#poly!starkiller

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A big round of applause for your 2k milestone carina congratulations^^

May I request an argue with dialogue 48 with poly!Bartylus with a fem! Ravenclaw reader likes doing questionable stuff to satisfy her random curiosity. Problem being she has little sense of self preservation so she often lands in the hospital wing and whenever the two show up after hearing she had the nth concussion, she's does a very casual report be like: 'so turns out Thestrals do behave like horses if I tugged its tail too hard'. Regulus probably aged another 10 years while Barty is half concern and half rolling on the floor. Or idk, I just wanna see Reggie massaging his temples while Bee wheezing his lungs out with a confused reader lol.

thank you so much for your request babes<33 i switched this one up a little, hope you enjoy it

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i will ARGUE for prompt 48 "sometimes i wonder how you're still alive" with poly!bartylus

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, use of y/n, barty pov and all of its usual chaos, established poly relationship, clumsy and whimsical reader

wc: 1.3k

Barty sat waiting for you to exit your Transfiguration class, so he could spend his free period with you, but you were taking an awfully long time. 

His instincts told him to just sneak into the classroom and call out for you, but he had been scolded for doing just that very recently – not just by professors but by Regulus, his own personal authority figure apparently – so he bit his tongue. Yet, when Lupin and Potter exited before you, he could no longer help himself from throwing his head back and groaning, drawing their attention.

“You good, Junior?” Potter asked wearily with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I’m looking at my annoying brothers in law and not my wonderful girlfriend. What’s taking her so long?”

The two exchanged a glance before Lupin cleared his throat. “Y/N wasn’t in class. I’m quite certain she’s in the infirmary?” It was voiced as a question, but Barty could tell that it wasn’t really.

On paper, this revelation should fill him with worry and concern for your wellbeing, he should want to run full throttle towards the infirmary. Instead, he was filled with a dread of a very different kind and let yet another raspy groan escape him. 

“Not again,” he hissed before slapping his knees and getting up. “Right. Where’s Regulus?” 

“Should you not be your own boyfriend’s keeper?” Lupin asked at the very same time as Potter said “Potions”.

Barty looked at Lupin with a hah-expression. 

“Best get there before he does then!” He announced cheerily before turning on his heel and skipping down the hallway, using every wall and pole he passed as leverage. He didn’t bother looking back over his shoulder to see what more the two boys had to say.

The journey to the infirmary went by quickly, Barty’s movements all motivated by a desire to have Regulus not get to the scene before him. 

“Evening, darling Poppy,” he called out to the matron who looked up at him with an unamused expression. “Where’s she at?”

She looked like she wanted to comment on his unprofessional language, but instead she gave a heavy sigh, clearly giving up before even starting. “Miss L/N is in bed 6 to the right,” was all she said, turning back to cleaning her equipment near the door.

Barty blew her a kiss before beginning to skip in and promptly transitioning to walking upon Pomfrey’s deadly expression. 

You quickly came into view, sitting up in your bed while happily eating some of the infirmary food. Your sweet expression brightened when you spotted Barty coming towards you and any thought that might have swirled in his head about being strict with you immediately melted away. He felt as if he was floating up to you as he came to plop down on your bedside.

“Good afternoon, my lovely darling angel,” he all-but cooed. “Happy to see you in one piece.” 

You leaned forward and brought him in for a loving kiss that you hummed your greeting into. “Hi, B. How are you?”

“Well for one, I’m not the one with an icepack on my shoulder.” His brows furrowed in entertainment. 

You pulled away from him and looked perplexed at his comment for a moment before reaching to your shoulder, as if you had forgotten it was even there. “Oh, that was no bother. I have good news: You can pet the Thestrals even if you can’t see them. Not all of them necessarily enjoy it, but it’s certainly possible.”

Barty huffed a laugh, leaning forward to bury his head in your non-injured shoulder. Even in the infirmary, you still smelled so effortlessly like yourself, a scent he wanted to drown himself in every time he was near you. Still, he was a man on a mission, and he could not be distracted, even by the loveliest girl in the castle.

“Right, that is fantastic to hear,” he said as he pulled away to look at you. “And I would love to hear even more – but somewhere else. Are you good to walk? You’re good to walk yeah, we can get out of here?” Even as he spoke he was beginning to back your belongings from the bedside table into your backpack. You began to giggle, but before he could ask why, he was interrupted by another voice.

“It’s no use, Junior, I’m already here.”

Barty’s shoulders sagged theatrically as he let your backpack fall to the ground with a soft thump and turned to look at the source of the voice. Coming around the corner with a wettened towel in one hand and the other places accusatorily on his hip was Regulus — Barty’s favourite boy that he really did not want to see right now.

“Aweh, Reg, baby, I’m so glad to see you.”

“Cut the crap, B,” he said with faux iciness as he passed him to sit on the other side of your bed. “You were planning on keeping this from me, weren’t you?”

Barty looked to you for backup, but you just took in the scene before you with wide entertained eyes. You were lucky he loved you so much.

“Now why would you even think that? I’m just eager to get this little rascal into her own bed.”

“Barty.”

He threw his hands in the air. “Okay, so I wanted to protect her from your hysterics. Sue me.”

You just giggled and placed a hand on Barty’s wrist, rubbing circles into it placatingly. “Thank you B, but Reggie has been very sweet and patient with me. No need to protect me.”

Regulus was placing the damp towel over your neck, which clearly provided some relief as you sighed. His fingers were mindful in his ministrations of moving every piece of hair away, so they wouldn’t be caught beneath the towel. His eyes were zeroed in on his work as he spoke. “Yes, I have been very sweet and patient. You see, Junior, I heard a rumour about where she got this idea that approaching Thestrals was a good thing.”

Barty swallowed. “Did you, now?”

Regulus looked up through one of his curls that had come loose to give Barty a withering glare. “Sometimes I wonder how you two are still alive.”

Barty felt a sudden need to play all of his cards. He brought his hand up to tuck Regulus’ curl softly behind his ear, letting his fingertips linger as he traced over the edge of his boyfriend’s sharp jaw, caressing softly. He kept eye contact as a small smile lingered over his lips. “It’s a miracle all thanks to you, pretty boy. Don’t you want to keep us that way?”

Regulus kept glaring, but Barty could see how his resolve was shaken, even by his blatant manipulation. It made him grin widely. 

“Please don’t kill Barty, Regulus. He’s too fit to die and you’re too fit for Azkaban.” You supplied your own defense around a mouthful of yoghurt, clearly beyond amused at not being the only one in the doghouse.

“If you don’t watch it, you two will be the death of me,” he grumbled under his breath as he abandoned the towel to rub the tension out of his temples. 

Barty took the opportunity to manhandle Regulus down onto the bed beside you, so that he could lay across both of your chests – a cuddle pile that this bed was most certainly not built for but that he swore to make work nonetheless. You immediately opened your arms to accept Regulus into your side, who was still murmuring protests all the while the tops of his cheeks were darkening in colour.

“We’ll keep you safe and sound, Reg. Won’t we, baby?.” Barty grinned up at him, knowing he’s won yet again. “And we’ll make sure this little bird right here doesn’t fly too close to the sun.”

“You better,” came the quiet murmur from the reddened boy.

The shade only worsened when you and Barty both went to kiss his cheeks – as did your smiles.

[yrluvjane]

Best of Both Worlds

Barty Crouch Jr. x reader x Sirius Black

The first time you met Sirius Black, he was dangling upside down from the enchanted chandelier in the Gryffindor common room, his school robes flapping around him like a bat as he attempted to charm the portrait of the Fat Lady to sing a vulgar rendition of "Hoggy Warty Hogwarts."  

You'd just been sorted, your robes still stiff and new, when the entire common room erupted into chaos.  

"BLACK!" roared a voice from the stairs, and a frazzled-looking James Potter came storming down, his hair wilder than usual. "Get down from there before McGonagall—"  

The chandelier snapped.  

Sirius came crashing down directly into your lap, his elbow knocking the wind out of you as you both tumbled to the floor in a heap of limbs and laughter.  

"Oi, watch it!" you wheezed, shoving at his shoulder.  

Sirius blinked up at you, his grey eyes bright with mischief. "Well, hello there," he drawled, not bothering to move. "You’re new."  

James groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Sirius, for Merlin’s sake—"  

But Sirius just grinned, rolling off you and springing to his feet in one fluid motion before offering you a hand. "Sirius Black, at your service."  

You took it warily. "I can see why they put you in Gryffindor."  

Sirius barked a laugh. "Oh, I like you."  

And just like that, you were swept into his orbit.  

---  

The first time you met Barty Crouch Jr., it was in the library at midnight.  

You’d been struggling with a particularly tricky Arithmancy equation, your quill scratching furiously at parchment as you tried to make sense of the numbers swimming before your eyes.  

"You’re doing it wrong."  

The voice was cool, matter-of-fact. You looked up to see a boy with sharp features and sharper eyes leaning over your shoulder, his Slytherin robes pristine despite the late hour.  

You bristled. "Excuse me?"  

He pointed at your parchment with a long, elegant finger. "Your formula is backwards. If you transpose these variables, it’ll make sense."  

You frowned, looking back at your work—and then it clicked. "Oh."  

The boy smirked. "Oh indeed."  

You scowled. "Thanks, I guess."  

He inclined his head slightly. "Barty Crouch Jr."  

You blinked. "The Barty Crouch Jr.? As in, the son of the Ministry’s Head of Magical Law Enforcement?"  

Barty’s smirk twisted into something darker. "The very same."  

You hesitated, then held out your hand. "Well, thanks for the help."  

Barty looked at your hand like it was a foreign object before shaking it briefly. "Don’t mention it."  

And just like that, an unlikely friendship was born.  

---  

By third year, you were caught in an invisible war.  

Sirius, with his effortless charm and reckless abandon, dragged you into pranks and adventures, his laughter infectious as you raced through the halls under James’s Invisibility Cloak or charmed Peeves to dump water balloons on unsuspecting Slytherins.  

Barty, on the other hand, was your quiet counterpart—the one who stayed up with you in the library, who brewed Pepper-Up Potion when you were sick, who listened when you ranted about your frustrations with the pureblood elitism that still lingered in the halls of Hogwarts.  

They couldn’t have been more different.  

And yet, they both wanted you.  

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"Come on," Sirius whined one evening in the Gryffindor common room, flopping dramatically across your lap as you tried to study. "The Whomping Willow’s not going to pelt first years with acorns by itself."  

You rolled your eyes, shoving at his shoulder. "Sirius, I have a Potions test tomorrow."  

Sirius pouted. "But it’ll be fun!"  

"Fun isn’t the word I’d use," came a dry voice from the portrait hole.  

You looked up to see Barty leaning against the frame, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.  

Sirius scowled. "What are you doing here, snake? Lost your way to the dungeons?"  

Barty ignored him, his eyes on you. "You said you’d meet me in the library an hour ago."  

You winced. "I got distracted."  

Barty arched a brow. "Clearly."  

Sirius sat up, his grin turning sharp. "She’s busy, Crouch. Run along."  

Barty’s eyes flicked to him, cold and assessing. "I wasn’t aware you were her keeper, Black."  

Sirius’s smirk faltered for half a second before he recovered, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Someone’s got to keep her out of trouble."  

Barty’s lips curled. "From what I’ve seen, you’re the one causing most of it."  

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Merlin, you two are impossible."  

They both turned to look at you, identical expressions of indignation on their faces.  

"Me?" Sirius said, pressing a hand to his chest. "I’m an angel."  

Barty snorted. "A fallen one, maybe."  

Sirius shot him a glare before turning back to you, his expression softening. "Come on, love. Just one prank?"  

Barty stepped forward, his voice low. "Or you could actually study and not fail your exams."  

You looked between them—Sirius with his puppy-dog eyes and disheveled hair, Barty with his quiet intensity and unwavering focus—and sighed.  

