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finnpo3try · 1 year

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Hear me out FinnPoe Cinderella AU with Finn as Cinderella and Poe as the Prince

#finn star wars #finnpoe #star wars #finn dameron #stormpilot #finn x poe #poe x finn #star wars sequel trilogy #poe dameron #rebel finn #jedi finn #finn (star wars)#FinnPoe au #cinderella au #cinderella

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allgirlsareprincesses · 9 months

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Do you think that Rey's story (excluding episode 9 'cause that was a shitshow) could be interpreted as a Cinderella/Ash girl story?

I hope you realize asking me this is like throwing chum to a shark 😈. But the short answer is yes, to a point.

The long answer is more complicated, so to begin with, let's consult the Cinderella bible:

According to the Aarne Thompson Uther Index, there are five primary motifs to a Cinderella tale:

Persecuted heroine, usually by family

Help or helper, usually magic

Meeting the prince, usually with true identity disguised

Identification or penetration of disguise, usually by means of an object

Marriage to the prince

Rey is abandoned by her family, which is a form of persecution, and harassed by the inhabitants of Jakku like Unkar Plutt. Thus she clearly fulfills the first item.

As for meeting a helper, there are several for her, including Han Solo, Maz, Luke, and Leia. Any or all of these may be considered fairy godparents in the way that they offer her wisdom and material help. Further, except for Maz, they all die in the course of the story, which is consistent with many Cinderella tales in which the helper dies and their bones continue to offer wisdom and comfort to the heroine.

Next, meeting the prince. I mean

To the extent that Rey is "in disguise' here, it would be the extent of her force powers, her destiny as Ben Solo's dyad mate, and her role as the heir apparent to the Jedi (chosen by the Force to wield the legacy saber), all of which are obscured from Kylo Ren when he discovers her in the forest. Further, she is grimy and covered in desert sand, similar to how Cinderella is smeared with ashes that hide her true beauty.

So now an object penetrates the disguise. This is obviously the Skywalker lightsaber, which reveals Rey to be everything listed above, especially when she calls it to her on Starkiller Base, and again when she wields it on Ahch-to.

And lastly, marriage to the prince. As many others have pointed out over the years, Rey and Ben have almost too many symbolic marriages to count in the course of the sequel trilogy. They're extremely married, the Force said so.

BUT WAIT! Go back and look at that list again. Who ELSE fits all those criteria?

It's our boy! Consider:

He is indeed persecuted by family, most notably when Luke momentarily considers killing him.

Ben's helpers are both dark and light, as Snoke/Palpatine guide him in the dark while Luke guides him in the light (poorly). But note again what I said above about the bones of the mentor continuing to offer guidance and comfort after their death. Who should appear at Ben's lowest hour but his departed father, Han Solo? With a message of love, acceptance, and encouragement, Han's memory (because in fairy tales, bones contain memory) encourages Ben to at last cast off his beastly skin and become who he always was.

Next, meeting the prince/ss in disguise. He's wearing a literal mask when he meets Rey, so yeah.

An object penetrates the disguise? Rey slashed his face with the legacy saber, thus symbolically peeling away his mask. And I've argued before that the stabbing in TROS (which I still HATE, btw) is another cutting or burning away of the beastly skin.

And lastly, marriage to the prince/ss. As previously stated, that happened. Many times.

So yes, the Sequel Trilogy can definitely be considered a Cinderella story, with but one glaring issue: Cinderella's husband usually doesn't die at the end. But that's another topic that's been done to death, so let's all just read some more fanfic and forget about it. 👑 Thank you for the ask, this was fun!

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arctrooper69 · 1 year

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My Cinderella

A series of shorts and ficlets following Fives and his family in an AU in which clones are allowed to have relationships and actual lives outside of the GAR.

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Beta read by @agenteliix (You da best!)

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New Beginnings

Fives is overjoyed when he learns that he is to be a father. That same realization also terrifies him.

Warnings: Pregnancy. Talking about being pregnant. Small mention of blood.

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"Cyare, I'm with child." You frowned. standing in front of the mirror, then rolled your eyes. What am I, a frail woman in a holodrama? You pretended to swoon.

You snorted at the attempted comedy, then straightened up and sighed. Try again.

"Hey baby, guess what? I'm pregnant!" You shook your head. Nope that wasn't it either.

"Hey Fives, guess what's for dinner? A bun in the oven!" You moved your arms wildly, motioning to grandly present your stomach in a dramatic Tah-Dah! moment. Nope. That was even dumber than the last one.

What about just plain and simple? You smiled, "Fives, I'm pregnant."

A resounding crash sounded from behind you and you spun around. Fives stood frozen in the doorway.

"You... you're what!?" He blinked slowly, eyes wide as though he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard.

You froze. Saying it to yourself was one thing but telling Fives, that somehow made everything seem so real.

"I... I'm pregnant." You whispered slowly as if just now coming to that realization yourself. "You're gonna be a father!"

Fives stood in the doorway, leaning heavily against the wooden frame, lips slightly parted.

"Pregnant." he whispered, more of a statement to himself than a question towards you. You're gonna be a father.

Was this a trick? Some holofilm you'd been watching? Did Echo put you up to this? His mind raced between all the scenarios in which you might say those words. None of them felt real. A father. How could he be a father? His heart swelled with pride but all the while a tiny voice from within scolded him sharply. Irresponsible. How could you bring a child into all of this?

But then the sheer joy and disbelief.

A father.

A dad.

Maker, there'd be a mini Fives running around. Rex would love that.

You watched him carefully for a reaction. But there wasn't one. He looked blankly ahead as if his entire being had suddenly stopped working.

Your face fell. He wasn't happy. I should've known better. He's a soldier, he doesn't have time for a baby. A thick knot formed in the back of your throat to accompany the burning in your eyes.

Fives looked surprised but his expression soon turned to one of worry.

"No, no baby, don't cry! What's wrong?!"

Too late. Your chin quivered as you tried hard not to let the disappointed tears spill down your cheeks.

"No, no sweetheart!" Fives rushed forward, folding his arms around you.

"You're not happy?" You sniffed.

Fives let out a laugh so sudden and loud that it made you jump. He pulled away so that he could meet your eyes. "Mesh'la, I'm thrilled!"

"Then why..."

The rest of your question went unsaid as he abruptly met your lips with his.

He pulled away,

"I was just kinda shocked, cyar'ika. I mean.... Me. A dad."

You looked back up at him and couldn't help but giggle. Fives grabbed your hand helping you around the catastrophe on the floor, then paused in confusion as you suddenly jerked your arm from his grasp.

"Fives! You're bleeding!"

"I...what?" He followed your alarmed gaze down to his left hand that was indeed steadily oozing blood from a gash in his palm. "Oh...oops." The two of you surveyed the mess of broken plates on the floor. He winced, looking guiltily back up at your face. You raised an eyebrow, motioning to the smashed dinnerware.

"What was all that stuff for anyway?"

Fives scratched the back of his head, "Uh, well, the old lady next door stopped me and said you might like them. I guess they were supposed to be a present, you know, for the baby or something." He bit his lip, "Sorry, Mesh'la."

You giggled. Granny Em, as you called her, was the first person you told when you found out that you were pregnant. You didn't find much use in fancy dishes but she was so kind to you and you didn't want to refuse her loving gift - not that it mattered now.

Fives groaned as you leaned heavily into his embrace. "I missed you, Mesh'la."

"I missed you too." His lips soon found a home on yours once again. You leaned into the kiss closing your eyes as you felt his hands begin to wander.

"Fives!" You sighed, trying to sound exasperated but the sentiment was quite impossible since you couldn't hold back the growing smile that threatened to overtake your face. "You're still bleeding and it's getting all over my carpet.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Fives pouted, grabbing a towel from the counter beside him. He rested his chin on the top of your head, wrapping you in his arms again.

You couldn't help but smile before you playfully pulled yourself from his embrace, putting on the sternest face you could muster and grabbed his arm. "Come on, into the fresher with you!"

Fives smirked. His eyes held that mischievous twinkle you'd come to know so well. "The fresher you say?" He waggled his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. "Not like that."

He growled and swatted at your butt with his good hand as you dragged him over to the fresher.

"Fives!" You scolded as you pulled out the small first aid kit you kept behind the mirror, slapping it lightly into his non-injured palm. "Behave yourself!" The prickly stubble on his face tickled your lips as you placed a peck on his cheek, narrowly avoiding being sucked back into his warm advances.

