#Ven'fir Polaris

[mercurypilgrim]

Ven for 1. ?

1. Think of your three closest friends - would you have sex with any of them? Have you already?

Ven grins, bouncing his leg.

"Ohh, I like this question!" He says, a little too loud. "Well, Malavai is already one of my best friends and I married him. We definitely have sex. We have great sex."

He seems utterly happy to inform you of this.

"I definitely thought about what it would be like to sleep with Vette, but we never did anything. Wrong timing, and all that.

Lana and Theron... I would love to spend some naked time with Lana, I bet we could have some great fun." He sighs, wistful.

"Theron... well, suffice to say that he walked around the base a bit shell-shocked for a few days. He couldn't look Malavai in the eye.

I think Mal and I blew his mind a bit, among other things." He laughs, shameless.

He pauses for a moment, thinking.

"Wait, that was more than three. Does Malavai count if I married him?"

He flaps a hand.

"Whatever. You get a free one."

He looks at you, devilish.

"Say, if we become friends, we could work on expanding the list." He says, winking at you.

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[mercurypilgrim]

16 for Ven/Malavai (for the kiss meme)

16. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

- - -

"Why can't people just do as they're told?!"

Malavai glanced over at the fuming Sith, his fingers falling still on the holopad he was working from.

Ven'fir was looking frazzled, his brow furrowed in frustration and his eyes squinting at the holo as though it had personally offended him.

He'd been trying to negotiate safe passage for Alliance trade routes, but was being stonewalled by several sectors that saw an opportunity to squeeze the Alliance for every credit it could spare. Which, considering they were a fledgling organisation waging an entire war on their lonesome, was not many.

Ven sighed, covering his face with his hands and breathing deeply.

Quietly, Malavai set his work aside and padded over to him.

Ven was a warrior at heart and while he was his own brand of charming, he despaired at playing diplomat. He was too honest, too straightforward and, Malavai privately thought, simply too impatient.

Ven raised his head as Malavai approached, the ring on his finger catching the artificial lights. It's matching twin sat snugly on Malavai's finger.

He looked tired. His eyes, burning molten Sith gold, were ringed in dark circles that has nothing to do with the Dark Side. Lines around his eyes seemed deeper, even as Malavai noted the years passing for them both.

Ven softened as the sight of him and that made Malavai feel warm inside.

His Sith sighed.

"Why do they want to talk to me?" He complained, "I don't know anything about trade routes! All I know is that we offered them a good deal and that they took it, but don't want to hold up their end. Can't people just do what they say they'll do?"

Malavai smiled, small and reserved. He settled his hands on his sith's waist, demure. Ven’fir breathed out, long and low, as he settled into Malavai's space. Malavai felt his hands settle on his hips, and he could feel warmth seeping through his clothes.

"Because that would be too easy." He murmured, and Ven's nose wrinkled.

"Sometimes I would kill for easy," he muttered, "I have several ideas as to who, too."

Malavai bet he did. Those messing Ven'fir around over holo would be much less inclined to do it in person, he was sure.

The frown softened into a pout, and Malavai was struck by how boyish it made him look.

"Malavai, do I have to keep working? Can't we take an afternoon off?"

Ven'fir's eyes turned pleading and Malavai would have found it hard to resist if he hadn't been building up an immunity to Ven's puppy eyes and pout for the past decade.

He felt himself soften and press close, relishing how warm Ven always was.

He smiled, and leaned in to kiss the pout off his face.

Ven melted into it, and Malavai would never tire of having that power.

A hand settled on Malavai's jaw and kept him close, and he shivered as warm fingers brushed his throat.

They parted, each flushed and relaxed.

"So? We can sneak off like we're teenagers..." Ven wheedled, and Malavai didn't need to tell him that he had never snuck off when he was a teenager. Besides, they were both depressingly far from being that young.

Malavai smiled at him, and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth.

"No."

Ven drew back, expression such potent indignation that Malavai fought not to laugh.

"Malavai! That was cruel." He complained, although he stayed close.

