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[tonsillessscum]

Actually my b, this one is better @obvslybatgrl

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[tsivi]

Fuck you guys I LOVED nerd rebelle I LOVE Lego friends I fucking loved boys toys marketed for girls

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[mlichaelm]

after watching the latest Ahsoka series trailer, i have some thoughts on storytelling and creative interpretation. i have no clue how the trailer went over with fans since i haven’t looked yet, but something important to remember about the stylistic choices is that large corporations and franchises have trained us to believe that stories and characters have to be exactly the same across the board every single time.

as a writer and general media enjoyer, fan media is about as close to true storytelling as we can get nowadays. now, you might argue “but it’s not consistent!” and that is precisely my point. you’ve seen the old posts. ancient stories we know today have different endings or meanings or details, etc etc. and fan fiction is the same way. the same stories, the same characters, the same settings; different stories, different characters, different stories.

to bring it to a point. initially, for me personally, it was tempting to point out any perceived flaws i saw with the character portrayals or the voices or the makeup or the plot points or whatever the hell else. but i landed on the realization that this is literally just the second trailer we’ve received. we only have maybe three minutes’ worth of footage to work with, if that. whatever we glean from the trailer is only a fraction of the work that’s gone into this series, and a very fragmented, conglomerated fraction of it at that. with that in mind, it’s really pointless to critique the show before we’ve even seen it in its entirety.

now, i do have my hopes and reservations for it—being a Thrawn apologist and fan—but like i mentioned, this is just one way to spin the story. if you really hate it, write a different story, draft a different comic, compose a different theme. hell, maybe i will too, who knows. art is subjective and made to be experienced and challenged and enjoyed and we’re all going to have differing ideas and opinions about it. feel free to make your own art and take ownership of your thoughts, but also take the time to understand where other creatives are coming from. (ironic considering Ahsoka is headed up by disney, a major corporation who generally probably couldn’t care less about artistic appreciation, but my point stands)

#yes this is about Hera and Thrawn’s portrayals lmao #i’m still excited don’t get me wrong!!! #but i was setting myself up for disappointment expecting something else #all i ask is that thrawn isn’t nerfed because he’s double hands down the best character #sw #star wars #star wars shows #ahsoka series #ahsoka tano #star wars rebels #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #hera syndulla #rebels sabine #semi rant

[smartnerf]

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[smoothwint]

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It does have a little menthol smell to it, but that quickly dissipates along with that itch. This oatmeal based anti-itch cream was something that we were both able to try, and we have to say that it worked for us. If I were to see this available in the store, I would probably be interested at first, just looking at the packaging, however having actually tried this drink mix, I would definitely pass it by. Something about secret and proprietary blends of ingredients doesn’t make me too hopeful that a product will do anything. As for the actual effect of the mix, I would say that I didn’t really feel any different even 15-20 minutes after. The Pomegranate Blueberry did have a bit of this, but not as bad as the Dragon Fruit. It almost seemed to have a chalky smell to it, if there really is such a thing. It seemed to have a somewhat chemical-like taste to it and it smelled reminiscent of the Bottle Caps candies. The Pomegranate Blueberry tasted okay, and the Dragon Fruit didn’t taste very good. I tried the Pomegranate Blueberry First, and then I tried the Dragon Fruit.

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In Travis’ opinion, they were good as a free snack, but nothing he’d buy himself. He said that they were fairly bland, and the coating was very unevenly distributed. There was a bit of a sweet and tangy taste to them, but they just didn’t deliver on that BBQ flavor that one expects from a BBQ chip. However, the Tangy BBQ flavor didn’t really come through. They are a bit reminiscent of rice cakes, and closely mimic the Special K Popped Chips. Texturally, Travis thought that these were okay snacks. I don’t have any issues falling asleep myself, but since this seemed to have actually helped, I would say that it’s worth a shot if you have some nights of difficulty falling asleep (but I wouldn’t substitute this for medicine). But I think if something says that it’s some kind of berry flavor, I would personally expect a bit more than a slight hint of a taste.

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I’m not really sure if this is a plus or a minus, but when mixed with water, he indicated that it didn’t have much of a taste. Travis was the one to try the Snoozeberry Dream Water Sleep powder, and from his experience, it seems to work! We were both a bit hesitant to believe the claims of this drink mix, but he did see a difference in his ease of falling asleep. If you’re in the mood for popcorn, this is a brand worth buying, but I would perhaps add a little extra salt. It seems to be an air-popped variety of popcorn, and somehow seemed lighter in weight than some other popcorn I’ve tried previously. I wouldn’t really expect it to be ocean salty, but it could use a little more salt. However, though the bag was labeled ‘Simply Sea Salt’ there wasn’t but a hint of salt to it. We took a look at a few products that were sent to us so kindly by the folks at Daily Goodie Box, and wrote a bit about the opinions we shared in the video. In this video, we take a look at Daily Goodie Box, a subscription box that despite the name, is a monthly box that is FREE! This box is instead a box of product samples, sent to you for review! All you have to do is go to to sign up, and next month you may get a box of your own!*

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[vixenicks]

gwen stacy is the nerf rebelle of spider man variants

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[ab121500]

So, i realize its been a minute since i yelled about prime but i just gotta ask.

Can someone please explain to me why the hell they chose BIG THE CAT instead of say, idk, OMEGA???

Last i checked (granted, i havent looked at the sonic fandom in ages so i could be wrong and thats okay!) EVERYONE hated Big. I still hate big, his levels are the WORST part of sonic adventure. To the point that his shit is the only thing i have left in that fucking game.

If they wanted someone from the games, Omega was right there! Hes even in the same games as big! More even! Sure, he might not work in the Maze but then just... leave him out?? Omega's still pretty big in the comics, hes a fan favorite, and like. I need to see Rebel and New Yolk!Omega together.

They did him so dirty. Idk why sega is like "eh team dark sucks we shouldn't use em anywhere." They nerfed the hell out of shadow and forgot Omega. At least Rouge gets some recognition, but how much of that is the fact shes the only other girl character besides Amy everyone likes/is older. Cream is liked, but then they have to remember chao exist and shes like 6, idk what the badger from Boom's deal is (if she was in the games or not. But sega wants us to forget sonic boom and yknow thats valid) they remember Blaze every now and again. (Ik theres a bunch in the comic, but im counting ones in the actual games)

But noooo lets add fucking BIG. Why not espio? Or Vector? I would be less mad at Charmy. Hell, fucking use Jet or any of the other birds from Riders! Or silver! Justice for Silver man, he had such a shitty game and now sega doesn't like saying he was a thing.

Anyway, i'm mad that there was no team dark interaction in Prime. Only that little bit at the end with Shadow and Rouge. No omega, no reaction from shadow about ghosty Rouge (fight me, they're friends! Thats not even a headcannon!) nothing. Gah.

I miss Omega :( but god i hate playing heroes its so cluncky. I'll do what i must for my boy.

#team dark #sonic prime spoilers #sonic the hedgehog #sth #shadow the hedgehog #big the cat #rouge the bat #team chaotix #sonic #rant #e 123 omega

[explodingsilver]

Book review: Nightbane by Alex Aster

Lightlark…2!

I’ve already made my thoughts on the first book quite clear (read that review first if you haven’t already; I don’t feel like rehashing all the context), and were I a bit more sensible, I would have stayed away from its sequel. I am, however, somewhat of a literary masochist, so of course I borrowed this from Hoopla the day it was released (November 7th, not too long ago). Very pleased that I was able to write this review much faster than the first one, though this review is shorter, at only 2,100 words long. Was the experience worth it? I don’t know, you tell me.

(There are spoilers ahead, on the off chance that you care)

The plot and style

After the events of the first book, Isla is trying to learn her several powers as well as get a hold of this “leading two different realms” thing while trying to move on from getting betrayed by four different people she used to love. At a celebration for a Wildling holiday (in which no Wildlings other than herself are in attendance), Grim magically crashes the party from afar and announces that the Nightshade army will destroy Lightlark in thirty days. The other realms start preparing for the invasion, and Isla tries to recover all her lost memories of being with Grim in hope that they will reveal what his goal is and how to stop him, especially after receiving a prophetic vision of him standing in the ruins of a village he destroyed with his powers.

Put simply, if the plot of the first book is split between “Isla and Celeste search for a MacGuffin” and “Isla and Oro search for a different MacGuffin”, this book is split between “Isla and Oro do basic defense building stuff” and “Isla remembers the time she and Grim searched for a third MacGuffin”. There’s also a subplot about a rebel group trying to capture Isla, but this is inconsequential and could’ve been dropped entirely.

It feels like there was an attempt to address some of the criticism of the first book, but not nearly enough of an attempt. On the one hand, metaphor usage has improved to the point where it actually feels like it was written by a human being and not a neural network (no throbbing and raw glaciers this time around), the book acknowledges that no longer having a power no one else had in the first place is less bad than having a maximum lifespan of 25, and Isla realizes that Grim let her win the duel in the first book and that she did not win against a 500+ year old army general on the strength of her own skill. On the other hand, it does not address questions like “how does Starling society even function if none of them ever live to 26?” or “if Oro always knows when someone is lying, why didn’t he call bullshit the moment Celeste said ‘Hi, my name is Celeste’?”

Speaking of that last thing: I didn’t mention it in my review of the first book because it didn’t really feel relevant to anything, but each ruler has a ‘flair’, a special power that is unique to them. Oro’s is that he can always tell when someone is lying. Grim’s is that he can teleport. This book reveals that Isla’s is that she is immune to curses. Glad to finally have an answer to one of my biggest questions of the first book (checks notes) 75% of the way through the second one, when this explanation should’ve been given the moment we learned the original stated reason does not apply.

Wildling elixir and its (lack of) consequences

Much of this book centers around the presence of the Wildling elixir from the first book, a potion that is super effective at healing wounds. As you might imagine, this kills a lot of the tension. Used in conjunction with Isla’s magical teleportation device, “teleport away, use Wildling elixir, teleport back” becomes an easy way to recover when the characters get their flesh ripped apart. And indeed, they do this all the time! The book tries to nerf this strategy by stating that the elixir is rare due to the flower used to make it being rare, but 1) this is at odds with Isla’s very liberal use of it, and 2) aren’t the Wildlings the “make flowers grow instantly” people? Why can’t they just use those powers on it like they do for every other plant?

There was a bit of potential for an interesting theme with these flowers: Isla eventually learns that while the Wildlings use them to make the healing elixir, the Nightshades use those exact same flowers to make the titular nightbane, which is basically fantasy heroin. I was intrigued by this motif (I like it when things have a dual nature like that), but unfortunately this doesn’t really go anywhere, other than some vague gesturing at “wow, just like Isla”. Speaking of Isla…

Isla

This time around, Isla is clearly traumatized by the events of the last book, trusts very few people, and is aware that she is in over her head with leading two realms full of subjects she barely knows while also being the king’s unofficial consort. Not a bad start for a character arc, but in effect, she has gone from naive and impulsive to naive, impulsive, and guilty about those things while making little effort to amend them. It feels like her attitude towards leadership is basically “I’m allowed to call myself a bad leader but nobody is allowed to agree with me on that.”

Much of Isla’s internal conflict in this book is based around her Nightshade heritage on her father's side. She is convinced that there is an inherently evil part of her because her father was from the Inherently Evil Realm. This may not come as a surprise, but I do not like when stories have such a thing as an Inherently Evil Realm. Not only does Nightshade fill this role, but the book never even gestures at pushing back against Isla’s conviction that her heritage taints her, and in fact ends up affirming it.

This book really told me to my face that Isla is the first person in millennia to have both Wildling and Nightshade powers. I do not buy that even for a moment. Maybe my disbelief is because the series discarded the “only one realm’s power set per person, even if their parents are from different realms” thing in the same book it was introduced, and I would expect there to be Wildling/Nightshade couples way more often than once per few millennia. But no, that highly plausible thing can’t happen because then Isla won’t be the most special person currently alive!

The other characters

Sadly, the rest of the cast did not improve, and in some instances, got worse.

Oro going from "world weary, distant king" to "official love interest" has unfortunately sanded down all his interesting aspects, and everything I liked about his character in the first book now takes a backseat to being overly protective of Isla and making stock Love Interests threats to kill anyone who hurts her. I swear, he turned so generic that some of his lines were indistinguishable from something Grim would say. But hey, if nothing else, he at least didn’t get character assassinated like I was sure he would!

