#rebels imagine

[syndullqs]

𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 — 𝒆𝒛𝒓𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒓

summary — your scars have never been what you’d consider beautiful, until ezra bridger sees them

warnings — gn!reader, mentions of injury & past trauma, fluff, scars

requested by — @juliajempire

𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍, your scars. a stain on your skin that you can never seem to get off, no matter how badly you wanted them to go away. birthed from years of war on your home planet, your scars were something that you were ashamed of. the loss they represented was something you didn’t wish to remember.

how you managed to keep them hidden for so long was something you asked yourself every day. living on the ghost with the ghost crew didn’t provide much privacy; at least you bunked with sabine.

she was the only one that knew, understandably. she was the only one that had seen them.

“you know, there’s no need to hide them,” sabine would softly encourage. you would shake your head.

“there is every need to hide them,” you didn’t like how they made you look; broken. you weren’t broken. you weren’t something to be fixed. you were just as capable as anyone else, even with scarred skin.

there was only one scar people could see if they looked hard enough. the tip of the scar stretched in front of your ear, but the rest of it ran down your collar bone. shrapnel would do that to you. ezra bridger had an eye for detail, and you hated it.

“where’d you get that?” he asked innocently, referring to the scar he barely saw.

“an accident,” you mumbled. you hated how curious he was and how he constantly wanted to know who you were. you didn’t blame him, per se. none of the crew knew that much about you.

“oh,” ezra, as he got older, knew when he needed to stop talking. relatively speaking. there were times where his mouth ran faster than his brain or his common sense. “i’m sorry,”

“not your fault, ezra,” you hummed softly, leaning back against the booth you both were sat in. you could feel his eyes on you still, but you didn’t give in; you knew what he wanted to know.

after a while, ezra pulled his eyes away but he didn’t move.

“i’ve always believed that scars were beautiful,” he blurted. you snapped your head in his direction. was he delusional?

“this jedi training is getting to your head,” you scoffed. you wanted to move, but something kept you there. something kept you glued to the cushions you sat on.

“no! i’m serious! they tell stories, stories we can’t always say with our mouths,” he was sounding strangely philosophical, but you just kept your eyes on him. no one’s told you your scars were beautiful and meant it.

“you’ve not seen my scars,”

“no, but i can sense them. through the force.” you raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking if he was being serious. based on his unchanging expression, he was. you were silent, processing his words. he’s not said anything to you about them, but how long as he known?

“it’s not the story that’s bothering you, though,” he pointed out. you rolled your eyes and sat forwards, placing your hands over your face. blasted jedi.

“scars aren’t pretty, ezra. they’re not exactly alluring,” you reasoned with a heavy heart. it was true; your scars made you feel like a monster. he didn’t see the ones that littered your back, the large on that cut deep across your collar bone and interrupted the peaceful harmony on your face. he didn’t see those. you did. you felt them.

“i’m,” you stopped yourself, feeling your chest tighten with the introduction of an old enemy, “damaged,” you managed.

“you’re experienced,” he corrected, “and for the record, your beauty never, ever, scared me,” he sounded lighthearted, a cheery tone to his voice but you were stunned. you lifted your eyes to meet his, your expression soft but broken.

“you think i’m beautiful?” you asked. even though you hated being this vulnerable, there really wasn’t another choice.

“i do,” he affirmed. you flicked your eyes away for a moment, allowing yourself to relish in the reality that your scars weren’t ugly. they didn’t make you ugly. it just meant that your story was painful, but they were marks of perseverance. maybe being vulnerable was good for the soul.

“thank you,” you hummed. he laid his hand on top of yours with a bright smile.

“anytime,”

THIS TOOK ME FOREVER IM SO SORRY also i apologize it’s so short i wrote this in between classes haha, so i hope you enjoy!!

#star wars #star wars imagines #star wars imagine #star wars rebels #rebels imagine #ezra x reader #ezra bridger #ezra bridger imagine #ezra bridger x reader

[skyvaikers]

reckless [ ezra bridger ]

SUMMARY — you hurt yourself on a mission doing something not so smart, and ezra helps you tend to your wounds. not without a scold or two.

WARNINGS — gn!jedi!reader, fluff, angst

REQUESTED BY — anon!

———

“I CAN MAKE IT!” you call from the other side of the gap. the gap was just a little too wide and beyond your abilities. you knew that you could force jump most of the way over, but you weren’t entirely sure.

“i don’t think you can!” ezra called with a warning tone. he admired your desire for a challenge, but at the same time, you worried him. maybe that’s what kanan felt whenever he did stupid stuff.

you were gonna try anyways.

you backtracked on the ledge, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you prepared for the leap. you had to have faith in yourself and your abilities, but in that moment as you looked upon the gap between you and the ghost crew, you doubted yourself. that was your first mistake.

you ran, trying to keep an even pace so all of your energy wasn’t expended at one time.

ezra was nervous. he didn’t doubt your abilities for one second, but as your best friend — and the one who has caught feelings for you — he was worried you wouldn’t make it. that your confidence would falter just enough for you to fail.

you were mid-air, feeling confident; you were gonna make it. unfortunately, the people who were currently chasing you caught up to you, and aimed their blasters and shot at you. you didn’t think a stormtrooper would be able to aim, but when a blaster bolt ran through your back, you thought otherwise.

you were shaken off balance, so much so that you were going to be short of the other platform.

