#OTP: Snuggler Dorks

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For the emoji head canon 😳😤 please, for any ship you prefer! 🎶 ~

A confessing headcanon: A couple of nights before she and her crew headed out to Wild Space to search for the Emperor, Sanna stayed at Theron’s apartment. She had a bad dream prompted by Ziost and -- in her sleep -- threw him across the room with the Force. Luckily, she caught him before he got hurt, but that was what prompted her to confess everything that had happened while she was captive on the Emperor’s Fortress and why the search was so personal for her. (If pressed years down the road, Theron will admit that that night was the first time he truly understood the phrase “a blinding rage.” He was ready to tear apart every person who had even looked at her, consequences be damned. He’ll also admit that he had no idea why he felt so protective, so... attached.)

A jealousy headcanon: While the Snuggler Dorks were “on a break,” Ellie learned how to dance -- and really damn well, if she says so herself. The first time after they kinda-sorta got back together, Corey saw her dancing with someone else and was not a fan. So, instead of staying jealous every time the crew went out to the bar, he snuck off and took some dance lessons so he could at least keep up. (She thought it was quite endearing.)

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Right back at ya: Rivalshipping for the OTP asks ;) ♡

It took a bit but here it is! The complete list finished!

OTP Asks

1. Who texts more often?

During business hours, Yugi. He texts Seto everything he will forget to tell him when they see each other. The little nothings, like what happened at the store or how well his recipe turned out. Seto keeps his phone on silent and only replies on his breaks.

Outside of business hours, Seto loves texting. His hands are large enough to do it one handed.


2. Who is better with kids?

Most would say Yugi, but Seto has practically raised Mokuba. Seto isn't the fun parent. He's fair, however. Yugi just tries to keep the kid happy and also kinda turns into one again when he's around them.


3. Who tops/bottoms?


Both! Though Seto is usually pretty tired and has Yugi do all the work, whether being penetrated or not. Yugi likes taking care of Seto this way. Also: on the occasion Seto takes the lead, Yugi better have the next day off. Seto can and has taken HOURS.

4. How do they eat ice cream? What’s their favorite flavors?

Seto takes his in a little cup, Yugi has a cone. Both share the flavours they picked. Seto always having vanilla and something else, Yugi is adventurous and picks something new or a new combination every time.


5. Do they go on dates? What are they like?

Yes! Depending on who asks who, they either go out to eat or go on double dates with Yugi’s friends. (It's just an excuse to get Seto to be around them.) Also just quit nights in playing various table top and digital games.


6. Do they stargaze? Expand.


Seto has a balcony with a telescope and they tried it, but it started raining. It's still on the bucket list. It got too cold and cloudy before they could try again.

7. Who’s the laziest?

Yugi. Seto likes making sure his partner is taken care of, even if he's absent a lot. It gives Yugi a lot of time to just nap. Also naps on the couch in Seto’s office.


8. Who complains more?

Seto about the incompetence of (some) employees. Also if things aren't up to standard when receiving goods and/or services.


9. Who wakes up earlier?


Seto. Work and all that. When he does get to sleep in, he beats Yugi by a couple hours.

10. What do they smell when they smell amortentia?


Newly printed books, Yugi's hair products and a hint of electronics/metal.

11. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud and obnoxious behind their back?


Seto, and because Yugi knows Seto would be very upset if his phone rang around important people with something weird, he doesn't do it back.

12. Who uses chopsticks/Can either of them use chopsticks?


Both of them! Though Yugi thinks Seto is waaay too graceful with them or any utensil.

13. When they can’t sleep what do they do?


Seto will tinker with machinery or designs. All personal pursuits. Yugi will play solitaire or other 1 player games until he's sleepy again.

14. Who’s clumsier?


Yugi, although a very sleep deprived Seto can give Yugi a run for his money. Also more dangerous and ridiculous.

15. Who would hold the umbrella in the rain?


Both of them. Seto is too tall, Yugi gets wet. Yugi is too small, Seto bumps his head.