"We can't just leave in the middle of the day," Malavai said reasonably. He paused. "But no one said we couldn't book some time off."

Ven's face morphed into delight, and he gave Malavai a little squeeze.

"Oh, you tease." He grinned. "Make it a week, because we won't be leaving our quarters for the first few days."

There was little confusion as to what that meant, and Malavai felt himself flush.

"I like the sound of that." He admitted, soft.

Ven's grin turned teasing, his eyes warm.

"I bet you do."

[mercurypilgrim]

@ Ven if you could pick a dish to magically know how to cook properly what would it be

Ven stares at you for a moment, not having anticipated your question.

He opens his mouth to speak, closes it again, frowns, and then thinks some more.

"Klemon tart because I want want be able to eat it whenever I want. Wait- the wedding meal from Warm Hearts, Cold Space because that sounded amazing- wait, no. ... Can I change my answer?"

After you nod in bemusement, he continues.

He looks very pleased with himself, impatiently brushing an errant curl from his eyes. The stream of consciousness you received a moment ago seems immediately forgotten.

"Chiss toasted salad, because it's Malavai's favourite." He says proudly, pleased with himself for deciding. "I have absolutely no idea how one toasts a salad, or why anyone would want to, but he likes it for some reason. I want to be able to make his favourite thing perfectly, and he would be so surprised."

He gives you a delighted, sly grin.

"He would accuse me of getting a delivery from the restaurant he likes, but it would have been me!"

He cackles as if he's planned a vicious practical joke, and not his lover's favourite meal.

Seemingly distracted from the actual point of the question, he calls up the holonet on his datapad and begins looking at recipes.

"I can't magically know, but I've got the holonet and that's basically the same thing, right?" He asks you, turning back to his searching before you can answer. He shoves the datapad in your face, barely an inch from your nose. As you reorientate yourself, you see a recipe page.

"Do you think this would be too hard?" He asks earnestly, a crease between his brows. He's quite forgotten the original question, now excited and fixed on surprising his lover.

You're not entirely sure how to answer him, especially when he takes your silence as dissent.

"Awesome," he breathes, beaming. "Hey, do you want to go and get ingredients with me?"

[mercurypilgrim]

47 for Ven!

47. A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

I went with Ven/Quinn. ^_^

- - -

"Major Quinn, reporting for duty."

Ven is sure that he didn't hear right, but he must have, because his heart is beating out of his chest and his stomach has dropped like he's thrown himself out of a shuttle.

He turns, frantic and like he's moving too slow, and he sees him.

For a moment or several, all he can do is stare.

He stands there, people milling around him, utterly still. He's standing to attention, and Ven is still sure he's seeing things until he smiles, tired and like he's about to cry. His gaze is fixed on Ven.

In the dreams Vitiate sends him, he never smiles.

He must look a sight; the Commander of the Alliance, slack jawed and wide eyed.

He drinks him in for a second. He looks older now, his hair featuring more salt in it's pepper than he remembered. There's scars running faintly over the side of his face, and his uniform features more crimson.

He watches Ven like he can't take his eyes off him.

Something jolts him out of his head and he crosses the hangar in quick strides, not caring for anyone watching.

He sees Malavai swallow hard and before the other man can do anything like salute him or something equally awkward, Ven throws his arms around him.

He hugs him tight, clinging to him like if he lets go he might not find him for another five years.

He buries his nose in the crook of his neck and breathes him in, and he feels a sob burst from his chest.

Malavai hugs him back, the stiffness melting out of his posture in the face of Ven holding him so tight he can barely breathe.

"I missed you." he whispers unsteadily, and Ven falls apart to the sound of his voice.

He holds him close for a long time, letting himself revel in the physical sensation of having him again.

When he pulls back, it's only to kiss him. He kisses him with no thought to propriety or where they are, and it's the kind of kiss that says all the things he wants to say but doesn't have words for.

Malavai kisses back, and Ven can taste salt between them.

Ven is crying, and he hadn't even noticed.

"I missed you too." he whispers, before he hugs him again.

