoline-fueled engine to power an electric generator to produce electricity. Petrol generators are typically lightweight, portable, and easy to start. They are suitable for powering small appliances, tools, and electronics.

Are diesel generators more efficient than petrol?

Yes. Without doubt diesel generators are more fuel-efficient than petrol generators. They often burn up to half as much fuel over any given time than their petrol counterparts. Diesel fuel is more energy-dense and has a lower ignition temperature than petrol, meaning less fuel is required to generate the same amount of power. In addition, diesel engine has a higher compression ratio. Petrol doesn't undergo complete combustion and hence there is a small wastage of fuel. That’s why a diesel engine is more efficient than a petrol engine.

How much fuel does a diesel generator use per hour?

As a general rule, diesel generators use 0.4 litres of fuel for every kWh produced, which equates to an efficiency ratio of 25%. It is worth noting that the number can vary due to different factors such as temperature or quality of fuel. Typically, the diesel generator fuel consumption is affected by factors including the size of the generator, the load conditions, generator brand and the appliances you need to power in the event of a power outage.

Read more about how to reduce fuel consumption of diesel generator sets.

Should I get a petrol or diesel generator?

When choosing between diesel generators and petrol generators, it’s essential to consider what you intend to use them for. Though diesel generators are considered more fuel efficient, it doesn’t mean that this type of generator is the best option for every application. For example, if you need a home generator set for infrequent or temporary use, petrol generators will be a better option because they are generally less expensive and run quieter compared to diesel generators. Petrol generators are more suitable for temporary, intermittent or low-load applications, such as camping or caravanning. They are typically used for short-term applications.

Diesel generators provide a greater power output and have a longer life span, which are specially ideal for continuous and heavy-duty use. Companies working in construction sites or those in demanding agricultural and mining industries will almost always choose diesel generator sets because they can produce greater levels of power at lower cost. Diesel is less flammable and has a longer shelf life than gasoline. Unlike petrol generators that use spark plugs and carburetors, which can malfunction, diesel generators have fewer moving parts and require less maintenance. By using diesel generators, you can enjoy unmatched reliability. The downside of using diesel generators is that it needs a higher upfront investment. However, high fuel efficiency makes diesel the most cost-effective solution over the lifetime of the genset.

Contact Dingbo Power to get the right advice

Dingbo Power is a professional manufacturer of diesel generators and offer a wide range of diesel and petrol generators. Including some of the biggest brands in the industry, such as Cummins, Perkins, Volvo, MTU, Yuchai, etc. - we exclusively offer the highest quality and most reliable generators, which can meet your specific power requirements.

If you are still unsure which model is best for you, don't hesitate to contact us. With almost 20 years of experience, Dingbo Power can give you advice on which type is the right choice for you. For more information, please contact our team today.

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Explore Genuine Hero Spare Parts with Smart Parts Exports – Your Trusted Export Partner

When it comes to two-wheeler mobility, Hero MotoCorp has carved its name globally as a trusted along with economical motorcycle brand. From India to Latin America, Africa to Southeast Asia, Hero motorcycles are known for their fuel organization, reliability, in addition to low keeping up. To keep these machines running smoothly, the need for Genuine Hero Spare Parts is critical.

That’s where Smart Parts Exports steps in – a globally trusted supplier and exporter of genuine Hero spare parts, backed by an extensive Hero catalogue. Whether you are a distributor, garage owner, or individual buyer, Smart Parts Exports ensures that you get high-quality Hero parts right at your doorstep.

Why Choose Smart Parts Exports for Hero Spare Parts?

As one of India’s leading automotive parts exporters, Smart Parts Exports specializes in providing authentic Hero motorcycle spare parts at competitive prices. Here’s why we’re the preferred choice for international buyers:

Access to the complete Hero parts catalogue

Verified and genuine Hero OEM components

Affordable wholesale pricing for bulk buyers

Fast international shipping to over 80 countries

Expert customer support with part number guidance

Dedicated online platform for Hero parts ordering

Hero Catalogue – Your Complete Gateway to Genuine Hero Spare Parts

When searching for the most reliable and up-to-date Hero catalogue, look no further than Smart Parts Exports. We provide an expertly curated and structured catalogue system that allows global buyers to easily entrance every genuine Hero spare part they need. Whether you’re sourcing spares for popular models like Splendor, Passion, HF Deluxe, Glamour, Xpulse, Xtreme, Maestro, or Pleasure, our team guarantees precise part identification with the accurate part numbers including fitment guidance.

Our Hero parts catalogue includes each thing from essential mechanical components to detailed bodywork spares. Each part listed is 100% genuine and directly sourced from Hero-authorized vendors.