16. What do they argue about most?


Seto’s work hours. Yugi understands that they are necessary SOMETIMES. Seto always puts in more hours.

17. Which one is a secret snuggler? 


Seto. He usually ends up being the little spoon during the night. Yugi is either his backpack or draped over him.

18. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?


Seto. Yugi is so so so small and usually cold. Gets wrapped up in Seto’s giant coats that drag on the ground behind him if Yugi isn't careful.

19. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?


Neither! Yugi never knows exactly what Seto is in the mood for and Yugi is too food adventurous to try.

20. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?


Yugi. Seto always drives, because in Seto’s cars Yugi has trouble seeing the road because of his height. It gives Yugi comfort because he doesn't like being in cars too much.

21. Who gets the window seat?


Yugi. Seto will be busy working and won't enjoy the view anyway.

22. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it say?)

Yugi. Little nothings and reminders of important things coming up. Sometimes a ‘good luck’ if there is an important meeting.

23. Who wakes up first?


Seto because work and Yugi loooves sleeping in.

24. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?

Both. Mokuba has discovered them knocked out on the couch on multiple occasions.


25. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoors (or to sleep)? 


Yugi, as he's always cold. Seto is either wearing shoes or barefoot.

26. Who has bigger cravings? 


Seto. If he wants something, he gets it. Yugi is his impulse control a lot of the time.

27. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)?

Seto, because he's done the same for Mokuba for years.


28. Who carries all the important documents while traveling? 


Seto because he has a few control issues with documents.

29. Who sneaks in cookies in the shopping cart? 


Yugi (Mokuba helps)

30. Who cooks at 2 in the morning? 


Not really cooking, but Seto heats up shit after coming home from work late.

31. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart? 


Both. Dorks.

32. Who takes longer getting ready? 


Yugi. Seto only does some concealer, Yugi always has a full face of make-up, unless there is an emergency.

33. Who likes doing the dishes? 


Neither. That's why Seto has staff. Sometimes Yugi still does it. He isn't used to it being done for him and makes him a bit uncomfortable.

34. Who points at a dog when they see it? 


Yugi. He's been trying to bribe Seto into a pet. Mokuba, again, helps. It hasn't worked so far.

35. Who’s prone to road rage?

Seto, as anyone's incompetence makes his temper flare.

This was fun! Thanks for the ask! Hope you enjoyed it^^

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Can I get some Manic/Ardor for that ship game :3 💚🖤

Ultimate Ship Meme| CLOSED

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Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Hopefully a looong time; watch thy trap Manic :V

How quickly did/will they fall in love? -Quite quickly to both their surprise. Ardor wasn’t expecting to grow so close to Manic, and I’m sure it was likewise!

How was their first kiss? - It lead to sex SO I MEAN- //shot

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Manic no doubt

Who is the best man/men? - Lylls {HE IS BEST MAN}

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - I am actually not entirely sure?? Before they get married they’d have their kid so instead of that why not a cute ring bearer or flower child? DEF THEIR CHILD

Who did the most planning? - Ardor hands down

Who stressed the most? - I can see both stressing for their own reasons

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. {Though that depends when they get married LOL}

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - ARDOR’S PARENTS, no Shade allowed; anyone who is after them both pretty much because yknow; sometimes assholes love to ruin weddings!

Sex:

Who is on top? - I see it being equal; depends on who gets the upper hand and how they go about it

Who is the one to instigate things? - THAT ALSO DEPENDS

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now {no joke}

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? -Pretty sure they could go for a full twenty four hour session, least i know Ardor could if not longer //shot

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Sometimes; but also sometimes they can be cruel in that department eoe

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. {{Ardor isn’t much of a snuggler; gotta reassure them and shit}}

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - So far one

How many children will they adopt? - UH! So far no talk of that has been mentioned, Ardor is nervous over just one here

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -Lylls though I can see it being a thing that goes back and forth like ‘you do it’ ‘fuck no, i’m not doing it’ ect xD IDK

Who is the stricter parent? - Ardor is protective mama

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Both?

