Rebels Georg

Ooh FUN we love this!!

“We’re buying Obi-Wan a present, right?”

Ventress snorted. “He helped hunt both of us down at some point in our lives, and is now living in poverty on Tatooine for mysterious reasons that he refuses to explain. Of course we’re buying him a present.”

Vos grinned. “Thought so. We’ll buy him a festive string of lights, break into his depressing hermit house, and put them up.”

They headed down a new aisle, and Ventress consulted her list. “Let’s see, once we get the lights, we only have a few more things to get the kids.”

“Yup! Oh, can you go get that? I need to run a secret errand.”

Ventress looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. “I thought we agreed not to get each other gifts.”

“Oh, obviously,” Vos agreed, edging toward the end of the aisle. “This is a completely different secret errand. On an unrelated note, don’t follow me. Bye!”

He darted out of the aisle and out of sight, and Ventress shook her head. She couldn’t completely hold back a smile, though.

Excellent request, thank you!

“Is this…illegal?”

“I can’t think of any laws prohibiting it,” Ventress said. Technically, that was because no one had possibly thought to outlaw such a thing, but she wasn’t about to get into the nuances of that with Vos.

Vos shrugged, grinning. “Eh, I thought I should check as the more law-abiding of the two of us.” Switching on his lightsaber with a snap-hiss, he bent down and knelt down at the base of the tall, coniferous tree. “Ready?”

Cracking her knuckles, Ventress took a wide stance and held out her hands, reaching out with the Force. “Ready.”

“Timber!” With the cheerful cry, Vos swung his saber through the saber of the tree, cleaving through it with a single slice. The tree toppled toward Ventress, and she caught it with the Force, lifting it up in the air to float about them.

“It’s beautiful,” Vos said, beaming at the tree fondly as he stood and switched off his weapon. “Let's put it up in the Banshee.”

“HEY YOU! PUT DOWN THE…uh…TREE!”

“Whoops,” Vos said. “Maybe shouldn’t have done this on public property. Time to go!”

Christmas ficlet ask game!!

I will keep to a semi consistent posting schedule if it KILLS ME (it's not even that hard I'm just dramatic)

First lines under the cut, as always!! It's time for a POV that I've been avoiding for a while (which is very uncharacteristic of me, considering how much I love him)

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*slides onto Tumblr wearing sparkly sunglasses* HELLO THERE

Steve Miller Au is back! And...maybe not better than ever, but at least as fabulous. Hope you guys enjoy this take on the S3 premiere: I'm planning to keep a consistent posting schedule for a while, and hopefully you enjoy it!! First lines under the cut as always!

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Today's Spring Fling prompt from @monthly-challenge is Yellow! I wrote it shortly after 3x09 of The Bad Batch, and it was somewhat inspired by this post by @nimata-beroya!

It had been a full year. A year since Order 66, since the Jedi were declared betrayers and were, subsequently, massacred at the hands of their clones.

A year since Quinlan Vos’s life, so recently put back together, was torn to pieces again.

The first time, in all fairness, had been largely his fault. And he’d lost a lot then. But he’d been making things right, working for good again. He’d even been finally allowed back in the field, back fighting the Separatists.

And then. In the blink of an eye, in one order from the Chancellor— or should he say the Emperor— it was all gone. Vos had felt the lives ripped away through the Force, leaving an empty, black hole where they had been.

The Jedi were no more.