"Why do I have to choose?" you muttered under your breath.  

But the words lingered in the air, heavy with possibility.  

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The tension came to a head during a Hogsmeade weekend in fifth year.  

You’d agreed to meet Barty at the Three Broomsticks for a study session, but Sirius had intercepted you on the way, dragging you into Zonko’s with promises of new joke products to test.  

By the time you made it to the pub, Barty was sitting alone at a corner table, two Butterbeers untouched in front of him, his expression stormy.  

"You’re late," he said flatly as you slid into the seat across from him.  

You winced. "Sorry. Sirius—"  

"Of course," Barty cut in, his voice icy. "It’s always Black, isn’t it?"  

You frowned. "What’s that supposed to mean?"  

Barty leaned forward, his grey eyes burning. "You know exactly what it means."  

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, the door to the Three Broomsticks burst open, and in strolled Sirius, looking windswept and entirely too pleased with himself.  

"There you are!" he called, spotting you immediately. "I’ve been looking everywhere—oh." His grin faded slightly as he noticed Barty. "Didn’t realize you had company."  

Barty’s jaw tightened. "Clearly."  

Sirius ignored him, dropping into the seat beside you and stealing a sip of your Butterbeer. "So, I was thinking—"  

"You’re always thinking," Barty muttered. "A shame none of it’s productive."  

Sirius’s eyes narrowed. "Careful, Crouch."  

Barty smirked. "Or what?"  

The air between them crackled with tension. You could feel the other patrons starting to stare, whispers spreading like wildfire.  

You’d had enough.  

"Merlin’s beard!" you snapped, slamming your hands on the table. "Why does it always have to be a competition? Why can’t I just have both of you?"  

Silence.  

Sirius blinked. Barty froze.  

The entire pub seemed to hold its breath.  

"...Both?" Sirius repeated slowly, his eyebrows creeping toward his hairline.  

You threw your hands up. "Yes, both! Merlin, you two are impossible. It’s not like I have to choose—"  

"Yes."  

You stopped mid-rant. "What?"  

Barty’s lips curled into that rare, genuine smirk of his—the one that made your stomach flip. "I said yes."  

Sirius’s grin was downright predatory. "Oh, this is brilliant. I get to annoy Crouch and keep you? Perfect."  

You stared between them, waiting for the punchline. "You’re... serious?"  

Sirius winked. "I’m always Sirius."  

Barty rolled his eyes, but there was no real irritation in it. Instead, he reached out and tugged you to your feet, his grip firm but gentle. "You heard him. Though I reserve the right to hex him if he gets too obnoxious."  

Sirius popped up on your other side, slinging an arm around your waist. "And I reserve the right to be exceptionally obnoxious."  

The pub had gone eerily quiet, every eye in the room fixed on the three of you—a Gryffindor, a Slytherin, and you, caught perfectly in the middle.  

You looked between them—Sirius with his wild grin and disheveled hair, Barty with his sharp eyes and barely-contained amusement—and felt something warm settle in your chest.  

"Well," you said slowly, a smirk of your own forming. "This should be interesting."  

Sirius pressed a dramatic kiss to your cheek. "Darling, with us? It’ll be legendary."  

Barty rolled his eyes—but when he leaned in to kiss your other cheek, there was no hesitation.  

The pub erupted.  

Whistles. Shouts. A loud "Bloody hell!" from Rosmerta behind the bar.  

You didn’t care.  

Because as Sirius laughed against your skin and Barty’s fingers tangled with yours, you realized—  

You’d won.  

---  

The rest of the school year passed in a whirlwind of chaos and affection.  

Sirius, true to his word, was exceptionally obnoxious—sending you flowers charmed to sing vulgar love songs, sneaking into your dorm to leave notes under your pillow, dragging you into broom closets for stolen kisses between classes.  

Barty, on the other hand, was quieter but no less intense—his touches lingering, his gifts thoughtful (a rare potions book he’d tracked down, a silver bracelet charmed to warm when he thought of you).  

And when they were together with you?  

It was electric.  

---  

One evening, you found yourself in the Room of Requirement, curled between them on a conjured sofa as the fire crackled in the hearth.  

Sirius was idly braiding a strand of your hair, his fingers surprisingly deft as he hummed a tune under his breath. Barty had his nose buried in a book, but his free hand rested on your thigh, his thumb tracing absent circles.  

"You’re staring," Barty murmured without looking up.  

You smiled. "Can’t help it."  

Sirius tugged playfully on your braid. "Admiring the view?"  

"Something like that," you admitted.  

Barty finally glanced up, his grey eyes warm in the firelight. "Sap."  

Sirius grinned, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. "Our sap."

Graduation Day

The Great Hall was bathed in golden sunlight as the graduating class of 1978 stood in their dress robes, the enchanted ceiling reflecting the cloudless summer sky. You stood between Sirius and Barty, their hands clasped firmly with yours, as Dumbledore gave his final speech.

"Mischief managed," Sirius whispered in your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he slipped a charmed galleon into your palm – a twin to the ones the Marauders used, now engraved with all three of your initials.

Barty rolled his eyes but didn't let go of your other hand, his thumb tracing idle circles on your wrist. "Sentimental fool," he muttered, though the way his fingers tightened around yours betrayed his true feelings.

As the ceremony ended in a shower of enchanted confetti, James whooped loudly, tossing his hat in the air. "Black! Crouch! Stop making heart eyes at my best friend and help us celebrate!"

Sirius flipped him off with one hand while pulling you closer with the other. "Jealous, Prongs?"

That Evening – The Shrieking Shack

The abandoned house had become your secret meeting spot over the years, its creaking floorboards and peeling wallpaper now as familiar as the two boys lounging on either side of you.

Sirius stretched out like a contented cat, his head in your lap as you carded your fingers through his dark hair. "So," he mused, catching your wrist to press a kiss to your palm. "What's next for the three most brilliant minds to grace Hogwarts?"

Barty, ever practical, pulled a set of documents from his robe pocket. "Auror applications for you two," he said, handing one to Sirius. "And a research position at the Department of Mysteries for me."

You blinked. "You planned our careers?"

"Someone had to," Barty deadpanned, though the corner of his mouth twitched when Sirius threw a pillow at his head.

One Year Later – London Flat

The key Barty had given you fit perfectly in the lock of the cozy flat above Diagon Alley. Sunlight streamed through charmed windows that showed different landscapes – a beach for Sirius, a library for Barty, and your favorite Quidditch pitch for you.

"Home," Sirius declared, dropping his trunk with a thud before promptly pushing you against the nearest wall, his lips finding yours with practiced ease.

Barty cleared his throat pointedly. "If you're quite finished defiling our new home..."

Sirius pulled away just enough to grin. "Oh, I'm just getting started."

Five Years Later – Ministry Ball

The grand hall glittered with enchanted chandeliers as you navigated the crowd, your Auror robes swapped for elegant dress robes. Sirius, ever the showman, had charmed his to shift colors with his mood. Barty stood nearby in impeccably tailored black, looking every inch the Unspeakable he was.

"Merlin, you're beautiful," Sirius murmured, spinning you into a dance without warning.

Barty appeared at your other side, his hand resting possessively on your waist. "Stop monopolizing her, Black. Some of us would like a turn."

Sirius gasped dramatically. "Is that jealousy I detect, Crouch?"

You laughed, pulling them both closer. "Play nice, boys."

Ten Years Later – By the Lake

The same stretch of Black Lake shore where you'd shared so many stolen moments now hosted a small gathering of friends. Lily held baby Harry while James made embarrassing toasts. Remus smiled fondly as Sirius fumbled with rings charmed to always return to their wearers.

Barty, usually so composed, had tears in his eyes as he slid a delicate silver band onto your finger. "No more secrets," he whispered, echoing your words from all those years ago.

Sirius kissed you breathless before pressing his forehead to yours. "Forever, yeah?"

[aetherraeys]

Thoughts on Bartylus, Regulus as a stripper, Barty as a regular customer <33

MANY MANY MANYY THOUGHTS

like as unhinged as barty is, he's always polite and as respect as one can be, especially considering his small tongue problem, that some people tend to take the wrong way.

but he basically lost all sense of composure when he saw regulus, because merlin was he gorgeous, and walk around with such an intense confidence, commanding all the attention in the room. and barty almost fell onto his knees when regulus approached the table,

jaw practically hang off his face.

immediately, IMMEDIATELY bricked.

like the black set that regulus wore, with the garter??? it made regulus' skin glimmer under the flashing lights, the perfect contrast, he was cirling the pole, eyes trained on barty. smirking at the lovestruck look on his face.

the cigarette he'd been smoking burning out, virtually untouched because he was just entranced with regulus. and boy does he play into it.

barty was already putty in his hands, would kill for regulus without a question from the moment he stepped into the room, but when he dipped down, breath fanning over barty's neck—lips just barely ghosting the shell of his ear. voice low and honeyed in his ears—

"would you like a private dance, sweetheart?"

barty was literally going to spill into his pants right then and there, nodding mindlessly—pupils blown already following regulus as he dragged him to another room, watching his hips sway with hearteyes.

i could go on bcs barty is acc such a lover boy and regulus is so smug its PERFECT

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

regulus/pandora/barty as a ship bc I love all of them sm

[ravenclaws-stuff]

Cassie's Library

This is my own personal library of fics I have read on here and would love to share.

None of these stories belong to me. But please go like, comment, and reblog so the authors know how much we love them <3

Marauder

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

Barty Crouch Jr

Poly!Maurader

Poly!Wolfstar

Poly!Moonwater

Poly!Jegulus

Poly!Jeguiliy

Poly!Starkiller

Poly!Moonchaser

Poly!Bartylus

Golden

Theodore Nott

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Charlie Weasley

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

[myfavcharacterdidntdrown]

Fav characters: Barty, Regulus, Marlene, Evan

Otps: Rosekiller, Jegulus, Nobleflower

Assign ships: Sunkiller, starkiller, rosekiller, moonkiller, flowerkiller, dorlene (OH MY GOD OKAY IM GONNA ADMIT IT. I SHIP BARTY WITH EVERYONE. HAPPY NOW. he’s so shippable tho.) Mary x Barty maybe for just a hookup idk. (You’re lucky I didn’t include poly ships cuz it would be a VERY long list)

Other ships: wolfstar, Quillkiller

Npt: @whysosiriushuh @whydousernamesevenexist @werewolflupin7 @icarus-last-fall @justafrogghost @pearlynia @obsessedwith15deadwizards @eggs-mushrooms-moths-and-gay @lionmythflower @garden-of-runar @cheekyboybeth @regulusblackswingman @tequilaqueen and anyone else!

Tag game! Marauders Era Ships edition!

Answer the following questions before tagging one or a few blogs :) Any amount!

Fav characters (you’ll see why you’ll need this later)

My OTPs (aka fav ships that live in your mind rent free)

Now assign the ships you like the most for your favourite characters in question 1!

Other ships you like, but don’t engage in as much as with your OTPs

Have fun, and drink some water when you’re done <333

At 5 reblogs with answers to the questions, I will answer them myself!

@homocidalpotat @ravenwordss @mae-occasionally-reads @marylily-my-beloved @lienspien

@cheekyboybeth

[ihatethecoldalot]

Random Idea With Ben Skywalker

Listen I doubt that a redhead skywalker won't be considered a Kenobi.

Ben Skywalker time travelled to the clone wars like a month before Satine’s murder

He panics when confronted with Obi-wan and falls back on ‘THE SKYWALKER LIST OF APPROVED NAMES’ which include Skywalker, Naberrie, Organa, Lars, Solo, Djarin, Kenobi, Kryze (via Korkie) Whitesun, Antilles, Tano, Mothma, Jinn, Darklighter, Fett, Vader Calrissian, Chewbaccason, Starkiller

With Ben doing the logical skip over the first five since Vaderkin will recognize them and the political affiliations and he swore never to call himself a Solo and being confronted with ~~OBI-WAN KENOBI~~ He jumps straight to Kryze (Djarin would have been his first choice but he blue screened)

This causes a very long debate as to how he’s Obi-wan’s son which forces Ben to save his ass by explaining he’s from the future like twenty years from then.

