#and let's be honest. ive always enjoyed him with a lil more of a purple hue to his hair

[lululeighsworld]

brain: but what if the grief and the dragon blood was the cause behind gunter's hair changing colours

me, sitting up a lil straighter: keep talking.........

[lollybliz]

bout to make a Monster of a fic rec post here we go

heyo @jinx108! We’ll start with the complete ones because sometimes you’re just not in the mood to wait for the last chapter, you know? I don't remember details of all of these so i’m just going to copy the author’s summary rather than write my own. I am literally just going through my bookmarks, I got 400 of these to sort through. if ive talked to or am familiar with the author im gonna mention them, but if I mention you and you don't want me to have Please tell me and i’ll remove it.

If you’re not into spoilers Please Tread Carefully, I don't watch out for that stuff so I wont know to label it

1>Crushing Truth by Bunzuku: Tododeku. “Romance is hard enough for a teenager to understand when they have a good relationship role model. For Shoto, it takes two excited meddlers for him to even realize what his feelings really are.“

2>Disowned by b00mgh: tododeku + others. Unrated, some traumatic elements. “Shouto freaks out under a bridge and I use the word "grass" a lot more than I really should. Izuku does his stupid martyr thing and everyone makes continuous references to his propensity to break his bones. Aizawa goes "oh FUCK my kids are dying again" and his students use him as emotional (and physical) support. A friend requests angst, I say what kind, she say idk make someone get disowned and i say oh this I can absolutely provide my good buddy.”

3>cotton candy hands by @chonideno: Kiribaku. I will take Any excuse to rec this fic, its the most fluffy pile of feels Good Lord. also the first fic I ever bound into a physical book. “Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro“

4>Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v: Kiribaku, tododeku. A considerable amount of Whump and related angst, and kinda sad tbh. “Blind. Quirkless. Useless.The first two things were stated clearly by the doctor that sat about five feet in front of Izuku. The third was a word that Kacchan called him everytime he failed to make the jump on whatever forest excursion they were on or when he ran into a tree because he hadn’t seen it. “I’m so, so sorry, Izuku.” Was his mom giving up on him already? But he could still be a hero if he tried hard enough, right? Quirkless or not. Blind or not. Just because Izuku was useless now didn’t mean he would stay that way forever, right? *** A Blind!Izuku AU”

5>Yell Heah by fakecharliebrown: Chatfic. M a n y pairings. technically complete, but part of an ongoing series. “Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.“

6>Sunshine by Rosey_Note: BIG SAD. tw- failed suicide attempt. KiriKamiBaku. “They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood. Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now. And they deserved sunshine. In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.“

7>Electric Connection by  Onlymostydead: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy. And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep. But, thankfully, he has good friends.“

8>The Best (The Worst) by Onlymostydead: no romantic pairing. tw- rampant transphobia, both outside and internalized. “Bakugou Katsuki has known who he was since he was four years old. He was a boy, it was as simple as that. Around his friends, at school... But things couldn't just be that simple, could they?“

9>Lichtenberg Figures by Q_loves_you: no definite romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.“

10>Eventuality by KikaTouka: ill be honest I don't remember this one at all, I maaaay not have read it yet :/. anyway. ShinKami. “Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.“

11>Pickup Lines for the Soul by MustardSoup: ShinKami. “Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.“

12>caught in my own web by @anxioussailorsoldier: ShinKami. “Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.“

13>not so summer love by nataliya: ShinKami. “Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door. “We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair. “I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.””

14>Blamed by coldandhotsoba: ShinKami. Tw- they fuckin kill a guy and its a lil nasty. “This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights.  Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.“

15>Lightning Scars by Present-Mics-Scream (write_your_way_out): Shinkami. “It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things. Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.“

16>See No Evil, Hear No Evil by randomfan188: no romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.“

17>how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki by dreamtowns: no defined romantic pairing. “If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.“

18>”Studying” by emmyrox22: ShinKami, EraserMic. “Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made“

19>Weaknesses by sunflowerstorm: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer. When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.“

20>it’s hurt denki hours by memeingfultrash: ShinKami + others. ““Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.” Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit. ~some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him”