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - LYLLS

Who is the more loved parent? - Both of them

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Lylls

Who cried the most at graduation? - Ardor hides it shhhhhhhhhut

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -Ardor will bust down the damn walls

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? -  Lylls

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Ardor though I imagine Gin is too

Who does the grocery shopping? - Lylls

How often do they bake desserts? - Quite a bit Gin loves sweets though i do imagine he is allergic to peanuts so no peanut butter for him

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? -BOTH

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Manic even if he’s a dork

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Manic probably

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - BOTH OF THEM GET THEM BOTH OUT OF THE KITCHEN LYLLS

Chores:

Who cleans the room? -  Lylls

Who is really against chores? - Both

Who cleans up after the pets? - n/a

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Manic

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Ardor

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - LYLLS

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? -  Ardor

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Lylls

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - ALWAYS

What are their goals for the relationship? - Stability, Companionship, Love

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - BOTH; though more so Manic i’m sure

Who plays the most pranks? - Manic

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☁️💥 for Ellie and/or Corey?

A soft headcanon: Corey will help Ellie when it comes to fixing the Star Chaser but half the time, he’s just staring at her with heart-eyes. (I’ve been told, “Hey, intelligence and competence is hot. Especially if it keeps us from blowing up in space.”)

A fighting headcanon: Ellie’s an impeccable shot, but she’s also got a devastating right hook and a few well-placed kicks to the lower half of a person’s body isn’t beneath her :D

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☁️ : A soft headcanon for Ellie 🌟 For Ellie

A soft headcanon: though Eli’anara may not be much of a snuggler when it comes to sleeping (there are two sides of a bed for a reason!), she does very much love to snuggle with her dork of a husband during movies holovids. She’ll even cuddle up at the bar or in the booth of a restaurant. Hells, she’ll snuggle up mid-sabacc game! (and that has absolutely zero implications that she may or not be cheating)

A secret wish headcanon: Ellie really would love to be able to surprise Corey with a gift. She’s usually found the “perfect gift” for whatever the occasion and is just SO STINKING EXCITED that she can’t keep it a secret for longer than a day or so. Ironically, this is coming from the woman who can fleece just about anyone out of credits one way or another.

(Basically, she’s taken to just... giving him his gift whenever she acquires it, whether or not it’s the actual holiday it’s for. He thinks it’s hilariously sweet.)

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8. Seductive kiss for my girl Ellie and Corey, please?

Welp. This got grossly a little out of hand. I tried to keep them to a PG-13 rating, but they fought me tooth and nail. :D

The Star Chaser, 22 ATC

Shit.

Eli’anara stared at the sabacc cards in her hands as though she could change them with her thoughts alone: this entire hand was shit. Keeping her face as neutral as possible — hells, she’d bluffed her way out of worse hands than this — she took a sip of her whiskey as Corran dealt her another card. Double shit. Was it even statistically possible to get this many terrible cards in one game? Casually glancing at the pile of credit chips in the center of the table, she calculated precisely how much she stood to lose to her husband.

Shit.

Hmm, she had an idea: it wasn’t a strategy she usually employed, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and she hated losing to Corey at sabacc. (Plus, it would be fun — for both of them.)

“Ugh, it’s warm in here,” she said, taking off her sweater and letting the static pull her camisole up, juuuuust high enough to give him a glimpse of her bra and the tattoos winding up her side. “Are you warm?”

Corey swallowed hard and dragged his eyes back to the cards in his hand. “Maybe a little. I’ll bet it’s the whiskey.”

Ellie met his gaze. “Yeah. Whiskey,” she said, her voice pitched low. She tossed another credit chip into the pot, leaning forward a little too far and letting her shirt gape open at the top. She nearly crowed in triumph: his jaw clenched and his breath hitched. Ah, she knew her husband so very well.

“Maybe it’s not the whiskey, Cor,” she said, dropping her cards (face down, of course) and resting her hands on the sides of the table. She leaned forward, precariously balanced, and brushed her lips against his, whisper-soft.

He breathed her name like a prayer. She answered, benevolent, and caught his lower lip between her teeth.