"Yes ma'am." Fives salutled you playfully. Now it was your turn to swat at him.

"Hey!" he frowned, "How come you get to do that but I'm not allowed."

"Because," you placed another kiss on his cheek as you guided his injured hand to the sink. "Number one, I'm pregnant. And number two, I'm not currently bleeding all over the sink."

"Yeah, yeah." He teased, eyes crinkling as he winked at you.

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You sighed contentedly, leaning on Fives' bare shoulder as he cleaned himself off.

"I've missed this."

Fives growled and fell backwards onto the bed taking you down with him.

"I did too."

"I missed you more though." You winked at him. Fives moaned, looping his arms around you so that your head lay on his chest.

"I missed you the most."

You lay in the quiet, enjoying the gentle feeling of being completely at home once again.

Fives chuckled in disbelief, "I still can't believe you're gonna be a mom."

You kissed his chest where you lay. "And you're gonna be a dad."

Fives was silent. You shifted onto your side, leveling to meet his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Fives sighed. "I just....I never had a father." He scoffed, "I dont even have parents at all!" He met your eyes, then looked away as if he was embarrassed. "What if..." he spoke so softly you could hardly hear him. "What if I mess up? What if I can't be a good dad?" His voice wavered, broken in a way you'd never heard from him before. "It's just... I'm a soldier, babe. A clone soldier at that. They'll send me out wherever they want. And... And what if -"

"Oh Fives," you whispered softly cutting him off, gently resting your forehead on his. "It's okay to be scared. I'm scared too. Having a kid - it'll be something we have to learn together. This is all new to me too."

He lifted his head meeting his lips with yours. "I know, Mesh'la. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. We'll get through this together and tackle any problems if they arise." You kissed him softly. "I know you'll make a wonderful dad."

"And you'll make a wonderful mom."

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kylowritten · 1 year

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If the Slipper Fits

Pairings: Kylo Ren x ForceSensitive!Reader

Summary: Nobody wants to be the woman whose foot fits that slipper.

Warnings: evil stepmother, mentions of murder and death, forced marriage

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: My attempt at a reversed(ish) Cinderella x Thousand and One Nights mashup

Part 1

Motes of dust float through the air, suspended in the stream of sunlight spilling from the window. You don’t have to look to know that the street is empty. No one will go out today. Still, your stepmother steals glances every few minutes, hoping to catch the procession of Stormtroopers that will inevitably make their way to each house.

The curtains make a swift sound as your stepmother lets them fall closed. “They’re late.”

You glance at the grandfather clock in the parlor with you. There’s no set schedule, of course, but after nearly a year of the same thing, you notice patterns. Your stepmother is right. The Stormtroopers are late. Usually their knock rings through the house at exactly noon, and it’s about a quarter after. You’ve been shifting uncomfortably in the overly plush armchair for the past half hour.

“Maybe something happened,” you offer lamely.

Your stepmother’s mouth presses into a tight line. There’s no pretending that the implications of the day don’t make you braver than normal.

Every day, the Stormtroopers venture into the kingdom in search of finding the prince’s next bride. Every woman of the appropriate age has to try on the enchanted slipper. If it fits, they’re taken from their home to the castle, where they will partake in a grand ball leading up to the wedding ceremony at midnight.

Then the same process happens in the morning.

No one knows what happens to the brides.

“Maybe,” your stepmother replies, in the curt tone she reserves only for you. You imagine that, if it were any other day, she would’ve snapped at you for responding.

Tiring your neck, you watch her go back and forth as she begins to pace.

There’s a loud thump above your heads. You both ignore it.

“They should be here,” your stepmother mumbles. She stops long enough to peek out of the curtains again. Angrily, she whirls around, as if you’ve somehow conspired against her. “Why aren’t they here?”

Another thump.

Your stepmother glares at you, then: “They can’t stay up there much longer.”

The Stormtroopers rotate through the six different districts of the kingdom, and today is your district’s turn. Once every six days, you’re taken out of your room in the attic, dusted and polished like old china, and presented as your stepmother’s only daughter. Her biological daughters squirrel themselves away in the attic instead, just as long as necessary. It’s the price you pay for getting to stay — your stepmother won’t kick you out onto the street and your stepsisters never have to try on the slipper.

“They’ll be here soon,” you say. “Probably.”

“I’m going to check on the girls.” She makes it halfway up the stairs before she stops and turns, one hand on the railing, and stares directly at you. “Don’t do anything while I’m gone. And especially do not open the door.”

The grandfather clock ticks as the seconds pass by. You hear the muffled voices of your family upstairs, probably your stepmother plying your sisters with dresses and jewelry to keep them quiet. Nobody dares snitch on them. Your stepmother’s wealth buys their silence, inherited after your father’s passing. Your father’s hard earned money pays for the neighbors to avoid your eyes, to pretend they don’t notice that you’re being exploited.

Knock knock knock.

Your body stiffens. Gaze sliding from the stairs to the front door, you hold yourself upright, as if you freeze then they will leave. Again — knock knock knock. Where was your stepmother? You weren’t afraid of disobeying her, but rather you found that her presence acted as a buffer. She happens to be a terrible person but at least you can cling to her like a drowning man.

Reluctantly, you rise to your feet. The distance from the parlor to the front door seems especially far, the ticking of the clock punctuating each of your steps as time seems to stretch on.

Your hand seizes the doorknob.

Knock knock. A deep, modulated voice. “Open up. It’s the First Order with the Kingdom of Ren. If you do not let us inside, we will be forced to intervene.”

Your wrist twists —

“What did I tell you?” Your stepmother hisses your name. She flies down the stairs and you jump back right as she thrusts past you. “I told you not to open the door. Go sit back down.”

The plush armchair hits your backside rather hard as you sit down abruptly. Your fingers unwillingly forming into claws, you grip the arms of the chair.

“Smile,” your mother instructs. She opens the door.

The lens of your vision blurs. Vaguely, you witness your stepmother welcoming the Stormtroopers. Are you smiling? You hope you are, or else your stepmother will punish you, if the prince doesn’t kill you first. Frankly, you’re not sure what fate is worse.

“Say hello,” your stepmother says. The Stormtroopers, in their stark white armor, look strange standing in the drab parlor.

“This your only daughter?” One of the Stormtroopers asks. Clearly he’s not one for pleasantries.

“My pride and joy,” she answers. She sweeps across the room to your side.

There’s no use perpetuating the facade your stepmother so desperately wishes to uphold, so you stay quiet. One of the Stormtroopers has the slipper encased in a glass box, atop a maroon colored cushion. They approach you. You stick out your foot and wiggle your bare toes anxiously as they ceremoniously remove the slipper.

Even though you’ve been through this whole charade a hundred times before, the cool, icy material of the slipper never fails to shock you. The Stormtrooper slips it on your foot.

You don’t understand the magic imbued in the slipper. Somehow it changes daily to fit the next person suited to be the prince’s next bride, but you don’t know how it decides the qualifications. Maybe there isn’t any, and it’s just an excuse, another method of oppressing his kingdom.

“Next time you come, I’ll —”

Your stepmother doesn’t finish her sentence. Buried so deep in your thoughts, you realize too late that the attention has been shifted to you. The Stormtrooper kneeling before you withdraws his gloved hands as if you’re contagious.

Hysteria claims you. “It doesn’t fit,” you insist. Were you really that loud? Or did it just sound like that in the silence? You shake your head. “See, look, right there —”

You bring your foot up to eye level, trying to justify yourself. But there’s no denying it.

The slipper fits perfectly.

“No,” you breathe. The word drops out of your mouth, leaden, weighted with fear.

The Stormtrooper stands. “Grab her.”

“No,” you say again, scrambling back. The chair about tips backward. Pleading, you turn to your stepmother, her face devoid of color. “Please, no. Please don’t let them take me.”

She stares. And she continues to stare as the Stormtroopers grab your arms and hoist you up. Desperate to escape, your feet cycle above the ground, trying to find purchase. No amount of struggling seems to effect the Stormtroopers, however, even as they carry you into the sunlight and you scrape and claw at the doorframe.

The effort only rewards you with ten long scratches into the wood, and nearly half of your nails pried off. Blood drips down your fingers.

“No! No!” you scream.

