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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 22

The Desire

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings and tags: negative self-talk; Gregor having none of it; SMUT; it's finally happening; oral sex; fingering; body worship; PIV sex; I literally screamed and cried and threw my hands in the air when I typed the last line; I love them so much I can't even

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A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" (part 2 here) and "Do It Again," but all the fics can be read as stand-alones.

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Between the desire and the spasm

… falls the Shadow

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

“Are you all right?” Gregor asked, his soft eyes trained on Cerra’s.

She nodded. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“Karking it up like I do everything,” she said.

His eyebrows snapped together. “Why would you say that?”

“Because you deserve better,” she said. “You should be with someone who—”

“I know what I want,” he interrupted before she could talk herself out of it. “It’s you.”

Her breath stilled. “It is?”

“Since the moment I met you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked.

 He giggled quietly. “Are you serious?”

“No need to be rude,” she said, affronted.

“I’m not trying to be,” he replied. “It’s just the truth. You weren’t ready to move on, and you didn’t need someone pressuring you. You needed a friend, and if you decide that you’re never ready for more than that, then I’ll still be the luckiest man in the karking galaxy to be the one who’s there for you.”

Her eyes burned. She dropped her forehead to rest against his neck, and he wrapped his arms gently around her back, rubbing comforting circles between her shoulder blades.

“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered.

“True,” Gregor agreed cordially, pulling a reluctant chuckle from her as she smacked his shoulder. “Sorry, were you done floggin’ yourself, or did I interrupt? I could come back later…”

“Gods, you’re the worst,” she laughed.

“You can keep going if you want. Or…” he paused and kissed her shoulder softly. “We could…” He kissed her again, closer to her neck. “Try something else.” 

He licked along her skin until he reached the base of her throat. She tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck as she inhaled deeply.

“Gregor,” she sighed.

“Mmm,” he rumbled, working his way down her sternum. 

His bare hand slipped up her waist and beneath her bra to cup her breast. She took in a soft, deep breath as she arched her body into his touch. The rough fabric of his glove scraped lightly across her tender skin as he slid his other hand under the band of her bra. He pulled his mouth away from her long enough to tug the garment over her head, and then his lips closed around her nipple as his tongue swirled over her.

“You taste amazing,” he whispered against her skin.

He dropped his hands to her hips to dip beneath the compression suit and coax it down her legs. She shifted in the seat to ease its progress, and Gregor took shameless advantage of her momentary helplessness to drag her to the edge of the seat and spread her thighs wide over his broad pauldrons as his mouth worked its way down her body, kissing, licking, biting, sucking. 

He reached her pelvis at last, slowing his progress as he inched lower with aching deliberateness until at last his tongue dipped into her. Her reaction was electric. She convulsed with a cry, her body hypersensitive from years of denying her physical needs. Her thighs tightened around him as she practically levitated off the seat.  He gripped her hips and pressed her back down, his strong fingers digging into her flesh. He swirled his tongue around her clit and into her cunt.

“Fuck!” she sobbed as her fists tightened in his hair. “Fuck, fuck, Gre—”

He groaned against her and murmured something indecipherable. His hand brushed over her knee, then drifted leisurely up the inside of her thigh, taking his time despite her desperation. By the time he finally reached his target and eased two fingers into her, she was shaking and writhing beneath him, and that delicious stretch was all it took to push her beyond the limits of her control. 

In her deprived, overwrought state, her body took over and hurled her into an unexpected orgasm that shattered her vision and wrenched a broken scream from her throat. His thick, agile fingers dragged inside her, working to prolong her climax as he gazed up at her with an expression of utter bliss and adoration in his eyes.

He gentled his movements as she came down from her high. He kissed the soft skin of her abdomen, and she tugged ineffectually at his cuirass, trying vainly to pull him closer to her. He lifted her naked body off the chair and settled her on his lap. In his full armor, he wasn’t a particularly comfortable seat, but she snuggled her face against his neck through the soft black fabric of his undersuit as she shuddered and trembled in his embrace. 

They sprawled on the floor of the cockpit, bathed in the gentle, warm glow of the nebula. Gregor cradled her in his arms, circling his thumbs slowly across her bare skin as he rested his cheek against her head. He stroked his fingers lightly over her short, velvety hair.

“Your hair is so soft,” he whispered. “I’ve never seen it this long.”

“Didn’t exactly have a way to keep it shaved while I was rotting in the Venator brig,” she replied with a low laugh.

“I like it,” he replied, pressing his lips against her head, and then again behind her ear, and a third time, along the side of her neck.

”Yeah?”

”Mm-hmm,” he hummed, his voice vibrating gently on her sensitive skin. 

“Should I grow it back out?”

”Not unless you want to.” His warm breath sent a shiver through her as he whispered next to her ear. “You’re hot as fuck either way.”

She sighed happily and trailed her fingertips up his arm, looking for the small gaps between the plastoid where she could feel his body heat through the undersuit.

“You are wearing way too much armor,” she murmured.

He chuckled. “Have to admit the codpiece is feeling a little tight.”

She huffed quietly and unclipped his vambraces, tugging them off his forearms and setting them aside. She interlaced her fingers with his and slowly pulled off his remaining glove, allowing it to drop to the floor. Next, she fumbled with his rerebraces and grumbled under her breath.

“Why is this so karking hard to take off?” she asked as irritably as she could, considering that her brain was still flooded with a blissful post-orgasmic haze.

“Because the point is for it to stay on,” he said. 

She arched an impatient brow at him, and he shot her a smug grin.

“A little help?” she asked.

He brushed his fingers beneath her jaw and tilted her face up so he could kiss her, then leaned back and began to pull off his upper body armor, stacking it one piece at a time as he did. As he worked, Cerra began to trace her fingers across the bare skin of his neck and the base of his skull. His eyes flicked to hers, and he smirked, continuing his task. Undaunted, she leaned close and licked the shell of his ear softly. He shivered, and she heard his breath catch, but his concentration didn’t break. 

Once he was stripped down to his waist, though, he had his revenge. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over so she was lying on her back with his body between her thighs. The durasteel floor was hard and cold against her skin, and she was briefly, ridiculously relieved that she’d had the cleaning droid work over the freighter the day before she left for Daiyu. Gregor covered her body with kisses as he fumbled with his belt. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist with a soft giggle, and he nipped at her skin in retaliation, rocking his codpiece against her. Her breath caught, and she moaned at the pressure.

“Kriff, don’t make those noises,” he rasped. “I can barely fit in this codpiece as it is.”

“Bragging?” she teased.

“Stating a fact,” he replied, grazing his lips lightly over her bruised shoulder. “You taste like bacta.”

“I thought you said I tasted amazing,” she said.

“You do,” he replied. “But this part of you also tastes like bacta.”

She heard a clatter of duraplast, and Gregor grunted in relief, having successfully freed himself from the codpiece while he distracted her.

“Maybe you should kiss me somewhere else, then,” she suggested, cupping her hand under his chin to bring his face toward hers. “Hey, soldier. My lips are up here.”

He gazed at her mouth. “I don't want to hurt you again.”

Her heart lurched.

“Please,” she whispered. 

He swallowed. Raising his hand to her cheek, he caressed her with utmost tenderness, barely touching his thumb to her lower lip. He glanced uncertainly up at her eyes, and he leaned down slowly, pausing close to her face, but not quite making contact.

“Cerra…”

“I trust you,” she breathed.

The touch of his lips was so soft it was almost imperceptible. Her eyes fluttered closed as her lips parted, as though she could block out every distraction and only drift in the sensation of his kiss. She teased his lips with the tip of her tongue, encouraging him to kiss her more deeply, and he complied with incredible care, taking his cues from her, but pulling away far sooner than she would have preferred. Perhaps it was for the best; her judgment was not to be trusted when she wanted him to consume her.

He nuzzled her cheek gently. “Your lips taste like bacta, too. Worth it, though.”

She laughed quietly as he sat up. She smoothed her hands up his torso, slipping her fingertips into the magseal of his undersuit and easing it open. The suit gave way to reveal the broad expanse of his chest, and he shrugged out of the top of the suit. From her vantage point on the floor, Cerra stared up at him, admiring the way the soft golden light glazed his warm, smooth skin and reflected in his amber eyes. His chest rose and fell quickly, and she longed to touch him.

She traced her fingertips up his abdomen, then flattened her palms against him. Gods, it had been so long since she’d felt someone else’s skin against her own. She glided over his pectorals and up to his shoulders, then back down again to ease the undersuit further down his hips until his cock sprang free, fully erect. Closing her hand around him, she squeezed gently, and a glossy bead of precum appeared at the tip. She licked her lips at the sight and started to lean toward him.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, pressing her back down to the floor.

She looked up at him, startled. “You don’t like—”

“Not until you’re healed,” he said firmly.

“Not even a taste?” she asked, giving him the softest tooka eyes she could muster.

“Absolutely not,” he replied. “Those big eyes don’t fool me. I know you, Cerra. You won’t stop until you get what you want, and we are not playing that game right now.”

“You’re no fun,” she pouted.

“Oh, I can think of plenty of other ways we can have fun,” he grinned.

“Do any of them start with moving to a bunk?” she asked. “This floor is ridiculously hard.”

“It’s not the only thing,” he laughed.

He stood, then pulled her to her feet. She seized the opportunity to wrap her fingers around his cock again, dragging her hand over it slowly. She brushed her thumb over the tip, and then raised it to her mouth, flicking her tongue out to taste the clear fluid as mischief danced in her eyes.

“Fuck,” Gregor groaned. “You are testing my limits.”

“Oh, no, anything but that,” she whispered.

“I should’ve known you’d be a brat,” he giggled, scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder as she shrieked with delighted laughter. 

He carried her down the corridor to the crew quarters and selected one at random, depositing Cerra on the bed carefully. She sat up to watch him with open admiration as he removed his remaining armor and undersuit.

Holy kriff, he was built. She’d spent months trying not to look at him too closely, trying to avoid the inevitable reminders of Fives. As he stripped, though, she finally let herself take a good look. He did resemble Fives—that was inescapable—but there were differences as well. The scars were different; the tattoos were different. Gregor was older than her husband had ever had a chance to be, and she could see it in his body. Between that and the commando’s genetically enhanced muscle density, he was broader and bigger than Fives, and she was quietly relieved. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to sort through her confusion if his body had been truly identical to Fives.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased, and she raked her gaze slowly up his body until she met his eyes.