(Ben is 19)

Obi-wan had a brief mental breakdown as to the fact that he would have a ~son~ with ~Satine~ in a ~~year~~

Anakin is broken as is swinging in between moody af or delighted af. Ahsoka is just trying to get closer to the ‘Kryze’

Ben is able to save his ass by knowing so, so much of Mandalorian customs because Mara, Luke and Din are in a Poly and you can fight me

Cody delights in a Terrifyingly Competent Kenobi who actually wore armour and didn’t try to lose it and no he isn’t crying what are you talking about?

Ben had gotten so many lectures from his buir about wearing armour and lectures from Leia about armour weave everything

He fights Dooku and beats him with just the Force because ‘My mother is a pacifist and I respect her ideals.’

He manages to have some really interesting conversions with some of the clones about the war.

Rex is his favourite because ‘You've kicked Pre Vizsla's ass’

Ben has a vicious, vicious streak that is rather terrifying and everyone assumes that he got it from Obi-Wan.

Satine learns about her son via a sheepish Obi-Wan.

[When Mandalore learns of that they hold a week-long festival celebrating Ben’s conception]

Ben never uses his lightsaber. Never. When they asked him why he uses a spear instead he scares them by saying his master fell and that the lightsaber was his.

No one ever talks about his Master ever again.

“Have a child, do you now, Master Kenobi?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replies, a few words away from punching Yoda.

“Meet him, I wish to. Bring him here, you shall.”

Aayla and Depa are snickering and Quinlan isn't even bothering to keep any propriety.

So I’m just thinking here is Ben just going to go like:

“Oh, hello Master Yoda, how's my brother?” Ben asks, very obliviously.

“Brother?”

“Yeah, Grogu. About yay big very green? The one my buir adopted and toted through the whole galaxy to find Luke?”

Ben is very uncomfortable calling his dad by his first name but goddamn it it was too late to give up the ruse anyway.

“Your buir, hmmn?” [Ben, oh shit]

“Yeah he rescued me after my mama’s murder.”

“SATINE DIED???!!!!” yelled literally everyone in that room.

“Yes. Maul killed my mother. Fucking asshole that buttless bitch. Don’t worry Ahsoka, Ezra and Luke get him later.”

Who’s Ezra and Luke?

Ezra is Caleb Dume’s future son- i mean padawan and Luke is a Skywalker.

Or or hear me out

“Hello, you absolute bitch.” [addressing Qui-Gon but he is in Yoda’s vicinity]

“Disrespectful, you are. Manners, were you not taught?

“OH Im SoRrY I JuSt CaMe HeRE BeCauSE I WaS FOLLOWING YOUR FUCKING FORCE GHOST!!!!

“Force Ghost?” [that was Anakin]

“WHAT ELSE IS THAT SERENE ASSHOLE WHO SAID HIS NAME WAS QUI-GON!!!” Ben cried exasperated as hell.

“Qui-Gon is dead.”

“THAT’S WHY IT'S CALLED A FORCE GHOST”

All the panic but no disco.

So this can end in

1: Ben just randomly drops information and helps out until he meets Palps and just stabs him with an angry “YOU KILLED MY FATHER BITCH” and does the same to Maul later. Meets Satine and gets rescued by Grogu

OR 2: Talks about how the ‘Sith Master’ murdered the Jedi and then killed Padmè in a bid to martyr her and how he’s in a Rebellion with the aforementioned kids and stabs Palpatine and then ‘Jaina Naberrie’ shows up and drags him home before he faces any consequences.

[crescenthistory]

I'm so excited to see you're having a celebration, congratulations on the followers lovely!!

could I get you to argue for the red strings of fate au with bartylus x fem!reader. Maybe Regulus can see the strings (not everyone can) and has at this point told Barty about the two of them (though i see him having been extremely reluctant to at first and getting all angsty about it). But there was always another string and they never figured out who it was while at school. Maybe they start new jobs as adults and Regulus realizes the third is getting pulled more often so they must be nearby, but they are constantly MISSING HER. Culminates in them meeting, yada yada yada

Okay, kind of a lot of details, I had thoughts lol. Feel free to trim or edit wherever you please ~

thank you so much my love, you are an angel<3 this one was the hardest to write for some reason, but wound up becoming one of my absolute favourites! so thank you for challenging me xx art by vidhic0re

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i will ARGUE for prompt 65 "red string of fate AU" with poly!bartylus

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: fem!reader, reg pov, established bartylus, suggestive scene, barty has abandonment issues (and thus is worried about a third soulmate), referenced mental hardship for them both, very fluffy, first-meeting

wc: 2.2k

Regulus had grown used to his life with an unknown string; comfortable, even.

When he met Barty at age 11 and could for the first time in his life see the end of one of his two strings, he had been too young to feel truly excited over it. Rather, it just became a fact of life for the two of them, something put aside for the time being and scheduled to be brought up again at a later point.

Barty couldn’t see the string, so he didn’t really get what Regulus meant all those years back when he mumbled “oh, we’re connected”. The scene he caused when someone explained it to him at a Yule Ball, and he barged up to Regulus, drunk out of his mind and confused, heartbroken and in love all at the same time, is one that still haunts them both. Just like untangling a knot, they talked it out in the hallway and then in the common room and then in the dorms and then in every other room they were in for the rest of their lives.

Because it was officially for life – and despite his jokes, Regulus would never have it any other way. 

The only thing that was left itching on his curiosity was this still-strange string. The one he had told Barty about, only to have him blow it off, calling it unimportant because “all I need is you, baby”. 

Regulus couldn’t disagree with that sentiment, but the curiosity still lingered. 

It lingered over months and years as they broke away from their families and bought their own – rather cramped, now without their money – flat in the boroughs of London. It lingered as they settled down in their separate lines of work and tried to make a life worth living. It lingered as the string would be taut or slack, almost as if their third was out there, swirling close and then away, just outside their periphery. He never pulled on it, even when his mind swam with possibilities.

Regulus climbed the ranks and became the manager of a new quill and parchment shop to rival Scrivenshaft's and Scribbulus, while Barty jumped from job to job, having a suspicious amount of commitment issues for someone quite literally tied for life to his boyfriend and some stranger. He had dabbled in everything from freelance bountyhunter that took too much enjoyment in hauling in extremist bloodpurists, to stand-up comedian that made himself laugh more than anyone else. It made Regulus roll his eyes, but Barty’s adventures truly were his greatest source of entertainment. 

Said entertainment was what brought them to a hotel room in Paris, lazily making out on the pristine white bed on the top floor. Barty had the wild idea of auditioning for a muggle circus there the day after – “just a momentary thing, Reg, c’mon, don’t you always call me a clown?” – and Regulus decided to make it into a faux couple's business trip to ensure his partner didn’t accidentally break the Statute of Secrecy. He told the higher-ups at his job that he was visiting their Paris branch for a few days to learn how to improve. Quite frankly, Regulus made them too much money for them to argue. 

“Be honest, you only came along because you wanted me all to yourself before I become a world star,” Barty teased against his lips, body sprawled out over Regulus’, tattooed hand resting idly around his neck.

Regulus let out a breath in between kisses, fighting an indulgent smile. “I want to make sure I get to keep you without your arse getting thrown in Azkaban.”

“What about my arse, hm?” Barty murmured, lips divulging on a path down Regulus’ jaw that was bound to turn his brain off.

There was but one thing that could break through the delicious haze of Barty.

His string pulled.

Regulus’ hands suddenly shot up to Barty’s face, gently but firmly pulling him away as his lips parted in shock.

Barty’s brows furrowed, concern beginning to seep in already. “Reg, wha–”

Regulus hushed him. His gaze was fixed, almost hypnotically so, on the shimmery red string that stretched out from his wrist, the one that only ever he could see or touch. The one that was currently drawn taut and shaking as if someone…  “I don’t believe it,” he whispered.

“Spit it out, Regulus.” Barty’s face was still filled with concern, taking on the tone of no-bullshit that was reserved for when he was worried his boyfriend wasn’t communicating with him. 

Remembering himself, Regulus let his thumbs brush gently over Barty’s cheeks, soothing. “I’m sorry amour, it’s just… the string. They’re pulling on it.”

A wave of relief and slight frustration washed over his face. “Merlin, Reg, that’s it? You had me thinking it was something important.”

This brought Regulus’ gaze back to Barty’s again, and this time, it was his turn to furrow his brows. “It is important, B. They've never pulled before, never been this close.”

His boyfriend dragged his hands up and down Regulus’ sides, soothing in their own right, as if trying to reassure any emotive reaction out of him. “Well yeah, sure, it’s intriguing, but it’s not gasp-mid-snog-and-make-your-boyfriend-piss-himself important.”

Regulus couldn’t help but snort. He began to sit up, pushing a willing Barty back with him so that they were sitting facing each other on the bed. Tentatively, Regulus intertwined his fingers with Barty’s on the hand the strings were attached to, his free hand coming up to trace the strange string in the air.

It was hypnotising – even Barty, who couldn’t see the string, watched Regulus’ fingers tracing the air reverently with rapt attention. “They’re here, Barty,” Regulus whispered, looking up at him through his lashes. “I’m sure of it. That is important.”

For a beat, Barty didn’t say anything, eyes flickering back and forth between Regulus’ as he breathed out slowly. Then, he drew the air back in sharply between his teeth, as if pulling a decision in with it, and squeezed Regulus’ hand.

“Alright then – let’s go find the poor sucker.”

This time it was Regulus’ turn to be bewildered, trying to hold onto Barty who was already moving away from the bed, free hand reaching out towards the hotel door.

“I– wha– Barty!” Regulus all but hissed, trying to hold him back. “We can’t just– barge in, we have to think this through.”

His boyfriend scoffed and rolled his eyes, all while wearing his signature grin. He turned on his heel, dragging Regulus closer to him by their intertwined fingers so that he could caress his side all the way up to his face. The green in Barty’s eyes seemed to shine brighter as he gently cupped Regulus’ face, bringing their foreheads together.

“C’mon Reg. This is pretty straightforward. If we have another soulmate, that soulmate is close by and important to you. So I say we go find them. Yeah? No need to overthink or overprepare. Isn’t the point of a soulmate that they’ll like us for who we are? If not, then fuck them, yeah?”

Barty’s pep talks were always difficult to argue against, no matter how much fault Regulus found in his logic. Tonight he didn’t have it in him. Instead, he gripped the back of Barty’s neck and brought him down into a searing, deep kiss – one that Barty had no problem returning in an instant. 

When they parted, both were smiling and panting. Barty looked endearingly at Regulus’ closed eyelids before they fluttered open to meet his gaze. 

“Yeah, okay,” Regulus whispered. “Alright. Just– just let me grab my jumper.”

Barty released his fingers in favour of Regulus throwing on a jumper, feeling, despite his insistence, that he needed some layer of protection against whatever might face him outside this hotel door. An eternal love, a stinging rejection, or – perhaps worse – no end in sight.

Regulus’ fingers traced the taut string in fascination while his free hand grasped Barty’s once more before they spilled into the hallway, a many-limbed mythical creature of jittering nerves. 

“You lead the way, babe,” Barty teased, squeezing Regulus’ hand reassuringly.

With bated breath, Regulus began following the string. It was still just as tight, but it hadn’t shook or shown any signs of being pulled for a few minutes. He was beginning to worry he had imagined it.

Until he rounded a corner and there – there the string ended. The string led straight to the door labelled with 117, disappearing in behind it. 

Regulus stopped in his steps, making Barty almost run into him.

“What?” Barty whispered, sensing the change in tension.