“y/n!” ezra yelled. he reached out with the force to catch you. he brought you over to his side, seeing the carnage. for a moment he thought you’d been killed, and for a moment he felt the rage build up inside of him. those feelings dissipated as soon as you shifted. you were still unconscious, but at least you were alive.

“we need to get her to the ghost, now,” hera ordered. ezra picked you in his arms, bridal style, and ran with the group the rest of the way to the ghost, which wasn’t far.

ezra carried you into the ship, the door closing behind them. as they took off, ezra placed you on your cot. he grabbed medical supplies and hurried back to you, tending to the wound on your stomach. he didn’t care too much that he was invading your space; you’d been shot for force’s sake.

he cleaned around the wound, earning a hiss from you as you broke out of your unconscious state.

“that was what woke you up?” he teased as he gently cleaned the area around the wound and the wound the best he could.

“shut up, ezra,” you groaned as you laid down flat again. you felt everything he did. from the stitches to the bacta patch.

“you shouldn’t have jumped that,” ezra spoke after a moment of silence, wrapping your wound.

“i know that now,”

“you could’ve gotten yourself killed, y/n, you almost died,” he sounded serious, more so than he usually was. you didn’t respond to him at first, knowing he was right.

“you were reckless-”

“you’re not my master, ezra,” you interrupted him with a serious expression of your own. ezra flicked his eyes up to yours from his wrapping, his eyes filled with surprise; you don’t normally snap like that.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to snap,” you hummed after a moments silence.

“i don’t blame you,”

“you should,” you countered. ezra took a moment to think about his response, biting his lip as his thoughts ran wild.

“i…i was scared for you, y/n. i didn’t want to lose you, and i know you could have made it if those blasted troopers didn’t shoot you, but still…your life flashed before my eyes,” he admitted softly. you sat up, ignoring the soreness and the stinging that was coming from your abdomen.

“you’re not gonna lose me that easily, ezra,” you hummed softly, supporting yourself with your hands at your sides.

“it felt like i could,” you didn’t know what to say to that. another silence filled the air as you both processed the emotions that were swimming around you. you blinked several times before grabbing ahold of ezra’s hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“i won’t do something like that again,” you promised. a small smile formed onto his lips as he ducked his eyes away from your own, his cheeks becoming a bright red color.

“i know you will,” he smiled.

“maybe,” you shrugged with a grin of your own. ezra admired your desire for a challenge, but he was now starting to feel the effects of the feelings that have grown in the pit of his stomach.

“just warn me next time,” he chuckled.

“now where’s the fun in that?” you argued with a playful tone. ezra couldn’t help but laugh, his eyes lighting up. ezra smiled at you, his stomach erupting with butterflies and his eyes frozen on you. he knew then that he liked you, if confirmation wasn’t sent before when he nearly had a heart attack over your jump.

“get some rest,” ezra smiled as he stood up, going to the door.

“will do,” you salute him with a cheesy grin on your face. he left the room with a laugh, going to sit with zeb to play holochess.

hera heard almost everything, and with a smile, she nodded at kanan. little do you and ezra know, hera knew about you guys’ little crush on each other before you did, and she was going to use that information to the best of her ability.

———

hey hey hey! i hope you enjoyed this anon and it was what you wanted! i hope that everyone is staying safe, given what’s happened today. please remember to be kind to one another and be safe!!

#star wars #star wars imagines #rebels #rebels imagine #star wars rebels imagine #star wars rebels #ezra bridger imagine #ezra bridger imagines #ezra bridger

[owldart]

They figured he was an angsty TEEN not an angsty THIRD GRADER

#owlcomic #sonic prime #tails nine #new yoke knuckles #rebel rouge #imagine you only figure out that the universe breaking furry genius isnt even old enough for pg13 video games #AFTER you and a horde of heroes attempted to kick his butt for it #sonic prime spoilers #sort of

[stealingpotatoes]

in another universe, cal kestis and caleb dume/kanan jarrus would’ve been best friends. and everyday i mourn what star wars took from us

YES!!! and one of those universes is my rebel survivor au which you've given me a wonderful excuse to draw more of:

(commission info // kofi support!)