21>Petition to replace Mineta with Shinsou- (signed by Kaminari Denki) by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami + others. This is one of my favorites, I go back to reread it from time to time. It SAYS 41/42, but that's just a glitch cus chapter 36 doesn't exist for some reason, I talked to the author about it and its fine. “Mineta brings shame to the color purple. You know who does not bring shame to the rich color, but pride and sexual tension to one infatuated Kaminari Denki instead? Shinsou Hitoshi, aka sexy zombie man, aka the most perfect hunk of a man to walk planet earth, aka future husband. Shinsou has finally gotten his chance to prove himself to the hero course, and he did more than prove himself. The only question left unanswered is whether he will start in A or B, and how Kaminari can manipulate the end result.“

22>How to Get a Boyfriend (in Four Easy Steps!) by e1ana: ShinKami, EraserMic, + others. “Step 1: Get kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Step 2: Run headfirst into your brooding, mysterious crush. Step 3: Sleep in his dad’s (see: your homeroom teacher) house Step 4: Watch everything you thought you knew go to shit. This isn’t exactly the sweet, romantic plan that Kaminari Denki longed for. Will everything be ok, or will step 5 be to crash and burn?“

23>Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701: Kiribaku, TodoDeku, + others. This is another one of my favorites, and the one I am currently folding and sewing into a physical book. you learn how to do funny things when bored and quarantined ig. “It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students. To say that things had snowballed was an understatement. Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.”

24>Colour Theory by chancellorxofxtrash: TodoBakuDeku. this one’s a series. “Midoriya/Bakugo/Todoroki slow burn soulmate AU. All three of them are nerds with their own emotional issues, trying to navigate their way through becoming heroes, and their own relationship with each other.“

25>Summer Sunshine by Mara97: TodoDeku. Ever want a Barbie in a mermaid tale/Bnha crossover? No? well here you go anyway! “Instead of worrying about college, Izuku spends his summer vacation finding out his father is, supposedly, a dead merman king and going on a quest to dethrone the current king, Endeavor. Along the way, Izuku becomes close to the three journeying with him, makes friends with strangers, starts crushing on an unattainable prince, and, in the end, learns to love himself. Oh, and he saves a kingdom, too.“

26>The snowflakes on our skin and the flames in our soul are one (and the same), my love by missunderstuffyou: TodoDeku, Kiribaku. this is one of the ones I keep a running reread comment going on. its at,,, 6, atm.  “Before your quirk begins to present itself, the soulmate link comes through, and suddenly whatever you write upon your own skin appears on the body of your soulmate. As your soulmate writes to you, the emotions they feel follow through the ink.Izuku Midoriya is four years and a few months old when he first feels the slight ebbing in his arms. It doesn’t hurt… he can just feel something, and it’s enough to make him sprint into his mother’s arms screaming that his quirk is coming. She had been washing in the kitchen, and the sudden screech as her son rockets into her side is enough to make her jump with panic, immediately grabbing at him and looking for cuts and bumps before she understands his words and the stupidly bright, alight smile on his face with large, watery, hopeful eyes. Shoto Todoroki doesn’t feel his soulmate connection open up. It is drowned in the aches of a small body worked far too hard.“

27>It was dark inside the closet by Chad_Champion69420: Pre-ShinDeku? maybe? its tagged shindeku but like. it’ll make sense if you read it. “Midoriya is invited to a party. He and Shinsou decide to play a little trick on the rest of the party during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

28>how to woo your local trash gremlin: a comprehensive guide by Todoroki shouto by wonhaebunny: TodoBaku. this is the fic that dragged me into todobaku, fun fact. “five times shouto tries to confess to bakugou, and one time he doesn't bother tryingaka: wikihow is a scam and bakugou is a terrible, terrible boy“

29>top ten photos taken right before disaster by Shookspeare: ShinDeku. “Izuku participates in a harmless prank, only to end up ruining it and running for dear life.“

30>Secrets to Share by pechebaie: no definite romantic pairing. “Kirishima comes out first, and nothing changes. Kirishima and Kaminari still hang out to complain about class and talk about boys - and sometimes girls, too, in Kaminari’s case; he still plans stupid pranks with Sero that get them sent to the principal’s or nurse’s office every time; Ashido still kicks his ass at Mario Kart without hesitation; and Bakugou doesn’t get angry at him any more than he usually does.“