“It’s that one there.” Regulus’ eyes hadn’t left where the string disappeared in between the cracks. “Room 117.”

Barty’s breath hitched and Regulus swore he could hear him whisper sick, but chose to ignore it.

With tentative steps, Regulus moved closer towards the door until he stood in front of it. There was a faint sound of rustling and some form of indecipherable melody seeping out through the door, and though it might have been placebo, he felt oddly at peace in front of it. Choosing to follow Barty’s sentiments – don’t overthink – he lifted his knuckles to rap on the door once, twice, thrice. 

Any sound behind the door ceased. 

Regulus remained staring at the silver numbers on the dark brown wood, holding his breath. The complete lack of sound from Barty told him that he was doing the same, but he couldn’t bring himself to check, too wrapped up in the consequences of this singular moment.

No sounds from the door – but the string pulled once, twice, thrice.

Regulus looked down at the fickle thing, heart pounding in his chest. For the first time in his life, he wrapped his hand around the buzzing string and pulled too. An agent of his own fate, he pulled three times himself. Unsure if that was what he was meant to do, wholly unaware of what else there was to do.

To his utter amazement and deepest fear, the string went slightly slack, almost as if the other person had let it go. Instead, the doorknob twisted.

With rusted screeching hinges, creaking wood and the screaming of Regulus’ heart, the door swung open to reveal – you.

You stood before them, in an outfit they would come to know as quintessential you, staring at them with slightly parted lips and wide eyes. When his gaze trailed down your every feature, they finally landed on what he never thought he would see; his final string reaching out from his hand and circling neatly around your wrist. Regulus’ eyes remained trained on that sight, digesting it.

“She’s beautiful,” Barty breathed out. Not one for silences, not even now. Your eyes moved from looking at Regulus’ own wrist to Barty’s and then up to his face, still equally rattled. Barty cleared his throat a little and Regulus looked up to see a spark in his green eyes that he had seen many a time but never aimed at someone else. “You’re beautiful,” he clarified, daring to smile a little at you. 

To Regulus’ joy, you let out a laugh. It was an airy, almost teary laugh, one that summarised every intensity of this very moment. 

“Well, thank you… erm, and, hi.” Your voice was melodic, creeping up over Regulus’ skin and into his ears. 

“Hi, amour,” he whispered back, squeezing Barty’s hand reassuringly at the usage of his pet name. He tried to open his mouth to say more, but the words got stuck. 

“I… I can’t believe…” You seemed utterly bewildered as a smile grew on your face, taking them both in rapidly. 

Regulus had never considered what it would mean for their third partner that he and Barty found each other so long ago, that she had been without them both for so long, waiting, hoping. It made him a little choked up. 

“This is the strangest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.” Barty’s declaration and accompanying laugh zapped Regulus of some of his remaining nerves. 

“Strange as in horrifying or… exciting?” Your voice was a bit small, but your expression was so encaptivating that Regulus saw Barty melting.

“Most excited I have felt in years. Certainly more than I will feel at the circus.”

A surprised bark of laughter escaped you. “At the what?”

Barty grinned – Regulus couldn’t help but do the same. “We have a lot to catch up on, love, but it… it would be an honour to do so. Mind if we come in?”

Your eyes shone with a glossy sense of endearment and mischief that Regulus knew would mould perfectly into their relationship. You took a step back and gestured inside. “Please do. Just don’t kill me.”

“Oh, he would never,” Barty said, already beginning to enter, suddenly more than eager to meet his last soulmate. He shot you a wink. “I might though.”

Regulus met your eyes as Barty’s hand dragged him in, milking the moment of eye contact for all its worth. “He won’t,” he whispered in passing.

“Oh, I figured,” you stage-whispered after him with a beaming smile.

You shut the door behind them, and a new chapter began.

[dalekofchaos]

What if the Galactic Empire won the Battle of Endor?

So, the Empire has won the Battle of Endor. Here’s what I think would’ve happened.

Rebel Alliance failed to destroy the reactor and 80% of the Rebellion Navy was slaughtered by the Imperial Navy. The ground team failed to destroy the Bunker and were all executed by the Imperials on Endor and the Ewoks were all slaughtered. But for story purposes, let’s say Han chose his heart above victory and takes his crew and runs. The only survivors being Han, Leia, Chewie and the droids. 

Luke gave in to his darker emotions and killed his father. and Luke became Sidious’s apprentice. I tend to have Luke’s Sith name be Darth Zhoun, but in this scenario I think it would be something different.  Darth Scion: A descendant or heir, especially of a wealthy or prominent family: scion of the ruling dynasty. or simply Starkiller. I think it would be the complete opposite of Luke so it fits him.

The Rebel Alliance, for all intents and purposes, is dead as well. They have lost most of their fleet, all of their leadership, and their morale is crushed. The Death Star, now completed and pretty much invincible, destroys Mon Calamari, Chandrilla, Virgilla 7, Kashyyyk, and Polis Massa, along with other Rebel worlds. Remnants of the Alliance fleet, including Garm Bel Iblis, regroup around Sullust, only to be destroyed by Inferno Squad. Palpatine rules ascendant, and tightens his grip on the galaxy. 

Now, the Empire transitions from a fascist, totalitarian government into a Dark Side Theocracy. New, enormous Super Star Destroyers enter service, followed by terrifying new war droids and tanks. Gradually, Regional Governors and Moffs disappear, and Dark Side Adepts take their place. Any resistance is followed by the destruction of one’s planet.

Palpatine and Luke grow to unimaginable strength in the dark-side, more powerful than any one before them. The empire begins to capture and seize the known galaxy, while also preparing to fight the Yuzhon Vong. At this point, the Empire has hundreds of World Devastators, dozens of Death Star’s and Galaxy Gun’s, basically every superweapon possible, Palpatine has. 

5 Years after the Battle of Endor, Palpatine brings World Devastators into service. He plants them in astroid belts to get larger and larger, and produce unimaginable amounts of war material. Any planet that resists will get utterly obliterated by the Devastators. None do.

By 10 years after the Battle of Endor, Palpatine has mastered the Dark Side of the force. He has stashes of Clone Bodies to inhabit whenever he dies. He is essentially immortal.

By 15 years after the Battle of Endor, the Unknown Regions and the Deep Core are completely conquered. Palpatine nationalizes resources, in order to increase the production of ships and World Devestators. Palpatine reigns supreme over the entire galaxy. The only thing holding him back is that he cannot go into the intergalactic void and attack other galaxies. New Death Stars are built.

20 years after the Battle of Endor, the Yuuzhang Vong finish their trip through the intergalactic void. In one fell swoop, they are destroyed by Palpatine at the Battle of Vector Prime.

Palpatine sees how the Yuuzhan Vong entered the galaxy: a hole in the hyperspace barrier that separates the Star Wars galaxy from the rest of the universe. Palpatine can now attack other galaxies.

30 Years after the Battle of Endor, Palpatine has captured the 8 companion galaxies that orbit the Star Wars galaxy. He is now of unimaginable power. He holds entire galaxies in a trance with the Dark Side of the Force.

Now, Palpatine moves to attack other galaxies with Luke as his right hand and Mara his left hand. But, this will take many years to do so. Just traveling to the nearest unconquered galaxy will take years. Palpatine does so. A task force comprising of dozens of Super Star Destroyers, World Devestators, and Death Stars, just a fraction of the Empire’s might, leaves the known universe. And, slowly, but surely, the people of the galaxy feel a veil lifted off of their consciousness. Palpatine, now so far away from the known universe, can barely influence the people of a galaxy far, far away.

On a remote enclave on Dantooine, a shoddy hideout on Correlia, and from the depths of the ocean world Manaan, rebel leaders slowly leave the hideouts and begin to meet all across the galaxy. An aged but wise Leia Organa, Han Solo and their son Ben. And so begins rebellion, and a new hope rises in the galaxy…

[mortallyclearwonderland]

Star Wars Alien Species - Tash

Hepsalum Tash, known collectively as "the Tash" were a sentient species native to the Dagobah in the Dagobah system.

Dagobah was located in the Sluis sector of the Outer Rim Territories. Despite the fact that it was located near the Rimma Trade Route, it was reachable only by obscure hyperlanes.

Dagobah was a harsh, humid, swampy planet, mostly covered in shallow marshland, interspersed with stifling forests and at least one cave. There were very few truly open bodies of water on the planet: the water supply was thinly invested throughout the planet's main habitat, swampland, although there were vast expanses of mud fields. Dagobah was home to many creatures, such as bogwings, dragonsnakes, nudj, sleens, vine snakes, and swamp slugs. Examples of flora included the Adder moss, the hassling, Gnarltree and Meat flower. The planet was devoid of any technology advanced civilization, although the reclusive, pre-industrial Hepsalum Tash did call it home.

Hundreds of years before the Clone Wars, the Jedi Minch battled and killed a powerful Bpfasshi Dark Jedi on the planet. The Dark Jedi's energies absorbed into its surroundings, tainting the cave where he was slain with the dark side.

The planet seldom appeared in astrography charts and it was discovered and re-scouted several times. The first official Republic survey of Dagobah occurred in 39 BBY. A team of Alderaanian explorers were stranded there but were devoured by wildlife, while a pre-Clone Wars expedition was forced to resort to cannibalism.

In early 22 BBY, a Republic research team under Halka Four-Den was stationed on Dagobah to research the native flora and fauna. From even the initial assessment, the team concluded that Dagobah was crawling with an incredible diversity of life, and made notes to recommend Dagobah for more extensive surveys, given the likely advances in genetics and medicine that even a few of its lifeforms would cause. Unfortunately, Halka Four-Den and her research team died on Dagobah before they could be retrieved. Likely due to the outbreak of the Clone Wars, their distress signals were ignored until it was too late. The few survivors were forced to raise their children as cannibals. At the outbreak of the war, Jedi Master Yoda discovered thirty-eight worlds deleted from the Jedi Archives, Dagobah was one of them.

In a late stage of the war, and under the guidance of the spirit of Qui-Gon Jinn, Yoda briefly traveled to Dagobah seeking answers to explain mysterious "voices" only he could hear. There, he was given the spiritual task of finding out how to become one with the Force and achieve true immortality. Yoda noted how strong the planet was with the Force, and learned from Qui-Gon's Force-spirit that it was one of the purest places in the Galaxy. This formed the basis for why Yoda eventually chose to endure his time in Exile there. During this short visit, Yoda entered the tainted cave and experienced a powerful vision showing him the extent of the Sith's tightening hold on the galaxy, the impending destruction of the Jedi Order, and the confirmed existence of Darth Sidious.

In 19 BBY, at the beginning of the Great Jedi Purge, Yoda entered into exile in the swamps of Dagobah via an Escape pod from Polis Massa, after facing Darth Sidious. Having experienced visions of the impending destruction of the Jedi Order during his first visit to Dagobah, Yoda had decided long before that if this clouded future should become a reality he would return there. By choosing a world that "didn't exist" and living on a planet writhing with the Living Force, Yoda remained completely undetectable. He made his dwelling near the Cave of Evil, which further negated his light side presence.

At some point, Yoda encountered the clone of Galen Marek, who like Marek took on the name Starkiller, when the clone went to Dagobah to find himself. He allowed Starkiller inside the Dark Cave, telling him that he was simply a watcher.

Tash Arranda and Zak Arranda met Yoda on the planet, but he chose not to train them in the Jedi ways at that time, explaining to them he was awaiting a different student. Afterwards, the Arrandas assisted in the rescue of the descendants of the survey team dispatched in 22 BBY, thus ridding Dagobah of the closest thing to an "advanced civilization" it had probably ever boasted. They were likely rehabilitated by the Alliance to Restore the Republic.