While Grim actually does stuff in this book, he still has no personality traits other than what's included in the Sexy Villain Starter Pack. Like, it actually upsets me that he's such an absolute nothing of a character. Everything about him begins and ends with “what if the villain…was sexy?”, and there are about a morbillion stories out there that provide more interesting answers to this question. You’d think focusing on him this much would be the perfect opportunity to give him any unique traits at all, but Aster certainly did not take that opportunity, nor did she ever answer the question of why he likes Isla, despite the sheer number of pages dedicated to their relationship.

As for everyone else? Azul, our beloved token gay black man who runs his realm like a democracy, still receives woefully little page time. Cleo, the bitchy ruler who hates Isla for no reason, receives even less, but at least we get to hear about her dead son, I guess. Ella, Isla's Starling assistant, is mentioned so rarely I wonder if Aster forgot she exists. There are also several new average citizen characters introduced, but none of them are remotely interesting. They're all defined solely by whether or not they're on Isla's side. It says something when the best new character is Isla's new animal companion (a panther named Lynx, who rules because he does not give a shit about Isla).

The chili pepper emoji, as the TikTokers call it

Because I must do as the book did and address the topic of sex before I get to the final important bits.

This book is much hornier than the first one, but in a way that makes large parts of it feel like one of those dreams where you're trying to have sex with someone but your attempts keep getting interrupted. I regret that I did not count the number of times Isla was about to fuck someone and then got denied for some reason or another.

There are three times she actually succeeds, and luckily these scenes do not read like they were written by Sarah J. Maas, despite her obvious influence on everything else. This doesn't seem like much of a compliment, but this series needs all the W’s it can get. That's not to say everything is fine, though. There's one scene that's obviously using all the "first time" stuff for characterization, and I can't help but feel this would be more effective had they not already slept together a few short chapters beforehand? Like c’mon, all you had to do was switch the order of those two scenes.

The ending

Shortly before the Nightshade army is set to storm the island and destroy it, Isla learns Grim’s (and Cleo’s) real motivation for doing so: there’s a portal on the island leading to another world, one in which the original founders of Lightlark came from before making Lightlark in the image of the world they left. Grim and Cleo want to open that portal and reach the other world, which will just so happen to destroy the island. They’re not actually trying to kill everyone for the evulz. Isla, in her naivety, accidentally opens it for them before they even arrive.

During the final battle, while trying to steal Grim's powers so she can kill him and save Lightlark, Isla finally remembers the last two important memories: 1) she and Grim actually got married right before he memory-wiped her, and 2) what she thought was a prophetic vision of him killing an entire village was actually a memory of her doing so. Convinced that she'll accidentally kill Oro if she stays with him, she agrees to go with Grim, whom she just realized she is still in love with, in exchange for a promise that he'll withdraw the attack.

I cannot remember the last time I had this strong of an "are you fucking kidding me" reaction to the end of a book. But after some thinking, I decided that it actually makes for some great tragedy material. “Traumatized woman with a supportive partner becomes convinced that she’s too horrible to be with him and goes back to her terrible husband” would make for a good story if this was a more grounded book written by anyone else. Alas, this concept just had to be tackled here.

I also naively thought that because the deal was for two books, that means this would be a duology. But it feels like there will be a third book, and I'm hoping there is, not out of any desire for more (unsure how much more I can take), but because it would be straight-up authorial malpractice to end the series on that note.

Conclusion

This honestly wasn’t quite as bad as the first book, but the problems that persisted outweighed the ones that got fixed, and the severe case of Middle Book Syndrome certainly did not help its case. It’s a very small improvement stylistically, but when the nicest things I can say about it are “there were some concepts that could’ve made for an interesting story in the hands of a better author” and “the sex scenes aren’t atrocious” and “the cat is kinda cool”, then I feel justified in calling it terrible overall. It’s a good thing that Lightlark…3! is presumably a long ways away, because I will need all that time to recover from having read this.

#nightbane #lightlark #alex aster #ya fantasy #book review #book discussion #original content do not steal

[seven-oomen]

My biggest problem with these last two episodes is how much they nerfed Hunter's abilities.

Like I get it from a story/narrative standpoint because his power is ridiculously overpowered. But it bothers me so much. That there was an assassin IN THE SAME ROOM and Hunter did not register him.

Like either the suit they're in dampens their electromagnetic signature. Because Hemlock's not stupid. OR IT'S A GIANT PLOTHOLE.

And that bothers me.

I loved everything with Crosshair though. Omega copying him is adorable.

And I do really think the assassin is Cody. Tech is the number 2 suspect for me. But it'll be one of these two.

And I think that they'll either contact Bail Organa at some point about Omega's M-count, or Ahsoka, and that the group learns what that means. Like I do think Rex's story is gonna intertwine more with rebels at some point during this season.

It also makes me really nervous. Because canonically the only 5 clones that are safe are Rex, Gregor, Wolffe, Boba, and Kix. We don't know what happens to the rest of them and that scares the shit out of me.

But at least we'll have fanfics.

#the bad batch #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #tbb theories #star wars

[tarisilmarwen]

Title: Little Wooden Lightsaber Boy

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Rating: K+

Pairing/Relationships: Ezra/Sabine

Character(s): Sabine Wren, Tristan Wren, Alrich Wren, Ursa Wren, Tiber Saxon, Darth Maul, Ezra Bridger, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla

Genre: Romance/Drama

Summary: Life Day at the Wren stronghold is always a big affair, and this year Sabine gets a very special present--a little wooden figure of a handsome Jedi general. Nutcracker AU.

AO3, FFNet

@sabezra-life-day-celebration

It's late, because surprise surprise I had a plot bunny bite my ankle and get Ambitious, but here is my fic for Sabezra Life Day Celebration. Hope you all enjoy!

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Sabine loved the winter holidays.

It was one of the only times in the year the Wren Stronghold came alight with color and music, the normally dour gray halls festooned with green garlands and red ribbons, bright glowing glass orbs nestled in the branches of the enormous evergreen tree she and her extended family went out and cut down each year, hauling into the great hall with laughter and a unity of purpose. The fires stayed burning almost all night and her father piped festive songs and carols from giant speakers in his artist studio, the notes carrying down the halls and making the frozen palace alive and breathing with warmth.

She sat at one of the long tables now, a piece specially set out for the occasion, crowded between a half-dozen like it and covered with a soft, immaculately white tablecloth the color of the falling snow. Her fingers itched to draw, as she took in the twinkling splendor of the Life Day tree, glimmering yellow and violet and green and orange-gold in the corner.

It was technically a Wookie holiday, Life Day, but since the end of the Clone Wars and the victory of Coruscant, the winter celebration had spread throughout the galaxy, each planet in the Republic popping up with their own traditions and customs. Sabine had only been a toddler, but all her life she'd heard the stories—about how the Jedi Order bravely uncovered a horrible Sith plot, overthrew the Chancellor and installed a new era of peace and prosperity.

A prosperity they were heartily enjoying now, she thought, eyeing the platter of roast nerf ribs being passed down the table.

She grabbed a chunk from the platter and bit into it eagerly, the warm seasoned juices filling her mouth.

"Sabine!" her mother chided, from her spot at the head of the table, a place of prominence befitting the Countess. "Manners!"

Sabine grabbed up her napkin and wiped her chin, grinning cheekily at Ursa as the festivities carried on. Her favorite part of the night was coming up—the traditional Mandalorian dances and gift exchange. They had to entertain a few other clans this year—the stronghold was quite crowded—so she and Tristan had promised to be each other's dance partners all night, to stave off any untoward attempts to seduce either of them, any political proposals that might have been sprung on them unexpectedly.

Her brother was already reaching for her hand, urging her out onto the dance floor in the center of the Great Hall. Sabine took one last bite of succulent rib roast, then put her hand and her trust in Tristan, who led her to the center of the floor and kept close to her as the music grew louder.

"So far so good," he quipped to her, as the music played on, loud and raucous as only a Mandalorian celebration could be, bodies breaking off from the dining tables and joining them on the dance floor. "I don't think I've seen a clan head look your way yet," he continued, teasing.

Sabine rolled her eyes with long-suffering affection. "Let's try to keep it that way," she said.

She stayed close to her brother as the night and the party drew on. Her father eventually emerged from his studio, beaming brightly as he presented Tristan and Sabine and the other young clan heirs with their gifts. Sabine accepted the brightly-wrapped package eagerly.

She tore the paper, the gilded green and gold coming off the box easily under her hands. She carefully lifted the lid of the white box and set it aside, gasping as she saw the contents.

A beautifully carved and painted wooden figure lay in the tissue paper. Sabine marveled at her father's craftmanship. The figure was immaculately designed, styled to look like an armored Jedi Knight from the Clone Wars, with a smart-looking blue hauberk and tabbards, orange piping along the sides of its tunic and leggings. It had a handsome tan face and bold black dots for eyes, and the hair was a blue-lined black painted on the back of its head. It had a prominent hinged jaw, a wood piece that connected to a lever in its back. Sabine carefully lifted the figure out of its packaging and worked the lever, seeing how the device fit together.

It was a nutcracker. A decorative kitchen tool, meant to crush the hard shells of koja and areca and a bevy of other species.

Sabine breathlessly thanked her father, one arm squeezing around him while the other clung to her prize.

"He's beautiful!" she told him, gazing once again with admiration at the little carved figure.

Alrich beamed with pride, launching into a prepared explanation of his artistic process, pointing at various parts of the nutcracker and explaining them.

Sabine listened with rapt attention, the artist in her appreciative and impressed. The gift exchange done, she dismissed herself from her father's presence, sitting back down at her place at the table and just watching the party continue on, late, late into the night as the fires popped and the drinks flowed freely.

Her gaze kept straying to her nutcracker, and more than once she let her fingers feather over the fine details, the meticulously painted golden fasteners and the sweeping lines that delineated armor pieces.

She was so caught up by the workmanship that she didn't notice when her distant cousin, Tiber of Clan Saxon, darkened her shoulder, not until he snatched the wooden figure from her hands and brought it up to his face to sneer at it.

"A little old to be playing with dolls aren't you, Miss Wren?" he huffed.

Sabine's mouth soured immediately, and she made a grab for her father's present. "Give that back!" she demanded. "It's mine!"

Tiber held it away from her, at arm's length with a curdled disdain. "What is this even supposed to be?" he asked snidely.

Sabine glared icily. "It's a Jedi General," she told the older man, hotly. "Give it back."

Tiber dodged the swipe she made for it with her hand, stepping away from the table. "Poor craftsmanship to fit a poorer subject matter," he dismissed. "What paltry Clan Wren trash."

Sabine watched in horror as he dropped her gift carelessly on the ground and stomped on it with his metal-lined boot.

"Hey!" she objected in distress, diving for her nutcracker.

Tiber was already stalking off, exiting the hall with a handful of his entourage, not even paying her a spare glance behind. Sabine glowered darkly as she carefully cradled her nutcracker to her chest, brushing off the scuff marks Tiber had left in the paint.

Her heart panged in dismay as she found that she couldn't erase a couple of the scratches. They dug into the wood of the figure's cheek, two ugly lines that marred her Jedi's smiling face.

Sabine tried her best to smooth out the gouges but it was no use, and she bit her lip, holding back her emotions.

As if sensing her sorrow, her father appeared at her shoulder.

"What's wrong, Sabine?" he asked, brown eyes full of concern.

Her mouth pinched and twisted as she explained, holding out the nutcracker to him. "Look what Tiber did to your work!" she complained, eyes stinging, blinking hard.

Alrich took the wooden figure gently in his hands, making a quick scan of the damage.

After a moment he smiled.

"Oh that's not so bad," he said. From his pocket he pulled out a little white helmet, styled after the clones of the 501st, Skywalker's Fist. He slid the wooden helmet into place on the nutcracker's head. "See? He's all right," he assured her, handing it back.

Sabine took the nutcracker in her hands, begrudgingly admitting to herself that the helmet suited the little wooden figure, made it look a little more authentic and complete. She cradled the wooden man to her chest, vowing not to let it out of her sight, holding it like a precious jewel against her body.

She stayed far away from the members of Clan Saxon the rest of the night.

***

The fires were low-burning embers and coals, the hall growing cold and dark, by the time the party finally wound down. Sabine bade goodnight to her family—and her nutcracker, giving it a little kiss on the helmet before stowing it safely away in one of the armor cabinets—and retired to bed.

Alone in her room, however, watching the starlight and falling snow outside, Sabine found herself too wound-up to sleep. A strange agitation kept her awake, tossing and turning long hours until she gave up and rolled out of bed.