“C’mere,” he growled, pulling her to his lap and knocking the game table over in his fervor.

———

Ellie lay draped across Corran, their breathing slowing, evening out as he traced the tattoos on her skin. “It’s a damn shame we won’t know who would’ve won,” she said.

“Please,” Corey said with a snort. “You never would have won with the hand you had.”

“Is that so?” See, the secret to a successful bluff was to convince even yourself that it was true. “I’m pretty sure I’d’ve trounced you.”

His snort became full-fledged laughter. “With the hand I dealt you? Nope, that whole pot should be mine.”

Every single shuffle, deal, and wager that her husband had made during the game crystallized in her mind and her eyes grew wide.

“Cheater!” she yelped, pulling back onto her elbows. “You dealt me those shitty cards on purpose!”

“HA! So you admit they were terrible!”

“Well,” she spluttered, “cheating means you default and lose automatically!”

“I didn’t see that explicitly written in the rules. Besides,” he said, pulling her close for another kiss, “I like what happens when you try to get out of losing.”

Corey’s hand trailed lightly down her side, coming to rest on the curve of her hip, his thumb drawing distracting circles on her skin.

“Call it a draw?”

Kiss Prompts

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OTP Meme: Ellie & Corey

(art by @thegarbagechute)

Tagged by @queen-scribbles​ and I’ll tag in @honekitteh​ , @lumielles​ , and YOU! Yes, you!

Bold What Applies

Italicize What Somewhat/Sometimes Applies

height difference (points at art --^) | mutual pining | first kiss | first love | wedding | in-jokes (they’ve known each other since she was a baby. they have tooonnns of inside jokes!) | lgbt+ | family disapproves | friend disapproves | would die for each other | fake relationship | arranged wedding | cuddlers | pda friendly | and they were room mates | holding hands | secret relationship | opposing worldviews | opposing personalities | opposing goals | getting a pet | have kids | want kids | grow old together | relationship failures | rests head on shoulder | share a bed | token dummies | relationship doubts | they have a song | first date | share a jacket | sharing a blanket | mutual interests | study buddies | bathing together | crash into hello | accidental nudity | laundry | same hobbies | cooking for each other (him more than her; it’s generally a disaster when she cooks) | big fancy gala | sibling rivalry | hair stroking | dancing | laying in the grass | watching stars together | watching the other sleep | shared values | friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | lovers to enemies | childhood friends | slow burn | love triangle | toxic relationship | sitting on each other’s laps | can’t be together | hugs | forehead touches | neck kisses | car/motorbike rides | compliments | nicknames | falling asleep together | late night talks | gifts

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∇ -. old age/aging headcanon (For your Snuggler Dorks)

Oh, you mean these Snuggler Dorks? XD (art by the lovely @commander-sarahs-art )

They live a long and happy life together, soaring around the galaxy and fleecing jerks out of their credits. Ellie usually wore her wedding ring on a chain around her neck (it messed with her quickdraw, she’d explain), but regarding old age, Corran dies about six months before Ellie. She puts his ring on her chain, too, constantly idly playing with them both, and refuses to ever get her tattoos updated to reflect her status as a widow. I made it saaaad!

BUT! She joins him in the Force half a year later and they’re together for all eternity, which is really all you can ask for.

Headcanon Meme

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♒ for the avocado of your choice?

Well, Ellie could somehow manage to burn water, so there’s that. Corey can cook but doesn’t particularly enjoy it, so they go out/order takeout a lot... or have C2 make meals

Headcanon Meme

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21. annoyed

24 ATC, Rishi

An annoyed snarl echoed from the kitchenette and Corran smothered a chuckle – what on earth was his wife destroying in the kitchen this time? He entered the room, prepared for a terrible mess – though he hadn’t heard any crashes or shouts of pain, so that boded well – only to find Ellie glaring at a takeout container.

“They only delivered your meal and the sides for mine,” she said, sulking, “and I was really looking forward to that nerf burger.”

(Don’t worry, Ellie gets her burger. :D And why is it so easy to write domestic shenanigans for these two snuggler smuggler dorks?)

