#ezra: OH WAIT HE'S JUST THE DAD

[kanerallels]

So I told my sister and a couple other people I would post this, and here it is! Just some ponderings about Kanan in the Hera is a Jedi au that turned themselves into a ficlet. Set mid-season one of SWR, and rated G!

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“What’s Kanan’s job around here, anyways?”

Hera barely glanced up at Ezra’s question as she removed yet another part from her lightsaber, which lay in pieces in front of her on the worktable in her room. “What do you mean?”

Frowning, Ezra said, “Everyone’s got a role, you know? Zeb is the muscle and Chopper’s the homicidal hacker droid, and Sabine’s the explosives expert, and you’re the Jedi and the pilot and the boss all at once. You’re all really talented, you know?”

A smile hovered at the edge of Hera’s mouth as she picked up a miniscule tool and used it to unscrew another part. “Flattering as always, Padawan. Your point being?”

“Kanan doesn’t really have a role,” Ezra said, watching her work. “Hey— couldn’t you use the Force for that?”

“I could,” Hera agreed, removing the part. “But I like to do it this way.” Setting aside her tool, she finally met Ezra’s eyes. “Why does it matter what Kanan’s role is? He’s here to help us fight, and that’s what’s important.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Someone say my name?”

Ezra and Hera glanced up as Kanan stuck his head through the open door, lifting a curious brow. “Ezra wants to know your role in this crew,” Hera said dryly. “Any thoughts?”

“Oh, obviously,” Kanan said. “Professional chef, and eye candy.” He shot a wink at Hera, who rolled her eyes, before turning to Ezra. “But in all seriousness— I’m whatever we need at the moment. That’s where I do my best work. Speaking of best work, how do enchiladas sound for dinner? I found some of those peppers you and Zeb love so much at the market, Captain Hera.”

“That sounds amazing, love,” Hera said, shooting him a smile as he slipped back out and down the hall. After a moment, she directed her gaze back to Ezra. “Does that answer your question?”

“...kind of?”

Chuckling, Hera said, “Well, if you’re still wondering, why not ask the rest of the crew? They might have some good insight. And you could always try meditating on it.”

“I think I’ll talk to the others,” Ezra said hastily, getting to his feet. Hera looked amused, but gave him a nod before returning to her lightsaber maintenance with laser-like focus.

The first crew member he encountered was Chopper, and Ezra knew better than to bother with him. Not that he’d care, anyways, the droid was crazy. Instead, he headed for the lounge, where he found Zeb cleaning his bo-rifle.

The Lasat directed a frown at him— but it wasn’t his real, “why are you near me do you want to suffer” scowl, just his all purpose “I’m pretending to be grumpy cause it makes me look cool” frown. “Thought you were training with Hera.”

“I was,” Ezra said, dropping onto a crate nearby. “But then I asked her a question—”

“You? Ask a question? Color me real surprised.”

“Ha, ha,” Ezra said, scowling at him. “Listen. I asked her what Kanan’s role was on the ship.”

“Really?” Zeb paused in his cleaning and glanced up, interest flashing through his eyes. “What did she say?”

“Why? Wait— do you not know either?”

“‘Course I know. Just curious about what she said.”

“Sure. Well, she said that it wasn’t important, then told me to ask everyone else. Kanan says he’s whatever he needs to be. Well, first he flirted with Hera, then he said that.”

Snorting, Zeb said, “Sounds about right.”

“So what do you think? What’s Kanan’s role?”

The Lasat shrugged, setting aside a cleaning rag. “Dunno. He’s just Kanan.” He glanced up in time to see Ezra’s scowl, and sighed. “Look, kid. You’re taking this too seriously. It’s not really about roles, anyways. It’s about why we’re here.”

“What do you mean?”

Finally, Zeb set down his bo-rifle. “You know, why we’re fighting the Empire.” He paused, his expression turning uncharacteristically somber. “You know why I’m doing it. And Hera’s pretty obvious, more than just the Jedi stuff.”

“She’s passionate about making stuff right,” Ezra guessed. “Well, what about Sabine?”

“What about me?”

Ezra and Zeb both looked up to see Sabine, carrying a handful of paint-covered rags and looked satisfied with herself. “Kid wants to know what Kanan’s role is, why he’s here,” Zeb said, nodding at Ezra. “Then he asked about you.”

“Seriously?” Sabine rolled her eyes. “Tell me you two aren’t this clueless. He’s here for Hera, obviously.”

“Well, I know that,” Ezra said, feeling himself flush slightly as Sabine ducked into the kitchen and returned without the rags. “But, like, does he have another reason? And what’s his job, you know? He’s kinda just some guy, not a Jedi or pilot like Hera, and not a master warrior like Zeb, or an explosive expert like you.”

“True,” Sabine acknowledged. “But not everyone in the Rebellion has to be as amazingly talented as we are. Most of us have a personal problem with the Empire. Could be Kanan does, too. But why does it matter?”

“I… guess it doesn’t,” Ezra said slowly. “It just didn’t make any sense to me that he’s the odd one out, I guess.”

Sabine shook her head impatiently. “You’re putting too much stock in the “everyone needs to be crazy skills” thing, kid. Look, Kanan’s a great shot, and a decent co pilot.”

“Amazing cook, too,” Zeb offered, and Sabine nodded.

“True. But what’s most important is that he has our backs. He looks out for us, in big ways and little ones. He knows what we need and he makes sure we can do our jobs well. We couldn’t do this without him. Got it?”

“I… I do, actually,” Ezra said. “Thanks.”

Kanan announced dinner was ready around an hour later, and the crew gathered in the lounge to eat. Hera took her usual seat, and Ezra dropped onto a crate nearby. “Did you figure out the answer to your question, Padawan?” she asked him, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Setting down his fork, Ezra said, “I did, actually.” He paused, feeling the crew’s eyes on him, but Hera nodded for him to go on. “Your role isn’t an obvious one like Zeb or Hera,” he told Kanan, who was sitting opposite them, his plate balanced on one knee. “You’re here to watch our backs and make sure we’re okay, and take care of us. You’re… kind of the glue that holds us all together. Without you, we wouldn’t have made it this far.” He looked at Hera. “Am I right?”

His master was smiling, first at Ezra, and then at Kanan, who seemed surprised. “You’re absolutely right,” she told him. “Well done, Ezra.”

“Not bad, kid,” Zeb said.

Shrugging, Ezra said, “Hey, Kanan said it first— he’s whatever we need him to be. I think that counts, right?”

Kanan let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Can’t argue there, I guess.” Shooting a wink at Hera, he added, “I still think I count as eye candy, though.”

“Of course you do, dear,” Hera said, rolling her eyes.

[marblerose-rue]

no requests tonight BUT i do have some oc content that ive been wanting to draw for a while

(click for better quality ! tumblr killed it and i drew on a small canvas)

[xdaddysprincessxx]

Pieces of Him

Cult leader Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Dead Dove! Horror! 18+ only! Ritualistic cannibalism, angst, death, blood, cameo from Ezra, made up religion, betrayal, infidelity, p in v, non/dub con (heavier on the non but added dub just to cover my bases), oral (f receiving), squirting, pregnancy/breeding (they literally just had sex so no actual fetus, Joel is just delulu) reader can be picked up, and oh yea Joel is out of his damn mind, pretty sure that’s it. Not beta’d, lightly edited, all mistakes are my own! Moodboard made by me(:

Joel was a young man when he married the love of his life. High school sweethearts. They were only twenty one when Laura got pregnant. Joel immediately got down on one knee and asked her to be his wife. The two had a cozy little house on a few acres, about an hour outside of town. When Laura went into labor, Joel about fainted. He was terrified of becoming a dad, he wanted his girl to have better than he ever did. Unfortunately right after Laura pushed little Sarah out into the world, things took a turn for the worst. She lost a lot of blood and kept losing blood. The doctors took Sarah and pushed Joel out of the room trying to save her. He’ll never forget how cold that hospital waiting room was when the drs finally came out and told him Laura had passed. The loss of his wife took a toll on Joel. Not only did he lose his best friend and wife, he had to raise a newborn on his own. Thankfully he had his brother, Tommy, who helped out a ton with Sarah. But life was not kind to Joel Miller. Twelve years. He got twelve years with his Sarah before the day his sweet girl got struck by a drunk driver and killed. He became a shell of a man, void of all emotion and life. That was until he met a very charming man one day.

Ezra was a gypsy of sorts. Never staying in one place, always on the move. And spreading this gospel about this amazing creator and all the good things he does and can do for you if you please him. Joel met him when Ezra was walking past his house. He happened to be outside when Ezra spotted him. Joel didn’t even notice him until he was already standing next to him as Joel looked out over his big yard, depressed because there should be kids out there playing. Sarah should be out there, running around, while him and Laura cook dinner on the grill. When Joel did notice the stranger standing next to him, he tried telling him he didn’t want whatever he was trying to sell. Joels efforts to shake the man went unnoticed as Ezra rambled on and on. Not too long into the conversation, Ezra told Joel about The Children of Ares. Not like any religion Joel’s ever heard of, he was intrigued. Ezra promised eternal life, salvation. A guarantee Joel will be reunited with Sarah and Laura. There was a small group in town who also followed the same practice. Not long after meeting Ezra, Joel went to a meeting in town and soon found himself deeply immersed in this religion.

Fast forward ten years, Joel is now a high priest in The Children of Ares. It’s grown a lot since he’s joined. And even more so since he’s taken this position of power.

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Strolling down the main street on a Friday night, you, your boyfriend and your three friends are all laughing and joking enjoying the brisk fall night. Halloween decorations line the store shop windows, there’s orange and black fairy lights strung up along the sidewalk, going from post to post. On the corner in front of you is the towns crack head spewing his usual nonsense about “the masked freaks who eat people out in the woods”. You’ve never paid him any mind but for some reason his words have you on edge.

“Hey Steve why don’t you go hit the crack pipe again and shut the fuck up!” Your boyfriend, Liam, yells to the man.

Steve narrows his beady eyes at your group, “You’ll regret that boy. The big man is coming. He’s gonna get you and there wont be a lick of you remaining.”

The unease of his words pours over your body and you don’t notice the man standing there, waiting to cross the street when you bump into him.