He feels whole for the first time in five years.

It's overwhelming.

Faintly, he can hear some cheers and the occasional 'aww', but he ignores it.

He's home.

[mercurypilgrim]

How would Commander Ven react, when the someone belonging to the Empire clashes with his people? I mean, they work together, there is trade (I assume), I guess it is nearly inevitable that one day a Sith electrocutes a smuggler for not bowing fast enough, or sth like that. (I am assuming a case, where the Alliance-member has not mouthed off, just an Imperial/Sith behaving the Stupid Evil way Avior and Ven would not have been able to eradicate completely yet.)

Well, he wouldn't be pleased, that's for sure!

Ven isn't a possessive person generally, but he does have a strong feeling of responsibility for those in his Alliance, moreso even than when he led Imperials as Wrath.

These people chose to give him their loyalty, chose to let him lead them, and in return he is responsible for them.

Therefore he would take anyone taking liberties with his people very badly indeed.

If he saw it happening in person, he would wait a moment to make sure it wasn't friendly ribbing or something the person wanted to handle themselves. It is was, no foul. If it wasn't, he would march over there and stop whatever it was with force, if necessary.

Ven's still very much Sith, and would act like it.

Snippet under the cut!

Ven's eyes catch something across the hangar, and he frowns.

That could be a inconsequential tiff, or even friendly banter, but the way the people moved made him unsure.

A mechanic sporting a grubby Alliance patch was clenching her fists as a someone, a tall pureblood, berated her.

A crimson skinned hand darted out and backhanded the mechanic, and Ven was already moving through the people turning to look.

The hand was raised again for another blow, but he wrapped clawed, gauntleted fingers around the wrist and squeezed.

"What," he began, fury churning his belly. "Do you think you're doing?"

The Pureblood was snarling and reaching for her blade, but seeing who it was her expression turned snooty.

"This little rat scuffed my shuttle," she accused, sulphur yellow eyes narrowed. "Darth Venator, you really should instill some discipline in your people."

The mechanic, a twi'lek with lines gathering at her mouth and around her eyes, moved her gaze to Ven, upset and unsure. She flinched from his gaze, and he felt his belly twist. She was afraid of him, too.

"Here," he corrected, tone acidic. "I am Commander. If you ever lay a hand on one of my people again, I'll cut it off."

He tightened his grip until he heard bones creak, and the pureblood started to panic. The metal claws on his gauntlets dug unto her skin, drawing little beads of blood.

"You were informed of the rules when you arrived on Odessen, and you chose to ignore them. Apologise."

The pureblood stared, as if she had never been asked to apologise before.

Perhaps she hadn't.

"This is ridiculous. I will not apologise for merely disciplining an errant slave!"

The twi'lek looked about ready to cry.

"I am not a slave." She cried, hurt.

Ven laid his free hand on her shoulder. She jumped, eyes huge.

"Leave." he snarled at the Sith, who blinked. He released her wrist with a painful squeeze. "I want you off Odessen within the hour."

She frowned, rubbing her wrist. It was turning turning an angry purple.

"Darth Venator, be reasonable-"

"I think I'm being plenty reasonable." He snapped. "You refuse to follow the rules on our planet, so you clearly have no respect for the Alliance, or me. You assaulted one of my people, and refuse to apologise. Emperor Kallig will be hearing about this from me, and you had better hope you have a good explanation for jeopardising the relationship between the Empire and the Alliance."

She grew paler as he spoke, turning a sickly shade of washed out crimson.

"Commander, I-"

Ven stared her down.

"If you'd have behaved like that in front of me when I was Wrath, I'd have taken your arm off." He assured, mean. The reminder of his former role in the Empire never hurt, and the pureblood swallowed. "Luckily for you, this is Odessen and not the Empire, a fact you seem to have forgotten."

There was a choice for her, here. She could up her bluster and hope he would back off, of she could accept defeat gracefully.

Wisely, she chose the latter.

She inclined her head stiffly before storming away, mortified and furious.