Key categories in the Hero parts catalogue include:

Engine components – piston kits, cylinder blocks, crankshafts

Transmission parts – clutch assemblies, gear kits, shifter parts

Electrical components – ignition coils, wiring harnesses, indicators, headlights

Body and plastic parts – side panels, mudguards, seats, mirrors

Suspension and braking – front forks, shock absorbers, cables, brake shoes

Service parts – spark plugs, oil filters, air filters, fuel taps

Our team also provides part number confirmation, helping buyers avoid mismatches and save time in repairs or stocking.

Hero E Catalogue – Digital Access to Spare Parts Made Simple

Say goodbye to outdated paper manuals and confusing listings. With Smart Parts Exports, you gain direct access to the Hero e catalogue—a dynamic, searchable, and easy-to-navigate online platform designed to simplify your spare parts procurement process.

Using the Hero e catalogue, you can:

Search by model name, part number, or description

Check stock availability in real time

Access the latest pricing and compatibility information

Download the catalogue or send inquiries instantly

Whether you're a motorcycle spare parts retailer preparing inventory for Hero HF Deluxe, or an industrial unit technician repairing a Hero Maestro Edge, this digital categorization makes certain you can find the right part in seconds—reducing time, effort, inclusive of cost.

Plus, the Hero e classifier is mobile-optimized, meaning you can access it anytime, anywhere, even while working on the shop floor or traveling.

Hero Parts Catalogue for Export – Customized for Global Importers

At Smart Parts Exports, we understand the unique requirements of international buyers. That’s why our Hero parts catalogue is adapted for global exports, offering the most seamless experience for overseas clients.

Key export features include:

Product recommendations localized for Africa, Latin America, Southeast Asia, and other regions

Export documentation (commercial invoices, packing lists, certificates of origin)

Multi-currency pricing with different payment methods (USD, EUR, INR)

Logistics solutions via air freight, shipping, or express courier (DHL, FedEx, Aramex)

Secure packaging and international labeling

We work closely with Hero’s authorized vendors and quality-check every product. Each part is packaged with original barcodes, labels, and branding—ensuring authenticity and peace of mind for your customers.

Most Demanded Hero Spare Parts – Always in Stock

As a leading Hero parts exporter, we keep high-demand items in ready stock to serve our international buyers faster and more efficiently. Some of the top-selling Hero spare parts include:

Hero Splendor Chain Sprocket Kit

HF Deluxe Clutch Plates

Xpulse Headlight Assembly

Hero Maestro Speedometer Cable

Hero Glamour Silencer with Guard

Brake Shoe Kit for Hero Passion

Fuel Tap and Inline Filter for Hero Pleasure

Each of these parts is clearly listed in the Hero parts catalogue, with stock information and ready export support. With Smart Parts Exports, sourcing Hero spare parts is no longer a challenge—it's a streamlined experience powered by trust and professionalism.

How to Order Hero Spare Parts with Smart Parts Exports

Browse the Hero e catalogue or send us your required model name and part list.

Our expert team shares a quotation and availability within 24 hours.

Once confirmed, we proceed with invoicing, packaging, and shipping.

Tracking details are shared with you post dispatch for full transparency.

Receive genuine Hero parts at your address, anywhere in the world!

We simplify the ordering process while ensuring secure transactions and timely delivery.

Serving Mechanics, Distributors & Retailers WorldwideSmart Parts Exports is a trusted partner for a diverse range of automotive businesses across the globe. From independent garage owners and motorcycle parts retailers to fleet maintenance companies, spare parts importers, distributors, and even online sellers of motorcycle components – we cater to all. By providing direct access to the Hero e catalogue and a consistent supply of genuine Hero spare parts, we empower these businesses to operate efficiently, without delays or concerns over product authenticity or quality.

Why Genuine Hero Spare Parts Matter While non-genuine parts might seem cost-effective initially, they often result in long-term problems. These inferior elements can void the manufacturer’s warranty, lead to engine damage, reduce overall presentation, create unsafe riding conditions, including requiring frequent replacements. With Smart Parts Exports, you receive only Hero-approved genuine parts that secure your motorcycle’s safety, durability, and peak performance – giving you quietness of mind and true value for money.

Smart Parts Exports – Your Long-Term Partner in Quality

Our mission is to bridge the gap between Indian OEM spare parts and global demand. With over a decade of experience in auto parts exports, Smart Parts Exports has become a one-stop solution for customers looking for:

Two-wheeler parts (Hero, Bajaj, TVS, Honda)

Four-wheeler parts (Maruti Suzuki, Mahindra, Tata)

Genuine filters, engine oil, brake parts, etc.

We fulfill our commitment to providing genuine parts at competitive pricing, with our trained support team, logistics, and ethical standards.

Conclusion

If you're looking to purchase genuine Hero spare parts for any motorcycle or scooter model, Smart Parts Exports is your trusted global partner. Explore the complete Hero parts catalogue, access the latest Hero e catalogue, and get premium support at every step of your spare parts journey.