“Oh oh I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there! Are you okay?” You quickly say as you bounce off of the man you bumped into. Not only is he tall, he’s practically a human wall. The man turns and looks at you, at first with a scowl on his face. But once he gets an eye full of who bumped into him, he quickly replaces the scowl with a smile.

“Oh it’s no problem honey, shit happens,” he says with a chuckle, “I bump into things all the time. Joel. Joel Miller” He says to you with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye as he reaches out his hand for you to shake.

Smiling, you shake his hand and tell him your name. You can’t help but notice how handsome he is. The salt and pepper hair, scruffy facial hair, that smile and those eyes! Not to mention his body! For an older man, he is jacked. You can just tell through his jacket he’s got thick biceps and these meaty thighs. You envision a soft tummy under those clothes. You can’t help but get lost in thought as you stare at the older man.

Joel notices you just staring and let’s out a little chuckle, “Well hey I’m apart of this little group. We’re having a bonfire tonight if you and your friends wanna swing by. There’ll be drinks, food, the works. Here have my card, I can text you the address if you want.”

“Oh yea for sure! That sounds fun!” You say over enthusiastically as you take the card from him and pull your phone out of your jacket pocket to type his number in and send a text. Right after you hit send, his phone dings

“That’s me! Just text the address and we’ll be there!” You give him a big smile as he smiles back at you before nodding his head and giving you a little wave.

Your friends were a little ahead of you, waiting for you to catch up.

“Ooohh someone’s gotta crush!” Your friend Aaliyah said in a singsong voice. The twins, Salem and Violet, standing next to her giggling, covering their laughs behind their hands.

“Oh shut up I bumped into him and he invited us to a bonfire. Besides I already have my handsome, wonderful boyfriend right here.” You say as you look at Liam, sliding your arm around him, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes. Liam snuggles up to your side but keeps his eyes trained on Aaliyah with a shit eating grin on his face.

Scrunching your face up in confusion you look where he’s looking and the unease gets worse. You stand there watching the two have this little flirty stare off.

“Come on guys let’s go check this thing out. It’ll be fun.” You say to break up the tension you now feel between your boyfriend and friend.

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You, Liam, Aaliyah, and the twins all piled into Liam’s truck as you made your way to the bonfire. Joel lives out in the middle of nowhere. After driving for awhile with nothing but corn fields and woods as far as the eye can see, you notice a bright orange flame off in the distance. That must be the bonfire.

Soon you pulled up and turned onto crunchy gravel driveway after traveling on a dirt road for a good portion of the trip. Joel has a nice one story house with a huge yard. The bonfire is behind the house, off a good distance, closer to the tree line but not close enough to accidentally set the woods on fire. There are several cars in the driveway, Liam parked his truck in the grass beside the driveway. As you and your friends got out of the truck, you stood there looking up at the night sky. You could see all the stars and the moon. It was very peaceful, a nice reprieve from the horrible gut feeling you’ve had.

“Hey! You guys just get here?” Some guy yells at you as he walks towards you from the bonfire.

“Yea! We were invited by Joel!” You yelled back

“Well come on back new friends of Joel’s.” He says back with a smile.

You smile back as you walk around the truck to join your boyfriend and go to grab his hand. Except he pulls his hand away without looking at you and follows the guy to the bonfire. Your group walks in silence, music fills the air. You end up in the back of the group, following in silence, feeling left out like everyone is in on this inside joke and they’re all laughing at you but you don’t know why.

Just as your passing the deck attached to the back of the house, you feel a hand grab your arm making you jump, forcing you from your thoughts.

“Hey darlin. It’s good to see ya came.” Joel says in a low baritone voice. Seeing the older man’s face and hearing his voice is already lifting your spirits. And awakening something else within you, between your thighs.

“I’m glad I came too. It’s good to see you again.” You get out breathlessly with a giggle. You literally sound like a love stricken school girl. You have got to get a grip on yourself.

“If ya want something to drink or anything, my door is open darlin. Help yourself to whatever alright?”

Nodding your head yes, a comfortable silence between you two as you share a smile before heading towards the fire.

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Sitting around the bonfire, you laughed and joked with all the others that are there. Joel almost hardly ever left your side, even going as far as putting his arm around you. In a friendly way of course, but your pussy didn’t see it that way. Whenever his big, meaty hands touched you, your body would heat up almost as if he lit a fire on whatever part of your body he touched. Your friends keeping more to themselves, acting stuck up almost. It makes you feel bad you dragged them out there. You didn’t want them to ruin your newly made friends’ night. At one point you looked over and saw Liam and Aaliyah sneak off toward the trees. That bad gut feeling rearing it’s ugly head, as strong as ever. Joel had gone somewhere, so you got up from your seat and followed them as unsuspiciously as you could. Just before you reached the tree line you could see your boyfriend and friend standing there, kissing. Nausea hit you like a truck, the world around you spinning. Your heart dropped out of your ass. You couldn’t believe what your seeing. How could they? But also this is making everything make sense. No wonder Aaliyah always seemed jealous of your relationship. No wonder Liam’s been acting more distant lately. Tears slipped out of your eyes as you turn around and walk all the way back to Joel’s house.

Walking in through his back door, your head hanging down you don’t notice the scowling old man standing on the other side of the sliding door until your shoulder bumps into him.

“Oh! Oh Joel I-I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t m-me. . “

“Darlin don’t you say sorry again. You ain’t do nothing wrong,” he says as his hand reaches out to cup your face, “I saw what happened honey. If anyone’s sorry it’s those two. You don’t deserve that. Not one bit.” His thumb slowly caressing your check as he swipes away a stray tear. You reach up and grab onto his wrist of the hand holding your face. Joel moves closer to you as you look deep into his eyes. Slowly you inch closer to his face, looking at him with heavy lidded eyes before bridging the gap and bringing your lips to his. His lips press back against yours, feeling plush and warm. Lighting up every nerve in your body. You feel him breathe in deep through his nose as he begins to kiss you back harder. You break the kiss just to press your lips back against his, repeating the action several times. The two of you just kissing each other before you pull back and stare up at him with wide eyes,

“J-Joel I- I don’t know what came over me. I’m so sorry, you don’t want me I-“

“What did I tell you, darlin? Stop saying sorry. And don’t you dare say I don’t want you. I’ve been dying to have a taste of those pretty lips since we first ran into each other.” Joel’s hand that’s still cupping your face slides down to your chin as he grips your face between his thumb and fore finger and brings your face back to his. His lips bruise yours as he kisses you deeply, parting your lips with his tongue as he begins to slowly lick into your mouth. You gladly open up and let him in, softly moaning into the kiss, and you enter your tongue into his mouth. Your tongues twirling around each other before you suck his tongue, causing him to growl. His other hand grabs the back of your head, smashing your face even more into his. His aquiline nose smashed into the side of your nose as you continued to passionately kiss Joel. Your hands wrapped around his thick torso, holding him tightly to you, your hands gripping his flannel. Joel bends at the knee as his hands grip the backs of your thighs and hoists you up. You quickly wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you further into his home. You bury your face in his neck and start to lightly suck on his neck causing him to let out this deep growl as his grip tightens. Soon he’s tossing you like a rag doll and your back hits a soft bed. Wasting no time Joel leans over you and begins to take your pants off. You lift your hips to help him and begin to pull your shirt off, tossing it to the side. Now only clad in your bra and panties, Joel just stares at you with dark eyes as he looks you up and down. Devouring every curve of you with his eyes alone.

“Tell me you want this darlin. I gotta hear those words. I gotta hear you say you want this before we go any further.” Joel says as he goes to grab your chin and pull you towards him.

“I want this. I want you Joel. Please.” You beg. Eyes blown wide open as you drink in the sight of this beautiful man in front of you.

Joel wastes no more time and begins to pull his shirt up over his head before unbuckling his pants and quickly getting rid of them. He crawls up the bed, hovering over you before lowering himself. His plush lips meet yours as he kisses you deeply. Your hands raise up to cup his face as he wraps an arm around your shoulders as his other arm reaches down and pulls your leg up on his hip. The two of slowly grinding your bodies into each other, tongues conversing with one another. The heat from his body lighting your body up like the Fourth of July. The hand on your leg moves in between your bodies as Joel finds your sweet wet haven and rubs your slit up and down causing your slick to leave an even bigger damp spot on your panties. Every touch, kiss, grind has you so wound tight. He pushes your panties aside and dips a finger in, gathering your wetness before trailing up to your clit, going in soft circles.

His light touch has you gasping into his mouth. Joel just smiles as he kisses you one more time before moving down to your neck. Wet, open mouthed kisses leaving a trail down your neck, to your collarbone, in between your breasts. He makes his way slowly kissing down your stomach, Joel looks up and sees you staring back at him. Those gorgeous brown eyes staring back at you, you swear he can see your soul. His hands tug on your panties and begin to peel them off of you. Once removed, Joel’s big hands land on your inner thighs as he spreads you even wider as he admires your body.

“So fucking pretty baby. This for me?” He asked as he dips a thick finger in your entrance. Moaning and shaking your head yes, just barely hanging on.

Chuckling, “This sweet little slice of heaven belongs to me now honey,” he says before dipping his head down and giving your clit a couple kitten licks. His hand travels up your body and cups your breast, squeezing, before he pinch’s your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“It’s yours Joel. I’m yours oh god I’m yours” your head thrown back as you babble incoherently. Joel smiles into your pussy before his tongue is back, licking wide stripes up your cunt before finding your clit and giving her a few sweet kisses before he closes his lips around the button and sucks. His hand still on your breast rotating between squeezing and rolling your nipple while his other hand has snaked its way to your cunt. Two thick fingers curled up in you have you gasping for air. His mouth and hands alone have already brought you close to the brink of tears. Never feeling ecstasy as good as this before. His fingers find rhythm curling up, hitting that sweet spongy spot inside of you. His sweet mouth never letting up on its assault on your clit.