Ven watched her go, and sighed.

He turned to the twi'lek by his side.

"Im sorry about that," he murmured. "It shouldn't have happened. Are you alright?"

The mechanic nodded, shaky.

"Thank you. I- I thought she would kill me."

Ven felt his stomach twist unpleasantly.

"I wouldn't let that happen. If anyone, Sith or otherwise, give you or anyone else trouble, please report it. We'll take care of it."

She glanced up at him, still shaken.

"I- okay." She paused. "Is it really like that in the Empire?"

Ven sighed.

"It used to be. Emperor Kallig doesn't stand for that sort of thing, but it does take time to change attitudes."

"You're not like that."

He smiled.

"Not every Sith is, just the really entitled ones." He gave her a grin. "Take the rest of the day off. Head to the medbay if you think you need it."

She smiled at him, and she wasn't shaking any more.

"Thank you, Commander."

Ven nodded, belly warm.

"Any time."

[mercurypilgrim]

Out of curiosity: Why don’t Vette and Ven do the bedroom-tango? I love the friendship- dynamic between those two, I am just curious: At one point, Vette has a crush on Ven and Ven is not exactly known for turning down an opportunity. So, how come?

Ooh, great question!

It's all to do with a bit of mistiming!

When Ven and Vette first met, she was very wary of him. He was volatile, unknown, and a Sith, so she kept her distance from him, expecting the worst. After all, she was a slave gifted to him, and wasn't in much of a position to be trusting.

On Ven's part, he liked her company and thought she was pretty, so he flirted. The idea of sleeping with someone collared and shackled made him feel weird though, so he didn't pursue her as hard and he might have done otherwise.

By the time Vette realised that she was pretty safe in his company and she actually liked him, he had met Quinn and immediately fallen head over heels for him.

So, by the time Vette's crush bloomed, Ven had already turned his affections elsewhere (onto poor Quinn, who had no idea how to handle that).

Eventually her crush faded, and they settled into more of a platonic dynamic.

Later, she would realise some burgeoning feelings for her best friend, Jaesa. Ven, being the ultimate wingman he is, was more than happy to help her out.

[mercurypilgrim]

Has anyone tried to bribe or buy Ven by gifting him a slave/slaves (aside from whoever was responsible for Vette - Barras, I guess)? If yes, how did he react?

Ooh, I like this question!

I would say that yes, this has happened. Slaves are a commodity in the Empire, and I’d imagine someone wouldn’t think twice about using them as bartering chips.

I liked this so much imma write a snippet for it. ^_^

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Ven'fir stared.

"I-" he managed, before closing his mouth.

It wasn't often that he was speechless.

The Sith that was watching his reaction seemed very pleased with himself, his crimson tattoos moving as his smile crinkled his eyes.

The human on the end of the chain kept her eyes down respectfully, shivering slightly in the chill of a Kaasi evening breeze. She wore what amounted to decorative scraps of fabric, held together by delicate silver chains and other adornments.

"You like her, yes?" The other Sith prompted, smug. "She's a gift. One that I hope will allow you to look more favourably upon my proposal, Darth Venator."

The human's shoulders tensed ever so slightly, and Ven'fir's thoughts were like a whirlwind.

Ven'fir hadn't used to think much about slaves before. The ones that served his House had been pleasant enough, if a bit quiet. None of them were particularly badly treated as far as he saw, and it was such a normal part of his life that he'd never much thought about them.

Then, Vette.

Now he thought about it a lot.

He swallowed, and it was painful.

"I don't appreciate bribery," he said, voice pitched low. The Sith hurriedly tried to explain, his eyes turning wide as he realised his mistake. Some Sith had honour, but he had assumed the roguish Darth Venator was no one of them. "If you want your daughter to apprentice under me, she must earn it."

He pinned the older man, the proud father, with a glare that had him cowering. A hint of power licked at their senses, something massive and burning, like looking into the heart of a star.

"You should have done more research on me," he muttered, flexing clawed gauntlets. The Sith's eyes darted to them, horrified. The air was beginning to taste like fear.