#imagine discovering your bestie that you were always 1-2 years ahead of in school graduated when u didnt. rip kanan #rebel survivor #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #cal kestis #star wars rebels #jedi fallen order #jfo #star wars #my doods

[trashy1turtle]

Yeah, I'm fine

*Types "«character name> x reader" into tumblr search bar*

#star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #marvel fanfiction #clone wars #the bad batch #order 66 #star wars the clone wars #the manadalorian #star wars #darth maul #tbb wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #boba fett #marvel fanart #marvel fanfic series #star wars rebels #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars fic #star wars x you

[favoriteginger]

‘Soka

#star wars #star wars art #star wars ahsoka #ahsoka tano #rebels ahsoka #star wars rebels #star wars rebels fanart #sw rebels #dramatic lighting is my passion #the background didn’t quite turn out how I imagined it but that’s fine I’m still decently happy with it #ginger arts

[mystical-salamander]

Argument seen at Massassi Base

#star wars #star wars rebels #garazeb orrelios #alexsandr kallus #kalluzeb #salamander draws #i imagine that this happens a lot

[a-kajillionz]

teenagers of the rebellion!!

ohhh why did luke have to join the rebellion so late,, we could've had luke being rescued from the imperial flight academy with wedge and then ahsoka connecting the dots when some random new kid goes by luke SKYWALKER and is from tatooine.

#i really think they would've been best friends #like sabine and luke would obsess over starships together and just IMAGINE the prank wars. #sabine would so make drawings on their bunks of the mistakes/shenanigans they made in jedi training #and im also just skybridger all the way #doodles #luke skywalker #ezra bridger #sabine wren #star wars fanart #a new hope #star wars rebels #sw rebels

[itsajollyjester]

I was looking at my drawing I did of Finnick from a few days ago and thought the random stray hair highlights I added actually looked more like gray hairs. And then I couldn't shake the idea of (handsome, darling of The Capitol) Finnick going gray at 24 from all the stess, bad diet, lack of light, etc that he went through at the beginning of Mockingjay

#Imagine the last time people saw him was in the quell #and then he shows up in rebel propaganda looking like this #and then they hear his story of the capitol's ab*se #This is as canon to me now as Peeta's freckles #Like yeah #Katniss probably would have at least mentioned it #but that's not gonna stop me #finnick odair #thg finnick #mockingjay #the hunger games #catching fire #thg series #hunger games fanart #fanart #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital artist #clip studio paint #jolly art

[ana-cantskywalker]

As excited as I am for the Sabine and Ezra reunion (because oooh boy am I excited) the thought of a Ezra and Hera reunion has got me even more emotional.

That is his mom, the first person to believe in him, the one who was always there for him even sometimes more than Kanan. The only maternal figure he’s had since he was seven who he never thought he’d see again

And that is her son, the boy she watched grow from a clumsy kid into a young man. The boy who might not be their biological child like Jacen, but reminds her so much of the love of her life. The boy who she thought had died to save his family just like Kanan had.

And then you throw him finding out about/meeting Jacen into the mix

I just 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

I will start bawling on the spot and that is a threat.

#the thought of it makes me weepy now #imagine how bad an actual reunion would be #star wars #ahsoka spoilers #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #Hera and Ezra

[syndullqs]

jaw drop — hera syndulla

SUMMARY — hera agrees to attend a party, only to be met by your wide open jaw.

WARNINGS — gn!reader, fluff, established relationship between reader and hera

———

THERE WAS ALWAYS ANOTHER BATTLE. always another planet that needed their help. these things weren’t bad, per se, but it was exhausting. the crew never had time to recover after a battle or even just a simple mission. there was no time to rest.

you were in that boat. you were exhausted, and you were tired of fighting. you wanted to just sleep some days, but the empire was relentless and didn’t sleep, so neither did you. hera picked up on this, being as tired as she was. she tried to help, but it just was no use.

there was an opportunity for a quick detour. a quick moment just to let loose and forget about the war. an excuse to dress up, even.

ezra explained it to you this way: that the base would be decorated with lights and there’d be music, controlled by he and zeb, and everyone would have to dress up. that part of the plan made you roll your eyes.

“what? it’s gonna be great!” ezra was proud of his plan, given the grin on his face and how his arms were extended at his sides.

“not doubting that ezra. how are you going to make sure everyone joins this party?” you asked slowly, implying you would like to see hera there. it definitely wasn’t an excuse to see her dressed up, no definitely not.

“i’ll make sure hera knows she has to come, like it’s a requirement,” ezra crossed his arms over his chest and had a large grin spread across his face. you shook your head and ruffled his hair as you walked passed him.

“i’m trusting you, bridger!” you called.

“you can count on me!”

—

it’d been a few hours since you last spoke to ezra. you dressed in your best attire, did your hair in a way that wasn’t styled as it usually was. you were nervous, but why? it was just a party planned out by ezra, no doubt with the help of the other members of the ghost crew. the image of them planning a party was amusing, and it lightened spirits.

hera agreed to go, reluctantly. she was sure there was something else to do, someone else to talk to, but at the end of the day, she did need time to rest. to loosen up and enjoy the moment before it was taken away from them. not to mention she’d have an excuse to see you outside of the battlefield. even if you were fearless in the battlefield, she wanted to see you without the exhaustion of battle.

she walked out of the ghost in her best dress. she’s never worn a dress and quite frankly she hated wearing them. it was her mother’s, one of the only things she had left of her. so, she wore it, and adorned herself in a gold necklace as well as gold pieces that adorned her lekku. she’s never seen herself so dressed up, but it was only for one night, so why not make it good?

you saw her walk out and nearly did a double take. she was beautiful. there were no words to describe how she made you feel in that very moment, but it was similar to the feeling you had when you went on your first date with her.