“R-rrright there!! Oh god right there don’t stop oh fuck please don’t stop j-Joel oh Joel!!!” You start to scream his name as he brings you to the ultimate euphoria. Your cunt spasming as you squirt all over his beautiful face. You grab onto his curls and try to move his head as he continues to lick and suck on you. Barely able to even catch your breath, your cunt starting to hurt from the overstimulation from his mouth. Unable to move his head, you just grip his curls and hang on for dear life already on the brink of a second orgasm. His tongue and fingers are relentless never once letting up. Before you can even register what’s happening, your coming again. Squirt just dribbling out this time rather than shooting out at Joel. Your whole body shaking, boneless as he looks up at you. His face wet as he gives you this shit eating smile,

“That’s it baby give me every drop of your sweet essence.” He says as he admires your sore cunt before running his tongue through your folds one more time.

Joel sits back on his haunches as he grabs your hips and flips you over on your stomach, pulling your butt up slightly as he notched himself at your entrance.

“I think your sweet little pussy is ready for me now darlin. Whatcha think baby? Think she can handle me?” He says with a dark chuckle as he starts to feed you his cock inch by inch. You feel yourself stretch to accommodate his girthy length. Every little bit of his cock sliding along your walls has you quivering. The pace he’s going feels like forever before he hits home and buried his entire length inside you. His cock punches all the air from your lungs, all you can do is fist the sheets beneath you as your mouth drops opens in a quiet scream.

“Fuck she’s squeezing me so tight already honey. Poor baby hasn’t been fucked right, has she? Awe I don’t think she has. Needs daddy’s big cock to stretch her out how she likes huh? Yea she does.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. Your face smashed into the bed, all you can do is nod your head. His filthy mouth has you ready to beg for more. Ready to beg him to fuck you hard. Too see you so pliant and ready to take whatever he gives you has Joel’s eyes rolling back as he pulls out until the tip is left before pushing back in with a quick thrust. He finds his pace with ease, giving you hard, unrelenting thrusts that push you up on the bed as you try your hardest to push back, wanting to fuck yourself back on his cock. But all you can do is lay there and take him. Joel leans down, his chest covering your back as he bites down on your shoulder. You moan loudly as your head lifts off the bed, tilting back. His hands find yours, his fingers interlocking with yours as you continue to grip the sheets. His pace slowed ever so slightly so you feel every thrust, every vein, every inch go in and back out. You swear you might black out from how delicious his cock feels deep inside you. Feeling fuller than you ever have,

“Jj- joooeeeeelllll nngh I-I’m gonna - oh. I-I’m gonna cum daddy fuuuckk oh please don’t stop!” You manage to get out as you move your head to the side, managing a whisper in his ear. Joel moves his face from your shoulder to your face and does his best to kiss you. It’s rather sloppy as you both go to lick into each others mouth, only to barely make it in, getting the sides of each others mouths more.

“Oh good baby good. Give daddy what he wants. Let me feel this sweet fuckin cunt cum all over me. That’s it, that’s fucking it sweet girl oh fuck I can feel her baby I can feel her coming nngh oh.” He moans into your ear as you hit your third orgasm of the night. Your whole body seizes up and you begin to come, your cunt milking his cock for all its worth. Judging by the grunts coming from Joel he’s close too. His thrusts become sloppy before you feel him thrust all the way in and begin pulsing. His thick load coating your walls, you swear you feel him in your womb. He stays inside you for awhile after, resting his head on your back as you both catch your breath and come down from your highs.

He pulls out and moves to lay next to you, helping you to roll on your side. He wraps you up in his blanket before holding you tight to his chest. You bury your face in his chest, taking a deep breath in. His woodsy, musk scent filling your nostrils. Your so spent, sleep finds it’s way to you with ease. The both of you holding onto each other, you eyes finally shut as you drift off to sleep.

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You roll over, trying to find warmth as you start to open your eyes. All too soon it hits you, you slept with the older man you had just met. Joel. You’re still in his bed but he’s gone. Your friends!! The bonfire! You sit up quickly before the memories of what you saw flood back into your consciousness. Fuck Liam and Aaliyah. How dare they betray you like that? You climb out of Joel’s bed and grab a red flannel off the ground and pull it on. The shirt covering what you need it to cover as you button it up a little bit, leaving the top four buttons undone. You decide to go out and find Joel, bring him back to bed. As you walk into the kitchen, you look out the window above the sink and make out the bonfire is still going strong. The clock on the wall reads 3am on the dot. Curious you open the sliding patio door and step outside, wrapping your arms around yourself for warmth. You keep on walking towards the bonfire. As you get closer, it seems like everyone’s gone. Suddenly you notice a robe swishing behind a tree, you decide to follow. Walking into the woods, it doesn’t take long before you find everyone. The sight makes you stop in your tracks. Everyone’s backs are to you, all dressed in white robes with these masks covering the top half of their faces. The bonfire still close enough to give you enough light to notice red. The sleeves and bottoms of the white robes are covered in red and they’re all eating? What looks like red, raw meat in their hands, feasting as if they were animals. You move to go back to the house when your foot hits something and you look down and notice a severed arm. You gasp loudly, putting your hand over your mouth. Jumping back in fright, you hit a solid wall. Turning around, you find Joel.

“What are you doing out here darlin? You aren’t meant to see this. Not right now. Not good for the baby.”

Terrified and absolutely confused by what he meant by that you start to back up.

“I-I Joel please. I-I’m sorry I didn’t know I-“ swinging your head around, everyone has now stopped and are looking your way. An endless sea of blank white masks staring at you. You can see the pile of bodies they were circled around. You make out Liam’s head laying next to a pile of intestines. Human flesh hanging in their hands as they’ve all come to a stop. Your eyes wide in horror as you realize those were your friends. Their bodies laying on the cold hard ground, filleted wide open. Severed body parts scattered about. They were eating them. Actually eating their lifeless bodies.

You turn back to Joel before you trip and fall on your ass. You start to slowly crawl backwards, away from him.

Slowly getting down on his knees before getting into a crawl position, “Now don’t do something stupid honey. It’s okay. I built this community for us. For you. I’ve been waiting for the day my queen came home to me. This is our kingdom to rule.” He says in a low, gravelly voice as he begins to crawl towards you. A terrifying predator coming for his prey. You do your best to crawl backwards while still facing him but he reaches out and grabs your ankle, pulling you toward him.

Thrashing your leg, trying to get out of his hold, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

“Joel please! Let me go! I won’t tell anyone just let me go!” You try to beg, hoping he’ll take mercy on you as you grab onto the leg he has a hold off and try your hardest to yank back out of his grasp.

Joel just smirks at you as he climbs on top of you. His hands grab both of yours and holds them together, pinned to the ground.

“Don’t you see? I did all of this for you baby. I gave you a beautiful home, a community of people who love you. Why can’t you see that? Those others only hurt you, betrayed you. I love you darlin. Always have. I need ya to calm down now honey this is for your own good.” He tells you as you continue to struggle to get out of his grip. He manages to grip both of your hands in one of his as he brings his hand to his mouth. He bites into the fatty part of his hand, drawling blood. He shoves the bleeding hand into your open mouth. The metallic taste hitting your tongue, making you gag.

“Stop it! Stop moving dammit! This is for your own good! You need me! You need my life essence baby! The baby needs it! Take it!” He shouts at you as he continues to shove his hand into your mouth. Unable to get out of his grip or close your mouth, you finally give in and stop moving, letting his blood flood your mouth. Tears stream down your face as you realize you aren’t getting away from this. From him. He’s convinced you’re with child even though it’s only been hours since you’ve had sex. It’s literally impossible for that. Yet he sure thinks so. And on top of that, he’s convinced you belong to him and you need his blood and then there’s the fucking human eating monsters behind you. You aren’t getting out of this alive. Playing along is the only option you have.

“That’s it baby there’s my good girl. I love you darlin. Don’t you love me?” He asks as he removes his hand.

“I love you Joel. I’m so sorry.” You whimper out, only audible enough for him to hear. Joel leans down and captures your bloody lips with his. Kissing you deeply, shoving his tongue inside your mouth. You kiss back, not really having any other choice but to kiss him back.

Joel’s free hand moves down to your cunt, dipping a bloody finger in between your folds, giving you a couple quick rubs on your clit before removing his hand to pull himself out of his pants. His leg nudges your leg to open more as he swipes his cock through your used pussy. After a few swipes, Joel starts to push into you. You’re just wet enough for it to not hurt too bad but it feels so much more intense than last time. The stretch really burns as he continues to push into you. Pinned down on the ground, all you can do is take him. Having been completely occupied by Joel, you had temporarily forgotten about your audience. That’s when you notice a low hum of voices surrounding you. You break the kiss and look to the side and see masked people surrounding you two chanting something in a language you’ve never heard before. Next thing you know, they all get down on their knees, arms extended in front of them, bowing towards you and Joel.

“Eyes on me darlin. It’s okay, you’ll know soon enough what’s happening. It’s a good thing baby. Ffuck oh honey I love you so much. My sweet girl. M-my beautiful Queen, that’s it, take daddy’s cock nngh” Joel tells you as he grunts, bottoming out inside of you again and again.

You can’t help but to grunt as he continues to thrust deep in you. You’re barely able to comprehend anything that’s happened nor the fact you have an audience who also happen to be bowing down and chanting. You are well and throughly screwed.

~Fin~

A/n: I’ve had this idea for awhile, wrote some of it, had a creative slump and had a visit from the horny monster today and wa- la! I hope y’all enjoy this! I love you all and appreciate all the feedback!♥️♥️

Tagging some moots(: - @bonezone44 @multiversed-daydreamer @toxicanonymity @lumoverheaven @wannab-urs @neverwheremoonchild @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @beefrobeefcal @josephquinnswhore @juletheghoul let me know if you want me to untag you!