For a while she painted, scratching her brushes on a canvas with idle consideration. Nothing really emerged from her footling, mostly just abstract ideas here and there. Biting the end of her paintbrush she decided she needed a little more inspiration.

She grabbed one of her spare sketchbooks, slid a thick brocaded robe on over her shoulders and short silken nightdress, slipped her feet into her house slippers and stole down the dark quiet hallways back to the great hall.

The room glowed with soft multicolor light from the glass orbs in the tree. There was a soothing, peaceful kind of silence to the room. Sabine liked how the glow bounced off the walls, played with the edges of the transparisteel panels of the windows.

She sat and sketched the tree for a few moments, enjoying the quiet scritch of her pencil on the paper.

Her eyes stole towards the armor cabinet in the corner. It held her mother and father's ceremonial beskar, and now it kept her nutcracker safe. Sabine felt an urge to get it out again, and didn't resist that urge. She crept to the cabinet, stepping softly even though she didn't have to, even though everyone else in the stronghold was probably asleep, grabbing the clutch and lifting it, making the hinges squeak as she opened the door.

Her father's gift was right where she left it. Sabine reached for him and sighed in awe of the craftmanship yet again, holding the wooden figure against her stomach with a tight embrace.

She walked back over to the throne on the dais at the other end of the room, sinking onto the comfortable cushion and just... letting the quiet fill her. The warm glow from the tree, the stillness, it was a better lullaby to her over-excited mind than anything else.

She found herself curling up on the long cushion, nutcracker tucked under her arm and robe draping over her feet, her breaths growing deeper...

***

She woke, groggy and confused, in the wee hours of the night, with that agitation back, along with a strange sense of unease.

Sabine blinked, squinting through the dark. The warmth of the tree wasn't reaching her anymore, and she shivered, tucking her arms inside her robe as she sat up.

As she was trying to pinpoint the cause of her apprehension, there was a scurrying of shadows in the corner of her eye.

Sabine's head whipped in that direction, her eyes straining, but she couldn't see anything.

She stepped down from the dais to the floor, glancing warily around.

Pinpricks raised on her arms, her unease growing. She still couldn't see any danger but...

Wait, where was her nutcracker?

Sabine's chest jolted with a shot of panic as she realized her father's gift wasn't with her, wasn't on the throne where she'd left it. As her head whipped around in search of it, something else alarming caught her attention.

She tilted her head back, eyes squinching in confusion.

Was the tree... bigger?

No, she realized, glancing back towards the dais and mentally measuring the height of the steps. She was smaller. And not just smaller, she was shrinking.

Alarmed, Sabine gaped up at the tree now towering above her, massive. The delicate glass baubles now looked like huge boulders, the pines as large as spears. Her chest clutched and she staggered back in disbelief, gawking about her now-giant surroundings.

"No no no no, this can't be happening," she said in a small, panicked voice. She was having some kind of horrible dream. This couldn't be real.

It felt terribly real.

As Sabine clutched arms around herself, willing herself to wake up, the scurrying shadows returned, vague shapes taking form in the darkness all around her.

She backed up, and backed up, but didn't miss how the shadows coalesced into humanoid figures. A face emerged from the darkness, malicious, skin shockingly patterned in red and black, with eerie yellow-gold eyes and a head ringed with horns like some kind of twisted crown.

Sabine's breath hitched and she stiffened, recognizing the face from old historical holos.

The face came with a snide voice.

"This is the heir to Clan Wren?" The figure she could now identify as a Zabrak shook his head condescendingly. "How disappointing. Mandalore has fallen far indeed since I ruled it."

Her teeth ground stubbornly, fear disappearing behind a glare as she put a name to the ugly face. The Usurper of Sundari, the head of Crimson Dawn, a menace and a thorn in Mandalore's side for years. What was he doing in the stronghold?

"Unshrink me and then get out of my house!" she demanded.

Maul pinned her with a malicious sneer. "No," he said, chillingly. "Tonight... I will take my revenge on all the clans that betrayed and unseated me."

Sabine would have snorted and rolled her eyes, made a smart comment about how ridiculous a notion that was given that they were both apparently a foot tall, but then Maul pulled out a wicked-looking silver hilt and ignited it in a red flash.

Her throat caught, eyes widening at the crimson lightsaber blade, humming ominously. Behind the Sith came armor-clad figures from the shadows, Mandalorian warriors arrayed with the colors of their lord, Maul's underlings. She backed up again, apprehensively, heart pounding, trying to remember how to wake herself up because surely this had to be some kind of nightmare.

Maul savored her moment of terror, raising his saber and beginning to charge for her.

Sabine braced herself to fling back—

Something leapt through the air to land in-between them, a blue-clad figure that held up its own hilt and ignited it with a burst of blazing bright green.

Her eyes widened further, a thrill and sense of awe moving through her.

It was her nutcracker, no longer still and wooden and tiny, but moving, made of flesh, and her size.

Shockingly alive.

Maul seemed only mildly perturbed by the interference, frowning in displeasure before motioning his troops forward.

"Kill the Wren heir," he ordered. "The Jedi is mine."

The Mandos rushed forward past him, surging towards her in a charge. Her nutcracker intercepted them first, green blade slashing out, striking armor and limbs. Many of them surrounded him, leveling their blasters at his helmeted head. With an elegant precision she had only seen in holos he deflected red shots off his blade, air filling with the cacophony of laserfire.

For a moment Sabine was pinned in place, frozen with horrible indecision—she had no weapons and there was no way she'd fit into her parents' beskar as she was, if she could even reach the handle for the cabinet—but then she tightened her fists and steeled her resolve. She was Mandalorian. Her very body was a weapon.

The first soldier that made it past her nutcracker's guard to attack her got his knee kicked in for his trouble. Sabine drew back her elbow and slammed it across the helmeted face, snapping his head aside.

He crumpled, and she picked up his heavy sidearm, taking aim at the other warriors, shooting them with indiscriminate desperation.

One went down, two more were distracted enough by the hits she landed that they were easy pickings for her nutcracker Jedi General's emerald blade, falling with loud pained cries as the lightsaber pierced them.

Sensing movement at her right, Sabine whipped around, firing, only to feel the blaster ripped from her hands by an unseen force.

She gasped, stumbling upright, looking up at the cruel yellow eyes of Maul as he raised his glowing red blade vindictively.

It started to fall.

Sabine flinched, but a second later a green blade blocked the red one, her nutcracker moving quickly to protect her, breathing hard inside his clone trooper helmet.

Maul's face twisted in rage and he shoved the other man off, attacking viciously, blade crashing again and again in heavy overhead blows upon her nutcracker's guard.

Sabine looked around for another weapon, but she couldn't find one—the other Mandalorians lay dead on the ground but their blasters were missing, nowhere to be found. Her Jedi was panting audibly now even across the distance, fatigue evident in his movements, slowly giving ground to the Sith Lord's onslaught.

He blocked again and again but the attack was merciless, coming harder and faster as Maul's face screwed with fury, bearing down on him.

Sabine watched with horror as her nutcracker Jedi was forced to his knees, kicked hard in the chin and sent falling to the ground. Maul crowed in victory, raising his saber for the final blow.

"No!" she cried, rushing forward, pulling one of her house slippers off and leaping at Maul's back, beaning him hard in the neck with the leather-tipped sole. "Leave him alone!"

Maul grunted, taken aback by her assault, and the hard heel whacked solidly against his back and head as she slammed the slipper into him, beating at him desperately with all her strength.

A hand like a steel timber caught her chest and pushed her back, sent her stumbling but not falling. Sabine looked up defiantly into the red-rimmed yellow eyes that boiled with anger at her.

Those eyes turned away as the hum of the green saber vibrated from behind. Maul angled to address the threat, red saber lifted but... stiffened. The yellow Sith eyes went wide as he and Sabine realized where the emerald blade had stuck.

Dead center in the Zabrak's chest. A fatal, killing blow.

Her nutcracker pushed the blade in slightly deeper, eliciting a dying gasp from Maul, who dropped his saber and clutched at the Jedi's own, expression in disbelief and shock as the other man twisted him around, away from Sabine, his body speared on the tip of the green blade as her nutcracker crouched protectively in front of her.

The Sith slid off the blade with a dying gasp, crumpling into a heap on the ground. He stilled, and moved no more.

The green blade extinguished.

The heavily-breathing figure stayed curled in his crouch for a long time, long enough that Sabine began to worry if he was injured, but then he straightened, drawing her immediate attention.

Sabine watched, heart still rapidly thumping, as her nutcracker rose up, hands reaching softly for the edges of his clone trooper helmet.

The helmet was slipped off, gently, revealing soft blue-tinted dark hair. The boy—for it was unmistakably a boy now, young, about her age—seemed to contemplate and study his own helmet for several seconds.

Then, he tucked the helmet under his arm and turned towards her.

Sabine started, her heart and throat catching.

Oh. Oh he was cute.

Boyish, lazy half-smile, tanned skin the color of warm amber, shockingly electric blue eyes that she found absolutely mesmerizing.

Sabine swallowed, feeling at a loss for words.

Her nutcracker spoke, instead.

"Thanks," he said, dipping his head respectfully, in gratitude. "You saved my life. I couldn't have beaten him without your help."

"It was nothing," she heard herself saying in a daze, the words floating around her. "Couldn't let my favorite Life Day present get shanked by an actual demon."

His smile widened, teeth bright white against his darker skin and she almost melted. Sabine shook herself, chiding herself for being so overtaken by a pretty face, and slowly approached him.

The closing proximity still made her heart thud, painful in her chest. She willed herself to be calm as she reached him. Her hand drifted up towards his cheek, touching twin thin red scars that mirrored the scratches Tiber had inflicted upon her nutcracker, what seemed like a distant eternity ago.

"Sorry about those," she muttered. "Tiber was a jerk."

He shrugged, nonchalantly. "Happens when you're stuck in a twelve inch wooden body," he dismissed. Blue eyes sparkling, he held his hand out to her. "Hey, you wanna get away tonight?"

"Get away?" she repeated, absently, still entranced by his face and smile and shining eyes.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "Come with me. I want you to meet my folks."

Head reeling, Sabine found herself nonetheless placing her hand in his. "Moving a little fast, aren't we?" she said. Her body pulsed with electricity, with adrenaline, with a thrilling exhilaration she couldn't put a name to or define. "I don't even know your name..." she trailed.

"It's Ezra," he offered up, so very casually, as he began to lead her into a white snowy mist that had suddenly appeared around them. "Ezra Bridger."

"Sabine," she told him, blushing as she stared at their entwined hands. "My name's Sabine."

***

The white twinkling snow-covered wonderland he led her out the door into couldn't have been Krownest, she determined. The trees had never sparkled so brightly, the sun had never been so warm and yellow. There had never been such a rainbow of color glittering in the depths of the snow.

There had certainly never been any green-skinned Twi'leks with glimmering translucent wings living in the woods around the stronghold, and yet that was exactly who met them now, bare green arms reaching for Ezra's face like a fretful mother's, worried green eyes searching him.

"Are you hurt?" she asked anxiously, and for the first time he let Sabine's hand fall, reached to embrace the woman and reassure her.

"I'm all right, Hera," he said. "Sabine here protected me."

The woman—fairy?—turned to Sabine, who pushed her bangs out of her face self-consciously, feeling awkward.

A warm smile lit the woman's expression.

"Thank you," she said. "We owe you a debt of gratitude."

Sabine shrugged, making a noncommittal sound. There were other beings starting to crowd around her, aliens of every kind, all sporting the same kind of shimmering frost-covered wings the Twi'lek woman had. She was clearly their leader, and she clapped her hands to call for attention.

"Everyone, everyone!" she addressed. "Let's not overwhelm her." The warm smile turned on Sabine again, as Hera extended a hand and placed it on her shoulder. "Would you like to join us for the Life Day feast?" she asked. "It's the least we can do to thank you."

Sabine's mind was still reeling, still convinced she was half-dreaming, but she nodded mutely, gawping, trying to take everything in. There was a man hovering by Hera's shoulder, teal-eyed and broad-shouldered, and he nodded at her in acknowledgement and respect as Ezra led her past him.

Her nutcracker brought her to a brightly-lit clearing, where dozens of beings milled about, dancing, singing. It didn't seem like they were on Krownest anymore, at least not from the gray-green moss-covered walls of stone, rising up all around her.