“you look beautiful,” you hummed as she approached you, her cheeks flushing.

“and so do you,” she hummed back, looping her arm through yours. you looked down at her, your eyes filled with nothing but love for the woman you fell in love with a couple years prior.

“well, the crew did this party up for us, shall we go and enjoy it?” you proposed with a warm smile. hera shared the expression, leaning into you.

“i would love to,”

———

ok but baby girl hera 😭 anyways i have a couple more fic ideas up my sleeve for some of my favs so stay tuned for more!

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels imagine #rebels #hera syndulla #hera syndulla imagine #hera syndulla imagines #hera syndulla x reader

[the--rebel--fae]

Was wondering if I could get a little something with Angel? A bit angst -> fluff maybe he comes back after a rough fight with val and just starts throwing himself on reader until they get him to talk about it and comfort him by reassuring him that they don’t want him for his body like others do.

Angel doesn’t get enough love on here and I’m done with it😭

Thanks Pookie! Much love!

A/N: Of course you can my dear! I totally agree Angel needs more love! I did it slightly differently but I still incorporated as much of your request as possible. Writing Angel is apparently a lot harder than I thought, but I still loved doing this. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Angel Dust x Reader

TW: A little bit of swearing, angst but then comfort, slightly suggestive--It's Angel Dust that's a given, and small references to abuse.

Word Count: 902

A Hazbin Love

“You know Husk, I knew you were good at creating alcoholic drinks, but,” You took a sip of your coffee and rested a hand on your cheek, enjoying the taste of the rich caffeine as it started to work its way into your system. “This coffee is probably the best I’ve ever had.” 

It was generally pretty quiet in the mornings in the hotel, but you’ve been nursing a rather nasty headache after fighting with your best friend and unfortunately for your heart–crush, Angel Dust

You kept seeing how he was treated by that horrible bastard Valentino day after day; and early this morning after hearing he was going to work, you well… snapped.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you continued your frantic descent down the stairs of the hotel, almost accidentally knocking over Sir Penitous in the process.

“Angel,” you panted, trying to bring breath back into your lungs. “You need to somehow get out of this. I know he owns your soul, but maybe there’s a way–”

Angel Dust whirled on you. A mix of pain and anger on his face. “What? A way out? Hah, Dollface don’t make me laugh. You think if there was a way I wouldn’t have tried?” He ran a hand through his hair, an action you’ve seen him do many times when he was upset and didn’t know how to process his emotions properly. 

You tried to put a comforting hand on Angel Dust’s arm only to have him bat it away. “Look. (Y/n) You’re looking out for me, I get it. Charlie tried this before and it only made it worse. So back off.” Angel Dust sighs and turns to leave but then pauses and glances back at your hurt expression. “Why do you even give a damn anyway? You’ve always stuck your nose up at my work every time I tried to talk ‘bout it.”

You clicked your teeth and balled your hands into fists. “Hah. You know why I cringe every time you talk about your work? Because I see how it destroys you. Every. Time. I’m not some prude like you want to believe Angel. But I’m your best friend and I care about you dammit!”

“Then stop caring!”

“I can’t! You’re my best friend and–and I’m in love with you!”  

You ran your hands through your hair remembering when you yelled that. The second that was out of your mouth you froze and Angel Dust just walked out the door and didn’t say a word.

“Well, I made it strong just for you kid, after that conversation a few hours ago I can tell you needed it.”

You cringe slightly at the reminder of what happened between you and Angel. “Thanks Husk. I-I just hope he doesn’t hate me. I–” you cringed. “I don’t think I could live with myself if that happened.”

“You really think I’d hate ya toots?” A familiar voice that makes your heart twist sounds out just mere feet from you.

You go and glance at Husk, only to see he already made himself scarce. Sneaky bastard, he probably knew Angel was coming over you think. 

Turning in your seat you let out a small gasp seeing the state that Angel Dust is once again in. A light bruise over his left eye, his fur ruffled in various places, but even still, to you, he looks as handsome as ever.

“I-I just thought with the sudden confession,” You trail off, your voice getting caught in your throat.

Angel Dust walks forward and gently wraps you in a hug. “Yea, that surprised the hell outta me but,” Angel Dust chuckled. “To be honest toots, that confession of yours is the only thing that kept me goin’ today.”

Angel Dust picked you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist. “Now I’m gonna show you how much that actually meant to me.”

You bit your lip, as much as you really wanted to see where that takes the two of you, you knew that it was Angel’s way of evading and avoiding any real feelings. You pushed off of him gently and shook your head.

“Angel, I don’t want you to just throw yourself at me and think that I just want a physical relationship. If we are to be in a relationship, I want all of you, not just the physical aspect. I want dates, inside jokes, nights of just cuddling together.”

Angel Dust gave a confused look but then his eyes started watering and he plunked down into a nearby chair and put his face in his hands and his shoulders started to shake. The tears flowed freely now. “I-I want that, I truly do but I just…I don’t know how. Thanks to Val all I know is the physical part. I’m just…broken that way.”