31>What One Hides by Pinalinet: TodoDeku. “All Might gives class 1-A an unusual assignment that results in Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto attending a weekly acting class. But with a mysterious villain targeting individuals without Quirks, and a developing issue of Todoroki's own, an after-school assignment is the least of their worries.“

32>whether or not we’re fated, we’re meant to be by juurensha: KINDA SPOILERY. TodoDeku + others. “Todoroki didn’t have a soulmark for most of his life.His siblings all did, but up until the day of the U.A. entrance exam, he had shoved the idea aside. It’s not like they could help him anyway. And then a 9 appears on his chest, and a green-haired boy barrels into his life with a fire and ice soulmark on his arms, and suddenly Todoroki cares very much about all this could mean.”

33>The Midnight Shift by meiishu @meiishu @totallytodoroki (idk which you’d rather I attach so I went with both): ShinKami. ““Hey Toshi,” Denki says, and he laughs, clearly embarrassed. He’s got on a jean jacket that did him absolutely no help and a white tee shirt that is currently stuck to his torso. It’s got a pikachu design in the center. “By any chance, do you sell umbrellas?” “You really went out in this weather.” Hitoshi deadpans, instead of dignifying that with an answer. or hitoshi works the midnight shift at the gas station, which also doubles as a pokestop for pokemon go. of course, denki is a regular.”

34>Rock the House by AkabaneKayo: ShinKami. “It wasn’t just his bed. It was his entire fucking room shaking. Only one thought crossed his mind at that moment: “Holy shit. My room is haunted.”“

35>Technically, they’re morning kisses by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami. “Most nights, Shinsou cannot fall sleep. Neither can Kaminari. It seems counterproductive to have a sleepover then, but they try to make it work. And they fail, but that is okay.“

36>someone to call mine by nearly_theyre: ShinKami, EraserMic “From: Me wish you were here, denks From: kitten 💛💘💛 what if i was tho? OR Four times Denki snuck into Hitoshi's room and one time he walked through the front door.“

37>Pretty by Onlymostydead (noticing some repeat authors? me too): no definite romantic pairing. “(Or, Kaminari still can't figure out bra clasps.) Kaminari has never really felt good about himself. Herself? Whichever way, not knowing doesn't make anything easier. Especially when he (she?) and Mina have their bodies swapped during training, and everything seems too right.“

38>If I offer you my hand, will you take it? by bleukitsune: Kiribaku. SPOILERY. ““Why?” Kirishima leaned back on his hands, trying to create some space between them. Too close. The ash-blond looked really nervous, his usually arrogant and cunning demeanor gone. “What do you see when you look at me? Kirishima is worried. Bakugou is hurting. After his confrontation with Midoriya, he finally reaches out to him. “

Theres way more but I haven't tagged them properly yet so that m a y come later if I can ever finish going through and adding my sorting tags.

and then a last few that Are Not Complete but im really very fond of them. not as many as id like to add, but my hands are getting tired tbh.

39>State of Mind by GuardianOfTheLoaf: no relationship YET but its looking like it’ll be either tododeku or shindeku, probably the former. EraserMic. tw- childhood neglect and severe depression. Izuku’s not a happy kid. “Izuku was a late bloomer, his quirk lying dormant until his tenth birthday when in a fit of emotion he grabs his mother and she disappears. With All Might slowly restoring his confidence Izuku begins the difficult journey into becoming a hero.“ 18/? chapters.

40>Izuku Eats His Problems by CosmicAce: ShinDeku. Izuku’s a flerkin, what more could you want? “His whole life, Izuku Midoriya was taught to keep his powers, his Quirk, hidden from the world. His kind were feared, hunted to near extinction because of it. He just wants to show people he’s different. That he can be a HERO. And nothing is going to stop him. Even if his Quirk IS like an eldritch abomination.“ 43/? chapters

and then probably my current favorite bnha fic- although it fights with Apertum Mortem for that spot but that ones d a r k and not here-

41>family of the year by periiwren: EraserMic. “Hitoshi is done. Done with moving around every few months to a couple that will scrutinize him and eventually dump him right back where he started. Good thing he’s well past his strike limit now- at least he can stay in one place, be content to age out of the system and finish out his training with Aizawa. Maybe transfer into the hero course, maybe be a hero- but none of that was guaranteed. The only thing for sure was that he was going to stay in that center for the rest of his childhood. Or so he thought- because Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi have other plans.“ 24/? chapters. we’ve been informed that this one’s gonne be l o n g and im Very Grateful.