What followed next was the most wonderful dream. A festive party was conducted before her eyes, full of more color and life than she'd ever seen. Hera and her partner—a man she learned was called Kanan—asked her a million questions she couldn't keep up with, made Ezra recount the story of how she had bravely saved him a dozen times. Spectators to the story ooh-ed and aah-ed appreciatively at the the appropriate dramatic places. Ezra himself stayed by her side the whole time, hand clutched tight around hers.

Sabine's heart stuttered and stammered. She traced the edges of Ezra's face with her eyes, watched every small movement of his face as he rambled amiably with the others, greeted each party guest with a smile and a joke to set them at ease. A longing tugged at her chest, painful in how much she wanted this, wanted to stay with him in this wonderful, magical, inexplicable moment of surreal joy and light.

He seemed to sense her troubled heart, looking over at her in concern.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

Sabine felt a shudder run through her whole body, felt herself gripping tighter to his hand.

"I just..." she said, trailing off with a dry throat, suddenly fearful. "I don't want this to end."

His reassuring smile lit up the depths of her heart, filled her with a giddy rush. "I'm not going anywhere, Sabine," he promised. "I'll stay right here."

Her chest clenched, eyes stung as she held back tears.

The celebration wound down, the brightly diverse figures slowly ceding space to Hera and Kanan, who danced intimately in the center of the floor, entwined in a way that made Sabine jealous. When the music ended, there was a certain finality to it, and Sabine felt herself already missing the music and light of the party, so different from how her family had conducted it, but beautiful and wonderful all the same.

Ezra pulled her up from their seats and guided her onto the back of a leathery-hided creature, helping her into a gilded seat strapped upon it. The creature bellowed, low and mellow, filling Sabine with a giddy high of adrenaline.

"I don't want this to end," she said again, thrilling as Ezra came to sit beside her on the purrgil.

His smile was thinner now, bittersweet. "You have to wake up, Sabine," he told her. "You can't stay here."

"Will I see you again?" she asked anxiously, clinging to him like he would slip away if she let go.

A small nod, so slight and imperceptible she almost missed it. "Trust in the Force," he whispered, and then the purrgil was lifting off, the snow-covered ground was falling away below them and her eyes were filled with twinkling blue stars in a winter sky.

Giddy, she felt a rush of speed press against her front, blue glowing hyperspace filling her eyes, hurtling her forward into the cosmos, into a warm ether that felt like home.

***

Sabine stirred stiffly, blinking her eyes open at the white morning light that was falling into her face.

Confused, she took in the quiet great hall. The tree in the corner was normal-sized, the tables were all still there, cleared off and pushed to the sides like they had been when she'd stolen down there.

Her nutcracker was by her side, underneath her arm.

Feeling a great sinking disappointment, Sabine sat up, a groaning sigh escaping her.

"Oh don't tell me it was all just a dream..." she moaned, holding up her nutcracker. His black dot eyes stared back at her, painted smile still and friendly.

Sabine pressed her lips tight, heart and mood drooping, trying to remember every second of her time with Ezra. His warm easy nature, bright smile, handsome face, eyes blue as hyperspace, how quickly he laughed and how wonderful it sounded when he did.

Great. He'd ruined her for other men and he wasn't even real.

Dismally, Sabine gathered herself up, picking up her sketchbook and starting to head for her bedroom.

Voices from the entrance hall caught her attention, as she was moving through the passage. Her mother and father, talking in a low voice to someone standing just inside the door.

"Last night, you said?" Ursa was saying, sounding concerned.

"Yes Countess, we believe he used Dathomirian Nightsister magick to conduct his attack," replied the visitor.

Wait a minute... that was Kanan's voice.

Breath hitched, Sabine crept closer to the entrance hall, now fully alert and tuned into the conversation. She peeked around the corner, spying her parents and a pair of strangers in brown robes. She only see Kanan—and yes it was him—through the gap left by her parents' backs. She couldn't see her father's face but from his troubled tone she knew he was frowning, brows wrinkled.

"Several of the clan heirs mentioned having nightmares last night," Alrich said. Sabine slipped into the room, walking up behind her father, pulse rapid, trying to peek around him. "You're saying that was actually part of a psychic assault?" he asked.

"It was," Kanan confirmed, nodding gravely. "My padawan and I did our best to minimize the damage and protect your minds."

She had a view of the other visitor now, and her eyes slid off Kanan to him as Kanan spoke.

She forgot how to breathe, her chest swelling, head tingling.

Soft dark hair, thin padawan braid tucked in behind his right ear. Mesmerizing blue eyes that met hers across the way, pinching with concern. Amber skin, marred by two twin scars across his left cheek.

Sabine reeled. She felt light, lighter than air. Her nutcracker Jedi stood there before her, real and breathtaking. Surely he felt her elation, for the corners of his mouth twitched, confirming her recognition, that he knew she knew he was the one who had come to her rescue, held her hand, taken her on a such wonderful starlit journey.

Dropping her sketchbook and Ezra's miniature wooden replica she rushed forward, flinging herself into him, crashing her lips against his and kissing hard.

He yelped in surprise, jolting, and Ursa gave a scandalized and embarrassed, "Sabine!" behind her.

---

Sabine: *meets cute Jedi boy, immediately causes political incident*

How did Alrich manage to style his nutcracker almost exactly like Ezra? IDK, weird Force stuff or something, we're coasting mostly on Vibes here don't look at me for a logical explanation lol.

Thanks for reading!

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[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Hello! Tis me, the one who wrote the little headcanon about House of Mouse Yuu’s scars! And I have come back with a sequel!

So, the headcanon is based off of the fact that I-irl—am an archer. So I thought: “wouldn’t it make sense since Yuu doesn’t have magic to pick up a weapon instead?” So I wracked my brain for a headcanon idea and came out with this!

Since people who are not yet adults can’t own guns, Yuu chooses two weapons. 1) A recurve bow and 2) a multi-tool. A bow takes time and effort(and many, MANY slaps from the bowstring hitting your arm) to learn, Yuu needs a placeholder and a weapon in case she finds herself in close combat overblot fights or she is too close to use a bow so she picks a multi-tool. Not only is it a good weapon, it has mundane uses as well just so it’s not like she’s carrying a knife in her pocket wherever she goes. It can be helpful for other situations as well!

I’m pretty sure you’ve mentioned the princes and princesses helping Yuu learn self defense and I love it! 💝💝💝 (it also maybe inspired me to make the headcanon sequel;) )

Wait hold up, you're an ARCHER?!?!?!?

THAT IS SO COOL 🤩🤩🤩

I've always loved archers and found them so talented. I remember when I was younger there were these adverts of Nerf Rebelle bows that I wanted to get but knew better to ask for.

Yeah, since she can't do magic, the Disney cast have decided to train her in the art of weapon-wielding.

Merida and Robin Hood are the best archery teachers Yuu could ask for.

I bet Minnie or Daisy or one of the more modern characters would give her boxes of pepper spray for her to keep on her person in case f emergencies.

Maleficent's little goblin goons would try to give her their morningstars or clubs since they always found bludgeoning people to death the best way to defend yourself but that was quickly shot down.

There's this isekai manwha I once read called 'Miss Not-So Sidekick' where the male lead gifts the main character an enchanted ring that when activated casts a fireball the size of a building to kill anyone that troubles her and I 100% believe that Malleus would do something similar

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[sadiecoocoo]

Anyone else forget that show ended cuz it’s been so long since it ended and you think, “wonder when the next season is gonna be announced,” and then you look it up in case you missed it and then you get a crushing realization that it ended almost a decade ago now and you haven’t rewatched it in so long that you don’t even remember the ending?

So guess who’s abt to rewatch Star Wars rebels (spoilers) and scream from joy at Ashoka’s reveal again and cry at her death and cry at Kanan’s death and scream at Ashoka’s revival and cry at Ezra’s sort of death and then spiral into watching the Ashoka show because some how I’ve yet to watch it and then decide to rewatch all of clone wars and then the bad batch! Yes I am a hardcore Star Wars fan it has been bred into me and yes I do think the sequels suck, but it is due to the lazy writing and endless amount of plot holes and how they nerfed every original character and how they scrapped the original story that was supposed to be abt Leia and how she became a Jedi and also slayed as a literal queen and GOD DAMNIT I WANNA SEE THAT EVEN IF ITS AN EXTRA MOVIE OR (I would love to this actually) IF ITS ANIMATED BECSUSE GID DAMNIT THE ANIMATED STAR WARS SHOWS ARE INCREDIBLE AND I HAVE FOUND NO FAULT IN ANY OF THEM AND YES I DO THINK ASHOKA CARRIED A BIG PART OF SAID ANIMATED SHOWS AND SHE IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN ALL THE FRANCHISE AND THE ONLY ONES THAT COME CLOSE TO TOPPING HER ARE REX, OBIWAN, SABINE (I named my cat after her), WRECKER, FIVES, ALL OF THE CLONES, AND MAYBE EZRA AND PROBABLY R2-D2 AND POSSIBLY PADME ABD MAYBE HAN SOLO AND CHEWY AND LUKE AND LEIA AND ANIKAN AND REX AND HUNTER AND ECHO AND ALL I am dead serious I mean ALL the clones (except for that one that sided with that racist [clonist?] Jedi) I especially love the chaotic ones *cough cough* wrecker *cough cough*

Did I mention that I like Ashoka?

Also if any of you have no idea who half of these characters are, I highly recommend you watch the clone wars and Rebels! A lot of ppl think they’re more children’s shows, but they do explore a few dark themes (there is shameless murder in a lot of the episodes and multiple war crimes committed)… also seeing the development of animation from s1 of clone wars all the way to s7 (it’s been 4 years since clone wars officially ended holy shit) is insane and so satisfying! Seriously, please go watch it you won’t regret it! Also the bad batch is a sequel to the clone wars that takes place right after order 66 and it’s rlly interesting too :)

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[theangelwithawand]

I’m thinking about how one of Leia’s love languages is most likely touch. For all of her reputation as an ice princess, she is very physically affectionate.

We see this on the Death Star when she kisses Luke for luck, and again when she hugs Han after surviving the trash compactor. She hugs both Han and Luke and does not let go after they return.

Then, in Empire, you see Leia being very unafraid to enter Han’s physical space. If you notice in the med-center on Hoth, it isn’t Han putting his arm around her that makes her pull away, it’s the words coming out of his mouth that make her jerk away. Then, we get to the big kiss on the Falcon, and once again, Leia (despite her protests) doesn’t actually seem all that uncomfortable with his proximity, rather the feelings she has for him. But the kiss happens, and suddenly it’s zero to 100.

For real, Han probably got whiplash. All of the sudden after three years of dancing around each other to the point that he was almost going to give up, suddenly Leia is everywhere. Putting her hand on his shoulder, kissing his cheek. And he also registers this, because on Cloud City he is always reaching out to hold her hand, give easily give her forehead kisses. The moment there’s danger, the first thing he does is reach for her. Then after he returns from what is probably the worst first meeting with your girlfriend’s dad EVER, the first thing Leia does is just start stroking his hair. The last thing she does before the carbon freeze is kiss him. The movie ends with her in Luke’s embrace, seeking comfort when she is vulnerable.

Then, there’s ROTJ. From the minute they’re reunited, Leia is always physically affectionate with Han. We get another shoulder touch in the shuttle. On Endor, he picks her up and spins her before kissing her after he doesn’t get eaten by Ewoks, she curls up to him during story-time. After Luke drops the bombshell and dips the only thing she asks Han to do is hold her. Leading to the end of the film, where there’s that shot of him just cocooning her in his arms.

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Imperial Crosshair AU ~ Failing to escape the empire on your tail while traveling with a data disk intended for the Bad Batch, you crash land on an unknown planet and your mate marker starts ticking down. Love & Fate aren't always on the same side. Cannon wise takes place the day after Cody defects.

Pairing; You x Hunter, You x Crosshair

Warnings; Violence, Smut, PiV, Self Pleasuring (F), Oral (small -f) Momentary Firepunch choking 😮‍💨, Tracking, Crosshair’s Trauma, Torture (mention)

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"The sun is setting!" You screamed into com channel which was code for 'I'm farked, don't send help' the as the Empire continued to shoot down your ship causing you to plummet into the unknown planet below. You set the nose of the ship down watching it burn as you scrambled to the back of the ship grabbing your jet pack, bag and air mask. You holstered your blaster and got back to the pilot seat wanting the flame erupt as you break into atmosphere. This is going to be fun or I'll be dead. You scrambled back to the end ship after you brought the nose up and jumped the moment the ship started burning. Why didn't I refuel my pack. The initial jump knocked the air of you causing you to plummet, you barely managed to turn the pack on before hitting the tree line. Unsteady you flew it into a bush passing out just to awoke by the sound of rustling. Your hand flew to your blaster and you got up seeing the Empire's ships landing way in the distance by the smoke of your crashed ship. Why couldn't I have crashed further away? You got up and kept running, it seemed like hours when you finally stopped wheezing looking up seeing the smoke barely noticeable any more. You looked down to see the count down on the back of your hand start. My soulmate is here? You stared back at the faint hit of smoke, I hope it's just a coincidence.