At his words, you felt tears prick in your eyes. You walked around to the front of the chair and rested your head in his lap. “Angel, I’m so sorry you have to go through that. It’s not right. That’s why I was so upset this morning. But you’re not broken. No matter what you think. And I’m here for you. Forever and always.”

Angel whipped away his tears and put a hand on your cheek making you look up at him. “You sure (Y/n)?”

You found yourself leaning into his touch. “Positive.”

Hope you enjoyed love! I always love getting the chance to write for Angel Dust, the man needs more love. So feel free to request for more of him anytime!

And if you guys want even more stories--like maybe your own personalized several-page long one-shots or even a multi-chap fic take a look at my Etsy Shop! I do commissions! I even have listings for Hazbin Hotel!

#hazbin hotel x reader #the rebel fae #requests #hazbin hotel season 1 #commissions open #angel dust #angst #angst with a happy ending #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #commission #requests open

[heart-of-a-rebel16]

People who don’t watch rebels because they think it’s ugly can choke on this shot specifically

#Not pictured here: me loosing my absolute shit over the score playing in the background #Filoni: “alright kevin we just need some background music for this chase scene #don’t compose one of the most beautiful pieces of music in all of Star Wars okay?” #Kevin Kiner with a string quartet and the biggest brain imaginable: “I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you over this COMPLETE BANGER OF A SCORE” #star wars rebels #swr #sw rebels #the episode is from legends of the Lasat btw #That’s like my third favorite episode

[rebelwrites]

Lingerie, Baby belly, pregnant - Charles Leclerc ✨

Okay so I didn’t use the word baby as it was a seperate word but hope you enjoy.

Smirking to yourself, you watched your husband slowly stroll into the room with a large grin on his face, the moment he saw you standing in the middle of the bedroom wearing nothing but his team shirt and the lace of your new lingerie set peeking out.

“I’m the luckiest man on the earth, I get to come home to you,” he purred, resting one hand on your hip and the other on your swollen belly. He didn’t care that you were stretching out his shirts, the sight of his pregnant wife was all he needed. “Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart.”

#rebels 100 words #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 one shot

[hotdamnhunnam]

On Your Knees

A/N: So as I noted in this teaser thingy, I don’t really intend to be back on tumblr actively, BUT I just couldn’t resist writing for Kai!! This fic will be smutty, while also providing a bit of backstory that I feel he needs and deserves honestly. I fucking love this guy 💗

Pairing: Kai x F!Reader Warnings: smut (p in v, oral), swearing, dom!Kai, dirty talk (but it’s not until Part 2 that shit gets degrading and dark) Word Count: ~3.8k

“On your knees.”

It’s been forever and a day, since you last laid your eyes on Kai. Since then you’ve searched for him across the whole entire fucking sky. Whatever words you had expected him to say… you never would have dreamt of these.

On your knees.

The blood in your veins is on fire; it burns as the blue of his gaze starts to freeze. The blaze rises higher, so desperate to melt down this fortress of ice that you hadn’t believed you would find. Paid the rumors no mind—he’s a bounty hunter or a gun for hire, who would sell his soul to any well-paying buyer, or so everybody agrees—yet you’ve come here to seek out the true heart of gold that you know lies behind. But all gold can be sold and it seems that he’s taken his fees.

And now he’s set on taking whatever he damn well may please.

Your voice escapes your throat pathetically. “Kai, it’s me…”

Cocks his head. Lifts his brow. Silent laughter at what you just said. Obviously. But who you are doesn’t mean shit to him now. “Aye, I see.”

You might just choke. The heart that never once stopped beating for this godforsaken rogue just fucking broke.

He snickers down as if the beating of your heart is just a joke. The curl of those cruel lips holds even more force than his words. And that’s what brings you to your knees and makes you weak, so weak it hurts, as he comes close and rests his palm against your cheek, piercing your soul straight to the core with just one stroke.

Straight to the core. Summon what strength you have to speak, unsure whether the vows that you once made have any value anymore. “I’ve come back to you just as I swore…”

“Of course,” he utters as those ice-blue eyes seek out and strike the deepest truth in yours. “You’ve come to me just as you were before: still nothing but a worthless fucking whore.”

***************

--- Years Earlier ---

“Impressive.”

You smile over your shoulder as he comes up from behind to wrap his arms tightly around you, in a warm embrace that’s all at once affectionate and aggressive. Passionate and possessive. Just as his touch is every night when he pins you to bed and pounds you.

Kai is wildly impressed to see you standing tall at the helm of this ship where he’s found you. The ship is in shambles and beaten down, long since abandoned here out on the plains past the outskirts of town. Still the grandeur of spacefaring vessels like this never fails to astound you. The freedom that they represent gives you hope that someday you and Kai might escape from this planet that’s bound to the rule of a ruthless imperial crown.

Yet this starship is broken and dead. It feels good to stand here for a bit and pretend you can steer it—steer something for once in your life so that you can cling onto what little is left of your spirit, forge on towards the future instead of just having to fear it… but you know it’s best not to let false hope get to your head.