42>Here There Be Dragons by here_and_there: pre-ShinDeku. “Izuku looked at the small circle Aizawa had motioned to in front of them. "I won't fit," he whispered, thinking. He raised his hand, tentatively. Sighing, Aizawa grumbled, "What?" "I-I have a question. Actually, two." His teacher just stared at him, unimpressed. Izuku continued. "Can we activate our quirks before we step into the ring?" Aizawa looked up into the sky, muttering something Izuku didn't hear. "If you must." "O-Okay. Uh, second question. You said we have to stay inside the circle, right?" "Yes." The man looked disappointed, not only in Izuku but in himself for letting the kid speak. "Great. Uh... does that include tails?"“ 6/? chapters.

43>Another Option by sandersonsister: TodoBakuDeku, Touya/Hawks, Dabi/Hawks. Potentially Spoilery, depends on whether horikoshi has the guts to confirm Touya. this one is waiting around the corner with a baseball bat, its really cute, and then r e a l l y painful. it might be getting better though. maybe. it might be getting worse. “When Touya stops his mother from hurting Shouto, he decides enough is enough. He needs to get out of this house and he's taking his baby brother with him.“ 33/? chapters.

That's it i’m done for now, oof. maybe ill edit more onto this post later, maybe i’ll just make another one. hope some of these work!

[kalamitis]

Luminous Glimpses

For writing practice, I decided to write random snippets from the star wars ocs of myself and my friends. Enjoy :)

Caez belongs to @caezsucksdangs | Kii to @fef-x-kan | Rux, Rhell, and Vinn to @foolish-dame | Merce, Brya, and Navii to @originalcrazystrange and the rest of these trainwrecks belong to me

I. Ali

He had prayed. It had been hard these last few stay cycles but he had prayed and the void had been as distant as it looked. He had been on his knees and repeatedly bowed and bowed and bowed, but he never knew just where his pleas went, or even if they had been heard.

Ali supposed that was where Faith came in, the hope that some higher being would hear and... well, not intervene, but give him the strength, show him how he could improve and make him the being they needed him to be.

The stormtrooper gave a sigh, sitting back on his knees and tilting his head back.

Such was faith.

II. Kalduur

It was always the same routine. Wake up, drink, stumble out of bed, drink, get food pressed to him by Triis, drink, get dressed, drink, and by the time it was noon he was ready to be at a club somewhere with girls and boys all over his body, people to fawn over him, people who cared only about his family, only about the fact that he was royal, and needed nothing else.

The money helped, of course, the money always helped, the fact that he passed out credits like they were raindrops in a tropical storm kept him with a constant swirl of faces that were always smiling at him. No matter what Kalduur felt inside, the smiles always told him that he was happy. He was happy. He was happy.

Triisbaiin was the only reality check he had left, the one who would pull a drink out of his hand before it could reach his lips, the one who saw his expression shift even slightly and sent in more people, more scantily clad girls and more shirtless men in tight tight pants until he didn't know how to think anything beyond 'yes'.

As long as he didn't look at Triis's hair. As long as he didn't see the orange tint of worry.

It had to have been months. Enough storm cycles that Aaliiyahh was a disapproving memory running off through a brightly shining door and never coming back. They were always supposed to come back...

"Triiiiiiiiisbaaaaaaiiiiin." His words were a slurred mess, and his thoughts were worse, even as his weight was supported heavily by his advisor. He couldn't even feel the younger man's arm around his middle, but knew it had to be there, it always was. "Baaaaaiiiiiiiny, Baaaaaaaiiiny, Baaaaaaaaaiiiiiin~"

"what?" The snappish comment sounded... wrong. tired. worried. something his drunk mind couldn't keep up with.

It took a long moment, then his body started listening, and his heels were digging into the sand crusted dirt, pulling the advisor to a stop and making the world tilt almost dangerously.

"Creator- Kalduur what? What is it?"

Kal twisted, trying to get a look at his advisor and barely able to see his face in the slanted firelight and distant neon that was a Sakroemi night.