You don’t care that you’re making a scene. You’ve seen it before, girls getting carried, kicking and screaming, from their homes. At the time you stood diligently by and watched, sympathetic but grateful it wasn’t you. Now it was your turn, and as you implored the curious onlookers, you wished they would do something. That they would prevent the Stormtroopers from whisking you away like hundreds before you.

But they did nothing, and you knew they would. They, not unlike you, were relieved it wasn’t their wife or sister or daughter, and that they had another week with their loved ones.

“Please, I can’t go,” you sob. A trail of hot, shameful tears burn down your cheeks.

Your life has been suddenly and unfairly severed. You would be married to the prince that night and then killed. No longer would you be able to do all the things you enjoyed, or kiss someone, or feel the rain on your skin. A montage of things stolen from you flashes through your mind, each one inflicting more pain than the last.

“Stop struggling,” orders one of the Stormtroopers holding you. He nudges the tip of his blaster into your side, and that subdues you enough to stop struggling.

You shuffle along the dusty road.

A shuttle crouches at the edge of your small village. They steer you towards it. You risk a glance over your shoulder.

A pang of sadness strikes you. You didn’t expect to see your stepmother or stepsisters. And you didn’t exactly have a lot of friends, seeing as you were hidden away most of the time, but it became very clear that no one would grieve for you. No one would miss you. No one trailed behind you, begging you to be spared, crying out their love for you while clutching at your feet, hoping for one last embrace.

Resolved, you turn and step onto the shuttle. The inside was quite dark, and it took a few moments for your eyes to adjust. You scan your surroundings as the Stormtroopers drop you into a chair. The ship was deceptively large. An impressive amount of screens and displays consume one side of the bridge, overseen by First Order members in grey uniforms.

“Is this her?” A voice behind you asks.

A man with a head of red hair rounds the chair, hands clasped behind his back. “Welcome,” he says. He waits for a response but you give him none. “If someone speaks to you, it’s only polite that you answer.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, flush with anger, “I thought all courtesies were abandoned when you took me from my house.”

The man studies you, unimpressed. “You won’t last any longer than the others with an attitude like that.”

The others? Did he mean the other brides? A chill dances down your spine. You barely listen as the man introduces himself as General Hux, the right-hand of the prince and charged with debriefing the chosen women.

He drones through his speech in a mechanical manner. You figure he probably was bored of repeating it, although he did so with effortless efficiency; it dawns on you that you should’ve paid better attention. But could they expect that of you after being uprooted from your entire life? Not to mention that the shuttle rolled and shuddered as it flew through the air, the effects of never having flown before taking precedence.

“— once at the palace you will be fitted into your gown for the ball. Do I need to review proper etiquette for meeting the prince?” Hux asks.

It’s only then, as you stare at your feet and try not to throw up, that you realize you’re still wearing the enchanted slipper. Your other foot was entombed in the ugly brown shoe your stepmother permitted you to wear.

Hux must take your silence as a yes because he launches into a new tirade. His voice drowns amongst the thoughts running rampant through your mind. Suddenly, you can’t take it, and you reach down to yank the slipper off your foot. You’ve only just put your hands on it when Hux unexpectedly apprehends you.

“What are you doing?” He snarls. He pushes away your hands. “You must not take off the slipper under any circumstances until the prince has seen you.”

You recoil in surprise. “But I won’t see him until later tonight.”

“How astute of an observation.” Hux cruelly rolls his eyes. “Weren’t you listening at all? The prince insists on approving each bride himself. You will meet him in your quarters before the ball so he can verify that the slipper chose you.”

He might as well have injected liquid nitrogen into your veins. You would meet the prince before? Foolishly, you believed most of your engagement to happen during the ball and in the company of others. The prince wouldn’t harm you then. But the notion of meeting him alone made you faint.

Numerous stories surrounded the prince, each one ghastly and unpleasant. You knew this much as true: after killing his father and driving his mother from the throne, Kylo Ren began the bloody crusade of finding a wife. Speculations in your village spoke of some powerful benefactor who ultimately controlled the prince. You weren’t sure what to believe. But he certainly wasn’t the type of man you fancied being alone with.

This line of thinking led to another, one you purposefully avoided. If you were to marry him, would he expect you to consummate the marriage? That part of the rumors could never be decided upon. In one version he mated with the women then chopped off their heads like some homicidal insect, and the next claimed he shared his new wife with the soldiers sworn to protect him, the Knights of Ren. You weren’t particularly fond of either option.

You couldn’t exactly ask General Hux these questions. And it wasn’t like the other brides survived to clarify for you.

Hux carried on until the shuttle gave one last enormous, shuddering breath, then landed. He promots you out of the chair. “Remember what I said,” he tells you.

You nod, although you honestly didn’t retain a single word. But what were they going to do?

Kill you?

You let out a bark of bitter laughter. Hux sends you a strange look. You promptly ignore him, and he parades you into a growing mixture of departing Stormtroopers and First Order members.

The door of the shuttle releases with a hiss. Your vision fills with views of the Capitol. Having never been outside of your village, you’re not sure what to expect as Hux leads you down the platform. Evidently, you’ve landed somewhere within the palace. Erected on all sides of you are sleek, glossy black walls, piercing the sky like shards of broken glass. And within the palace walls, like teeth in the gaping mouth of a monster, are rows upon rows of idle Stormtroopers.

You stumble forward, Hux urging you along.

“Take her to her room,” he commands the closest pair of Stormtroopers. “And alert the prince that she’s arrived. He’s expecting her.”

Part Two here

#kylo ren #kylo x reader #kylo x you #fanfic #cinderella #one thousand and one nights #star wars #force sensitive #kylo ren fanfic #forced marriage #kylo smut #eventual smut

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xxxcertifiednerdxxx · 1 year

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Final closing out thoughts.

imagine Kanera dancing and singing to So This Is Love from Cinderella.

thank you and goodnight

#nerd out #nerd-out #sw #star wars #kanera #kanan x hera #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #hera x kanan #caleb dume #swr #rebels #sw rebels #star wars rebels #cinderella #so this is love

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mellpenscorner · 5 months

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True OTP Couples Bingo

Soooo, I may have played fast and loose with the rules of bingo, to the point that this should probably not still be called bingo, but here you are: 6 of the 24 couples that I picked, and the songs that I thought fit them best as I shuffled through my music.

Faramir/Eowyn (LotR) - "evermore" by Taylor Swift John/Margaret (North & South) - "All This Time" by Sarah Sparks Kit/Ella (Cinderella 2015) - "Don't I Know You" by Colony House Steve/Peggy (MCU) - "When I Fall in Love" by Nat King Cole Parker/Hardison (Leverage) - "Shut Up and Dance" by WALK THE MOON Jyn/Cassian (Rogue One) - "If the World Falls to Pieces" by Young Summer

Part 1 of 4 of Musical Bingo from this playlist.

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 1 year

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The Royal Diaries - Chapter 6

Previous | Series Masterlist

Pairings: Boba Fett x OC (Cinderella), Din Djarin x OC (Snow White)

Rating: T

Warnings: Being electrocuted, whipped, duel, implied killings, I think that’s it. If I miss any please let me know

Word count: 5,902

Authors’ Note: Hello lovelies,

Man it’s so awesome to be back and writing, I am sooooo sorry I wasn’t able to upload anything in October, but it was a really rough month for me. I had a migraine practically everyday, and I still had to go to work. It got so bad that at one point I had to go to the ER because none of my meds were doing anything. I’ve missed you all and love oo.

I am currently working on SOTF (Sins of the Father) and hoping to upload in two weeks, this is the longest I’ve going without updating any of my stories without being on hiatus and it’s killing me. Thank you for bearing with me in the meantime. Thank you @firstofficerwiggles for being an amazing writing partner. LOVE OO.

Drawing done by @imabeautifulbutterfly

Cinderella’s eyes focused on the carbonite, her sister’s face was still as beautiful as she remembered. She couldn’t see the full hall below from her vantage point, one thing was definitely sure, they were outnumbered at least ten to one.

“How many guards do you guys figure?”

Din leaned over trying to get an estimate, he could see the outline of a further five tables each looked packed, “Well if the tables I’m seeing are as big as the ones in view right now, I’m thinking at least 80 maybe 95 Crimson Dawners down there.”

“I would think more” Boba interjected, “Those are the ones that can be seen, what about those that can’t. I’m going to say at least 50.”

“Either way, we’re outnumbered” Cinderella’s eyes took in every aspect before she settled herself down against the barrier, “We’ll have to plan this out carefully, otherwise it could mean the end for all of us.”