“You’d make a fetching pilot, love,” Kai purrs into your ear while he plants kisses on the soft skin of your neck. “So fucking hot I think you might stir up the engine of this wreck. Won’t be surprised if you just up and fly it off.”

The laughter on your lips melts into his, as you lean back to taste his kiss. “I wish I could. The two of us would fuck shit up in space so good.”

“Aye, that we would.”

For now Kai is more than content to fuck you up against the window of this spacecraft and you both know that’s exactly what’s in store. Know you were put upon this planet just to serve him as his filthy little whore. On any planet you would always be just that and nothing more.

Through the layers of both of your clothes you can feel the thick length of his shaft, pressed up against your lower half. Desperate hands reach into his pants to set him free and grasp at every perfect inch of him that you exist to worship and adore.

“Impressive,” you echo his words from before.

He chuckles in that playfully suggestive, sinful way that always hits you in the slick heat of your core. The man knows he’s massive. He wields his cock like a damn weapon of war.

But with you it’s a war fought for love and he makes it so pure.

It’s just unfathomable to you that this man is fucking yours.

You’ve only ever been to this small corner of the vast expanse of space, yet when you look upon his face, you have no doubt that he’s the most beautiful man in all the universe.

As ever in his presence you’re tempted to fall on your knees. It’s your favorite position: to kneel before him in submission. To swallow his cock till he fills your throat with his delicious release. Kai knows this but is ever the tease. He knows just what you’re wishing, but holds you up right where you are to prevent you from sinking so he can keep kissing your lips, one hand gripping your hips, while the other roams over the parts of your body that nobody else ever sees.

“K-Kai please…”

“What is it you want?” he sadistically taunts, and then animalistically grunts, as he feels the wetness of your cunt.

You can’t speak, at the touch of his fingers exploring the treasures they seek.

So he feeds you the words. “This big cock in that sweet little mouth of yours?”

“Yes—please, yes…!” you gasp, heightening his desire as well as your own as you handle his hardness with long strokes and squeezes, loving how it throbs in your tightening grasp.

Kai loves making you plead, getting off on the way that you moan for him over and over again. Till he’s ready to finally provide what you need. Ready now then he reckons. A wicked smirk crosses his mouth and it threatens to end you this second. “Indeed. Since you’re beggin’.”

At last then he lets you sink down to the floor, where you instantly bury your face in his crotch and start slobbering madly all over his cock because this is what you fucking live for.

He smells and tastes simply divine. Better than any man fucking should. Smash your nose in the fine golden hairs at the base of his dick and get drunk on his scent like it’s wine… swipe your tongue up the length in a sensuous line…God it’s good. The salt and sweetness and the musk with earthy undertones of wood. You know nothing of what gods exist in this world or the next, other than being certain that Kai is a living breathing god of sex.

His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer into him and holding you right fucking there. It’s heaven when he plows your throat. No other feeling could compare. You reach to clutch at the firm muscles of his ass and meet his blue gaze as you eagerly wait for him to unravel and explode. The twinkle in his eye reminds you that you’re his and that he never wants to share, just as he’s yours and no one else deserves the privilege to take his precious load.

You take it down with your cheeks hollowed, throat contracting tight around him as he groans in utter bliss. Your love for him deepens with every drop you’ve swallowed, since the day when you first met and every day and night that’s followed. Didn’t think it would be possible to love him more than this. To be so cock-drunk and so lovestruck… fuck, it’s glorious.

Your worship of him always takes him somewhere far beyond the stars. So fucking far. He loves the whore you are, just as you love the whore he is. The kind of love that heals as deeply as it scars. You’re only whores for one another which is why the love you make is always pure no matter how dirty it is.

He worships you in turn, that filthy mouth on him a fire-breathing sin. Making you burn. Laying his claim to every last inch of your skin and every fiber of your being deep within. Your impulse is to be down on your knees for him but when the man insists on pleasuring your cunt—because for him your pleasure’s always at the forefront—well of course you just give in.

And then he fucks your cunt to pieces to make sure you won’t ever forget that his sex is the reason you’re living.

You can’t begin to wrap your mind around him being so damn perfect. But you sure as hell can wrap your pussy tight around the war weapon that’s pumping deep inside of you so powerfully erect. Both of you like it good and rough, and soon enough, this stranded spaceship’s not the only thing that’s wrecked.

The vessel tilts a little bit with his last thrust; this ship is huge but so is Kai, and he’s apparently so strong that he just rocked the goddamned deck. That shit is so insanely hot you might just die. Combust. Crumble to dust. As you both come down from the high, your pulse is racing and he traces its pace with his parted lips pressed to your neck.

The two of you remain entwined for hours, as you always do. Whispering sweet nothings that you wish could be true. Let’s just pretend this ship is ours. That the universe is ours. That we’ll fly away, and soar the skies someday, just me and you. But nothing is nothing regardless of how sweet it seems, and you can’t fly away from the fact that the universe bows to formidable powers. To forces that devastate dreams, through and through.

