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Starlight Chapter 4 (Update)

Devotion

Rey woke up feeling hot and sweaty. The fabric of her nightgown sticking to her back and irritating her. A heavy hand was draped over her midsection, informing her of the source of the heat.

 

His chest was pressed against her back and his body felt like a furnace and all she wanted at that moment was to fling him off of her with her power. And that’s exactly what she did.

 

Kylo’s back hit the nearest wall in a second as he was tossed across the room in one angry blast. It was unnecessary and uncalled for but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Her powers have significantly grown with her.. condition.

 

Even though a voice in the back of her mind was screaming for being cruel to him when he was unaware and vulnerable in his sleep, she just chose to ignore it. It’s his fault she was so uncomfortably warm in the middle of the night.

 

Kylo snarled, scrambling up to his feet, his body instantly on alarm from the unforeseen danger. He called his saber to his hand, igniting it and taking a defensive stance. He looked around to locate the source of danger before his eyes settled on her. He could clearly sense her aura, which was darker than usual and understood she was the source.

 

His eyes scanned her form, settling on her belly before coming up to meet her glowing eyes. Kylo exhaled, sheathing his saber blade and dropping it on the floor.

 

“Stars, Rey. What is it this time?” he padded towards the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as he moved closer to her. “Did you have a nightmare? Did they have nightmares?” he said placing one of his large hands on her protruding belly.

 

Her eyes followed the movement of his hands then peered up to look at his face. A tender expression graced his face as he caressed her belly. Kylo’s eyes were soft and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

 

Her scowl relaxed as she felt the calm settling over him. His light siphoning the dark off slowly but surely and she felt herself relax basking in his light. When she first met him, he was the one dipped in dark and she was his blinding call to the light,  now their roles have reversed.

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My dark!Reylo fic with pregnancy smut for #Boobgate, enjoy!

Thank you Nori @ns0241 

Honestly if anyone is proof of Drift compatibility being a real thing it’s the McElroys. Like they are so constantly in synch with their thoughts and humour that you can totally picture them still blasting off one-liners and goofs while simultaneously suplexing a kaiju in their jaeger, Rancho Greatjob

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clique six dynamics (as ranked by my followers): #8 - farkle minkus & riley matthews 

you’ve always been riley, that’s your permanent record. // you’re farkle and it’s a state of being. there’s only one. 

Act Natural

Cassian Andor/ Reader

Words: 1,033

Summary: You and Cassian find yourself in a predicament: an Imperial officer is questioning why the two of you are hanging around in an empty alley. Time to act natural.

Prompt: “Heyy could you write a some Cassian Andor x reader fluff?”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess, @ly–canthrope

Requested by: Anonymous

Author’s notes: Anyone want some fake relationship fluff? I got u, fam. I hope you are feeling much better, anon!! I really wanted a fluff fic done by Valentine’s pero candy is half off today so I mean, technically the 15th is better than Valentine’s Day.


Reconnaissance missions suck.

You run on a gamble of either getting what you need or leaving the planet empty handed. The mission called for gathering intel on the possible Imperial occupation of an Outer Rim planet.

“In and out,” Cassian tells you once you enter the city.

“Whatever you say, captain,” you snort.

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“With Me” ~SpiritAssassin~ commish for @petratodd

Petra always has the best commission requests. The parameters were: sexy Chirrut & Baze… ABS… and Donnie Yen’s smile. Hehe. I didn’t think the end product would have so many pink hues, but I kind of love it. I’ve found I love to draw Baze’s hair A LOT, too. 



There was a little hiccup IRL for me, so the commissions are coming out a little slower! But they are getting done, all those who are still waiting. Thank you for being patient! 

plot twist: EDI loaded a backup of herself into a toaster on the Normandy to ensure survival, but she had to deactivate it to ensure it wasn’t taken out in the blast, so one day, while they’re trying to get the Normandy off that random planet, Chakwas is trying to force Joker to eat something and he finally just gives up and grabs some bread and goes to make toast. He pulls down the lever and hears “Good morning, Jeff. On a scale of 1-10 how burnt would you like this toast?” and he breaks down crying in the galley, to which Toaster!EDI can only respond with “That was a joke.”

anonymous asked:

Jocasta Nu survives that bit with the murder (somehow) and winds up with Rebel Intelligence (where else). Post ANH she ends up teaching Luke and possibly also Leia. Certain truths may get told a sight earlier (cough*Vader*cough). On a completely unrelated note it's not exactly easy for sundry rebels to take Vader seriously anymore due to someone spreading Temple gossip courtesy of the de facto Jedi Grandmother.

Okay but why not go full AU here and drop Jocasta into the Double Agent Vader storyline.

She’s an intelligence agent, of course, and by the time we reach the OT period she’s probably working closely with Mon Mothma herself. And if we assume that Anakin shared a bit of Tatooine culture with her (though far from everything), then she might very well recognize the name Ekkreth. Especially since she already knows that Anakin is Vader.

If Jocasta survived, I think it would be because Anakin failed to kill her in the Temple. Which, realistically, would probably mean he knowingly let her escape. So she knows better than anyone, even Obi-Wan or Yoda, exactly what he did. She was there.

So it’s going to be difficult for her, to say the least. She cared a lot about this kid, and she did what she could to help him without fully understanding the situation and without having regular access to him, and obviously something went horribly wrong. She was there in the Temple. She knows what happened. She knows what he did. It’s not something she can ever forget. Sometimes the thought of it makes her physically ill.

But she also sees what he’s doing now, and she’s perhaps better equipped to work with him than most other members of Alliance Intelligence. When the Inquisitors’ lists of Force sensitive children start coming in, she knows what that means. And when his coded phrases reference Tatooine stories, sometimes she knows what that means, too.

Eventually she sends him a coded message directly. That wouldn’t be completely out of the ordinary - Anakin’s primary Rebel contact is Leia, but sometimes he communicates with Mon Mothma as well. But when he gets this message, he knows it’s not from Mon Mothma. She doesn’t usually send physical deliveries, and she certainly wouldn’t send something like this: a carefully wrapped package of biscuits, with a note included that says “Don’t forget again.” It’s signed “Grandma.”

It’s a pretty big risk, even if there is no directly incriminating information. But Jocasta’s felt alone for a long time now. She has a place in the Rebellion, but most of her life was spent surrounded by other Jedi, and now it’s just her. Just her, and on the rare occasions when they’re stationed on the same base there’s Ahsoka Tano, grown now and insisting she’s not a Jedi. And now Ekkreth, someone she once knew as a boy called Anakin. He’s grown now, too, and it’s no less strange than Ahsoka. She’s used to thinking of both of them as children.

And yes, there’s quite a large part of Jocasta that blames Anakin for the loss of the Order and the Republic. But he’s also the only one left, and sometimes she isn’t sure if she blames him or if she blames the Jedi or even herself. It would be easiest, and maybe best, to simply blame Palpatine, but Jocasta’s learned that logic alone can only get you so far. Her emotions are harder to tame. It’s funny, she thinks bleakly sometimes, that it took the loss of everything she’d ever known and believed for her to start questioning those beliefs.

So she doesn’t know how she feels, really. But a few weeks later, when a delivery arrives for her on the Rebel base on Settra, she lets herself smile about it. There’s a seemingly untouched package of biscuits inside. Beneath every biscuit there’s a datastick. She runs each of them through the decryptions. They’re copies - abbreviated, limited, but there - of the Jedi Archives.

Eventually, she hopes, they’ll meet again in person. She still doesn’t know what she’ll do. But this is something. It’s a beginning.