“Very much,” she said, her voice low and husky.

He crawled onto the bed, caging her between his arms and legs. She reached up to stroke the side of his neck as he kissed her, and she could feel the pulse of his racing heartbeat beneath her fingertips. He pressed her back slowly until she lay on the bed. She slid her hands up his thighs as he straddled her hips, shifting beneath him to try to press herself closer to his body, but he held himself back from her.

She made an indignant little noise of protest and tried to pull him down, but he didn’t budge. He just kept kissing her with utmost gentleness when she wanted him to ruin her. She could feel his cock brushing against her abdomen, rock-hard, hot, and already slick with need. 

She knew he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped her hands around his cock and stroked him languidly. He broke away from her mouth with a groan and rested his forehead against hers, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Fuck, I’m trying to be careful, but you’re not making it easy,” he rasped.

“I can take it, Gregor,” she whispered. “You don’t have to be careful.”

He pushed himself back, sinking down so his thighs rested on top of her hips, trapping her in place. He stared down at her, shaking his head slightly. He trailed his fingertips over her cheek.

“Kriff, you’re so beautiful,” he said. “All the times I imagined this, I never once thought it might actually happen.”

“You imagined it?” she asked.

He giggled. “All the time. That day that we went to the market, I almost came in the shower just from hearing the sounds you were making. Didn’t even have to touch myself.”

Her eyes widened. “You were so quiet! I thought you were mad at me.”

“I had the water as cold as it would go, and I was reciting all the components of a DC-17m in my head.”

She pondered for a moment. “Is that why you were so relaxed when you came out? Because you—”

“Took care of things,” he said with a shrug. “What else was I supposed to do? Walk around the garage with a raging hard on?”

She laughed and captured his wrist, pressing her lips into his palm, then kissing a trail up his forearm. “Maybe I would have gotten a clue sooner if you had.”

He smiled, but his eyes were troubled. “All the times I imagined it, I never thought it would be like this.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

He barely touched his hand to her injured shoulder, and she flinched involuntarily. 

“See?” he asked. “I can’t just… take you—as much as I want to. I’ve got to be careful with you. I’m still working out the best strategy.”

Her heart lurched. Of course. Even now, he was watching her back: protecting her, even from himself.

“It doesn’t have to be that complicated,” she whispered. “We can just… start. And if it feels good, we can keep going, and if it hurts, we can try something else.”

He moved his fingertips lower, skimming over her breasts and circling her nipples. “Is this all right? Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “So good.”

He made a pleased little hum and shifted, moving to sit behind her on the bed and drawing her back against his chest. He continued to play with her breasts as she leaned against him, feeling the rigid length of his cock press against her back. He kissed the side of her head, and then the shell of her ear, working his mouth slowly down her neck and onto her shoulder. Her eyes drifted closed, and she sighed softly. 

Encouraged by her reaction, his hand stole down her body and in between her thighs, his fingers brushing over her clit with feather-light pressure, again and again, before slipping into her. She was beyond ready, and he met no resistance as he sank into her slick warmth. She heard his breath stutter harshly.

“Holy kriff,” he groaned. “You are so wet, my gods.”

He worked her open gently, and she couldn’t hold back her tiny, breathless sounds of pleasure.

“Kark, you drive me wild when you make those noises,” he whispered, grinding his cock against her lower back. 

She squirmed against him, desperate to feel more. “Please, please—”

“What is it, love?”

“I need more,” she said. “I need you.”

He pressed his lips against her neck, just below her ear. “You can have me, then.”

He withdrew his fingers from her body and guided her around until she sat in his lap, facing him as he aligned his cock with her cunt and sank gradually into her. She tilted her hips to accommodate him, breathing hard, as he stretched her in ways she hadn’t felt in years. Lovely, strong, warm hands massaged across her back and shoulders, pulling her close to him as he gazed up into her eyes.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

She nodded, unable to speak. He kissed her again, so gently, so carefully, as he began to move. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding tightly as their bodies worked in perfect synchrony, their hips rolling together, their breath coalescing. He dropped his head to rest on her sternum, and she leaned her cheek against his hair as she slid her hands up the back of his head.

He shifted their angle slightly, his hands descending to grip her hips as he began to drive into her harder and faster, thrusting against a place deep inside her in a way that rapidly stoked the tension in her body until she felt as though every muscle and nerve had wound itself into an impossibly tight knot at the base of her spine. 

He reached between their bodies and pressed his fingers against her clit, working in tiny, frantic circles, until all her muscles seized, arching her back and clamping her legs around his waist as she shattered. She barely heard his hoarse grunt as he thrust into her one last time, burying himself as deeply as she could take him, emptying into her as she sobbed with pleasure. 

He whimpered quietly as his lips found hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth as she rode out the last few moments, drawing out the pleasure until her muscles gave out and she collapsed against him. He held her close to him and leaned them back until they were lying on the bed. Her head rested against his chest, and she listened as the pounding of his heart began to slow and the deep, gasping breaths of his lungs gradually returned to normal.

Exhaustion pulled at her. Her entire body felt boneless and relaxed—safe for the first time in weeks. Gregor toyed aimlessly with the short hair at the nape of her neck, and her eyes drifted closed as she sank into oblivion. As she crossed the threshold into unconsciousness, she wasn’t sure whether she heard or imagined his quiet whisper.

”I love you, too.”

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Hi Karrde! Happy Fandom Friday! I'm excited to share some fun links today.

First up, @pinkiemme's collection of tattooed clones. I'm losing my mind over every one of them.

Next, this Asajj Ventress art from @vimse that nearly made me spontaneously combust (CW knife).

A self-rec: I finished Stars Beyond Number. It follows Rex, Echo, Riyo, Gregor, and OC Cerra Kilian as they work to build their resistance network. Fireball and Nemec are also major characters. The romance pairings are Echo x Riyo and Gregor x Cerra. This fic does contain mature content and themes, so all chapters have individual ratings and warnings, but as with all of my fics, it's intended for adults regardless of rating. Here's the series masterlist and the soundtrack, which slaps if I do say so myself.

Finally, I'm obsessed with the art style of @ginalongillustrations. They create gorgeous stained glass-style portraits from several fandoms, and I'm obsessed with every single Star Wars piece they've shared. Top favorites: Chopper - The War Criminal Captain Rex - The Soldier Padme Amidala - The Queen

Hey hello there DJ! First off, CONGRATS ON FINISHING STARS BEYOND NUMBER!! That fic has been on my TBR forever, and I am stoked that I can just speed run it when I get around to it! As for the rest of these, ALL OF THEM ARE ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC. I will never get over Emme's work EVER, and that Ventress artwork had me grinning like a fiend. I've seen Gina's work on my dash before, and every piece is absolutely breathtaking. Thanks so much for putting this list together! HAPPY FANDOM FRIDAY INDEED!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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Bonsoir Chapter 13: To the Last Galaxy

Summary: A few unexpected surprises, some good, some not so good happen to Gregor and Cassia as they try to navigate these new changes. Pairing: Gregor x OC!Cassia Nu Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Angst, Smut, unprotected p in v between partners, oral (f receiving), Creepy Oro came back sorry. WC: 3.8k A/N: I had so many other WIPs that I needed to finish, yet this one was calling to me lol. I love these two so much they've been in my thoughts nonstop the last couple of days.

Bonsoir Masterlist │Bonsoir Playlist │TAGLIST FORM

Gregor had gone to visit with Dyer over at Mara’s apartment to do something, Cassia wasn’t sure what. She’d decided she wanted to surprise him with a pair of lingerie she’d secretly bought. It was a lovely lavender color that accented her hips nicely and dipped low in the chest with a lace along the edge. She’d seen it and immediately knew Gregor would love her in it. So she makes herself comfy in bed with her book, waiting for him. 

“Hello, beautiful-” Gregor stops dead in his tracks when he reaches the bedroom doorway.

His mouth immediately goes dry and his length twitches in his pants. Cassia is against the pillows on the bed, reading a book. That’s something she does every day, though. What’s new is the lingerie she’s lounging casually in. Lavender, low cut, and shapes her body absolutely perfectly.

“Cash, I-” He struggles for words, his mind going truly blank. 

He really wasn’t prepared for this. In fact, he’s not sure how or why he’s not on his knees right now. 

She puts her reader down and smirks at him. “I missed you all day.” 

“Kriff… I missed you too.” He practically floats to the end of the bed. 

She lets her leg fall open, revealing a small damp spot between her legs and he nearly drops to his knees. 

“What were you reading that has you so worked up?” He smirks, teasing her ankle with one hand while his other hand falls to the not so subtle bulge in his pants. 

“It wasn’t so much what I was reading, but what I was thinking about while reading.” She chuckles. “And who.”

Her eyes wander from his face to the hand starting to palm his growing length. With confidence that this man gives her, she lets her own hand fall to her clothed warmth and he watches her with a strong desire. 

“Keep going, darling.” He encourages her, releasing his own length from its confinements.

She bites her lip, gently as she moves the lingerie to the side, revealing her wet warmth that Gregor, as always, can’t wait to sink himself into. Her fingers start to gather up the wet slick, spreading it over her clit, making her gasp softly. His grip on her ankle tightens when she takes her fingers away from her pussy to bring them to her lips, taking them in her mouth. 

A low rumble emits from his throat, indicating that he wants Cassia, and she knows it as she smirks around her fingers before bringing them back down to her warmth.

“Do you want to taste me?” She asks him and his lips part as his cock twitches in his hand.

“Of course I do.” He answers, strained.

With his admission, she eases her fingers deep into herself, letting out the most beautiful moan that he’s ever heard. It’s rare that she fully takes control like this, so he can’t help but be excited to see where she’s gonna take this. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” She gasps as she thrusts her fingers into herself, clenching as she sees the absolute need in his eyes. 

I love you, she tells him in Mando’a. Dyer must’ve taught her that. Listening to his second language come from those beautiful lips is what makes him finally snap. He climbs onto the bed, settling between her legs as his tongue finds her clit with ease. 

“Oh, Maker…” She groans, her hips pushing up to Gregor’s mouth as she starts to remove her fingers from her soaked cunt.

“I don’t think so.” He chuckles, sucking her fingers into his mouth to taste her and also to get her fingers wet again before returning them to her soaked warmth. “Fuck yourself with these pretty fingers for me, cyare.” 