To the powers that be. Powers that crush all hopes of ever being free or being happy.

Kai reads your mind as your thoughts drift to that dark place. Knows that it’s time to tell you what he came to say, when he found you aboard this ship today, before he got distracted and ended up fucking your brains out past the farthest reaches of space. It’s not a message that he’s eager to convey. But it’s an order that you can’t really afford to disobey.

Still he wants you to stay, blue eyes begging you to as he softly caresses your face. Yet he knows on some level that dreams of resistance are silly to chase. That the price of just one slice of heaven is steep and there’ll be hell to pay.

He clears his throat and breathes in deep, wishing the price weren’t so damn steep. “Meant to tell you that he’s been… requesting your presence again.”

You had known to expect this. Chosen to neglect this. As if you could run to some empty abandoned starship to hide from the constant demands of that monster who thinks he’s a god among men.

But you can’t and to even attempt this… is useless and reckless. Though Kai referred to the imperial officer’s order as just a request, it was obviously a command. So you stand, smooth your skirt with a trembling hand—knowing Kai wishes he could hold on to you now and protect what is rightfully his—but your honor is yours to defend. No one else’s. All yours in the end.

He knows this too but wishes he didn’t. He hates this part. Watching you leave is the part when he cages his heart, locking it in a block of cement. “So you’ll just run off to him then?”

All too familiar with his defense mechanisms, you don’t halt your rhythm. The whole fiasco of this moment is always the same with him, despite the fact that he must know this isn’t something either one of you enjoys. So rather than rushing to blame him, or letting the swell of emotions inside you erupt into violence, you cast him a side glance, remind him in silence: it’s not as if I have a choice.

Evidently today the cement is much thicker than usual; the next words off his lips at your lack of response come off particularly cruel. “What, lost your dignity and your voice?”

God, he knows how to hit your inner slut, and make her want to die. To bleed her dry. His name escapes your throat in a defeated sigh. “Kai…”

He hates himself right now more than that monstrous fucking officer or anyone at all. Down to his core. Your knees just buckled and he rushes to catch you before you fall, but he’s so broken now himself that you both end up on the floor, down on your knees. The words he’d just uttered were driven by demons he’s struggling to bury—lately there have been a whole lot of these. Pulls you in close and releases his heart from its stone wall, as he dissolves into a mess of regrets and apologies. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Inevitably you end up making love, which is the only answer when words aren’t enough. Soft and slow. But it has to end quickly, because you have somewhere to be. Can’t hold on to the afterglow. Leave before tears overflow. Just a few words then you have to go.

You wish Kai could see things from your point of view. He gives you every reassurance that he gets it; his response earlier was impossibly harsh but he clearly regrets it. Still you can’t help but feel as if he’s disappointed in you. Despite how authoritative the Imperium is and the consequences that are sure to ensue if you stand up against it… he sees your obeying the officer’s orders as something you’re making the choice to do.

And that view baffles you because how could you possibly choose to do something that fucking destroys you?

The officer knows all your weaknesses. If you should ever defy him he’d go after Kai, to hit you where he knows it would hurt you the most and you can’t stand to think or to speak of this. You’d rather die. And your fear of that terrible punishment forces your hand; you must heed his command. Without having to spell this shit out you just wish Kai would understand why.

“I understand,” he says, but he can’t meet your pleading gaze. He’s not quite certain whether what he said is true, and surely you would see right through. Instead looks out the spacecraft window at the distant stars that deign to cast their rays upon this conquered stretch of land. It feels like pity and that shit infuriates him in a million fucking ways. “I understand, I do. It just kills me to think of someone else inside you—”

“Kai, I’ve told you time and time again to trust me that he hasn’t…”

“That’s not even what I meant.”

“It’s what you said.”

With worlds of pain behind his plaintive eyes he reaches out to cup your cheek then smooths his thumb across the creases in your forehead. “What I meant is that I just can’t shake this sense that he’s gotten inside your head. To men like that nothing is sacred. He’s attracted to your spirit ‘cause he knows that he can break it. Wants to wait for you to give your body to him though it’s well within his power to just take it. And whatever little honor you’ve got left down to the final fucking shred… he won’t stop till it’s fucking dead.”

His warning chills you to the bone, because you know it to be true. For better or worse you’ve got some defense mechanisms of your own. Just a few. Brush off his touch and clench your jaw and let a little bit of spite sharpen your tone. “So then what would you have me do? Not all of us can be as honorable as you.”

Now his jaw clenches too. So hard that he might be at risk of breaking it. “The choice is yours, of course,” he mutters, eyes flashing an icy shade of blue. “Just know you’re making it. Don’t hide behind the lie your hand was forced.”

At that you turn to leave him with a scoff, throwing a bitter glare that tells him to fuck off.

But just before you disembark, you catch a glimpse of some metallic thing that glimmers in the dark. The mess of clothes that Kai had flung off of his shoulders when he fucked you up against the window, some hours ago… he’d had a gun tucked in among them and the sight of it right now is fucking stark. You have no reason to be shocked about it though.