Despite it being a remote planet, it as well as the system it belonged to nonetheless was included as a destination in the Intergalactic Passport, with it being specifically recommended that any space travelers who stop at Dagobah must carry all-purpose antihistamine tablets and topical ointments at all times during visits there in order to lessen the effects of various insect bites that likely occur there.

The Tash were a simple people, who valued peace. The Tash were reclusive by nature, and the impenetrable thicket of Dagobah's surface was ideal for them. Their cumbersome appearance belied their abilities as craftsmen of skill. The Tash fashioned utensils, clothing, and musical instruments. They derived great enjoyment from listening to stories, songs, and from smoking pipes.

Their skin was tough and leathery, and would hang in folds off their thick limbs. Its coloration would vary from a pale yellow ochre to a deep sienna red-brown. Sexual dimorphism was apparent in the Hepsalum Tash, with tiger-stripe marks and spotting indicating gender. Those features could also be used to distinguish age. The Hepsalum Tash also featured long, flexible necks, which ended in a flat, broad, and whiskered face. As a result, their heads and necks had a worm-like appearance, which was considered "curious." Their right hand was more claw-like in nature, and could be used to forage for roots and ground nuts, which were an important element of their vegetarian diets. Their left hands were more humanoid in nature, however.

Tash can grow to 8 meters or 26 feet in height or more.

Tash age at the following stages:

1 - 30 Child

31 - 99 Young Adult

100 - 399 Adult

400 - 699 Middle Age

700 - 799 Old

Examples of Names: Makuursh, Ploutonshaa.

Languages: The Tash speak clearly in their own language of Tash. Their isolation from civilized space means that few Tash have the opportunity to learn other languages.

[nymphl]

Bloodbound - A vampire!Hux x Reader - Ch. 2 - A deal with the Devil or... the bloody Emperor

A/N - Hello there General Kenobi! xD Welcome to the second chapter of Bloodbound. As promised, here I am to upload to tumblr chapter 2. I hope you like it <3 This chapter is very big, but smaller than last chapter. I promise I’m really working on chapter 4, but this is my most complex story, so it takes time and research to write the chapters. Anyways, thanks to everyone who’s been reading and giving notes and all. Love you. Happy reading <3

Story summary:  Bound by blood… After you left the First Order and joined the Resistance, moved with a deep hatred for General Armitage Hux, you never expected to meet said man in a Gala in Canto Bight, nor that your past was intimately interlaced with his. When the past is written in blood, can you start anew, a new chapter of your own, or are you forever bound to him? When all is said and done, can you still keep on hating a man who has all eternity to hate himself?

Warnings for the entire story: Will contain at times; graphic violence, sex, drugs and manipulation, coarse language and OOCness.

AO3 tags:  from lovers to enemies; from enemies to lovers; partners to lovers; eventual romance; vampire!hux; vampires in space; vampires, blood, blood binds; First Order; Resistance; power play; politics; Hux backstory; political alliances; political betrayals; vampire sex; shameless smut; memory loss; mesmerizing; vampire powers; vampire politics; Starkiller Base; military prowess; empire; emperor; Emperor!Hux; dhampirs.

Wordcount: 6723.

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Imperial Palace, Canto Bight, Cantonica

Imperial Suite

Dawn

BLOOD.

Thick and crimson.

Screams.

Deafening and shrilling.

Pain.

Unbearable and excruciating.

Even though a few hours had gone by since he tasted your blood, he could still reminisce as if his fangs were still deep buried in your skin. The scene was fresh in his mind; he could feel your very pain in his bones.

Armitage Hux closed his eyes while supporting himself over the parapet of his balcony. A fissure immediately appeared in the concrete under the pressure of his fingers. However, the sound of something cracking wasn’t enough to shake him off his trance.

He had to go further.

He needed to know more.

Yet, no matter how many times he visited the gore scene, he couldn’t go past your screams and the poor treatment you received by the Poli Massans. It didn’t help he saw it through your eyes and whatever you saw and whatever you felt was all he could see and feel.

You lay there, in the hospital bed, your brow furrowed while you bit your lip as another wave of contraction hit you with full force. There was no one to accompany you; no one to hold your hand as you screamed for help. For the pain to just… stop.

And although he knew he shouldn’t — because he didn’t have any right to feel this way — he couldn’t help feeling guilty. It creeped through his veins and gripped his heart like a vice.

At such stage of your pregnancy, he had already figured out your child was his. Not of another. His. At first, he didn’t know how it could happen — vampires didn’t procreate, they couldn’t; immortality was a gift conceded to a few and with it, one had to give up on lots of things, including the ability to give birth —, but he quickly realized what happened. You got pregnant before his trip to the Inner Rim on a mission.

And yet… even aware of a fact that could change everything between you, he didn’t reach out. He knew that if he just wanted, he could find you. It’d be so easy. But he remained true to his promise. He sticked to his word. 

He always did.

Instead, he kept Dopheld Mitaka on your heels, helping you in any way he could. Offering you the comfort of a good house, food and even a decent and safe job. Key word: safe. And for the Maker, how much of a surprise it was to learn you were working as a journalist — badmouthing him, nonetheless. He did try to keep you away from the media outlets, but there was so much he could do from afar.

When you became famous — a widely known journalist writing for The Canto Bight Gazette —, it was impossible not to know where you lived. And yet, he never looked for you…

Until now.

So, no… He didn’t have any right to feel guilty as he watched you screaming and squirming in pain as the Polis Massan, with the assistance of a medical droid, helped you through the process of giving birth.

He didn’t have any right to feel an excruciating pain and utter despair as one of the doctors held a baby boy who didn’t move, who didn’t cry.

And no… He didn’t have any right to feel frustrated as everything went black and you passed out in the hospital bed, too exhausted to remain awake. To even see if your child — his child — survived.

Remorse was a feeling reserved for those who at least tried — and he didn’t. He had taken precautions to protect you, it’s true, but he doubted you would understand. He certainly didn’t feel like he deserved it for starters.

Kriffs!

His eyes snapped open — his full-blown pupils delineated by a small ring of crimson; the usual bluish color of his irises long gone — and he noticed the damage done to the parapet. Stepping away, he ran his hand through his ginger hair, removing it from his face.

It was when he noticed it, the sun rising in the horizon.

Usually, he’d be in the safety of his bedroom, but this time around he decided to stay in the balcony. Unlike popular belief, vampires could bear the sunlight for a few minutes. Considering it was sunrise — the same applied to sundown —, he could withstand the rays for a decent amount of time.

It is, such rule applied for vampires used to exposing themselves to the sun. For someone like him who hadn’t felt the warmth of the morning star for a couple of years, only pain was about to be ensured.

But the Supreme Leader was nothing if not obstinate and no matter how much pain he’d have to endure, he decided he’d watch the sunrise. That, or he wanted to punish himself for what he knew to be terrible choices in the past.

Canto Bight Police Headquarters, Cantonica

A few hours before dawn

You felt your heart hammering against your ribcages as you left the Police Department, leaving behind a very pissed off Police Chief behind. He didn’t need to say anything — he wouldn’t dare, not with the Emperor himself being so close to you —, but no words were needed. It was quite clear his distaste for the whole situation.

The chilly air caressed your face and you couldn’t help shivering. Before you had enough time to even blink, a warm coat was placed upon your shoulders. Your breath stuck in your throat as his fingers — not as warm as when he feed on you —, lightly brushed the base of your neck.

And before you could say anything — kriffs! Before you could understand your reaction to his touch —, he was gesturing towards his landspeeder for you to climb in. Part of you half expected an entourage, at least some security guards — what were they called nowadays? Imperial Guards? Imperial Hounds? You decided not to question him — and, really, it didn’t seem like a creature such as himself needed protection.

You knew for a fact that the previous Supreme Leader didn’t need protection either, but the Praetorian Guards followed him everywhere he went. They were there, at least for the show.

Casting a glance at him, unsure whether you should climb in the vehicle, or let him go alone, you took your time mulling over your two options. The first would get you to the answers you sought easier, the second, however…

You shook your head. You had already given him your answer and it was a resounding yes.  

I-I… Yes.

You’d be damned if you backed down now. It was a unique opportunity, something you couldn’t just throw away that easily.

Yet…

It didn’t mean you were ready to be in his company as of now. You needed time… time to think and mainly to come up with a backup plan, in case something went wrong — because honestly, the odds were against you.

He seemed to sense your uneasiness, for he approached you. His impossibly blue eyes set on your face, “If you have anywhere else to be…”

It didn’t take a genius to understand the meaning of his words. If you have someone else to go back to… If you took your time analyzing him — not only his words — you’d have noticed his distant approach to the whole situation. The man intent on having you at his side was long gone — in spite of his offer —; he was definitely more distracted than you’d seen him all night.

“I’m a widow,” you offered, nonetheless.

He narrowed his eyes, watching you intensely. It was obvious your answer seemed rushed and untrue and for a creature such as himself — a vampire! You expected the Emperor to be many things, except the creature you loathed the most in the universe —, smelling lies was as easy as smelling blood. He new you were a widow, you said so yourself earlier that night and he didn’t seem like a man who enjoyed being told anything twice.  

“I do have a condition, though,” you spoke, trying to change topics. If you were to really go with him, to be his… — whatever he wanted you to be; he didn’t set the terms yet — you had to set a few clauses that needed to be fulfilled. 

There was no answer from his part, not even a nod. At each minimal interaction you grew surer of his dislike of unnecessary words. Before you could say anything, he raised two fingers, silencing you for good.

The Supreme Leader tilted his head slightly aside, as if listening to something you couldn’t quite grasp in your weakened state. He rounded on you, his hand on your back as he gently guided you inside the landspeeder. 

“Let’s go.”

Canto Casino Hotel, Canto Bight, Cantonica

Random room

Mid-day

You looked around the room you chose to contact the Resistance as you waited for See-Threepio to bring your children to the room where General Organa’s comm station was placed. The Canto Casino Hotel was huge — otherworldly — and you could say the same about the chambers you’ve been given. You hadn’t even seen the majority of it, but only the anteroom was bigger than your apartment. It was obvious the Supreme Leader spared no effort to charm his business partners — if you could consider yourself as such.

Kriffs! You bet this very room — which looked like an unused storeroom — was enough to fit two apartments such as yours.   

Poe was in silence, but his tense standing denounced how quickly his mind was working. It was obvious neither approved of your decision, but General Organa — as always — seemed more understanding. She knew you had to do it — and for your reasons only; something she didn’t support, but respected, nonetheless. 

It didn’t take much convincing on the Emperor’s part to keep you by his side. As soon as he explained what his proposal was and actually invited you — he made sure to let you know you were free to come and go as you pleased; you were by no means a prisoner — to work for him. With him. There was no need for further explanations, for as soon as he closed his mouth, you agreed.

I-I… Yes.

He seemed stunned for brief a moment. The thing with the Emperor was that he was a man who quickly schooled his face, no matter how dire the situation. You shook your head, unable to understand where that came from. It felt as if you had worked with him previously, when, in truth you had just met him.

I’ll take up on your offer.   

Right now, you thought that was undoubtedly not the best decision. Not one made with a clear head. But you couldn’t back down. Not now. Not ever.

Not when you had in your hands the chance to destroy the Empire. All you had to do was to show — truly show — how corrupt and dirty that kriffing First Order was. It would be up for the people to wake up and face that tyrannical government.

“Minara,” Poe started, not even bothering to hide his frustration. His tired voice dragged you from whatever you were thinking and planning. “You should reconsider. It’s dangerous! It’s not safe! It’s—

“Dameron! Drop it!” At your firm intonation, he snapped out of it and looked at you, his brown eyes focused on your face. “I know what I’m doing. I’ll be okay.”

He cast a glance over his shoulder to the General, as if expecting her to agree with him — which she undoubtedly did, you knew her enough to know when she disagreed with something and for the maker, it was the second time in a row that you saw them agreeing with each other in such a short notice —, to help him.

“What do you want me to do? She won’t change her mind.”    