The slave shivered, closing her eyes and refusing to move.

"I cannot abide people being sold like property." he snarled, reaching out.

He wasn't sure when the Force choke had become a signature of his, but the way the Sith's aura flared with fear and he dropped the end of the chain to get away told him that he knew what was coming.

The Force wrapped around his throat, almost gentle in it's slowness. It curled around his neck and began to squeeze, the pressure gradually increasing to give the victim more than enough time to understand what was happening to them.

By the time the Sith was begging, he was already turning puce.

"I should snap your neck," Ven'fir murmured, and ignored the tears running down the others cheeks. "I wonder if you appreciate the feeling, hm? This is what a choke collar feels like."

He paused, glancing down to the slave crouching on the floor.

"Want me to kill him?" he asked, and she only trembled.

He sighed, and let the Sith fall into unconsciousness instead. His own power was calling out for blood, to sink his clawed hand through the pleading Sith's chest and feel the hot lifeblood seep between the seams of his gauntlets. He soothed the urge like one would a feral cat, soft lies calming ruffled fur.

He let the unconscious body slip to the floor, where it lay, crumpled. At least this way the daughter, an acolyte at the academy looking for her first apprenticeship, wouldn't come looking to avenge her father by killing him. He had no wish to spill her blood too.

Carefully, he approached the slave, whose nose was almost touching the floor. Her hair, cropped short, exposed how her ears had been pierced through with more delicate silver jewellery.

Ven'fir knelt in front of her, somewhat at a loss.

"Hey," he murmured, "It's all right. He's gone, and I won't hurt you."

Nothing.

"Please, look at me?" he asked, something in the Force nudging him to ask.

Immediately the woman looked up and into his eyes, and he saw her form tense again in fear when she met his amber gaze, Sith eyes lambent in the dim lighting.

He tried for a small smile.

"Well done," he murmured, "Please, you are allowed to speak to me however you wish."

Guarded, she nodded.

"What's your name?" he asked, watching how she considered the question.

"Marif, sir." She said after a few moments, wary like she expected him to be displeased.

"That's a nice name," he assured, smiling. "My name if Ven'fir."

She shifted, and her chains made delicate clinking noises as she did so. Ven'fir hated the sound.

"Master Rovial called you Darth Venator, sir." she all but whispered.

Ven'fir nodded.

"Yes, that's my Sith title. You can call me whatever you like." he soothed, "Now, can you stand? I'm going to take you with me to get some proper clothes on, and then I'm going to get you off this planet."

She stared at him, wide eyed. She couldn't have been more than twenty, and his belly clenched. The kind of clothes she had been put in made her intended purpose obvious.

"I'm freeing you." he said softly. "Come on, I won't let anything happen to you."

Carefully, awaiting a punishment at every turn, she stood on shaking legs. He offered her his arm and she clung to it as he swept his cloak over her shoulders. It drowned her in fabric, but she pulled it around herself and pressed close. She was trembling and frightened, of him almost as much as everything else.

He swallowed hard, and punched in a channel on his holo.

His crew would help.

He felt her hand, tiny in his own, tighten as they walked, leaving the unconscious body of her former Master behind them.

Neither looked back.

[mercurypilgrim]

Yon/Ven 1 or 20

1. Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

@darkshadeless ;)

- - -

Ven loves mornings.

He's a light sleeper by nature, too much energy even when asleep keeping him close to the surface of consciousness.

He might not be very good at them, too many things to distract before he settles into a rhythm, but he does enjoy them.

He wakes with the watery Kaasi sunrise that filters into their bedroom, often before either of his partners.

Malavai sleeps like the dead, which is adorable, and Ven likes watching him. Malavai doesn't do enough of it anyway, so watching the slow rise and fall of his chest while his lashes fan against pale cheeks is delightful.

Conversely, Ven cannot leave Yon alone.

He wants to wake him up and cuddle him, or bring him breakfast with his morning reports, or poke him to feel him twitch and curse, or otherwise just match his energy against someone else's.