Crosshair rummaged threw the crash-site with no sign of their defector, "She's not here," he growled to his squad, "Spread out," he ordered, "She doesn't leave this planet." The moment the squad was away he pulled his glove off to look down at his burning palm, the count down on his thumb starting. So... she's here. He tugged the glove on, letting the little compass in his brain take over. He hoped it was just a coincidence that the count down started while he was on an assignment but knew he wasn't so lucky. Eventually his eyes picked up the barely perceptible trace of foot prints, Found you.

The moment you caught your breath you started running again finding a small village, it didn't take long to find out they were rebel sympathizers as you found them pulling rebel flags in a hurry. They saw you and the state of dishevelment you were they invited you in handing you food and cover. Minutes turn into you hours and your timer was still ticking down. You looked out the window of the cottage not seeing any more ships arriving... or leaving for that matter. The glass of water they gave you slipped from your hand and shatter glass along the floor, your hand started burning more.

"What is it?" The elderly woman said looking out the window but seeing nothing.

You quickly took off your bag and rummaged around for a tiny data card, you grabbed her hand and closed her fingers around it, "There coming, I have to go now. I'll be back for this." You scooped your stuff off the floor and bolted back into the woods the pain in your head subsiding. Of course my mate is a slimy nerf herder bucket brain, just my luck. You stopped for a moment debating your next move, I can stand my ground here reject him and hopefully use the pain to stall him... or I could get captured in the process. You spat on the ground in anger. You're eyes scanning the town once more, no ships or advanced tech at least here. Just keep moving. You started running again. Night had already fallen by the time you finally stopped, using a true to support your self your breathing ragged and uneven. You fell to your hands and knees trying to catch your breath. Just my luck, can today get any worse? You let out an audible groan forcing your self to stand. It's dark out, there buckets have infrared. Your eyes found a river and caves in the distance. It can always get worse. You laid low quickly making your way towards it through your bags into a waterproof container and stripping off the first layer of clothes tossing them in the bag which left you bare besides your underwear, chest band and shoes. If I managed to get back to the rebels... I'm never doing a solo mission again. You put one foot in the stream and started shivering the perfect way to cool down your temp. You jumped in smiling along with the river. The cold of it keep you icily alert to every noise around you.

Crosshair eyed the edge of the forest seeing if any of the squad had followed him but it was was alone, even in the dark his eyes surpassed the visors in TK helmets. He found a small town and traced the footprints to the edge and looked around seeing an elderly lady standing in the window looking at him. He smiled watching her close the curtain, he went over and banged on the door. He stated who he was and at the mention of the empire the old lady finally opened the door. He took his helmet off and flicked a toothpick in his mouth.

"I can promise you'll receive worse treatment from me then the Empire," he growled, "Now where is my mate," his eyes burning into her looking for any hints if she was still inside.

"A wanderer left an hour ago," she replied holding her gaze, "Didn't say anything about looking for her mate however."

"Which way did she go," he said biting down on the toothpick making it splinter.

"West."

So she went East, "Thank you," he gridded out tossing the toothpick to the ground and leaving her there, how far are you going to make me chase you. He found the footprints and his legs started moving the pain in his hand starting to burn again. She's been here... more recent then an hour. The foot prints took him to a stream and he looked up barely seeing you in the very distance.

Your arms kept paddling through the water propelling you along with the current, fighting against it you managed to get yourself out of the stream. You quickly squished the water out of your hair and swiped as much water off your body as you could before putting your clothes on. Your eyes went wide finally looking at your hand, 5, you watched as it turned down to 4, why couldn't it be 4 days, no way I'm winning against fate or getting to the caves before that. Fine I'll make my stand now. You grabbed your blaster turning it on the highest stun setting, if I captured at least I get the satisfaction of knocking their egos down a few pegs. You slowly started running towards the caves thinking if by chance you got away they would make good cover. You looked down at your hands 1. You tried to grab your blaster but you already felt the armor pressing into your back and something cold against your throat holding you against him.

"Don't become my enemy," he threatened pulling his rifle tighter against your throat seeing your hand inch towards your firearm.

"I'm already your enemy, Imp," you hissed pulling your hands up and gripping the cold restrain, "Are you choking me with your weapon?" it might have been a lapse in judgement due to the high stress but you laughed which was a mistake because he pulled it tighter making you silent. 

"Rather I kill you with it?"

You detached your grip from the metal, squinting at your palm 0, "Yes I would," you spat hearing it land on his shoe, "Hurts less then rejection and no way I ever will be mates with imperial slime."

Crosshair pulled the riffle even taught against your neck eyeing the tree line again, but no movement came, "Walk," he growled pushing you towards the cave.

"Give you the satisfaction of being rejected in private? I rather embarrass you in front of them."

"Walk," he growled pushed you harder releasing the Firepuncher's tightness against you to be a bit more bearable. Even with the armor between the both of you he could feel the bond already started to tug him towards you.

The moment the both of you were at the cave he grabbed the blaster but released his grip on you shoving you away from him. You stumbled a bit but his hand caught your arm and quickly released it when he knew you weren't going to fall.

You let yourself stare at him in full black armor, "of course he's also one of the empires black dogs," you muttered disgusted.

"Black dog?" he asked not having heard the term before.

"And stupid," you rolled your eyes, "Black dogs are their precious obedient soldiers sent to do their dirty work, typically cold blooded killers who don't feel anything," it took all of your restraint not to spat on his visor helmet. You took a couple more steps away from him facing outside the cave, you weren't going to run because he could just chase you down again. You folded your arms over your chest and anxiously bit of your finger tip for a few moments before tucking it into your arm. "I use to believe Fate was infallible," you said looking at him watching you, "I was wrong."

"So it seems," he pressed the button on the side of his helmet relaying into coms his location and that he found the traitor.

He took his helmet off and put another toothpick into his mouth, Now what? He stared at you taking in every color in your eyes, the shape of your lips, face and every curve of your body. "Crosshair."

"What?" You asked getting pulled out of your thoughts back towards him, taking in the slender shape of his face and nose, the bold cut of his nose and jaw and the harsh shape of his cheek bones and the target tattoo of his eye. Then you saw the fresh scarring across the side of his head, He's a clone, your eyes went wide for a moment. He can't be.

"That's my name."

"I don't care," you fronted pulling your eyes back to the forest but you still told him your name to be respectful, "Not that it matters, we won't be mates for much longer anyway," you said kicking dust up, "Should have just gone down with my ship, better death then whatever the empire has planned," you muttered, walking away and sitting against then rock of the cave. You heard him follow you and sat directly in front of you, "What are you staring at Imp?" You growled.

"You."

You rolled your eyes, you knew he couldn't help it. The bond tugging you both together and now it be just a matter of time to either satisfy the carnal urge or reject one another and forever be broken and hollow, which for him probably wouldn't be much more than what he already is. You looked over to see the Empire approaching, never thought I'd live to see the day where I was happy to see them. You stood up wiping the dusk off your butt when you found him directly in front of you his chest nearly touching you, you tried to push him away but he grabbed your wrist and quickly kissed you before releasing you. You wiped your mouth but the damage had already been done, he'd initiated the bond.

"Trust me," he said spitting out the toothpick and putting his helmet back on moments before others had arrived. 

Another trooper walked up, cuffing you and shoving your towards the ship. Reluctantly after he pressed a blaster into your back making you start walking towards it. You got into the ship and the trooper clipped your restraints to the bar. Crosshair stood in front of you staring down at you the whole flight. When the ship landed where they took you he grabbed the cuffs and yanked you out of the ship into the building pushing you into an office making your nearly fall into the desk.

"So where's the chip," you looked up to find Rampart smiling at you, "I assume you didn't find it on her or her belongings."

"No, sir."

"I assume you know what comes next?" Rampart said eyeing your controlled composure staring down at him.

"I'll save you the trouble, we both know I won't talk so why bother torturing me?"

"We have new ways of making people talk," he said clipped, "CT-9904 care to explain to me why you initiated the bond?" He said eyeing Crosshair, playing the hologram of the kiss and switched it off.

Crosshair calmly took off his helmet smirking, "Leverage over her. If you can't make her talk the bond could eventually be used to torture her," You looked at him with disgust, you tried to swing at him but he caught the cuffs, "After that I don't care what you do to her," he said coldly.

"She's your mate," Rampart said interestingly.

"I'm a loyal soldier to the Empire," he said shoving you back, not flinching when you fell on your ass, "I will use all of the tools in my disposal to get results."

"I hope my faith in your resolve is warranted. Take her to holding... Keep on eye on her."

Crosshair put his helmet back on, "Yes, Sir," he grabbed your cuffs and pulled you down the hall towards holding which was seemingly next to his room. His eyes flashed up to the cameras closely watching him. He shoved you into the holding cell next to his room and put the ray shield up, "You have 2 days to talk or were both going to be miserable," he growled. Two days to figure out how to get her out of here. Per his normal routine he went down to the mess to grab food and sit noting the whispers had already started.

"His mate is a traitor just like his brothers," he heard a reg snicker, "I bet he's going to defect when they kill her." Crosshair took off his helmet feigning ignorance at the comments and ate his food trying to figure out a plan to keep his mind from wandering to you or what they were going to do with you.

Trust me? As if. You heard the restraints pop off and a bed slide of the wall and a mini refresher come up from the floor with a tiny privacy wall. You moved and laid on the bed staring at the ceiling wondering how you were going to get out of here or if they would be coming even though you told them not too. They'll come loyalty, is everything. Just have to stay alive. Foot steps drew your attention to Crosshair standing at the ray shield with a tray of food.

He put the food on the ground next to the bed, "Be prepared, it's going to hurt," he whispered almost inaudibly that you would have sworn it came from a ghost. He backed out of the room and saw the interrogation droid stick the person in the cell across from you, the person convulsed and then screamed. Crosshair couldn't look at you again, he silently prayed to the maker if you were anything like him you would survive. He walked into his room and sat against the wall laying his head against the wall separated the both of you. What are you doing Crosshair? You don't even know her. You are a soldier. She is the enemy. Soulmate or not. The tug on the wall told his brain a different story.

You felt the tug to the wall behind you, you picked up your food and moved to that spot to eat. You knew he was sitting on the other side of that wall. You already despised him and everything he was but that little tug was the only comfort in the same white room waiting to seal your fate. You sat here eating listening to the screams of the other person across from you getting asked the same question you probably would be 'Where are they?'. They didn't talk and neither would you when it was your turn. You were fast asleep when the alarm started blazing to a familiar face standing in front of you.

"We have to go," he said tugging your arm.

You launch to your feet, "Hunter," the growl comes from behind you.

Both of you stop for a moment seeing Crosshair standing in the hall glaring and his rifle aimed at him.

"You know him?" You asked confused but Hunter was already running again and you heard Crosshair's footsteps chasing behind you and stun bolts go past.

Wrecker and Echo started laying cover fire while Tech was preparing the ship to go, "Take my mate and I'll kill you." The firing stopped everyone staring at him, as his finger switched the gun from stun to blast. The rage boiling over in his eyes.

"Either you're coming with us or reject her now," Hunter glared holding your tighter preparing to throw you in the ship if he chose the latter.

Crosshair stared back at the hall hearing the foot steps of the clone and storm troopers coming. He tossed the rifle to Wrecker and boarded.

"That was unexpected," Tech muttered taking off looking back for a moment at how defensively Hunter holding you while staring down Crosshair.

You grabbed Hunter by the ear and brought him eye level, "Okay bandana, start talking. How do you know him," you let go of his ear giving it a small kiss but still stared angrily at him.

"The Kaminoans was originally made four of us, enhanced clones as you know. Hunter, Wrecker, myself and Crosshair towards the end of the war Echo joined us but to stay on subject when the war ended order 66 was declared the four of defected but Crosshair remained loyal to the empire and stayed. We gave him a chance to leave with us awhile ago and he didn't," Tech said aloud enough for you all to hear.