Choose Smart Parts Exports – where quality meets reliability, and where every Hero part finds its destination.

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Brushcutter and Chainsaw Parts: A Handy Guide to Keeping Your Equipment in Top Shape

When it comes to maintaining outdoor spaces, tools like brushcutters and chainsaws are essential. Whether you’re tidying up overgrown grass or cutting through logs, having reliable equipment makes all the difference. But no matter how durable your tools are, they’re only as good as the parts that keep them running. Regular maintenance and timely replacement of parts not only extend the life of your tools but also ensure optimal performance and safety.

In this blog, we’ll explore the importance of brushcutter and chainsaw parts, common components to look out for, and how to choose quality replacements for your machines.

Why Maintenance Matters

Brushcutters and chainsaws work in tough conditions—thick vegetation, dense wood, dirt, and dust. These harsh environments can take a toll on internal and external components. Over time, blades become dull, filters clog up, and spark plugs wear out. Regular inspections and part replacements are necessary to:

Keep the machine operating efficiently

Prevent costly repairs or breakdowns

Ensure user safety

Prolong the life of the tool

Neglecting simple maintenance could lead to performance issues or even equipment failure, especially during peak usage.

Essential Brushcutter Parts

Brushcutters are built for power and precision, but several key components need regular attention:

1. Trimmer Heads: These are the parts that do the actual cutting. Over time, trimmer heads can wear out or become damaged. Whether you use nylon line or metal blades, checking the head for wear and replacing it as needed will help maintain effective cutting.

2. Blades: Brushcutters often use metal blades for tougher tasks like clearing thick undergrowth. Dull or bent blades need replacing to avoid inefficient operation and added strain on the engine.

3. Drive Shafts and Gearboxes: These internal parts transmit power from the engine to the cutting head. If your brushcutter starts to lose power or vibrate excessively, it may be due to worn or misaligned drive components.

4. Air and Fuel Filters: Clean filters ensure your engine breathes properly and fuel is delivered efficiently. Dirty filters can choke your engine and reduce performance.

5. Spark Plugs: A small but vital component, the spark plug is responsible for ignition. Replacing it regularly helps your brushcutter start more easily and run more smoothly.

Key Chainsaw Parts to Monitor

Chainsaws are powerful machines used for cutting wood, pruning trees, and storm cleanup. Their efficiency and safety depend heavily on keeping parts in good shape.

1. Chains and Bars: The chain is the heart of the chainsaw. It needs to be sharp, tensioned correctly, and properly lubricated. Worn or damaged chains can be dangerous. The bar, which guides the chain, should also be inspected for wear or warping.

2. Chain Brake: This safety feature stops the chain quickly in case of kickback. A properly functioning chain brake can prevent serious injuries. If it's faulty, it must be replaced or repaired immediately.

3. Air Filters and Spark Plugs: Like brushcutters, chainsaws rely on clean air and reliable ignition. Dirty filters and old plugs can cause starting issues and poor performance.

4. Sprockets: These help drive the chain. If the sprocket wears down, it won’t grip the chain properly, reducing cutting efficiency and potentially damaging the chain or bar.

5. Oil Pump and Tank: Chainsaws require constant lubrication to avoid overheating. Make sure your oil pump is working well and that the tank is filled with the correct chain oil.

Choosing Quality Replacement Parts

When replacing parts for your brushcutter or chainsaw, it’s important to choose components that match your equipment specifications. Here are some tips:

Use Genuine or High-Quality Aftermarket Parts: Original parts from the manufacturer ensure compatibility and performance. If you opt for aftermarket parts, select a trusted supplier that offers reliable products.

Match the Model Number: Always check your tool’s model and serial number before purchasing replacements. This ensures a proper fit and optimal function.

Ask for Expert Advice: If you’re unsure about which part you need, don’t hesitate to consult a specialist. Many suppliers offer guidance to help you find exactly what fits your needs.

Where to Find Reliable Parts in Australia

For those in Australia, especially in regions where outdoor equipment is vital, finding a trusted supplier of brushcutter and chainsaw parts is key. Look for stores that offer:

A wide range of new and used parts

Fast and affordable shipping

Helpful customer service

Quality assurance on their parts

Retailers like Small Engine Wreckers provide dependable solutions for homeowners, landscapers, and contractors alike. They stock a comprehensive selection of parts suitable for various makes and models, making it easy to keep your equipment in top shape.

Final Thoughts

Your brushcutter and chainsaw are valuable tools that help you manage heavy outdoor work. To get the best performance from them, regular maintenance and timely replacement of worn-out parts are crucial. Whether it’s a fresh trimmer head for your brushcutter or a new chain for your saw, investing in the right parts will save you time, effort, and money in the long run.