He wasn’t hiding it from you; the fact that he’s been packing unauthorized arms is something you already knew. That doesn’t mean it’s something you wanted to know. Seeing this fatal metal thing strikes you as such a blunt reminder of what he intends to do. And you know where it’s bound to go.

Where your gaze and your thoughts wander his always follow. “There’s a strategy session set up for tomorrow,” he states in reference to the folks in your town who believe independence is something that any respectable person would die to defend. Even if it means battling forces against which they can’t even try to contend. “May be able to make concrete plans now that we’ve finally got enough guns stashed in our secret cargo. I already know better than to ask whether you’d want to attend. Guess the answer will always be no.”

The two of you have talked about this countless times before. And every time it turns to fucking when you both can’t bear the talking anymore. It’s irresponsible and immature, but in the rosy throes of youth, it seems to you love is the only fucking truth, the only thing you know for sure. The only thing that’s clear and pure. Love keeps you whole so you don’t fall apart from fear of what your hopeless-looking future has in store.

But you’re not that young, and you can’t just fuck away these pressing issues for that long. He can’t just kiss you to prevent the words from falling off your tongue. He knows it too and so you sit and talk for once and hope shit doesn’t go too wrong.

You admire and love him for being so brave and so strong. Tell him so. But that small band of big-hearted rebels is not somewhere you feel you’ll ever belong. He has to let it go.

And you have to let go of your hope that he might change his mind. That he might decide doing what makes sense to simply survive matters more than misguided delusions of honor chasing after some kind of freedom he won’t ever find.

You tenderly caress his face and feel the warmth of his blood rush to meet your hand. It’s all that you can do to pray his precious blood won’t spill someday fighting a war over some worthless stretch of land. This lovely planet is your home but in your eyes it’s all worth nothing without Kai. “I know how fiercely you believe in your brothers, and in your friends. In the rebellion that all of you have planned. What terrifies me is this feeling that it’s fucking doomed to fail and if you die… I can’t fathom anything worse. Of course I know the choice to fight with them is yours, but for my part I’m not as brave as all the others. I can’t bring myself to stand behind this cause when I’m afraid it won’t be worth it in the end. Please understand.”

Kai leans into your touch and turns his face to kiss your palm, cracking a sad smile to fight the tears that otherwise would come. Unshed they shine like stars hiding behind his eyes so blue. “Aye, I do.”

It’s a lie. Lie as big as the sky. But he hides behind it till it might become true, or at least fucking tries to.

At that it’s time for you to go, fearing that you should have done so hours ago. The sheer pressure of fear shatters you; fact is deep down it shatters him too. He just copes with his hopes and fears in a more complicated way.

“I promise I will always come back to you.” These are the same words that you always say, when you leave—words you fiercely believe—to assure him that nothing could keep you away.

When you leave him with those words Kai usually lets you, eventually once he’s done venting all his pent up rage and dealing every card he has to play. But evidently not today. “You wouldn’t have to. If you’d just stay.”

The way his voice trembles with gentleness, with selflessness, as he abandons every one of his defenses… it fucking kills you when he gets this way. It doesn’t happen often, and it always makes your heart open and soften. “That’s true. Maybe I can keep him waiting just one day…”

His eyes go wide, unable to believe that this is something you would actually decide. It makes him love you even more and suddenly he’s shy and blushing as if he thinks he’s unworthy of the privilege of your touch. “Or just one hour or one minute for I ought to know I shouldn’t ask too much—”

You shut him up with your forefinger pressed against his luscious lip. Provocatively bite your own to make it known that you want him to spend all day fucking you up against this ship.

Last time he did it shook the whole entire deck; maybe this time the sex will be so fucking hot that it’ll set fire to this wreck. Wouldn’t put anything past Kai. It’d be a perfect way to die.

Slamming your back against the window of this wrecked dreadnought, he effortlessly reads your every thought—goddamn that thought just now was a particularly bold one—and from his wicked smirk it’s plain to see that he agrees it would be perfect and insanely fucking hot. “You might want to hold on.”

And you do, clinging closely to him like the sky clings to stars at the coming of dawn. In the bright glare of day they’ll no longer shine through. But that won’t mean they’re gone.

Here tonight, and even if they’re out of sight, come morning light… all the stars in his eyes shine for you. With those stars guiding you, you’ll hold on.

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… To be continued in Part 2!

The plan is for Part 2 to explore more of the earlier timeline and also carry forward the opening scene of course, which is when dark degrading dom!Kai will be out in full force 🔥

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[Star Wars Rebels / Andor]

Post Zero Hour, two Fulcrum Agents meet for the first time.

#this has been sitting in my wips since the Andor finale whoops #Kallus automatically knowing Cassian from the holos #because he was literally chasing the Specters at the same exact time #cassian initially distrusting the hell out of Kal until he gets to know him #Kal just being like ‘he’s shorter than I imagined huh’ #thank god he’s not a child like Wren and Bridger though #star wars rebels #star wars andor #alexsandr kallus #cassian andor #I am back with more gag comics