Diary of Cinderella D’arbav of Mandalore

If I had known those words would’ve led us to the predicament we now found ourselves in, I would’ve kept my mouth shut. As wonderful as Boba is, and as astonishing as Mand’alor Djarin is, neither of them expected for things to go so wrong. Our plan was to wait till the partying had died down, and most went to their sleep cycle. With most off-duty, moving about the compound should have been easier.

The three of us split up, I hid myself in the air ducts, using them to move me closer towards Snow’s slab, while Din and Boba moved through the hallways, sticking to the shadows. Our goal was to limit the body count as much as possible, keeping our presence as close to invisible as possible.

Everything was going great, and yet in a moment that I live over and over again in my head, someone tripped an alarm. Who it was? Where it was tripped from? I hadn’t the foggiest ideas. All I could do was wait and watch from my spot, there was nothing I could do as twenty guards took Boba into custody after mowing down thirteen of their own guards, and Din had another fifteen guards escorting him after he took down fifteen of their own men.

Great! Now what do I do? Either way I needed to make a decision, either I continue on the original plan to retrieve Snow or I do what I can to save Boba and Din. Do I stay or do I go?

As much as Cinderella wanted to go after Boba and Din at that very moment, truth of the matter was, she only had a limited time to rescue Snow before the rest of the guards came looking for her. Although, Cinderella knew those two would’ve rather endured torture before giving away her position.

She finally made it to the dining hall, where Qi’ra’s throne was; it had been emptied. At that moment, it struck her, she hadn’t seen a guard for a good twenty minutes; although she didn’t see anyone she lowered herself down from the air duct careful of every noise and movement around her.

It wasn’t long before she was standing in front of Snow’s carbonite form, she was dismayed yet relieved to see her sister’s face, she looked calm, peaceful even. Her helmet held carefully in her hands, despite it being covered in the dark grey carbonite, Cinderella could still see her famous blue, red and golden design, her sister spent days planning and painting. She could even see spots where Snow’s armour peering out amongst the cold carbonite.

Cinderella looked at the vitals on the display readout on the side of the carbonite, everything was still in the green. Snow’s heartbeat, pulse, brain function, everything was normal. Cinder’s eyes focused on the readout that stated duration in carbonite, it read 6 years, 9 months, 23 days. She closed her eyes, knowing this hellish prison Snow was trapped in for so long was no one else’s fault but Cinderella’s own. The guilt she felt began to overwhelm, and it would’ve caused her to shut down, had it not been for the realization she still need to get her out of there, she quickly rested her head against the side of the carbonite thanking the maker she had finally found Snow.

Cinderella moved methodically and efficiently as she examined every inch of the carbonite, making sure there was no trigger or booby-trap set to alert anyone if she removed Snow from her perch. It took her longer than she wanted but pretty soon she was able to lower Snow and get the carbonite’s hover system operational.

She wanted to wake her up right there and then however there were a number of issues with that idea. First, Snow’s health when she came out of carbonite. She wouldn’t be able to guarantee her sister would make it, and she didn’t want to risk her health any more than absolutely necessary. Second, between transporting Snow and finding the other two twiddle dees, she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Snow to the degree she wished. She needed to store her sister somewhere safe first, she could hide her on Boba’s ship, unfortunately, at the present time it was surrounded by Crimson Dawners.

Her only option would be to hide her somewhere, she wouldn’t be easily discovered. Cinderella, remembered Din mentioning he had passed a storage room that contained empty carbonite containers, she always remembered her father used to say, ‘Nothing works as well as hiding beskar amongst polished durasteel, only the wise can find the true treasure.’

She inched her way along the corridor, the lack of guards was really starting to concern her. It was one thing to see the occasional guards here and there, but to see no guards, not even the hint of a guard, could only mean Boba and Din were in danger. Cinderella worked quickly to make sure Snow was properly stored away and hidden. As much as she didn’t want to leave her sister, she needed to get back to the two dummies who had somehow managed to get themselves captured.

Leave it to Mandalorians to hold a duel just as soon as they have a moment to deal with their intruders. Diary I’m sure you would’ve been just as shocked as I was, when I came upon an arena filled to the brim with observers, all chanting in one voice ‘Long Live Lady Qi’ra,’ followed in quick succession with ‘Rise New Mand’alor’, I guess if you have a chance at the darksaber, you take any opportunity that’s presented, regardless of how impractical it could be.

Cinderella climbed higher to get a better vantage point, hoping to truly see who was down there with Qi’ra.

The petite woman may have appeared sweet and innocent, but in truth she was more skilled and vicious than any viper. There were rumours about her previous masters and the training she received. Watching her fight in the arena, clearly showed the rumours surrounding her train were accurate, her training leaked through with every thrust of her sword, every parry, every time she blocked one of the darksaber's attacks. She was aggressive, defiant, and brilliant display of fury and beauty.

Cinderella watched as Qi’ra’s and Djarin’s swords clashed again and again, each time they met their swords whistled and sang adding to the noise from the spectators. The growing pandemonium began to shake the very foundation of the arena, yet no one seemed alarmed.

Unable to do anything, she watched as Din avoided Qi’ra’s attacks relentlessly, he looked as though every movement was a struggle, as if the darksaber grew heavier with each swing he took. In a moment, where Din seemed exhausted, Qi’ra managed to land a blow against the darksaber, the impact clearly took a toll on the Mand’alor. Yet, he found his footing and regained his strength.

Cinder’s eyes shifted from Din and found the familiar green Mandalorian armour she had grown to love in the past month and a half. Her eyes locked on his visor, although he couldn’t see her, she could see how much he hated watching Djarin in the ring with Qi’ra. Boba’s hands clenched against his arms, if his fists tightened anymore, his gloves would easily tear. She wanted to comfort him, to be there holding his hands, but now was not the time.

Watching Djarin standing his ground made me respect him a little more, even if it showed that he really didn’t know what he was doing with that sword. It looked like the sabre was fighting against him with each step he took and clearly he was losing against the darksaber. The times I’d seen Snow practice with the sabre she was smooth, it appeared as an extension of her body, never once did it seem that she had to fight it to obey her. Maybe the issue was Din and not the sword itself, the only one who could help him was stuck in carbonite, no doubt when Snow wakes up, she’d be willing to help the bumbling idiot understand how to use the sword as it was meant to … well maybe.

Din was getting more and more annoyed at Qi’ra, she was smaller and quicker on her feet than he had expected, it almost felt she was trained by several different masters, yet she masterfully combined their teachings into her own style. If it wasn’t throwing him off, he would’ve been impressed with her skills, yet there was something odd about her sword that made her strikes harder than it should’ve been.

Cinderella watched from the rafters, keeping her eyes on Qi’ra, she noticed every so often her thumb and forefinger seemed to move over her hilt, tapping in certain spots. She focused on the hilt of her sword, when she realized there was some sort of battery pack attached to it, what it did was anyone’s guess.

Feeling utterly helpless and useless, Cinderella watched as Qi’ra made one final move thrusting her sword into Djarin’s side. She could feel her breath leave her as he dodged Qi’ra’s strike just in time, knocking her sword out of her hand.

Judging by the silence filling the arena, the crowd clearly weren’t expecting to see their leader defeated. However, she wasn’t giving up so easily. Cinderella watched in horror as three guards came up behind Djarin, a vibro-whip came unfurling out from beside each of them, without warning all three electrocuted him while his back was towards them.

Din got the wind knocked out of him as he felt thousands of volts coursing through his body, he fell to his knees without hesitation, his strength and endurance evaporated when he saw Qi’ra’s sword fly out of her hand. His chest tightened as he tried to regulate his breathing, his heart was pounding in his ears as the blood coursed through faster and faster, he felt his nerves jittering and jumping from the electricity still flowing through his body. Just as he was about to regain his strength he felt a sharp sting along his side, across the back of his legs, with each sting the tightness in his heart and the pounding in his ear increased. Before long he started seeing black spots, until his visioned darkened completely.

Boba watched from the side lines, his hands clenched against his sides as he saw the Mand’alor being cheated and treated disrespectfully. He won the duel fair and square but that wasn’t good enough for the likes of these so called Mandalorians. He watched helplessly from the side as they continued to whip Djarin, even though all indications were he was unconscious. Boba had a great deal of respect for the Mand’alor. In fact, he viewed him as his brother; a more legitimate brother than all those clones, who’d call each other vod pretending to form some form of familial sentiment.