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Ellie and When it storms for the mini fic prompt thingy :)

19 ATC, Outer Rim

Delrakkin may have been one of the best places in the sector to hide from Arcann and his Force-forsaken fleet, but Eli’anara despised it. The only place on the entire planet safe from vicious rainstorms was the capital, but it was far too hard to blend in there. And she and Corran needed to stay out of sight.

She tapped her fingers in a staccato rhythm on the armrest of the captain’s chair, leg bouncing, as she waited for the sensor scan to finish. Lightning arced across the sky, sending eerie shadows throughout the cockpit. The wind and rain lashed at trees and whipped vines across the viewport. What if there was enough rain that the marsh they’d settled in flooded? Would they even be able to take off with all this mud and muck? Corey said that they’d landed on a rocky outcropping, but what if–

A set of beeps from the scanner dragged Ellie’s wandering thoughts back to the problem at hand and she muttered a string of curses. They’d been here over a week – when would that damned fleet give up and leave the fucking sector already?

Another sheet of rain pelted the viewport and she leapt out of her chair, heading to the hallway to pace away her nervous energy. She ran into Corey as he exited the kitchen, nearly spilling hot caf down the front of her husband’s shirt.

“El?” Corran asked, worried, as he set down his caf.

“We should leave,” she said without preamble. “I can plot a path that avoids the Fleet and then –”

“No, we can’t. You know their sensor tech is better than ours. If you know they’re here, they’ll find us the minute we fire up the engines. And if they catch us…” he trailed off ominously.

“Well, I’m the captain and I say that we can make it,” Ellie hissed.

He sighed and reached out, taking her shoulders in his hands. “Look. I know you’re scared and you hate this. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be upset or freaking out or whatever,” Corey insisted as she tried to interrupt. “But we’re safe here. I promise you. You don’t have to go outside, you just have to deal with my company. Which – I must say – you signed up for, wife.” He winked, eliciting a small grin from the Captain.

“Besides,” he continued, thumbs rubbing Ellie’s arms comfortingly, “sitting tight for a little while longer will protect us. And it’ll protect our home, our families. Which is the reason we’re doing all this dangerous shit anyway, right?”

“Yeah,” she whispered with a nod. “I know.”

Corran slid his hands down her arms and brought her hands to his lips. “Hang on a second, I have an idea.” Pulling out his datapad, he tapped the screen a few times and the opening strains of one of her favorite songs poured out of the Star Chaser’s speaker system. The rain was still falling, but it took a background to the song, becoming ambient noise.

Ellie let him take her hand and pull her close before they began to sway back and forth, his hand a steadying pressure on her back. She rested her head on her husband’s chest, relaxing into his arms. “Thank you,” she murmured.

“‘Course. Don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner,” he said, spinning Eli’anara in a slow circle, then pulling her back to his chest.

“You’re the best.”

“Eh, I do what I can.”

Minific Prompts

[storyknitter]

I mus, of course, do ♫ for my fave girl Ellie, and if you feel like it, her and Corey as a ship. :D

Hmm, I think Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen sums up my girl pretty well, or I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) by Whitney Houston.

For Ellie and Corey? Definitely Wouldn’t It Be Nice by The Beach Boys

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G or O for Ellie and Corey

G: A fistfight (though I have an idea stewing for O as well…)

It was near impossible to hear oneself think in this crowded bar, Ellie thought. Why did she always get dragged through Nar Shaddaa? This planet was awful – she felt dirty every time she left.

“Okay,” she said to Corran, her eyes subtly following the gang leader as he downed his latest drink. “I’ll distract them and you snag the data key so we can… transfer ownership of those shipping crates.”

“‘Distract them’? Not sure I like the sound of that, El,” he said, shaking his head. “What are you gonna do?”

“Improvise,” she retorted with a shrug. “I’m better at improvising. You’re better at pickpocketing.”

Corey raised a brow. “Oh?”

“Don’t get cocky – I will likely never admit that again.” With a broad grin, she stumbled off toward her target, sloshing her watered-down whiskey over her hand and onto the floor. Tripping over the gangster’s foot in her faux-drunk state, she whirled on him.