[hoodharlow]

Friends in the Corner

AN: not me 2 days late for Valentine's Day 🤭🤭🤭 huge THANK YOUUU to my fave Ezra for screen recording the video for me 🥺🤞🏻 song in the video is called Friends in the Corner by Foxes

Requested? No

Warnings: mentions of SG and her bf, c(h)orny Jack, and 😒 fans lol

Word Count: n/a

@'mackupdates: more pictures of Jack and Miriam at the YSL Beauty event in New York from last week

@'mackshipper: and of course these bitches didn't take any pictures together 😭😭😭

@'mackaremyparents: one thing about Jack and Miriam is that they will avaoid the cameras at events

@'Miriamfan: let me put my computer science degree to use and hack whoever has that picture of Jack and Miriam

@'mack4life: when your man performs at the event honoring you bc you became the new face of YSL Beauty 🥰🥰🥰

-> @'jackfan: nepo boyfriend things 🤭🤭🤭

-> @'jackstan: ysl is gonna get even more expensive with Miriam as thier brand ambassador and with however much they paid Jack to perform

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@'mdm: Friends in the Corner out now 🤗

@'jackharlow: I'll eat it from the back, the side, forward, in reverse, however you want it bro 🔥🔥🔥

-> @'mateodominguez80:🧯🧯🧯

-> @'josephdominguez: LMAOOOO

@'ayoedebiri: superb mate

@'saintclauds: she's a singer, actress, director, writer AND model 😍

@'zendaya: exactly THIS

@'haileybieber: obsessed with this song 🤌🏻

@'jordynwoods: icon in the making

@'mackshipper: the pop girlies should be grateful this is only for her movie and not bc she wants to be a full-time singer

@'lilnasx: trying not to say mother challenge

@'theestallion: no one does it like HER

@'miriamhater: what nepotism can get you

-> @'jackharlow: nah bro is just that talented

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@'mdmupdates: Miriam via IG Stories, everyone stream her song it's AMAZING

@'mdmxjh: oh she DID that

@'mackshipper: wait so is this a musical or is she just part of the soundtrack

@'jackharlowisdaddy: the blue caption, she's so real for that

@'miriamhater: can't believe I'm saying this, but she'll be getting a stream from me

@'antimack: the PR is pr-ing but y'all are so far up their asses to see that

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@'mdm: 🥰

@'jackharlow: do you like me or something 🙈

-> @'mdm: 🧍🏽‍♀️

@katdominguez: that green jacket looks familiar 🤔

-> @'mdm: it was mine originally, I just took it back

@'oliviarodrigo: mom and dad 🥺

@'claybornharlow: where's my other niece 🤨

-> @'jackharlow: this post is about me not my second born 🤨

@'jaysontatum: bring him back by 10pm

@'mackaremyparents: oh she loves him BAD

@'SGfan: Selena and Benny from shein

-> @'jaileyxmack: mind you Jack and Miriam have been dating for almost three years and your fave is dating her ex’s producer to prove she's over her ex

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@'jackharlow: thanks for the privilege of letting me nut in you 🤝🏻 🤍

@'mdm: you just lost them 😒

@'urbanwyatt: this is why Miriam always sends you back to Kentucky

@'jaysontatum: where's my Valentine's Day post

-> @'druski: get off my life partner's page

@'lilnasx: not you changing the caption 💀

@'kehlani: why are you posting my wife

@'Tinashe: hey, you don't know me but...

@'zendaya: I'm coming to you as a woman

@'miriamfanbutjackhater: oh he hates her fr, I can't believe she tolerates that kinda of disrespect

-> @'mackaremyparents: he's just unserious, if it bothered Miriam she would have told him. He respects her boundaries

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Miriam via Instagram Stories

[weirdlotiel]

Ahsoka ep 5. (Involves cursing and spoilers. Not necessarily in that order)

Did I say I love music in this series?

Last week I was talking with my dad and explained what was happening in the series and he asked if Ahsoka Hera and the team will use Pergills to find their way to Ezra and Thrawn. Not a bad idea…

Even more Jacen!!! Yay😍😍😍

I totally forgot to notice it earlier bur he has his dad’s… arm thing.

Huyang with Sabine’s helmet 😭. And how he tild them to stay together. He was so sad😭😭😭

Ahsoka has this thing with crossing her arms.

Anakin gives me uneasy feeling.

What does “finishing her training “ means?

Wait, live or die? Really? Well, that was quite… obvious.

Jacen knows something. I mean, why would he sit at the edge of the cliff?

I love how Huyang is half right half wrong.😂

Hera, listen to your baby!!!! He knows something!!!!!

And she listens! Or at least tries to. I love this duo.

Wait… Jacen hears what is happening on “the other side”???? I love that boy😭😭😭😍😍😍(and he made me cry!!!)

Carson: what am I missing? What just happened?

Huyang: Jacen has abilities. His father, Kanan Jarrus, was a jedi.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (that was literally my reaction to this conversation)

Carson: okay, we better get on it then.

You mention jedi, they listen 😂

But still, why did Hera leave Jacen and Chopper alone ot there? What if some kind of beast appears? Or whatever?

Ahsoka- falls down through the clouds.

Me: don’t tell me there will be younger Soka?

Younger Ahsoka- appears.

Me: oh, she’s cute😂

Nice training btw… well, dealing with your past is almost never easy.

Was that a random clone she sat next to? Probably yeah. Sad.

The talk with anakin, right after that… isn’t this a real dialogue from Clone wars? Or at least part of it? When they tried to get through the blocade to Ryloth? (I was watching this ep few days ago)

I knew there was something wrong!!! Vader is there! Be careful Snips!!!

I do love Huyang talking about Ahsoka and Ani. 😂

What did Chopper sense? Maybe a Pergill?

Oh, Siege of Mandalore? Just great.

Ani is dark. Is that a darke side tempting her?

Yup. Red lightsaber. But it’s not temptation… a test? Maybe.

I do love seeing more Vader side of Anakin. Although it pains me. (Btw idk how about the rest of you guys, but I had a feeling since the previous episode that we’ll see him today)

Yay, Ani is Ani again!!!!

No, he disappeared.

Haha, Ahsoka was just floating under the water. I should’ve known.😂

Jacen’s face when he saw the Ghost coming back with Ahsoka😍. I love this boy.

Jacen wants a lightaber. Of course he does.

Learning the past through touching objects? I didn’t know Ahsoka could do that.

I think she’s disappointed. At least a lil bit.

Ouch, Hera is in trouble. I hope she’s gonna be fine. (I hate most of thise politicians, did I mention that?)

Soka saw Pergills!!!!!!

Hey, you fucking senators, Hera is the general. End of discussion.

Why do I have a feeling me and my pa were right about the Pergills?😂

I love our big, soace Whales. (I need an amoji for them😂)

Dang, that Pergill is huge!!!!

Carson: I respectfully disagree.

My translation: Go fuck yourself you idiots.

So Ahsoka is gonna pull Jonah’s trick. (Now which story am I talking about? Who’s gonna tell me?)

Although I wish Hera went too. (And I do hope we’ll still se her in next episodes.)

This episode made me more emotional than I wish it did. (Especially because there was a lot of Jacen. Yes, Imma keep talking about this baby boi. And because we have more Pergills)

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Legacy of Mandalore"

A Mandalorian family reunion!

Live reaction version from 2017.

I do find it hilarious that the kids are in the front seats, driving and co-piloting, while the adults are hanging out in the back.

Ezra's little, "Wait a minute." moment lol.

Nice to hear this bit of spoken Mando'a.

Chopper banging on the outside of the Phantom II with his manipulators lol.

Remember what I said last rewatch about how the two of them develop into co-protagonists? Part of that seems to be that they start spending more time in the cockpit together. :)

~Under cloud, beneath the stars... over snoooooooow one winter's morn.~

*ahem* Pardon me there, visiting Krownest always puts those lyrics in my head.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The snow clumps being shaken off the tops of the trees as they're passing.

"Don't worry, I'll play nice."

Ah yes, one of the parts of the episode that almost seems like it's playing Ezra off as Sabine's "problem boyfriend" that she's bringing home to meet mom and dad. <3

So it was definitely the Supercommando armor that set Ezra off.

I do not know what it is but Disney has been pulling some really weird shit regarding age order of siblings lately, Tristan does not look like he's the younger sibling at all.

Also Isabella and Luisa should be totally switched around, c'mon.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How their feet actually sink into the snow with realistic weight and powder compression.

Love the design of the Wren stronghold. Very Modern Architecture.

I love him. <3

Takes Sabine promising that the lightsabers will be safe before Ezra decides to give his up. (And yet later in the climax he doesn't even hesitate to throw it to her, aaaaaah!)

Don't mind me, just appreciating the design of this place.

Ursa sounds an awful lot like Fenn "I made a deal with the Empire to survive" Rau here. I doubt the parallels aren't deliberate.

So I guess the takeaway lesson is don't make deals with the evil empire because it will always screw you over.

*whispers* If no supposed to ship why have Ezra being adorkable towards Sabine's brother just like Kanan was adorkable at Hera's father?

Really can't get over the scenery in this episode it's so soft and pretty.

Ursa was so ready to be impressed that her babygirl kicked Maul's ass and so disappointed when that wasn't the case lol.

Does seem like Sabine had a difficult childhood even before the whole Dutchess fiasco. Maybe that was why she decided to go to the Imperial Academy in the first place? Who knows.

My genre-savvy called a lot of the beats this episode, which made it just a smidge predictable for me the first time around.

Not gonna lie, Rau sneaking through the complex is actually kind of hilarious.

I'll bet Alrich painted that for her. :)

Ngl, the dialogue in this scene is just a bit weirdly written, I dunno what it is but it bugs me.

Ezra's so proud that Sabine kicked Gar Saxon's ass lol.

Underappreciated Papa Wolf Kanan moment: Shielding Ezra from the guardsman's blasters.

You know I don't wonder why Sabine latched onto the Ghost crew as her new family, high-ranking Mandalorian clans seem overly obsessed with prestige.

Tristan is a blabbermouth lol, still can't get over that.

Oh man this expression. She must feel like she's relieving her family's disowning all over again.

*chanting* Don't make deals with the devil, don't make deals with the devil.

Saxon is a master at finding loopholes isn't he?

I don't think this brief fakeout from Tristan was necessary, I think he should have just immediately turned guns on Saxon from the beginning.

Nice to hear Sabine's theme in the score tho.

LOLOL IT STILL CRACKS ME UP HOW FENN RAU JUST BURSTS THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW ALL, "SURPRISE, BITCHES!"

<333333

This moment made the episode for me.

Zero hesitation, complete trust and faith. He loves her so much omg.

Oooooh a nice rendition of the Force Theme here!

(Told y'all it became a running gag.)

Problem boyfriend so worried. <3

Sabine's theme is in french horns now, it sounds like. This iteration of the theme is less mournful and more action-oriented, with flute trills and timpani percussion.