She lets out a needy whimper and he smirks around her clit. He can tell she’s close with the soft pants coming from her in between her moans. It’s one of his favorite things to see, watching her make herself cum. She’s so fucking perfect. 

“That’s right, darling.” His fingers tease her clit as her own fingers speed up, sending wetness onto the sheet. “Wanna watch you cum for me.”

A fucking beautiful sight.

Her thighs start to press Gregor closer to her cunt and he knows she’s so close. 

He groans, grinding his cock into the mattress for some friction. “Trap me between these thighs for better or for worse.” 

She lets out a breathy laugh before being thrown over her edge, cumming all over her own fingers and Gregor’s face. 

“Th-that’s a new one.” Cassia lets out a soft giggle, between pulling Gregor up to her, kissing him. 

He cages himself over her before she reaches down between the two of him, helping line him up with herself. 

“What is?” He smiles down at her.

“Laughing as I cum.” She grins up at him, a soft blush in her cheeks. “Never done that before.” 

“My favorite laugh.” He kisses her nose, making her scrunch it up, which only in turn puts a grin on his face.

Gregor sinks into her, both of them letting out breathy moans. He takes her fingers that were just inside of her into his mouth again and hums around her digits, loving the way she tastes. She clenches around his cock and he groans. 

“You taste and feel like the Heavens.” He whispers, closing his eyes as he buries his face in her hair. “An absolute goddess.”

Cassia’s whimpers are soft as he starts thrusting into her at a gentle pace, just wanting to savor the warmth of her around him. 

“I… I knew right away.” He babbles. “The first time we spoke… I couldn’t live without you.” 

She pulls his face to her so she can kiss him. She thinks about the night they met, often. They’ve both come such a long way. They’ve both fought tooth and nail to get where they are. And now… she knows there’s no way she can live her life without him. 

What does their future hold? Will they get married? Have children? Can clones have children?

“Darling?” Gregor’s voice brings her back to him and she blinks.

“S-sorry.” She brushes her fingers through his hair. 

“Are you alright?” He asks her, stopping his thrusting so he can look at her fully. He gently pulls out and rolls over beside her so he can pull her into his arms. “Where did you go just now?” He brushes her hair out of her face, kissing her on the head. 

“I was just thinking about our future.” She rests her head on his chest, looking up at him softly.

He chuckles, tucking himself away and sitting up, pulling her up with him. “I’ve been thinking about our future, as well.” 

“You have?” She looks at him full of love and he feels it just as he does every time she looks at him like this.

Gregor will never get tired of it. Which is how he knows now is as good a time as any to do what he’s been wanting to do.

“Wedge! Pspspsps.” Gregor calls the tooka into the bedroom. “Come here, boy!”

They hear the little pitter patter of paws and then see the sweet orange ball of fluff come running quickly, jumping up into the bed and into Cassia’s arms. She looks at Gregor with confusion. He chuckles and holds something around Wedge’s collar up slightly into her line of sight.

It’s a thin white polished band and she gasps slightly, looking up at Gregor with wide eyes. 

“What is this?” She smiles, bringing one hand to her lips. 

“Well… Cassia Aurelia Nu… You’ve given me everything. A life. A reason to wake up. A reason to fight. From the moment you waved at me in front of 79s, I was yours. I’ll only ever be yours.” He unties the plastoid ring from Wedge’s collar to hold it up to Cassia. “I love you an immeasurable amount, but if I had to put it into words, I’d say I love you to the very last unknown galaxy in the universe and back. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my days with you, giving you whatever you want, reading whatever book you want me to read, and taking care of this furry prince. If you’ll have me, I’d love nothing more than to be your husband.” 

Cassia doesn’t realize she has tears in her eyes until they’re already falling down her face and down her arm and chest.

“You want me to be your wife?” She smiles, sniffling. 

He lets out a nervous laugh. “Of course I do.” 

“Really?” She wipes her nose with her bare arm and then realizes she doesn’t have a sleeve, but neither her nor Gregor care. 

“Really.” He nods, taking her hand and waiting for her answer. “Will you be my wife?” 

“Yes!” She cries, bursting into tears as she kisses him. “Yes, my answer is yes!” 

He starts to cry his own tears while kissing her. When they pull away, they’re both a teary mess but neither of them can bring themselves to care. Gregor slides the ring onto Cassia’s ring finger and she can’t take her eyes off of it. 

“It’s plastoid. Made from my own armor, so you’ll always have a piece of me to protect you no matter what.” He kisses her again. 

It’s the most romantic thing that she’s ever heard and somehow, it makes her fall even more in love with him, which she didn’t know was possible.

“Um…” She glances at her comm device on her bedside table.

“Go. Call Mara.” Gregor laughs, kissing her on the head. 

“Thank you!” She kisses him fully, one last time before picking her comm off the table and grabbing her robe, tying it around herself as she goes into the living room to call Mara.

Gregor lays back with his hands behind his head, smiling to himself, even more content than he’d been. Nothing could ruin this night for them. 

“And I said yes!” She grins at Mara’s holoform. 

Mara squeals with Cassia, unable to contain the excitement for her best friend, her partner, her soul sister. 

“I’m beyond happy for you, Cash!” Mara has tears in her own eyes, wiping the stray tears that escape. “You deserve to be happy!”

“Thank you.” Cassia wipes her tears again, with a soft laugh. 

A buzz at the door, indicating someone’s here, breaks her attention from Mara. Gregor comes out, looking at Cassia.

“Were you expecting-” Cassia and Gregor both ask each other, but shake their heads. “No.”

Gregor lifts the box on top of the bookshelf, getting his blaster, keeping it behind his back as he starts to go to the door.

“Mara, I’ll call you back.” Cassia tells Mara. 

“Okay. Call me right back so I know you’re both safe.” Mara tells her.

Cassia nods and hangs up, following Gregor to the door. 

“Who is it?” Cassia murmurs into the speaker. 

“Rex. I’m a friend of Gregor’s.” The voice replies.

Cassia looks at Gregor and he nods, tucking the blaster in the back of his pants. Cassia buzzes Rex up and leans against the kitchen island, glancing at Gregor nervously. Should she give them privacy? What could Rex be here about? She assumes it’s probably not a social call.

Gregor opens the door and lets Rex into the apartment. Rex looks so much like Gregor but with short blond hair. She can’t help but wonder if it’s natural or dyed. He smiles politely at Cassia, who smiles back, but nervously tucks herself into Gregor’s side. 

“Rex, this is my riduur, Cassia. Cassia, this is Rex. He was also a captain.” Gregor introduces the two.

“Ma’am.” Rex nods, reaching his hand out to her. 

She shakes it. “What can we do for you, captain?” 

Gregor can’t help but smile down at her before looking back up at the blond captain. 

“I wish I was here under better circumstances.” Rex sighs, apologetically.

“What is it?” Gregor asks.

“I’m trying to build up a network of trustworthy clones to help me find other clones who want to separate from the Empire. There aren’t many right now, but I need all the help I can get. Plus, I’d like to help them get their inhibitor chips out…” 

Gregor nods, understanding, thinking back to helping Dyer and Stone. 

“There are clones like us that still want to fight for what’s right. I just need help finding them. Or if they’d rather find a quiet life away from all of this,” He gestures toward the cityscape outside the window. “Then we can help them do that too.” 

Gregor looks down at Cassia. “I’m sorry, cyare. Can you give us a moment?” 

“Of course.” She nods and he kisses her on the head before she takes her comm device to the bedroom to let Mara know everything is alright. 

She tries to give them privacy but she can’t help but listen a little bit, a little afraid of what this visit from Rex means. She just got him back… and now she could lose him again? 

“I just proposed to her a few moments ago…” Gregor tells Rex in the kitchen in a hushed whisper. 

“That’s great, Gregor. Congratulations, Vod.” Rex pats him on the shoulder, genuinely happy for him.

“I want to start a life with her here. I want to have ade with her.” Gregor runs a hand down his face, torn. “And I want to help you as well… How can I do both?”

“I think if anyone could figure out how to do both, you could, Gregor. But… I don’t want you to feel pressured to do this. I’m just going around recruiting right now.” Rex assures him. “Take a few days, think about it. Talk it over with Cassia.”

Gregor nods. “Alright.” 

When Rex leaves, Gregor goes back to the bedroom, finding Cassia sitting in bed, reading again. She’d sent Mara a message to let her know what was going on. Mara sent back a strongly worded message about how Gregor better not leave again.

He quietly climbs back into bed and she puts her reader down on the bedside table, looking at him. 

“Are you going to go?” She asks softly, no anger in her face. 

He shrugs. “I… I don’t know yet.” 

“You want to.”

“I want to help…”

“I know you do.”

“There are clones out there… clones like my Foxtrot brothers who need help… I couldn’t help them… but now…” He’s struggling for words, feeling that irritatingly inconvenient lump that haunts him every single day. 

He thinks to himself how he can’t have any sort of regular feelings now without it being a constant reminder he isn’t who he once was. All of a sudden, Gregor gets up out of bed, storming out of the room, not wanting Cassia to see him like this.

When he reaches the shop, the tears start flowing and they don’t stop. He wonders how can his body just betray him like this. He sits on the steps, planting his face in his hand as sobs wrack his body for a few moments before he finally feels a soft pair of hands on his back and his elbow. 

Gregor starts to tell Cassia to go back to bed but she just wraps her arms around him instead. 

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” She murmurs. “Can you listen while I talk?”

He sniffles, nodding and she smiles, placing a kiss to his shoulder.

“You’ve fought so hard to get where you are, my love. Every day that you were gone was absolute hell. But, it’s only because I didn’t know you were alive. If you do go with Rex, I expect messages or calls or something to let me know you’re okay. I will support you no matter what you do.” She whispers, rubbing his back soothingly. “If this is something you need to do, I understand.”

“Y-you do?” He looks up at her and her heart breaks at the tears falling from the beautiful brown eyes.

She nods, handing him a tissue. “I do. But… once this is all over… we’re getting married, right?”

He laughs. “Absolutely.” 

And then he kisses her because what else is there to do when the love of your life is the most understanding and thoughtful person in the entire galaxy? He kisses her until the breath feels like it’s left his lungs completely and they’re gasping for air. 

A few days later, Gregor gives Rex his answer and Rex lets him know that he’ll be at a certain landing platform in the lower levels of Coruscant in a few days. Gregor and Cassia decide to spend every moment they can together so he sits with her while she works in the shop. 