“Hey!” Ellie slurred. “What th’ hells do y’think yer doin’, ya overweight glob o’ grease? I’m walkin’ here!” she screeched, throwing a wild punch.

She could have sworn that she heard Corran mutter, “Dammit, Ellie,” while slinking off to his own objective. She’d barely blinked when a meaty hand connected with her face, sending a sharp pain through her skull that echoed the shattering of her glass on the floor.

Doubling over and swaying a bit to play up her drunken appearance, Eli’anara shook her head to clear it. Oh, stars dammit, that hurt. She sniffled and swore again as the bright tang of blood rushed over her senses. If that bastard broke her nose, she was gonna kill him – it didn’t matter that she’d started it in the first place. She stood, making sure to wobble, and locked eyes with the jerk who hit her.

Raising her arm, she dragged the back of her hand across her face, glancing down briefly at the blood she wiped away before smirking at her rival.

“You’re gonna regret that,” she said and reached back, her weight shifting fluidly as she hurled an accurate, perfectly sober right hook.

Minific Prompts

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micro story 15 (trembling hands) for Ellie and Corey, pretty please

Apparently, I’m an angst-gremlin today. Could I have written something cute and fluffy about them holding hands? Probably. Did I? Nope. This takes place about a year or so before the in-game Smuggler story, and leads to Ellie leaving her family/Mirial and heading off to the stars.

The monitor beeped evenly as Corran’s chest rose and fell in a steady accompanying rhythm; a multitude of wires and tubes connected his otherwise-motionless body to a half-dozen medical machines. Shifting in her hard metal chair, Ellie set her cold caf on the floor and leaned forward, smoothing back a piece of hair from where it had fallen onto his forehead.

“You need a haircut,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady. “You were supposed to stop for one on Dantooine, remember?” Slipping trembling hands around his, cool and limp, she stifled a sob and brought his hand to her lips, the dull fluorescent light reflecting off of her engagement ring.

“C’mon, Cor, wake up. Please,” she whispered, resting her cheek on his hand as a tear streaked down her face.

Microstory Prompts

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"kisses that start at the fingers, then the knuckles, then trail all the way up the wrist and arm" with either of your avocado girls :)

The crash of the waves along the Rishi shore made for a soothing background as Corran strolled home along the beach, the afternoon sun casting shadows along the sand. Today had been a great day, and it wasn’t even over yet: he’d spent the entire morning relaxing in the sun and sand with the love of his life, his favorite Huttball team had won, there were more credits in his pockets than he’d taken to the cantina – thanks to a few good hands of sabacc – and Ellie had promised him something special for dinner. He took a sip of his Corellian Ale, idly wondering what she was having Seetoo prepare. (After the last over-salted, scorched fiasco in the kitchen, she’d sworn off of cooking forever – for probably the fiftieth time since they’d started dating.)

All in all, it was shaping up to be a fairly good birthday, if he did say so himself.

Arriving at the entrance to their apartment, Corey sniffed and grinned at the delicious aroma filling his nose. A sharp yelp of pain followed by a crash sent his heart racing.

“Ellie?”

An impressive string of curses answered him and he darted into the living room, only to find it empty. “El?” he asked, worry bleeding into his voice “Where are you?”

“In the Force-damned kitchen,” she snarled, letting out another series of expletives. Following her voice, Corey found his wife standing next to the stove, her right hand clutched to her chest, blinking away tears.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, rushing to her side. Ellie nodded with a sniffle and, content that she wasn’t too badly injured, he glanced around the kitchen.

The oven door was hanging open, a large pan containing two near-perfectly seared pieces of food rested haphazardly on the open door, dangerously close to the edge, and there was some liquid on the floor surrounding Ellie. Two pots, sides dirty from spills, sat on the burners. A lone potholder was millimeters from falling from the countertop to the floor.

“What the hells happened in here?”

“I happened,” she said morosely. “Why do I suck at cooking? It shouldn’t be this difficult!” She frowned, still cradling her curled-up hand, and he ran his fingertips along her arm.