The cracking ice is mostly symbolic I think. I did worry at the time of airing if someone was going to wind up falling in.

Sabine using basic lightsaber positions like Kanan and Ezra taught her. <3

...Was it implied that Sabine hacked off Saxon's arm there or...? Camera angle makes it difficult to discern.

I don't think it's a coincidence that Saxon winds up in a position like Dooku's or the Grand Inquisitor's in the Season One finale, lightsaber blades held crossed at their throats.

But Sabine, having been heavily influenced by the Jedi in her life, chooses mercy over revenge. The moment is even punctuated by a snippet of the Force Theme. Aaaaaaaah I love it, I love that Sabine has let Kanan's influence soak into her so much, has become so much more Jedi than Mandalorian and been made better for it.

Oh, his arm's intact, okay then.

I have... Thoughts™ about the entire Mandalorian mindset of needing chaos to become strong and refusing outside help to fight its battles and how the whole Proud Warrior Race thing so often works against them rather than for them but I'll leave them unsaid for now.

<33333

This status quo change was honestly completely unexpected, and frankly, the episode is eons better for it.

Sabine's theme is in a triumphant key now, as she watches the Phantom II leave.

:((((

So! This episode is not nearly as good as the previous one, and it's bit predictable, as I said. It's not bad, though, and it's obviously a necessary one for Sabine's growth and character arc, and the overall Mandalorian arc. I was weirdly a little bored this time? Aside from the cute Sabezra bits and the fact that they were bold enough to change up the status quo by having Sabine stay on Krownest, I really feel like this could have been so much stronger as an episode.

Maybe if we axed one of the fillers and made this a two-parter? Idk.

The episode is still decently entertaining enough and has lots of lovely quality Sabine content for those in fandom whose primary investment is her. She gets to really shine here, and show off how far she's come as a character. Which is great.

I think at the time there was a genuine worry that Sabine was being written out of the show. I know I needed a little bit of time to process the thought of her being absent the next couple episodes. But again, they made a narrative choice and stuck with it and I admire that. So I really can't hate this episode. :)

Of course next time we're at my favorite episode of the season and the whole inspiration for an accidentally giant-ass AU that I wrote. See y'all then!

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

july 4, 2021 7:30 p.m. adam's house

[wyatt] i'm gonna ask again...

[grant] alright, well, let me put it this way. what i didn’t like was very, very specific to me. it was a me thing and you are totally different than me. we are different people and the time period won’t even remotely be the same for us, so things will have changed. so, the experience i had isn’t going to be the one you would have. it’s not worth talking about because it just doesn’t matter.

[wyatt] boo, that’s not an answer.

[grant] okay, yeah, i hated it. still, i would absolutely, like, with every fiber in my being and all of my heart encourage you to go play college hockey if you’re interested. and yes, at the school i went to, if you’re interested in that school in the future. it’s so far off from now that you shouldn’t worry about it but you know what your dreams are and you should follow them. don’t ever listen to anyone else. do what you want. you know yourself best.

[grant] the only thing i'd say–and this goes for literally everything in life–is that if you do something and think it’s going to be amazing and you find out it’s not, trust yourself enough to leave and change paths. don’t stay with something if you’re not having a good, healthy, or safe time.

[grant] now i'm really going to get off my soapbox. i'm not here to lecture you. boring! gross! i'm supposed to be the fun uncle.

[wyatt] safe? did you get arrested or something? my friend at school has a big brother in college and he's in jail for selling cocaine.

[ezra] HAHAHAHA!

[grant] uhh–

[grant] i don’t know what to say but, uhh, i have never been arrested.

[wyatt] so, you didn't get arrested like papa?

[grant] you know about uncle paddy going to jail?

[ezra] he has his mugshots in his car!

[grant] oh, i forgot about that.

[wyatt] wait, why did you call him–

[grant] uncle paddy?

[wyatt] he’s your dad.

[grant] oh, no, buddy, i'm about to destroy your whole worldview…

[ezra] hey, the dragon is here! geez, the head chopping thing took soooooo long.

[grant] yay, alduin time! RIP to the others, though.

[grant] but, um, buddy, he’s not my dad. and your dad isn’t my brother.

[wyatt] liar!

[grant] i didn’t know you didn’t know!

[wyatt] how’s he not your dad? you wear glasses like him! and you laugh like him!

[ezra] wait, what?

[grant] i guess you’re confused because he calls me his son? and, well, your dad and his siblings and i call each other by, like, sibling-y terminology.

[grant] my mom is your grandfather and aunt bridget’s older sister.

[ezra] no! great-grandma aoife and great-grandpa joseph don’t have another–

[grant] no, no, they do.

[ezra] you're lying! liar liar pants on fire!

[grant] i am telling the honest truth! and i'm sorry to surprise! i really thought you knew.

[ezra] well, uh, you can still be uncle grant because you’re cool. you fly planes and do cool stuff like that, and you’re nice and funny and good at video games.

[grant] aww, i still make the cut? i'm still good enough to be an uncle?

[wyatt] of course! but if you become less funner than uncle alex, then you’re gonna get fired from the uncle job.

[grant] at least i know the terms of the contract!

[grant] but damn, you don’t like alex?

[wyatt] he’s kind of annoying. and he and lilly have a crusty white dog. i'm scared of crusty white dogs. they look evil. they’re gonna eat my limbs in my sleep.

[grant] that’s very oddly specific.

[ezra] i'm scared of sporks.

[grant] sporks?

[ezra] and i don’t like ladders.

[grant] okay, but sporks?

[ezra] it’s a fork but uglier and stupider.

[grant] you know what? valid. you’re not wrong.

[wyatt] i hate clowns, too!

[grant] also valid.

[wyatt] you aren’t scared of anything?

[grant] lithium-ion battery fires.

[wyatt] what?

[ezra] that’s a lot of big words.

[grant] yeah, lithium-ion battery fires, especially on a plane, and people being mean to me. germs, too. can’t forget germs.

[wyatt] if i sneeze into an open hand, would it make you cry?

[grant] yeah, a little bit.

[grant] don’t make me summon the crusty white dogs.

[ezra] summon! summon! summon!

[promiscuouspomegranate]

could we get more on ezra? his character seems interesting and i wanted to see more of him in the oneshot! IT WAS STILL REALLY FOOD THOUGH !!

Me fucking rambling

TWs: Bullying, harassment, self harm, physical violence, stalking, manipulation, unstable home life, Lenore isn’t a good person, and Ezra just sucks.

(I hoped someone would ask for more because I focused on adjectives and “Oo, this sounds pretty” more than the plot… erm.. my bad 💀)

When Ezra was nine–maybe ten, he can’t remember anymore–he witnessed his dad strike his mom across the face. His dad cussed her out over a minor inconvenience and then left her alone to go for a drive. His mom needed her “beautiful boy” to hold and coddle with saccharine affections. She whispered in Ezra’s ear, “You are far kinder than your dad… Never turn out like him, Ezra.” Ezra’s father came home an hour later with a bouquet of roses, and he heard his parents kiss from his room. At that age, Ezra took to heart the interaction and prayed that God helped him flourish in love the way his parents did. God never answered his prayers, but the devil did.

When Ezra was twelve–he could never forget the moment–he felt his childhood friendship with you change. You were starting to flourish and grow in ways he never knew someone could. Your mother had passed away, your father became a deadbeat, but you managed to thrive in your miserable conditions. He viewed you as someone capable and strong.

You ruined his perception when he heard you sobbing at the pond. You were crying for your mom to come back. That’s not what you were supposed to be like. You were meant to prevail by yourself. He already has to take care of his poor mother, now you?

The next day at the cafeteria, Ezra handed you a packed lunch from his mom. He waited for you to thank him and swoon–maybe confess your love if you felt like it–but you were so ungrateful. You hoarsely muttered, “I don’t need this, but thanks.” That’s definitely not how you were supposed to react. Weren’t you needy? You needed him. Stop being so confusing.

Your pessimistic attitude and nihilism–as philosophical as a middle schooler gets–were apparent to others. You arrived late to your classes, you cried in the bathroom stalls, and you were no fun to be around. People used to show false sympathies and whisper amongst each other, “Oh, poor thing, I hope they brighten up soon.” Even teachers pitied you and would murmur in the lounge between gas station cigarettes, “Can hardly believe what it’s like to be so young and lose your mom. I knew her well before she passed, lovely thing. Such a shame she didn’t pass her optimism to her child.”

You first experienced bullying when Ezra, enraged by your unwillingness to acknowledge you needed him, spread a rumor about you freshman year. A tale so disgustingly detailed and grotesquely exaggerated, it just had to be true. He told others in a hushed whisper in the band room you caused your mom’s death, whether willingly or not, he left for people to interpret. The car accident was your fault; you told him in tears, “Couldn’t handle hearing complaints about your father anymore. You snapped and lost her in a second.”

He showed them pictures of you in the hospital and old diary entries about your mother. Soon, people felt revolted by his lie and found you guilty of your mother’s death. Rumors stacked, and suddenly, you were getting things thrown at you in class; people would fight you when you least expected, and you were violently bullied and belittled by everyone.

Ezra realized his plan was working when he overheard a group of girls gossiping, “Bet they miss their mom so much they’re trying to join her in the afterlife. Someone saw them cutting themselves in the bathroom… like; get a fucking life, honestly. I knew them in middle school, and they always had a horrible vibe, y’know?”

Yet, not everyone believed Ezra’s story. The school’s book club knew a plot hole when they saw one, and there were quite a few in Ezra’s rumor. The polished president of the club, Lenore, extended a hand and invited you to her group. She would defend you when one of Ezra’s friends harassed or threatened to hurt you. Although her reputation was battered and she became a target, she stuck with you.

At a snail's pace, your personality resurfaced, and your mind soothed itself. By senior year, you laughed alongside your friends, defended yourself from verbal altercations, and debunked Ezra’s rumor. Only Ezra’s friends believed it, and many had apologized to you for their actions.

Yet, the wound was still bleeding, and you could only apply bandaids to patch it. Yes, your depression faded, but it persisted. Yes, you could walk in the hallways without getting your hair dragged, but you still faced violence. Yes, you had a friend group and a fantastic soul to defend you, but Ezra was still there. Why couldn’t he leave you alone? You used to be friends.