Since today is Mara’s day off, Gregor and Cassia spend the morning in the shop, talking about what their dream wedding looks like. It feels normal and nice and Cassia tries to keep thoughts of him leaving pushed way down until she absolutely has to think about it.

“I’ll be right back. Gonna run to the fresher upstairs.” Gregor tells Cassia, kissing her on the head. 

“Alright. No rush.” She smiles up at him.

When Gregor walks up the stairs, Cassia makes herself busy by straightening up the front shelf, bending down to reach the bottom row of books, smiling to herself. She still can’t believe she’s engaged. Before Gregor, she’d never thought herself to be someone who was into the idea of marriage. Gregor has changed her life completely and she can’t find it in herself to complain one bit. 

When the door bells jingle indicating a customer coming in, she starts to stand. 

“Hello, Cassia.” Cassia looks up and her stomach drops immediately. 

Oro. Oh great… 

“I just wanted to come by and tell you I saw your wife the other day.” He looks at the display stand with a few books by an author.

Wife? What… OH. Right… 

“Did you?” Cassia nervously starts to walk to the front counter but he follows her.

She remembers how he had asked her out and then got rude, so Mara intervened and said they were married. She’d almost completely forgotten about that. It seems like a lifetime ago. 

“Yeah, and I saw her cozying up to her clone boyfriend.” 

Cassia really doesn’t like the inflection he put on the word ‘clone’… But her stomach drops even further.

“I-” She struggles to come up with an excuse as she grabs a stack of books off the counter to shelf. 

Where is Gregor?

“You know, I’m a really nice guy, Cassia. There was no reason to lie like that…” He smirks as he steps closer, leaning on the shelf, his arm caging her in. He leans in toward her, but she tries to step away. “But… I can’t believe anyone would stoop so low to be with a clone.” 

All of a sudden, her unease is replaced with anger. Who the hell does he think he is? 

“Clones are twice the men you are.” She glares. “You need to leave now.” 

With anger coursing through her veins, she does her best to keep her cool.

“And if I don’t want to?” He steps closer again.

“Then, you deal with me.” Gregor’s soothing voice is behind her.

Cassia turns, giving him a relieved look, but stands her ground.

“Oh… I see what’s going on here.” Oro laughs, humorlessly. “You’re both a couple of whores for clones-”

But he barely gets the last word out before Gregor grabs him by the shirt, gripping tightly as he pushes Oro against the wall, anger clear on his face. 

“Apologize to the lady.” Gregor grits between bared teeth, a fiery look blazing his brown eyes. 

“Or what?” Oro rolls his eyes, testing Gregor. 

Gregor pulls Oro away slightly just to shove him roughly back against the wall, knocking the air out of him. 

“Or I’ll rip your teeth out.” Gregor spits, then leans in closer to Oro’s ear. “I’ve done way worse for way less.” 

Cassia stands there, nervously. She’s never seen Gregor like this before. So fiercely protective. She now fully believes him that he really would do anything for her.

Oro glances at Cassia. “Sorry.”

“Like you mean it.” Gregor lets go of Oro’s shirt to grab him by the neck to make him face Cassia. 

“I’m… sorry for calling you and your ‘wife’ whores.” Oro tells Cassia, nervously glancing at Gregor. 

Gregor realizes Oro’s talking about Mara. He’ll have to ask Cassia about the wife thing later. He nods and starts leading Oro toward the door, pushing it open. “If I ever see your face again, I’ll ruin your day, got it?” 

Oro nods and quickly walks away. The moment the door shuts, Gregor locks the door and walks back toward Cassia, who rushes into his arms, burying her face in his chest. He kisses her on the head, guiding her to the office and closing the door. 

“Are you alright?” He asks her.

She nods, tightening her arms around his waist. He walks her to the chair and sits her down, keeping his hands on her face, making her look at him.

“He didn’t hurt you, right?” Gregor checks. 

She shakes her head. “No. I’m alright. He didn’t touch me.” 

Gregor lets out a sigh of relief. He’s fully ready to call Dyer and go after the guy to take care of him anyway, but if Cassia says she’s alright then there’s no reason to risk blowing his cover. Especially over bantha shit like that guy, right? 

“I’m… so sorry you had to see me like that.” He murmurs.

She shakes her head. “Nothing to apologize for.”

“I’m getting you some form of protection. In case he comes back.” Gregor sighs, rubbing her thighs in a soothing motion. 

She lets out a soft chuckle. “I hardly think that’s necessary.” 

“What if he’d tried to-” “He didn’t.”

“But what if he had, Cash?”

“I had you here to protect me.” She looks up into his eyes finally, cupping his face. 

“But I won’t always be here now…” He whispers, trying to keep the lump in his throat down. 

Cassia sees the concern in those soft eyes that she loves so much and relents. “Alright.”

He rests his head in her lap and her fingers fall to his hair. “Thank you.” 

She can see the internal struggle in his mind and heart about going with Rex. A part of her is a little upset with him for leaving again. But the other part, the bigger part, knows that he needs to do this… That he needs to help his brothers… So if it means getting some form of protection to bring him peace, she’ll do it. 

All she can do now is hope that it doesn’t take too long for him to come back to her this time.

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Simulation (Gregor X OC) one shot

Gregor X OC One shot

Warnings: Some cussing

Summery: Zi (or Zaria) finally passed her trials and basic training with the rest of the clone commandos. But the higher ups want to see her skills in action, to see if she can handle the pressure like the rest of her comrades. She was created for one thing yet put to use and trained for another, surely that would mean a bad fall out, right?

Note: I know, my Mando'a suuuucks 😭 I'm still learning it for my writing's sake. But one tiny detail, I based my character's use of language on the fact that I speak Spanglish in my home. So if some words in Mando'a are mashed up with basic or she switches from either language mid sentence, that's intentional. 😅 (I'll bolden the Mando'a)

"Son of a mud scuffer!!" I cursed as I tried to fix the scope on my rifle. The whole morning things had been going wrong. First off, the caf in the mess hall was absolute garbage at breakfast. If that didn't put me in a foul mood, the sleepless night contributed greatly to it. Aran Ta, the Kaminoan genetic specialist who had a key part in my creation, had come to the barracks that evening to tell me about the training simulation I was to attend. If I was completely honest, I only thought I was being trained just as an experiment to see I'm good enough to be a soldier, or at the very least, keep me busy. But as it turns out, the Mandalorians who were training us had noticed my progress. They call it progress, I called it "learning to not get my shebs whooped by everyone else".

But according to Aran Ta, I was to participate in the simulation test the following morning. The news hit me like a tidal wave filled with anxiety and panic. An osik ton of panic. "You have nothing to worry about, I'm sure you'll perform well." the Kaminoan had said as he placed his cold hand on my shoulder. I just nodded, trying my damnedest to keep my emotions in check.

The morning finally arrived and I awoke to heavy rain pelting the window on the east side of the barracks. Thunder, lighting, large waves, a perfect, physical manifestation of my inner turmoil. As I sat on my bunk, messing with my scope, Gregor walked in, holding his helmet, a smile on his face. I swore to the stars, nothing can dampen this guy's spirit. He saw and made his way over to where I was. "Ey! What'cha got there, Zi?" he said as he sat himself next to me, our armor clanking together as he scooched me over so he could sit down. I held up the scope in my fist and shook it in frustration. "The damn thing won't stay on! I keep attaching it and it keeps. Falling. OFF!!" I was about to chuck the damn scope at the blindingly white wall in front of me when Gregor caught my wrist, his reflexes somehow faster than my impulses. "Hey, hey, hey, whoa. Udessi, Zaria." He carefully took the scope from my hand, or rather, pried it out. When he did, he immediately noticed my shaking hands. "Well that's not caffeine induced, is it?" He took my hand in his, holding it firmly. "You're nervous about the simulation, aren't you."

I blinked, surprised he knew. "How-"

"I'm the captain! Of course I know these things!" he laughed. "I sort of have to so I know who I'm looking out for." he said as he ruffled my short black hair. For the first time that morning, I chuckled. "Okay," he took my rifle and placed it on his lap as he held the scope. "I see what the issue is." I watched as he expertly fixed something on the attachment and just like that, he put the scope back on without issue. And it stayed put! Gregor handed me my rifle as the intercom in the barracks crackled to life and Gregor's squad and I were called to the training arena. We exchanged looks and I guess my face gave away my gut wrenching anxiety, because he cupped my face in his hands. "You'll be fine. Just follow my orders like you do in all the other drills, and you'll surprise everyone. We both know what you're capable of." I nodded, feeling my heart rate calm down. "Vor'e, Alor'ad."

Gregor smiled and patted my shoulder. "Ready to go show em how bad ass you are?" he said as he put on his helmet. I slipped mine on and nodded. "More than ready!"

"Oh...Kriff...." I groaned, starting to feel overwhelmed. Standing with the squad, my small stature was painfully apparent, my black armor standing out against their white and yellow armor. A hiccup escaped me as I looked at the course we had to run. One of my comrades gave me a little nudge. "You good, short stuff? You look like you've seen a ghost." he remarked, his voice teasing. I gulped. "I did. I saw mine leave my body 3 seconds ago." A few of the others chuckled at my comment. Suddenly, the arena lights dimmed and simulation started. "Dank Fari-"

I ducked as blaster fire whizzed over my head. "Fuck!!" I cursed as I dove for cover behind one of the barriers, landing beside Darek, who was firing at the battle droid heading our way. "Glad to see you made it, butterfly!!" he shouted over the commotion as I got into position and aimed my rifle at the second droid that was closing in on our left. I peered through the scope Gregor had been gracious enough to fix, keeping the crosshair steadily aimed at my target. 'Patience......patiiiiiiience...' I reminded myself as I aimed before pulling the trigger. When I did, my shot took out two targets and I punched the air in triumph. "Let's fucking go!!!!!" I laughed in victory before hearing Gregor on my comm give me another position to fire from. I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and ran for the position, dodging blaster fire and hopping over obstacles, and firing back when I had to. I could hear the squad cheering for me as I made it to the position and started taking out more droids. If it's one thing I did have, it was speed and accuracy (at least that's what Gregor told me).