The burning anger within him, made him want to rush out there and deal with those guards. Yet, he knew, if he did it would mean certain death for the both of them. Right now, they needed to endure until they could get away. There wasn’t much for Boba to do, except watch as Qi’ra stood from where she fell, wiping off the dust in the most nonchalant way possible as she strolled over to the unconscious Din, slowly lowering herself as she yanked the darksaber from his clutched hand. Her actions were contradictory in every sense of the word, she exuded charm and lady-like behaviour, yet her mannerisms were crude and rough.

She examined it carefully, slowly raising till she stood tall and proud. Watching the spectators carefully for their reaction, she thrusted her hand in the air displaying the sword as some would-be victor. The crowd roared and stomped their feet against the ground, causing a gigantic uproarious cheer of support to the woman who cheated in order to achieve the mantle of Mand’alor.

I was absolutely and utterly disgusted by this low act of Lady Qi’ra, a true Mandalorian, a true ruler of Mandalore would honour the act of defeat. To lose in battle to an opponent that is stronger, wiser, faster than you is an honour all Mandalorians hold dear. However, she betrayed that loss and took it upon herself to betray the duel and claim the darksaber for herself as though she was the true victor. Although, I may not fully be on board with Djarin being Mand’alor, he won the darksaber fair and square. He has more than earned the right to be the Mand’alor, I vow, I’ll make sure to retrieve the darksaber for him, for the true ruler of Mandalore.

Cinder watched as the spectators all headed towards their quarters, while Lady Qi’ra headed towards a lift that took her away from everyone, she lived in the highest tower, no doubt a penthouse filled to the brim with security measures and personnel.

She focused her attention back on Boba and Din, watching as they dragged the unconscious Din away, followed by the well guarded Boba. His hands still clenched by his side, Cinderella wanted to reach out and hold his hand, help him relax, him to realize that they weren’t out of options. Watching them being taken away made her stomach tighten, that was her family. She was going to get them back.

Cinder debated for a second who to go to first, Lady Qi’ra to retrieve the darksaber or to her travelling companions; before she even realized her mind had made a decision, her feet were guiding her to where she needed to go. She was light on her feet, as she made down the corridor taking out any guard who happened to pass her path and disposing of their body in a storage closet nearby, hoping to keep things quiet for as long as possible, the time for diplomacy was over, they dared to touch her family and she was going to make them pay.

“Djarin, you awake?” Boba called over to the younger Mandalorian, they needed to find a way out of there, the sooner the better. Despite how much pain he was probably in, and how much he didn’t want to exasperate his injuries what they need … what Boba needed was for Djarin to wake up, so they could find his little one as soon as possible.

Thankfully, it seemed the guards were completely unaware of Cinderella, that knowledge was the only thing that was giving him peace of mind.

Regardless of their circumstances, they still needed to find a way to get out of their cells, find Cinder, get the carbonite back to his ship and then get the hell out of Crimson Dawns territory.

“Din, answer me” his patience was running out, he felt like a trapped animal losing his mind with each passing second. Boba heard a barely audible whimper. “Djarin, can you hear me?” There was a sound of another painful whine, before Boba heard a shift.

“Hey! Mand’alor, need you to wake up vod. Come on”

“Hmmm” Din mumbled an answer, as his head screamed in pain from the massive migraine he was suffering from; it felt as though his brain was being pressed against his skull, as the throbbing reared him back into consciousness.

“Djarin. Jaha. Laam.” (Wake up)

“Mmm-yeahhhh”

“Aya’yida!” (Call to attention)

“Yeah” he groaned out, “I’m here.” His whole body was now screaming in pain, there were parts of his back, his sides and even his lower legs that seemed to be particularly in a lot of pain. All he could want at that moment was a tank of bacta, just to rest and recuperate, however the concrete ceiling reminded him this wasn’t the place to let his guard down.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I was beaten within an inch of my life”

“That’s how it looked like” silence filled the two cells, there wasn’t much else they could do. Boba didn’t have any bacta on him, that was confiscated along with their vambraces and weapons, even their jet packs were taken. After a moment of pure silence, he thought he heard the sounds of snoring coming from Din’s cell. “HEY! WAKE UP!”

“I’m up … just groggy.”

“Well stand up, get to your feet. It’ll help.”

“You really know how to show compassion don’t you” Din groaned out as he shifted in his spot.

“Finally, I get a real response from you.”

“I apologize that my unconsciousness seemed to have put a damper on your boredom.”

“Listen here, we wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for your poorly executed attempt to quell the merc that was on my ship.”

“Excuse me, I did that to save your companion”

“My companion would’ve been able to deal with that man in a lot more efficient way compared to you.”

“Hold up, I didn’t kill that man, because the agreement was zero body count, it was only a matter of time before he woke up and stumbled his way to the interior of the compound for some help.”

“Fine, but you could have tied him up. Could have dumped his body in the hidden cargo hold.”

Din huffed out an irritated sigh as he slowly stood, attempting to find his footing underneath, “There wouldn’t have been a need to deal with that man if your companion learned how to tread more softly”

“She would’ve treaded more softly if someone hadn’t felt the need to fix up his armour before heading into battle and then not cleaning up his tools.”

“Well if she hadn’t been pestering me for the better part of a week and a half about how my armour needed tweaking, I wouldn’t have pulled out those tools to fix my armour.”

“If you had managed to actually maintain your armour, she wouldn’t have complained about it.”

“The only reason they found us and captured the both of us is because you led them right to me.”

“I did no such thing, you led them to me. I had managed to escape their notice, if you didn’t run into me, and get me captured along with you.”

“You know I did this as a favour to you! I don’t need to be here, fighting my way through pirates, and Jawas, and dealing with freaking Crimson Dawn. I could be at home with my son, instead of leaving his care to my aide.”

“Okay first of all, neither of us knew that he would take a ship back by himself from the Jedi; and need I remind you that we both offered to get you a transport back, so you could be with your son.”

“Oh yeah, a transport, that’s a lot of fun. Having to make sure all my weaponry is intact and not missing when I arrive. Not to mention all the people you have to be squeezed in with. Thanks, but no thanks.

“Well then get your di’kutla head out of your sheb and deal with it.”

“You know the words you’re saying are truly touching, and just reach my heart oh so much…” Din wanted to bust through the door and punch Boba in the nose, if he really wasn’t angry more with himself for staying with them and not going immediately back to Tatooine to be with Grogu. Not to mention losing the sabre. And getting knocked out by two guards, because that no good cheating Qi’ra couldn’t handle losing, when that modulated voice cut through their bantering, “Now, are you two done?”

Both Djarin and Fett rushed to the tiny window provided for their cells, they could see a small figure sitting in a chair, they didn’t need to second guess who it was, it was as clear to them as anything.

“Took you long enough, little one” Boba’s heart jumped a little, he felt a cold rush of nerves run through his hands, his chest tightened, a cold sweat broke out down his spine, she was safe. He was grateful to not only hear her but see her as well.

“You going to get us out of here, Cindy” Din was glad to see she was alive, and appeared to be unharmed, but more than anything he was mostly irritated she was sitting there, her shoulders shaking, no doubt from laughing at their ridiculous banter.

“I don’t know” Cinder tapped the lip of her helmet, “I mean, it is quite enjoyable to see a couple work out their frustrations, and from what I heard it seems that you two were almost at the point, when we could really dive into what seems to be the problem.”

“Exactly how much time did you spend with Hondo, little one?” If Fett didn’t know better, he could’ve sworn it was Hondo sitting there mocking them and not Cinderella.

“Oh come on, cyare, you know I’m kidding.” She stood from her seat brushing off the imaginary dust, well maybe not necessarily imaginary considering all the ducts she was crawling through. “Well … do you want to get out of here, or just enjoy the vacation the two of you seem to be revelling in?”

“Cyar’ika you play a dangerous game” Boba wanted out of that hell hole so he could feel Cinderella in his arms, and reaffirm she was fine.

“Well then can you at least tell me who tripped the alarm, and how you guys ended up in here?”

“Oh cyar’ika, first let me explain that the Mand’alor here didn’t bother tying up the man he took down in the ship, which then led to him finding help. Not to mention if it wasn’t for the excellent sense of direction, Djarin over there has, we wouldn’t have even been caught.”

“Wait …” Cinderella smirked at the thought, “Are you telling me you are not to blame for this in any sense?”