"W-weeee caaaan't-" He held onto Triis's shoulders, only able to comprehend his super bright eyes, the way his advisor's hair looked black. "Weeee- I gooottta- goooo."

Triis gave a heavy sigh "We are going, Kal. We're on our way home." Kal wasn't able to stop the younger Sakroemi from turning him forward and starting them moving again, even though he didn't want to.

"NO!" He felt the world tilt dangerously again when the word finally made it's way out of him, but then Triis was close again and the world was just swaying again. "NO! NO! GOING! WE goooootta-" and his arms were around Triis's neck then, and the world was swaying, but he hadn't hit the ground yet. He never did, good ol' Baiin-

"We gotta get out of here, Baiiny~"

Then the world went dark.

III. Kii-Andra

This is what it always was.

Her team was watching, she knew they were, they always were. She watched them from the corner of half lidded eyes as she tilted her head back and drained another cup. It was only juice, but that wasn't apparent from the way she staggered, the way her smile parted her lips like she had just found salvation. She could see Ali, and Gunsi holding him away from her.

She couldn't help the giggles that shook her frame at their expressions. It was just so- ludicrous. It had gotten to the point that her squadron didn't even intervene anymore. They just. Let her get to a certain point and embarrass herself, and then did damage control. 'Can't change Captain Kii' they probably said. Boy would it wind their gears if they knew she hadn't drank at a formal event in years....

"Hey!" She snapped, her voice purposely ditzy as she stumbled to a stop after bumping into someone, doing a clumsy two step that had been perfected in practice. The person turned, and she was faced with Navii. She could feel her face going from blue to purple, and the concern in Navii's eyes made her want to- to- stop this charade, to explain to her lover that it was all an act. She wasn't like this anymore! She wasn't-

"Kii-Andra." Navii's voice was so soft, she could feel it all the way to her fingers and toes, and her heart rate was fluttering in overtime-

"HEY BABY!" She wanted to cringe, she wanted to stop, but her act was perfect by now, it barely needed her at the reigns. "HOW BOUT A KISS FOR LIL OL ME???"

Navii, bless their heart, only gave them a long look before pressing their lips to her forehead.

The way Kii's knees buckled had nothing to do with the act, and suddenly she wanted to cry.

"THAT ALL? COME ON BABY! THAT'S NOT HOW YOU ACT WHEN YOU'RE IN-"

"Captain." Ali was standing beside her now, hands folded behind his back, spine straight as a light saber. "You are requested in the cockpit."

Kii knew she wasn't, that that was her team's go to excuse to get her to come with them, but the look on Navii's face, the unabashed concern, had her wanting to hide, to flee, to-

"O-OH! OKAY!" Kii jolted toward Navii, thanking the gods and anyone else listening that the large pink alien did not flinch. "SEE YA LATERS BABY!"

Then she was being pulled off by Ali, a hand placed between her shoulderblades as they walked.

She was thankful, at least, that it was the silent trooper.

She hated herself enough in that moment without a lecture.

IV. Caez

How was it, exactly, that their hair was ALWAYS FUCKING TANGLED?? No matter how often they brushed it - which probably could be a bit more often, if they were honest - it always hurt like hell when they tried to do anything with it. In fact, it was days like this where they just wanted to take a lightsaber and-

"Put that down." The Sakroemi's voice wasn't harsh, but Caez flinched anyway. They knew how Kos felt about hair - whether it was just Kos specifically or a Sakroemi thing had yet to be seen - and it was with a bit of sheepishness that the Force user flicked their lightsaber off.

Somehow, Kos always seemed to know when they were about to do something stupid. She always said it was because they couldn't help but project their thoughts when they got frustrated, but Caez had seen the Apprentice General's eyes glow, and knew what it meant.

Still, if it meant that they didn't have to deal with their hair, well. Better for them.

"I was thinking of a pixie cut." Caez joked, even as they obediently took the bag of sweets Kos was offering and started digging into it. They never knew where she got the stuff, but it was always tasty, and that was what mattered.

"You were not." Kos said, sitting on the bed and gesturing for Caez to sit on the ground between her legs. "Hand me the brush. And you better save some of those for me."

Pausing with a bunch of the sugary worms hanging out of their mouth and between their fingers, the long haired nonbinary gave a sheepish grin before sliding to a seat between the darkskinned girl's legs, handing up the brush with little remorse.