"How did you not know?" You said pointing to the very obvious mark on your palm, your eyes slitting at him.

"Crosshair is... private, he never takes his blacks or gloves off and never showered with the rest of us."

"You weren't loyal to me and neither was she," Crosshair let out one harsh laugh, sitting down in the familiar seats.

"Her virtue is still intact," Tech called back.

"TECH!" you yelled your face flushing a new shade of red.

"I can fix that," Hunter jokingly before getting serious again, "Tech is correct however, Crosshair."

Hunter and Crosshair returned to glaring at each other, "Both of you knock it off. Speaking of which, where's Omega?" your eyes went wide noticing the missing member.

"She is safe," Echo said taking a seat watching the scene unfold, "Speaking of which what do we do with him? None of us trust him."

"You can drop the three of us off somewhere to... figure this out," Hunter offered said looking at you and the conflicting across your face staring between the two of them, "Do you initiate the bond," Hunter said glaring at him recognizing the territorial posture and rage.

"He kissed me," you felt Hunter go rigid knowing what needs to happen next, he looked at Crosshair's smug expression and balled his fist taking a deep breath relaxing.

"I was going to use it to get her out before you showed up."

"Probably use her while you were at it," Hunter snapped, "Tech are we far enough away from the Empire yet?" He said kissing the top of your head before walking towards the cockpit with Tech and Wrecker, watching Echo get up practically running after him leaving you and Crosshair alone together.

You took the seat across from him, "Being in this... line of work, I never expected to meet you."

"Why haven't you rejected me," he asked flatly.

"You were made for me, I want to know why," you said squinting at him, "and I think I was wrong to judge you so fast," you saw his eyebrow raise, "After seeing me with Hunter you still chose to come but you didn't go with them when they offered... I think this bond means more to you then they know because it's little piece of yourself you've guarded even from them."

He sneered putting a toothpick in his mouth watching you eye them, curiously he offered you one watching you put one in your mouth.

"I sort of see it now," Hunter said watching from the doorway walking over sitting next to you, "You have a point."

"Aren't you betraying your mate too, Hunter," Crosshair growled.

"She's.. gone," you said for him watching Hunter pale, you grabbed his head and laid it on your shoulder, "Thanks to your empire," you added.

"I'm- sorry," Crosshair gridded out, staring at the both of you. He saw pain playing out across Hunter's face then wondered if he would be in that position if they hadn't gotten you out as fast as they did, "Thank you," he forced himself to before staring at the ceiling, not feeling the for what needed to be said. The only plain had use was using the bond knowing if you needed medical attention and snuck you out that way but that was slim at best.

Hunter gave a stiff nod, he raised his nose to your neck sniffing it. The smell was comforting to him, calming but pulled away not wanting to make it worse for Crosshair. "You can take my bunk if you want to sleep so Crosshair can have his back, I know I woke you."

The mention of sleep had you yawning, "Don't you need to sleep too?" You asked.

"Maybe if you asked nicely I'll join you," Hunter felt the death stare from Crosshair, "I need to talk to them about what we're going to and when we can retrieve the data."

"What's on it?" Crosshair asked still staring.

"None of your business," Hunter quickly retorted, "bantha in the room, none of us trust you."

You took the tooth pick out of your mouth to kiss his cheek, "I'm going to back to bed," you said heading towards the bunks feeling Crosshair follow after you, "Let me grab my stuff," you said grabbing the pile of blankets off the bed besides the black one that the bunks came with.

"How long have you and Hunter be seeing each other?" He asked.

"Working together? Almost two months. Romantically? A couple weeks give or take rotations."

"You two really haven't..."

You felt him right behind you, "No."

"Have you thought about it?"

"Maker, Crosshair," you said turning around finding his armor just an inch away from you. You looked up into his piercing strongly brewed caf color eyes. You burned your gaze back at him watching the ice in them melt, "You were my first kiss, if you'd even consider that a kiss."

"And you were mine."

You watched him maneuver around you staying in his armor climbed in the bunk, you watched him relax in it before he noticed pulling the privacy curtain shut. You put the blankets on the bed digging around your tiny trunk by his feet for some basics to get out of the uniform they put you in.

"Go to the refresher, what if someone sees-" Crosshair said pulling the curtain back and quickly closing it seeing your bare back.

You kept quiet, "It's not like there's anyone but us in here," climbed into the bunk curling up into the blankets, their nice warm embrace lulling you back to sleep.

Hunter paced back and forth, "I think it would be for the best if the three of us deal with this while you three get the data card back to Rex."

"Seriously, what's the chance the girl you like ends up being one of our mates," Wrecker laughed.

"Slim, almost zero given how many people their are in the universe... I am thoroughly surprised," Tech replied, "But I do concur the three of you should take... a short shore leave. Especially if he did initiate it their both going to be... irritable," he offered.

"He's already irritable," Hunter scowled.

"That is his personality."

"We have a fun few hours until sun up, I'm going to try to sleep. Try to drop us somewhere... safe? I'm stealing your bunk," Hunter said to Tech yawning, not that he wanted to sleep but he wanted be fully alert for whatever hell that was going to break.

Hunter found Crosshair's privacy curtain half pulled watching you sleep, "So you wouldn't come home for your brothers but you would come home for her."

"Go away."

"Why didn't you tell us how much it meant to you?"

"What difference would it have made?"

"We could have been trying to find her for you."

"If both of you don't shut up and sleep, I will get up and smother both of you," you muttered turning up and glaring at each of them.

"Mesh'la," Hunter said apologetically, "Sorry for waking you again," he turned his back to Crosshair and climbed into Tech's messy bunk.

"We'll figure this out," you whispered just so Hunter could hear, "The data is on the planet I crashed on, Rampart really wants it back." You finally got to sleep after hearing them softly snore knowing.

Crosshair woke first burying his palms in eyes before sitting up on the bunk and staring at you putting his arms on his lap. He stared down at the armor, the black that tarnished his soul and mind. He peeled it off leaving it on the floor. Out of the peripheral corner of his eyes he saw Hunter one eyed watching him, his hand pointing to Crosshair's weapon case tucked away in the corner. As quietly as he could, he unburied it and moved it to his bunk, wiping the dust off of it before opening it. It wasn't his full set of armor but pieces of it and his helmet, along with two extra rifles, his cleaning kit and paint. He must have sat there staring at it until you woke up, the rustling of the blankets finally pulling him out of his thoughts.

You wiped your eyes and looked at the figure before you the plain blacks revealing everything and nothing at the same time, slender muscle tone but not an inch of skin besides his head. His biceps were strong but lean and his thighs were slender but laced with muscle. You blinked several times and forced your stared at the ceiling of the bunk, It's just the bond. He is hot as a planet with two suns. He was made for me, of course he would be hot. It's just the bond wanting to be completed; the urges aren't mine.

"If he wasn't yours, I would be jealous," Hunter said crunching down in front of your bunk smelling the pheromones rolling off of you, "It smells nice."

"Not my fault," you groaned sitting up accidentally putting him right between your legs, watching him flusteredly stand up, "Sorry, it was that or accidentally kick you."

"Should have kicked him," Crosshair glowered.

"You've obviously never been kicked by her before," he said, "I'll make breakfast, we should be landing soon. Getting some fresh air might... help," he said gently caressing your cheek, "and maybe a shower."

You played smacked his hand away, "Yeah, yeah yeah, Mr. Smell's everything, I'll go attempt to freshen up so I'm not a burden on your senses."

"Oh, Mesh'la, it's not a burden. I just wish it was me causing the reaction," he countered playfully rubbing his hand smiling as he headed to get food.

You rolled your eyes, you took off your shirt leaving you in your chest band and took your pants just leaving the shorts on as you dug through your clothes, "Are we going casual or suited?" you called.

"Both!"

You groaned, "I don't ever get to wear something nice."

Crosshair defensively got up and turned his back, "Seriously," he hissed.

"For makers sake!" You said shoving him off balance, the touch sending a little currant down you. He turned back and finding your hands on your hips scowling at him, "Can you resist the urge for one farking rotation? We are both aware there is no such thing as privacy especially here."

"You don't have no problem when Hunter does."

"I know Hunter, I don't know you," you growled back.

"You don't know them, their not who you think they are."

"You're not who I thought you were either," you said shoving him again, "I was expecting my mate to be loyal, independent, does the right thing not some dogmatic cynical hard-nose. I have no idea why fate put us together, at this point it's almost a sick joke."

"You are just like him," Tech said observing both of you, "Direct, unyielding, hard headed," Tech said looking at him for a moment, "defiant, temperamental, persevering but I digress. It may seem like an odd match to you but it was the most logical choice. Unlike the rest of us, he was effected by the chip. We are unaware of it's lasting effects after it's been removed, I am unaware of what was him and what not but I have a pretty good assumption. As much I don't agree with him, he did abandon the Empire on a moments noticed perhaps meeting you changed things. We shall see or we'll be having to rescue you again."

"Do you always talk so much," you squinted, "Even though you're right."

"Yes," Crosshair said bitterly.

"Obviously," Tech said fidgeting with his goggles, "You should go use the refresher," He said noticing the pile of clothing in your hand, "I must talk with him alone."

"No I was not looking-" you heard Tech say as you left.  You rolled your eyes quickly slipping into the refresher. Tossing off the rest of the garments finding the obvious big soaking spot that would have been noticeable to both of them. Getting into the shower you could feel the cramping begin in your lower half, "Not right now," you muttered, Sorry Hunter, you thought to your self gently lifting your leg resting your toes on the wall plunging your fingers in. "Fark," you whispered feeling how soaked you were. You let your thumb circle your swollen discolored clit as you aggressively soaked your walls until you found the squishy part at the weird angle you were standing at. You're head leaned back against the wall letting you relax into the pleasure. Bringing your free hand to your nipple you gently rolled it between your fingers with a tug here and there. Your mind kept wondering back to Crosshair's eyes, the spearing dangerous shade of brown and perfect shape of his body. Quickly bringing your fingers to your mouth to bite them as you felt the rush cascade down you and the cramping subside. Twitching you took out your fingers and grabbed the soap to thoroughly wash every inch of you.

Hunter planted himself in a seat and sealed his helmet on which was made with a small filter to help prevent his sensory overload but he could hear your heart racing and the warning. He gripped the arms of the seat, listening to the quiet whimpers and sounds of your fingers satisfying you.

"What is it?" He heard Crosshair ask squinting at him.

"Back cramp," Hunter lied forcing himself to stand up then quickly sat feeling the obvious reaction shift in his pants.

Crosshair noticed it, "Can you hide it better" he growled, "She's mine."

"Crosshair," Hunter heard the tiny plea on your lips before he heard you sink back against the wall.

"I know," Hunter muttered taking a deep breath the scent finally letting up, relaxing into the chair, "That's the only reason I haven't gone in there," he said undoing his helmet using his gloves to wipe the faint sweat at the corner of his temples.

You quickly dried off and got changed spraying yourself down with a little perfume to at least help mask the scent that was surely coming off of you. The moment you open the door you found both of their eyes on you and your face flashed red assuming them both know. Crosshair took four long strides across the floor covering you with his body and both of his arms pinning your shoulders to the wall.

"Couldn't you have waited until we landed?" He asked.

"Mad I didn't invite you?" You said angering noticing how close his hands were pulling your shoulders closer together to keep from any accidental touching, "Maybe I'll just invite both of you next time."

Crosshair punched the wall next you adjusting his legs to hide the erection pressing against his cod piece his breathing getting ragged, "Sorry."

"I know... it's the bond," you muttered not being phased, "I would have done the same."

"Told you it's the logical choice," you heard Tech say scanning the both of you, "Both of your core body temperatures have increased by one point three and perspiration by ten percent, you two should refrain from touching or it's going to get more... insufferable," Tech offered putting the pad back on his belt.

"I'm not a test subject," Crosshair affirmed pulling himself away from you.

"Technically you are," which earned Tech a grimace from both of you.

"Whatever, do you have my pack ready?" You asked folding your arms over your chest.

"Yes, it is a little bigger then the last one however and a DC-15A, it's longer then your last one but it shouldn't be a problem... I should have noticed the obvious connection earlier," Tech said looking between the two of you, "apologies," he coughed feeling stupid for not noticing the obvious.

"Says more about Hunter then it does you," Crosshair said sulking back to his bunk putting his helmet on.

"We're getting ready to land," they all heard Echo say via the com.