He's bored, and Yon is more entertaining in the mornings than Malavai is.

Malavai is vicious and snippy when he doesn't get enough sleep, and not in a fun way.

Yon, however, will spit and grumble and entertain.

Heart filled with devilry, Ven leans over and presses a little kiss to Yon's cheek.

There's the faintest hint of stubble under his lips as he does so, and he grins.

He does it again, planting a quick little kiss on his his nose.

Then on his brow.

Then his chin.

His cheekbone.

His jaw.

The crows feet starting to settle in around his eyes.

He avoids his mouth for no other reason than to be contrary, and delights in how Yon's nose crinkles under the attention as sleep loosens its hold on him.

He wakes to Ven peppering his face with tiny kisses, and he doesn't look happy about it.

"V'n?" He manages, sleepy and frowning.

Ven beams at him.

"Morning, sweetheart." He teases, "Rise and shine, your highness!"

Yon glares at him, but even if Ven hadn't been immune to his intimidation skills, the effect was ruined by his bed hair and the red line of a pillow crease scored into one cheek.

He narrows his eyes, and Ven grins at him.

There's a pause before Ven nips in to kiss him again, intent on darting back out before Yon can catch him, but a hand closes around his wrist and Yon pulls him into a proper kiss.

Ven doesn't mind.

It's a quick thing, just a simple press of lips, but it's warm and Ven can feel his belly blooming with fondness.

They part, soft.

"Good morning," Yon murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. He's smiling.

Ven squeezes his hand.

"C'mon," he grins, "I want to make Malavai breakfast in bed."

His lover's expression turns delighted.

"That," he assured firmly, swinging his legs out of the bed, careful not to disturb it's still sleeping occupant. "Is a brilliant idea."

[mercurypilgrim]

Ven’fir vs “that’s what she said” moments in battle banter.

“Darth Venator! They’re coming at us from behind!”

“That’s what she said!”

“Sir.”

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“My lord, we’re planning a full frontal assault.”

“Full frontal, eh? That’s what she said!”

“My lord, please.”

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“Taste my lightsaber, Sith!”

“That’s what she said!”

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“I can sense your fear. Come out, Jedi!”

“I’m gay!”

“I- oh.”

[mercurypilgrim]

41 from the kiss prompts seems made form Dromund Kaas so... Ven’fir and Quinn?

41.  Kisses shared under an umbrella.

“Well, this isn’t ideal.”

The sigh in Malavai’s voice was rivalled only by his displeased expression, and Ven’fir couldn’t help but laugh as they huddled under their umbrella.

“No,” he agreed fondly, “It isn’t.”

Rainstorms were hardly a rare occurrence on Dromund Kaas, but one that was so sudden was. The skies had been as clear as they’d ever been, and they had decided to make the most of a rare free day by heading for a café and spending some time alone together.

Naturally, they’d been caught in the rain on the way back, not an handy shop in sight and only Malavai’s little umbrella to shield them.

They were huddled under a small awning, more decorative than functional if the raindrops hammering onto the umbrella were any indication.

Malavai was peering at the clouds like they had personally insulted him, all pursed mouth and furrowed brow, as if to give the sky a thorough dressing down.

Ven’s heart swelled with affection, and he ignored how the raindrops dripped down the arm that the umbrella wasn’t quite covering.

He snagged the officers hand with his cybernetic one, reaching around him so that he had to turn to face Ven, his face questioning.

He blushed when Ven cupped his cheek and kissed him, one hand still holding their umbrella and the other instinctively grasping Ven’s shirt as he kissed back.

His skin was cool and damp from the rain, and he tasted like expensive caf and the little pastries they’d ordered earlier. Ven’fir wasn’t sure how long they kissed under the too small umbrella in the middle of a Kaasi rainstorm, but he knew he never wanted to be anywhere else.