As the trial went on, I began to feel more at ease in the chaos, somehow feeling a bit at home among the din of blaster fire. Sort of. After a while, the blaster fire and commands morphed into a painful ringing in my ears and I fell to my knees. I threw off my helmet and clutched my ears, gritting my teeth as the ringing intensified. But my reaction went unnoticed as the simulation drew to a close as Feral took the main target successfully, earning triumphant cheers and whoops from the squad. I was startled out of my state of discomfort when a hand clapped me on the shoulder. I jumped to my feet, in turn startling the person who was trying to get my attention. Gadget stepped back with a chuckle. "Easy there, spitfire. I was just coming over to let you know that you've been called over. You weren't responding to your comm, so I came over." he looked down at my helmet, crouched down and picked it up for me. "Got your helmet knocked off, ey?" he brushed it off and handed it to me. "There ya go."

"Thanks," I said as the ringing in my ears finally quieted. 'That better not be a constant issue.' I prayed.

As I rejoined the others, our drill Sargent was giving the squad a speech, which I caught the last bit of.

"...and you, men, are to be sent on your first mission to fight for the Republic. Show the enemy that you are a force to be reckoned with!"

When I walked over, the Mandalorian man turned to me and snapped his fingers and beckoned to me. "You, small one, come over here for a minute."

I slipped off my helmet and tucked it under my arm, my grip on my rifle tightening with nerves. When I was close enough, I stoop at attention, puffing out my chest a little. But he waved his hand. "At ease, soldier." There was a pause as he leaned against the dark gray arena wall, his dark, scuffed maroon armor standing out against the dark behind him. He crossed his arms across his chest, eyeing me from behind his helmet. "So you're the one the Kaminoans speak highly of."

I didn't respond, remaining quiet. He noticed and I heard him snort. "Are you mute, girl? You may speak freely."

"Thank you, sir." I managed to reply even though I felt my throat tighten. With that, he continued to speak. "I know Aran Ta told me about you, how you were created to see if sterilization was a possible solution for cloning soldiers. I also know that the experimentation on that matter came to an abrupt close after you were created, since that concept had some unsavory fall out."

"Your point, sir?" I asked, trying to bite my tongue as I prayed this wasn't going where I thought it was going. The man snorted. "Patience is not in your nature, is it?" "Perhaps not, sir."

There was a pause as he stood up, clasping his hands behind his back, and started to walk around me. "Being a commando was not your design, nor is it built into your existence at this point." he stopped right in front of me, leaning down a little to look me in the eyes. "And you don't share the same DNA as these troopers, so everything about you is a mystery and could very well be a liability. That and you're a female, something these lads may find a distraction." My jaw tightened so hard I thought I'd chip a few teeth. "Sir, what are you getting at, if I may be so bold as to ask?"

He straightened up. "You will not be part of Captain Gregor's squad."

My heart dropped to the steel floor. I had trained with them my whole life. I should have seen such a decision coming a good mile away, but having it finally decided and hearing it made it feel so much worse.

"However," he continued. "You have shown immense skill and your training has indeed paid off. You passed your tests and training with little to no mess ups. Your skills are unique as is your way of improvising successfully. Because no one will assume you to be one of us, you have been assigned as an undercover operative as well as a specialist of sorts. You will be sent to meet up with the 501st legion. I believe Captain Rex has need of someone with your skill and know-how."

"Will that be all, sir?"

He nodded. "You will depart for Coruscant in the morning. I suggest you pack your things."

When I returned to the barracks, I heard the squad celebrating, excited to finally be out there on the field. When I walked in, Gregor saw me and ran to me, picking me up and spinning me around. "You did it, tar'ika!! Thanks to you, we finally get to-" he stopped when he saw that I wasn't celebrating, but rather, trying to hide the tears trailing down my cheeks. He put me down and excused himself from the group, ushering me into the refresher to talk. The door closed behind us. His deep brown eyes were filled with concern and his usual smile was not present. "Zi? What's wrong? I don't think I've ever seen you...cry before. What happened?" I wiped the tears furiously away, feeling ashamed that I was actually crying for the first time in, well, ever. "I...I'm not going to be a part of the squad."

Gregor blinked, shocked. "What?! But you trained all those years with us! You're practically one of us!!" "That's just it, I'm not. You lot were created to be commandos, perfected genetically and designed for your purpose! I was...I am...an experiment that somehow wound up here. My sole purpose was to be a test, not a soldier." More tears escaped me against my will. "I was trained because Aran Ta didn't have the time to look after me when I was younger. He thought by placing me with you guys I'd probably be..."

Gregor knelt in front of me, taking my hands in his. "Zaria...what happened." I took a deep breath. "I've been assigned as an intelligence operative for the 501st, serving under Captain Rex. I..."

Gregor took a minute. "Well, it's not all bad then. You get to serve as you were trained, so it's not a total loss." As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized his mistake. "Kriff, ey, I didn't mean for that to come out like that." He continued to hold my hands. "That's not the issue, is it?"

I shook my head. "I may be foolish for saying this....but...."

"Yes?"

"What if I never see you again? I don't...I don't know if I..."

Gregor chuckled softly and ruffled my hair, making my black locks stand on end. "You'll definitely be seeing me, don't worry. And I'll make sure you hear from me too, if I can help it. Alright?"

I nodded and, to my surprise, he stood up and hugged me. Just held me. "You have a big heart. I pray that this war doesn't change that too harshly."

I was about to reply when there was a crash from the other side of the door followed by a "Goddamn it, Gadget!!" from Feral.

Gregor rolled his eyes. "Never a private moment with this lot." I snorted.

After another moment, I hugged Gregor again. "You keep them safe, Captain. They're the only family I got, besides you."

Gregor patted my back. "Don't worry, Zi. I'll make sure you see them again too."

-End-

Mando'a Translations (to the best of my knowledge. Feel free to correct me 😅)

.Shebs: Ass/Rear

.Osik: Crap

.Udesii: Calm down

. Vor'e, Alor'ad: Thanks, Captain.

.Tar'ika: Little Star

(I have no idea if I used this correctly. I just noticed "Star" was Tar in Mandoa and 'ika seemed to be used at the end of something to be turned into something affectionate. This could be crafted wrong so let me know if it is.)

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For Fandom Friday @idlenesses made some gorgeous fan art inspired by @kaminocasey fabulous fic Bonsoir! The art is of Captain Gregor and Casey’s OC Cassia and I cannot believe it’s Mel’s first time creating fan art! It’s just soooo good! 💗💗

HOLY HECK I DIDN'T NOTICE THAT IN THE CAPTION!! MEL, THIS IS INCREDIBLE FOR YOUR FIRST PIECE OF ART. PLS CONTINUE TO DABBLE AND BLESS US (if that interests you, absolutely no pressure at all). But this is SO WONDERFUL AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Thanks for the rec Leyla!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

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Cheek kisses ,cheek kisses.

Aerin Fyorninn and Ser Gregor in armory about to have spicy session. They meet up for quickies often if separate for longer than day.

Also Sandor x Thruddinn meme one for THAT Anon who hate asked. My OCs n I won't go anywhere, fandom is for all.

Here's that OC Anon made funny attempt hate ask about. She's pretty, deal with it.

That's the affectionate ways Sandor and Thruddinn Fyorninn has. She is sister of Aerin Fyorninn (above)

Also here are both badass lassies. Thruddinn and Aerin are from triplet set with Thruddinn being the oldest. Yet she is shorter than her sisters. Also she prefers simpler armour over clad full plate gear.

Both basically are ladies of Clegane brothers. In my fanfic also explained why Gregor hasn't harmed Aerin, and just like Sandor with Thruddinn, clung to her. Big boys being babies.

3rd sister is Eerika, youngest yet tallest with full red hair and red eyes. Still no idea who to ship her with, as she's fruity af. Need find her canon gf.

I suck at drawing women , so I need to draw solo Fyorninn sisters or draw whole family to explain why hair and eye colour is so weird.

Aerin is good at medicines (reason behind taming Gregor by replacing his Milk of Poppy with medicine that ended his headaches and helped him to feel happy) , jousting, weaponry and hand to hand combat and is very goofy. Not in my fic yet, but also warging ability. She has 3 horses and ferret she takes for hunts. She's avid hunter and all over place. She's good wall and tree climber, and received jokes from Gregor's men about her climbing skills being so good because "She climbs The Mountain everyday ." 👀😏

Thruddinn is quieter one, actually most of time cranky. Aerin gets under her skin with annoying her because why not. We need that sibling relationship where other once constantly trolling. Thruddinn is excellent fighter and Hunter like her sister Aerin. She is more into arts and loves roses. She has love for drinking and camping, as well travelling.

Aerin calls Thruddinn "Thrudds" while Thruddinn calls Aerin "Pain in backside" or just "Aeris".

Aerin keeps making funny remarks of Thruddinn being shorter, but both have best bond.

Eerika is most distant and replaced Ser Gregor as Lannister Bannerwoman, becoming Red Lion of Lannisters due her mane like red hair, height and strength. She is 6"6 tall, where her sisters Aerin - 5"10 and Thruddinn- 5"8 . Eerika is attracted to women only and she always made weird faces when Aerin was being sweet on Gregor. Same reaction was regarding to sweetness between Sandor and Thruddinn.

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When a date goes wrong...

He's actually smoking....

Makaila and AU belongs to @blueberryflower23

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 23

Eyes I Dare Not Meet

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings and tags: SMUT; unprotected PIV; a character is consensually pinned down during sex; discussion of blood, injury, violence, and character death; mentions of Plan 99; brief angst; fluff.

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Summary: Cerra and Gregor return to Coruscant.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" (part 2 here) and "Do It Again," but all the fics can be read as stand-alones.

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Eyes I dare not meet in dreams

In death’s dream kingdom

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

Cerra woke gradually, surrounded by Gregor’s familiar warmth and scent. For once, no layers of blankets and clothing separated their bodies. He curled around her, his warm skin pressed against hers, his front against her back, his legs tucked behind her thighs, his arm wrapped around her waist, his breath soft against her neck. 

She stretched luxuriously and arched her back, very intentionally rolling her ass against his hips. As she ground against him in leisurely, deliberate motions, she felt his cock harden rapidly. 

“Good morning,” she whispered. “Are we in hyperspace?”

“Mm-hmm,” he murmured, stroking his hand lower down her belly. “How’s your shoulder?”

She rolled it experimentally, then glanced down to see that the bruise had already faded significantly thanks to the bacta. “Better. How’s my face?”

”Beautiful,” he replied.

She laughed. “I meant is the bruising better?”