With a defeated sigh, he sat on a chair and ran his fingers through his dark tresses, keeping his head between his hands.

Obviously, none of them knew that the Emperor was a vampire. You doubted the General would be so comprehensive if she only dreamed about it. 

There was a minute of silence that was only broken by the loud fight of your children. Threepio — while obviously stating he’d die of old circuits before your children stopped fighting — had no success driving them apart. You couldn’t understand much of what they’re saying, but it didn’t take a genius to get they’re blaming each other for the fact you didn’t return last night. 

Steela — and you should’ve expected that — was pestering Nik, to the point he was about to explode in tears. You always wondered why he never fought back, but it was simply not in his nature. And in spite of their endless fights, Steela was always ready to defend her little brother whenever someone only directed a hard glance at him at school.

You drew in a sharp breath and rose to your feet.  

“Stop it, Steela! Leave him alone.”

“Mom!” they exclaimed in unison. Steela ran to the front of comm station and Nik wiped the traces of tears in his eyes as he, too, made his way to you.

“I’m sorry, mom,” he spoke; his lower lip trembling. It was obvious that he was on edge not only because of Steela’s teasing. His red eyes made it very clear that he didn’t sleep well last night — if he slept at all.

You couldn’t help feeling guilty. You wanted to contact them, to tell them everything was just fine — and that you loved them dearly —, but in a room chosen by the Emperor himself, you couldn’t risk exposing your children.  

“Oh, sweetie.” You outstretched your hand. All of a sudden, you wished you could hold him — hold them — in your arms. “There’s nothing to forgive you for.” Turning your attention to Steela, you added, eyes narrowed, “I assume you took good care of your brother last night.”

She blushed.

And lowered her blue eyes.

“I am sorry, mom…” She turned to her brother and held her hand. “I am sorry, Nik.”

He seemed a bit suspicious of her outstretched hand, but took it, nonetheless. He then drew her into a hug. Steela hated hugging — or any sort of physical contact, but she let go this time and embraced her brother back.

A sigh of relief left you. For the next few hours you wouldn’t have to worry about the two of them trying to murder each other. Sometimes you wished Nik could give his sister a harder time. If he did, you were sure she’d leave him to his devices a little bit more. Steela got easily bored and Nik proved to be the perfect distraction she needed.

“Listen.” You hated to break their little moment. “I won’t be home for a few days.”

“What?” they said in unison. “Why?” Steela asked shortly after. “Are you going somewhere?”

Poe scoffed, folding his arms. “Yeah. Explain that.”

You looked at him, tempted to call him out on his attitude. All you wanted to say was Don’t be ridiculous, but you decided it was best not to pay him any attention.

“I’ll be working with the Supreme Leader.”

“The Emperor?” Steela asked, genuinely curious. “But you hate him!”

Poe shifted his attention to your daughter, giving her thumbs up he thought you didn’t see. You narrowed your eyes, visibly displeased.

“Poe!” General Organa put a hand on his shoulder, drawing him back. He cast a glance at you before retreating. “Let’s go. Threepio…” The golden droid shifted his attention to her, his face always the perfect image of a startled droid, “take care of the children while we fetch some sweet-sand cookies and tarine tea.”

Before he could say anything — do anything to prevent her from leaving, she was already gone; Poe hot on her trails.

“Princess Leia! Commander Poe! Don’t leave me alone!”

As no one paid any attention to his cries for help — and your children exchanged glances that meant the protocol droid would be in trouble very soon —, he raised his hands and let out his customary, “I’m doomed!”  

You rolled your eyes as they sat on the wooden floor, waiting anxiously for your explanation. Steela had a guilty look on her face — which you quickly dismissed as if she was merely acknowledging her mistake in teasing her brother endlessly —and Nik was struggling to stay awake.

“Listen, Steela…” you started, not sure of what your next words should be. “The Supreme Leader and I… we… We don’t see eye to eye, it’s true… But—

“Don’t go,” Nik cut you amidst your sentence. Usually, you hated it when any of them interrupted you so rudely, but the look in his eyes was enough to hold you off. “The Emperor is a bad man.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

The Emperor was, indeed, a bad man. And Steela was right. You hated him — with every fiber in your being and every bone in your body. But the opportunity was too good to pass. Who knows when the Emperor would let another member of the Resistance approach him? Who knows what you could uncover — and how many people you could help — under the disguise of his… assistant? Whatever it was he wanted you to do/be for him. He didn’t get into the specifics as of yet.

“You’re right, Nik,” you conceded with a tired sigh. Part of you wanted to keep them close, but you knew it was a risk not worth taking. As it was, you were already risking too much talking to them in the enemy’s territory. “He’s a bad man. And what do we do with bad men?”

He cast his eyes down, not daring too look at you as he mumbled in a voice you could barely hear, “We don’t let them hurt people.”

There was a full minute of silence, as if each of them took in what you said. Until—

“But mom!”

You expected Steela to start complaining — she always did —, but this time it came from Nik. His sister was looking at you with those intense blue eyes of hers, not daring to say anything. You felt a shiver run down your spine even before you heard her question.

“We will meet the Emperor?”

“No!” It was your answer — but you were not alone in this. Nik — and only the Maker could know why — was adamant in his answer. Ever since both of your children were old enough to read, they once caught you writing about the Emperor — back then, he was merely a General, the poster-boy, as you so called him —, they became… well, Stella became a bit obsessed with meeting him. She wanted to see with her own two eyes the man you felt so strongly about. And Nik… Nik… Well, Nik didn’t want to see him at all. If the Emperor was a man you couldn’t stand, he couldn’t either.

“Listen…” you started, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth. “I understand I caught you both off guard and that I promised to get you to the amusement park next weekend, but I won’t be with you next week…” The expression on their faces was crestfallen and the customary but, mom! didn’t reach your years. That, or Nik did that thing about communicating telepathically with his sister and told her to stay quiet for a change. “We’ve got to lay low for a bit and I still don’t know how much long I’ll be gone for, but I promise to keep in touch whenever possible, okay?”

There was no answer from their part. Only silence. Whenever it happened — which honestly was pretty rare —, you felt guiltier than ever. It was obvious they wanted to go to the amusement park for a while and you promised it so long ago… but with your job — both in The Canto Bight Gazette and for the Resistance — everything got a bit… chaotic with the Emperor’s visit and you didn’t have enough time for anything. That… and obviously they misbehaved at school and you had no choice except to ground them for weeks in a row.

Their uninterrupted silence made you sigh tiredly. No one said being a single mom of twins was going to be easy, you reminded yourself.

Nik even opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself when Steela placed her hand over his and shook her head. He seemed to be against whatever she said in her mind — and not for the first time you wished you could have the gift of reading thoughts —, but he agreed with a begrudgingly fine shortly after.

You wanted to say something, to force them to tell you what was going on — what they were hiding from you — but before you could say anything else, you heard the sound of both General Organa and Poe’s voice.

“Who’s ready for some cookies?”

“Yay!” Steela said in blatant disinterest, while not moving from her spot at all. Poe pulled her by the hand to her feet and scooped her in his arms, pulling her over his shoulders. “And who’s ready for some piloting lessons?”

It was all it took to have her blue eyes shining as brightly as the sky outside. She stared at you, waving her hand excitedly, “Bye, mom!” As they left the room, you could barely hear her excited squeals as she asked to learn a new trick or two that afternoon. From Poe, you barely got a judging stare.  

Nik raised to his feet, but he didn’t leave the spot; his bluish eyes intense on you. General Organa stopped right behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders. She smiled sympathetically at you. Having raised a son before — a son who parted from her so young and was taken from her not long after —, she knew what it was to talk to children and explain… difficult things.

“Take care of your sister for me, huh?” You said, itching to touch his face and mess his ginger hair affectionately — something he utterly hated. “Tell your sister I love you both.”

He nodded, accepting the hand General Organa offered him. Not a single word left his lips as he turned on his heels and left the room in her company. Alone, you let out a tired sigh and a loud Kriffing hell.

“Goodbye, Mistress Minara,” Threepio said, ready to shut down the connection.

You ran your hand through your hair and raised your eyes to face the golden protocol droid. You couldn’t help but furrow your brows, recalling your own silver protocol droid back at home. You didn’t lose time in asking what happened to D-Five.

“Oh… Mistress Minara…” You could’ve sworn he was… sad? “I’m afraid to be the bearer of terrible news.”

You almost rolled your eyes. What could be worse than asking to dismount a droid just to put the parts in random places, so it wouldn’t function properly later?

“What did they do this time?”

There was a moment of silence, as if General Organa’s faithful droid was choosing the best words to tell you the news.

“Spill it, Threepio!”

“Yes… Ah… Of course!” At the look he saw in your face, he couldn’t stop apologizing. “I am sorry for my tactlessness, Mistress Minara!”

Oh, Maker! Why must all protocol droids behave in such prolific way?

“I am afraid the twins recorded a message on Deefive…” Okay… So far so good. Nothing to be concerned about and even though it wasn’t the protocol droid’s primary usage, it could be used to record messages. You were now left wondering about the name of their addressee. It seemed pretty harmless — if you considered the activities one could caught your children doing. “…and he now is entrusted with the mission of delivering it himself to the Supreme Leader.”

“They did WHAT?”

Canto Casino Hotel, Canto Bight, Cantonica.

Your chambers

One hour before dawn

There was no need to look at the sky to know night was almost over. Judging from the time you spent in the Police Department and the light cast over the holoposters displaying the Supreme Leader’s image, you could bet it was almost dawn.

Almost.

Bitting your bottom, you couldn’t help getting apprehensive because of the Emperor — and part of you wished he’d burn in the morning sun. He cast one last glance around before guiding you inside the Canto Casino Hotel. His hand was firm on your back and he only let go when both of you stopped in front of your room.

The best room of the entire kriffing place.

“We’re followed.”

No.

You were wrong in your assertion. He was followed.

It was obvious he understood the meaning behind your words, for he nodded. His bluish eyes didn’t deviate from you as he stated, “My guards will be here shortly.”

You furrowed your brows. As far as you knew, there was someone following him and as soon as he left, you’d no longer be in danger. If you ever were. The Emperor didn’t strike as a man to leave his business partners to suffer greatly while in his presence — except, of course, that fell in step with his plans. Unless… He planned for you to suffer all along…

…which wouldn’t come up as a surprise.

You were his enemy.

It’d only be natural that he’d want to get rid of someone such as yourself. And yet, it’d would only attest to everything that was revealed about him tonight. Part of you didn’t want to recognize in such a fierce adversary a blatant stupidity.

And yet… dictators weren’t exactly known for their regards towards their foes. Or for thinking longer than the reach of their noses.

Ego…

…it blinded them. And it allowed Resistances to rise and defeat them in the due time.

“I can handle myself,” you retorted, recognizing in his offer no more than a preposterous way of watching you.

It didn’t take any telepathic powers to know he was displeased with your answer. His very eyes — of that impossible shade of blue — denounced him. The tenseness in his shoulders corroborated with your hypothesis. You could’ve backed down — and perhaps you should have; he knew his enemies, you didn’t. And yet… every bristling hair in your body told you to hold your ground against the tyranny of his suggestion.

That or the guilty that would assault you as soon as you closed the door and realized that for the first time, your hatred — you didn’t even know where it was born — didn’t get the best of you.

It wasn’t always you disagreed with your guts — working as an investigative journalist taught you that you’d have to trust the facts and the proofs you had in your hands, but above everything else, you’d have to trust your guts — but this time you wanted to.

“Your conditions…” he offered, stepping inside your chambers.

Not knowing what to do, you watched as he inspected the very corners of your bedroom, looking for… whatever he was looking for. You followed him, a few steps behind as he completed his thorough search. In spite of the fact there was nothing to be found — what kind of enemy did he have to leave such obvious traces? —, he sported a posture of visible tenseness.  

You wetted your bottom lip.