Somehow, the Sakroemi always seemed to make brushing into some kind of scalp massage, with little to no yanks that truly hurt, and eventually Caez was at the bottom of the treat bag and their hair in soft, semi obedient waves.

"You're a hair whisperer." The force sensitive said, eyes wide as they looked at themselves in the mirror. They looked like.... some sort of mythical creature, with hair soft enough that no one would even notice it until it was strangling them to death...

"I have to be." was the only response, but then there was crinkling, and Caez froze, glancing to see the empty sweets bag crumpling in Kos's hand.

"Uh-"

"Don't worry about it." Thankfully, the Sakroemi seemed only amused. "I keep a bag of these for myself in my room. I tell you to save some for me so you don't choke trying to eat them all at once." Caez only had a moment to give a sheepish smile before Kos was continuing " Come on. It's almost time for dinner. You need actual food."

They couldn't help but give a grin, following the Apprentice General out of the room as she tossed the bag in the garbage chute.

"....and flick your hair at Kylo for me when we get there. I like the way his force color changes when you do it."

Caez felt their face get warm at the mention of Kylo, but they resolved to do it anyway.

Because Kos wanted them to, of course. N-Not because they liked when Kylo reacted that way as well...

V. Lanny

"But mama knows I need it!" The small girl's dark hair was pulled up in one big poof at the top of her head, as she insisted, so that she looked more like her mama, even though her hair stayed dark instead of turning any which color. She was tugging on her father's hand now, her small hands dwarfed by his singular big on, the blond man letting himself be tugged along by his daughter with a fond but wary smile.

"Your mama knows you just got a toolkit for your birthday not even a month ago, Lanny." Her father's voice was gentle, but firm. It was his Bargaining Voice, the one that was supposed to get her to agree, but just made her want to argue right back until he saw what she was talking about.

"But daddy that tool kit was for a speeder! I'd be out of bolts before I even got through the engine!" The eight year old had just grown to the height of the tables, and had to put both hands on the surface and stand on her tiptoes to even see what was on the edge. The alien vendor gave her a look, but then her father's hands were on her sides, and she was soaring upward, placed lightly on his shoulders where she could see the entire market, almost.

"The engine of what, pray tell?" Vinn toned, beginning to walk more toward their destination - her mother had made them promise to go clothes shopping, since most of Lanny's clothes had become an inch too short in the arms and legs - the young girl's dark eyes lingering on the mechanic's section of the bazaar even as it got further and further with each step.

"My ship, daddy! I can't be getting around the galaxy in someone else's pile of junk! I gotta make my own!"

Her father came to a stop, his shoulders trembling slightly as one of his hands came away  from her ankles to wipe at his face.

"Daddy? Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?"

"No- No baby." Then they were turning back, and Lanny couldn't help but clap happily before holding onto her father's head, careful not to pull any of his hair. "You're just my daughter, is all."

"I know'd that already, daddy!" Lanny laughed. Leaning down to try and see her dad's face. "I thought you know'd that too!"

Vinn's laughter could be heard even from stalls away, and Lanny got her tool kit - on the condition that she didn't let her mother see it for at least a month.

VI. Merce

He didn't mean to do it, not truly.

Did anyone ever mean to do it, though? How could he help it, with the way Ty was? The way he was so sure of himself when it came to others, the way he was selfless and made sure that everyone was always taken care of, even when he didn't remember to take care of himself...

How could anyone resist that? A truly selfless man, a man who would run into blaster fire for anyone even those he cared nothing about! A man who loved with his eyes and hands, a man who's mouth felt like-

"Merce?" The captain's bright green eyes were on him, and the dancer could feel himself going red. "Have you been paying any sort of attention?"

Swallowing thickly, Merce glanced around, trying to regain his bearings. They were at the table in the dining quarters, Cisco's arms were still sudsy from dishes, Del had even paused in her hunt for raisins in Cisco's food to look from Ty to him, and Kere was sitting at the table too, picking at her food. There was a map of a compound on the table, and Merce had to think that it was the one they'd been planning for but... it didn't look familiar.

"Of course he wasn't." Del toned, going back to examining the food. "He never is."