He traced his fingers along her jaw and tilted her head so he could see her face. His thumb brushed over her lips. “The swelling is gone. Bruises are a little lighter.” He kissed her softly. “Did that hurt?”

”Not even a little bit,” she said. “But you should probably try again, just to be sure.”

He smiled and leaned in again, and her breath caught as she gazed into his eyes. Gods, he was so gorgeous. He hesitated before he kissed her, observing her closely.

”What’s on your mind?” he asked. “I recognize that expression.”

”I was just wishing I hadn’t wasted so much time when I could have spent it with you,” she replied.

”You did spend it with me,” he said, gliding his fingertips across her shoulder and down her arm.

”You know what I mean,” she said.

”Mm-hmm,” he said, kissing her cheek. “I just don’t think it was wasted time.”

”Still,” she said, “it feels like we have a lot of catching up to do.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled subtly as he smiled. “Well, it’s a hundred and six parsecs to Coruscant. Let’s make the most of it.”

He slipped his hand between her thighs and slowly dragged his fingers in circles around her clit. She breathed out a soft, contented sigh, tilting her head as his lips began to kiss a meandering path down her neck and shoulder. He shifted, and she felt the head of his cock drag along her ass and press between her thighs until it nudged against her cunt. She pushed back against him, and he slid into her languorously, moving with unhurried thrusts until he was seated fully inside her.

She was still sore from the previous night, and her body felt wonderfully drowsy and relaxed. Gregor’s stamina was mind-blowing. He’d fucked her for hours before they finally fell asleep, and even now she was too exhausted to move, but he touched her with gentle deftness as he rocked into her. Her pleasure gradually built with each slow, blissful drag of his cock, drawing hushed moans and sighs from her.

“I love the way you feel,” he whispered, his warm breath against her ear sending tingles racing down her neck. “So soft, so pretty. Do you like this?”

“Mmm,” she nodded. “Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he chuckled.

He flattened his palm against her lower abdomen, pressing firmly to increase the stimulation of his cock, and she felt her orgasm building rapidly, her body tensing around him.

“Are you going to come for me, love? Will you give me one more?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, fuck yes, oh gods, please—”

“Come on, then,” he coaxed. “Let me feel you.”

She yelped as her climax crashed into her, her muscles spasming uncontrollably, but Gregor didn’t slow his movements. His arms tightened around her, and he continued to thrust into her in a lazy, sensuous rhythm. He nuzzled his face against her short, velvety hair and kissed the soft skin just behind her ear. 

“Can I have another?” he whispered.

She shook her head a little frantically. “I can’t.”

“I think you can,” he murmured. “One more, beautiful girl, and then you can have my cum.”

She shuddered.

“Mmm, did you like that?” he asked. “Do you like thinking about me filling this perfect little cunt until it drips out of you?”

She whimpered, her brain refusing to form words.

”I think you did. I could feel you tighten around me when I said it.”

”God,” she gasped.

“I’ll give you everything I have, sweetheart. All you have to do is come for me one more time. Will you do that for me?”

“I’ll try,” she panted.

“What do you need?” he asked. “Use your words, angel, tell me how you want me.”

“Harder,” she said raggedly.

“You want it harder?” he asked, thrusting deeply into her. “You want to feel what what I can do?”

“Yes, fuck yes!”

”You want me to fuck you like I wouldn’t do last night?”

”Please, gods,” she begged.

Still buried deep inside her, he gripped her hips and rolled her onto her stomach, straddling her thighs. He thrust hard and rough, and the additional pressure of her legs as he held them together made his cock feel impossibly thick. He took her hand in his, interlacing his fingers with hers as he pressed her into the mattress. The weight of his body on top of her, caging her in his arms and legs, made her feel utterly safe and protected, even as he forced the breath from her lungs with every punishing thrust.

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasped.

“Ye—yes,” she groaned. “Harder!”

He laughed quietly. “You asked for it.”

He increased his speed, setting a brutal pace that had her wailing and sobbing into the sheets, her words garbling into an endless stream of curses and pleading, until there were no words at all, only primal, unrestrained cries as she shattered into blinding ecstasy. Gregor followed her with a hoarse grunt, driving himself deep inside her as he flooded her with a rush of liquid heat.

He collapsed onto her, his breath coming in gusts. She reveled in the weight of him, the feel of his cock still lodged in her cunt as it slowly softened. When at last he raised himself from her body, she nearly begged him not to go, but he quickly pulled her into his arms as he pressed his lips to her forehead. Wrapped securely in his strong arms, she slept once again.

Cerra didn’t stir until Gregor cautiously began to extricate himself from the bed. She grumbled and latched onto him, prompting him to laugh quietly.

“I’m coming back,” he said. “I just need to check on navigation.”

“I’ll come with you,” she said.

He brushed his fingers across her cheek. “You need to sleep, love. I’ll be back soon.”

She wanted to protest, but he was already gone. She must have dozed off immediately, because she felt like she had only blinked by the time he returned and crawled back beneath the blankets to hold her.

“Two more hours in hyperspace,” he said as she settled her head on his shoulder. “All the time in the galaxy.”

“We could just drop into realspace now,” she mumbled as she pressed her face against him. “Stay like this forever.”

”I think someone might come looking for us,” he observed.

”We could hang up a sign that says ‘nobody home.’”

“Mmm.” He stroked his hand across her shoulders. “Might get a little hungry.”

“Stop poking holes in my plan,” she said. “Besides, I have something you could eat.”

“You’re insatiable,” he laughed.

“I have two years of celibacy to make up for,” she pointed out. “Maybe not right now, though. I don’t know if I can even walk right now.”

“That’s certainly one way to keep you in my bed,” he said.

She sighed deeply. “I suppose we have to go back to real life eventually.”

He pressed his lips to the top of her head with a quiet, contented sigh. “Not yet, though.”

They lay quietly, Gregor massaging her shoulders gently as Cerra drew tiny patterns on the bare skin of his torso with her fingertips. As tempting as it was to fake her death, kidnap Gregor, and disappear forever into Wild Space to find some lovely, remote moon where nobody would ever find them, Cerra knew that neither of them would ever seriously consider abandoning Rex and the others.

A thought occurred to her suddenly, and she felt a stab of guilt for not asking sooner. “Did anyone ever find out what happened to Nax?”

Gregor shook his head. “We looked for him, but we couldn’t find a trace. Rex put out the word to his network, but we haven’t heard anything yet. We’ll keep looking.”

“Even Echo couldn’t find anything?” she asked.

Gregor started to speak, then stopped.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Echo is gone,” he said.

Cerra’s heart lurched to a halt. Her mouth went dry, and her throat constricted suddenly.

“Wh-what?” she stammered. “How? When? Why didn’t you say something before?”

“Not like that!” he exclaimed. “He went back to the Batch. Oh, gods, Cerra, breathe!”

Relief flooded her, and she slapped his shoulder irritably. “Don’t scare me like that! I thought you meant—I thought—”

“He’s all right, Cerra,” Gregor soothed. “Big breath in.”

She inhaled obediently, held it for a few seconds, and then exhaled.

”Are you all right?” he asked.

She nodded, inhaling and exhaling at a slow, deliberate pace. “How long was I gone?”

He hesitated.

“How long?” she demanded.

“Over two weeks,” he admitted. “It took time to find you. We didn’t even know who’d taken you. By the time Rex’s contact—”

“Wolffe,” she interrupted.

“Eh?” Gregor looked startled.

“Rex’s inside man is Commander Wolffe,” she said. “I’m lucky he was able to get to me before Yularen’s pet sadist finished what he started.”

Gregor’s expression darkened. “Are you sure he’s dead?”

”Pretty kriffin’ sure,” she replied.

”Too bad. I’d have liked to tear him apart myself.”

She laughed quietly. “So bloodthirsty.”

”When the occasion calls for it.”

“You would have approved of the way I handled it, then. So much blood.” She shuddered. “Gross. I hope he didn’t give me anything nasty.”

”We’ll run a scan when we get back to the garage,” he said. “Pretty sure the senator can get us just about any meds we need.”

“Must be nice to have unlimited funds.”

Gregor hummed noncommittally, a pensive expression on his face. “There’s something I need to tell you, Cerra.”

Icy fear skittered down her spine at his somber tone. “What is it?”

“Echo might not be coming back.”

“What do you mean?” she demanded. “Why not?”

“His mission went bad. His team lost—a lot. Tech and Omega…” he trailed off.

“The kid is dead?” she asked, horrified.

“The Empire took her,” he replied.

“My gods,” she whispered.

“They’re going to get her back,” Gregor said firmly. “They’re not giving up, and neither are we.”

“Rex?” Cerra asked.

“He’s doing everything he can. For now, though, Echo is staying with the Batch. We might not see him for some time.”

“Kriff. Poor Echo,” she said. “What can we do to help?”

“I don’t know yet,” Gregor said, “but we’ll figure it out.”

“How?” she asked, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her at the magnitude of their fight.

“The same way we always do,” Gregor said. “Together.”

The hectic swirl of Coruscant’s traffic was not nearly as relaxing to watch when Cerra was stuck in it. The airspeeder headlights were blinding; the crowded lanes were barely controlled chaos. Her brain—still in a haze of sex and exhaustion and stress and adrenaline—struggled to make sense of it all, and she was glad Gregor had offered to pilot the freighter.

It seemed to take hours before they made it through the frenzied upper level congestion and descended through the underworld portal. Level 1313 had many advantages, particularly for a group that relied on secrecy, but it undeniably had disadvantages, and one of them was the long kriffing commute. 

“How am I supposed to rebel, resist, revolt under these conditions?” Cerra grumbled.

At last, the freighter docked on the landing platform, and Cerra hurried down the ramp. The garage seemed strangely full, though that might have been due to the way Fireball barrelled into her, pulling her into a crushing hug as Nemec and Rex crowded close, impatiently awaiting their turns. She buried her face against Fireball’s neck, and as she pulled away, she noticed a change.

“What’s this?” she asked, ruffling her fingers through his baby-pink hair that was noticeably longer than when she'd left.

“Nemec helped me dye it when we found out you were coming back,” Fireball grinned. “What do you think?”

“I think it suits you, just the way I said it would,” she laughed. “Pink is your color. Are you growing it out?”

He nodded. “Thought it might be a good idea to try to blend a little better.”

She laughed. “The pink will definitely help with that.”

“It’s temporary!” he exclaimed indignantly as he walked her to the bottom of the ramp, where Nemec clasped her forearm and gave her a quick hug, before she turned to Rex.