Your conditions…

Right. 

“I know what you are,” you started, looking straight at him. Even though he was staring at you, you could say he was focused elsewhere. And wasn’t he the whole night? Or ever since he came to your rescue in the Police Department? “And I don’t want you messing with my head.”

He pocketed his hands and for a brief moment, you could say he’d look down. He didn’t. His bluish eyes remained on your face. You felt discouraged for a moment — it was crystal clear he didn’t regret reading your thoughts earlier, in search of what, only the maker could’ve a guess —, but you took a deep breath.

“My thoughts are mine alone…” You held his gaze as you continued in a whisper, as the sound of steps approaching the room was heard, “as is my blood.”

Before he could come up with any replies, you walked him outside, not even deigning him the wish of a good night.

Imperial Palace, Canto Bight, Cantonica

Dining room

Sunset

It was weird — to say the least.

To have the Emperor watching you while you ate was rather… unnerving. Even though you said you’d rather not have dinner with him, he insisted. After all, business deals were sealed at dinners, so why shouldn’t you discuss the terms of your… job at the dining table? Not to mention, that was a great opportunity to see how he behaved when it was only the two of you with no pair of eyes watching your interaction. Yet, it didn’t make having those impossibly blue orbs set on you less intimidating.

Instead of eating — you knew vampires could eat if they so wished, but he didn’t have to keep the façade with you —, he was merely drinking. A human servant poured the same Bespin Port served at the Gala last night into both of your glasses.

You couldn’t help but notice he’d a horizontal scar on his left wrist. It wasn’t exactly news that vampires all around the world — General Organa once told you how the few vampire politicians she met in her life didn’t shy away from having blood slaves — kept humans and other species too as personal donators. As slave trades became more and more unethical and planets who heavily relied on them watched their economies eroding slowly, the nefarious practice gave way to something quite similar — kriffs, it was the same thing with a fancy name! —, if not somber.

It brought another dark thought to the forefront of your mind. Earlier that day, right after you said goodbye to your children, you checked on the news, only to have the horrific image of a very dead Police Chief all over the Holonews.

You pushed your plate aside; your appetite long gone. The very image of his heart yanked off his chest in a display of brutal violence made your stomach churn heavily — even the high-priced wine didn’t sit well with you anymore.

It’d be a lie if you said you never imagined him — well, not exactly him, but a bunch of people, the Emperor included — dead. However, to see it like that was… completely different. You wanted the Police Chief to pay for his crimes, yes… that much is true, but you wanted him to do it alive.

At the head of the table, the Emperor brought his glass to his lips, watching you over the border of his chalice. He followed your eyes and noticed how they lingered on the servant’s wrist. By now, you were thoroughly distracted…

“I don’t do blood slaves,” he spoke as he dismissed the servant.

His voice was distant. No more than a whisper for your still messy senses, for your distant mind. When the meaning of his words — should you receive them with relief? — reached you, the words automatically spilled from your mouth, “But he’s one.”

“He was.”

His quick reply — you always thought him to be a man who took his time thinking his answers through — made you grip the napkin between your fingers with more force than necessary.

He was… It either meant the Supreme Leader didn’t do blood slaves anymore — did he find out the wonders of synthetic blood? Somehow, you doubted — or that he rescued the boy from the slave trade. You almost snorted. The very idea was ridiculous. The Emperor didn’t strike as a man who had any time — nor the disposition — to put an end to slave trades.

No.

Something smelled fishy.

You felt your blood pumping faster in your veins at the thought of unveiling the secret behind the I don’t do blood slaves. You wondered if it would lead to something bigger on him.    

There was silence for a brief moment as he studied you and you studied the possibilities of further investigating that seemingly unimportant topic. You bit your bottom lip, your thoughts all over the place.   

“You’ll know about it if you agree to my terms.”

Your head snapped in his direction. You did nothing to hide your fury at his blatant disregard of your conditions. Before you could open your mouth to make him remember them, he beat you to it, “I never agreed to these terms of yours”. The shadow of a smirk on the commissure of his lips made you tremble in anger at both yourself and him.

He rose to his feet, immediately offering you his hand. “Come, Miss Minara. We have a lot to discuss.”

Canto Bight Police Headquarters, Cantonica

Morning

Even though he tried, he couldn’t bring himself to sleep. Whenever he closed his lids, he’d be assault with images of you lying in the hospital bed, blood trickling your legs as you screamed in pain.

Whenever he opened his eyes, he’d see your blood, but differently from the hazy, fading image, it was a much vivid and recent scene. In it, the blood trickled down the side of your mouth.

Hux even reached for your thoughts, but you easily blocked him. Not for the first time, he found himself astonished with your ability to keep him away — it wasn’t everyday that he found a mere human capable of keeping vampires at bay. He couldn’t help the pride spreading in his chest. At least, he wouldn’t have to teach you that.

He knew it wasn’t because he had fed on you. That much he was sure of. No, judging from the way you moved your jaw as if it hurt, he knew you’d been assaulted.

So, despite the fact that it was mid-morning and the sun was high in the sky, he left the safety of his rooms — of his Palace — and was now in front of the one responsible for hurting you.

On the way to the Police Headquarters, he lost no time doing a thorough search on the Police Chief’s career. It didn’t come off as a surprise that he’d been removed from the Corporation before due to his own misdeeds and that you’d been the one to denounce him in The Canto Bight Gazette.

At the same time, you brought that newspaper prestige, you also put your life on the line. It was obvious you were still alive no thanks to him. He’d have to put on a compensation for General Mitaka latter.

Hux waited for no announcement before he entered the Police Chief’s office and closed the door behind himself. He’d some questions for the man — questions he wasn’t sure he could ask of you as of yet, but that he desperately needed answers for — and decide his fate based on how well he answered them.

Part of him expected the corrupt Police Chief to fail miserably.

Imperial Palace, Canto Bight, Cantonica

Emperor’s Study

Now

There was no discussion about how opulent the Canto Casino Hotel was. However, the Imperial Palace was magnificent. It was grandiose. Even though you weren’t easily impressed, you couldn’t deny how much appeal the location held. You could certainly think of a few — screw that! There were several; hundreds even — that would applaud the Emperor’s choice.

To choose the Old City Boys’ domain to set up his Palace was audacious. The Supreme Leader was bold — a shiver ran down your spine as you recalled how he took you last night. You and the other mortals around could only imagine if he chose the Old City with the connivance of them or if he took it for himself without warning — to wage another War.      

Regardless of the answer — the true answer, not mere speculation —, he’d been cunning in his decision. It was a move that screamed of his power. He’d barely begun his reign and he’d already so much influence.  

The thought made you freeze. If he indeed took it by force, it could only mean the Resistance could be in danger… Someone powerful enough to destroy the Old City Boys could do so much worse to you. On the other hand… If he’d managed to seduce them — what in the kriffing hell did he offer that the Resistance and General Organa couldn’t? —…

You shook your head.

What a great foe the Supreme Leader was.

What a great foe indeed…

As soon as he opened the double doors of his gigantic — everything in this damn place was simply astoundingly huge — study, you couldn’t help but notice the windows. They covered floor to ceiling, displaying the entire Canto Bight to Emperor’s appraisal.

He walked to his desk while you stopped in front of one of those giant windows. He didn’t bother turning on the lights — he didn’t need them to see whatever he was looking for, and neither did you; the lighting cast by the holoposters outside was enough to enlighten the whole room.

It was no surprise to find out the holoposters featured his face. You kind of expected that. He was — you corrected yourself, is… He is… — the Emperor, after all. To see your analysis making the headlines was another story altogether.

Before you could say anything — or even wrap your head around everything that took place since yesterday —, he was offering you a shot of Port-in-a-Storm. Subconsciously, you brought the glass to your nose… and stopped when he snorted.

He said nothing.

He didn’t have to.

The message was clear in his blue eyes.

You shrugged and drank the wine at once, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand afterwards. It took you a while to get drunk with your slightly enhanced senses, but it didn’t mean you liked Port-in-a-Storm either.

He stood by your side, his shoulders almost brushing yours as you continued to watch the holoposters outside absently. Silence dominated the place and the only sound to remind you that at least one of you were still human — and alive — was the sound of your breath.   

“Say it.”

You cast a sideways glance at him. His voice was no more than a whisper — and in the quietness of the study, he didn’t need to stress the words for you to hear him. He knew — and you could only wonder how — that your senses were if not like his, at least similar.  

“I know you have questions for me.”

This time you didn’t hold yourself, “Several.”

He nodded, expressly indicating you should go ahead.

He expected your questions.

He wanted them.

He needed them.

He welcomed them.

The only reason why he brought you to the Imperial Palace wasn’t because he wanted to be in a secluded place to discuss the terms of your new function — whatever it was, so far you were in the dark. No. He’d far more darker intentions.

Here — in this very Palace —, he’d have the upper hand. He wanted to corner you. He wanted to play you and control the game. You were a mere puppet in the hands of the puppeteer.

You bit your bottom lip.

No.

You wouldn’t play this game. Not now. If you were ever to play a game with him, it would be on your terms. Not his. Never his.

So, no… Even though you’d several answers and he could answer every single one of them, you decided you wouldn’t ask them. At least, not right away.

You’d bid your time.

A little bit of caution could never hurt.

You turned to him; your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. It was a dangerous game… this one you were playing. One you wouldn’t be able to back down from, should the need arise. You drew in a breath. It was now or never.

“Show me.”

He looked at you, his impossibly blue eyes boring into yours. For the briefest of seconds, you felt that light pressure in your head. Then it was gone… You held your chin high and wetted your lips before you spoke — to see the most delightful reaction born in his regal face.

“Show me the world in your eyes.”

A/N - That’s all for now, kids! I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter. I know it’s big, but considering I update this story once a month or so, I think it’s kinda worth it? xD Anyways, I’ll be back with chapter 3 next Wednesday.  

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I haven't seen very many outertale sans x other ships. Here are some names. Black hole- Error x Outer Astrology- Sci x Outer Mars- Cherry x Outer Neptune- Blueberry x Outer Uranus- Classic x Outer Sun- Dream x Outer Earth- Ink x Outer Moon- Nightmare x Outer Pluto- Geno x Outer Supernova- Fresh x Outer

oh i always enjoy some good ships with outer!!

these shipnames are really cute!! most of these ships have other names the rarepair cult decided on together tho - lets compare!

blackhole was one of ours, actually, and so was astrology - they make the most sense, don’t they?

i really like the fell sans/outer one, mars is sooo cute!! we use fallenstar for them, but mars really fits too i think the cult needs to add that in

neptune for blue/outer is cute too - we use starfruit or bluestar for them

CLASSIC/OUTER IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHIPS EVER - i love them so much i actually made kids for them i should post them i don’t think i ever did - anyways, we use the shipname firststar for them! im actually lowkey curious on ur reasoning behind naming them uranus :0c

dream/outer and nightmare/outer oh boy i love these two ships ive actually been craving some good nightmare/outer lately - we named them dawn and dusk, respectively, although sun and moon also work well!!

ink/outer - haven’t seen much of this ship, but it’s very VERY GOOD - we use the names constellation or nebula (although personally i think nebula fits better bc nebulae are v colorful and they literally create new stars :Y) ((PLUS THE MOST WELL KNOWN NEBULA IS LITERALLY NAMED “THE PILLARS OF CREATION” HOW FUCKEN BADASS IS THAT))

our geno/outer name isnt as cute as pluto is, we call it dyingstar eesh - maybe we should discuss adding pluto in there ._.

there are actually two other ships we’ve named supernova that have to do with outer that isn’t this ship djjdndnsjfnnf - we named outer/killer ‘supernova’ (although ive seen starkiller thrown around a lot), and we named the poly between error, classic, and outer 'supernova’ as well

for outer and fresh, we named them neonlights!

for shipnames, you have to use what makes sense! for ships including outer, there’s a lot more to space than just planets, and you can get really creative with naming ships involving him - take firststar (classic/outer) for example. classic is from the original timeline, or the very first universe. we use blackhole for error/outer because black holes are destructive! astrology is the scientific study of stars!

it’s true that outer isn’t very well off in the fandom - calling his personality a copy of the original and all that - but when you get down into the story and the mental state of the character, outer’s character becomes a lot more interesting. i think the fandom missed a great opportunity to ship him.

and uh, i just wanna say, im really hoping jakei can do him some good with the next part of underverse - that is all

THE POINT IS i really love outer ok and yall can ask about my characterization of him if yall really wanna know - bc this answer is getting kinda long haha

but yeah, you gotta think about shipnames! you can’t just slap a name on a pairing and call it a day. the most clever shipnames are the ones that make sense and are thought out y'know?