“I’m not the one who couldn’t keep his eyes on his work”

“What are you saying over there Fett?” Djarin was about ready to bust the door down.

“Come on you know you were keeping your eyes on Snow more than on what you were doing”

“I was not!”

“And where were your eyes cyare?” Cinderella teased.

“I think you know exactly where my eyes were, cyar’ika”

“If you two are done flirting, I would like to get out of here” Din propped his raised hand out of the window, hoping to get Cinder’s attention. When all of a sudden he heard a familiar hum as the outline of the darksabre came between the door and wall, he stepped back watching as it sliced through the locks like it was butter. Before he even realized it, the door slid open.

Boba was standing there beside Cinderella, his helmet was in his hand a smirk on his face, he looked at Din’s confused stance as his visor focused on the darksaber that was in Cinderella’s hand. She couldn’t help grin under her helmet, “If you keep staring at her Djarin, you and I are going to have words” Boba’s voice came through loud and clear through his modulator.

“Don’t worry love, I’m sure he’s just wondering about this” she held up the darksaber as nonchalantly as possible, “We should probably get out of here though first.”

“We need to figure out how to get that carbonite out of here” Din spoke up, ignoring the mocking tone coming from the both of them.

“It’s okay Djarin, I already took care of her, we just need to get her to the ship and get out of here. Then you can stare at her all you want.”

“Shut up”

“I have an idea” Boba interjected, “however, first we need our weapons and vambraces, they also took my knee braces.”

“Pretty sure they’re over there” Cinderella motioned with her head to a hallway off to the left, “When I was trying to find you guys, I came across a room that had caches, more than likely that’s where they’ll be.”

No one said anything as they followed Boba towards the storage room, just as she estimated everything they were looking for was there, waiting to be returned to their owners. Within minutes all of them were back in full armour and heading towards the room Cinder had hid Snow. This time they were being ever more cautious taking there time to make sure they didn’t wind up back in that cell or having to face that woman.

“How did you get the sabre back?” Although they agreed to discuss this later, Din’s curiosity was getting the better of him.

“It wasn’t easy” Cinderella mumbled back as they neared the carbonite storage room.

“Care to expand on that, little one?”

She let out a sigh, clearly neither of them were going to let it go, “Let’s just say I saw an opportunity and I took it.” She moved forward making sure to keep them to the shadows, “This is the room, I’ll get her slab, you guys keep watch.”

“Yes, General” Boba saluted, as he watched Cinder go inside taking the lead, it made him warm all over seeing her take her rightful role. He glanced over to Din, he was still sluggish, and he’d been quite solemn since they left the cells, “You okay, vod?”

“Yeah”

“Wounds not hurting too much?”

“Ignoring it for now. I’ll take care of it when we’re back on the ship”

“Are you upset losing the sabre?”

“Never wanted it in the first place”

“But…”

“I don’t know … it’s just …” how could he explain clearly he felt like he let Snow down, he had never felt he deserved or even really knew how to be Mand’alor. However, having lost the sabre in the manner in which he did, really bothered him. He allowed them to get the best of him, to sneak up behind him and knock him out before they whipped him according to Boba and Cinder.

Before he could truly express what he felt, Cinderella came out with the carbonite slab hovering in front of her, “Alright boys, let’s go.”

Everything was going well, that was until they reached the garage, it seemed everyone and their cousin was guarding Boba’s ship. The three of them shifted over to several abandoned crates, well they appeared abandoned according to the amount of dirt piled on them. Cinderella righted the carbonite slowly and carefully making sure not to cause any noise and not to alert anyone to their position.

Din’s eyes kept focusing on Snow’s face, the pictures he had seen, the holovids, none of it did her justice by any shape or form. Her delicate features could be seen even through the carbon, she looked peaceful, serene, an angel frozen in time. He felt his heart skip a beat, as his eyes held on to her face for just a moment longer, hoping to keep that image in his mind.

“Hey!” Cinderella knocked Djarin’s helmet, “Focus!”

“She’s right, Djarin. We need you here.”

“I’m here” he focused his attention back to the garage, “I’m counting at least 30, maybe 45 guards”

“Not to mention the 20 that were in the break room over there” Cinderella motioned towards a door that slid close, “We’ll need to lock that room”

“Any way to get some of the guards into that room” Boba eyed the garage in front of them, determining where the greater security risk was, who would be the most dangerous guard to take out.

“I have an idea” Din offered, “However …” he turned his attention to Cinderella, “Do you think you can draw their attention?”

“Depending on the kind of attention you mean?”

“Get them to think their receiving a gift from Lady Qi’ra”

“Excuse me?” Boba’s tense voice spoke up before she had a chance to react, “Exactly what are you thinking?”

“We paint her armour, and get her to get all of them to go to the break room thinking they’re waiting for a gift from Lady Qi’ra, why? What were you thinking?”

“I’m not thinking anything”

“That’s clearly evident”

“Oh we’re going to start this again” Boba’s fist clenched by his side.

“Boys. Boys. Let us remember we can only stay here for so long before we’re found out. I don’t think we’ll have enough time for me to get their attention, but what if we used the PA system.”

“You think they have a PA system here?” Boba tilted his head at her.

“Or what if we capture one of them, and use their comms to trick them”

“That works, there’s a guard coming this way” Din’s visor focused on the smaller guard who seemed to be on edge, he nodded towards the other two indicating he would take the guard out. He shifted into position, readying himself when an alarm reached their ears.

It wasn’t a warning alarm, rather, some sort of reminder, they remained still, watching as half the crew exited the garage, leaving about 20 in the garage.

Diary,

I thought for sure we were cooked, but when the alarm sounded, and most of the guards exited the garage it was as though a breath of fresh air wafted through. It finally felt we could breathe, it didn’t take us long to make our escape, getting rid of those who stood in our way. We boarded the ship and exited Crimson Dawns territory, as quickly as Boba was able to input the hyperspace code.

“Cinder, can I offer a suggestion?”

She turned to look at Din, his armour was off and his movements were slow, clearly the injuries he had were affecting him now that the adrenaline had crashed.

“Before you make a suggestion” she focused back on Snow’s slab, “Did you apply any bacta on your wounds?”

Din was shocked by the concern, “What? You actually care?”

Cinderella made one final check on Snow, before turning her full attention to Din, “You helped me get my sister back, of course I care. Also …” she stepped closer to him, reaching behind her, pulling out the darksabre, holding out the handle to Din, “This actually belongs to you.”

“I lost it”

“It was stolen”

“During combat”

“After you had already won. Look, she cheated, got her goons to electrocute you, and then whip you, none of that says that she won it in fair combat. If anything it says she’s a petty pathetic woman who does not deserve to have all those people following her. You are it’s rightful owner, and the rightful ruler of Mand’alor.”

She took his hand placing the saber gently in it, closing his hands around the familiar handle. Once it was in his hand she took a step back, “I know I’ve teased, mocked and sometimes … okay I was downright rude to you, but truth of the matter is, I’ve been watching and observing you. You have a restraint that is needed in a leader. You stay true to your word. You are …” she cleared her throat, “You are a Mand’alor my sister would be proud of, and I know she’d want you to have this back.”

Din squeezed his hand around the handle, “Thank you” his eyes focused on the sabre that hadn’t been something he wanted, and yet now having it back made him realize how much he truly missed it. What it meant for him to have won it in the first place. He let out a huff, before focusing on Cinderella’s helmet, “You ever going to tell me how you got it back”

She shifted her head from side to side, “I will … eventually, but seeing how flustered you get not knowing just …” she laughed as she shifted from side to side, “oh it just fills me with joy.” She laughed once more as she turned her attention back to Snow, “Anyways, you came down here because you had a suggestion?”

“I was going to suggest to wait to wake her until we get to Tatooine”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Boba said that he would have the best doctor he knows there, along with extra bacta for the tank.” Cinderella stopped what she was doing to look at her sister’s sleeping face, “You know for six years I’ve dreamt of this moment, and now that we’re here I keep expecting to wake up.”

“Well little one” Boba’s voice filled the cargo hold, “It’s not a dream” he strode up to the two … well three of them, he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze, “It’s not a dream, cyar’ika. You found her and soon, she’ll be awake and by your side. We’re on our way to Tatooine, we should be landing within a day and a half.”

He shifted a little, despite how easy everything seemed, things were not exactly sitting well with him, “Does anyone else feel that was way too easy?”

“I think you’re being paranoid, let’s not forget we did make a significant dent in their gang.”