“Hey, Cap,” she said quietly.

He smiled as he pressed his forehead against hers, holding the back of her head gently. “You look like hell.”

“Should have seen her before the bacta,” Gregor said as he joined them. 

“Barely knew it was me, right, Gregor?” she asked.

He shook his head. “I’ll know you forever.”

Rex glanced at him sharply, but Gregor merely shrugged and wandered over to the kitchenette, where he started to brew a cup of caf. Rex introduced Cerra to Howzer and his men, and by the time she’d learned their names, Gregor rejoined the group, brushing his thumb lightly over Cerra’s fingers as he handed her the mug.

She took a sip and let out an audible groan of pleasure. “How do you always make the best caf?”

“Not tellin’,” he grinned.

“Suit yourself,” she said flippantly. “You’re just volunteering to be my caf dealer for the rest of my life.”

“If you insist,” he replied with a giggle.

Cerra yawned. “Gods, I can’t wait to take a shower and then sleep for about ten years.”

Gregor drew a breath to reply, but before he could speak, another voice called out from the garage entrance, “Might want to hold off on that.”

Cerra turned to see a clone strolling casually into the shop, and for a moment, she simply stared at him in confusion, until she spotted the distinctive scar on his jaw. Her blaster was in her hand and trained on the clone before she even registered the pain of hot caf as it sloshed from the mug and burned her hand. She didn’t flinch, though, and her eyes were hard and icy as she glared at him.

“What the kriff are you doing here?” she demanded.

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A/N: The Mando'a phrase meaning “I love you” is Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum: literally “I hold you in my heart forever,” usually translated as “I will know you forever.”

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Happy Fandom Friday!

I am here to recommend DJ's (@dystopicjumpsuit) Stars Beyond Number. This is set post-Order 66 and follows major TCW characters, minor TBB characters, and OCs. And all of the characterizations are so unique and amazing. The story is intense and engaging (shoutout to the cliffhangers that have made me lose my mind), the characters are flawed and realistic, and the dynamics DJ is weaving between the varying characters and the plot is phenomenal. It gets into the raw and vulnerable, and the hardships and suffering, all while maintaining a distinctive note of hope. This story has had me both giggling and mutely staring at my wall.

YESSSS this fic has been on my "to-read" list FOREVER (along with a bunch of DJ's other works), and everything I hear about it just makes me more *grabby hands* about it (I promise some day I'm gonna sit down and churn through this list I've got). And as a fan of using cliffhangers in my own stories, I FULLY SUPPORT THEIR USAGE BY OTHER AUTHORS (even if they've literally made me scream at my computer screen). I will also say that I never really thought about Echo x Riyo as a ship, but I am INTRIGUED and very much see how that could work. Your last line about giggling and then contemplating existence while staring at a wall has me sold if I'm honest. LOVE FICS THAT LEAVE YOU SPEECHLESS! Thanks so much for the rec Alli!

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CHAPTER 3 | RIVER OF GOLD | The Journey | T.L x Reader

series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 2

tw: mentions of rape and murder

~ the wedding was charming, if a little gauche ~

"My new home— it doesn't feel much of a home. It is foreign, I am foreign. I see it in the way the attendants glance at me, mayhaps my wild hair. A mythical creature trapped in a fine gown made of crimson velvet and gold. The beaches however are beautiful, sometimes I take off my boots and stand at the shore; salt water cools my feet and just for a moment. I don't miss home."

The journey had been swift, the preparations made through the evening with rows of wheelhouses and bannermen on horses, a joy parade to have Tywin lead his young wife to his ancestral seat. Ravens were sent hours before the blazing afternoon sun, to have your chambers thoroughly prepared and unpacked with your belongings. It appears Lady Genna Lannister had taken personal initiative to gather a toehold of handmaidens and a personal secretary for your coffers.

Your sisters had been tearful, puffed-mouthed poppets clinging to your skits with their dolls in hand. Nyela had fixated a minute glare upon your husband as he conversed with his brother in the Great Hall. The household staff gathered to see off their darling lady and liege lord.

"You swore you would take us with you," Ellia whimpers,  "we supposed to visit Uncle Doran."

"We were supposed to," you correct, taking a piece of her loose behind her ear "I'm sorry darling." You engulfed her, the scent of lily soap so strong, it felt like engulfing your mother.

Nyela still clung to your back, small eyes—hooded and glaring at Tywin. When he turned to look at you, an amused frown settled upon his forehead as he looked to your hip.

"You're our sister, you stay with us." She grumbles, if her tiny ineffective fists could do anything, she wished she could drag you to your chambers and lock you in.

"I will write to Doran and Oberyn, they will come get you. Alright?" You crouched to meet their eyes, holding on one shoulder each.

Ellia, still pouting, buried her head in your shoulder, nuzzling the motherly warmth she often tried to find in your arms. Your brother walked over, having taken your brother from his nursemaid's arms and walked over to you. The boy, barely over two summers, had not a clue of why his siblings lamented for you. A stranger yesterday and now a stranger today, you held his little fist. Tracing over his face, the feathery touch of your fingers tickling at his skin making him giggle.

"I'd be a stranger to you the next we meet," you cooed as his tiny fist curled around your finger, babbling away at your hair sat by your chest. "You be good."

Your brother Olvyar turned to you next, a brotherly smile curling in his lips and eyes covered in guilt. You knew he felt terrible for stopping you from running, but in truth he was saving you from the cruel wrath of your father's pride—you were not his pride, even with his flesh and blood, you never would be. The one hard bone your father swallowed, even though Olvyar was his brother's seed sired by your mother. He was a son, a young man knighted and proud.

Olvyar for the longest time wanted nothing to do with your father's estate nor Westerlands politics, if he could. He too would have abandoned your father for adventure at sea with Oberyn, however seeing as though the only mere morsel of affection within Loren Maerilys was for him, you'd told him. Standing on your toes and pinching your older brother's teen puffy cheeks.

"You take care of us, you would be the lord of Deep Den." You hissed at him, hoping your brother would see reason beyond his boyish dreams

When you looked into his eyes, your own was looking back at you, just far more grief-stricken as yours were glossy. You opened your mouth, your form of a farewell was to be another lecture to your elder brother. He however chased your word back into your mouth as he opened his.

"I will look after them, and write to you at every turn of the moon." He reiterates, tilting his head just so as he looks down at you. "I will take care of them, I will be the Lord of Deep Den."

You held his arm, sternly nodding at him before pulling him to a half embrace. Squeezing his larger body so tight he had to set little Loren down to reciprocate.

"Don't let them be afraid, Olvyar. Don't let them be alone." You whispered, closing your eyes tight to fight away the tears threatening to fall.

"Never."

"My lady... it is time," Tywin called, standing with his hands clasped in front of him with a coaxing quirk to his brow and a forever stern disposition.

You bowed your head, to use your brother's chest as a shield as you wiped the salted drops away from your lash line before straightening yourself.

Dressed in a comfortable gown, devoid of fastened corsets or itchy gold hems to travel with ease through the eight hours of journey to Clegane Keep and then after a respite another four hours to Casterly Rock—your new home.

You offered not one look to your father as you walked out of the Great Hall holding onto both your sister's hands on either end. Your brother following behind as you were ushered to your carriage, you gave Deep Den one more glance; a superstitious tendency as you called to Mother Rhoyne for protection before taking the footmen's hand as he helped you into the sizable carriage. Reined in by eight horses, the wheelhouse was rather extravagant for such a short journey.

You settled in for a moment, sighing and resting your head against the plush velvet padded walls inside the carriage, your new home— you were married.

Perhaps even your bedding had made it so anxiously apparent on your skin that you no longer belonged to yourself, but to the crimsons and golds of house Lannister, to Tywin—

He had been rather aloof to your presence since the bedding last night, having made you feel so warm, an exasperating pinnacle and making you squeak at the strum of his fingers. Your cheeks burned hot even as you felt the gentle cramp within your claimed environs.  Then this— your handmaiden Odiele found an odd form of compliment when Tywin's cupbearer had approached your lady's maids to inquire of your health.

You took that wholeheartedly as you had prepared yourself to break your fast, and then the waft of cold hit you. Not a word, not a word to you beyond formalities, it is at that moment your mind gave way to further past your bedding and to the ceremony feast. Your Daima Eldrã had told you, men often melt when their frigid minds crawl to their pillar. It was a deal, that was your marriage. You looked to your belly, wondering if a blonde child had already made a home there, waiting to spread within you and have you waddling about all fat and sweaty.

You were sure your mind had raced even harder than the dozen horses shifting in your riding party outside, however, the very man that clung to the crevices of your head peaked through the door of the wheelhouse. Pulling himself in and sitting opposite you, he glanced at you for a mere moment, the glint of questioning in your eyes that called to him. You thought he would ride with his brother. 

"You seem displeased?" Tywin raised his brow, appearing defensive, perhaps irked by your reaction.

"No- I thought you were to ride with Lord Kevan, my lord," you muttered, still finding it hard to meet the steel green of his eyes, the frown perpetually etched onto his forehead often left you dislodged for your firm disposition. He did scare you, you would never let him have the satisfaction of knowing so.

"If that is what you wish, my lady." Tywin shuffled to the edge of his seat. His discontent was apparent, you had displeased him. He is your husband, he is trying, and you are trying.

"No- I, stay..." you stutter holding onto his arm "Please." You blurt out meekly.

He grunts for an answer, turning to the stained window as you shuffle closer to it, waving at your sisters clinging to Olvyar's side as the horses neigh, and the procession moves. The first carriages trot away from the moat bridge, and then your carriage moves. That unsettling dread fills your chest again, regressing you to a child of seven summers being sent as a ward to Dorne to your uncles. You gave up the olive greens of your house to the mustards of Martells and now you gave those up for the crimsons of house Lannister. Shedding skin after skin, no home would truly be yours, first the burden of your father then the responsibility of your uncles and now a child bearer for your husband.

Tywin should have travelled with Kevan, irked at his brother's attempts to find leisure in this match. Kevan had physically hauled his elder brother away from their carriage to yours. So here he sat, within the first hour of the ride. The carriage shielded both bodies from the chilled air outside but made the inside unbearably stifling with tension, you would meet his eyes, freeze and curl your lips to a tight smile before uncomfortably looking away.