Merce's argument to how unfair that comment was cut off by Cisco's half chuckle and Ty's blinding smile.

"Well, that's alright. I shouldn't be trying to plan before dinner anyway." The captain charmed, rolling the map up and stowing it away.

"Or during it." Cisco grumbled with a small smile, of which the captain returned, a bit sheepishly. Merce felt his face get even redder as he looked down at his untouched plate, the sound of Ty's laughter and voice reverberating in his ears louder than the rest, reminding him of his plight.

He hadn't meant to fall in love.

VII. Brya

There was something poetic about the way death followed wherever they went, like a loyal dog that just wanted it's treat.

Brya wasn’t an assassin, because that would exclude many of the other things they did for money. They were a bounty hunter, and sometimes that meant bringing the bounties back alive, for their customers to do what they wanted with them.

Still, there was something about the way he could watch the light leave their eyes that was... powerful. The sort of powerful that made him understand the draw of the darkside.

Giving a small sigh as they held their recent contract close, their arms wrapped tightly around his throat, Brya looked up at the stars.

You had to appreciate the little things, sometimes, he mused as the contract went limp, it was the little things that made life worth living.

VIII. Cisco

Cisco had known Ty almost as long as the Old Captain had. He had watched the man - overgrown boy, really - grow from a glorified sex toy to what he must of been before, a soldier. A man who had been used to fighting for what he wanted, for what he believed in. He was a charmer, but Cisco kept looking long after others had turned away. The cook saw his scars, the way his shoulders sagged when he thought he was alone, the way that without something to do his eyes went unfocused and distant.

"Come on, Newbie." Cisco wasted no time in throwing an arm over the to-be-captain's shoulder, steering him toward the kitchen. "I need a taste tester, and one who isn't conditioned to always say yes to me."

The man blinked at him, then down at the hot plate of food placed before him. After a moment, he picked up his fork and placed a forkful in his mouth. The toydarian paused, his eyes widening comically before he was shoving more and more into his mouth.

"mmm~ my god-" Ty's eyes were bright and sparkling, even as he shoveled more and more as Ciscos' food down his gullet. "You're- mmm- the greatest cook- holy shitballs..."

Cisco gave a modest smile as the other man continued praising him, feeling a pleased blush start to spread across his cheeks as he turned away and began to spoon more into a bowl for himself.

"You like it?"

"I WOULD LIKE IT IF YOU COOKED EVERYTHING FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE!!"

Cisco chuckled "okay. I can do that."

IX. Rux

K was being odd. Rux could sense it. It was something in the way she was standing, something in the way she wouldn't directly look at him that had him on edge. It made him feel like he'd done something wrong. Like he'd somehow fucked up just like he thought he'd do inevitably.

It lasted all through training. His superior officer didn't do more than glance at him and then look away, and despite her lack of reaction most time, he could read her body like it was his first language. Her lips were tight around the edges, and her spine was straighter than usual, and her hands were curled into delicate fists.

He tried fighting harder in training, refusing to stand down against anyone, besting three others in sparring matches, then doing it again with the others vs him all at once, but each time he looked up at her, she looked more displeased than before.

And yet not a single comment left her lips. Like he should know how he was disappointing her.

It wasn't until training was over, and he was following her to the mess hall, that he was able to ask. His arm ached, the heavy durasteel prosthetic weighing much more after a long day of training.

"Khayi." his voice was hesitant, moreso when she turned on him, her reaction quick as a snake. Her eyes were dark like rainforest earth and he was always shaken by the amount of emotion he could find there. He was half convinced it was why she wore her helmet so often, because no matter how well she could school her expression her eyes would always give her away.

"Are you o-" Then he was being pulled after her, yanked by his good hand and away from the others until they came to a stop in a small alcove, hidden by only a short outcropping of wall that a single step to the left - or someone coming from the opposite direction - would leave exposed.

"Your sparring today was...." Her eyes were luminous, and the thoughts he could read from them had heat spreading across his face. "Passable." She was close enough that their armor was resting against each other, that he could feel her breath against his lips.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Yeah." He couldn't feel her fingers against his armor, but he could imagine them, and that was, in a way, worse. "I, of course, could have done better,  but there is always room for improvement."

He snorted and rolled his eyes, but his gaze returned to her lips fast enough. She was only a few inches shorter than him. Surely he could just...