[amilynh]

Star Wars Timeline

I need to add to this, but it is a good start.

~896 BBY -Yoda born

200 BBY -Chewbacca born

82 BBY -Sheev Palpatine born

72 BBY -Shmi Skywalker born

~67 BBY -Bail Organa born

57 BBY -Obi Wan Kenobi born

~55 BBY -Breha Organa born (between 59 and 49 BBY)

46 BBY -Padmé Amidala Naberrie born

41 BBY -Anakin Skywalker born

36 BBY -Ahsoka Tano born

33 BBY -Kanan Jarrus (Caleb Dume) born

32 BBY -Padmé Amidala becomes queen of Naboo, Trade Federation Blockade of Naboo, Anakin Skywalker wins the Boonta Eve Classic, Anakin Skywalker becomes padawan to Obi Wan Kenobi

~30 BBY -Lando Calrissian born

~29 BBY -Hera Syndulla born, Han Solo born

~27 BBY -Shmi Skywalker freed by Cliegg Lars and they marry

22 BBY -Padmé Amidala becomes a senator from Naboo, death of Shmi Skywalker, Clone Wars begin, Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker married,  Anakin Skywalker knighted into Jedi Order, Ahsoka Tano becomes padawan to Anakin Skywalker

19 BBY -Order 66 carried out, death of Mace Windu, Fall of the Jedi Order, Fall of the Old Republic, Ezra Bridger born, Padme Amidala died, Skywalker Twins born (on Polis Massa)

10 BBY -Leia Organa ran away from the palace on Alderaan and hid in the woods for a week,  Kanan Jarrus joins Hera Syndulla on the Ghost (after Gorse Moon conflict)

5 BBY -Ezra Bridger joins the Ghost crew, Leia Organa becomes a junior senator for Alderaan

3 BBY -Leia Organa delivers ships to the Rebellion via the Ghost crew on Lothal

2 BBY -Alliance to Restore the Republic officially formed by Mon Mothma, Bail Organa, Hera Syndulla, and others

1 BBY -death of Kanan Jarrus

0 BBY -Battle of Scarif, Destruction of Alderaan (The Disaster), Battle of Yavin, death of Bail & Breha Organa, death of Obi Wan Kenobi, birth of Jacen Syndulla

2 ABY -Poe Dameron born

3 ABY -Battle of Hoth

4 ABY -death of Yoda, Battle of Endor, death of Emperor Palpatine, death of Darth Vader, marriage of Han Solo & Leia Organa

5 ABY -Battle of Jakku, final fall of Galactic Empire, Ben Organa-Solo born (in Hanna City, Chandrila)

11 ABY -Finn born

15 ABY -Rey (from Nowhere) is born

28 ABY -Parentage of Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker revealed (Bloodline novel), Resistance (against the First Order) founded by Leia Organa

?? ABY -Ben Solo turns and destroys fellow students in new Jedi Order, Luke Skywalker goes into exile on Ach-To

34 ABY -Destruction of Hosnian system, fall of New Republic, destruction of Starkiller base, death of Han Solo, Rey goes to Luke on Ach-To, Battle between the Resistance and the First Order over D’Qar, death of Luke Skywalker

[ao3feed--reylo]

Convergence

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pLHZIO

by TheProfessor

The Hong Kong Shatterdome - nicknamed Starkiller - has been the first line of defense against the Kaiju menace for the past ten years. The world's Jaegers are being destroyed faster than they can be rebuilt and the number of drift compatible pilots is dwindling. Jaeger mechanic Rey Jakku is relocated to Hong Kong to assist in focusing the Pan Pacific Defense Corps' resources on ground zero.

Words: 452, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Multi

Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Paige Tico, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker, Snoke (Star Wars), BB-8 (Star Wars)

Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron/Finn, Finn/Rose Tico

Additional Tags: Pacific Rim AU, Poly!Finn, canceling the apocalypse, Inappropriate Use of the Force, The Force Ships It, Family Feels, Tico Sisters Do It Better, Angst, Eventual Smut, Get In The Damn Robot, John Boyega would be proud, force skype

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2pLHZIO

[oletherian-a]

IMPORTANT POINTS ABOUT MY REBEL!ANAKIN VERSE:

he no longer goes by ‘a.nakin s.kywalker’, but instead ‘kaiden starkiller’

anakin DID turn to the dark side, he DID attack the jedi temple, he DID kill the last separatists leaders on mustafar and he DID fight obi-wan.

anakin DID lose all his remaining limbs, but i have taken the deleted line, where anakin cries out for obi-wan’s help right after it and made it canon in this verse, to which obi-wan DID take anakin back to the ship and took both anakin and padmé to polis massa.

he was fitted with another mechno-arm, and two mechno-legs which took months of therapy to get used too and with the guilt of what he had done to the jedi.

with padmé still alive, his children alive and obi-wan by his side, anakin was able to see what he did was wrong, to which shattered him and he has never been able to get over it, even after the almost twenty years since it happened.

he blames himself FULLY for the rise of the empire and feels he owes everything to the rebellion to help fix his problems.

padmé DID survive, this verse is 100% inspired by my main padmé @eleutheriana rebel!padmé verse, luke and leia were still split up however for their own safety.

anakin is completely guilt ridden and hates himself for falling so easy to the dark side. and will never bring up his past.

anakin likes to stay hidden within the rebellion, he never speaks to anymore, just keeps his head down and does all he can as a simple engineer, doing what he does best and fix the rebellions ships and droids.

he would be forty years old in this verse. 

if anyone finds out and asks about his loss of limbs, anakin will always say it was during the clone wars that he lost them, which isn’t a 100% lie but not 100% true. 

ahsoka, anakin’s clones and any remaining jedi, do not believe he is alive, since after the attack on the temple, palpatine had the records state that anakin was killed and stories started to form around the galaxy that he died protecting the room of younglings.

[ihatethecoldalot]

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#if marvel is going to downplay his skillset in fights they could at least try to make it look like he spent a thousand or so years learning

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Damian Wayne by Arsalan Ghasemi

(Demons head Damian is a aesthetic)

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5|Part 6|Part 7|Part 8

26 notes • Posted 2021-04-14 20:42:46 GMT

#4

Batman’s Bio kids

[left to right Alina, Athanasia, Helena, Damian, Terry, Matt]

40 notes • Posted 2021-05-01 22:03:46 GMT

#3

So watching Batman beyond and I have come to two conclusion on episode 1

1) terry has no sense of self preservation and

2) terry’s thought process was absolutely ‘the old man is a serial killer! Must see what’s down there’ and honestly same.

53 notes • Posted 2021-11-29 03:01:22 GMT

#2

Random Idea With Ben Skywalker

Listen I doubt that a redhead skywalker won't be considered a Kenobi.

Ben Skywalker time travelled to the clone wars like a month before Satine’s murder

He panics when confronted with Obi-wan and falls back on ‘THE SKYWALKER LIST OF APPROVED NAMES’ which include Skywalker, Naberrie, Organa, Lars, Solo, Djarin, Kenobi, Kryze (via Korkie) Whitesun, Antilles, Tano, Mothma, Jinn, Darklighter, Fett, Vader Calrissian, Chewbaccason, Starkiller

With Ben doing the logical skip over the first five since Vaderkin will recognize them and the political affiliations and he swore never to call himself a Solo and being confronted with ~~OBI-WAN KENOBI~~ He jumps straight to Kryze (Djarin would have been his first choice but he blue screened)

This causes a very long debate as to how he’s Obi-wan’s son which forces Ben to save his ass by explaining he’s from the future like twenty years from then.

(Ben is 19)

Obi-wan had a brief mental breakdown as to the fact that he would have a ~son~ with ~Satine~ in a ~~year~~

Anakin is broken as is swinging in between moody af or delighted af. Ahsoka is just trying to get closer to the ‘Kryze’

Ben is able to save his ass by knowing so, so much of Mandalorian customs because Mara, Luke and Din are in a Poly and you can fight me

Cody delights in a Terrifyingly Competent Kenobi who actually wore armour and didn’t try to lose it and no he isn’t crying what are you talking about?

Ben had gotten so many lectures from his buir about wearing armour and lectures from Leia about armour weave everything

He fights Dooku and beats him with just the Force because ‘My mother is a pacifist and I respect her ideals.’

He manages to have some really interesting conversions with some of the clones about the war.

Rex is his favourite because ‘You've kicked Pre Vizsla's ass’

Ben has a vicious, vicious streak that is rather terrifying and everyone assumes that he got it from Obi-Wan.

Satine learns about her son via a sheepish Obi-Wan.

[When Mandalore learns of that they hold a week-long festival celebrating Ben’s conception]

Ben never uses his lightsaber. Never. When they asked him why he uses a spear instead he scares them by saying his master fell and that the lightsaber was his.

No one ever talks about his Master ever again.

“Have a child, do you now, Master Kenobi?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replies, a few words away from punching Yoda.

“Meet him, I wish to. Bring him here, you shall.”

Aayla and Depa are snickering and Quinlan isn't even bothering to keep any propriety.

So I’m just thinking here is Ben just going to go like:

“Oh, hello Master Yoda, how's my brother?” Ben asks, very obliviously.

“Brother?”

“Yeah, Grogu. About yay big very green? The one my buir adopted and toted through the whole galaxy to find Luke?”

Ben is very uncomfortable calling his dad by his first name but goddamn it it was too late to give up the ruse anyway.

“Your buir, hmmn?” [Ben, oh shit]

“Yeah he rescued me after my mama’s murder.”

“SATINE DIED???!!!!” yelled literally everyone in that room.

“Yes. Maul killed my mother. Fucking asshole that buttless bitch. Don’t worry Ahsoka, Ezra and Luke get him later.”

Who’s Ezra and Luke?

Ezra is Caleb Dume’s future son- i mean padawan and Luke is a Skywalker.

Or or hear me out

“Hello, you absolute bitch.” [addressing Qui-Gon but he is in Yoda’s vicinity]

“Disrespectful, you are. Manners, were you not taught?

“OH Im SoRrY I JuSt CaMe HeRE BeCauSE I WaS FOLLOWING YOUR FUCKING FORCE GHOST!!!!

“Force Ghost?” [that was Anakin]

“WHAT ELSE IS THAT SERENE ASSHOLE WHO SAID HIS NAME WAS QUI-GON!!!” Ben cried exasperated as hell.

“Qui-Gon is dead.”

“THAT’S WHY IT'S CALLED A FORCE GHOST”

All the panic but no disco.

So this can end in

1: Ben just randomly drops information and helps out until he meets Palps and just stabs him with an angry “YOU KILLED MY FATHER BITCH” and does the same to Maul later. Meets Satine and gets rescued by Grogu

OR 2: Talks about how the ‘Sith Master’ murdered the Jedi and then killed Padmè in a bid to martyr her and how he’s in a Rebellion with the aforementioned kids and stabs Palpatine and then ‘Jaina Naberrie’ shows up and drags him home before he faces any consequences.

68 notes • Posted 2021-05-25 13:49:11 GMT

#1

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