A young thing so fierce he had thought, you cowered from within, a small sense of satisfaction within Tywin. Maybe you wouldn't try and strangle him to death at night, or stab him as he coupled with you. A Martell after all, a tinge of distrust was highly warranted of the Old Lion. What worried him even more was taking you to Clegane's Keep. A true test of your loyalty— what loyalty? It had only been two days since your wedding— he could picture a torn sneer over your face. Being made to present your dainty hand to the man who had raped and murdered your dear aunt and Targaryen cousins.

He watched as the rocking of the carriage lulled you to soft slumber, head resting against the cushioned wall. Hugging yourself with your neck cranked to find comfort, pouted mouth breathing puffs for lazed breaths. The terrain of the Gold Road was smooth with nary a bump, yet Tywin came to sit next to you. The uncomfortable crank in your neck ought to make it ache in the morning, your head finding itself on his shoulder as you slept, the thick cloak covering your body as you lift your legs next to you. Resting against your husband.

A tight jostle however startled you to consciousness, your adamant need to still remain ridden by sleep you peeked one eye open, taking a moment to gather your bearings, Tywin's hold on you tightened, making you aware that you were indeed resting against his body. An apologetic frown upon your brows as you made an attempt to shuffle to the other end, his hold remained firm.

"Sleep." He whispered, squeezing your shoulder.

You, by the Mother's grace, remained a bed for the remainder of the journey. A mellow call of your name is what broke you away from your clouded warm dreams of the sea.

The face of your handmaiden however above you as she sat with a cloak in her hands, you grumbled awake, rubbing your eyes with the back of your palm.

The tenuous tugs of sleep still had you curled to the cushioned seat, grumbling as Syaria pulled you up, accustomed to your demands for more sleep she shifts to hold you straight. You scowl at her mothering, hissing as you felt the bitter tug of the hairbrush she ran through your mussed hair to neatly put into a braid.  She slipped the cloak over your shoulders, humming to herself as your body was finally in focus and properly awake.

"Lord Tywin?" You croaked, one last broken yawn breaking through you. Shrugging the gentle ache in your shoulders.

"Out with Lord Kevan." She mused, letting you a satisfied hum before shoving a branch of Meswak for you to chew on.

You had a faint memory of feeling warm, the heavy feel of arms upon you to find your husband's chin resting on your head as he lay awake. You shuffled out of the carriage, the other maids of your horde holding up a sheet of white cloth as you changed behind its security into more appropriate riding clothes. You sat on the foot of the carriage, shooing away the Westerlands maid as she bent down to lace your boots, you were perfectly capable of tying them yourself.

Once ready they pulled away the white curtain as you stood to your height, stretching your arms up in the air to yank at any odd knots within your skin, the carriage had swaddled you in for nearly seven hours from dusk to dawn. The Gold Road was painted orange with the peak of the morning sun, horses neighing away as people changed shifts, a moment of respite and preparations for your arrival at Clegane's Keep.

You walked back five paces, your lovely black mare Nysa sat with her hooves curled in, Eldrã lovingly feeding the sweet thing apples, spoiled girl—

"Might I interrupt for a ride?" You called, Eldrã turned to you smiling, she petted your cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"You rest alright, dæriya?" she asked, concerned but toying at a far greater subject as she with ease switched to her mother tongue of Rhyone. He was with you last night. sweet girl

"Quiet well, daīa." you hummed holding onto Nysa's reins as you pulled yourself onto her.

Fredrick already stood at the ready. If you were to bolt away from the procession, you pointed your head to the edge towards the clearing where you were sure your husband sat with his brother breaking fast.

"Sleep well, Serret?" you asked a spurt of happiness within you, having the people closest to you accompanying you through this new journey.

"Well enough, my lady." He smiled baring his thirty-one perfect teeth, one happened to be chipped.

"Race with me?" you smiled sheepishly, pointing at the edge of the forest.

"I don't think racing at your station is appropriate now." He pressed, he wouldn't deny you. He never could, he never would.

"And if I were to order you, use my station. Would you do it?" A cheeky grin spread through your face, head tilted and mischief coating your features after a moon.

"Then I shall have no choice but to obey, my lady."

"Then we race!"

Nysa took off with the speed of storm winds, your braids whooshing against the wind as you tore through the forest line, the sun already risen, the orange fading and clear blue skies up above. It felt like an exotic delicacy willed into your environs as the fresh air bathed your skin away from the lingering tensions from the night before. You stopped, right at the edge of the forest line. Turning back to find Fredrick five paces behind before he too halted next to you.

You giggle, poking your pink tongue out at him before turning to bask in the scenery, you finally let your thoughts flow as you tarry.

"How am I expected to raise my palm to a man that raped and murdered my aunt," you muse, that sullen heaviness in your heart wet again weighing you down.

"Do you want me to kill him?" He blurted, a jape in all honesty but a blade pierces a man all the same.

You chuckle, shaking your head— a fine prospect, a violent one but one that Oberyn had fantasised over multiple times, Gregor Clegane's head resting at his foot.  You wondered if you stared at his plate of food at lunch, you wondered if The Mountain might fear you of poisoning him. The entirety of your family sat shaking their heads on your shoulder.

You looked around, about a yard away sat your husband by a thoroughly filled table, a black tunic and vest of sable fur with his leg bent and resting over his other. Fine leather boots reaching up his knees, he was watching you from a distance. His arm shot in the air, finger bent to call you over to him.

You sighed, looking at Fredrick before turning Nysa as you trotted over, dreading the conversation you were soon to have.

"My lords." You bowed, barely meeting their eyes. Relishing the sudden warmth against your skin from the lit fire.

"My lady."

"Wife."

Lord Kevan rose from his seat, gesturing for you to replace yourself,  he passed a knowing nod to his brother before leaving.

"Are you cold?" Tywin asked, inspecting the gloves on your fingers and the fur lining of your coat.

"The weather hasn't agreed with just yet I'm afraid," you agree, smiling at him "The Dornish climate is a lot more forgiving." 

All you could do was rub your leather gloves palms together, speak to him, say anything dammit—

"I have employed a governess for you," Tywin began, setting his plate of food "all the way from Oldtown."

"What use would I have for a governess? Our children would have years before they needed one."

Tywin looked surprised for a moment like the mention of possible children tickled at his hoped.

"You were raised Dornish, it is for your own good."

You frowned, toying at the cusp of what he meant.

"What? Being devoid of good societal behaviours, do you think I am unladylike?"

Tywin's lips pressed into a hardline "You are expected to be the Lady of Casterly Rock, now I will not have mockery being made out of my lady wife and by extension me."

"And why do you suspect it is so? It is you who wanted a lady wife with more than half a brain, have your feet turned cold now my lord?" You appeared irked, pushing your weight against the chair you sat on, married for two days and your husband already believed you daft.

"Do you intend on letting Gregor greet you?"

Silence, an arrow right on the mark you stared at him through the lining of your scrunched eyebrows, that heaviness greeting itself once more.

"You will perform your duties, my lady, you wish not to be greeted. I will allow it. However, the matter of the governess is unchanged if you are to raise my sons."

"My lord, the Keep is ready for you." a foot soldier approached.

You sucked in a sharp breath, wishing you had a pendant vial of poison before stepping foot in that establishment. Tywin gave you a stern look once more before helping you into your horse.

The two of you rode to meet the procession, you very valiantly chose to ride in on Nysa, the niceties of lady ship so far behind your mind, and your husband shook his head as he rode in front of you.

The attendants of Clegane's Keep and the one monstrously large man stood amongst the crowd. People revered the blonde image of Tywin atop his white stallion. Their liege lord once in a moon had come to grace them.

Smile, you should smile but instead, your face seemed to have frozen itself to an unimpressed leer, eyeing Gregor with the malicious power of Mother Rhyone, drop dead— drop dead you sick bastard.

Footmens rushed to lay stools by the horse to make your unhorsing more graceful as you huffed off, patting Nysa as she gently neighed before walking to your husband.

The gruff voice of Gregor Clegane echoed, you were wishing a lance through his heart "Welcome to Clegane's Keep, my lord—" he bows his head before turning to you "My lady."

The anticipation burned up as Tywin watched you from his periphery, honour the fool that ruined your family, you lifted your hand and Tywin's chest deflated. A gloved hand turned and presented for the Mountain to bend and lay a kiss upon your palm. A gloved palm, you remained untouched.

"Clegane's Keep is yours."

Tywin turned to Kevan this time, his younger brother who appeared rather amused at your doings. He merely hoped that you would be introduced to Genna soon.

A gloved hand, a leather toy for a dog, deprives him of the honour of greeting you. You never said you'd let him.

Ahhhh first of all, I thank everyone for the support through this odd time of drama. I figured I’d best focus on my writing and thank everyone that reached out to me.

Secondly. I totally wanna make the reader poison Gregor Clegane, I’m just not sure if I wanna do it this early.

Taglist (thank youuuu💐)

@joker640 @wondergal2001

[ultimateevader]

doodles!!!! :3

Yes, this includes oc x canon because I said so, and why not some screenshot stuff!

Stargazer is a clueless guy :].. Sometimes.. (Maybe he just acts like one..?) This can be seen has platonic or romantic! Your choice! Shipping ahead tho.

Choosing between holydemon (moloch x Gregor) and starblessed (Stargazer x Gregor)? BOTH 🔥🔥🔥 IDC 🔥🔥

[wild-karrde]

Hey for shoutout, I wanna give @idlenesses a HUGE shoutout for this amazingly beautiful artwork she did for my Bonsoir fic!! I’m absolutely in love with it!!!

-kaminocasey 💖

YES! I saw this artwork pass by on my dash this week and didn't immediately piece together it was from Bonsoir (it's been a bit of a whirlwind week and my brain is just NOT on it), but was very much struck by how beautiful it is! The setting is so peaceful and romantic, and OH TO HAVE GREGOR GRIP MY THIGH LIKE THAT. It's sweet and a bit spicy AND I LOVE IT (also I am so far behind on Bonsoir AHHHH).

Thanks for the rec Casey!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[thecluelessdoctor]

hi hello have a new SM OC because I am just. So awesome

Darcy winn (she gets better I swear this was the first drawing)

Hair.

She

More winter outfit. Also me figuring her out more

Old friends

[drc00l4tt4]

THEY MAKE ME FEEL SICK /POS

ugh the idea that Angel (being unable to age physically) finds the human aging process absolutely fucking beautiful and he finds Gregor more and more handsome as time goes on RAAAAA