“Frankly, I didn’t see how anything we did was easy” Din let out an exasperated sigh as a new wave of pain hit him.

“You are in pain, just sit and relax vod”

Cinderella shifted and leaned against Snow’s slab, “Listen even if it was easy, we got out of there and we’re in hyperspace, we can just jump out a few hyperspace links ahead, do a sweep of the ship, make sure there are no trackers. Right?”

“Yeah, I just don’t … something just doesn’t feel right.”

“I know” She rubbed his arm, now that he had mentioned an uneasy feeling settled in her stomach.

Boba glanced over to Din, he turned on the comms between the two of them “Soon you’ll actually get to meet her vod and get to know her as a real live person and not some holoimage. Then hopefully, you can fall in love with the person and not the idea of who she is.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about vod”

“Yes, you do. From what Cinder’s told me, she’s perfect for you.”

“Ahem!” They both turned to look at Cinderella who was leaning against Snow’s slab her body shaking from her silent laughter, “You both do realize I can hear you, right?”

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My “Cinderreylla” (Rey + Cinderella 2015) cosplay from Star wars Celebration 2023. A bit slow but finally got to share these aswell! Many thanks to the kind con people for sending me photos!!

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Tea Time

Wrote this and didn't proof read. Enjoy!

SUPER SWEET Fluffy McFluff 🍬 🍫 🍭

König 👑 x Reader + OC Daughter

König- A Colonel of Kortac, A living battering ram and a ruthless killer- A man who scared even the most hardened of soilders.

Now in a hand cast decorated in scratch and sniff stickers and being walked through his home by a little girl in a Ariel night gown. His usual tactical gear replaced by well worn sweatpants and a old Star Wars shirt, and his face bare to the elements.

However here he wasn't just König- he was Hans too, Husband to (Y/N) a simple nurse and father to 4 year old Eden. The little girl currently dragging him to her Disney Princess Bedroom by his uninjured fingers.

He'd been sent on temporary leave due to breaking his hand during his last mission- rolling out of a moving vehicle during an extraction (Lies. In truth he rolled out of bed wrong and crushed his own hand) However he saw it as a blessing non the less. You having gone out to run a few errands which left König to spend the day with his little girl.

"Papa Sit! I made us tea!" Little Eden squealed, König looking over the little pink table set up with stuffed animals and even littler plastic chairs. Smiling as he gingerly lowered himself onto the tiny plastic pink chair, huffing softly as he did so which made Eden bounce impatiently.

"Little small Princess, give papa a second"

Eden, oblivious to her father's predicament, handed him a toy teacup with a proud smile smile the second he could be seated.

"Here Papa!"

König, trying to grasp it with his uninjured hand, which happened to be his non dominant- His large fingers awkwardly able to grasp the tiny plastic cup- this one having Cinderella on the front of it, "Meine Hände sind heute nicht in Topform" (My hands are not in top form today) he joked- often his times home he spoke to Eden in his native tongue, helping her to learn and understand him and pick up the language herself which she had done beautifully.

Despite the challenge, König sipped imaginary tea which to his surprise had liquid in it- water it seemed with all the elegance he could muster. Eden clearly happy giggled, pouring her water tea into cups and declared, "Papa, du bist der beste Teetrinker!" (Dad, you're the best tea drinker!)

König face softened at this- God he missed spending time with her, he knew his job was important but these moments with Eden ment the world to him. Now enjoying these tea party activities, using his injured hand to hold a stuffed bear she had handed him he chuckled, "Danke Princess"

As the tea party continued, König found himself stuck in a tiny chair which was perfect as his little girl put butterfly clips in his short ginger hair and some purple makeup on his powdery eyes, now struggling to maintain a dignified posture- His legs beginning to fall asleep and the chair making it impossible to be comforble as the pink makeup brush batted his poor face.

"Princess- a little more gentle" He said calmly- Winking when some of the cheap kid makeup got into his eye.

"Almost done Papa!" She said, finishing off with a smear of lip gloss over his scared lips.

"Very pretty Papa!"

"Oh? War ich vorher nicht hübsch?"

(Oh? Was I not pretty before?)

"No!" She exclaimed honestly which made König laugh rather loudly. Nothing like the honesty of a child to humble any man.

Eden continued to serve her tea and even bringing up chopped up conversations and random handfuls of snacks she scattered on the table which König pretended to eat. Which was making him shift and damn near fall from his chair-

Eden couldn't help but laugh at her father's predicament "Papa, du bi't so komisch!" (Dad, you're so funny!) She exclaimed while clapping and stomping her little feet, But stopping as her attention went to her open bedroom door immediately as you peaked in having just returned and still dressed for running errands a smile going over your lips.

"Hans?-" You say softly holding back a laugh at the sight of your husband. All nearly 7ft of him crammed on a tiny plastic chair that you could see was bent out of shape from his weight.

"Mama!" Eden cried out, rushing to you quickly with a toothy grin. "We having a tea party!"

"A tea party? Oh that sounds nice" You say with a smile, looking to your husband who batted his poorly painted eyes at you.

"Very nice- Care to join us?" He said with a smile, you walking over and kissing his forehead gently, making sure to avoid the splattering of makeup over his chizzled face.

"Why I'd love to~" You purr, König smiling at this as he helps you sit next to him in a matching plastic chair. Eden excitedly pouring you a tea cup of her water tea and handing it to you.

You looked down at the cup in question, looking to Eden who poured König another cup as well.

"Eden- Honey, where did you get the water from?" You question, knowing she couldn't reach the sink yet- König sipping the tiny bit of water.

"The toilet!"

A snort leaving you in laughter at that moment as König shot out the bit of water from his mouth. You watch König face scrunch up in total horror and disgust as he jumped from the chair like it was on fire spitting and wiping his tongue as he marched away- you now dying of laughter on the floor as he stepped around you, Eden looked at her father confused as he rushed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Verdammt noch mal!"

#dad!konig #cod konig #könig x reader #Dad!König #konig x reader #konig cod #konig #könig call of duty #x wife reader #könig x fem reader #x female reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty

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friendlyneighborhoodamara · 1 year

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What Your Favorite Zelda Ship Says About You (for the games I’m familiar with)

General:

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You are a firm believer in the inherent beauty of two souls coming together, again and again, through reincarnation after reincarnation.

Hylia x Hero: …see above. Also, you read the Skyward Sword manga.

Ocarina of Time:

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You think classic Disney Princess movies are more feminist than given credit, and that Cinderella is more badass than she’s given credit.

Link x Sheik: You were absolutely fucking pissed to learn that you can only play as Sheik in Super Smash Bros. Also you are almost definitely some flavor of trans.

Link x Dark Link: Looking back on your childhood, you can pinpoint Ocarina of Time as the beginning of your crippling addiction to “Enemies to Lovers”.

(Child) Link x Saria: You really like Disney Channel movies where the popular kid’s girlfriend is nice to the loser protagonist.

Link x Malon: You just want good things for Link. And really, who wouldn’t? Also, you’re a horse girl.

(Adult) Link x Nabooru: Your favorite Champion is Urbosa.

Link x Ruto: You love the scene in Dragon Ball where Goku accidentally proposes to Chi-Chi but holds up to that promise when they’re adults.

Twilight Princess:

Link x Midna (MidLink): You are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of getting dunked on.

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You are a firm believer in keeping things canon and keeping things wholesome.

Link x Ilia (IliaLink): You believe that the Hero of Time settled down with Malon.

Midna x Zelda (Midzel): You hypothetically want a girlfriend who can kick your ass but realistically you just want to be bridle carried. Also, you read the manga.

Midna x Zelda x Link (Midzelink): Your solution to a love triangle is ALWAYS polyamory.

Midna x Zant (MidZant): Your AO3 history is about 50% Reylo fanfiction.

Zant x Ganondorf (Zandorf): You definitely got your start in the Star Wars fandom by writing Kylo x Hux slash fic.

Skyward Sword:

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You have gotten into at least five heated Internet arguments about Skyward Sword being underrated. Also you cried at that ZeLink shot in the Tears of the Kingdom trailer.

Hylia x (Original) Link (Hylink): You cried at that other shot in the Tears of the Kingdom trailer of maybe Link’s metal arm holding maybe Hylia’s arm. Also you read the manga.

Link x Ghirahim (GhiraLink): You are still pissed Ghirahim wasn’t in Smash.