The dull clink of armor hitting durasteel filled the space as she shoved him back, pinning him against the wall with her body. His face was red in earnest now, his hands resting lightly on her hips.

"...but, a vast improvement, I suppose." She was speaking against his throat now, her lips brushing his skin with every word. "Almost impressive."

He was doing his best to keep his eyes from fluttering, not even realizing she was unfastening his armors until he felt her hands against his stomach, tracing up and up, and then downward in lazy, caressing swirls.

"I do my best to impress you, Khayi."

He felt rather than heard her chuff of laughter, and the way her fingers were working on the crotch plate of his armor was sending his blood on a direct path south. Her tongue was on his throat, and he was finding it rather hard to even remember what they'd been talking about.

His crotch plate had just fallen free when the sound of approaching boot steps could be heard, and then Khayi's body was away from him, her helmet back on as she side stepped out of the alcove, her tone cool and collected as she greeted General Hux and told him of a report she had to deliver to him.

As their footsteps receded, Rux breathed a sigh, taking stock of himself. He still remembered the way her eyes had lingered on him, still armor clad, thighs spread obediently, sinking against the wall and biting his bottom lip to ensure he stayed quiet...

He huffed as he began reassembling his armor, his face still a light pink.

Next time, he vowed, he'd ensure she pulled him into an actual room.

X. Cam

The day they left Thyferra, it rained.

Cam had never really been one to put much on the weather, and the humid rainforest covered planet had never been one to put much on it either. It was always much of the same, and if it rained, it was a drizzle.

But the Force sensitive couldn’t help but feel something different in the air, and maybe it was just the freedom, and inevitably it was just their brain being stupid, but... perhaps Thyferra was crying because… well, because Rhell was crying.

Stupid.

A drizzle didn’t equate to emotion, especially not on the humid wasteplant that was Thyferra. Cam would feel much better when the planet was able to be viewed completely through transparasteel.

They were right about that as well. The runaway felt much better when the blue planet was the size of a grape.

The nearest space station wasn’t that far, and her helpful shipmates did nothing more than gape at the muddy boot prints left in their cargo hold. It was easy as pie to tie their hair back and examine the wears of others, using Marvelle's swiped credits for a few things - a new outfit, a new blaster, a hood to keep their face from prying eyes, and kept only her weapon's belt, carved with Rhell and their initials side by side.

The next ship they boarded was a tradeship that promised to give them honest work, should they keep their fingers away from the product and work diligently, which Cam could do. It wasn't until they were alone, in the room they shared with another trader, watching the stars speed by, that they let themselves breathe a sigh of relief.

They were free.

XI. Triis

In general, Triis didn't like it here.

That was the truth of the matter. He didn't like the way the hallways always seemed drafty, and that the food was always bland, and that the stormtrooper helmets looked like dissastified animal heads. He didn't like any of it, but it wasn't his decision to be here.

Triisbaiin was used to being dissatisfied. Kalduur had started out as a royal that no one would envy him for. He didn't listen, he partied often and drank more, and he never seemed to care that his duty as a male royal was simply thus - to have fun and not get in the way of royals who wanted to change things. But ever since Kalduur had woken up from that night Triis had maybe-almost-dropped him on his head, he had been on a mission, and that mission had been to be of use.

He just wished his asshole of a best friend could have found a use a bit closer to home.

Now, standing in a room with little to no open space, with only the view of the stars and so much silence beyond the hum of the ship, Triis couldn't help but be homesick. He missed the way Sakroem was never quiet, the way that even at night you could hear the sea in the distance, feel it in the air, smell it on the wind... instead all he smelled was disinfectant and whatever the hell the soap the issued was here.

But Kalduur, well, Kalduur was a force to be reckoned with now. He kept his jokester demeanor, but Triis could tell he was... happier. His eyes shined with something more now, something that showed when he answered something in a meeting, or caught something he wasn't supposed to in a conversation.

"We're here for the good of Sakroem!" the royal had said, clapping him on the back as they made their way to their rooms, just across the hall from each other. "We're finally of use!"

Triis had given a smile, the blue clay in his hair keeping his nagging doubt from surfacing.

Because they were here for the good of Sakroem.

So why did he feel so... empty?