Lenore tried to patch your grief with positivity and smother sorrow with her sweet smile. Lenore would hold you close and whisper, “I’m here for you. Isn’t that all that matters? You have someone to look after you.” In contrast, Ezra would open wounds and stab you with words. He’d always repeat, “Just give up, fisheyes. Some people will always know the truth that you’re a murderer.”

tbh I’d move to Wisconsin in this situation and make cheese for a living !?

[elivanto]

''what you're doing right now is really stupid but you're so cute i can't help but laugh at it'' + space mom and dad (aka kanera)

from these prompts - this took a few days, but thank you so much! i hope you enjoy!! 🤭

the perils of space travel - read on AO3 here!

The Ghost was well and truly stranded. In the middle of blasted nowhere with no planet in sight for hundreds of lightyears in all directions.

Hera swore as she examined the smoking hyperdrive, the broken cables spitting electrical sparks, then swore again for good measure.

“Hey,” a cheery voice exclaimed behind her, and she lifted her gaze to the ceiling. “I thought we weren’t supposed to use that word!”

Hera turned around to face Ezra and put her hands on her hips.

“You can’t use that word,” she corrected. “I can.”

Ezra mumbled something about unfair rules, and why was he even listening to her, she wasn’t his mother and Hera indulged in a private smile when he vanished back into the hall. To be replaced by Kanan.

“How’s it looking?” he asked, stepping into the engine room, then winced as another shower of sparks spewed from the hyperdrive.

The exhaustion that had been lingering in the edges of Hera’s awareness crashed into her with a vengeance and blurred her vision for a moment, her throbbing headache creeping into the bases of her lekku.

“Bad,” she said and sighed. “Worse than bad. We’ll probably be stranded for a few days without Sabine here to help Chopper and me repair the drive. But you know what? It’s fine. I’ll take care of it later. I feel like I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a whole week. I’m gonna… I’m gonna lie down. And take a nap. Yes.”

Kanan made a bemused sound as she walked by and squeezed his shoulder, not capable to acknowledging him further—not right now. Too tired.

“Just don’t do anything stupid while I’m asleep, alright? I don’t want to wake up to the ship being on fire”—she grimaced and gestured vaguely in direction of the hyperdrive—“more than it already is.”

Upstairs in her cabin, she barely had time to take off her goggles before collapsing on her bunk and falling promptly asleep.

Hera startled awake only half an hour later, the cause being a very distressed sounding droid.

“Not now, Chopper,” she slurred and rolled over to bury her face in the pillow.

But Chopper kept on blabbering, then pulled at her blanket—and once she realized what he was so distressed about, she sat up so quickly she got dizzy.

“Kanan’s doing what?”

A minute later, she was stomping back down with a chattering Chopper in tow, scowling when she heard the clatter of tools and hissed curses even before she set foot inside the engine room.

“Kanan Jarrus, what in the galaxy do you think y—” She cut off when she saw him, unable to do anything but simply stare. And then an unbidden, small giggle escaped her. And another. And then she full on burst into laughter.

Kanan was sitting cross-legged next to the ruined drive with what looked like every kind of tool they had on the ship strewn on the floor around him, visor discarded, strands of hair that had escaped his ponytail framing his face in disarray, and a large smudge of oil on his cheek. The hyperdrive was still spitting sparks like a miniature death trap just waiting for a being made of flesh and blood to get too close.

Hearing her, he turned his head in her direction.

“I thought you wanted to lie down.” He frowned when Hera couldn’t hold in another giggle. “What’s so funny?”

That set her off again, and she quickly moved into the room to pull him just a little further away from the sparking drive.

“Love, did you forget to turn off the power? You’re going to—oh, stars, hold on,” Hera said and stifled a laugh with her palm. “You’re going to electrocute yourself.”

Kanan groaned and let himself fall back to sprawl across the floor. “And my near-electrocution is funny to you why, exactly?”

Hera huffed a sigh. “Well, you were being very stupid,” she said and sat down next to him to poke him in the arm. He gave her an exasperated twitch of his eyebrows. “But you looked so cute I couldn’t help but laugh.”

“I’m glad you’re having fun at my expense,” Kanan said, but his tone was light. “You know, I actually wanted to do something nice for you.”

“And I appreciate that.” Hera smirked. “How about we both go and take a nap and then you can help me repair it?”

An indignant grunt came from the door, and Hera shot Chopper an amused glance.

“I apologize. Help Chopper and me repair it, of course.”

“Deal,” Kanan said, now sounding as exhausted as Hera had been feeling, and she leaned down to place a lingering kiss on his forehead. Kanan searched for her hand with his and intertwined their fingers.

“On further thought,” she murmured against his skin, “let’s just keep sitting here for a little while.”

Her headache was as good as gone.

[celestialshearts]

closed starter for @sunfollows / harper and theo

theo needed this to go perfectly. which was why he enlisted ezra and jaden's help, making sure they distracted harper for the whole day, while he set everything up. he felt a little bad that he wasn't with harper, especially when he was getting almost hourly texts about how bored they were and that they wanted theo there, but this would all be worth it in the end. thankfully, the babies were already getting used to their new collars, nacho only trying to yank it off twice. they even liked their new (currently unnamed) sibling, who was making it his mission to grab puddles' tail.

picking up the new kitten and placing him on his lap, theo inspected the collar, making sure it was on properly. the sunflower and rose combination wasn't something he could find anywhere in the shops, so he might have spent a bit getting the design custom-made. it was for harper after all, the love of his life and his soulmate, he'd spend any amount of money making sure he was happy with this...proposal. that still felt weird to say, even in his head. he was going to propose to his harper.

"don't you dare go wandering off before your dad comes back," theo murmurs, kissing the kitten on his head. he took a deep breath as he, finally, attached the engagement ring to the collar. now, he just had to wait for harper to come back, who was already on their way. theo knew this was something both of them wanted, and he was excited! but god. he was also so nervous. anything could mess this up somehow. what if he got it wrong, and it was too soon? what if harper thought the proposal wasn't romantic enough? he got so lost in his head that he nearly jumped when he heard the front door opening.

making sure the kitten was safely tucked away in the living room, theo went to greet harper, with a kiss, of course. "hi baby. how was your day?" oh, he loved his harper more than anything in the world. just seeing him was enough to make his heart race. they were, hopefully, going to be engaged soon.

[starplusfourletters]

Random takes on ahsoka eps 2 and 3

so spoilers for the niche crap I care about in eps 2 and 3

once again holding back the plot / character / that's not how the force works rant until i have more perspective BUT IT'S BUILDING UP

i have so many questions about how the FIRST iteration of this apprenticeship got started but noooooo i'm holding it innnnnnnnnnnnnn

good to know "gold leaf on a rock" is all it takes to send me into full mortis art / world between worlds panic mode

When Ahsoka's like "there's simply no way to move this potential bomb out of the hospital" my guy Lothal is 99.99% grassland

Distinct lack of Lothwolves tho. Did Filoni move past his wolf hyperfixation?

[chopper's immediate suggestion being to bomb a city] i missed him so much

If sabine's hair looks anywhere close to good in the next scene after that haircut - oh is2g

dude tho that lightsaber dodge? so so so cool. just no fucks given. Hero

so did Sabine hire a long-term catsitter orrrr look let’s be honest I’m more invested in the cat than sabine. Not to be – wait for it – catty

oh no kaz's dad (? look I'm not going to check) is mean :(

DOUBLING DOWN ON THE GREEN HAIR WE LOVE TO SEE IT (but like srsly how. star wars canonizes DNA and then pulls this shit)

is the show really trying to make the sabine/ezra ship sail like actually? after 4 seasons of rebels being like "dude she's gay"?

Huyang straight up roasting sabine <3 he is my spirit animal

I was fangirling about ahsoka's dojo because if i was a space wizard I'd totally want my dojo to convert into a living room that's rad and then my friend pointed out that that means the place you just stood and fell and sweated on becomes your dining room table and that's... less sexy

Speaking of not sexy these mercenary / dark jedi ships. Boooooo

just have sabine fly and put ahsoka on guns. play to your strengths.

YES SPACE WALK omigod that helmet how does she even get into that

SPACE WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALES

guys I JUST made the connection about the convors in Rebels "Trials of the Darksaber." It has bugged me for 6 years. This is s3; ahsoka's not even confirmed alive let alone IN this ep and this ep is about sabine who's not even connected to ahsoka why are there convorees here? omigod it was FORESHADOWING? alternatively filoni just puts random animals in the background sometimes so he can pretend he knows what he's doing still haven't figured out the symbolic significance of the convorees in TCW "Bound for Rescue" helpful reference if you need it

but three eps in and nary a convor in sight? Did they forget???

[basiccortez]

Since its Jake and Sage Sunday can we get like maybe Sage having her first heartbreak or just a wedding one?

how about it's Sage's wedding. A glance into the future:

Everything had to be perfect, and it was supposed to be. Except, no one could tell the future and see that the morning of Sage's wedding, it would be snowing.

Sage thought that she would've been safe getting married in October. Its not too cold yet, its not too hot, the leaves are turning beautiful shades of red, yellow, and orange. It was set to be perfect, until they woke up and saw the blanket of white.

"It's fucking snowing!? Are you shitting me!?" Jake heard Sage yell that morning. Sage and her bridesmaids were staying in Jake and Y/N's house the night before the wedding.

"Doesn't that mean it's good luck?" Sandra asked.

"It's fucking snowing!" Sage exclaimed, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, it's snowing. It's fucking snowing!"

"Hey," Jake said walking into the living room, various makeup and hair chairs scattered around. Sage was pacing the floor in her silk matching pajama set and curlers in her hair, "Can I-"

"Oh my god, Dad! It's snowing!" Sage said, pointing out the obvious.

"It's just a dusting," Jake said, "It's not even sticking to the roads. Do you need anything before I head to the church with the boys?"

"Yeah, for it to stop snowing," Sage mumbled, "Oh, and to make sure your speech is done. Let Uncle Josh or Uncle Danny read it over. And no embarrassing tour stories."

"I can't tell about the time you fell out of the bunk or broke Sam's bass or-"

"No tour stories!" Sage laughed and Jake nodded, holding his hands up in defense, "I'll see you at the church."