Hunter finally got up and followed after Crosshair, "Did you have to punch the ship?" he scowled.

"It was the ship or you."

"Even if she asked I wouldn't have until you two figured it out."

"Oh then you would have," Crosshair begrudged.

"That's not what I meant-."

"Do what you want, it's not like she's interested in me... I'm just a black dog," he got up and angrily shoulder checked him to go stand next to the loading door waiting to get off the ship.

"Crosshair," you said following after him feeling Hunter catch your arm, "Give him a couple minutes first," you pulled your arm out of his hold, "I got this." You walked back there and grabbed his shoulder plate and spun him into the wall this time.

"What."

"Prove me your not one. Tell me one compromising thing."

Crosshair squinted at you trying to figure out if you meant about the Empire or himself. She's your mate, she means you, "I.. like to dance," he whispered knowing it wouldn't save him from Hunter's hearing, "I've always wanted to dance with someone." He tighten his jaw seeing the shocked expression on your face thinking he assumed wrong.

You dropped your arms watching the mild panic at the confession in his eyes, "I've always wanted to be kissed up in the trees watching the sunset," you whispered back. You saw his gloved hand hover next to your face asking silent permission, you gave a sniff nod, feeling his hand gently touch you. You relaxed at the sensation thankful for the thick material protecting you from the electricity of the touch and watched him lean down next to your ear, "Thank you," he whispered pulling away from you.

"It was fair," you countered feeling uncomfortable about telling him something so intimate, your face flushing again. "We should grab our stuff," you said quickly walking away from him finding Tech bent over your pack making the final touches.

"So what were you?" Crosshair asked you watching on quickly you put on the jet pack with ease.

"I think that's obvious," you said tapping the pack with your knuckles, "I taught people how to fly," you said bluntly, "The empire took an interest in that and I exploited it for the information on that drive then you had the pleasure of shooting me down and here we are," you watch Hunter toss you a bag and your discreet rifle case in the shape of an instrument, "So where are we staying?"

"Hotel on the outskirts of town."

"How many rooms?" You apprehensively.

"Three, I'm not stupid," Hunter laughed, "but just knock if you get lonely or can't sleep," he winked, Maybe he has changed because I would have punched me by now, "Anyway, figured we can drink, maybe see how your skills compare, fun stuff," Hunter shrugged.

"Think he'll scream if I play drop him?" You asked, fingers tracing over the pack.

"Saving Echo we had to jump from a height that would kill you unto a moving animal. The fear has been trained out of us, but doesn't hurt to try," Hunter chuckled.

"Heh," Crosshair laughed crudely, "Go ahead."

The ramp fell exposing a pretty empty space port. You waved back to Wrecker and Echo who were watching the three of you leave. Hunter lead the way, the both of you keeping an arms length apart but you noticed Crosshair start hovering closer anytime Hunter got close. The hotel was dingy but definitely off of anyone's radar. Hunter handed you a key card and pointed at the middle room with him and Crosshair taking the rooms on either side.

"What are we doing first?" You asked.

"Figured we could drink then I could stalk you two from afar," Hunter admired, "Just because he needs a chaperone."

"Funny."

"Missed you too, Crosshair," Hunter said keying his door to drop off his stuff.

You keyed your door in finding a comfortable little bed but thankful you packed an extra blanket. You did the general sweep of the room looking for bugs and cameras before moving on and checking the refresher. It was also small but it at least had a little more privacy then the Marauder even if Crosshair's room was on the other side. You found them both already standing outside waiting quickly noticing Crosshairs bare hands and the very visible mark. That's going to get some stares if Hunter's flirting with me. Maybe drinking this early in the day is a good idea after all.

"So dancing?" Hunter asking poking the gundark.

"Shut up," Crosshair snapped.

"I was going to say you should have brought your gloves, where we going as a dance floor like 79's," Hunter said defensively.

"There in my pocket."

"She likes to dance," Hunter smiled enjoying watching crimson blush.

"Oh?" Crosshair asked intrigued.

"She get's real fun after a couple of drinks."

"Hunter!" you said glaring.

He stopped to grabbed your hand kissing it, "Sorry, not sorry, Mesh'la," ignoring Crosshair's daggers, "Just trying to help."

Crosshair squinted at him, does he just have a death wish. He looked at how red you were. A smile tugged at a single corner of his mouth. Crosshair followed the both of you into the already dark lit cantina with people already on the dance floor already hammered. He followed Hunter who was dragging you by the hand to a booth small positioning for you to go in first.

"I'll be at the bar, but I'll be stealing you for a dance after a couple rounds," he said winking leaving the two of you there.

You raised an eyebrow at him watching him walk off, "I think the pheromones are getting to him."

"He's not normally like this?" Crosshair asked, watching you shake your head.

A bartender droid came over and pour both of you four shots before moving to the next table. Both you automatically took the first shot, then the second shot.

"Why didn't you go with your squad?" You asked.

"That's a long story."

"Humor me."

"Loyalty was suppose to be everything, we live and would die for each other. My chip activated... they didn't try to save me from it. I was forced to try to terminate them, something I thought they knew I would never do. They... experiment on me turning the chip up... I didn't have a choice," Crosshair ran his finger around the rim of the third shot and slammed it back, "Finally after getting burnt in that last attempt to terminate them, they had to remove the chip because it was scorched. I could have killed them on several occasions after that and I didn't. Even after saving Omega they still pointed their weapons at me. In the end there was no loyalty, no understanding, no trust, nothing."

You slumped back in your seat staring at him and the sullen expression on his face realizing none of it was a lie. He didn't look at you or at Hunter who heard every painful word.

Grabbing the third shot and slammed it back, "That would have broken me."

"It did."

"Why did you stay with the empire?" you asked.

He slammed the fourth shot and the bartender droid over getting four more. He smiled knowing he was probably going to drink you under the table at the shocked expression on your face. He took the fifth one before answering.

"I spent my whole childhood and early adult life living with people who lied to me who's hands I constantly put my life in. At least with the empire I knew that they were going to continue to experiment on me and exploit my abilities. I rather know where I stand and know the knife in my back is coming. I am a soldier, war and fighting is all I've ever known. I didn't want to spend my life hiding in the sewers like a womp rat. I was designed for a purpose."

You took the fourth shot stacking all of them at the edge of the table, "I misjudged you," you said looking at him, the hand under his chin supporting him as he stared down into his glasses and the bond telling you none of it was a lie.

"I'm still a black dog."

"You are what they made you."

Crosshair looked up at you through his lashes at the conflicted pained look across your face staring, "Don't pity me," he growled looking back down.

"I don't," you said taking another one, "So why did you come with me?"

"Loyalty," he said laughing, "I've always been loyal to this bond... just to find my mate with my brother," the laugh turned bitter and abruptly ended.

"I didn't want to bring a civvie into this," you whispered.

"You should have know if I was anything like you, I wasn't."

"Add that to my list of recent failures," you mumbled staring at the dance floor, "Do you want to dance?"

"I'll watch your drinks," Hunter said appearing at the end of the table. Finally hearing Crosshair's story made him realize the failures they were, he gritted his teeth and kissed your temple, "It's okay," he grabbed both of your hands shoved them together before Crosshair had time to slip his gloves on, "He deserves this," he listened to the rapid change in both of your heart beats, "Per Tech's instructions I was testing you with the off handed comments to see if you'd snap."

"I figured," Crosshair said pulling back his hand sliding out of the seat, watching Hunter slide into the seat. He looked down at you waiting watching you stare at your hand, grabbing your arm as you shakily got up, "I got you."

You heart felt like it was thumping out of your chest but you let him guide you to the dance floor, you saw his hesitation about giving you his hand again knowing it was just going to make the pull stronger. You forcibly grabbed it and put it around you, "Getting cold feet?" you asked sourly. You watched something in him snap.

His fingers buried themselves into your waist and upper back holding you taut against him making you look up at him, "I choose you over The Empire, over my purpose" his chest heaving as his breath tried to catch up his racing heart, "Why did you let me touch your face on the Marauder."

"It... felt like the right thing to do, I know how uncomfortable it made you feel," you untangled your arms from around his neck, both you staring to sway to the music. You felt him adjust his hold taking one arm off from around his neck both of you falling into quick steps in the movement following the rapid beat. It was ecstatic, and erotic the way he way to moved while his eyes never broke their gaze into you but never betraying what he was thinking about or what he felt.

Hunter could smell the pheromones from the booth, he looked down at the shots and helped himself knowing the night he was about to have. Every sentence replaying in his mind. After all of that he still would have let his mate chose me. He looked over at the dance flower watching how interlocked together they were not fumbling or stepping on each other feet just existing as one. Crosshair's face betrayed nothing, no warmth or cold but Hunter could see everything in his eyes as he looked at her. Hunter called the droid over and paid the bill before making his way over after a couple more songs seeing the sweat lining both of them.

"You two should get back to the hotel, the smell is insufferable so I can only imagine..." He watch the sniper's eyes squint to those of a predatory beast waiting to lung at his prey with a quick snap of his jaw to the throat, "Crosshair..." he said putting his hands up taking a very slow step back, "Time's up," seeing the quick territorial maneuver of putting you behind him and hard his chest was heaving with each breath. Hunter knew Crosshair saw him as threat and knew just what his brother was capable of, he took another step back watching him relax faintly.

Crosshair looked over his shoulder down at you, "Is that what you want?" he asked, "because you can reject me now-" it hurt to say but even after laying his soul bare for you he didn't want to force you to pick him knew Hunter was right there was no more time the countdown demanded an answer. He saw the soundless words from your lips, 'Bond with me.' His fingers dug tighter into you and his jaw tightened, his body screaming to have you right there on the dance floor, right for every and him to see. Compose yourself, he seethed to himself, I've ran with broken bones, stared down tanks, and jump from heights, I am a soldier I can wait. He picked you up knowing his restraint was probably better then yours.

"Someone find their mate?" Someone asked Hunter as he chuckled watching him walk away with her cover his shoulders.

"Yeah, my brother."

"Might want to steer clear for the rest of the day."

"You have know idea," he laughed the still being able to smell them, he followed after them reluctantly so he could grab his helmet from his room.

"Crosshair.."

"Yes?"

"How much further?"

Crosshair grinned that he was right, he pulled you down enough letting to wrap your legs around his waist letting his forearm support your but as he fiddled in his pocket for the key, "We're here," he said putting the card to the door and shoving it open.

He gently set you down and you bolted to the refresher leaving the door open and a trail of clothing in your wake until you were just in your chest band and under wear. You quickly flipped on the shower to cold water and put yourself in it. Your body felt like it was burning in every way imaginable and the cold water helped the pain, "They should really write a manual for this," you groan seeing him in the door way down to his blacks and then mess of clothes already folded by the door.

"They did," he quipped taking off his shirt using it to pat the sweat off of him. He joined you in the shower his pants getting soaked but the cool water revealing the burn. His hand snaked around you, fumbled for a moment taking off the bra, "Better?" He ask pressing his chest into your back lining the back of neck with kissed every kissing sending a fresh wave of goosebumps down him.

"Mhm."

"It was hard not to join after noticing Hunter's reactions."

"I shouldn't have made that comment..." you mumbled a wave a regret hitting you as you realizing you were in the shower, "I have no idea how you tolerated that."

Crosshair grabbed your hips and spun you around pulling down your underwear eyeing you the whole time, "Loyalty, I would have respected if you chose him." His eyes dropped noticing the shine clinging to your thighs. He reached out and shut off the water them got down on knees in front of you, "Trust me."

You looked down at him,"Crosshair..." your voice was pleading. He moved himself closer to you and pulled one leg over his shoulder stressing you, "I got you," he whispered.

He pressed his tongue to your clit moving it up and down you, letting tongue trail down just far enough to taste how wet you were. You gasped grabbing the side of head seeing him flinch realizing it was over his scar. You thumbed over it gently watching him shut his eyes tightly just feeling the sensation of you touching him where once upon he was a different better man not the empire's beast. "You're handsome to me." You watched him open his eyes staring into yours, the ice in the depths of his earthly irises dissolving a little further. You watched him move his mouth back to you putting his lips around yours not breaking eye contact for a second besides to blink. You feel his free hand trail slowly up your leg until his fingers were swirling around your entrance collecting your desperation for him on them before pushing two fingers in. You moan not being able to help the tiny arch your back did. His fingers slowly feeling around the ridges and curves of you eventually he found the spot causing you to moan his name. He started stroking the spot harder, when he felt your hand come to his shoulder and he paused.