[mercurypilgrim]

16 Yon/Ven /(Malavai)

16. Does one have an interest the other think is weird but wants to listen to it regardless

@darkshadeless ;)

Ven has a tendency to hyperfixate, and while Malavai is often completely lost as to what in the galaxy he’s talking about, he still likes to listen to him get excited. His own interests are a little more sedate, and while he gets very into whatever he’s involved in, he’s somewhat less manic in his interest. Ven loves listening to him explain what he’s doing, finding it very relaxing.

Yon, I would imagine, would have slightly less patience with Ven’s speed-rambling, but wouldn’t be so mean as to force him to stop. :P

Ven adores the Warm Hearts, Cold Space series, which is a series of novels that spawned some cheesy holomovies, comics, merch, spin off series and an ungodly amount of fanfiction. Ven is directly responsible for a lot of that fanfiction.

Other things that he’s been obsessed with include but are not limited to:

- Nexu

- Flower pressing

- Nail art

- Star Destroyer 99 (A long running comedy series)

- The Great Imperial Bake Off

- The colour orange

- Salted Algae Pufffffs™

- Puffy sleeved shirts

- Yon’s hair

- Monocylces

- Metalwork

- Millipedes

Ven can also work a lot of these into the same conversation. The links make perfect sense in his own head, but most other people are left quite baffled.

He saw a picture of a Nexu the other day and that reminded him of Axial Park zoo which in turn made him think of the giant bug he saw there so that’s on to millipedes and their funny legs and they’re sort of the same shape as the Algae Pufffffs™ he had after lunch and then that clearly links to the puffy sleeves that used to be in fashion and looked really good on Yon but the orange one Vette bought him clashed with Yon’s hair that Ven has been running his fingers through while they watched the Great Imperial Bake off as Yon was showing him his favourite nail designs Ven had come up the other night with while listening to a holocast about monocyles that made him think of that one episode of Star Destroyer 99 where Lord Fuule fell off one and needed a cybernetic nose so they showed how they cast it in metal but Ven once saw a lily made out of metal which was kind of like the one he had in his bedroom waiting to be pressed.

So, Nexu and flower pressing are clearly related things Yon, what do you mean you don’t get it?!

[mercurypilgrim]

The Sub Button 2 - Soft

A continuation of @darkshadeless awesome work: The Sub Button 2 - The Mankini!

And that's inspired by @tearlessrain's amazing depiction of Ven in.. something. :')

Fluffy smut between Ven and Yon. <3

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There's a hearth-warm bloom of fondness from Yon as Ven tries to guess, and he presses closer.

Yon's eyes are closed as he winds his hands in Ven's hair, and Ven is distracted by the pretty fan of lashes against Yon's cheeks and how nice it feels when someone plays with his hair.

“Spoil me?”

Oh.

Ven processes that for a second, let’s it percolate through the labyrinth of his brain, falling into the right path like a marble run.

There's an almost overwhelming sense of relief, of wonderful surety, that he can’t help but give Yon an affectionate squeeze.

Ven likes to know.

And now he does.

He smiles, curling around his mouth like it's escaped him.

“I can do that, love.” He murmurs, his tone as soft as the feelings making his heart swell and his belly flutter.

Continued on Ao3!

[mercurypilgrim]

Does Ven's Alliance (re-)join the Empire or does he stay independent (as much as it is possible)? I don't think he would have gone Republic.

It was a tough choice for Ven, but eventually he chose to stay independent.

It surprised even him, since he's still devoted to the Empire, but when weighing the choice he found that he valued freedom more.

He's had enough of orders and being used as a pawn to last a lifetime.

He also couldn't in good conscience ask the Republic members of the Alliance to renounce their homes just because he wanted his back.

He's made his peace with it, and Acina even let him keep the title of Darth, in respect for what he's done.

It's small in the grand scheme of things, but it means a lot to him to still be connected to his home like that.

He chose to work with Acina rather than for her, and he's quite happy with his choice.

The Alliance is his pride and joy, the best thing he's ever had a hand in, and he's protective enough of it that he's not going to sign it away to an Empress he barely knows to get used in whatever way she sees fit.

He didn't even entertain the idea of joining the Republic. ;)