"Make sure she doesn't go too crazy," Jake said pointing to the bridesmaids behind her. They all nodded and Jake headed out the door.

-- -- --

Now it was Jake's turn to pace the floor, waiting for Sage to show up. The bride and groom were separated, making sure they don't see one another. Ezra, and the wedding party were ready to walk down the aisle, and Jake was waiting to walk his little girl down. Jake hadn't seen her in her wedding dress yet.

"Okay, we're gonna start proceeding down," The wedding planner said, "Ezra go ahead and take your parents down and then Y/N."

Ezra nodded, taking a deep breath and taking his mom's arm and walking down the aisle.

"Is she even here?" Jake whispered to Y/N, "Like do I need to go drive the getaway car?"

"She's here," Y/N said, you'll see her soon enough," Y/N said and kissed her husbands cheek, as Ezra came back to get her, "Try not to cry."

"I don't cry," Jake scoffed, fixing his suit as the wedding party started their way down the aisle. Jake bit his lip watching them, and felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked over his shoulder, his breath catching in his throat at the sight in front of him, "Wow. . ."

"I look okay?" Sage asked, her brown eyes looking down at the white dress on her body. Her long brown hair was pinned back in an intricate looking braid with various diamond pins and white baby's breath flowers in it.

"Yeah, wow," Jake said, feeling himself get choked up. He cleared his throat and Sage hugged him tightly.

"I love you so much, Dad," Sage said and Jake pulled back from the hug.

"I know the snow kind of freaked you out, but snow is a good thing. It means you found your warmth, your peace," Jake said, "Oh don't cry. Y/N and Sandra will kill me."

"I'm trying not too," Sage said, dabbing under her eyes, "Well, let's do this thing." Sage smiled, grabbing on to her dad's arm, "Just please, please don't let me fall."

"Have I ever let you-"

"Yes. It was your bunk I fell out of," Sage laughed and Jake shushed her with a smile on his face.

"Well I'm not about to let that happen now," Jake said and kissed her temple.

The doors in front of them opened, revealing the guests in front of them, on either side of the aisle. Sage took a deep breath as they instrumental to 'Light My Love' played in the background. Sage tightened her grip on her father's arm as they walked, her eyes looking straight ahead at Ezra.

"Ya know, it's never too late, I can drive the getaway car," Jake whispered to her, as they walked.

"I think Y/N might capture us both before we make it to the door," Sage whispered back, "Plus, I know this is right."

Jake sighed in relief as they got to the alter and Ezra stepped down to get her. Her three uncles sitting behind them, all stood up, and Y/N too. Jake hugged Ezra and whispered something into his ear.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" The priest asked them.

"Her uncles, step-mother, and I," Jake said, and Sage sent him a smile. She hugged each of them, and Jake last, "No matter what, you'll always be my little girl." He whispered to her. Sage nodded, and kissed his cheek, before grabbing Ezra's hand.

Jake stood there for a moment, and instead of seeing her walk up the stairs of the alter, he was seeing her run into school on her first day. Her hair was in pigtails, a bright pink backpack on her shoulders. She stopped, sending him a bright smile, her two front teeth missing.

It took Y/N grabbing his hand, to bring him back to reality. Jake had to blink a couple times, letting him come back to the sight of his little girl getting married to the love of her life.

[andallthatmishigas]

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

Tagged by @emma-hahn and @corasorangejuice (omg you guys, thank youuuu! I loved getting to read your posts!)

Favorite time of the year: Autumn for sure.  I love the sunny days and the brisker weather and HALLOWEEN and I just love the pre-holiday time when we have the anticipation and the trees start to change but it’s not too dark or too cold yet and it’s just perfect.  We are almost getting to spooky season and I cannot wait.

Comfort foods: Macaroni and Cheese is my favorite food of all time, particularly the deluxe four cheese from Kraft and I add a little bit of truffle salt to it.  Other comfort foods for me are my mom’s ground turkey tacos and the grilled ahi tuna my dad does on the barbecue with the sauce my mom makes (sesame teriyaki with wasabi and sour cream all melted and magnificent)

Do you collect anything? I used to collect miniature snow globes and now I collect magnets whenever I travel.  And I don’t think books count as collecting but I live in a studio apartment and I have 3 enormous bookshelves and I need another one so maybe that counts.  Oh and I low key collect makeup products but I use all my insane shit so...

Favorite drink: Red wine probably.  But I love an old fashioned or other classic whiskey cocktails or a fruity vodka cocktail.  I mostly drink a lot of water day in and out.

Favorite music artists: Oh man okay get ready for a paragraph that no one will read.  I was raised on the big-voiced divas.  Barbra Streisand is the deity to whom I pray.  Celine Dion and Whitney Houston and Julie Andrews are how I learned how to sing when I was younger.  Bette Midler is deeply important to my soul, as is Cher (I basically have the taste of a middle-aged stereotypical gay man, it’s fine).  Liza Minnelli and Judy Garland and Patti LuPone.  Love a big belter.  And then if we get away from the showtunes and divas, I love almost anything from the 60s, especially Herman’s Hermits, The Beatles and all those fabulous Motown artists.  Peter, Paul and Mary and Patsy Cline are deep loves of mine.  Jim Croce (another reason for me to love Jim Hopper, he’s a Croce fan).  And then of course we have my all time favorite bands, ABBA and Fleetwood Mac.  Deep love of jazz standards singers, especially Ella Fitzgerald and Frank Sinatra (my whole family were jazz musicians so I was raised on Sarah Vaughn and the whole Rat Pack).  Also why I have such a love of Sadie and the Hot Heads and Michael Buble. Modern artists I love are Taylor Swift, Beyonce, Ed Sheeran, Walk the Moon, Lizzo, Lil Nas X, Sugarland, Michael Buble, P!nk, Miley Cyrus, Maroon 5, Lady Gaga, Kesha, Imagine Dragons, Florence + the Machine, George Ezra and uhhhh I’ll stop it there I guess.

Current favorite songs:

(not gonna link them because I’m running late right now so here’s just five songs off the top of my head that I really love)

Back to Before by Patti LuPone (original from Ragtime performed by the amazing Marin Mazzie but I just am too obsessed with Patti’s voice)

Leaving on a Jetplane by Peter Paul and Mary (my favorite song of all time)

Mamma Mia by ABBA (has become my go-to karaoke song because I sing it really well and it’s just so fun and people love it lol)

Daylight by Taylor Swift (created an entire AU crossover fic just so I could use the lyrics in a couple chapters and this song just hits my soul real deep)

Rainbow by Kesha (”what’s left of my heart’s still made of gold” is a lyric that came to me at a very hard time in my life and it makes me cry whenever I even say it out loud and it’s very important to me)

Favorite fics: (again not linking because I don’t have time but you can find them all on ffn) Galway Girl by @rahleeyah (Spooks AU fic that changed my life and I think about it at least once a week), A Messy Kind of Love by rahleeyah (Doctor Blake fic that is the reason Leah and I became friends and one of the most impactful things I’ve ever read and also changed my life), One Fine Day by rahleeyah (Spooks AU fic she wrote for me and it’s everything I could have ever wanted), Dolce Notte and Calda Notte by @whatsabriard (Downton fics, the concepts of which have been in my head for forever and I just cannot stop thinking about how magnificent the idea is), Heartlines by ladycobert (Downton fic so good I just didn’t work at all one day so I could read it and as soon as I finished it, I read it again), The Proper Way of Things by AndAllThatMishigas (my Downton masterpiece that I’m more proud of and had more fun with than anything ever), Forever In Your Arms by AndAllThatMishigas (Doctor Blake vampire Jean which is really what I want to be known for forever), Glances by AndAllThatMishigas (City Homicide story that is probably the most perfect canon/canon divergence story ever, if I do say so myself), After by AndAllThatMishigas (Spooks post-series story that truly just made me so happy to write and makes me happy to reread) and honestly I think that is enough.

Tagging: @blossom--of--snow @yesmadamepresident @callhimnowmarisamylove @featherpluckn @aboxfullofdarkness @doctoraliceharvey @whatsabriard @lovesclassicposts @margotgrissom @mandalamarigold​

[assfcrdays]

@grimmanor​ gets a plotted starter from EZRA

“Oh Mom... You really didn’t have to do all this.” Smiling at his mother, Ezra sat down at the dinner table, nicely decorated and filled with a meal that must have taken hours to prepare. “It’s not even Thanksgiving yet. It’s only Saturday... We could have just ordered pizza. I’m sure Dad would’ve been fine. And Uncle Izar, too, right?”, he added, turning his head to look at the two men who had been deep in conversation. For a moment, Ezra’s gaze lingered on his uncle, thinking back to earlier today. He’d been at his parents’ house for a week already, while Izar only arrived today - crossing paths with Ezra in the hallway just as the younger man had gotten out of the shower, sneaking into his bedroom without a towel on his nude frame. He had noticed the way his uncle was looking at him... and he was determined to do something about it.

“How was the trip, Uncle Izar? Lots of traffic?”, Ezra asked casually, smiling at his uncle who was sat right next to him at the table. “The roads must be crazy with everybody driving home to their loved ones.” Hands under the table, waiting for his mother to finish serving dinner so they could start eating, Ezra subtly moved one arm, the hand finding his uncle’s leg under the table. Without letting his expression change a bit, he placed his hand on Izar’s thigh, fingers teasingly brushing up the man’s leg, waiting to see if and how the other would react.

[sojutrait]

DFJKFGJ i love how any other day its fuck gabe me and my homies hate gabe then he gets his thirst trap moment and its this 😭😭😭 yeah dante really is his dads spitting image!

i feel them bc i was completely flabbergasted when i got the notif my jaw dropped and i had to pause the game 😭😭

sdkldkfl she wouldnt settle for anything less than a 10/10 ✋

HONESTLY she was like yeah enough about this baby nonsense im gonna go fuck off in the wild for a bit

oh thats weird, i dont do anything special i just add the partners to the node and they all line up horizontally on its own :/ sorry im not much help dskjfkf

i thought this said ezra miller and i almost had a stroke 🥴🥴 i dont see the resemblance but they both hook up with their students so they have that in common dkfjkfjg

EDIT: wait sorry anon who asked about how i deal with toddlers in the game i accidentally deleted the screenshot 😭😭 but the answer is i dont kdjdkf i just bathe and feed them and let them run around lmao

[all-the-things-2020]

All Our Future Prospects - Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Cee has a proposal of her own.