“That’s not what I meant, El. How bad does it hurt? Can it wait until I get that pan on the stove top?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she grumbled, and made her way to the dining table, avoiding whatever had spilled on the floor.

“Where’s Seetoo? I figured you’d have him do the cooking,” he said, snagging the potholder before picking up the scalding hot handle of the pan, resting it on the back burner.

“It’s your birthday. I wanted to do this for you by myself.” Flopping into a chair, she sighed as he turned the burners off under the pots and put a lid on the still-hot pan. “I’ll go reactivate Seetoo.”

“No, wait. I mean, it looks done. Let’s try it before we toss it.” She looked up at him and he shrugged, turning to the cabinet where they kept the med kit. “Worst-case scenario, we head out for dinner. Or… we order in,” he said with a wink, clutching his chest in feigned hurt when she rolled her eyes.

“All right, now lemme see your hand, babe.” Hooking his ankle around the empty chair, he dragged it next to Ellie and set the kit on the table. She hissed as she uncurled her fingers, a massive blister crossing her entire palm, as well as parts of her fingers and thumb.

“Oh, El,” he murmured, gently slathering kolto and an analgesic on her palm. Reaching back into the kit, he pulled out a roll of gauze before wrapping up her hand, starting at her wrist and ending with her fingers, their painted nails peeking out from the white fabric.

Grasping Eli'anara’s wrist tenderly, Corey turned her hand palm-up and lightly kissed each of the exposed fingertips. His lips drifted to the pad of her thumb, then her wrist, pressing against the pulse beating beneath her soft skin. He took her upper arm in his other hand, trailing kisses up her forearm. He nuzzled the crook of her elbow and ignored her annoyed huff, determined to make her feel better about dinner.

He dropped kiss after kiss along her bicep and over the top of her shoulder, sliding the skinny strap of her tank out of the way to trace the length of her collarbone with his lips. Pausing millimeters from her neck, his hot breath sent goosebumps prickling along her skin and he grinned wolfishly.

In one swift motion, Corey wrapped his arms around her, his fingertips finding the sensitive spots on the side of her ribs. He poked at them as he exaggeratedly bit into the side of her neck, eliciting a shriek of laughter as she tried to squirm out of his grasp.

“Aaah, haha, Corey stop it,” she gasped. “That tickles! Ahaha!”

He paused briefly. “Are you still upset about dinner?” Ellie sighed in response and he poked at her ribs again, content to lose his hearing over her squeaks and giggles. After a few minutes of her attempts at wriggling out of his arms, they both ended up on the floor in a tangle of limbs.

“Hmm,” he said with a smirk. “I like how this has worked out.” She rested her bandaged hand on his cheek and kissed him soundly, pulling away with another giggle as his stomach rumbled. He glared, offended, at his torso.

“Shall we see if I completely karked up dinner this time, or if I just karked it up a little bit?” Ellie asked, her smile sparkling in her big blue eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “Let’s go try it out – what’s the worst that could happen?”

“Corran, you really should know better by now than to ask that.”

He stood and offered his hand, pulling her up and into another hug. Ellie tensed, expecting to be tickled, but instead, Corey kissed her, hard.

“I love you, ya know,” he said, a bit more breathless than he’d expected. She grinned and nodded. “I think the only thing that could make this day better would be getting to unwrap you after dinner.”

“Well, then. What are we waiting for?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

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64. Scribble for Ellie? (no, I don't have a favorite child of yours, why do you ask? :P)

Set many, many moons before the vanilla SWTOR storyline. ;)

Eli'anara tried to stifle her boredom while listening to her teacher drone on endlessly about the histories of their people; she’d known this stuff since she was nine, for kriff’s sake. Propping her cheek on the heel of her hand, she glanced down at her scribbled notes and snarky comments regarding the teacher’s knowledge – or lack thereof. Taking up her pen again and letting her mind wander, she doodled in the margins of the flimsi: star charts, tattoo designs, her signature… and finally, “E + C.”