Link x Groose (GroosLink): Your mom told you that that mean boy on the playground pulled your hair because he likes you and you never let go of that.

Zelda x Groose (Zeloose): You are painfully heterosexual. Alternatively, you are Groose.

Breath of the Wild:

Link x Zelda (ZeLink): You are a firm believer in the inherent romanticism of shared trauma and Knight x Princess dynamics.

Link x Mipha (MiphLink): Your ideal relationship dynamic is one-sided, tragic pining. Press F to pay respects.

Link x Paya (PayLink): You just want good things for Paya. And really, who wouldn’t?

Link x Sidon (SidLink): You’re always a slut for beautiful cinnamon rolls, too good for this world, too pure.

Link x Revali (RevaLink): You love the Tumblr meme that’s like “You want to fuck me so bad, it makes you look stupid.” Also, you think people are too mean to Revali.

Zelda x Revali (ZeReval (?)): You are heterosexual.

Urbosa x Zelda’s Mom: You are a strong supporter of two women who are sick of a man’s bullshit.

King Rhoam x Literally Anyone: You think Endeavor deserves a redemption arc.

EDIT: the sequel

#legend of zelda #what your favorite ship says about you #ocarina of time #twilight princess #skyward sword #breath of the wild #zelink

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pinkhairswagtourney · 10 months

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UPDATE: tourney postponned due to being shadowbanned ;;; i'm still waiting for staff to respond to my ticket . i'll update this as soon as i'm unshadowbanned .

starting on 07/05/2023, we'll continue voting to figure out who is the swaggiest pink haired character of all time !!

ROUND TWO MATCHUPS

PART ONE - 07/05 Iris Lovefeather - Tales of the Rays VS Yuyuko Saigyouji - Touhou Project Sara - Tales of Link VS Estellise Sidos Heurassein - Tales of Vesperia Mirai Momoyama - Sparkling Prism Channel VS Mashiro Nijigaoka - Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure Yasuho Hirose - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure VS Narciso Anasui - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Yoomtah Zing - Epithet Erased VS Giovanni Potage - Epithet Erased Kohaku Oukawa - Ensemble Stars VS Muku Sakisaka - Act! Addict! Actors! Riamu Yumemi - The iDOLM@STER Cinderella Girls VS Shion Mikekado - DREAM!ing Ran - Urusei Yatsura VS Genkai - YuYu Hakusho

PART TWO - 07/06 Hilda Valentine Goneril - Fire Emblem: Three Houses VS Elysia - Honkai Impact Clover Field - Zero Escape VS Nao Egokoro - Your Turn to Die Ilima - Pokemon VS Nurse Joy - Pokemon Ribbon - Kirby VS Cotton Candy Cookie - Cookie Run Madoka Kaname - Madoka Magica VS Crona - Soul Eater Neon Nostrade - Hunter x Hunter (1999) VS Amu Hinamori - Shugo Chara! Jewelry Bonney - One Piece VS Satsuki Momoi - Kuroko no Basket Perona - One Piece VS Shima Renzou - Blue Exorcist

PART THREE - 07/07 Utena Tenjou - Revolutionary Girl Utena VS Anya Forger - Spy x Family Cleo - Dragalia Lost VS Nadeshiko Kagamihara - Yuru Camp Sucy Manbavaran - Little Witch Academia VS Chika Fujiwara - Kaguya-Sama: Love is War Sakura Haruno - Naruto VS Hitori Gotoh - Bocchi the Rock! Lilim - Puyo Puyo VS Popuri - Harvest Moon Sheena Murphy - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles VS Ln'eta - Sucker for Love: First Date Marluxia - Kingdom Hearts VS Kazuichi Souda - Danganronpa Toadette - Mario Series VS Tinkaton - Pokemon

PART FOUR - 07/08 Rina Tennoji - Love Live VS Himemori Luna - Hololive Lily Tabacchi - Lily’s Well VS Jinmay - Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go! “Big” Jack Horner - Puss in Boots VS Jerrica Benton - Jem and the Holograms Vivian - Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door VS Aubrey - OMORI Sakura Miku - Vocaloid VS Nikki - Love Nikki Bonnibel Bubblegum - Adventure Time VS Amy Rose - Sonic the Hedgehog Kipo Oak - Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts VS Tecna - Winx Club Violet - Arcane VS Kory Anders - Titans

#pink hair swag tourney #round two #mod post

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arctrooper69 · 1 year

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My Cinderella

A series of shorts and ficlets following Fives and his family in an AU in which clones are allowed to have relationships and actual lives outside of the GAR.

Series Masterlist

Beta read by @agenteliix (You da best!)

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All Through the Night

Fives' daughter Chloe bonds with her dad over nightmares.

Warnings: Nightmares

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"Fives we need to go!"

The command sounded muffled, far away. His mind was a void save for one word. Echo. A brief hesitation - the only outward acknowledgement of the strangling pain in his chest.

Then they were moving on. Moving forward as if nothing had happened, as if their only inconvenience was the destruction of the shuttle.

"You left me." Echo stood before him as a spectre - a shadow of his living self.

"I didn't want to... I thought you were dead!"

An overwhelming guilt flooded Fives' veins with ice and settled in his chest making it impossible to breathe.

The bright flash of the exploding shuttle replayed again and again.

"Echo, no! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"You left me to die!"

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Fives woke with a start. Sweat soaked his shirt and he shivered. Your side of the bed was empty. You were working late tonight. His chest felt tight, like he couldn't ever get enough air - like the weight of everything he'd seen and all the brothers he'd lost was pushing him deep beneath the angry waves of the merciless Kaminoan ocean. He was drowning.

Fives wanted to be angry. He wanted to grieve, but there was no time for that. No time for anything but combat these days and it had even the most seasoned men on edge.

He got up, knowing that he'd never be able to get back to sleep tonight. At least not until you came home.

He couldn't explain how you made him feel safe. You made him feel strong. You were sweet and gentle, everything the war was not. It was your soothing voice that dulled the ache in his chest. He stripped his soaked T-shirt and replaced it with a clean one before slumping down on the couch in the living room. He turned on a holofilm.

A wailing shriek came suddenly from upstairs. Chloe. Fives bolted up the stairs to his daughter's bedroom.

"Daddy!" She sobbed, tossing and turning. He sat on the edge of her bed and shook her gently.

"Shhh... baby. It's okay! It was just a dream. You're okay."

Chloe's large honey brown eyes shot open with terror as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her dark hair stuck out at all angles which would've pulled a chuckle from Fives if she weren't currently terrified.

His heart melted but the feeling of drowning had not abated. If anything, her screams had made it worse. She didn't deserve this

"Daddy!" Fives picked her up, holding her shaking form in his arms and sat down in the rocking chair.

"Hey, shhh... hey I'm here. Daddy's here." He rocker her back and forth.

She sniffled, wiping her eyes on Fives' shirt. He rubbed her back as her sobs quieted down.

"Dada?" She asked in a small voice, looking up at him.

Fives rested his chin on the top of her head. "I'm right here, baby. Daddy's right here. You're okay."

"I..." she sniffled violently. "I had a bad dream." She shifted so that she sat in his lap, leaning back into the crook of his elbow so that she could see his face.

"Yeah?"

She nodded solemnly. "I... it was..." She began to get worked up again as her lip quivered.

"Hey, shh... You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

She shook her head, burying her face into his chest.

"There was a monster and it tried to eat you, Dada!"

Fives wiped her face, kissing her forehead.

"Daddy's not going anywhere, sweetheart. No monsters can hurt Daddy or Chloe. Besides..." he cracked a smile at her, "I don't think we'd taste too good."

She giggled a little at that. "And you fight them away?"

Fives nodded seriously. "That's right. We'll scare em away, won't we."

Chloe nodded, sitting up in his lap. "Yeah."

The soothing chirping of crickets sounded lightly through the window as they sat in silence.

"Daddy?" Chloe asked.

"Hmm?"

"Do you get bad dreams too? About monsters?"

"How could you leave me Fives!" Echo's ghostly voice rang through his ears. "You left me to die!" It seemed to press on his chest. It was a heavy weight that always seemed to be crushing his insides. He closed his eyes.

"Yeah, sweetie. Daddy has bad dreams too."

He sighed and leaned back into the chair, on the verge of falling asleep once again.

Two small, slender arms wrapped themselves around his neck and a little pair of lips gently kissed his forehead.

"Don't worry, Daddy. I'll protect you."

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