Rating: PG

Notes: We’ve reached the end of this sentimental story of three lost souls finding each other. I hope you enjoyed it!

She found it hard to believe she was back on Galadon. The spicy scent of gumdrop trees filled her nostrils as they stepped off the shuttle onto the landing pad. “Oh, I missed that smell,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Nothing smells as good as home,” Ezra agreed.

“Home,” she repeated. She laughed, feeling giddy. “Home.” She twirled around despite the duffle slung over her shoulder, almost knocking Ezra off balance.

“Calm down, little owl,” he said. “We’ll have enough silliness once we join Cee. I’m sure the girl is ready to burst out of her skin.”

His words were prophetic. As soon as they walked through the inner doors to the public area of the port, Cee pounced on them. She collided with Claire so hard they almost fell down.

“Easy there,” Ezra laughed. “Don’t kill her when we just got her back.”

Cee wrapped her arms around Claire and squeezed as hard as she could. “I missed you so much!,” she mumbled into Claire’s hair.

“I missed you, too,” Claire managed to say. She wanted to say more but her throat was closing up and she burst into tears. It was overwhelming. Then Cee was crying as well and they stumbled to a nearby bench to avoid collapsing under the weight of their own sobs.

Ezra stood over them, patiently waiting for the tempest of emotions to clear, and gently steering curious onlookers away. “You’d think they’d never seen a joyful reunion in a spaceport before,” he said drily once the tears had subsided. “Do people not watch holo dramas anymore?”

Cee laughed. “Holo dramas are so over, don’t you know that? Geez, you are old.”

“Stop teasing your uncle,” Claire said.

Cee shot Ezra a look. “You didn’t tell her?”

“I thought it would be better to wait until you were present,” he said.

“Tell me what?,” Claire asked. “What’s going on?” She didn’t like them having a secret from her, even though she’d only been back for five minutes and it was highly unlikely to be something bad.

“In order to sign my apprenticeship contract, Ezra had to be my legal guardian,” Cee said smugly. “So he adopted me. He’s my dad now, for real.”

“Oh, Cee, I’m so happy for you!,” Claire said. “And you, too, Ezra.” She felt another round of tears threatening to appear. “You belong together and now it’s official.”

“Speaking of official …,” Cee said. “Um, Claire, the lawyer who drew up the adoption papers has another set ready. If you want to.”

“You want me …?” She couldn’t say any more. It was impossible.

“I want you to be my mom,” Cee said. “I mean, I’ll be eighteen in less than two years, so it doesn’t really mean much legally but it would mean a lot to me.”

Claire nodded, still unable to talk. She wrapped Cee in her arms and hugged her as tightly as she could. “Yes,” she managed to say after a long moment holding back tears. “I would love to be your mom.” Then she let go and sobbed onto the girl’s shoulder again.

Once this storm of emotion had passed, Claire sat up, wiping her face with her sleeves. “I sincerely hope you don’t have any more surprises for me, Cee,” she hiccuped.

“Well …,” Cee said with a guilty look on her face.

“What did you do, birdie?” Ezra asked, with a hint of a grin.

“You asked me to start looking into apartments,” she said quickly. “And I found one that’s perfect for the three of us and I was afraid it might get snatched up so … I put down a non-refundable deposit and we have to sign the lease by the end of the day or we lose it.” She bit her lower lip, bracing for a scolding.

Ezra just shook his head. “I trust your judgement, birdie, you know that,” he said. “And we are all partners in this family venture. Although perhaps you should have led with ‘we only have a few hours to prevent financial ruin’ instead of indulging in a crying fest.”

Cee rolled her eyes. “I got to it as quickly as I could,” she said. “Claire was the one who started the crying.”

“Hey!” Claire said, swatting harmlessly at Cee’s arm.

“Don’t talk to your mother like that,” Ezra said, waggling a finger at her.

“Okay, Dad,” Cee retorted.

Claire sighed in contentment. It was good to be home.

********************************************

Claire sat on the couch. The apartment faced the setting sun and the sheer window curtains bathed the room in golden light. It had been a whirlwind of a day, signing lease papers, rushing around to buy bed linens and kitchenware and food to stock the fridge and cupboards, but now they were all at home. Ezra was making up the beds, Cee was in the kitchen figuring out how the stove worked, and she had just finished composing a quick message to her parents informing them of her new address … and the fact that they had a granddaughter now. It would not be official until they had completed the adoption papers, but there was no need to wait to tell her parents about Cee.

“I hope everyone likes grilled cheese,” Cee called out from the kitchen. “It’s the only thing I know how to cook.”

“Then why did you volunteer to prepare dinner?” Ezra mock-scolded from the bedroom.

“Because I wanted to do something special for my parents, geez,” she retorted. “You can be the chef in the family if you want.”

“Or perhaps we shall go shopping for a nice cookbook, so we can all educate ourselves in the rudiments of the culinary arts,” Ezra replied as he came into the living room. “Then we can take turns like adults.”

“I’m not an adult yet,” Cee yelled. “Still a kid, remember?”

Claire shook her head. “You two,” she said, as Ezra sat beside her.

“We three,” he replied. “I’ve heard you give as good as you get, my dear.”

“But not like you and Cee,” she said. “You have a weird bond that goes beyond anything I’ll ever have with her.”

“Your bond is different,” he assured her. “But just as strong.” He kissed her cheek. “Remember, it was her idea for me to go after the noridium in hopes of bringing you back home to us. She refused to let you go.”

“What would you have done if I’d said no?,” she asked quietly. “How would you have told her?”

He sighed. “I would have told her the truth, and held her when she cried, and then we would have sat down and calmly discussed what to do with the money,” he said. “I would have been strong for her.”

She laid her head on his shoulder. “But who would have been strong for you?”

He had no answer.

***************************************

Ezra was sound asleep, but Claire was wide awake. The enormity of her new life had settled on her and she needed some time to come to terms with it. Three people, dependent only on each other, no safety nets of any kind … it was frightening, yet she didn’t feel much anxiety. Whatever happened, she would be with Ezra and Cee and together they would survive.

A tiny voice nagged at her, though. What if something happens to Ezra? Or Cee? Or you? How will you manage then? And this voice is what robbed her of sleep, a kernel of doubt that needed to be dealt with.

She heard a noise in the living room. It had to be Cee, but it was far too late for the girl to be up considering she had to return to her apprenticeship in the morning. Claire waited a long moment before she slid out from under the covers. Ezra gave a little sigh and mumbled something in his sleep.

Cee was sitting on the couch in the dark. “It’s late,” Claire said softly. “You should be in bed.”

“I know,” Cee said. “Couldn’t sleep.” She folded her legs up, hugging her knees to her chest.

“Me either,” Claire admitted. She sat beside the girl, one leg drawn up underneath her.

“I was asleep,” Cee said after a long silence. “But I had a bad dream.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s stupid,” Cee said, shaking her head. “But I couldn’t get back to sleep so I thought I’d sit up for a bit.”

Claire nodded. “I’ll sit with you. If I’m going to be awake, I might as well be useful.”

“I thought you’d be tired,” Cee said, leaning her head on Claire’s shoulder.

“I am,” Claire admitted. “But my brain won’t shut off.” She slid her arm around Cee. “Maybe if we talk about your dream we can tire it out. Figure out the symbolism and whatnot.”

“There’s no symbolism,” Cee said grimly. “It was very realistic. I know exactly what it means.”

“So tell me,” Claire prompted.

“I was alone,” Cee whispered. “You were gone and Ezra was gone and nobody would tell me how you died, and I was living back at Johanna’s but I couldn’t do anything right and I was all alone …” Her words dissolved into a soundless sob. “I don’t want to lose you like I lost my mother and father.”

“Oh, Cee, sweetheart, I know I can’t promise you that Ezra and I will be here forever, that’s not how the universe works, but I can promise you that you will always be loved. Your mother loved you, and your father loved you, and we love you. So does Johanna and your friends and people you haven’t even met yet. I don’t think anyone could not love you, Cee.”

“Is it weird that I’m living here?”

Claire was confused by the abrupt change in topic. “What? I don’t understand. Why would it be weird?”

“I mean, I’m almost grown up, I’m doing an apprenticeship, I was living at Johanna’s. Now you and Ezra are together and maybe you’d like to be alone together, and here I am barging into the middle of everything.”

“When Ezra told me about the noridium, when he asked me to come back to Galadon, he didn’t ask me to spend my life with him,” Claire said carefully. “He said that he and you wanted to know if I’d throw my lot in with yours. Both of you. This isn’t just a romantic relationship, Cee. This is a family. I knew you were part of the deal from the very beginning and I could not imagine a life with Ezra that didn’t include you. You are not barging into anything, sweetheart. You’re home. We all are.”

They sat in comfortable silence until Cee yawned. “Time for bed, kiddo,” Claire said. “You have to work in the morning.”

“I know,” Cee said with a groan. “But only if you go to bed, too. You’re too old to pull all nighters.”

“I am not old,” Claire protested. “I’m younger than Ezra, at least by a little bit.”

Cee snorted. “That’s not saying much.”

“I hope your own kids are as obnoxious to you as you are to us,” Claire said.

“My kids will be respectful and polite,” Cee said primly.

Now it was Claire’s turn to snort. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“You will see it … Grandma,” Cee said. “But not for a long, long time. I promise.” She kissed Claire on the cheek. “Good night, Mom.”

Claire stayed on the couch for a while after Cee went back to bed. She could dimly see the future ahead now. Not the details, but the broad outline. A home with Cee and Ezra. Maybe there would be another child, maybe not. Cee would find her own partner one day if she was lucky, perhaps have a child or two of her own. Or not. It didn’t matter. Celebrations and trying times, gains and losses, joys and sorrows, but always, always love. That was what mattered.

As Claire slipped back into bed, Ezra stirred. “Everything okay?,” he asked.

“Everything’s fine,” she replied, snuggling up against him. “Everything is perfectly fine.” And it was true.