"I want to you.." you got out the blush coming back.

"We're both soaked, we should dry off-"

"You can sleep in my bed tonight, just please," you were shaking, "Satisfy the bond," you pleaded.

Crosshair didn't need to be told again he took out his fingers feeling you twitch around them. He quickly stood him self up taking off the pants and discarding them there and picked up your burning body laying you on the bed. Your eyes tried down the length of him seeing the extremely hard mass hovering right before your entrance. How was he hiding that. You spread your legs a little further for him.

Crosshair stares at the half lidded expression on your face and the quiver of your lips, "This might hurt..."

You grabbed him causing him to jolt a little as you force his tip in. You watch his eyes change from soft to wild as he forces himself the rest of the way in, his name ripping it's self from your throat. He doesn't give you a chance to adjust to him before he starts moving, enjoying the way your nails dig into him and whimpers caused by every thrust. The carnal urge to have you and make you his flooding his logical brain. The soulmate bond, the most intimate thing in the galaxy finding the other half of your soul being to sense and feel them to have someone at your side you could fully trust but it brought out the hunger of the animal hidden in each of us. Crosshair already knew he was going to be an animal in bed but hated that the bond intensified that feeling but he loved the way it made him burn for you and having you feel the same for him after all he's done, a beautiful consequence of not satisfying bond the passion and need manifesting physically. He enjoyed feeling every thrust stretching you further to making him fit better. You shift making the head of his cock rub the spot every time he thrust and your pleading moans intensify. You watch his face seeing he needs this as much as you need it. He grabs one of your hands moving it to the scar as he lays one hand on the side of your face both of your arms visibly shaking. He keeps staring at you with every ounce of his need and want for you trying to convey the message that the only person in the galaxy who has his loyalty and heart is you.

"Crosshair..." you managed to get out before the orgasm takes you, causing you to tremble head to toe and squeeze into your self. Crosshair continues to pound you through it as he spills everything into you, your walls attempting to milk him for everything he had in him. He groans at the sensation just enjoying the high and being in you for yours. He lays his hips on your feeling you pulsate around him and the warmth of your clit on him, "You were made for me.." he whispered. Both of you still shaking as you feel the intense urge of the bond lessen just a bit, "and we're made for me," you smiled, "Do you want to try that kiss again?"

Crosshair smiled leaning down pressing his mouth against yours, moaning into your mouth at the sensation. Quickly he got better taking your lip between his feeling his dick getting hard again awhile still inside you. He continued to kiss you until then was groaning into his mouth feeling  his cock stretch you against him. You gently brought his head down leaving a trial of kisses across the scarred webbing before moving your mouth gently down to his throat taking a portion between your mouth and squeezing it together with your lips letting him gently rock his hips into yours. You looked at the already red bruise and moved to another spot making another one with your teeth. Crosshair was attempting to be patient while you claimed him but the moment your teeth were against his skin he returned the gesture. Each of you holding yourselves to each other throats leaving claim marks everywhere you could without disturbing the other. Sliding in and out, Crosshair lost sight of his focus as the feeling overwhelmed him again to have you. He pulled your mouth away from his neck to clash against your body better. Your hands thing time exploring his body learning it trying to commit every single thing about him to memory. He did the same, using one hand to hold himself up and other to run down your curves to fondle your breast watching your reaction to every touch seeing what you liked.

He stopped, "Was the information on the drive worth almost killing you?" he asked abruptly.

You blinked staring at him, the passion in his eyes but the fear too, "Yes," was all you could say.

Crosshair set the pace faster violently even slamming into you, the rage in him spilling over. He was brutal about his movements moving one hand to desperately cling onto yours. You didn't stop him. You knew what this was about, what he almost did and didn't even realize it at the time. You brought your knees to his hips letting your lower half gently slam into his thrust.  He shoved both of your hands deeper into the soaked bed the other hand on the back of your neck tilting just slightly so your forehead was rested against his. Your name snarled from his mouth as you felt him convulse and spill into you again. You gripped you his hand tighter pulling his head towards you unlike his pace had been his kisses were gentle and tender. The kisses where tender enough to make your walls flutter around him, you smiled as he seated himself all the way inside until everything was touching from your legs to lower stomachs. He didn't asked if you were okay, he knew you were built to take it to take him. He pulled himself out and leaned back on his heels staring at you laying there everything on display that made just for you him.

"I'm going to shower," he said looking down at the soaked state of his his crotch, abs and legs.

"Okay," you watched him get up and leave putting a tooth pick in his mouth hearing the water run

As warm as the bond felt you felt empty, Did he just satisfy the bond just to satisfy it? The question played through your head like a broken holo. Yeah the first time is usually fast and messy but it's usually by something warm and tender. You brought your eyes back from the closed door into the refresher sitting up feeling the cum drip down. You groaned, "Messy,' you got up grabbing the spare towel from the rack on the wall putting one end between your legs and the other to blot up the bed. The water was still running but no offer to join him came, you grabbed your clothes loosing putting on a layer before heading into your own room to use the refresher. You leaned against the wall of the shower quickly chasing the release Crosshair had started before he came, "fark," you panted. You took the soap and scrubbed yourself head to toe trying to distract yourself from the nagging thoughts. You shut the water off quickly drying the water off noticing the ache was still down there but it was definitely a lot more manageable. You stepped outside looking down to find a bundle of flowers waiting and Hunter in the distance with his arms crossed. You forced a smile placing them next to the bed. You joined him under the tree both of you just standing in silence until Crosshair joined.

"Done already?" Hunter asked arching an eyebrow.

"Yes."

You noticed this time Crosshair kept his distance, "Wonder what his problem is," you scowled.

"No idea but I would love to punch him," Hunter said in the same ton, "He didn't even take his time the second time and quickly ran off to clean himself."

"It's whatever, we're compatible but doesn't mean we're it into the same things," Hunter arched an eyebrow at your comment.

"He seems to like it rough, not that I apparently have a problem with rough... it just... wasn't what I thought it would be?" You said with a tiny shrug realizing how weird the conversation must have seemed.

"Crosshair has never been someone outwardly loveable person, just give him time. He probably has a lot on his mind, nearly shooting you down probably is at the top."

"I don't know, Hunter... it feels like something deeper is bothering him. I can't explain it."

Hunter side eyed his brother who was squinting at him already, "I think you're right," Hunter took a step away from you seeing his brother relax, "We didn't technically 'break up' before you two... bonded."

You looked back seeing him looking at you then at Hunter, "You should go talk to him," you watched Hunter turn around and walk towards him. You kept your distance watching it quickly turning into a shouting match and jogged over, "What the farking hell happened."

"I told him we were over, it was going fine and I suggested he try taking his time."

"He has not right to tell what to do my bond."

"I... talked to him about it," you said watching the rage in his face in his melt but you couldn't place it, "Once again he was just trying to help. Even though he wasn't asked too," you said pointedly, you tried to reach out and touch him but he moved away, "Crosshair-."

He turned back to the hotel, "Go away." Crosshair's eye stung feeling like a failure as both a man and a mate, "Next time screw Hunter," he growled, "Apparently he'll do it better."

"Crosshair!" He turned and glared at you, you felt what he was trying to hide and the faint red starting to stain in his sclera's, "I know you don't mean it." You watched him march, "Get back here you insufferable ass-" Hunter's arms were bear hugging you holding you in place.

"Mesh'la, let him-" you stomped his foot getting the point a crossed, he watching you run after him surprised that you actually got the drop on his feline reflexes.

You spun him and took to the ground yanking his wrist about his head pinning to him to the ground knowing damn well he easily could have tossed you off. You saw the two tiny tears roll down his check, his averted gaze and seething rage in them. In the bond you could feel it just at the edge of your own emotions, "Crosshair. Look at me." He didn't move then you shouted it at him, his gaze finally shifting to you. "I will let that comment slide because of the one I made. But I am your soulmate and we are bonded, don't you ever say something like that to me again," you growled at him.

"What if I do? I obviously can't pleasure you correctly," he snapped back, "maybe someone else should."

You brought your mouth down to his but he didn't kiss you back, "Fine," you said getting up and off him, "Run back to your precious little Empire with your Loyalty because it's obviously not to making this work." You got back to the hotel and slammed the door before falling to the ground crying.

"Don't you dare go back, Crosshair," Hunter yapped jogging past him, banging the door with his first, "Mesh'la," Hunter rested his forehead against the door feeling like this was all his fault for pushing them together not considering all the invisible scars Crosshair no doubtably had, "After..." the words snuck in his throat, "you helped me, let me help you." He heard the tiny movement and the door opened catching you falling again. He stroked your hair letting you sob yourself to sleep. Hunter carefully placed you in your bed tucking you in stroking the wetness off your cheeks, "I couldn't imagine a better pairing," he whispered. Hunter looked over seeing Crosshair sitting against the wall watching intensely but there was no hostility or angry just what Hunter could describe as thankfulness and longing.

"Tooka," he whispered sitting down next to him.

"Don't ruin this," Crosshair scowled leaning his head back watching you sleep.

Hunter nodded towards you with his chin, "Open up, be tender, and intimate. I know deep down you can be. The bond is still fresh, don't waste that being an ass because your scared to trust and love her. I know we messed up but she's not us," carefully Hunter got up watching his brother eye her hoping he would make the right choice, “Love her,” he whispered knowing he could hear him before disappearing into his own room putting his helmet on.

Crosshair eyed the flowers next to the bed with the words "Finding your other half makes you whole, enjoy each other. -Hunter." He hit his head lightly against the wall taking off his armor crawling into the bed with you entwining his limps with yours. He felt you stir at his presence and he pulled you harder against him, "This is what I should have done," he whispered putting his face in your neck giving each of the marks little kisses. He gently moved himself over you carefully to get the other side of your neck but before placing his forehead over yours giving it a little bump. He wrapped between you and the bed, holding you tight against his chest his other hand going to the back of your head, “I am trying” he gave your lips soft deliberate kisses, “I just… need time.”

You brought your fingers to his scar tracing it watching him close his eyes as you tilted his head to the side get a better look at it. Gently you brought his head down speckling it with even more kisses, “Show me your love this time..” you whispered. Carefully he pulled back undressing you, letting his hands massage down you as he worked off your clothes piece by piece. Ever so gently he placed more hickeys down your down, just faintly not as dark as the ones on your neck. Every mark felt like a physical representation of the unspoken verbal sentence hanging in the air. You ran your fingers across his scalp down his neck to his arms back up and then down his torso mesmerized by every muscle and scar lining his lean form.

His longing exhale set a warm tingle to your core, each touch still hummed with the faint electrical jolt of the bond making him have to bite down on his teeth to control the urgency of wanting to have you. She wants me to take my time with her, I will painstakingly long. Crosshair came back up from kissing down your legs seeing the need written across your face, “Want me to take care of you,” he whispered in your ear. He listen how you begged using his name. Quickly he took off his blacks moaning as his body was flesh against your, sneering for a moment about having to move as he lined himself up. He glided right in with your drenched slick coating him causing him to release a strained sound as your warmth squished him. I could see myself doing this again… on occasion. He stayed there breathing, one hand going to yours placing it in between your chests’ and the holding your head and keeping his weight on his elbow.

You stared up into into the depth of his eyes, this time he wasn’t hiding how he was feeling the pain, the rage, the softest tenderness and the yearning across his face. You thumbed over his slender nose to his cheek bone and up his ear to the back of his head. Just having him inside completing you made you hum with contentment and you knew he felt the same, “I don’t want you to go back…” you whispered feeling tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

Crosshair leaned down kissing each side of your eye, "The only person or thing in this galaxy that has my loyalty is you,” then he gently starting thrusting while holding your lips in his.

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ok so ive made my way to rebels in the star wars timeline (solo was peak btw i will not take a single criticism) and ezra's hair in the first two seasons? wonderful. amazing. i love a little guy with a shaggy middle part. but season THREE? bros PEELED. BALD. THEY FUCKING REVERSE ANAKIN'D HIM. TOOK EZRA'S HAIR AND MADE IT INTO KANAN'S BEARD. BULLSHIT. NERFED. also there's the dark side stuff to take note of. but i digress. put ezra's hair back. they fucking peeled my boy

#star wars rebels #mild spoilers? i think? its just designs so i dunno #ezra bridger #sw rebels s3 #put his hair back where it came from or so help me #so help me! so help me #star wars #ALSO I SHOULD SAY I ENJOYED THE KENOBI SERIWS #SNARKY TINY LEIA BELOVED #ok im done now